Alrighty then, here's chapter 3, so this is basically about Neji and Gaara seeing each other and their awesome reaction. This Shakespeare poem's theme is deception. You have probably realized I update often and that's true…I update on one of these days of the week Saturdays, Fridays and Wednesdays. You guys can pick an exact day if you want. Ummm…let's see, I love reviews. I won't abandon this story! I WILL KEEP GOIN' TILL THIS IS FINISHED! YEEE-HAA! This chapter has some action!
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Rose Weeds
Chapter Three-The most unkindest cut of all…
He hates kids and yet he is befriending Tooru.
He hates people, though people just hate him.
He hates romance but his job is depended on the fantasies of deep emotion.
His heart aches for 'love' though he despises the mire thought of another being entering him.
Even sometimes the redhead wanted pleasure, but any body that tried to make contact he hesitated.
Gaara was a total hypocrite, well he thought that anyways.
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To say that he was at least a few yards away from The Hyuuga, Gaara was pretty calm. Though its not what its look like in his head…
Holy fucking Buddha, Neji is right there on the other side of the door! I wonder what he looks like now…What do I look like now. Oh, shit! I only put on a t-shirt and my old high waters! (1) Great, I look like a junkie.
The Sabaku looked down at his old sneakers and sighed. He was freaking rich and he had these shoes since when?
Gaara took a look at the mirror across from the hall and ruffled his unruly maroon locks, trying to make that mess look, well DECENT.
'Damn, I'm really ugly.'(2) He had smeared mascara and his eyes were all red! Neji would probably run and scream along with that woman in there…wait, woman?
He put his ear and hoped it wasn't a female.
'What if it is, Gaara? What are you gonna do?' His inner voice called out. The Sabaku cursed his loss of sanity, but the voice he named Shukaku was right. Why was he looking for Neji again? If there was a girl in there, what was he going to do? Neji was not going to come back for him! The brunette had a wife and family now!
Some days Gaara would be at his office designing a few scenes based on how he wished his life with Neji was; big Japanese style house in the mountains and no sounds except for the screams and moaning. 'How romantic…' the voice snorted.
'What do you expect Shukaku, white picket fence?' Gaara growled back.
As much as Gaara wanted that he knew things like that would only be in his darkness of dreams and new see the light. Gaara had given up on dreams a while back.
'For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel…'
The artist directed his attention back on the rock solid door.
"What do you mean; I had that child you wanted so badly!" A feminine voice called out. It was very high pitched and held a lot of anger.
"What did you expect, you were going to get an abortion…It's not like I planned Tooru or anything but I would never even THINK about what you were planning to do with OUR child!" A booming yet masculine voice shouted.
Gaara's breathing hitched as his heart stopped at the second voice; Hyuuga Neji.
"If you would just give me some money, I wouldn't even think about get that brat taken out!"
'Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him!'
At this time the redhead directed his attention to the miniature Neji only to see he was silently crying. His small, lavender eyes leaking with warm tears. Gaara had a pang in his heart at the sight of his very young companion…Sorrow. He bent down and engulfed the young one into a tight hug. Tooru's Sobbing increased as Gaara felt the warm wet spot on this t-shirt.
"M-mo-ther c-calls m-me a b-brat some-t-times." Tooru choked out, burrowing his soft head into Gaara's neck, "…I don't like mother, s-she makes-s me h-urt, Ga-ara!"
Gaara patted Tooru's soft brunette hair, stroking it slowly. 'I'm so sorry you have to hear this…' he thought. He bet Tooru was very emotionally exhausted.
As soon as he heard heavy breathing he scooped the now sleeping child in his own small arms. He sighed and slowly pulled himself up, leaning against the door to hear the conversation.
"-money. All you buy is drugs and you know it's true. I've gotten you every little thing and then last year you go to that pleasure house and cheat on me. I've had it with everything. You steal, you lie, you gamble and you probably go sell yourself for money-"A calm and collected voice said to the feminine one. The girl probably slapped him because all he heard was flesh hitting flesh.
