Teacher Student Relationship
Rating T (May go up)
Xthextalextellxmassacrex
I don't ownLnothing but my slightly brilliant plot ;p
Summary
Naruto was six years older than Gaara and babysat him from when he was thirteen all the way until his junior year in high school when he had to move to America. When Gaara has to change high schools again he meets a hot blonde art teacher, which really reminds him of his babysitter.
Couples: Main Naruto&&Gaara, Slight Naruto&&Kankuro, Hints of: Kakashi&&Iruka, Asuma&&Kurenai, Eventual Kankuro&&Kiba, there might be more! :D
Little star things (*) at the bottom is the explanation.
WARNING: EXTREME OOC-NESS! ESPECIALLY WITH GAARA! I'M SORRY! HE'S JUST TOO CREEPER IN THE SHOW I LIKE HIM A LITTLE DIFFERENT:D
Chapter 2
The Problems Begin
*2.1*
((The Sleepover))
Two weeks had passed and Gaara had his classes down and knew his way around the school, basketball season was about to start, so he had practice three times a week. Everything was moving a long great. Kiba was his best friend, and they hung out a lot, despite how completely different they were they still enjoyed one another's company.
Everything was going quite well for Gaara. Everything, except Mr. Uzumaki. It did not matter how easy of a course it was Gaara hated it. He would draw stick figures and make paper airplanes throughout the class period. Occasionally one of the paper airplanes would make its way across the room, and when Mr. Uzumaki noticed, Gaara got a detention. This was how most of his after school days looked.
On those days when Gaara was stuck in the art classroom Kiba would go get help from a teacher until three thirty then Gaara would take Kiba home most of the time, and on Monday's and Friday's, the two days Gaara didn't have practice they would go to one of the nearby fast food places and get a slush.
Today was a detention day, from three to three-thirty Gaara would be stuck in here with Mr. Uzumaki in an uncomfortable form of silence. Yet today Gaara was grumpier than normal, he was tired it was Friday, he had other plans then to sit around for thirty minutes.
Mr. Uzumaki was wiping off the chalk board as Gaara sat at his table. Mr. Uzumaki looked at the young man, he sighed "Gaara why do you act like this in my class?"
Gaara ignored the question.
"I've talked to all of your other teachers. Gaara, you behave fine in every other class… well besides Iruka's… what is your problem?" Mr. Uzumaki said getting frustrated.
"As if you'll ever understand my problem." Gaara replied as he leaned back in his chair.
Naruto turned to the student unsure of what he meant. "What is your problem Gaara? What's this got to do with you hating art class so much?"
"You'll never quite understand how I've felt, Naruto." Gaara paused looking to his feet.
Mr. Uzumaki looked to the student at the sound of his name. "How is it that I won't understand?" He asked his student.
"You left me, Naruto, you left me. I didn't have any one." Gaara replied angrily.
"I left you? I had a choice? Gaara I had to move with Tsunade and Jiraiya. You think I wanted you to be all alone? Do you think I realized you were alone?" Naruto was about to burst with anger. "Gaara I don't understand how is it even possible that you are alone? You have Kankuro, Temari… You have people Gaara."
Gaara was surprised at the tone change, but replied none the less, "My dad worked all day, Kankuro had football practice, and Temari had a boyfriend. The one person I depended on to be there for me was gone, how was I supposed to react?"
"You are the most selfish little brat that I've ever met. Gaara have you not realized the world can't only revolve around you? How do you think you have your name brand shoes and clothes? Because your Dad was working hard to make the money for you, so you could buy them. Kankuro would do anything for you Gaara, when did you ask him for it? Temari and Shikamaru spent a lot of time together I know, but did you not realize that she would take you to hang out with her regardless? Gaara everything isn't going to be handed to you." Naruto paused. "How is it possible you ask your Dad for a new car every six months yet you can't take a minute to ask your older brother to play Scrabble with you? I've talked to Kankuro and he warned me that I wouldn't want to even talk to you again because of how absolutely careless you have become." Naruto said angrily, not realizing quite the power of his words.
Gaara shrank back in his seat; he had lost his cool persona he was so good at having all the time. Never in his life had someone been mad at him like this. Never had they yelled at him exposing all of his faults like this. Gaara's eyes were glazed over; he couldn't tell if he was going to let his tears come out. He swallowed hard. How was it even possible for him to defend himself?
"I don't care what you think of me now, but it is your entire fault I'm like this." Gaara said his voice shaky.
Gaara refused to look towards this tall man, knowing if he looked at those eyes. Those eyes that hadn't changed since he had met him. He would lose himself to shame. Now he felt belittled. Not only in the fact that now all his faults were out in the open, but in the physical matter as well Naruto was huge, six foot eight inches and telling Gaara, the scrawny five foot even young man, that he was only feeling sorry for himself.
Naruto walked over to the chalk board. He was thinking of all he had just said, was he really being that harsh? Naruto grabbed the eraser, squeezing it hard letting all of his anger and frustration go out into this eraser. He began erasing the board and as always with Gaara, Naruto's guilt was taking hold of him. Naruto sighed, and looked over his shoulder. Gaara was leaning back in his chair, his arms were crossed and he was focused on his feet.
