A/N: Welcome, dark-hearted readers! Jk. Anyways, thank you all so much for reading/reviewing! And by "all" I mean Lun3rClockwork, being the only one that reviewed! I really appreciate it though. But for all you people that read and didn't review, SHAME ON YOU! You are failing your duties as a reader and fellow writer by not giving me your opinion/criticism! I THIRST FOR IT!

Anyway, here's the next chapter, hope you like it.

Sasuke's POV

I thought my day had reached maximum awfulness when my teacher verbally assaulted me. But now, sitting in that detention room, that clearly was not the case.

It's not that detention was so bad. I could sit in a quiet room and let my mind wander. Or take a nap. I tried both. And the room was air conditioned. At first, I would roll up my sleeves a little under the table as to let the cool air reach my wounds. And it felt amazing.

What didn't feel amazing was a pair of eyes staring at me from the back of the room. I turned around when I sensed his presence and saw him sitting in the very last chair of the very last row, watching me. He never once blinked or tried to look away. For a few minutes, our eyes locked, and I felt as though he held me in a mental death-grip. His ice blue eyes easily piercing into my very soul-

I looked away, breathing heavily. I felt as though he had just looked inside of me, as if I was a frog being dissected. I shuddered at the thought. Come on, Sasuke. You're overreacting. He's just a creepy kid giving you a stalker-like stare. That's all. I thought in a failed attempt to comfort myself. For the next half hour I found myself glancing back at him every five minutes, only to find him sitting there in silence, staring at me exactly as he was before.

Okay, maybe detention was that bad. That red-headed kid was getting to me. I started tapping my fingers nervously against my desk and my eyes darted from side to side. Distractions…Distractions…

"Hey! Stop that infernal tapping!" the detention warden, Kakashi sensei, growled at me from his desk. "I'm trying to read" he then hid his face behind his copy of "Make-Out Paradise" so he could read through it for the millionth time.

My feet then started kicking with minds of their own, scraping the soles of my shoes against the floor. My silver-haired sensei groaned and muttered 'stupid kids, can't even let me read two sentences', and left the room to finish his reading. I mentally screamed. No! Don't leave me alone in here with this guy! My gut was telling me this one was dangerous, and my gut had a knack for being right.

I tried my best to ignore him. Don't move. Just look forward and pretend all is well. Maybe he'll leave you alone.

"Are you alright?" Man, the universe just loves screwing around with me, I thought as I jumped back. The red-head had taken up residence in the seat beside me without making a sound and then suddenly asks me that out of the blue! Oh yeah, I was getting major stalker vibes from him now.

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine."

"You don't look fine to me."

"W-Well what do you know?"

"Not much, I'll admit." Wait, what? I was a little taken aback by that, so I just stared at him blankly for a moment. He still hasn't blinked, I noted.

Suddenly, he thrust his hand out and I backed up farther on impulse, thinking he was going to hit me. Instead, I saw his open, outstretched hand just sitting there.

"My name's Gaara." He plainly said as if nothing was wrong. "I'm new."

I slowly scooted forward and took his hand. "I'm Sasuke." I let a smirk crawl across my face "Already in detention on your first day, huh? If you're trying to make some new friends, that's not the way to go." How ironic; I was giving advise on how to make friends. Me, of all people!

"I'm not trying to make any friends by getting detention." He plainly stated as I pulled my hand away from his. "I got detention on purpose because I wanted to talk to you."

My internal stalker alarms were blaring. He got detention because he wanted to talk to me? I just met him. Had he been spying on me all day? Or maybe he heard a rumor about me… Either way, I was in panic mode.

Gaara's POV (From the beginning of the chapter)

Phase one of my plan was a success. When I walked into the detention room, the dark haired boy was already there. I sat down in the back of the room, where I could get a good view of him. For a moment, I saw him playing with his sleeves, but quickly stopped and turned around to stare at me. At first he looked calm, but after a little while he seemed to grow frightened. Eventually, he turned his gaze away from mine, and began tapping his fingers and looking around in what I recognized as a scared manner. Not a good sign. But why was he frightened? He held his own quite well against Asuma sensei, but he was put at unease by my presence? I was going to have to fix that.

Eventually, the silver-haired sensei left the room, and I immediately walked up to Sasuke. He still looked tense and his eyes were fixated straight ahead of him, looking intently at nothing. I sat down in the seat next to him and sat in silence for a few moments. He did not once move.

I decided I should break the silence. "Are you alright?" I asked him. Immediately, he jumped back as if he had just heard a bomb go off. He stared at me with wide eyes for a while, but regained some composure.

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine." He muttered, obviously still uncomfortable.

"You don't look fine to me." That was the truth. He had beads of sweat forming on his brow and his legs were shaking.

"W-Well what do you know?" He suddenly shot me a glare. He was definitely a weird one.

"Not much, I'll admit." His glare melted, but was replaced with a look of confusion. I internally smacked myself. Argh, you're freaking him out!

After a few minutes of weird looks and awkward silence, stuck my hand out for a handshake and said, "My name's Gaara. I'm new." Instead of him gripping my hand like I had hoped, he shot back even farther, putting his arms up to protect himself. I felt a sharp pain in the left side of my chest. Was I really that repulsive?

He quickly realized I was not going to beat him and shook my hand. "I'm Sasuke." He said and suddenly a smirk appeared on his face. "Already in detention on your first day, huh? If you're trying to make some new friends, that's not the way to go."

"I'm not trying to make any friends by getting detention." I confessed as he slipped his hand out of mine. "I got detention on purpose because I wanted to talk to you."

The expressions of shock and fear once again came upon his face. This time, he grew paler. I didn't understand if he was scared of talking to me any longer or if he was worried that I would make this a regular thing. I was unsure of how to calm him, so I continued explaining myself.

"Y-You see" I was beginning to fumble over my words just as he had at first. That only encouraged me to keep going. "I'm i-interested… by you. You seem to be very… similar to me."

His look of fear was replaced by one of confusion, so I elaborated. "It appears that we are both rejected by those around us… I saw Asuma sensei yell at you and I saw two boys and a dog pick on you at lunch." I paused to take a breath. "The blonde boy that took your lunch took my pencils." I stopped, thinking I had said enough and looked at the raven haired boy for a response.

"S-Stalker" he muttered as he turned to stare at his desk, refusing to speak for the rest of the time we were in detention. I was shocked now and a lumped built up in my throat as the pain in my chest grew. We sat side by side, never looking at each other.

Maybe I was wrong…Maybe I can't trust this boy. But if not him, then not anyone…

Third person POV

That night, both boys skipped dinner and went straight for their implements of self-destruction. They both bled out for hours before applying new bandages and heading to bed.

Sasuke tossed and turned all night, dreaming about the boy he had met at school that day, thinking about how much more he scared him than the rest.

Gaara sobbed in his sleep, staining his pillow with tears and blood, as he dreamt about how he failed his one chance at friendship, and how he was destined to be alone.

A/N: So, how was that? It took me HOURS to write this. HOURS of NON-STOP TYPING! I'm so tired… but I'm still plenty awake enough to read all of the reviews you're gonna submit! That's your cue to click that link and review!