AN: Gaara's finally changing, and at the end Temari meets someone who's different to other guys, guess who?

Most of this was written whilst I was sitting outside, and one of my chickens tried to eat my toes .

This is the first chapter i've written during the day, most are written at about 2 in the morning, hence the crappy spelling and gramma, not that I expect this one to be any better but I tried yeah.

I was keeping this chapter hostage, even though I said I wasn't going to, but I was feeling bipolar. Anyway after my first review I got all giddy and decided I'll post this chapter just for my anonymous reviewer yeah xD

Disclaimer: I don't own it, if you want to sue, you can have my mum for payment.

Sasuke smirked at Gaara and pushed him against the wall. Gaara didn't retaliate and his eyes gazed upwards to look at Sasuke, the smaller of the two smiled gently and gasped when Sasukes lips met his own, Sasukes tongue quickly snaking out and running it along the smaller boys lips who gave Sasukes tongue entrance into his mouth. Sasuke explored every inch of Gaaras mouth making him moan. Sasuke pulled back and smiled deviously at him.

"How much do you want me Gaara?" Sasuke questioned.

Gaara shot up and looked around, realizing he was still in his room, in his bed, not against a wall with Sasuke kissing him. Gaaras mind was in turmoil trying to figure out why he was dreaming about Sasuke and Sasukes tongue. Gaara couldn't like him.. Gaara didn't like anyone..

The small red-head has been going to Konaha High for a month now, it's been a month since he met Sasuke.. and now he was dreaming about him. Gaara sighed, there was no point in trying to go back to sleep again, he had an hour before the alarm went off anyway. Gaara was pretty shocked that he actually slept that night, it was only for a few hours but more than normal, even if sleeping lead to dreams that made his pants much tigher than normal. Gaara groaned and went to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Temari snuck in the front door hoping her brothers wern't awake yet, she headed in the direction of the bathroom and nearly jumped through the roof when her youngest brother come out of the bathroom with wet hair clinging to his face and a towel around his waist. Temari frowned at how skinny he was, the visible bones worried her. She also realized there were cut marks down his arms.

"Gaara.." Temari started to tell her youngest brother her worries before she was cut off by him.

"Why are you only just getting back now? And what's the point of trying to sneak in. Do you really think we're so stupid that we wouldn't notice you're not here?" Gaara asked his sister in a monotone voice, he didn't sound like he cared at all and Temari figured that he didn't but why was he asking, he never talked to her so why was he talking now and she didn't realise it was possible for the red head to put together such a large sentence.

"Work.. I.. had to work overtime Gaara" Temari wasn't lying technically, she was doing what she considered working, aslong as it paid the bills and made sure her brothers could go to school and eat.

"Kankuro doesn't know, he's not..smart enough to figure out what you're doing.. but I know Temari, and.." Gaara took a deep breath, he was suprised by himself and if the look on his sisters face was anything to go by so was she " ..and you need to stop Temari.. you can't do this even if you're getting money from it" Gaara finished and looked up at Temari, she had tears running down her face and she stepped foward to hug him. Only he stepped back. Temari sighed.

"I thought you didn't care about me.." Temari knew she shouldn't be pushing her brother anymore, but she really was curious about why he was suddenly talking to her, although if he really knew what she was doing for work she knew that could be trouble.

"I don't care but no one should be violated like that, even if its willingly it's still wrong, stop selling yourself Temari, you're better than that" Gaara walked off after making this statement to his sister.

Temari stood in silence, too shocked to do anything, even if he said he doesn't care she knew that it was pretty much his way of caring, he didn't have to say anything about what she was doing, but he did, that meant he cared right..? Temari guessed the reason he wanted her to stop though was because of what happened to him. She sighed and walked into the bathroom locking the door behind her. The blonde wondered why Gaara was up having a shower in the morning, he never does that. Temari got undressed and frowned at the bruises left on her, men were such pigs but they meant her brothers were looked after and that's what mattered. She got into the shower to try and wash away everything, imagining all go down the drain. "If only it was that easy..no matter how I wish it.. i'm never going to forget." Temari sighed letting her guard down now that her brothers were no longer around, her eyes showed true despair, but she knew no matter how she hated it, she'd do it for her brothers, they were her life and she'd always look after them.

