Notes: Hey! I'm the author for this fic. I am Apollo Owens if you didn't know and this is my first fic. If you find something amiss please tell me. But leave the spelling alone cause I know I'm horrible at it. Have fun!

His fingers traced around the bluish purple bruises around his torso. They really didn't hurt much. The blond had gotten used to the pain by now. But he allowed them to hurt him as a dull reminder of what he was.

Naruto was brought out of his reveire by a light series of knocks to the door he was sitting beside. He put on the usual facade of cheerfulness as he opened the door.

Naruto was greeted by the sight of his middle school teacher , Iruka Umino, standing there smiling at him wistfully. To tell the truth Naruto wasn't surprised in the slightest that his old sensei was standing there. "Naruto-kun!" he greeted him.

"Hey Sensei! Come on in. Sorry about the mess. Haven't really had the time to clean all that much." Naruto stepped aside to let Iruka in. All of a sudden he was being pulled into a bone crushing hug.

"Naruto-kun! I'm so glad you decided to move back! How have you been? You've grown! Was it hot there? Your-"

"Senesi!" Naruto interupted in a complaining tone. "I cant say anything or answer your questions if all you do is talk!" Naruto grinned at his old sensei. "Its only been three years since I've been gone. How are this years middle school misfits?"

"Actually I'm a High School teacher now." Narutos jaw dropped in disbelife. After a pause Iruka continued, "I know. Crazy huh?" Naruto stared at Iruka suspicously.

"Why did you really come here Sensei?" Naruto asked him. So suddenly was the playfulness gone out of Narutos whole deminor that it made Iruka unable to answer quickly.

"Um... well... you see..." he trailed off. Iruka sighed. "I'm sorry Naruto-kun. Why did you come back? Why to a place so full of pain and heart ache for you?" The atmosphere in the room became tense and gloomy as Iruka waited for Narutos reply. He wanted and answer yet... he didnt want to hear it.

The blonds impossibly blue eyes glared at the floor as he spoke. "They found out about me, about what I did. So I figured why stay in a place where friends hurt you, and go live in a place where you never had any friends at all." Narutos voice was husky and full of unrelinquished pain.

"Kyu-"

"Dont call me by that name!!" Naruto yelled, teeth bared.

The sudden fircness in Narutos face and voice kept the older man silent.

"Sorry Naruto-kun. I forgot you didnt like to be called by that name. You are Naruto Uzumaki now, forgive me." Iruka apologized while gazing at Naruto sadly. Naruto turned away from those perceptive eyes.

"Dont worry about it..." he mummbled. Iruka placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Naruto-kun. You have bruises. Where did they come from? Who did they come from?" Naruto was glad he was turned away because Iruka would have seen the fear cross his face.

"No where... and no one..." he sighed.

Gaara sat on his barly used bed munching on one of his favorite snacks, cookies. Kankuro, Gaaras brother, had introduced him to cookies and other such sweet candies when he was 10. They all know now that it is a bad idea to give him to much all at one time. That first time tramatized them all. No one wanted to relive that day.

Gaara couldnt say that he was close with his siblings. They really only shared short periods of time together at one time. To them Gaara wasnt, isnt, exactly a pleasant guy to hang around. He couldnt really blame them though. They knew what happened when they were little. They knew how sick and twisted he was. They knew what he did. Everyone knew. But they wouldnt say anything for fear of being harmed (he was vaguly aware that there was someone else who did something horrible about the same time as well, so much for orriginality).

Gaara was sickened by his presence in this world. Why did he have to be born? Was a constant thought in his mind. Gaara did lots of things to kill himself. Hes tried suicide, his family found him before he died. They were watching him now. Hes done drugs, injections, but his family found out about that too and have him checked for narcatics regularly. They allow him to smoke cigarrets and weed and marajuana but that was it. And they allowed drinking but only after dark.

Soon pen and paper were present infront of him and he was writing furiously over the paper. His insperation flew out of no where and hit him like a ton of bricks.

Gaaras main passions are cullenary arts and poetry. Poetry was a way to vent out his emotions, or so his syciatrist says, and he liked it a lot. And cooking was always a sorce of interest for him. When Temari tried to teach him how to make pancakes he found he was quite good at it.

"Gaara?" Tamari called from right outside his door. 'Speak of the devil.' he thought. Gaara stood and opened the door slightly. "Gaara. I'm going to my meeting and I'm taking Kankuro with me. Your going to have to leave until we come back. That should be around 10, okay?" she handed him some money. "Go and eat at a restraunt if you get hungry." with that she grabbed him out of his room and shoved him out of the house. "Sorry!" she yelled as she closed the door.

Gaara decided he would let this one slide because he needed the fresh air. Knowing him he would have stayed locked in his room weither he wanted to come out or not.

He heard some girls talking about a hot new waiter at the restraunt down the street. Gaaras being gay wasnt something he needed to hide. He had no one to tell. And he wasnt gay because a girl did something bad, he just thought all wemon were shrewed little bitches. Gaara silently followed the girls to the restraunt. Out side there was a HUGE line.

