Gaara's POV

"Do I really have to stay here?" Gaara asked desperately. The housing structure wasn't the only problem. The entire neighborhood was lacking in proper cleanliness. Gaara could admit that it wasn't a dump, but it wasn't like the neighborhood he grew up in. He noted the few houses that seemed to be in good shape. He couldn't understand why the house he would be staying in would be one of the few ones that was so unkempt.

"Yeah we just need to drop your stuff off real fast then Temari is going to take you to your new school." He said and began knocking on the door. Gaara whimpered pouting. He couldn't believe he was having to do unnecessary stuff just because of that idiot Deidara.

Gaara stood behind Kankuro angry. He glared at the chipping blue paint on the outside of the house. The weathered door swung open and a tall, older man stood in the doorway. He stared out at Kankuro and seeming to be half-asleep. Gaara glanced at him and cringed at his rugged and dirty appearance. He had ridiculously long hair that didn't look well groomed. Gaara attributed that to him having just woken up.

The man looked at Gaara and made a crooked smile. The man wore a plain white T-shirt and blue and white striped boxers. The drab clothing he wore gave Gaara the impression that this man could not be the man that they were leaving him to live with. It was fairly late in the morning, so the man should have already been awake.

The man disappeared into the hazardous structure. Kankuro stopped before entering the house behind the man and looked back at Gaara, "Temari is going to take you to school so just leave your stuff on the porch and I'll bring it in." He said and walked into the house. Gaara sighed irritated. He gently put his luggage on the dangerous porch and quickly joined Temari in the car.

"Are you ready to go to your new school, Gaara? Temari asked cheerfully as she began driving. Gaara took in a deep breath and sighed loudly. "I still find this to be unnecessary." He said sulking. Temari rolled her eyes and smiled, "Well of course you do, but it is necessary."

Gaara's new school wasn't far from Jiraiya's house. Gaara looked out his window at the school building. It was rather big, yet it lacked the design and elegance that Gaara's school excelled in. The lack of care for this structure hinted at the possible lack of educational opportunity. Gaara had seen schools such as this one in movies that centered on delinquents and miscreants, the type of people that Gaara would die before he caught himself conversing with for any frame of time.

The sound of Temari opening her door before turning the car off caused Gaara to cowered against his door. "Gaara come on, don't be so obstinate about this!" She shouted. Gaara groaned making a strained face. Which he was straining, straining to accept this as his fate.

Temari walked with Gaara to the school office. Temari opened the door and Gaara walked in and froze. The unsightly hallways made Gaara want to run back to the car. However, Temari pushed him further. She grabbed his forearm tightly. "Don't even think about it. Now come on." She said walking towards a small glass office dragging Gaara behind her.

Gaara looked down pouting, like a grade school kid being forced to go to school after the ending of the summer. The only difference is that his sister in her eight-inch black heels and her bright red business dress suit was the one pulling him. Gaara was relieved that there was no one around to observe this spectacle.

Temari went into the glass office. She let go of Gaara's hand once inside and smiled at the woman behind the tall desk. "My name is Shizune. I'm the secretary for this school." She said proudly. Gaara raised an eyebrow at the idea that she would be proud of this school. She, herself is a fine woman. She had short black hair that stopped at her neck. Her clothes weren't impressive, but they were work attire. She seemed to take her job seriously and Gaara and a smidgen of admiration towards what he assumed dedication to a loss cause.

While Temari talked to the Shizune Gaara turned his attention to the drab lobby in the office. He shuddered and moved closer to Temari. The chairs were all different brands, yet their heights matched so there is some consistency. The table that centered between them is far too short for the chairs. It had a range of reading material, from Glamour to Men's fitness. Gaara couldn't tell if there were children's book as well.

Suddenly a loud crash came from down the hallway behind Shizune's desk. Both Temari and Gaara jumped. Shizune groaned unaffected and shook her head, "Naruto…" Both Temari and Gaara looked at each other, then back to Shizune.

"Naruto, get back here!" A woman shouted. Suddenly a blonde boy came running from one of the room. "Not a chance!" He shouted as he collided into the wall outside the door. He began running towards our direction.

Temari and Gaara moved out of his projected path. Shizune did the same. He jumped onto her desk and went to continue on his path when Shizune grabbed his ankle causing him slip and fall on the other side of her desk.

