Well, hi, it's Kit again, and I'm here to give the story that my fans are all excited over. Thank everyone for the positive reviews, I probably wouldn't be putting chapters up as fast if I didn't have them. Well, enough of my talking, you just want to read the story, well enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the show Naruto any of the characters, beside Koga and Hiroshi.


Chapter 3: Demons!

"Well, out with it! What did you father do?" Naruto pushed Gaara a little harder into the scarlet wall of the school.

"He… got pissed, so he meant to just hit lighter than he did, but he doesn't know his own strength at times. You know him…" Gaara's voice stayed soft and quiet.

"Ugh, Gaara, you shouldn't put up with that! He doesn't even care for you, that self-centered," Naruto held himself back from calling Gaara's father a bastard.

Gaara didn't want to believe that his father didn't actually care for him, he didn't want to believe that his father hated him for the simple fact that his mother died when giving birth to him.

Ugh, all the things I'm telling him I should be doing myself! Naruto hated the irony of the saying "easier said than done" because for the simple fact that it was true. Though, if everything was easy, there would be no lessons to learn.

"Hey, Gaara, we need to have a sleep over, my house, this weekend." Gaara's face lightened up a bit. Naruto smiled, he was happy when Gaara showed his emotions, the true ones, everything needs to be let out of it's cage at some point. "Now, there's a smile." Naruto put on his famous smile as he ruffled up Gaara's red hair. The bell rang, so Naruto and Gaara made their way to their first class, Language.

Half-way through the lesson the loudspeaker called for Naruto to come down to Tsunade's-the principal- office. The others and Kiba all "ooo"ed as Naruto packed up his belongings and left the room. Gaara looked up with a concerned look on his face, worrying for Naruto.

"Yes, Granny?" Naruto asked half rudely as he sat down in front of her desk.

"Hi, Brat. Let's just cut to the chase, there is someone I want you to meet." She nodded toward the door and it closed revealing a man with long white hair, about the age of Tsunade, and wore a weird old fashion type kimono.

"Hey, Naruto, my name's Jyraiya, and I will be helping you." The old man said.

"Hmm, okay." Naruto cocked one eyebrow in response. Jyraiya nodded to Tsunade and she left the room.

"Well, Naruto, word on the street is that you are intimidated by your adopted father?" Jyraiya questioned, thoughtfully. Naruto remained silent. "Umm, ok, well then, ugh, let's take a walk, you can talk about what ever you are comfortable in, ok?"

"You mean, we're leaving school grounds?"

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A half hour later Naruto was happily eating an ice-cream cone, licking off all of the sprinkles first. Jyraiya was the first to start a conversation.

"So, Naruto, how did you get those whiskers?" Jyraiya looked down at the blonde, who had stopped eating his ice-cream cone for a second to think about the question.

"Umm, a demon," Naruto answered the white haired man.

"Is that so? What kind of demon is this?" The man inquired.

"Vicious, powerful, relentless, a kitsune…" Naruto stopped himself before going any farther.

"Ahh, is that so? Are you the only one with this demon?" Naruto chocked his head back in thought for a moment.

"With this one, but no, one of my friends, he also has a demon. His father is so heartless, he hates Gaara because his mother died when giving Gaara birth… It's not fair, it wasn't Gaara's fault." Naruto didn't notice that his hidden words were breaking away from being hidden.

"Really? How so?" Jyraiya paid close attention now.

"Well, he hits Gaara, he doesn't stop. He doesn't see what he has. A smart child, a friendly, fragile boy, not at all as the students in our school think. Gaara is far from emotionless, that's just his mask from his father's deep wounds. He was always afraid of losing anyone close because of how his father treats him. I changed that outlook he had…"

"How did you manage to do that?" Jyraiya leaned in to listen more intently.

"Well, one day I saw that Gaara had cut his wrist, so to show him that he wasn't alone, I cut mine. The pain was intense, though it was gone the next day, and nowhere near as painful as the wounds Yubi-Sama puts on me." Naruto continued, forcibly forgot the "K" on purpose. Jyraiya was interested in how Naruto can refer to someone who cause him so much pain by the word of "Sama".

