Chapter four. Word count is 2,217. I enjoy the last part, and I've been repeating it to myself for a while now. -sighs- I suppose most who read won't reveiw. And those people suck. Love ya! I'm super proud of this, because it's just sooo good! I hope you like it.
Dead Boy's Poem
Chapter Four: Seen Through The Eyes
Gaara woke up drowning in a cold sweat, the words of his dream echoing through his head. He had been sleeping and dreaming. Gaara couldn't remember the last time he had been blessed with such a wonderful thing.
But it hadn't been a good dream. It was horrid and dismal. He couldn't believe that he knew what his mom sounded like. Maybe his mind had subconsciously recorded it when he was a baby, but it was very illogical that it would haunt him so late in life. And what -who- was this 'Golden God' his mother had been talking about? That didn't make any sense, because he only knew one blonde person, and that was Naruto, and Naruto didn't like guys.
Gaara sat there holding himself trying to force out the memory. This was why he didn't sleep; he couldn't sleep. He looked up to the roof for some answers. Gaara remembered from the day he left that the drawer had been filled with notebooks, and one of them had looked quite like the notebook he had seen in his dream.
And that meant he needed to go back…
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Naruto woke up to the sound of knocking at his bedroom door. Well, there were only two people who had a key, and he didn't think it was who he thought it was, so it must've been Gaara.
Why would Gaara be knocking at his bedroom door?
He sighed and told whoever it was to come in. At the command, Gaara walked in slowly and laid his body next to the blonde's. Naruto looked at Gaara strangely and poked his head.
"What are you doing?"
"Mine…" Gaara whispered and then closed his eyes, not answering any of Naruto's questions but pretending to go to sleep. Naruto sighed and closed his eyes too, wrapping his arms around Gaara's petite body. Eventually he drifted back off into sleep. Gaara noticed this and sat up, looking at Naruto's overly relaxed face.
"Mine… My Golden God…" he said as he twirled locks of Naruto's hair in his hand. Naruto breathed quietly in his sleep, making a nearly silent purring noise. Gaara sat there watching him, observing how humans slept. He grinned a twisted, wicked smile, looking over what he presumed a god was.
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The morning came, and Gaara rocked Naruto's body lightly. He began to stir at this, and then moaned. Gaara kept pushing him, trying to get Naruto to make the noise again. "Mn… What?"
"Wake up. You fell asleep. Sleeping makes you dream. Dreams are bad. You have to wake up now." Naruto looked up at the face over his and shut his eyes.
"Why are you sitting on top of me, Gaara?"
"Are you not used to it? We've been doing this for a month now…"
"Well, it still creeps me out."
Gaara sighed and rolled off Naruto's body, "Very well."
The two had been living together for over a month, and Gaara had kept to his schedule of coming over to Naruto's room at 2 in the morning to watch Naruto sleep. Gaara had also started to go to high school. He had been homeschooled most of his life, and wasn't used to the human contact. Naruto picked him up every day after he was done with his university courses. On the weekends they would go out and play video games, eat, go to the cinema, and/or shop.
According to Naruto, shopping was gay, but worth it because he got new clothes.
Gaara had also discovered Naruto's admiration for an old man who's name was Jiraiya. The man wrote pornography for a living, and also helped to fund Naruto in college. Once he had found out about Gaara, he had laughed and called Naruto a fag, which Naruto had then screamed and punched him in the arm. Gaara still needed to look up that word…
They both had looked in countless newspapers to get Gaara a part-time job, but couldn't find one. So, when Naruto was at work, Gaara would read books, and wonder about his dreams that had caused him to constantly visit Naruto in the middle of the night.
"Naruto…"
"What Gaara?" Naruto asked as he got out some eggs for his breakfast. Gaara didn't eat breakfast, so that lessened Naruto's workload.
"I need to go back home."
"What? You are home, silly!"
"No. I mean the place I lived before I found you."
"You lived somewhere before we met?"
"Yes. I was practically royalty. Though no one liked me, and I wasn't allowed outside. I need to get something from a draw in my room."
"That's strange… When do you want to go?"
"Today."
They sat in an almost awkward silence. Almost. Naruto was used to Gaara's spur-of-the-moment personality, and Gaara was used to Naruto's happy-go-lucky personality. The two kind of complimented eachother. Kind of.
Later on, Naruto finished his breakfast and washed his plate off. He had gotten a few pounds lighter, to his delight and Gaara's dismay. Gaara still didn't understand the point of not eating to get skinnier if you weren't already fat. Naruto had noticed that Gaara knew a lot of things, but hadn't ever gotten a chance to put the knowledge to use.
Gaara watched as Naruto put the dish in the drying rack, then walked into his room to go get changed. He had already done so; therefore there was no need for him to leave the kitchen just yet.
Moments later, Naruto emerged from the door leading to the living room, holding a small backpack and gum.
"What's in the bag?" Gaara asked and took the piece of gum that Naruto had silently offered.
"Stuff." Naruto answered, shoving a piece of the chewing rubber into his mouth. (A/N: If you didn't know, gum is rubber, and I constantly refer to it as such.) He then shrugged and started to walk to the door and Gaara followed him like a puppy.
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"Train rides are so boring, Gaara! I don't understand how you could've stand coming to Konaha in the first place as late as you did."
"I was studying human traits. You know, how people act when they're in mutual agreement of love-like feelings?"
"That's a lot of words for absolutely nothing." Naruto nodded in self agreement and looked out the window. Gaara looked out the window too, leaning over Naruto. He soon got bored, and rested his head on Naruto's shoulder. Naruto sighed and let Gaara rest his head there. The two people in front of them just kind of stared, earning a death glare from Gaara, which soon made them turn their heads away and look at the passing scenery.
