Am I made of glass? Because you seem to see right through me.

Discalimer: I do not OWN! -cries in admitance-

Warnings: Read the God forsaken Rating. IT'S M!!

A/N: Ahh, sweet revelation... I don't think I will ever feel this real again, seriously. I just realized how real I am...and how good it feels to be alive and live my life...weird right? You guy's should try it sometime, just kick back, take a deep breath, and think about how amazing it is to be alive and live your particular life. Again, this is Dedicated to VanityWantsYou.

Chapter two: What does that have to do with me?

Naruto leaned back against his chair as everyone began to file out of the room, it was day three and he was already tired of practicing these compositions. They didn't even get a day off, how bothersome. As he watched the girl named Sara pack up her violin he smiled at her, "Hey...you did good on that solo today..."

She looked at him and blushed lightly. "Th-thank you...but your solo's were so much better than mine, and more complex."

He just shrugged and began to pack up his violin also, "I think that I got myself in far too deep this time...its so hard to keep up with that Uchiha guys solo...its like he made it that hard on purpose..." Shaking his head he stood up and held his violin close to his side along with his folder of compositions. "You have a good night Sara...and keep practicing, even though you hit it perfectly today..."

With a bright smile he walked out of the Concert Hall and out into the quiet hallways of the prestigious school, Juliard. Walking down the halls he pulled his hood over his head and looked ahead at the cold darkness outside of the large glass doors. Then just as he was within reach of the doors, a red-headed man opened it and looked directly at him. There were dark circles under his eyes, or was that...eyeliner?

"Are you...," He paused and looked down at a piece of paper, his voice raspy, "...Uzumaki...Naruto?"

"Well...that depends, whose asking?" He raised a blonde eyebrow and watched the man carefully.

"That would be me...of course...the name is Gaara, Sobaku Gaara..." He held his hand out and Naruto took it firmly, shaking the icey cold skin. "You are...pleasantly warm...but yes, the matter in which I have come looking for you is one of my own, I have a friend that attends this school, and he had told me of a boy who is like a master on the violin...and I wanted to well...speak with this boy..."

"Well, I am certainly no boy, but if you don't mind, I would love to get out of this cage, so we could grab a real quick cup of coffee, and you could come back to my place with me, its only about a thirty minute walk from here, unless you have a car?" He walked past Gaara, into the chilling air.

"No...I didn't bring a car, I was dropped off...I will have to call them and tell them to pick me up at your address at the specific time I told them to pick me up here..." As Gaara went on talking to himself, Naruto began to walk down the side walk towards the road.

Cars were still zipping by at almost midnight. He was amazed at how Americans could stay up so late and get to work so early, let alone work night shifts this often, New York, really was a lively place. He watched as Gaara became silent and just followed him across the street and to a little coffee shop that was open all night.

Opening the door, Gaara smiled and let Naruto enter before he did, the man was a gentleman no matter how creepy he was. Nodding and smiling at the dark haired girl behind the counter he sat down at the bar, and next to him Gaara took his spot.

"The usual Naruto?" Asked the girl.

"Uh, yes...Gaara what would you like?" Looking over at the red head, he noticed the man looking intently at the menu.

"May I have...just a black caffinated coffee?" He looked up at the woman with his big confused green eyes and she gave a gentle laugh.

"Yes...why did you ask that in such a way?"

"Well...it was not listed on the menu..." He turned to Naruto and furrowed his eyebrows looking almost angry. "This place is far more confusing then where I live..."

Naruto just nodded and leaned foward. "I agree...I had to get used to this place too...its far too big for me, but I sort of like it now..."

As their coffee's arrived, Naruto paid for them both and thanked the girl gratefully as they walked outside, warm drinks in hand. Naruto's violin was safely strapped across his back, and his folder under his arm that he kept tightly against him, that hand stuffed deep into his sweaters pocket.

"What is it like...playing the violin?" Gaara kept his stare striaght as they walked.

Naruto looked over at him, and for the first time noticed that the man was shorter than him by a few inches, "Well...its like being free, and having what ever music you hear in your head and all around you come on when you play it...atleast thats how it is for me..."

"Are you saying its like you become the music?" He turned his gaze to Naruto, it was burning.

"Yea...thats exactly what it's like..." He gave a small smile and then for the remainder of the time they walked, they walked in silence.

Twenty minutes later, Naruto was safely inside his home, the warm heat and lights welcoming him and Gaara. He had just then remembered that Sakura had picked them up, and Kiba was spending the night at Shikamaru's, for some odd gaming fest the two had once a month.

Walking over to the coat rack, Naruto shrugged off his sweater and slipped his shoes off, hanging his keys on the key holder directly next to the door. He then turned to Gaara, "Please...let me take your jacket, and you can make yourself at home while I put my violin in my room..."

Gaara put his coat in Naruto's waiting hand but shook his head, also taking off his shoes to respect Naruto's home. "I would like it if you kept it out here, I wanted to hear you play it, to witness this...amazing playing that you are said to do..."

Naruto just shrugged and put his violin on the large coffee table in Kiba and his living room. He then sat down and held out his hand for Gaara to make himself comfortable.

"Thank you..." Gaara said, as he pulled out a dark red cell phone, "may I ask your address so that my sister can come here to pick me up?"

Passing over the sister comment, since it was clearly none of his business, Naruto nodded, "I live at 715 North River Street, west of Juliard..."

Gaara dialed a number and when someone answered, he repeated the address and then hung up. It didn't look like him and his sister did much of talking, but he wasn't about to ask the man.