Naruto couldn't tell if Gaara was crying or not, but he wanted to know. Naruto wiped down the chalk board, and looked at Gaara again. Naruto put the eraser aside, and then turned back to the teen that was so focused on not crying his knuckles were nearly white from his fists.
Naruto sighed, "I'm sorry Gaara." Naruto looked over at the teen that was still looking away. Naruto decided to continue. "I'm sorry Gaara. You just don't understand how I see you. I can't help but compare you to how you used to be when you were little. I don't think you know this, but Gaara it was hard for me too when I left. When you see someone everyday for five years… you get attached. When I moved to California I had to deal with being the new kid as well as being six foot five, and to top it off I had a slight Japanese accent. There were days I'd miss having someone who was constantly there with me." Naruto shook his head chuckling into his hand.
Naruto walked over to where Gaara was sitting and sat on the table. "I always imagined what you would grow up to be. I had like… standards I guess you could say, and I thought you'd just blow them out of the water. I knew you'd be different, just by the stuff you would say. But still I thought that you would be just as caring and kind as you used to be." Naruto paused. "But who am I to judge who you are now." Naruto said, his hand was on his forehead, as he sat there thinking.
For the first time since the conversation had began Gaara moved from his sitting position. He stood up to face Naruto. He closed his eyes, because he knew if he opened them to see this man that he would defiantly loose himself to the guilt that had built up. "Naruto," he swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-I-I'm sorry." He finally got out. Before either one knew what he was doing he swung his arms around the huge man letting his tears fall out freely.
At first Naruto was in shock, and was unsure of what he should do. Slowly his instincts took over and his arms wrapped around the smaller boy.
Gaara squeezed his eyes shut remembering how things used to be. How he used to hug Naruto like this and slowly the large arms would find their way around him. It had been so long since anyone. Since Naruto had held him like this.
Gaara just held on. His heart beating so hard and fast he was sure Naruto could feel it beating his rib cage. He felt Naruto's chin land on top of his head, that being his cue to relax, and fall into breath with Naruto's long deep breaths. Gaara just closed his eyes and let his tears slow to a stop.
Meanwhile Kiba had finished his weekend homework, and had gotten help early, being excited for the sleepover at Gaara's. He was on his way to Mr. Uzumaki's classroom to wait for Gaara there instead, and maybe talk to Mr. Uzumaki. He approached the classroom door noticing that it was closed; Mr. Uzumaki's door was never closed. Kiba got closer to the door and peaked through the window and caught a glimpse of the impending scene.
Mr. Uzumaki was hugging Gaara. Gaara hates Mr. Uzumaki.
Kiba rubbed his eyes then peaked in again. This was real. Kiba backed away from the door to the wall the was next to the door. Gaara was not that type of student, Kiba knew this for a fact. He always talked bad about the girls that tried flirting with any of his teachers, why would he be doing this. Kiba shook his head and peaked in again. Mr. Uzumaki was still holding on to Gaara. Kiba's eyes shifted to Gaara. His eyes were closed, but some of his eyeliner was smeared, as if he was crying.
Kiba's mind began to wander down all the different reasons Gaara would be crying. Gaara did always seem like the type that didn't cry for everything.
Kiba looked down the hall making sure there was no one else, he sighed "maybe I'll just go to the bathroom really quick then maybe when I'm done… Yeah let's just go to the bathroom." Kiba thought walking across the hall to the bathroom.
Finally they let go, and as soon as Gaara was loose enough to move he turned around. He was shaking not visibly, but his hands wouldn't stay steady despite his effort. Naruto got off of the table, "There's a mirror above the sink."
Gaara walked over to where the sink was, he grabbed a paper towel dampening it so he could get all of the eyeliner from his cheeks. He dabbed his nose and fixed his hair. His hands were moving so fast he could hardly keep up with what he was doing.
Naruto watched as Gaara cleaned off his face, Naruto chuckled to himself how nervous Gaara was. Naruto just shook his head and walked to his desk where he sat down and began looking at the drawings that had been turned in.
The classroom door creaked open. Gaara immediately turned to see who it was. Kiba smiled awkwardly. "Hi." He said.
"Hey Kiba, what's up?" Naruto asked the awkward student.
"Not too much Mr. Uzumaki, just waiting for Gaara to be done with his detention." Kiba managed.
"He's your friend?" Naruto asked surprised. The only thing these two had in common was the fact that they didn't like girls.
"Yeah, I'm staying over at his house tonight." Kiba said.
"Oh really? His house or his brother's house?" Naruto asked
"Yeah, his brother's… right Gaara?" Kiba asked Gaara who just nodded his reply.
"Oh, I see. I'm friends with Gaara's brother." Mr. Uzumaki replied, looking at Gaara who was still looking in the mirror above the sink in the corner of the classroom.
"That's so cool Mr. Uzumaki! Did you know Gaara when he was little?" Kiba asked, trying to make sense of what he had seen earlier.