"Yubi-Sama?" Jyraiya was happy that he was learning more about this blonde, it seems like Naruto could save himself, and even Gaara, if it works out all according to plan.

Naruto froze. "Oh My God! What did I do!?" With that Naruto dropped his ice-cream cone and ran off, not caring where, he just needed to go away. Gaara would never trust him again. He had to get to Gaara, he had to warn him of what just happened. Naruto ran straight to Gaara's house, with no stopping.

Naruto panted as he rested his hands on his knees. Here I am, outside Gaara's house, he's not here yet. It's only 1:00 P.M. meaning there is a good hour and 20 minutes until school gets out. Naruto looked up from his watch to see that the front door was ajar. Huh? That's weird Shukaku-Sama would never leave the door open like that. I wonder what's up. With that thought in Naruto's one track mind, Naruto made his way up the stairs onto the porch of the Sabaku household.

Naruto pushed the door open and winced as he heard it squeak. He looked around, it was dark there was not a light on to be found, Naruto closed the door and made his way to the kitchen. "Hmm, he must've been in a hurry for work this morning, aw oh well. I'm sure Shukaku-Sama won't mind me making myself at home until Gaara gets here." Naruto stated aloud to himself. Naruto made himself a cup of ramen and plopped down on the living room's pitch black couch. "Man, I missed this place!"

The black lavender couch matches most of the family, considering it hold a punk teenage girl, an emo 13 year old boy, and an almost goth father. Naruto propped his feet up on the wooden coffee table.

I wonder where Naruto is. He never usually misses the after school bus. Maybe he went home early? Gaara stared out the bus's window as the first stop of the afternoon was coming into sight, his street.

"Come on, Gaara, we're home." Temari called. With the eldest leaving the bus the Sabaku boys got off.

Gaara slugged his way up the stairs to his room while carrying his oversized tan backpack. He ran his pale hand over his crimson hair as he started to think about how Naruto's day must have been. "Hey, Gaara, we need to have a sleep over, my house, this weekend." Naruto's face beamed down at me with such a caring look, but I know he doesn't feel the way I do… Gaara let out a disappointed sigh as he continued to trough up the stairs. This was about as much emotion that he'd let out even in his own home.

Once Gaara made it up the stairs he took a left went three doors down the hallway and opened the door that said "Here Sleeps The Demon, Leave Alone", his room. After 13 years of his father calling him a demon, Gaara seemed to have adopted it as a nickname. As he creaked open the scarlet wooden door, he heard something come from behind its walls.

Gaara slowly inched him self in and held his book bag over his head since the door was unlocked when he got there, he expected that someone broke in. Gaara saw a figure wrapped up in his covers, on his bed. Carefully the red head crept silently toward the person in his bed. Just as he was going to slam his rather heavy backpack down, the figure turn over on its back and it turned out to be Naruto, sleeping peacefully. Gaara almost felt guilty that he was about to wake up the sleeping blonde in such a peaceful rest, but questions had to be asked.

Naruto awoken by a gentle shake on the shoulder, cautious to any sudden contact with his body. Naruto learned to always be on his toes when sleeping, Kyubi had taught him that painful lesson. Naruto sleepy eyes changed from the dull red-purple they were when he just had woken until the energy jumped back into them, changing them back to their bright sapphire selves.

"Oh, hey, Gaara, what are you doing here?" Naruto asked as he stretched out with a loud yawn.

"Um, it's called I live here, this is my house remember?" Gaara reminded with a forced attitude.

"Oh, yeah, that's right, your front door was open." Naruto replied as he acted as though it was nothing. Naruto hopped out of the black and red bed as he went to look for his shoes.

"So you thought it would be ok to just walk in as if you own the place?" Gaara lectured. He probably trying to get back for that brownie business yesterday. "Wait, what do you mean the door was open?" Gaara question just as he noticed those words.

Naruto explained what happened with that Jyraiya person, and how he ran here to warn Gaara. Then how when he got here the front door was open and how he got in. When Naruto tells everything, he tells everything to Gaara or Hinata.

