What do you think I am!

A/N: Hi! And sorry to those who want to know what the pairing is...if you really want to know it's at the right end of this chap.I was trying to make it a surprise but you can choose what to do, and yes i am going to try and get atlestone shounen-ai pair in. I just wanted to takethis oppertunity to thank all of you who actually bothered to read this fic! This is my first story so I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am and will be forever broke so I can't even own the whole set of Naruto let along the actually thing! No, everthing belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-san.

Chapter one

Sabaku no Gaara is still standing outside the tall gates that block him from his target. His blood red hair swaying against the cool breeze as he stares throught the metal bars and looks up at the mansion in front of him. He wore his worn out oversized t-shirt that reached passed his hips and a pair of baggy trousers, and of course he finished it all off with a pair of run down trainers. Why on earth is he anywhere near a mansion then? He hated rich people! Buthe is in need of helpso wearing what little he owns he was going to beg for money.

'Yeah great I'm even dressed for the occassion, I bet I look like a beggar!'

'Why me! I hate begging!' are the only thoughts that are going through the 18 year olds mind as he stands there trying to make up his mind. Yes! he was on a mission to save his fathers' life and was now forced to go with his last choice...asking to borrow money...

It wasn't as if begging was all that bad it was the person he was to beg at that really got him...

The person was him and his sick fathers'...worst enemy.

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Gaara's POV

I can only keep my head down so that I can't see his face. If I did I would have given up all hope and my dignity would have overcome me…so I have to hid it inside me and just clench my fists. The mere thought of that man standing in front of me and I'd feel dumb and stupid to even be here…the sense of anger wouldn't go away. But I have to think my current situation and why I'm here.

"So Gaara what brings you to our humble home?" He says. Humble my ass, if what he thinks a huge mansion in the middle of an owned forest is 'humble' what's small to him? I can almost hear him smirk at me. The thought of him calling my given name sickens me.

My fists grow tighter as I try not to think of the past and I speak the line I have memorised in my mind before I came here.

"I am sorry to bother you but I'm…I'm having a slight financial problem…so I'd like…"

"To have some money right?" He cuts me off and I glance up at him.

"No...I just need to borrow some for the time being and then I'll pay you back." He chuckles and tilts his head to the side. Was he mocking me?

"Do you really believe a kid like yourself can pay me back? Or do you expect that hopeless father of yours to pay me back with his tiny amount of pay; it can't even feed you!"

My head shoots up and I glare directly at him, my fists shaking as I force myself to stay where I am and not to give in to my dignity.

"I don't expect...to pay you straight away…but I really need the money now!" My voice is as I am, shaking uncontrollably. I feel like my restrain will crack if he curses my family again.

"My, that didn't sound like you needed my help…"I look at him hard, what was he planning now?

"A real person in need would show his need in his actions…"he smirks and I realise what he means.

"I think you know what to do." My head spins as I look at the floor. Would I give in to him or should I follow my dignity and just storm out? I take a step back, and then pause. Images flash through my mind and I can see father lying on the hospital bed, desperately waiting for my help, would he die because of my stubbornness?

I drop my head. And as I descend the floor catches me as my knees hit its cold surface.

"Lower than that." I bend forward and collapse on to my hands.

"Now beg." My strength fades and I lose the strength to even argue. I'm just a dog, a play thing to them. If I play along I'll get what I want. No one loses as long as my dignity stays inside…

"Please will you lend me the money?" I almost whisper

"What did you say?" i clench my fingers together in to tight fists and press them against the marble floor.

I should just play along…

"Please lend me the money." I try again, as loud as I could, eyes scrunched up so I wouldn't have to see mypathetic reflection in the shiny marble floor beneath me.

...I just need to play his dog.

"No!" the words echo around me.

No? Would this man never stop tormenting us? Would they just be happy when they saw us dead? Was this defeat or just murder? My fists grow tighter andI lift my head up to glare at him. I see that he is still smirking at me, this is why I hate rich people, they're all cold blooded animals!

"Stop!" shouts someone, a female voice...

"Don't go this far. Gaara hasn't done anything. please?" I look up and find myself glaring at the new arrival. Great now his wife comes and plays the part of my hero...yeah right!

"No!" I stand up and shout at her,I won't stand their torture anymore. Her soft features showing what i assume should be sympathy.

"But Gaara..." she tries butI hold my hand up to stop her sentance.

"I don't need your mock sympathy! I'd rather beg else where!" I turn asI see her start to run down the stairs. but she catches up neither the less and turns me around.

"Don't Gaara. I know why you're here..." She looks away " He's ill isn't he?" a sigh is heard from above. I don't even need to guess what the bastard is going to say.