'Maybe its just Uchiha Sasuke?' he thought rather bitterly.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder just then. Gaara turned slowly to the person who apperantly had a death wish. Generally people knew to stay away or they just didnt know. Gaaras train of thought crashed and burned as he turned to find a blond angel staring at him.

The teen had unruly spiky blond hair that went every which way, with a blue bandana wrapped around his forhead. His skin was a tanish color from being in the sun to long. He had toned muscles, not to much so but you could tell he wasnt weak. He had a tight black shirt that emphasized those muscles nicely. He wore a pair of jeans and sandals. On his face were three whisker like scars on each cheek. His smile was timid as he stared at Gaara with those impossible blue eyes. They drew him in, threaghtening to swallow him whole.

"Are you a costomer?" he asked in his husky voice. This made Gaaras concentration slip. Gaara nodded. Without any warning at all the blond took hold of Gaaras hand and raced off twards the back of the building. There they went through a metal plaited door and into what looked like a kitchen. The blond lead Gaara through a door to the far right and they were now standing in what looked like a locker room.

Letting go of Gaaras hand he pushed him onto the bench nearest the door.

"Please wait there while I go change, sir." The blond angel turned a corner and disapeared. By now Gaara was itching to write. But in her haste Tamari had not allowed him to grab pen and paper. Afew mintues later the blond teen returned wearing a different outfit.

He was wearing a white collered button up with black slacks and dress shoes, and a crimson apron on top of that. His blue bandana was no where to be seen.

"By the way, my name is Naruto Uzumaki. Please follow me sir." Naruto made no attempt to figure out Gaaras name, and Gaara didnt mind in the slightest. It turned out that Naruto worked there and was a waiter.'Was he the one those girls were talking about?'

Naruto sat Gaara in a corner in the back by himself. It surprised him how Naruto knew exactly where he wanted to sit.

"What would you like to eat or drink, sir?" He asked Gaara with a smile.

"Tea and Ramen." Narutos face lit up like a childs after it hears something it likes.

"Good choice. I promise you you will be thouroghly pleased with your meal." Naruto quickly filled out the order. He saw something in Gaaras face and smiled at him kindly. He pealed off his order and set down the pad and pen. He then bowed politly and walked away.

Gaara snatched them up and began to scribble down what was in his head.

12 minutes later his order was placed infront of him and Naruto was heading off to fill out other orders. Gaara took a sip of tea, broke his chopsticks, and begand to eat his ramen. As Naruto had promised him the ramen was delicious. He wanted to cry out in satisfaction but quickly squashed that feeling under a mental boot and kept a blank face.

Naruto returned right when Gaara was finished, like he knew when he was going to be, eating and drinking his tea.

"Did you enjoy your meal?" Naruto asked. Gaara nodded and Naruto beamed at him with pride. "Good. Ramen is my specialty!" Naruto glanced at the pad. A thick part of it was missing. "Would you like anything else before you go?" He was trying to hold back his laughter as he spoke. Gaara shook his head and handed him the money Tamari gave him, and the stuff Naruto provided. Naruto shook his head and only accepted the money.

Gaara sat there and waited for Naruto to return with his change. He came back soon enough.

"Gaara."

"Hmm?" he looked at Gaara in confusion.

"My name." Naruto smiled in understanding and nodded.

"You can keep that pad and pen. I dont need it, I have others. Hope to see you again soon, Gaara." Naruto waved over his shoulder as he walked away.

'He's nice...' Gaara thought as he left the restraunt. It surprised him how he automatically liked this Naruto guy, cause Gaara didnt like people all to much. But Gaara couldnt shake the feeling that most of Narutos smiles were masks to hide something more. Gaara looked at his watch.

'It was 7:47 when Temari kicked me out.' he thought. The time was 8:50, the sun was about to set.

Naruto layed down on his bed fully clothed afer a hard and long days work. He was tired but he wanted to sketch that Gaara boy from earlier. He was worthy of a sketch. There was so much more to him than at first glance. Gaara was like an ice skulpure.

Gaaras eyes were the most beautiful part about him. They were so expresive and full of hidden intellegence. Naruto had an inkling that they were alike in some way.

Naruto grabbed his very abused sketch book from the floor and began the process of making art.

Soon cool eyes were staring back at Naruto through the paper. Full pail lips turned up in the slightest of smiles. His hair blowing in the breeze. Then Naruto colored the portrait sketch in.

After the first was done a second was well on its way. This one was a full body sketch. The beautiful pail red head was facing one side. He was pouting in annoyance. Gaara was wearing a black shirt and black jeans with black tennies. Over that was an unbottoned red coat blowing around him in the breeze. There was snow in the back ground.

Naruto smiled at his creations tiredly. Content he layed back down and sunk into a perfect dreamless sleep.

End chapter one

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