"Yep, he was nothing like he is now." Naruto stated, "I used to babysit him. I'm surprised Gaara hadn't told you that."
Gaara turned and glared at Naruto. Who ignored the dirty look.
Kiba laughed, "He might of, and I forget a lot of things." Kiba said bashfully scratching his neck.
Naruto laughed, "Well, Gaara you can go. Since you're friends with Kiba I'll let you out early."
Gaara huffed out a breath and walked to his backpack. "Bye Mr. Uzumaki." Gaara said putting on his warm up jacket followed by his backpack.
"Bye Mr. Uzumaki!" Kiba said waving, as they left his classroom.
Gaara and Kiba left the building to the parking lot, the cold air hit them so Kiba pulled his school hoodie close as they walked to Gaara's car. They threw their back packs into the trunk and got in to the nice car that warmed up rather quickly, especially with the heated seats.
Gaara left the school and they drove to Kankuro's house, Gaara pulled up into the gated driveway then parked his car in a disconnected garage for the other cars Kankuro had, along with Gaara's. After grabbing their bags they hurried to the front door that Gaara quickly unlocked, then turned off the alarm near the front door.
"This is where you can keep your shoes if you want." Gaara said gesturing to a large white shoe rack that was near the front door. It had a few pairs of large tennis shoes on it. Gaara pulled his off and picked them up carrying them. Kiba placed his checkered slip on vans on the rack and looked at Gaara. "Let's go."
Gaara walked through the formal living room to a nook filled with books and a couple of leather chairs. Gaara swung open the French doors that led to his large room. Gaara walked into his room chucking his shoes across the room where they landed near his bed and then threw his backpack on the floor by the door, then kicked it to the corner and used it to prop one of the doors open. Kiba entered the room slowly, looking at everything. Gaara's room was decorated very simply yet it still screamed Gaara.
Kiba walked in, still taking the fact that the TV that Gaara had in his room was the same size as the TV he had in his living room. Gaara walked into the room throwing his jacket on his bed, then went over to his large stereo and turned on the iPod that was attached. Kiba walked in to the room more staring at the surround sound system that was in the room.
"You can sit down." Gaara motioned to his bed, and then began to take off his outer shell. He pulled it up followed by his sleeves, "Are you hungry?" Gaara asked as Kiba made his way to Gaara's bed that was covered in a black bed spread.
Gaara disappeared into his closet. "Yeah… Well kinda." Kiba said nervously.
"Want me to call my brother and tell him to bring us dinner… or do you wanna go get something or… want something from the kitchen?" Gaara said coming out of his closet. Now he was wearing a tight black t-shirt with white long sleeves attached to it that were kind of baggy. Noticing Kiba's look toward him Gaara said "I didn't want to get my stuff dirty for tomorrow; it takes forever if I have to wash it."
Kiba nodded understanding, "Uhh how about we… check the kitchen then decide?" Kiba said.
"Hmm, I guess we could just do that." Gaara shrugged, "Well come on." He finished dragging Kiba from his bed. Out of the nook and across to where the kitchen was. Despite the size of the house the kitchen was rather small in comparison.
They walked in to the kitchen; Gaara opened the refrigerator to see the small selection that consisted of beer, water bottles, different sodas, and a box from the take out restaurant just down the street. "Well… Looks like we have nothing." Gaara opened the freezer, "Oh look we have ice cream, and frozen vegetables. Kankuro never gets groceries." Gaara shook his head almost embarrassed.
"That's okay… If you're really hungry we can go get something unless you wanna call your brother…" Kiba trailed off.
"I'm just gonna call him and see what he's doing tonight, if he's not doing anything—" Gaara was cut off by the sound of the garage door slamming. "Oh great he's here." Gaara looked over to the living room.
From behind the small wall that jutted out walked a tall man with a black hat turned to the side covering brown hair. Kiba stared in awe at the man; he had broad shoulders and was wearing a tight black t-shirt with black faded jeans that fit just right. Gaara noticed Kiba staring at Kankuro then shook his head and then put it in his hand and laughed.
When Kankuro turned around Kiba saw his face, his dark eyes and broad nose that just fit him perfectly. "Gaara, who is that?" Kankuro said.
"My friend Kiba, I told you he was coming over today." Gaara said looking at his brother. "Why aren't you wearing a jacket?" Gaara said getting annoyed.
"Oh yeah huh, my bad I forgot. Oh I left it in the car, it was just too hot." Kankuro said walking over to the counter.
Kiba was still staring at the older man.
"I knew this would happen." Gaara mumbled. "What's for dinner?" Gaara asked.
Kankuro gave a questioning look to his younger brother. "I was having some of my buddies over tonight, so you guys have to stay in your room and paint your nails or whatever it is you do." Kankuro walked over to the fridge getting out a soda.
"What? No, you can't have anyone over. I have my friend over." Gaara threw at his older brother.
"This is my fucking house, I do what I want." Kankuro said, walking back to his living room.
