Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Okay, stay cool, don't stare!
Gaara tried to keep calm and breathed slowly and regularly. After that he turned his head around and watched closely. No doubts: That was definitely Uzumaki Naruto. Gaara would recognize these eyes everywhere, no matter it's been a long time.
Naruto was dancing. He'd grown up. His face wasn't that round anymore and his body buffed and adult. Next to him danced a girl with pink hair. Her green eyes glittered in the light of disco und Gaara heart his self, mumbling "Sakura". She changed too. Not that much as Naruto, but she wasn't that weak girl anymore. She seemed to be much more confident and… Oh. Brutal.
Gaara tried not to laugh, when he saw, how she hit a boy, who touched her ass, in his stomach. The boy, he was wearing a very short shirt very pale, fell down and was now kneeling in front of her.
"Ehm…" The shy, a little bit disappointed and sad voice of the cute, brown-haired girl in front of him took Gaara back to reality. "And? Do you… Want to dance?"
"Dance… Oh… Right… I… Have to…" But Gaara could not finish the sentence, because another person entered the dance floor and went to Naruto, Sakura and some other friends of them.
"Fuck", Gaara whispered and ignored the squint of the girl, that seemed to be very confused. But Gaara couldn't concentrate, too conspicuous was the person. Gaara would have recognized that horrible green sports suit and these eyebrows everywhere, like Naruto's eyes.
"Rock Lee?!" Gaara groaned, touched his own head and closed his eyes. Why he? Why not… What was his name? …Neji, or Shino, or some of the other jerks. By the way… They were there too. The whole group and was not good for Gaara. More suboptimal.
"You have to fuck Rock Lee?"
"What?" His voice sounded more angry, than he wanted it too. "Oh, no, no, look: I cannot dance with you, because… I have to go to the toilet. Now. And after that… I must go home. But, it was nice to meet you…?"
"Matsuri"
"Yeah, nice to meet you, Matsuri. Maybe we'll see us again."
"Okay." She was disappointed, but Gaara had not the time to care. He was busy with cowering and trying not to look more suspicious as necessary, when he was running to the toilet.
When he arrived the door, he turned his head one more time, proofed, that Naruto (or Rock Lee) had not seen him and entered that the bathroom of the disco.
It was cold, smelled like shit and the sound of the music chimed muffled through the doors, but Gaara did not mind. He went into the first cabin, locked the door and sat down on the toilet lid. He stared at the wall.
Generations of drunken students had written lots of stuff on the wall, but Gaara didn't understand the content of only one sentence. He was too shocked.
Why now? Now, when he decided to do a new start. He completed with his old life, became clean, bought a new mobile phone, deleted his facebook account, threw all of his old stuff away… And now that. It was Naruto, who made Gaara becoming a new person. He showed Gaara, how nice life could be, if you don't give up. He had been Gaaras motivation, all month, Gaara studied hard to get a good graduation and broke up with the wrong people. He had been the reason. He gave Gaara, what he always wanted: The feeling of being liked. And for Gaara it was more than just friendship. During the two weeks, Gaara's class stayed in Narutos city for the sports competition, he fell in love. Even after he had almost killed Rock Lee during the fighting competition, Naruto tried to give him hope… With success. When Gaara left the town, he was another person. In his last school year, he became even head boy. And now Naruto was here and the possibility, that he was on Gaaras university was realistic too. But what should Gaara do now? His last meeting with Naruto ended not that great for him. From his actual point of view was it very embarrassing. He had a tantrum and injured several people, before Naruto stopped him. And then the story with Rock Lee…
Gaara shook his head. No! Naruto was out of reach for him. Even if he would accept him again, Lee wouldn't, surely. And the other guys neither.
Sadly Gaara stood up and unlocked the door. The bathroom was empty and he went to the sink, washed his hands, his face. The cold water felt good on his sweaty skin. After the short make-over, Gaara breathed slowly and sneaked to the door, opened it and scanned the situation. Sakura was still on the dance floor, now with another girl, Ina or sth like this, Gaara remembered. Naruto was next to the girls, laughing and jumping. All of them were busy.
'Good', Garra thought and felt a little but stupid, 'cause he had the desire to walk quietly, even if the music was ridiculously loud. 'Just a few meters and I'm free. When I'm at home I can think of it thoroughly, maybe I can ask Kankuro and Temari. Together we'll find a solution. I could…'
"Not really, right?"
Gaara spinned around and closed after a quick squint his eyes. Damn! In front of him stood a very drunk and very pissed of Rock Lee.
