Disclaimer-Not mine… blah blah blah blehh man babies.

Mmkayy. Well here's chapter two. Err, hope ya like it?

Rated M: yaoi, violence, cursing

…okay here goes dobes….

((Gaara might seem really pathetic but he's really just emotionally unstable-so guys can cry too))

Rose Weeds

Chapter Two-Cruel to be Kind

'Another day, another mistake,' the dark redhead thought. He sighed and looked at all of the previous attempts of a love scene. 'Shit, shit and bull shit.'

Gaara growled at the thought of using his memories from that night…

Sweat drop. Heartbeat. Breathing. Everything was in tune as the two bodies moved gracefully without thinking.

A pale hand rose up and slowly swiped a runaway tear that fell down a displeased face.

"Stop crying." The pale body slowly pressed his bare limbs onto an inhaling chest.

"Fuck off." A mess of red hair got up from the mattress and made its way to the bathroom with a slight limp. "I'm not crying you ass hole either!" The petite figured called out.

Long dark brown hair swayed as he made his way to the locked door, his naked body recovering from pleasure. He slid down the door and listened to the sobbing noises coming from the other side. "I can't do it, Gaara. Tomorrow can't come. But we can at least cherish tonight."

He heard a choked sob directly from the opposite side again, "You fuck me and then leave, Neji."

"There is no such thing as a…happy…ending, my love."

…Hell no. That was not romantic at the least. Gaara knew not one person would buy or read a manga that had an ending like his…if it was his ending.

The somewhat depressed man's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. A tall man dressed rather casual stepped in blocking his view of the person behind him.

"Hey kid, we got a new artist. He's not really new but he'll be sharing this office with you, so...don't kill him? Gaara are you listening don't tune me out!" He smirked and stepped aside for the new employee to meet the Sabaku. "His name is-"

'Too late... So a new kid? Kill him?' He looked down trying to avoid a death glare.

'Ohh great, Jiraiya thinks I'm a murderer.' He put his head down, more like banging and sighed deeply. "Hi, don't bother me and I won't kill you and eat your brain."



He smirked at how menacing he could be when he was pissed or was trying to be but he sure hoped this guy wasn't like Naruto. One Naruto and a Lee was enough.

"You're the top manga artist here? Well I look forward-"

At this point Gaara tuned the kid out. He had a very soothing voice though…Ugh, people. BLAH BLAH you're so great and I read all of your books! That's what he heard everyday. One of the reasons he wanted this job was because you can't really because your image can't become famous, only your comics. On the contrary, he was well known. He once threatened Temari because on her 'MySpace' she had a huge picture of hi and a little caption saying, 'HERE'S my GAY brother, HE's a YAOI artist.' Yea, the fan mail and panties stopped there.

If there was one thing Gaara wanted to avoid at ALL times was people. Just people in particular. So when Neji approached him on that plane and recited a tragic poem, he-well he just walked away as far as he could go and that wasn't as far as he wanted because the oddly entrancing man's seat was next to his.

They learned a lot about each other, well Gaara learned about Neji. Gaara refused to talk to this stranger. Neji was 22 and was also a manga artist. His eye color was real and he didn't have hair tracks. Gaara wouldn't admit but he wanted to touch the feathery hair. He hoped it was.

'WHY IS HE IN MY MIND 24/7?' Gaara picked up his head and dropped it, wincing at the slight pain. "Neji," he snarled.

"..,In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart."

Gaara lifted his head slightly at the mention of that poem. Everything ran through his mind in a quick moment. Soothing voice and Shakespeare? The Hyuuga? It didn't run through his mind though that he didn't want it to be him.

The Sabaku whipped is head up and prepared his eyes, "NEJI?"

Oh God how he wished it was him, in the same room, just for him and about to confess his love for him and apologize.

"..No, it's Haku. Remember?"

In a flash Gaara grabbed his things and headed straight for the door, his old and worn out sneakers screeching at every sudden stop and turn until he ended up at the public park just outside his office building. He could still hear the people in the building asking where the freak was or I bet he sucks at his job.

He realized he was against a brick was and roughly slid down it, just like that night…

"You're such a bitch. I hate you, Bastard." A voice mumbled into a stiff chest and all the while kisses the places where he had thrown hard punches.

"Sorry, love. No matter what you say, I can't." A ghostly hand dug its way into red hair.

"You'll tell me one day? Why?" A face with jade orbs lifted itself and questioned meaningfully.

"I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.


I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So again good night.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
This bad begins and worse remains behind."

'…he regretted it, EVERY MOMENT!' Gaara pounded his fists into sidewalk.

He wanted to cry so much and just rot away into the sidewalk. Sure he was great at his job, sure his dead beat dad was gone but still! It's not like Neji had homophobic parents and even if he did, when they had 'intercourse' (1) he was about…20? That was old enough!

The only reason that he could think of was if Neji had a…family.

Maybe Neji a girlfriend, or if Neji really want to betray and piss him off, a wife and kids. Damn him that would hurt. But he couldn't count any reasons out. Gaara tried to remember a ring, but he only saw a class ring. So…he wasn't married but maybe engaged? No.

Sure, maybe he got some girl pregnant and had to propose to her. Nawww.