"Seriously Kankuro, you can't do that. You guys are so loud and obnoxious. Are you hosting poker here again?" Gaara said following his brother.
Kankuro lounged in the couch turning on the huge TV. "Something like that." Was all the older man replied.
"Are they spending the night here too?" Gaara shot out.
"Depending on how drunk they get." Kankuro replied, browsing through the channels.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Gaara said walking so he was in Kankuro's way of the TV.
"Nope." Kankuro said taking a drink of his soda, ignoring his little brother.
Kiba watched as the siblings fought in the living room, still in his original spot.
"Wow, Kiba we're going out tonight." Gaara said. "You can borrow some of my clothes if you don't wanna wear that." Gaara finished huffing out his breath.
Kiba walked into the living room and gave Gaara a questioning look.
"Kankuro here is gonna be selfish and have all of his stupid ass friends over so he can get wasted off of his ass." Gaara huffed out angrily.
"Yep." Said Kankuro taking another drink of his soda.
"Let's go Kiba." Said Gaara grabbing Kiba's arm and dragging him back off towards his room.
When they got into Gaara's room, Gaara turned to face Kiba pacing across his room. "We can go to the mall, and then go to dinner. Or maybe go to the movies, or we could even go to a party… I heard about one at school today." Gaara kept pacing angrily around his room. "That's it we'll just do all of them… Actually we'll just go to the mall, and plan it from there."
Gaara went into his closet and found an even tighter black long sleeve shirt, and replaced the one he was currently wearing with it. Then grabbed a bright pink pleather jacket that was lined with a warm material, he threw the jacket on his bed, as well as a pair of white Osiris shoes that had pink and yellow trim on them. He got a bright yellow belt that matched the yellow on his shoes and put it on the bed with the rest of his stuff.
Gaara walked over to his second set of drawers and pulled out a white shoe box, and opened it. He pulled out two white pleather gloves that had the fingers cut off and dull studs on the knuckles. He threw them on the bed with the jacket, shoes and belt.
Gaara sat at his vanity and fixing his hair, he pulled out his clips then combed his hair with a comb, then put on a medium width headband on. Gaara turned to face Kiba who was adjusting his jacket in the dresser mirror. "Are you really gonna wear that?" He asked.
Gaara turned back to his mirror, as Kiba angled himself slightly to face Gaara "Well I just brought this and some clothes for tomorrow." He turned all the way to face Gaara.
"With that jacket?" Gaara turned to face Kiba.
"Yeah, well it's the only one I have. " Kiba managed out.
Gaara turned back to face the mirror putting in a yellow clip, "The only jacket you brought?" Gaara paused, "Or have in general?" he finished putting in a pink clip.
Kiba was quiet for a minute, he was embarrassed. Gaara powdered his face waiting for the reply. "Well, in general I guess." Kiba paused. "I have a puffy snow jacket from a long time ago, but I don't like it that much." Kiba said facing towards the dresser again even more embarrassed. He took of his jacket out of embarrassment and set it on the empty dresser then straightened out his old faded long sleeve shirt and shuffled his feet trying to make his jeans appear longer then they were.
Gaara paused and looked at Kiba again; this was when reality hit Gaara for the first time. Kiba never talked about going to the mall to go shopping. Now that he thought about it Gaara remembered what Kiba's neighborhood looked like. It was nothing like any of the ones he had ever lived in. Most of the houses and apartment buildings looked greasy and old, but Kiba never complained. About anything.
All he had was that school jacket that he wore every day. That could never be true. Could it?
It had to be Kiba's apartment building was rather small and wedged between two much larger buildings, it looked worn down and as if it was falling apart.
Sure Gaara's dad donated to the poor millions of dollars, but never in his life had Gaara actually seen someone who lived in that kind of area or was out of money like that. Let alone befriend someone like that. He had to do this. Gaara got up and went to his closet. He sat rummaging through his jeans; Kiba had worn those same jeans for at least three days in a row. Gaara grabbed a pair that was on the end. They were a medium wash and still had the tags on them because Gaara had yet to get them hemmed. Then grabbed a new long sleeve white v-neck shirt. Gaara looked at his sweatshirt rack; he grabbed his royal purple Dirty Ghetto Kids hoodie he had worn once. Gaara walked past his shoe rack, and recalled Kiba's dirty old shoes, and grabbed the purple converse that he had bought to match the hoodie.
Gaara walked out of his closet carrying this outfit for Kiba. He marched over to his bed and set it down.
"I don't know if purple's your color or not but it'll bring out the green in your eyes." Gaara picked up the hoodie handing it to Kiba. "You can keep all of this, purples not my color, white washes me out even more, and I don't fit in these pants they're too long." Gaara said handing all of the things to Kiba.
Gaara then began putting on his finger gloves, and his belt.
Kiba's face was just in complete shock, but he finally got his sense together, "Gaara I can't take these… they're yours."
"Well they're my thank you present to you, you know for being my friend." Gaara said. "And besides I don't want them. I want you to have them." Gaara said.
"My mom… she'll freak." Kiba said touching the soft hoodie material.
