I flick my head lightly to remove the hair from my eyes; failing (again) he drags it behind my ear with his forefinger.

"What about Temari?" I ask after a few minutes.

"Hmm," he ponders thoughtfully, "My mother died giving birth to me… That got her down, she was only little then. Then my father left us when she was 15, that pushed her off the edge and one night she had marks all up her arms," he says softly, bring a hand subconsciously to his wrists. "I only saw them for a moment, 'coz she put on a jacket… but I saw that, so many times over the two years after he left…" he pauses longer than usual this time, "Then one night in March, she went out… She never came back,"

Silence follows. Nothing else.

Following several minutes a sharp pain hits me on the side of my thigh, I look up scowling at the blonde wannabe slut who looked half scared before turning and walking away. I groan and look around at everyone walking back into the school block. Gaara steps up before pulling me to my feet, and we walk slowly into the building together. He has one headphone hanging out of his ear in mimic of me.

"Math," I sigh pointing a thumb over my shoulder in indication of where I had to go now. He pointed in the other direction.

"Geography," we stand still for a second, awkward silence enveloping us. Our eyes meet for a moment before we both dart our eyes to the ground.

"I should-" he starts, but I press my lips on his in a small butterfly kiss, before turning quickly and walking off to hide the blush rising on my cheeks. I look over my shoulder briefly to see him stand still for a moment before turning, hands in his pockets and walking away. I turn around just in time to stop myself from bumping into my teacher Asuma. I follow the rest of the class as they enter cautiously into the classroom.

Just after I bother pulling my books out Asuma tells me to pack them up, what the fuck? I pace up to him with my bag swung over my shoulder.

"What?"

"The counsellor wishes to consult you,"

"Are you serious?" I ask incredulously. He looks at me sternly before I turn a storm out of the room.

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"Are you serious?" Gaara asks a grin cracking onto his face.

"Yes, she went on about all this choose life crap," I growl, his grin dims slightly.

"S'okay, everyone has to go through it,"

"You mean you did too? Right?"

"Mmmm," He mumbles, the smile vanishing, "I'm sick of this shit," he murmurs leaning his head back against the tree we had sat under again. What am I meant to say to that? What do you say when anyone says anything like that… This is just like the time before, I didn't say anything then either. That was the last time I saw Sasuke Uchiha alive. A tear slips down my cheek and drips off my chin, a few follow its descent before I wipe them away. Gaara rocks his head back down to look at me.

"What's wrong?"

"You remind me of him, so much," I mutter, he bites his lip and doesn't reply.

"Did he hurt you?" he asks, I can only just hear him over the music.

"Not physically,"

"I wasn't referring to physical pain,"

I pause before nodding slowly. He looks away and up at the school blocks.

"I'm sorry," he mutters.

"Why did you… stop me the other day," I ask finally, trying to choose my words correctly.

"Because, I wanted to give you a second chance,"

"To do it again?" I interrupt.

"…I guess. I didn't want you to die before finding out that there were still people who wanted you alive, you know?" he says thoughtfully.

"I suppose," I look at my converse and tap the toes together. He starts flicking through his art book, then darts his eyes towards me.

"Do you have any paper?" he asks, I nod and hand him a blank piece of paper. He starts sketching immediately.

"Do you have a mobile?"

"Mmm," he nods.

"Can I have your number?"

"Yer," I wait for him to tell me it. He doesn't, "It's in my pocket, I don't know my number."

I cock my eyebrow at him before reaching into his pocket and opening the flip phone. A small smile appears on my lips.

"I look like shit on life support," I sigh before going into the contact list, he smirks.

"I thought you'd like that," he mumbles adding a little colour onto his picture. He drops his pencils before putting the drawing in his bag.

"Hey, I want to see,"

"Uh, no,"

"Let me see," I moan, I lean over him to get into his bag. He puts a hand just above my chest and pushes me back a bit. I take hold of his wrist to get him off and he winces, I glance at his arm where the slipknot armband had fallen down his arm a fragment. I abandon my attempts to see the drawing as I drag the armband down to reveal what he was covering. My finger trails its way over scars overlapping scars, causing him to flinch and try to withdraw his arm. I look up at him in the eyes, before pulling the armband back down over his wrist.

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