A/N: Yep, here's chapter four. Much longer for your pleasure, I got a nice boost of inspiration and typed it all up last night. Things are gonna get a little more interesting. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and there may be a few specialty chapters later on B).

I do not own Naruto.

Yes, Goodbye

Chapter Four

Isolation

"Gaara.."

Another knock echoed through the red head's ears, his eyes staring at the ceiling as he lay silent in his bed. He ignored his sister at the door, not wanting to conversate, or even bring himself to use the energy necessary to sit up. Sighing as he heard another knock, he turned in his bed and stared at the wall, opening his mouth to speak for the first time in a few days, only to mutter a simple word in response.

"No."

"Gaara, you have to eat." Temari urged, tapping the door with her fingernails. She knew he was having a rough time, and although she wasn't fully informed, she did know that Naruto was in the hospital. For what, that was beyond her. Obviously it was something bad if Gaara was acting this way. "You shouldn't starve yourself to death."

"What if I should."

"Gaara." Temari's tone became more serious as she tried to turn the doorknob again, even though she knew it was locked. Sighing, she turned away from the door, speaking one last time. "If I don't see you downstairs at five o'clock for dinner, I'm sending you to the hospital too."

Listening as his sister walked down the hall and away from his door, he sat up, getting off his bed and walking over to his desk. Sitting at it, he put his head down and sighed once more. It'd been a week since Naruto had been brought to the hospital and admitted to the inpatient ward. Although Naruto had no immediate family, they didn't allow Gaara to visit. He tried to tell them that the two had been together for a while, but that only led to even less respect.

Unsure of what to do, Gaara simply stayed in his room, waiting. He could only wonder how Naruto was doing, and wished that he was allowed to at least write to the blonde, but he wasn't even allowed to do that. Apparently communication with the outside world was against the rules, unfortunately for the red head. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with Naruto in the ward, if he was okay, if he wanted to leave, nothing.

Gaara started to wonder why Naruto had done such a thing, what was going through his mind. He really started to think about this, and quite frankly, he found it to be a huge slap in the face. There was no warning signs, nothing leading up to it, at least that he obviously couldn't see. He realized that Naruto really never did share how he was feeling, and Gaara literally knew nothing about his life.

Sitting straight in his seat, he stared at the wall as he thought about his lack of knowledge in the subject of his boyfriend. Sure, he could disclose small things, like his favourite colour or his favourite food, but Gaara didn't know what Naruto's back story was. He knew Naruto lived alone, but that was pretty much it. He frowned, was he really that bad of a boyfriend? He thought those days were over, but apparently he had a long way to go.

How, though, could he not know everything about Naruto? Was it really all because he never asked? Naruto could have told him, it wasn't like Gaara had said he didn't want to know. He had made a huge improvement in himself in the past year, didn't he? Growling, he stood, leaving his room and heading downstairs.

"Five o'one. I'll let that minute slide." Temari said as she set full plates on the table, watching Gaara sit down in one of the seats. The red head wasn't the only one who improved this year, his sister had also made some big changes. She got her bar-tending license and scored a job at Dragon Fire, a place where bands play and people like to hook up. Ever since she got the job, she'd been making dinner every day before heading off to work at seven. A plate of mashed potatoes and pork chops sat in front of Gaara, though he wasn't too hungry, which showed as he picked up his fork and played with the food in an attempt to pretend he was interested. "Please, Gaara. Eat."

"I will." He grumbled, forcing the food in his mouth and down his throat. Having not eaten for almost the entirety of the week, he knew he had to at some point. He glanced up at Temari as he continued to shove the food between his lips, giving a half hearted glare as she smiled his way. He watched as she set another plate on the opposite of Gaara, then sat down beside him and began to eat. "Where's Kankuro?"

"Still in the basement," She said, picking her own fork up and starting to eat. Gaara gave a noisy sigh, shaking his head slowly and staying silent. "Still playing with puppets."

"You'd think that phase would have ended ten years ago." He tsked, looking towards the basement door as it opened loudly, Kankuro coming out and making his way over to the dining room. Gaara kept his eyes on the brunette as he sat down on the other side of the table, pretty much wolfing his food back. Leaning his elbow on the table, Gaara rested his chin on his palm, staring at Kankuro until he finally stopped eating like a slob to make eye contact with his younger brother. They stared at each other for a few minutes, until Gaara finally opened his mouth to spew out something rude. "So what type of sex doll are you making now, Kankuro?"

"What day this week do you stop needing tampons?" Kankuro retorted, matching Gaara's glare with one of his own. Slowly but surely this year, Gaara believed Kankuro had started to hate him and utterly pissed the red head off all the time. Gaara's theory had been that his brother was against his homosexuality, even though Temari had tried to convince him otherwise. The red head kept his death glare strong, never faltering under his brother's eyes.

"When will you get yourself a real girlfriend."

"When will you stop taking it up the ass."

"Why don't you stop talking to mannequins and make some homosapien friends."

"I get enough homo from you."

"Says the one who has tea parties with dolls."

"And the one who dances to Adam Lambert."