Gaara looked at Kiba who was blinking hard. "I'll tell her I bought them for you." Gaara insisted.
"She'll insist that she has to pay you back. No I can't take them." Kiba said.
"I'll let her know how I feel about giving you clothes." Gaara said, "She will not pay me back. I mean it."
"I'll just wear them tonight, but—" Kiba began but was cut off by Gaara.
"No you're gonna take them home. I'm giving them to you." Gaara said in a tone that ended that conversation.
It was quiet except for the music in the background as Kiba got changed. It was right after Kiba had pulled the hoodie over his head that the door swung open and in the frame was Kankuro. He had his shirt off and had some guy standing behind him, who was laughing.
Gaara turned glaring at his brother. "What the hell do you want?"
Kankuro laughed, he took a swig from the beer in his hand. "I just wanted to show my buddy here that I have a gay little brother, thas all." Kankuro said stepping into Gaara's bedroom.
"Leave." Gaara said. Kankuro's friend was now leaning against the door frame.
"Chill bro, chill." Kankuro said.
"No we're leaving in a little bit, so shut up and leave me the fuck alone." Gaara said glaring harshly at his brother.
"What's with the anger Gaary?" Kankuro said sitting on his little brother's bed.
"I'm sorry stupid people make me mad." Gaara replied crossing his arms and glaring at his brother. Gaara looked in the mirror and reached over into his backpack grabbing his wallet and shoving it into his back pocket. He grabbed his keys, "Come on Kiba."
They began to leave, Gaara walked outside the front door, he looked up and noticed the black car parked behind his own blocking him in. "Oh. Fuck. No." he said. "Hold on."
Gaara walked back inside the house, "Kankuro, I'm taking your car." He shouted in a sickly sweet voice.
"What? NO." but before Kankuro could make it out, Gaara was already dragging Kiba into the other garage.
"Whatever," Kankuro said, "he won't take my truck so it doesn't matter what he takes."
Gaara grabbed the keys to the Chrysler 300 Kankuro had just gotten as a gift for completing his bachelor's degree from his father.
Gaara walked down the large owners garage and pushed the automatic opener, the garage opened and Gaara hit the unlock button. Kiba's eyes grew huge when he saw what car they would be taking.
"I didn't know they had these in Japan…" he said in shock.
"Yeah it's an import; my Dad's a big fan of Chrysler." Gaara explained as he climbed into the black 300. After adjusting the leather seat so he could see and reach the pedals Gaara pulled out of the garage, out onto the road. "So we're going to the mall right?" he asked Kiba.
"Yeah, that's what you said inside." Kiba said quietly.
Gaara nodded and pulled out his phone connecting it to the car, "Pick a song?" Gaara said handing the phone to Kiba who fumbled with it for a second.
They drove to the mall, Kiba being in charge of the music as they "cruised" in Kankuro's fancy car.
At the mall, Gaara bought clothes and accessories, Kiba refused to let Gaara buy him anything, but Gaara never took no for an answer.
They stopped and got drinks, the kind Kiba never got simply because they were too expensive and inconvenient for Kiba's busy life. Their night progressed finishing with dinner at a semi nice restaurant.
When they returned Gaara pulled the car into the owner's garage and, they went inside. The house despite its large size it smelled strongly of alcohol and cigar smoke. Gaara lead Kiba to his room ignoring the older men sprawled across the house, some still drinking others passed out.
"Hey Gaara!" came Kankuro's voice from across the way in the kitchen.
Gaara turned to a shit-faced Kankuro, "Shut up." Gaara said, and continued on into his room. He locked the doors and sat on his bed. "I apologize; they'll be gone by the morning." Gaara said laying down.
After changing into their pajamas it didn't take long for the boys to be out for the night.
*2.2*
((Cheerleaders))
Morning came and around ten o'clock Gaara yawned rolled over and decided it was time to wake up. He poked Kiba who jumped awake. They crawled out of bed, and Gaara slowly opened a door. He peaked out the house was a mess and smelt terrible. He walked out, he was right they were all gone, besides whoever was in Kankuro's room with him.
Gaara walked out of the nook that led to his room and further inspected the house. "It's as bad as I thought better call the crew." Gaara said to no one in particular.
Kiba slowly trailed behind Gaara who pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and held it to his ear. "Hello, yes Mizuki, are you guys free today?... Yeah?... I can pay you, it's just Kankuro had a little party last night, and I have guests coming at one… Yeah?... Alright, see you then… Mmhm, bye." He hung up.
Kiba gave a questioning look. "Who did you call?" he asked.
"Kankuro's cleaning ladies." Gaara replied simply, walking into the kitchen. "Want a bowl of cereal, 'cause that's really all we have." Gaara turned to Kiba who was still thinking about the fact that Kankuro didn't have a cleaning LADY, but cleaning LADIES.
"Cleaning ladies?" Kiba questioned.
"Yeah, do you expect me to clean up this mess?" Gaara gestured to the entire living room. "So yes or no to cereal?"
"Yeah."
