A/N: I am sorry it took me so long to update, but I've been having problems and other crap like that. Well hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry for the wait once again.

Naruto's POV

All the kids were playing, dancing in the large play area. Me….I'm all alone by myself. I watched them play, and the nuns stare at me. Two of them had pity in their eyes, the other disgust. I never understood but this one never liked me. Well I had the feeling no one liked me, but she hated me I could tell.

I sat by myself, a little kid trying to be strong. Trying to act like the fact that he has no friends doesn't bother him. Trying to smile and be happy even if there was no reason to. Being looked at by all with disgust and hate……and wonder, asking himself…..

"Why?"

I was in the middle of a nightmare, when my alarm and dog decided to wake me up. I'm pulled out of the dream, only to feel my dog licking me. I have a hard time reaching my alarm to turn it off, on the count that my pet is ontop of me. He's a mix between a lab and a bloodhound, and he's heavy.

I get, pookie off and turn of the alarm. Then pick up some cloths on the floor, sniffing them to make sure they are clean, I pull them on. I go into the restroom to comb throw my hair, and other crap. Then when I think I looked good enough I head for the kitchen to eat. Jiraiya is still asleep I can hear him snore. I'll wake him up after I'm done eating.

This will be my second day of school, and it's Thursday, meaning Friday is tomorrow! I'm most likely going to pick and talk to the two guys I spoke to yesterday. Out of the two I must say the red head—who happens to live next door—is more fun. It's harder to get him to crack so it's more of a challenge I guess. That and he's always alone, guess I feel kinda sorry for him. Though who knows maybe he doesn't like to be bothered. Just cause you alone don't mean you're lonely.

I don't have to wake up my guardian, I can hear him move around in his room. It doesn't take long for him to come out, still in his night cloths. I have my bag and finished my breakfast.

"You ready to go?" He asks me yawning.

"You're not even dressed." I point out.

"So I'm not the one going to school, I'm just driving." He explains garbing his keys, and I follow. When I get to school I bump into a cowed of giggling and swooning girls. In the middle of the group was Sasuke, one of the quit kids I had targeted yesterday. This time though he was far from quit and cold. He talked to me right away, using me as an excuse to shoo away the girls.

"So how are you liking the school so far?" He asks trying to make small talk.

"It 's different from my old one." I answer back cheerfully. He only nods.

"Where's your first period?" He asks. I explain to him were it is, and give him the teachers name, we walk in that direction.

"I would like to talk to you some more, and keep the girls away from you; but there's another kid in my class I like to weird out. Just like I did you yesterday." The boy nods in understanding.

"I understand trying to make new friends." He states plainly. We reach my room and he looks in, I open my mouth to say 'see ya later', but don't get the words out. He pulls me out of the door frame.

"Is the redhead the kid you are talking about?" he ask in a whisper. I stare at his strange behavior, and nod. For a split second fear ran past his eyes. "I wouldn't talk to that kid if I were you." He explains in a low tone.

"Why?"

"Bad roomers surround him. You're new here so you wouldn't know, and usually I'm not so nice to help people out. But, I don't want to see you get killed. After all you are just a clue less idiot, you don't deserve to die." He say in the same low voice.

"Die?" I ask, why would I die?

"People say he's killed at least two people. His brother and sister even back up the story. They also say he's a devil worshiper, who'd kill anyone who'd even talk to him. He even scares me to a point. I've seen him beat up this kid once, the guy was sent to the hospital. So if I were you I wouldn't annoy him to much, dode"

With that said, Sasuke walks away. Calm and cool as if what we just talked about didn't even bother him. I gulp and turn to my first period. I walk in and see the red head peacefully reading a book. Then all fear drains away. I don't get it, he just doesn't scare me. Maybe they are just stories, I can't believe he'd do something like that. There's just this kid like sense around him. You just want to give him a big huge.

"Good morning!" I say cheerfully. He lifts his eyes from his book, but says nothing. I sit down next to him, in the same chair as yesterday.

