Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. But oh, do I wish I owned Gaara…
Part II: One More Time
My stupid brother did, unfortunately find me and kidnap me to go visit our father. The old man was becoming more and more despondent and with that came a look of desperation in his eyes as he watched us from across the table. I think he just realized, either way, he was royally fucked– to either let the company go to waste, or to hand it over to your moronic eldest son because your eldest daughter disowned herself? Sometimes, I'm kind of glad I'm only half related to them.
Well, now that I think about it. What the hell am I doing here?
As the youngest…and to mention…not even his kid, why the hell am I still sitting on his couch, drinking his tea? Kankurou shifted nervously beside me and I could just picture the company going down the drains.
Whatever decision Kankurou makes has nothing to do with me. Not in one bit. Well…if he does become chairman with the old man's assistance, maybe I'll just ride the coattails. Maybe do some background shady work for him, something that would limit my social awkwardness with people.
Though that doesn't solve the problem that I've became Naruto's permanent wingman. He's been dragging me out straight after work to the bars to drink his sorrows away for a week straight. Apparently the pink monster is engaged to the guy with a stick up his ass. I'm not quite sure what Naruto sees in that girl. I guess she's smart (that might explain the huge forehead). And she was from a pretty distinguished family—they're all doctors. But aside from that, she had nothing else going for her. Her looks were pretty plain too. I guess even with all those designer clothes she owned…she still couldn't…uhm…work it. In the words of Kiba.
Now if Yamanaka was wearing those jeans. I'd think her as—STOP.
Okay, I really stop this. I still haven't figured out what's wrong with me. These…thoughts, all the sudden. I've only heard those words come out of Kiba when he's drunk. Or when he's not drunk too.
Though I have to admit, it's not like Yamanaka wears enough to leave any room left for imagination.
But she wasn't bad on the eyes.
"Father…I'd like," Kankurou nervously cleared his throat, but I could care less. I've actually momentarily forgot about that situation at the café. If Haruno and Yamanaka knew each other and Uchiha, does that mean there had been something going on? It's not like I really care in the first place, it just kind of bugs me. I don't like secrets. Well unless the secret concerned me, then I'd like to know the little bastard who started it, but it's not like this thing included me right? But there's this…voice…or whatever you call it, that's been telling me that ignorance in this case, is not bliss.
"TogivethepostiontoGaara."
The problem is that I haven't seen Yamanaka for awhile because of the Haruno-situation. Naruto's too down in the dumps to even consider calling any girl at this point. And I don't think I have Yamanaka's num—.
..What?...What did my idiotic brother say?
Father turned his eyes on me; the spark in his eyes could scare someone shitless.
Oh shit.
That little spineless bastard. I am going to get him later for this.
"Ah. Gaara…"
This is what it means to be cornered.
"Yes, father?"
That cunning old man. He knew Kankurou wouldn't have the backbone to take the position and he knew that I would have no room to refuse.
"I think you would also make a fine president for the company."
That wasn't even a request. Dammit.
"Thank you, father."
Oh fuck me.
xxXxx
"WHAT?!"
"OH HELL YES!"
The ice clinked in my glass. I think I'm going to need another drink. Going to the club tonight was to drown my sorrows in having to take responsibility now. But to the dimwits beside me, it was a party.
"So, like, do we get benefits?" Kiba slung his arm around me and I can smell the alcohol spewing from his pores. The pounding increased and it just dawned on me that drinking when you're sick wasn't a good idea.
Naruto, wasted out o f his mind, grabbed me from behind and snuggled (WTF), "Oh, and the company trips!"
I downed the new glass of whiskey to that comment, "You guys don't even work for the company." I'm glad Shino and Shikamaru were more intelligent when they were drinking. Or just overall. I think I'd kill everyone if it was just me and these two idiots. A nod from Shino and congrats from Shikamaru was all I needed.
"No, we don't work for the company! But we work for your company!" Naruto cheered, raising his glass, knocking it with Kiba's.
The two of them continued to giggle like little girls between their drinks, and I chose that moment to take a bathroom break. Weaving my way through the crowds wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I guess I had a little too much too fast, the ground was wobbling below me. The room seemed incredibly hot, as if the heat waves were blurring everything together. The shirt collar clung onto my neck, and I couldn't help but pull on it, to no avail. Some girl bumped into me and glanced up, coyly. Her perfume was overbearing and I felt the whiskey bubble in my stomach. Ugh.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to drink on an empty stomach. But the other day's event was so depressing that I've lost sleep for three days and ended up with a cold. How the hell am I supposed to be president of a corporation when I don't even have ten people in my phonebook that I'd like to have a conversation with? And to think that I'd have to show up to work everyday and set a good impression…and the worst thing of all, run a company? I can't even run my own life. I have a case of stress-induced insomnia, a phobia to talking to strangers and a tolerance level of negative ten.