"Now you're just lying. I'm surprised your nose hasn't grown yet. Apparently you're a real boy."

"I'm surprised you haven't grown more than three inches in the last two years, you sociopath."

"At least I don't need to make friends out of wood."

"As if you even know what friends are, all you have is a blonde slut."

Growling, Gaara stood harshly from his seat and grabbed his plate, walking to the sink and throwing it in. He turned around and glared at Kankuro, his expression furious. Temari sighed, rubbing her temples as she sat back in her chair, closing her eyes and getting ready for a migraine. Gaara pointed at Kankuro, his voice loud and full of warning. "Go the fuck to hell and choke on your dick, you piece of shit."

"I'm sure I'll see you there, murderer." Kankuro didn't break eye contact with the writhing red head, almost challenging him. Gaara stared wide eye'd at his brother, astonished that he would even say that. He must've given him too much credit to have known better than to say such a vulgar thing.

"I didn't kill her." Gaara barked, moving from the sink and curling his hands into fists. Kankuro was treading on thin ice, the fact that he had brought their argument this far was obviously a death wish.

"Yeah?" The brunette stood up, pointing an accusing finger at Gaara. This immature dispute was just about to become something a little more dangerous and violent, and Temari could see it coming. She put her hands on the table and gave Kankuro an angry look that was meant to say 'back off', though, he seemed to only ignore her. "You know, Tem and I would have a mother still if it weren't for you ripping through her with your evil talons."

"I didn't fucking kill her!" Gaara shouted, his heart pounding and his eyes wide in rage. The day of her death hadn't been so long ago, and it probably would never be a light subject to him. He could feel his arms shaking, his head throbbing, and his teeth grind together. Kankuro was going too far.

"She died from you, you're evil. You're a monster."

"FUCK YOU!" Gaara screamed, hunching a bit, his fists clenched as he backed up a bit. Temari turned around in her seat and frowned at her younger brother, holding onto the back of her chair. Gaara raised a shaky hand, grabbing onto his shirt and putting pressure against his aching heart. "Fuck you.. I visit her grave every year.. that's my fucking birthday.. No happy fucking birthday from anyone because it'll never be happy.. I apologize.. every year.. so just.. go fuck yourself.. you asshole.."

Temari stood from her chair when Gaara turned and ran off, mouth agape and eyes wide. Spinning rapidly, she put her hands at her sides and gave Kankuro a disgusted look. "That was stupid. How could you even say that!"

Shaking his head, Kankuro got up and took his plate to the sink, dropping it on top of Gaara's and walking back to the basement, soon followed by Temari who made her way to the stairway beside the basement door. Getting an angry glance from her, he grumbled, opening the door and slamming it behind him. Temari ran up the stairs and quickly got to Gaara's door, which was undoubtedly locked. Leaning on it, she looked to the floor, closing her eyes.

"Gaara..."

There was no answer on the other side of the door, though Temari had a feeling he was leaning against it as well, most likely sitting. She turned the door knob, and of course, it was locked. She made a mental note to take the locks off his door next time he went to school. "Gaara, please let me in."

"Leave me alone.."

The response was quiet, and Temari could have sworn it was a whimper. She wiggled the door knob and pushed against the door, desperately needing to get in and comfort him. To no avail, she slid down and knelt in front of the door, pressing her ear against it. "It's okay, Gaara.."

She could hear him move against the door, beginning to unlock it, and stood up quickly, surprised as Gaara opened the door. He looked up at her, his face wet, though his expression was blank. She frowned, stepping forward and bringing him into an embrace, rubbing his back with one of her hands and holding his head with the other. She could feel him shaking, holding him tighter with concern. "Gaara.. don't take that seriously, you're not what he said, and it's not your fault.."

"Temari.." He kept his face against her neck, leaving his arms at his side and breathing deeply. He did not need a break down, not now. Not while his boyfriend was in the hospital, even if that would be one of the reasons. He attempted to keep his composure, but he wasn't sure how long that would last at this point. "I am.. I am a monster.. I don't know anything.. Naruto is in the hospital because I'm a bad boyfriend.."

"No, no you're not, Gaara. You're a great boyfriend, you've tried so hard and come so far." She reassured, holding him tight. "Why would you think it's your fault he's in the hospital?"

"Because he hurt himself, and I don't know why.." Gaara clenched his teeth, shaking and trembling. "It's all my fault, I know nothing about him.. I'm a terrible boyfriend.."

"You're a good boyfriend, Gaara." Temari was a bit shocked that Naruto was in the hospital because he hurt himself. From the little she knew about the blonde, he seemed to be the cheery, outgoing, optimistic type. "If he didn't tell you, maybe he didn't want you to know. It's not your fault he hurt himself, it's probably related to something deep and personal."

Gaara pulled away, turning around and walking back into his room. He shook his head and looked back to Temari, a tear falling from his eye, his face emotionless.

"Leave me alone, now.."

A/N: Yeah, Kankuro is being a douche bag, maybe we'll delve into his mind later on. Please review! Next chapter coming as soon as possible.