"What are you reading?" I try to start up a conversation.

"A book." He answers plainly.

"I know that, what's it about?"

"Nothing." He says closing the book, and putting it away in his bag. The bell rings and it doesn't take long for class to stare. The thing that Sasuke told me rests in the back of my mind. But, this won't change anything, I'm still going to talk to the red head. I have the urge to ask him about it. I won't though.

I go through the day thinking about the subject, until German class. Were once again I see the red head. At lunch I sit with him, he doesn't eat. I get something out of the vending machine.

"So tell me about yourself." I command stuffing my face with chips.

"Why should I?" The red head asks.

"Cause I'm trying to be your friend." I say as if this was the obvious reason.

"What if I don't want you as a friend?"

"Tough luck." I explain with a grin on my face. Gaara says nothing. "Fine then I'll tell you about myself ok?" I don't wait for an answer and just start to talk. I tell him all my likes and favorite things to do, though I don't know if he's really listening or not. When I finish he looks at me with lazy eyes.

"You talk to much.' He states.

"You don't talk enough." I say back, smiling. The bell rings, and Gaara gets up. I throw away my trash. And loose sight of him. I sigh, but then feel him tap me on the shoulder. I smile, maybe he's not as cold as he acts. We walk to our next class together, I do all the talking for the both of us.

After school I wait for Jiraiya. Only to have him call me on my cell, and tell me he can't pick me up.

"I'm on a roll, I can't stop typing now. Calling you is wasting time as it is." He explains then hangs up. I sigh, and get up.

"Guess I'll have to walk." I tell myself.

"Need a ride?" Came the low voice of Gaara, I turn to meet his green…..whatever colored eyes.

"Yup! Do you mind?" I ask him. He says nothing and just walks to a car. Two others are standing waiting, I follow. The red head opens the door for me, and when his siblings look at him he just glares. They ask no questions, and his brother starts the car mumbling to himself.

When we park in their drive way, I say good bye and thanks to them. His sister was the only one who responded to my words. I go inside of my house, and I could hear Jiraiya typing away on his computer.

I go upstairs and do the little homework I have.

Later on while I was watching TV I notice movement next door. I don't know why but I was nosy. I look out of my window, and see a car pull out of the garage. I figure that I could make out to be Gaara, was standing on the grass. When the car pulled completely out of the garage he got in., and the car zoomed away. I shrug it off, and go back to watching TV.

Gaara's POV

I'm in the car with my father. I look out the window, and think back on my day. It wasn't so bad actually. I might even say it was nice to have the blonde talk to me. No ones ever given me a chance, they all just judged me before they even knew me. Now I have someone who's showing some sort of interest in wanting to get to know me. But, I don't think I can have friends. I wouldn't know how to treat them, and I've done just fine with out them so far.

I wouldn't want to let anyone to close. The things my father and his cult put me through is between me and my family. I don't want someone finding out, and telling someone. Trying to 'help'. I can handle this myself, and I don't need help. So maybe a friend will only get in the way.

The car comes to a stop and I get out. We are in a field, not to far away from town, but far enough so no one will know what will happen here tonight. My father puts on his rob. We walk into the middle of the field, and find the others there, hoods up, and holding candles. I go stand in the middle of the circle of people, my father standing at the sidelines. A simple wave of his hands and his followers blow out the candles.

I'm forced down on my knees, my father chants some versus of the bible. Some face less person, pulls my head back, hand cover the word shaped cut on my forehead. I feel a blade slightly touch my neck, I close my eyes as it draws blood. All I hear is the constant chanting of the words in the holy book. Some words are repeated by the group, the rest are only said by my father.

I don't comprehend any of the words, except when the word demon slips out between their lips. Two people pull on my arms, turning my palms up. I feel two knifes cut designs into my hands, and cut lines on my wrists.

I force myself to ignore everything. The rest of the night was just a blur of pain, and voices.

A/N: That's it for now. Review! Please.