"Why wouldn't he be. From all the alcohol he's consuming you should be grateful he's lived till now." that was it!

"Stop disrespecting my father like that. Who do you think made him that way!" I look at her and she flinches but still stands proudly.

"Gaara you know he was like that before.."

"Before what...?" I step closer towards her as she steps back. but she doesn't answer me.

"You people don't care anyway so why pity us now?"

"I'm not doing this for him i'm doing it for you." she grabs my hand but i shove it aside.

"I don't need your pity." I knew me and father would rather die than accept charity from these people.

"It's not pity. and i know you won't take it for free so you can work here, and that could pay us back. I know he really needs the money now." Her words have no feeling and is almost bussness like. I shudder at it but her words hit me. She's right father needs the money. I sigh and look at her.

"What am i to do. Be your maid?"

"No i think ..." she stops at looks at her husband and simply states "He's back."he registers this little information and nods in agreement. She turns and faces me again.

"...you'll be looking after our youngest son. he's 16 so he won't be much trouble."

"So i am a maid."I state and she looks away. I heave a sigh and give up no use playing against fate. I should have seen this comming.

"When shouldI start?"

"Now he's on his way from the airport. You should wait for him in his room. The butler will show you the way." and without any other words she joins her husband and they both disapper, leaving me to follow the old butler upstairs.

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The door opens andI step in to an over sized bedroom. I thank the old butler with a low bow and stay like this until he leaves. No use trying to get on his bad side now should I, not if i wanted to survive through this. I close the door softly behind me and lean against it. Things were moving faster thanI had thought or even hoped for. Working had been a big decision i had decided ever since father had become ill. With his illness getting worser and worser, working part times was out of the question, the money just wasn't enough. BeforeI knew what had hit meI had already began to dig in to my savings for university. So finding a school or not was no longer a problem. I had already made up my mind that i would enter uni a long time ago but nowI guess i'll have to reschedule it till after father got better. That was if he got better...

I shake my head, no i can't think of such thoughts while he's in the hospital. I give a big sigh and look around the room more carefully.

The walls were all nicely furnished with warm colours, and even the mahogany desk and chair were just the right shade of rich red. The big double windows that opened out to a nice small balcony overlooking the garden and the path to the front gates, The top floor and the best view...he is either very spoilt or just over pampered. My eyes move towards his equally warm coloured bed cover. Warm rich blues with golden stiches of ancient words making it all the more oriental looking, it looks so nice must feel like heaven to have a massive king sized bed! I rush over without hesitation. It's not like he was going to find out!

I fall flat on to his bed. It was as soft as i had imagined a bed would be. I had never slept on a real bed before, the closest was a cheap bed matress we had saved up to buy for my father's bad back and weak bones, sleeping on the thin futons was out of the question so it was just me who used them.

I look up at the celing and think of my current situation. So I was to 'serve' their youngest son. Yeah right, like I'm going to call some rich brat 'master' and then help him change clothes! Wear your own clothes brat! I mean no ones stupid enough to need a 'nanny' even at the age of 16 right?

"Ahhh!" I shout in frustration, and drop to the bed in defeat. Either way I was going to have to listen to him if I wanted that money. I really hate rich people.

I turn to lie on my side and face the front door, my eyes search the room. I wonder what kind of a person he is. His room is covered in traditional oriental designs…but so is the whole house, could just be the overall design. Well it could be worse…could be covered in nude female posters…I did hear that the first son was a play boy…no wonder that old man wants to watch over this son.

I grin slightly. Imagine this son is like some fat kid…I heard he was taking 'martial art lessons' could be an excuse to burn off some 'extra' blubber. I mean no girls' going to want a pot belly for a boyfriend…and think of all the fun I'll have if I'm in charge of his fitness…I can almost see all the sweat he's going to make when I give him a running machine to conquer while I eat donuts in front of him.

And with blissful thoughts such as these I find myself drifting off in to dream wonder land, imagining a Junior Santa clause and all the discipline I could cause with a whip and a running machine...

I grin at the images flashing across my mind. My eyes start to droop and the door starts to become fuzzy. Maybe just a small nap before he comes back is okay...

...wait a minute what was that kid's name again...

i think it was...

Uchiha sasuke.

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Yep and that was a very short chap, sorry lack to write for introduction. But hopefully chapter two will be longer and more fun since the two main characters finally meet!

And now the time I dreaded has come...

Sorry if you didn't like it and i wasted your time...please waste some more by dropping a 'it sucked!' note in review! That is if your not as lazy as I am.

Thank you!