"So...Gaara, who exactly are you friends with, that would know of me?" Naruto asked, leaning back into the soft couch.

Gaara looked at Naruto's violin as he spoke. "You do know of a Hyuuga Hinata? Correct?"

"Yea...she's a close friend of mine, she goes to the School of Preforming Arts..." Naruto raised an eyebrow, "Why do you ask?"

"Her cousin, Hyuuga Neji goes to Juliard, he is a fourth year. He was also chosen for the Juliard Orchestra...out of the fifteen students that were chosen..." Just as he finished his phone began to ring loudly with an odd song Naruto had never heard, but it sure was catchy.

Making a frustrated face he answered it, "Yes Lee?"

Naruto raised an eyebrow, it couldn't have been the same Lee he knew, could it have been?

"No Lee...I'm not at home right now...yes I am in New York again...please don't try to visit me...Why? plainly because I can't stand to be woken up right now...no I was-...I know I do-...LEE!...Yes I'm with him right now...What? Why?...Fine..hold on..." Gaara held the phone out to Naruto. "For you..."

Naruto took the phone from Gaara and held it against his ear, "Hello?"

"Ah! Naruto! Long time no talk!"

"Lee! Wow...how do you know Gaara? And aren't you spending a year up in Buffalo? For that college or something?"

"Yes! For my wonderful youth of a young man I am doing that! I know Gaara, because he is my well, my lover Naruto!" Laughing loudly Lee continued, "Alas, I was coming down to visit because it snowed up here, and well the school is on vacation, so I wanted to see if my little GaaraBear, was in the states you know? But let me let you two get back into your youthful conversation! Go YOUTH!" Hanging up the phone abruptly Naruto then handed it back to Gaara and gave a small laugh.

"How exactly do you deal with that?" He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, "I would end up killing myself..."

"You have no idea how many times I have contimplated doing that to myself let alone him...and we aren't actually lovers, he likes to say that because he knows how desperately I dislike it...we were back in...well grade school..." Gaara made a look of disgust and just leaned back.

"So onto business, you wanted to hear me play correct? So I shall play for you..." He smiled to Gaara and unpacked his violin, and looked over at him, "What would you like to hear..."

Gaara thought for a moment and then spoke carefully, "Show me how you become the music, or how the music becomes you..."

Naruto only nodded to him and began to softly play his violin, at times it became faster, or louder, or much more complex, and Naruto didn't really know how long he was playing for, but he had shut his eyes after the first few minutes, and just let himself go. All the time Gaara just sat quietly and listend, while watching how Naruto experately placed his bow and fingers on the instrument.

Before Naruto knew it, he was waking up in his bed, his head dizzy and confused. What exactly had happened last night? How late had he stayed up playing? The last thing he remembered, was a tired him and a tired Gaara parting ways as Gaara's sister, a tall blonde girl, drug him out of the house, at what seemed to be an ungodly hour in the morning.

Looking over at his alarm clock he read it and then jumped up frantically. Grabbing his cell phone off of his dresser he read that he had seventeen missed calls and twenty three new text messages. It was already nine thirty in the morning, and the third composition rehersal had begun over an hour ago.

As he rushed to get ready he heard a knock on the door, running over to it, in only a pair of boxers he answered it. There stood Uchiha Sasuke, glaring angrily into the house. He then pushed Naruto into his home and threw a folder at him.

"That, you incompatant imbicile is our new composition, I modified the Trumbone section, the Bass section, the flute section, and for you, I just want to let you know, that I made a few adjustments to your solo..." Looking around he then pointed toward the front door, "Also, so you don't have a bitch fit...it snowed so badly that the roads near the school are practically closed, most of the students were at the concert hall, but I decided to make a stop here, to give this to you first hand and let you know, that if you fuck it up, I will pull you out of the orchestra all together..."

Sasuke Uchiha then walked out of Naruto's apartment angrily, and more of a prick than he had been four day's ago.

Ignoring the annoying senior Naruto sat down on his warm and soft couch looking over the new composition. He flipped page after page noticing the minor adjustments, then he flipped the page, thinking of only seeing a few adjustments to his solo, when he noticed that practically all of it was harder and more complex than it had been the first day he had rehersed it.

Growling angrily he threw the folder down near his violin and noticed a not attatched to his violins case. Pulling it off he read in a very neat handwriting, 'You really do become the Music Naruto...you've inspired me, thank you...'

Naruto just smiled and shook his head, this Gaara fellow, was probably going to show up more and more, now that he knew that he was Hinata's cousin's friend, and Lee's supposed lover. Leaning back into the couch more, he took his violin out and opened the folder with the new third composition, and began to play his solo, making sure that the next day when they did the rehersal for it, he would blow this bastard, Sasuke Uchiha, out of the water.

x-x-x-x

Sasuke Uchiha sat alone in a dimly lit room, with a fire going, and a violin in his grip, he was not playing it, merely looking at it. Music scattered about his floor, and a single signiture written at the bottom of each finished piece, the same one, carved into the beautiful mahogany violin.

The name of his older and very loved brother, Uchiha Itachi.

Sasuke angrily shut his eyes and held back his tears of pure hate. He wanted to know so desperately, why his brother had to leave the world this way, without making good on his promise, and leave such a beautiful talent behind, without so much as letting it go past the walls of that very house that he sat in day in and day out.

A/N: So, thats chapter two, and for all of your information, Gaara is going to actually talk in this, and Lee, well he is going to be as weird as always. Get ready for chapter Three, its sure to blow you out of your mind -smirks-