Gaara arrived at school in a bad mood, he finally could prove that Temari was selling herself for money and he didn't know what to do, one month ago he wouldn't have cared, but now he was changing and it was all thanks to a certain ebony haired male. Speak of the devil. Sasuke was walking over to him, Gaara frowned, Sasuke looked like he'd been injured, he was walking slowly and it looked like it was hurting him to walk. Kiba joined Sasuke at that moment and gave him a friendly punch in the side making the emotionless boy wince in pain. Kiba didn't realize but Gaara did.

"Hey Gaara!" Kiba exclaimed happily, even though Gaara rarely talked to any of Sasuke's friends they all included him in everything. Gaara gave him a 'hn' and looked at Sasuke with worry.

"Come on Gaara, we'll be late to art" Sasuke stated to Gaara with an impatient tone and look.

Sasuke had ignored the look that Gaara gave him, he knew the red head could tell something was wrong with him, if Gaara was going to ask him about it he'd rather he did when no one else was around, they still had 10 minutes to get to art, Gaara kept quite about what was wrong with Sasuke though, even in art, as the boys took their usual seat at the back of the room, Gaara didn't say anything, actually Sasuke realised that Gaara had yet to say anything all day, he wasn't sure whether to break the silence or not, after another 10 minutes of quiet Sasuke glanced at Gaara who was drawing something very intently, he tried to get a better look at the drawing but couldn't see with Gaara's arm in the way, he noticed Gaara had his sleeve pulled up and new red marks that were probably done only the night before and faded old scars that could have been years old decorated the boys pale arm.

"Gaara.." Sasuke started..he wasn't sure what else he was going to say and now he just looked blanked.

"Hn...what is it Sasuke?" Gaara glanced up at the Uchiha and wondered why he had such a blank look, he was used to the emotionless look Sasuke usually had, but this look was different, like there were no thoughts at all in his mind, it highly amused to red head seeing the Uchiha so out of it, he wasn't sure what came over him but he couldn't resist but to tease him a little bit "What did the fan girls finally brain wash you into being their sex slave?" It was a bad theory but who knows, that could explain his blank state.

"Did..did you just..make a joke?" Sasuke asked in amazement and raising a dark brow at Gaara.

"Hn..I guess"

"It really wasn't funny.. fan girls and sex slave in the same sentence is a horror story..not a joke Gaara" Sasukes tone was light though, not of an annoyed tone, he too was joking with Gaara.

"I apologise Sasuke, I was simply concerned for your.." Gaara paused not sure whether to continue on with what he was saying after a second thought he contiuned knowing Sasuke wouldn't mind "..manhood" Gaara smirked at him slightly.

Sasuke smiled at him, only slightly, his lips were just turned upright, most people would miss it, but Gaara knew that he was smiling at him, and only him, Sasuke reserved those smiles for Gaara. The small redhead returned the gesture and instead of smirking he gave Sasuke a small smile, turning his attention back to his drawing.

The Uchiha was slightly confused at what happened, he'd starting talking to Gaara because was curious as to why he hadn't said anything all day, he knew he shouldn't be curious, he was an Uchiha after all, they didn't need to be curious because they were expected to know everything and in human matters, where no one could know everything he was expected just not to care, but he couldn't help it, there was something different about this boy.. Today was the first time that they had really joked around, Sasuke knew Gaara only talked to him, and it was doing wonders to the Uchiha's ego but even when they talked it was usually a more serious conversation, Sasuke found that Gaara was the only one he knew who had such a a high intelect, his friend's minds were generally stuck in the mode of sex,drugs,females and more sex. Sasuke realised he highly enjoyed just messing around with Gaara, it made him feel light inside, like nothing could hurt him. He also noticed Gaara actually smiling at him, not just smirking, it was a small smile, but a smile none the less.

Temari knew she had to get ready for work but she still delayed it and took her time as she pulled on a short skirt and a revealing shirt, she put her hair up in the usual four pony tails, she didn't bother with too much make up, only putting on a thin layer of eyeliner. Her stomach growled at her but she ignored it, she knew not to eat before she went to work, she always ended throwing it up afterward. Hopefully tonight wouldn't be too hard, some guys rang her up and wanted to book her for a birthday present, the hotel they informed her where she had to go was an upper class hotel unlike the usual run down rat infested one she normally went to, where rich married men sought out her services because their wives wern't giving them any, or maybe they were bored of their wives, or just wanted to have more than others, making themselves feel good.

She knocked on the door, wondering if the birthday boy even knew about her, usually they didn't, normally the look would be shock then excitment. The door opened and to her utter shock, the words she heard would stick with her for the rest of her life.

"How troublesome..."