Temari giggled. Gaara simply stared down at the groaning boy at their feet. His blonde hair is crazy and spikey, but from what Gaara could tell he didn't have any hair gel in it. The boy is wearing dark blue jeans and a bright orange tank-top. He wore dark blue sandals and had dark blue bandana, but styled it similar to a headband. Gaara raised his eyebrow in confusion at this boy's strange taste in clothing.

The boy slowly climbed up using Shizune's desk. "You are insufferable sometimes!" Gaara looked up to see a woman standing beside Shizune's desk. Her hair was almost bleach blonde and her clothes were fairly decent. Yet Gaara couldn't escape the most notable thing about her, her breasts. They were huge, unlike any he had ever seen. What's more is they seemed barely contained in the white dress shirt she had on.

"I'm sorry if he might have frightened you." She spoke after catching her breath putting her hand on Shizune's desk. "Damn I need to start running again." She said shaking her head. Gaara took his mind away from determining if her breasts were natural or not and switched it over to the blonde kid standing between them and the woman. "Oh no, it is quite alright." Temari replied. "I was just dropping my little brother off." She said.

Everyone's eyes focused on me, "She's a boy?" the three people remarked in unison. Gaara blushed and crossed his arms looking away. How dare they think he's a girl! "Uh yeah…his name is Gaara Sabaku." Temari said slowly. "Oh…well he's so small." The big-breasted woman said and approached Gaara.

She put her hand on his shoulders, "Wow…damn, I wish I could have stayed this small." She said. "Or even had that complexion..." Shizune muttered.

The woman took her hands off Gaara and smiled, "Well it is a pleasure to have such a handsome boy at my school, I guess Sasuke won't be so popular anymore." She said grinning. Gaara ignored her comment. He didn't want to stand out. He just wanted to get this whole issue done with.

"Oh I completely forgot, I'm the principal Tsunade." She said and ruffled Gaara's head. "If you ever need anything don't hesitate to let me know." She said smiling so brightly.

Gaara returned the smile feeling slightly overwhelmed by everything that is happening. She turned around fast and grabbed Naruto's ear and pulled him around. He winced and complied with her forceful nature. "Naruto, this is our new student. Show him the school; if you do I'll forget all that business in my office." She said letting go of his ear.

Naruto's POV

Naruto didn't want to show this guy around the school, especially considering he's a guy. He led the boy out of the office while the hens seemed to cluck about whatever. Naruto could tell the boy clearly didn't want him to show him around this school, which if Naruto was honest he liked the fact this kid was so disgusted with him. If he ever needed to get rid of the kid there wouldn't be any infatuation that he would hold towards Naruto.

They walked to the stairs that led to the first year's floor. "So what brings you to transfer to this shithole?" He asked purposely. He wanted to make redhead as uncomfortable as possible. The redhead looked at him shocked, mission accomplished…sort of. As the redhead, who looked like a guy, stared at Naruto in shock. Naruto himself had a shock.

The eyes of the redhead were such pale greenish-blue color. Around these jewel-like eyes is a dark rim of what resembled eyeliner, but the more he stared at them the more unconvinced he became about them simply being eyeliner.

The boy…Gaara, he recalled his name to be, continued to stare at him as if expecting him to say something when Naruto had asked the question. "Did your family get rid of you too?" Naruto asked getting uncomfortable being the focus of those eyes.

Gaara smiled and looked away shaking his head. "No my siblings would never be rid of me. If such a thing were to happen they wouldn't…" He stopped abruptly. Naruto had began to ascend the stairs, but stopped when Gaara's voice stopped.

He turned, "They wouldn't what?" He asked curiously. Gaara shook his head, "They wouldn't be able to get rid of me so easily." He said bitterly, but tried to hide it with a playful smile. But he couldn't hide it from Naruto. Naruto may not be the smartest guy in the school, but he had a knack for picking up on the small details of a person, especially the emotions they expressed.

He already knew Gaara didn't want to be there. He is probably being forced to come here out of obligation. Even more so, he knew Gaara was loaded, well he had more money than anyone at this school. The way he talked, walked, and dressed were too different than anyone Naruto met in this town. However, Naruto was never one to judge another person, given his own past.