"And then I opened my eyes everything was red then I looked up and there you were!" Naruto smiled at his over exaggerated version of the story.

"Ok, ok, I get it, but was it necessary for you to tell me about your dream about you and Sasuke almost kissed?" Gaara did his best to hide the jealousy that was filling his head.

"Yesss, it was a good dream!" Naruto smiled being clueless this time. Give him a break, he just woke up.

Gaara just sighed and ruffled up Naruto's lemon blonde hair. "You really are hopeless, sometimes, Naruto-kun." Gaara couldn't help but let a smirk up as Naruto's giant smiled returned to his face. "Good thing it's Friday."

"Oh yeah, you have to sleep over my house, call your dad, ask!" Naruto yelled. Naruto bolted for one of the four house phones as Gaara took out his cell phone. Naruto was not allowed to have a cell phone.

Gaara's cell phone rang for what felt like an eternity, with no answer. "Hmm, that's odd, my father always answers his cell-phone."

"Well, maybe he's busy, you know he has to work a lot for you to afford to live in the Suna part of town, and to afford this mansion? Do you think this money grows on trees?" Naruto babbled on,

"Hmm, maybe it does," Gaara commented in his usual emotionless voice, but with a hint of sarcasm.

"GAARA! Get down here!" Temari's voice boomed throughout the hallways.

Naruto and Gaara both took there leave of the room as the raced down the spiraling stairs.

"Hello, I'm guessing you are all the Sabaku kids?" A man in a Japanese police uniform asked. Temari nodded for all of them, including Naruto, who was close enough to be family.

"Ok, I understand that your father was the head of the police force, but it seems like he has been having illegal meetings with the mass murder, Orochimaru. Well, today, things got a little out of hand…" He looked around to see all of the shocked faces, even one on Gaara. "Well, let's just say, it didn't end pretty. Your father is in the hospital… with a 50 chance of living, with a surgery that only as a 45 chance of survival. Even if we go through with the surgery and he heals perfectly, he still will still serve 15 to 20 years in prison."

"What exactly did our dad do?" Kankuro blurted out, interrupting the officer.

"Well, he faces, child-endangerment charges and charges with working with a murderer. Apparently there were six adolescents working under Orochimaru's control." The officer added.

"Now, we need you all to stay with someone tonight because we have to search this house for any evidence. Now, any ideas of where you can stay for the night?"

"I can stay at Sakura's or TenTen's." Temari assured.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Kiba got my back since I saved him in his first fight." Kankuro chimed in, wishing he could say his girlfriend, Ino's house instead.

"His first what?"

"Nothing, sir."

"I believe I can stay at Naruto's," Gaara told, saving Kankuro from getting arrested himself.

Gaara packed up all some of his clothes, toothbrush, and an extra hoody. Naruto hung up the phone he was talking on. Gaara gave him a questioning look.

"Yup, it's all a go." Naruto confirmed.

The two grabbed a bus from the mansion to the apartment buildings, where Naruto lived. The two rode in silence, Naruto tried to think of something to break the silence, to cheer up his depressed friend. Naruto sighed in defeat as he moved over next to Gaara and placed his right arm around the redhead's shoulders. Gaara jumped a little from the unexpected action, but soon eased into the warm feeling of Naruto's strong arm.

"Gaara, a little word of advice," Gaara looked up to Naruto who didn't turn to him, "don't look into Kyubi-Sama's eyes, and as I told you all of the other times you slept over: if anything strange seems to be going up with Kyubi-Sama… run." Naruto's voice was unusually calm, serious, and quite as he spoke. Naruto normally wouldn't have worried about Kyubi going abusive with friends over, but lately the beatings have been growing more frequent, more brutal.

Gaara nodded in response as the bus edged closer to the apartment buildings, Naruto's own personal hell.

Next time: Gaara sleeps over Naruto's house, emotions take over, and another date with Kyubi went wrong. Next time: Bloody Kiss.


Well, I said I was working on the 3rd chapter, tell me what you think. Thank you for reading this far. NOTE TO THOSE WHO WANT THE SASUNARU: This is a highschool fic so the the main couple comes later.