The train stopped and started, passing through various towns and even a small city or two. Gaara had decided upon closing his eyes and resting, making a soft purring noise that, if you didn't know it, would seem like sleeping. Of course, Naruto knew that he was very much conscious and awake, just waiting for someone to comment. He had grown quite defensive about how people talked about him, much like how Naruto reacted to being called gay.
Naruto, though, had fallen quietly into a restless slumber. It might've been because so many people were staring at him, or maybe because the temperature had gone up considerably since they had left earlier this morning.
Anyway, the neverending landscape that had become dusty grasslands grew less and less interesting to the two seated in front of them, and they dared to glance over to Gaara. He opened his eyes when he felt a new set of eyes fall onto his face. He began to glare, and the two withstood it for a while. Chilling reality began to set in when Gaara's glare didn't lessen and he began to lift his head. They quickly got up and moved to the other side of the train. Gaara smiled and snuggled into Naruto's shoulder more.
OooO (A month earlier, the morning after Gaara had left.)
"Where is he?"
"Daddy, who are you talking about?"
"You're little brother! Where is he?"
"Isn't he in his room?"
"No."
Kankuro and Temari looked at eachother and then back up to their dad who was tearing the place apart looking for Gaara.
They knew he had been a strange little boy, even though their father had never let them get to know him. What was he now, 16?
"Has he run away?" Temari asked her father as he ran about the house trying to find his last son.
"No! He's right next to you! What do you think? Dammit. Where is he!?"
The following week was spent as such. All three of them looked for Gaara in vain. Their father had given up all hope after the one week, and seemed to forget about Gaara. His last words on the subject were "It doesn't matter. He wasn't my son anyway." The days passed like normal, just without the glaring red-head coming downstairs to eat the usual two meals a day.
OooO (Present time.)
Temari yawned and handed Kankuro a piece of toast. He thanked her and started to munch on the dry bread.
"I'll never understand you and your hatred of jam." Temari sighed and went to make herself some bacon. "I'll also never understand why you wear that freaky purple makeup-"
"Paint."
"Because you look so nice with it off." She continued, ignoring her brother's comment. Their dad had left for work an hour or two ago, and both of them didn't have their classes until later in the evening. The doorbell rang and Temari went to answer it. She seemed to do everything in this house.
"Hello?" Temari asked, poking her head out of the door. She gasped and stepped backwards, letting the redhead walk in past her. "G-gaara?" He continued to walk and went up the stairs, oblivious to his sibling's astonishment. A minute later he was back downstairs with a dozen notebooks in his hands. Gaara looked over his sister's face and glared at her.
"Goodbye."
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"Dreams are the thoughts that slip from consciousness. My view on them is incomplete. I believe, though, that minutes take the shape of hours, hours the days, days the weeks, weeks the months, months years, years the eternity. Morphed is what it is. And so, thoughts just leak into the unconscious part of your mind, filling them with coloured imaginings that one could never see in reality. They take the shape of your most desired wants. Things you could never have.
'Angels, they fell first, but I'm still here. A-lone, as they are drawing near. In Heaven, my masterpiece will finally be snug.'
My masterpiece. What a strange thought. It would be so much easier to not want it, to not dream of having it again.
Gone are my hopes, my dreams, myfaith.
Stripped down to the barest bone.
Covered with chilling snow.
Why, God, why me?
What have I done?
Where have I gone?
Did I do anything wrong?
Oblivion is what I have.
Through the days of dreams long passed.
Set down at the edge of time.
What I have is only mine.
Nothing to give.
Everything to lose.
Taken away ever so soon.
Nothing is what I get.
Everything is what I left.
Taken away my soul.
Much is forgotten.
The end of time.
Skin is rotting.
There is no more time.
Sanity, my greatest desire.
Forgiveness, my only dream.
Love, a passing thought.
Hatred, a revenge still sought.
Demon-child, seek not what you desire, not what you hope.
Seek out your heart, the thing buried within the snow.
My Golden God, he awaits you.
At the mourning gate.
The snow, the snow.
The blood-red snow.
I see it in my dreams.
It covers you, falling down.
What-ever could it mean?
It rains and snows.
Rains and snows.
Blood coming down.
Blood everywhere.
Your light not found.
Light fades into the distance. I see it going now. My room sits away from the beautiful sunset, the highest room, windows covering all. A glass tower, my home. Every morning I awake to the sunrise, and every evening I watch the sun sink below the clouds. The wonders that God has created for me, and just me, lets my soul rest at peace. My fears, though, he gave them to me also. I am always tortured with the thought of the glass breaking. It reminds me of my heart, my heart I've never been able to piece back together.
'Humpty-Dumpty sat upon a wall,
Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses,
And all the king's men,
Couldn't piece him together again.'
One must begin to think, with a rhyme as morbid as such, how it must corrupt the children and their minds. Tiny, little minds, but they are still capable of fragmented thoughts.
'Mummy, I wish to eat.'
'Mummy, I wish to breathe.'
'Mummy, please love me.'
'Mummy, don't leave.'
'Mummy, I need you're here.'
'Mummy, where has Daddy gone?'
'Mummy, why am I all alone?'
'Mummy, where did you go?'
It has become dark now, and I feel sleep covering me, draping me with its welcome warmth. Dream-Land, oh, my dreaded Dream-Land.Me-Land, For-Me-Land.Sleep-Land, Dream-Land, Me-Land.