They ate their cereal until a van of women pulled up, Gaara greeted them and briefed directions on what to do. "So we need to go pick up snacks." Gaara said as they walked back into his room.
"For what?" Kiba questioned.
"I'm hosting the cheerleaders. " Gaara explained grabbing a pair of Under Armour brand black sweat pants and a white V-neck. He went into his closet coming out wearing his outfit; in one hand he had a matching sweater in the other he had another sweat suit. "Here, I don't like how these pants feel on the inside at least wear this. Pajamas are such a no." Gaara explained handing Kiba the gray Nike sweat suit. He grabbed a black V-neck and threw it at Kiba, "You can keep it." He said.
Kiba awkwardly grabbed the sweats from the bed, "You can change in my closet if you feel weird." Gaara explained. "Normally Kankuro doesn't barge in like yesterday, but he just has his moments sometimes."
Kiba nodded and traded places with Gaara. Gaara finished dressing beside his bed, "So you're coming to my game tonight right?" Gaara called to Kiba.
"If I have a ride…" Kiba trailed off.
"Obviously you do," Gaara said walking to the mirror.
"Really?" Kiba asked, not quite sure what Gaara meant by that.
"Yeah, I'll take you it's not a big deal." Gaara said while he leaned over and powdered his face.
Kiba came out with the jacket in hand. "Does this look okay?" he questioned.
Gaara turned to face his friend, touching Kiba's hair and brushing it to the side, he nodded "Yeah I like that on you." He smiled.
Gaara pulled open a draw on what some would call his vanity and grabbed a pair of thick framed glasses that were very simple except for the silver DG on the side. He put them on and brushed his hair so it looked intentionally messy, but still nice.
"You wear glasses?" Kiba commented more then asked.
"Yeah, but mostly I wear contacts, but I only like glasses for when I'm going for a lazy look. " Gaara explained.
"Oh, I think you should wear them more, they look really good on you. Y'know very studious." Kiba offered chuckling lightly.
Gaara turned and faced the mirror, "I guess so" he laughed. "Alright are you ready?" Gaara walked into his closet one more time bringing out two pairs of tennis shoes, a gray pair of Nike's and a black pair by Under Armour. "You have to match your shoes to your outfit so take these, so you have nice running shoes too."
Kiba held the shoes, brand new gray Nike Shox R4 Air Cushion shoes. "Gaara these shoes are so expensive." Kiba said. "The suit was one thing, but these are so nice. Have you ever even worn these?" he questioned.
"Yeah I wore them when I tried them on; eh I think these were more expensive actually." Gaara said grabbing his wallet and putting it into his pant pocket. "Come on."
They went to the store and picked out simple roll out cookies and fruit trays. "Sandwich trays?" Gaara questioned Kiba.
Kiba gave an unknowing look. Gaara rolled his eyes playfully. "No, the girls need to fit in the uniforms not stuff them." Gaara said. "Drinks!"
Gaara's sporadic shopping habits kept Kiba chasing after the red head pushing the heavy basket. After they ended up with two twenty four packs of Gatorade, one roll of cookies, two snack trays as well as four bags of chips and munchies snacks. Gaara paid and they left back to Kankuro's house.
Upon their return the house was nearly spotless, the women were cleaning the last odds and ends, Kiba looked around in pure shock. "Wow, I didn't know they would be done already." Kiba said.
"Oh their not done yet, well actually they're almost done." Gaara said pulling out a cookie tray from a cabinet. "They're probably gonna dust the house, but the faster they work the better they get paid." Gaara explained.
Kiba nodded surprised, as he pulled open one of the Gatorade packages. "What do you want me to do with these?" he asked.
Gaara thought for a moment, "Oh how about you bake these and I'll go get some buckets." Gaara said as he walked out through the garage door.
Kiba pulled the rolled dough out and placed them on the tray. It didn't take long for Gaara to return. He was carrying a large metal tub from the garage, Kiba gave a questioning look.
"These are Kankuro's for his parties. He usually puts beer and crap in them." He placed it on the counter, the ice shook as he put it on the counter.
Kiba nodded, "Do you need help bringing the other one in here?"
"No, they're not that heavy," Gaara explained as be threw the Gatorades in the tub. "It's nice to have these huh? And Kank's ice machine out there, he's kinda smart sometimes." Gaara laughed as he finished throwing the last Gatorade in the tub. "I'll be right back." Gaara left again, bringing a second metal tub in. He placed it next to the first metal tub and filled it with Gatorades.
"Suzuki," Gaara called out.
One of the cleaning ladies rushed to Gaara, "Yes?"
"Can you and one of the others bring me a white table from the storage garage?" Gaara asked surprisingly politely.
The woman just nodded and called to another woman, who nodded and they walked out quickly.
After they finished setting up and baking cookies girls began to show up lounging in Kankuro's living room, some getting ready and others snacking.
It was already time for the JV to leave, for their game needing to be there by 4:30, Varsity started getting ready by five when Kankuro came storming through the house.
"GAARA!" he yelled.
The girls all staring at him, some blushing, others mouths hung open. Gaara walked out of his room. "What?" Gaara said with only his hair done.
