A/N: Yeah! I am finally posting another chapter! And a reviewer told me that Temari is actually the older one. Sorry about that guys. Gotta get my fact straight more often huh? Well anyway here's chapter three. I mean four. Gosh my head is scrambled.

Gaara tossed to his side in his futile attempt to find comfort, only to be rejected by his semi-soft mattress. He sighed and gave on sleep. Another night with out slumber. Turning to his back, he stared up at the ceiling, picking out its intentional and non intentional flaws. as if hoping in doing so will bring about sleep.

He shook his head; defeated, "What's the use?"

He always had trouble sleeping. It was like his curse. He had never told his siblings how bad it was, though. Sitting up he leaned against the wall with the window behind him and looked over his shoulder to view outside. The window was open and his door was closed. He liked the warm summer air better than the cold air that ran throughout the building. He stared up at the stars and the glowing moon, thinking deeply.

He started to fall into a trance-like state. A feeling came across him. It wasn't sleep, unfortunately. Just an overwhelming sense of calm, causing all his muscles to relax. Soon his mind started to fall into that trance as well. Becoming cloudy; his alertness began to whither away slowly. Soothingly. His eyes drifted shut and his mind recalled those good times back at home. They were few in numbers but filled Gaara with warmth, hope, and the feeling of being home. Lost in the past, he drifted out of the present.

He was reluctantly ripped away from his trance state by a rock hitting his head. Being awakened from the trance so violently caused him to jump into consciousness. His body felt weak and he sprawled onto the floor, making a loud crashing noise. He sat up swiftly, wondering if he woke anyone up. He heard Kankuro sift in the other room but nothing from Temari. Odd, he thought, she's a light sleeper.

He heard someone yelled out up he looked to the window and peered out searching for the one who threw the rock. He had thought it was a harsh joke some one wanted to pull and expected the culprit to be gone already. Looking out he only saw one person on the streets, and that one person seemed to be the culprit, which was not surprisingly a kid. It was hard to make out the kids features with the lack of lighting. He became uninterested with the kid and proceeded to shut the window, now extremely annoyed. He grabbed the window and began to close it.

The kid waved his arms frantically, "Hey wait! Don't be angry! Did it hit you that hard?! Please don't go! I haven't apologized for earlier! Oh come on, please wait!"

Gaara looked at the boy and realized it was that one who ran him over earlier that day. He glared at the boy and gave a heavy, annoyed sigh. "Apologize?"

The boy put his arms down and put his hands in his pockets, trying to look as sincere as possible. "Yeah. I figured I owe you one. How about it, red?"

Gaara glared an evil one at the bug-eyed boy. He fumed inside when ever he heard people call him Red. "My name is not Red and I don't appreciate you calling me that. How did you know where I lived anyway?"

The boy blinked for a moment and laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't really. Just got lucky I threw it into your room. Now I've got to apologize for running you over and hitting you with my rock, huh?" He continued to laugh nervously, as if trying to make it into a joke.

Gaara wasn't laughing. He really didn't believe the kid either, but then again he didn't know the kid too well. He growled lightly in annoyance, though he doubted the kid could hear it. "OK then, apologize if you want." He grabbed the window again and started to close it.

The boy leaped forward and waved his hands. " Wait!! How am I supposed to apologize with the window shut! You wouldn't hear me." Gaara stopped trying to close the window and waited for the boy to continue. He put his arms down and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Well, you see. It's much more polite to say it in front of you and not yell it out to you. After all, it's almost midnight and people are sleeping. People who are sleeping need sleep, you know." the boy said matter-of-factly, hinting Gaara to either let him in or come down himself.

Gaara looked over his shoulder towards his door. Kankuro and Temari were sleeping. The boy had a point in what he said. The red head would hate to wake Kankuro or Temari up. Kankuro would be seething with anger and Temari would be pacing the kitchen for the rest of the night. Again, Gaara sighed heavily and gave the boy a one minute sign, signifying he was coming down. Shutting the window he turned and got dressed, being he was in his night clothes.

Sneaking out of the apartment, he walked down the building halls with out being bothered and his body adjusted to the cool temperature of the building. Walking by a mirror he glanced at it and stopped, trying to tame that wild short red hair of his. Failing in that he stared at himself. The make up he used to cover his sleepy eyes was coming off slightly, He sighed and shook his head. What are you doing? he thought. He turned from the mirror and walked out of that cool, well air conditioned building.

Not to his surprise, the boy wasn't there. Or so he thought at first. He heard a cough behind him and he turned around. The boy was sitting on a bench that sat right by the door way. Gaara crossed his arms and waited a moment. The boy didn't say anything. He sighed heavily, once again annoyed. "Well? Aren't you going to apologize?"

The boy had a shocked look on his face and laughed again. "Oh yeah, that's right. I almost forgot about that." Annoyance shown plainly on Gaara's face, but the boy continued as if not noticing. "Well. Okay. I'll first start off with apologizing for running you over. I'm sorry I ran you over. I haven't rode on roller skates in ages, so yeah." The boy laughed again. "And sorry for throwing a rock at your head too. You don't have a bump do you? I hope not. That would smart. Oh and sorry for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Rock Lee. My dad works at the school as a gym and health teacher during school and then works in recreations in the summer and after school hours. Hey maybe we'll be going to the same school! Would that be cool?"

Gaara had enough of this. He wanted to go back inside and try to get some sleep or play a video game. He walked back to the door and pulled on the handle. It didn't budge. His eyes widened and he prayed that it was just stuck and not... He pulled again and again. "You've gotta be kidding me!" He yanked again and again and one more time! The door was officially locked from the inside. What his luck. He slammed his fists against the door and kicked it a bit before he was pushed against the wall by Rock Lee.

"Calm down man," Rock Lee began, "If you wanna get back in so badly, I can show you OK. Now get a grip and keep quiet. Or the tenant might--" but it was too late.

The tenant came out and with a gun. The woman started hollering at them and then things went blurry to Gaara. The next thing he knew he was running with Rock Lee pulling him by his wrist. When they both finally stopped running, Gaara looked around, looking at everything around them.

To the left of them; swings, slides, and jungle gyms. To the right; a basketball court, volleyball court, a few tennis courts, a baseball field, and a track encircled it.

Across the street was a gas station and an ice cream shop, and behind it were signs of a public pool being built. Finally looking in front of him, he saw a sign.

He was able to read 'Hidden Leaves Public Activities Center' due to the lighting bellow the sign.

And he was lost in a city he didn't know with a boy he just met.