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
"You can hit me all you want; I'm still taking everything and our son."
A growl was heard, "HE'S NOT MY SON YOU BASTARD AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF YOU TAKE ANYTHING FROM ME!"
"Tenten, we're not married, I can take anything I want-"
The next sound Gaara heard was a running sound and a faint click.
"Now, now Neji, we wouldn't want your pretty little brains spilled over the floor would we?"
Gaara panicked. That crazy bitch had a gun! 'Remain calm kid, OK? If she does trying anything The Hyuuga won't let her.' Shukaku reinsured him. He nodded his head unconsciously and listened.
"Tenten put it down. I can have Police here in seconds. DOWN, NOW" The Hyuuga man said, not a hint of fear in his voice.
"Neji, I don't want to d-do this, but you can't leave me. If y-you leave me I'll hunt you and Tooru down," you could hear the smirk in her voice, "or shall I go get him now, I mean he's in the car now."
Silence, was what Gaara heard thru the door. "See kid, no-"BOOM!
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Gaara covered his ears at the sudden gunshot and silenced for any signs. Still silence.
"WHERE IS HE? YOU CRAZY BITCH! WHERE IS MY SON," Neji hollered, his voice almost as loud as the gunshot it self. "Did you hear me right? WHERE IS MY TOORU?"
BOOM!
Tooru found himself in Gaara's tight arms. He was taking a nice nap when he heard a huge sound. 'Sounded like bangs!' The child thought he also heard his father-"WHERE IS TOORU?" BANG! 'That's otosan!' He struggled free of Gaara's protesting arms and jumped on the floor, opening the door.
"Otosa-OTOSAN!" Tooru rushed over to his father.
Gaara pushed open the door at the kid's sudden cry and took in the image. Neji was lying on the floor, still conscious. The woman's voice belonged to a petite figure with nice, rich clothes and two neat buns on top of her head. The girl named Tenten was holding the gun to The Hyuuga, pointed in the direction of his chest. Before he could act, the woman turned around and pointed the gun at the small helpless child caring to his father. (3)
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
"Daddy, daddy it's going to be ok. You're not hurt!" Toru cried helplessly.
Neji raised an arm up to his son and gently stroked his child's similar beautiful bangs out of his face, "Who's your little friend, my love?" He whispered weakly.
"…Sabaku no Gaara, Tooru?" Neji paled.
Tooru's tears dropped on his Neji's pale skin, "His name is Gaara and he's my best friend."
Gaara gulped, those two might be in their own world but the woman looked viscous. She held still in place, aiming it at his young friend. Neji's ex-girlfriend slowly pulled the trigger and the redhead had to think fast; runaway and let the police handle it or jump in front of the life killing bullet, dying for his love and his young friend?
Gaara smirked before making his decision, he loved Neji. Still he didn't know what EXACTLY love was but now he had an idea.
"I'd dive in front of a bullet for you, Neji." He darted in front of the two.
"FUCK GAARA!" Neji yelled, picking up his blood covered head.
BANG!
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart. . . .
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
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"Pretty man…" a soft voice echoed in Gaara's mind. He smiled a rare smile at the tone of that young voice; like he had saved their life. The artist tried to open his heavy eye lids but he couldn't or move his arms.
Loud voices were now coming in his mind.
Beeping and buzzing and murmuring were what he heard. There were all kinds of different tones, loud ones, whispers and even some singing. One voice stood out.
"GAARA! CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME." A raspy voice called out followed by a rather annoyed voice.
"Dobe…he's just got shot. Spare him the nightmares of your ugly face." The man breathed.
A couple more loud sounds of doors closing and everything went silent. Gaara tried to open his eyes and got them just so he could see a blurry mess of white.
"If I got shot then I must be in a stupid hospital." He sighed. 'Man I can smell my own breath, gross.'