"Hey baby," The busty redhead winked at me, "What's the rush?"
Pressing herself closer, she licked her lips. The club was spinning now, and her perfume was suffocating, it wouldn't be so bad puking on her at this point.
"Bathroom." She refused my answer, leaning in closer, her lips brushing my ear. Her breath on my skin just made my stomach do flips, and it wasn't the good kind. My head was pounding at this point and the bass blaring around wasn't an effect I wanted.
"Oi, Karin!"
She turned her head away from me, the grip loosening and I wanted to thank Kami for sending whoever that was over. I glanced in the same direction as the redhead and my stomach did another drop.
The chant in my head going was going 'Move Move Move', but my feet stayed rooted on the dance floor. The scene around me was starting to blur, the migraine resonating, but I was sure of the figure moving towards us.
Pale skin, blue eyes and blonde hair.
'Karin' stepped away from me as the blonde bounded up, "We're going to have another drink, c'mon!"
Because my luck was already nonexistent, she turned her gaze to me, eyes widening, "Sabaku-kun!"
Mumbling, I managed a coherent answer, "Ah…Ino-san…"
The redhead glanced hurriedly between us before making a quick and lovely decision, "I'll meet you back at the bar!"
Yamanaka grinned at me as her friend scooted out of the area, "Making friends, eh Sabaku-kun?"
Ah, my head hurts. Now how the hell am I supposed to get out of this? My hand instinctively went up to my head.
Her face immediately changed, "Sabaku-kun, you don't look too well."
No shit.
But at least she noticed, I guess.
"Ah." I closed my eyes momentarily; maybe she'll disappear and leave me alone to nurse my head. But instead, I felt her grip on my arm and my feet obeying her command. I was being lead through the crowds, and I'm pretty surprised she was able to make the people move aside quicker than I had.
We stepped outside in no time and I felt the rush of the cool night air in my lungs. The pounding was still there, but at least it wasn't echoing the bass. Groaning I slid to the ground, Yamanaka's thin arms helping me from falling over. Now I feel incredibly pathetic.
"Do you want water, Sabaku-kun?" Whether it was concern or pity, I could care less, I just knew, this was bad news from the start. Was it drinking eight glasses of whiskey in one setting? Or was it the eight glasses on an empty stomach? And the no sleep for the past three days? If I kept going, all fingers were pointed at Kankurou. Goddamn that guy. I'd have his head if he wasn't blood related.
"My life is over." That slipped out. I had no intention of saying it, but the way she was patting my back, reminded me of my late mother. I must've sounded incredibly pitiful because her arms circled me loosely.
"It's okay, it's okay," She murmured quietly and I closed my eyes. I don't think I've felt this bad in my entire drinking career before.
Fuck.
xxXxx
"Thank you gentlemen for coming today," My father shook hands with business men, and I followed suit. This was the fifth day of training with my father, and though he had not publicly declared me as his heir, it was pretty obvious. The office rumors were pretty aggravating too and I could sense the heads turn as I walk by. It was also pretty clear to everyone that I was not my father's biological son, given I look nothing like him and only slightly like my late mother.
That's just more gossip to feed the secretaries, don't I feel the joy?
"That was excellent, Gaara!" President Sabaku grinned at me, and I bowed slightly in respect. There were so many times during that meeting that I felt the urge to yawn and put my feet up on the table.
"I've got a lunch meeting with the Sharingan Inc. heads, so I will see you back here in 3 hours," With a quick pat, he left me on my own.
As if on my cue, my cell phone rang and I cringed at the caller ID.
"Yeah?"
"Aww. What's with that tone? Here I was, going to invite you to lunch too."
"I'm busy."
"No, you're not, you have like, the longest lunch break in the world!"
If it wasn't out of character, I'd roll my eyes at his idiocy.
"Besides, I haven't seen you since that club night."
"Ah," Yeah…that night, "Thanks for getting me home." I guess I have some humility in me as I hear Naruto laugh almost hysterically over the phone after my statement. "What?"
"You shouldn't be thanking me, Gaara."
What the hell was that guy talking about?
"You should be apologizing to Ino-chan!"
…Apologize?...What did I have to apologize for?
Shit. Now that I think about it, I don't remember anything after covering my head with my arms. Did I grope her unintentionally? Did I say something indecent? Fuck.
"…Why?..."
His laughter increased in volume and I cringed noticeably. I didn't even notice until now that I had made my way into the elevator and down to the lobby. I was already half way to the exit.
"Dude, Gaara. You puked on her."
End: Part II
D: Goodness, it's been awhile! Haha, writing Gaara's POV without him being too out of character but not too mundane is kinda hard…
Well, tell me what you think, and how I should improve it! (I know my tenses are probably everywhere…but I write this in bits…hahaha)
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