They came to the second floor. "Okay this is the first year's floor. They pretty much stay to themselves. Like everyone else on their floors." He said. "Do you have to stay on your particular floor?" Gaara asked. Naruto smiled, "Yeah, usually they let the fourth years out earlier, then the third years, and so on and so forth." He replied.

Gaara crossed his arms and walked gracefully further down the hallway. Naruto watched the rose amongst weeds. Despite him being a guy, he demanded such a grandeur presence; especially in comparison to the shitty excuse for lockers.

The school was due for some serious repairs and if the parents actually gave a fuck they would see the stark difference between this school and a person. Tsunade tried her best to make the repairs by hiring friends, but they needed new stuff, better stuff. One day, Naruto intended to give better things to this school.

Gaara examined the hallway and shrugged. He turned and began walking back to Naruto. His chin raised and his short red hair slightly moving with each step he took. He had a lime green dress shirt with a black vest over it buttoned up. His black pants had a slight shine to them and fit him perfectly. The way they defined Gaara's slender hips and skinny thighs is almost alluring to Naruto.

As he got closer to Naruto, Naruto moved his gaze back up to the face of the guy he had just been checking out. Gaara's focus hadn't been on Naruto, which caused him to sigh with relief. Naruto knew he was straight, he even had a girlfriend to prove such a thing. She was the complete opposite of this interesting redhead that inadvertently demanded Naruto's attention.

"This school is really different from my old school." Gaara exclaimed smiling. Naruto smiled moving towards the stairs. Gaara followed him but stopped when Naruto began going downstairs. "Aren't we going to see the other floors?" He asked. Naruto looked back up at him and smiled, "No, they're pretty much the same. I'm going to show you the rest of the school." He replied.

Gaara's POV

Gaara couldn't believe just how big that school was and that Naruto character. Gaara had never met someone so…so…active. Even at his other school there was no one that wanted to talk that much to him. Even Rock Lee limited his time with Gaara. But Naruto actually seemed interested in him and wanting to pursue a friendship with Gaara

Gaara stopped at the front of the house that he would be living in for the next few years. He turned facing it. It looked slightly better than this morning, but it still looked sub-par. The outside looked to have been slightly repaired, though paint was still chipping from the wall. He walked to the structure and opened the door, which was more sturdy than this morning.

"Who is it?" He heard a raspy voice holler out to him. He froze, "Ah Gaara." He called back. The gray haired man appeared in the doorway to Gaara's right. He was fully dressed in a rather professional outfit, despite the stains in some places. He smiled, "Well hello Gaara the last time I saw you, you were just a little munchkin." He bellowed rushing over to him and hugged Gaara tightly.

He released him and frowned, "My God you're nothing but bones!" He exclaimed putting his hands on Gaara's shoulders. "Well don't worry I'll feed you here. Oh I got to show you your room." He said taking Gaara's wrist and led him further into the dirty house. Gaara was relieved that he didn't try to remark on Gaara's similarity to the opposite sex.

Gaara avoided the dust-ridden furniture that lined the small hallway. They were pictures of dust. The entire house seemed as if it had never been cleaned in a century. Jiraiya opened the door to a small bedroom. Gaara smiled at how clean it was as opposed to the rest of the house. An open window not only allowed sunlight to pour into the room, but fresh air. The room was so neat, like his room. Gaara recognized a few of his own items there adding a more comforting touch to the room. He walked in and turned smiling at Jiraiya, "I like it." He said and looked back to the room.

He knew Kankuro had done this for him. Despite not liking their decision, he couldn't deny that they would always try to find ways to make him happy. They wouldn't try to get rid of him. He knew these next few years would perhaps be the most chaotic years in his life, but maybe he could get used to this place. Of course, he would need to be the one that cleaned this pigsty. Especially considering the fact that those dust particles could still make it into his room.

"Well come eat some food, I've got to leave to go to work soon, so I cooked you some early dinner!" Jiraiya exclaimed. Gaara nodded, but stayed in the room as Jiraiya left it. He walked to the window and looked out smiling. It is a big window; however Gaara felt perturbed that the house is so close to the neighbor's house. Gaara made a mental note that he needed to get a curtain.

"Well hello neighbor!" Gaara stiffened. His gaze slowly went to the front yard of the house beside his and immediately recognized Naruto's bright blonde hair and his waving arm. Gaara's left eye twitched. He could handle Naruto's personality at school, but why did he have to live next door to Gaara?