Or, he caught his girlfriend cheating on him and decided to screw a guy for a change. He hoped not.

None of this made sense, the sweet nothing, romantic poetry, pet names and soft replies? Would a desperate man need to go that far? Really?

Gaara thought back at his appearance; 6 ft 6, long brown-black, pale but lavender eyes, ghostly white skin and deep, soothing voice. To some that up Gaara used the words, 'perfectly flawless.'

"Except the part where he took my virginity and left," Gaara sighed bringing his knees up to his head and letting it rest, "perfect."

Okay so the Sabaku didn't know where Neji was, if he had a family, why he couldn't tell him and what really made him leave.

'I promise, I'll find out, then I can rest and live ALONE.' Gaara closed his eyes, but right now he would only cry. In the back of his mind he wanted Neji to say, 'stop crying.'

"Cruel to be kind, Neji."

'Gaara!' a certain man shouted as he spotted a red mop of spikes, 'that you!'

Gaara whipped his head around at the familiar voice, 'Haku, you should really-' but a sudden THUD didn't allow him to finish.

'Alright Haku, I'm going eat you now-' once again something prevented him from saying what he needed, this time a pair of satin lips. He felt weird to say the least, he couldn't see the guy, his hair was in the way! He wanted to punch, kick or do something but the sicko had his limbs pinned down.

Gaara gave in, to the strength and sexual desires; he wasn't a bad kisser. The jade eyed man opened his mouth a bit and a luscious tongue filled his cavern, playing with his own small tongue. He let a little groan out when the mystery man withdrew and allowed the semi-molested Gaara to get a good look at him.

'Y-you…' he breathed and admired the flawless skin and pale eyes; Neji hadn't changed.



'So…who the hell is Haku?'

To bad it was a dream.

Jade eyes spring opened and darted looking to find out where he was…in the park still. He lifted a hand to his face and felt the dry tear stains. 'God, my make-up is smeared.'(2) He did what he could to fix it, but now he looked like someone punched him a couple times. 'If it keeps people away…'

'What did I dream? Is that how I want it to happen?' He touched his lips as if it really happened. The youngest Sabaku's thoughts were interrupted as someone short tugged on his sleeve.

"Pretty-man, why are you crying? You sad?" He looked up and gasped as her thought for a moment it was that Hyuuga.

'Such a cute little boy though. Dark hair and pale eyes just like Neji (3), weird…' He motioned for the tiny boy to sit by him. "I'm not crying."

The pale dressed in simple clothing sat in a similar position and spoke, "Well, I'm sad. I lost my daddy. He was arguing with my mommy."

Gaara had been through that. God he was glad it was over. His mom had died when he was born. His brother, Kankuro said something about the C-section going wrong and to much blood loss. His family blamed it on the doctors and his father blamed it on him. That's to put it simple. The youngest Sabaku had gone through so much shit it was impossible. Beating, cursing, blaming, neglecting and divorcing Gaara as his son. He wished he could be like the others and say,'who gives a shit,' but that wasn't possible. He WAS he father and his only one. Gaara's father had loved their mother very much and it him it was like his love risking her life for an unwanted child. That's what Gaara was after all.

He hoped-what was his name?

"Err, what's your name kid?"

Pale eye's looked up, "My name is Tooru. What's yours pretty-man?"

Gaara looked down starring deeply into innocent eyes; did he really think that GAARA was pretty?

"I'm Gaara, and you think I'm pretty." The man motioned to his smeared make-up with a questioning look. Why did he care?

Those wide eyes nodded, "My daddy knows a Gaa-ra…And yea your really pretty, you just 'been crying too much." Tooru blushed looking down.

Gaara couldn't help but blush a bit, no one had ever told him he was…cute. Even if it was only a child.

"Where's your dad, Tooru? Do you need help." 'His father must be some fucking jackass leaving precious cargo-WAIT… WHEN DID I START LIKING KIDS?'

"Yea, if you will help me find them I can show you to daddy." Tooru bounced up and grabbed 'pretty-man' by the hand leading him in the way he thought his dad was.

"Tooru, what's your dad's name!" Gaara shouted as they weaved in and out of the crowds.



"Neji, Hyuuga Neji! Now, come on before they leave!" Hyuuga Tooru shouted.

Gaara stopped bringing the child with him. "What was his name?" he said with a menacing tone.

"H-his n-name is N-neji." Tooru quivered, not liking the sound of his voice he loosened his grip on the soft hand.

Gaara noticed and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry love, go on. That name just sounded familiar." 'So Hyuuga, fate is catching up?'

"Oh, okay, well hurry up!" he cooed. Tooru ran a litter faster and Gaara too.

One the way he decided it would be best to carry him and let the child guide him.

'Cruel to be find...Hyuuga.'

Review if you like it.

If you don't then still comment!

I love to hear things like that!

Gaara likes the word 'intercourse better :D

Okay, I know there's lots of explanations about his rings around his eyes so…he doesn't REALLY sleep just drifts off and without his makeup he had dark bags so he covers them up with heavy makeup

Course ya saw that coming…

NEXT CHAPTER-

Gaara sees Neji with Tooru's mother.

They have a full blown argument!

CAN'T MISS IT!

--RLH