"Come here!" he said clearly angry.
Gaara huffed, "whaaat?" he drug out.
"Who are all these girls?" Kankuro asked.
"The cheer squad." Gaara said plainly.
"What the fuck are they doing in my house?"
"Their hair and makeup clearly."
"Why are they here!"
"I invited them here."
"You never told me!"
"Yeah I did."
"When?"
"Last weekend."
"What? No you didn't."
"Yeah, you just said I had to pay for the cleaning ladies."
"Oh, I remember that."
Gaara rolled his eyes. "Go talk to my friend Kiba he's in love with you."
"What?"
"Just go, he's by the counter, the only other guy here."
Kankuro sighed, "Ok I will."
"Thank you."
Gaara walked back into his room to finish his makeup, as Kankuro walked over to the kitchen grabbing a handful of chips.
"What's up?" Kankuro asked Kiba who was sitting on a bar stool that had been switched to the other side so the table would fit.
"Not much just making sure the chips bowls are all filled." Kiba laughed awkwardly.
Kankuro chuckled sitting on the counter, "Oh what a job." He laughed.
"Tell me about it," Kiba smiled lightly.
"Are you going to Gaara's game?" Kankuro asked.
"If Gaara takes me," Kiba stated simply.
"Don't worry I'll make sure he does, and if anything you can come with me." Kankuro winked at Kiba grabbing another handful of chips.
Kiba blushed lightly "Oh you don't have to. I can take the train home so it's no big deal."
Kankuro raised an eyebrow, "No, you'll come with me if you have to don't worry." Kankuro slid off the counter.
Kiba blushed again as Kankuro brushed against him.
"I guess I better get dressed, gotta look nice you know." Kankuro said rubbing a hand through his brown bed styled locks. "Aw, now I got salt in my hair. See you in a bit Kiba." Kankuro walked back down the hall to his room.
Kiba sighed happily, 'wow, I actually talked to him…' he thought giving a dreamy smile.
Time passed and it was time for the girls to leave so they could get to the school on time. Gaara dragged Kiba to his car and they left.
They got to the school and began stretching in the hall way by the gym, "Kiba you can go sit by the cheer coaches in the gym." Gaara said to the awkward Kiba in the corner watching the girls stretch.
Kiba nodded and walked into the gym, he sat in the bleacher above the JV coach Itachi, who smiled at the boy.
Kiba sat waiting for the last half hour of the game to end while the varsity cheerleaders finished stretching and getting ready.
Finally the varsity game began, the national anthem was sung, and the introduction cheer began.
"Welcome to Sakura High School home of the panthers," the announcer said, it was followed by the crowds cheer. "Our cheer squad wanted to start the season off with a routine and an introduction to a new member." The crowd cheered again.
Kankuro walked into the gym as the crowd was cheering, he was followed by Naruto, and they began climbing the bleachers. Kankuro waved for Kiba to follow them, Kiba grinned with excitement as he sat next to Kankuro a few bleachers above where he had sat before.
Music began to play as the girls ran out onto the floor.
Gaara was in the middle. He looked down, then up with a grin. The routine began with Gaara throwing a standing back tuck followed by a back handspring. He backed a lib, that threw a beautiful full down. Until they began to cheer. Gaara walked forward as the cheer began. "Panthers are the best, we already took care of the rest, stomp now clap it out!" The school clap began as the cheerleaders lead it. "Welcome, to our friend, he'll show you that we will win!" Gaara did a flip as the shouted this last part. "WOO! Panthers!" they cheered.
The crowd clapped as the finished Gaara kicked and threw flips across the gym as they cheered.
Kankuro shook his head, "What an attention whore."
The game went well as the girls and Gaara cheered, but while they cheered Kankuro and Naruto talked for a while. Kiba tried not to listen but it seemed to get to be too tempting.
"I feel like I screwed up pretty bad yesterday." Naruto said.
"What makes you say that?" Kankuro replied.
"Your brother." Naruto said simply.
"Well whatever it is, he deserves it bro, he's too fuckin' spoiled." Kankuro paused. "Someone needs to stand up to that spoiled brat."
"I just feel like I was a little too harsh, I mean he cried bro. I haven't made someone cry in a while." Naruto said.
"Come on, yeah right. You're a teacher you always make kids cry."
"I'm an art teacher, not a math teacher Kankuro." Naruto said chuckling.
"Y'know Naruto, I missed talking to you man, we gotta start hanging out again." Kankuro said facing the tall blonde.
"Yeah, we should, it's been a while." Naruto said.
The game began to come to a nail biting finish, Gaara and the rest of the cheerleaders cheering their hardest, Kankuro and Naruto yelling for the win, and Kiba clapping and cheering rather quietly.
Finally the game came to an amazing victory, for the first game of the season it went very well.
Gaara met Kankuro and Kiba in front of the gym, "Did you guys see me?" Gaara asked, "Damn I'm good."
"Yeah Gaara you are probably the best one out there," Kiba encouraged.
