Haha, whoever guessed father was CORRECT!
Sorry I took so long to upload. I got very VERY lazy. Like it was unnatural.
Nyeh, I actually fully thought out the entire plot of this thing. I already have the ending down and stuff.

With added comics on the side of my notebook, which no one will ever see except my friends who stole it for a while T-T

P.S. I OWNZ NAY-ROO-TOE! LOLOLOL!!!on1!1e!1
gaara: wtf, are you the new tara?
me: :O dost i lokith lyke her?
sasuke:... ignore her guys... she doesn't own Naruto.
me: YUSH I DO! SOP LAIING SAUCE, KAY?


Everyone stayed silent as their father strolled around the room towards the kitchen, throwing everything he was carrying towards the couch.

"Hey dad…" Temari timidly spoke out.

"Daughter." He nodded his head towards her, then turned over towards Kankuro, also nodding, "Son."
He sat down at the head of the table, waiting for Temari to put food on his plate.

Temari looked at Gaara who seemed to have shut himself from the world, his eyes giving a glazed look before he slowly looked towards his own plate. She decided to speak up for him, "Dad… aren't you forgetting about someone?"

He slowly looked over towards Gaara and back at Temari, sneering as he spoke, "He is not good enough to be considered a son of the great Subaku family."

Temari quickly looked over towards Gaara, who seemingly had somehow managed to angle his head to looking straight down. She sighed as she began to serve the food.

Dinner was silent, apart from the few sudden clanks of silverware against the plates. Mr. Sabaku attempted to make conversation with his two children.
Gaara had already been used to this. Ever since his mother had died a few years back, his dad had taken out his anger on the youngest. He attempted to pick on each one individually, but Temari would cry too quickly, Kankuro would fight back, but Gaara would just sit there and accept it. Thus becoming the easiest victim that he could break apart.

Temari looked over towards the clock and quickly jumped up, causing the entire table to shake as her legs hit the table. "Shit. Sorry guys, I forgot I'm supposed to meet a tutor, well now. Just leave the left-overs on the counter, I'll pack them up when I get home." She quickly stood up, grabbing her own plate and placing it at the counter, then running towards her school bag and out the door.

A few more awkward minutes passed after Temari had left, Mr. Sabaku attempting a conversation with Kankuro who would only reply with one word answers, trying to get the man to shut up.

Gaara stood up, grabbing his plate as he went to the counter but was interrupted by his father.
"Why are you wearing eyeliner?"

Gaara kept walking towards the counter, thinking he could pull off that he didn't hear his fathers question.

"Don't walk away when I talk to you." He said in a noticeably louder voice. "I asked why are you wearing eyeliner."

Gaara shrugged, slowly inching towards the kitchen door, attempting to break out in a run if needed.

His father looked directly at him, "Try talking with words, unless you have become a fucking mute now, hmm?"

Gaara kept his eyes focused on his father, unsure if he should attempt to talk, but at the same time afraid that he might say the wrong thing. Like he had so many times before. Instead he kept with another shrug.

"Never thought you could look better as a girl." His father smiled, Kankuro nearly spitting out his drink at his father's comment.

"Dads right Gaara. With all your tight clothes and eyeliner, you might have a better chance at getting a boyfriend then Temari!" Kankuro laughed, nearly hitting his food with his hand as he slapped the table, laughing too hard at the unfunny joke he had just made.

Their fathers smile quickly faded and stood up, walking over to Gaara, "The last thing I want in my house is a gay."

Gaara looked up with confusion in his eyes, "But I'm not ga-"
His words were interrupted as his father's fist slammed into his stomach.

The next day Gaara walked into his school, new marks littering his arms, barely hidden by band-aids.
He walked into his homebase, realizing that Sasuke was sitting towards the back. Gaara, recognizing a similar face, glided over towards the raven and quickly sat down.

Sasuke looked over towards him, nodding his head as a greeting, then looked towards Gaara's arm. "What happened to your arm?"

Gaara quickly moved it away from Sasuke's gaze and quickly stuttered, "I fell."

"You fell? And somehow you got cuts all over your arms?"

"In the forest, walking home. I tripped over a rock and fell onto a tree."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the story, but looked at the time realizing it was already time for his geography. "What class you have next red?"

Gaara raised his head up from the desk he had, oh so conveniently layed his head on, then took out his schedule scanning through it quickly, "Uhh. Geography."

"Me too. Let's go, Mr. Green doesn't listen to anyone's excuses."

The two walked into the class, sitting at the two free seats in the back row.

"GOOD MORNING CLASS OF AMAZING!" The teacher at the front, Mr. Green, boomed out. "TODAY MY FRIENDS! WE!!!! Are going to watch the Gandhi movie!"

This seemed to get a groan from the class, but nonetheless the teacher seemed joyful as he put the movie in, turning off the lights and returning to his desk, finding a comfortable way to sit, that clearly read, 'Hey, I'm a hippy freak who never shaves and loves him some history!'

Gaara began watching the movie, confused to why a man had been shot in the very beginning when he was surprised by a note landing towards his foot. He looked down towards the note, then up at the direction it came from.
'Scanning… scanning… it most likely came from Sasuke… Why am I scanning again?'

He picked up the note then opened it. Inside read, 'Hey. Let's play a get to know eachother game. I'll ask a question, then you do the same. Etc. So here's my question. Where you from, like before you moved here?'
Gaara grabbed his pen and quickly jotted down, "I used to live in Illinois, but I moved here because of my dads stupid work." He began to fold the note up, then realized he had to write his own question, he quickly reopened it and wrote, "Whats up with the sock bracelet you wear?" He folded it up, and threw it over, after nearly getting whiplash from looking over towards the teachers desk at 40 looks per second.

Sasuke opened the note, then looked over towards Gaara then somehow, using hand motions, translated that they should move the desks together closer. Gaara nodded and quietly started to slide his desk towards Sasuke's.

Sasuke looked at him and lifted his arm as he started to take off the sock bracelet, uncovering around 8 scars, 2 seeming fairly new.

Gaara widened his eyes, "You cut yourself? Why?" He looked up into Sasuke's eyes, which somehow had become even darker than the original black that they were. Instead of getting an answer, Sasuke pulled the bracelet back down, and seemed to suddenly have cared about nothing except the movie.


Do you ever realize that when you type on microsoft word, it makes it seem like you wrote 3 pages, but when you upload it on here, it counts as like. 1. Gosh. I thought I did good this time too TnT.

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