There was a sound but it wasn't a voice; more like a couple of wheels coming across the floor. Gaara paled, he was really scared now. "What if it's the Grim Reaper?"
A smooth voice chuckled deeply and the artist groaned; he hoped it wasn't anybody from high school or his brother.
"Do I look like the Grim Reaper?" The velvety voiced questioned.
Gaara tried to open his eyes a little wider to see the mystery person but all he saw was brown hair.
He groaned, finally getting the point he was now basically remedial. "Where am I exactly?" The wheels got closer he assumed and rolled up against his bunk.
"..Hospital. You saved a couple people's lives. They want to thank you." The voice got closer with each word and Gaara assumed lips were the wet objects by his left ear." He smelled good and his voice reminded Gaara of a person.
He heard loud foot steps and a shifting of his bed. "Gaara, I love you!" A small figure climbed on Gaara, watching out for his wound to the lower abdomen and sat on his chest. "You're my best friend and hero and and you saved my otosan!" The small figure dangled over Gaara's head and soft ticklish hair draped
over him. "Otosan said that I wasn't 'posed to tell you but...He cried." He finished whispering the last words. Gaara's eyes softened at the tender tone…Tooru.
Gaara opened his eyes a little and suddenly everything came rushing towards him faster then he would want.
"WHERE'S NEJI!" The Sabaku yelled, sitting up straight all of a sudden. Pain hit him faster than common sense, he was shot with a bullet and he probably just reopened the delicate stitches. Gaara plopped back down and moaned loudly at the feel of hot needles sticking into his abdomen. A pale hand grabbed his sweating and shaking one, entwining their fingers. 'Who is this creep?' Gaara relaxed and lowered his voice, which was very sore. "Where's Neji, Tooru?"
Gaara felt his chest relieved of pressure and heard small footsteps going.
"Tooru! Where's Ne-" He called again, this time pleadingly.
"Shhhh…I'm here, love. Don't freak out, OK? Just listen, I'm willing to tell you everything."
Gaara nodded, still not believing that the person holding his hand tightly and now stroking his tattoo (4) was Neji's.
"I don't know how you got Tooru with you or anything like that. I don't know why you saved my life. I don't know why Tenten wanted to kill her own son…" Neji's unsteady voice began.
"Of all the things I don't know, I do know why we can't be together Gaara."
Gaara stopped breathing; he even thought his heart stopped. Things always ended up like this; always bad for him. This is what made him hate every single thing that was living and breathing. He felt the tears leak out of the sides of his makeup less eyes. The artist slide his hand out of Neji's and gripped the course bed sheets…like the time his mother died.
"BRAT! MY WIFE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!" Gaara's dad slandered, obviously drunk. He swung a empty beer bottle towards the young child that barley hit him.It crashed and above the headboard but the shards hit Gaara's trembling body. "I hate you so much. My only true love AND YOU TOOK HER!" The older man crashed on his knees as the younger child cried in bed gripping the dirty sheets.
"Otosan, I didn't mean too. I r-really didn't. Don't hit me…Please." He begged.
"Please? Is that all you got?" The man said ignoring the protests coming from the other side of the door which were Gaara's siblings.
"Gaara…I'm in the Yakuza. (5)"
Gaara stiffened at the sound of that word. The Japanese Mafia was the same ones who turned his father into the person he was when Gaara was young.
"I can't be with you; you would get hurt just like you are now…" His body sank into a deep depression when he felt more tears on his bed sheets from Neji. "I want to hold you so much."
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
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Reviews…
(1) Gaara has high-waters….
(2) COURSE GAARA ISNT UGLY, he just think he is
(3) Neji has a head injury
(4) yea, gaara's tattoo? he has it! sorry i haven't been mentioning it
(5) japanese mafia is called Yakuza
More on the Yakuza in the next chapter, history about Tenten, Sasuke and Naruto come in and Gaara plays hard to get.
I will do some fan art for Tooru so you can get an image of the cutie.
--RLH