"Yeah, I guess you were alright." Kankuro said followed by a sigh and a smile. "Why don't we take your car home and I treat you two to dinner?" Kankuro smiled at Kiba.
"But I gotta get home." Kiba said.
"Don't worry I'll take you home," Kankuro smiled.
Kiba grinned nervously, "Really?"
"If Kankuro says he'll do something, he'll do it Kiba, I promise." Gaara answered for Kankuro.
Kankuro nodded, "Where do you guys wanna go for dinner anyway?"
"The victory restaurant*," Gaara suggested, with a devious grin.
"Alright, my little brother, I'll meet you at home alright?" Kankuro replied.
Gaara nodded and began walking to his car, "Come on Kiba."
Gaara drove quickly to Kankuro's house, "Get in Kankuro's car, I'll grab your stuff for you plus I gotta touch up my face." Gaara told Kiba, who nodded anxiously.
Gaara rushed inside the house grabbing a small duffle bag from his collection, and threw all of Kiba's clothes into the duffle bag, and an extra pair of shoes from his closet. He touched up his face so he lost his game shine, then grabbed Kiba's bags and rushed outside to Kankuro's car.
Kankuro teased Gaara about being fast for once, and they went to dinner. Dinner went by surprisingly not awkward. Followed by Kankuro taking Kiba home.
Sunday came and Gaara called Temari to go shopping at a high class part of town, Gaara wanted to get a new suit for prom, if he decided to go.
Temari was trying on a skirt suit, when she got an idea. "Gaara?" she called out of her dressing room.
"Yeah?" Gaara called back. "I tried that black dress suit on." He finished.
Temari popped her head out, "Don't laugh, but I have an idea." She walked out of the dressing room looking at the tri-view mirror. "That suit looks good on you," she moved in the mirror checking herself out.
"I like that color on you." Gaara said, "But what's your idea?" he asked pulling the jacket so if fit better.
"Can I…" Temari turned to face Gaara, grabbing his shoulders she said "Can I dress you in drag?"
Gaara raised an eyebrow, and blinked. "Sure…" he said.
Temari squealed, "Okay, I'll have my friend make you boobs and an ass!" she jumped back in to the dressing room poking her head out again. "It's gonna be fun don't worry!"
Gaara looked in the mirror again, rolling his eyes playfully. "Temari, I think I have a crush on one of my teachers."
"What?" she called out. "Isn't your old babysitter one of your teachers?"
"Yeah," Gaara said walking back into the other dressing room.
"So what do you mean you like one of your teachers it's not him is it?" Temari called back.
"No, I'm over that. He teaches… history." Gaara called back.
"Oh, well be careful don't wanna get him fired." Temari said.
"Yeah yeah I know." Gaara said.
They got dressed paid for their suits and went. They spent their whole Sunday like that. Gaara dressed in his classy clothes. A dark gray tweed pea coat, and black skinnies with boots, and a dark red scarf, with shopping bags in one hand and a starbucks coffee in the other.
*2.3*
((Problems Solved?))
The weekend went by like a blur to Gaara. It seemed like it was just yesterday when he had that fight with Mr. Uzumaki, and last night that he and Kiba took Kankuro's fancy car to go to the mall followed by cruising. He still knew that there was his day of basketball followed by a day of strip mall shopping with Temari.
Now it was Monday and Gaara was fixing his hair like he always did and getting dressed. Today he decided on medium wash jeans and a tight panda hoodie would do him good. As he pulled his hood from his jacket on he sighed looking in the mirror. Was he really as spoiled as Naruto had said he was? Was he that much of ass whole? It felt like it.
Gaara remembered the harsh words he had heard followed by that hug. That hug he had been craving since the moment they let go of one another.
Gaara sighed, picking up his matching panda backpack. Silently he prayed there was no homework over the weekend and left.
The drive to school was rather cold and quiet even with the loud American music thumping as he drove. At school Gaara went to his locker grabbing his history book. The bell rang, slamming his locker closed he turned to go to his class running into a brick wall, or rather Mr. Uzumaki. Who was wearing a white dress shirt layered under a light blue sweater vest that made his eyes look rather remarkable. Gaara's eyes grew wide as he realized just what had happened.
"Wow there Gaara didn't mean to run into you." He smiled as he slid to the side continuing on his way.
Gaara's eyes were still in a shocked state; he shook his head and continued on his way, red tinged cheeks.
Surprisingly for a Monday Gaara's classes went well, no extra homework no projects due, a simple plain day. The day seemed to be moving the way it should, that was until Mr. Uzumaki's class.
Gaara walked in, that art classroom looking the same as it had on Friday. Gaara looked around noting Naruto's position at his desk. Gaara sighed pulling his hoodie down and sitting in his chair. He sighed pulling the panda hood on his head so the ears stood up. He placed his head on his desk. Quiet.
The bell rang and Mr. Uzumaki walked to the front of the classroom pulling Gaara's hood off as he walked by. Gaara's head darted up as he glared at Naruto.
"Calm down Mr. Panda," Naruto said.
Gaara glared harder.
"What are you gonna do Kung fu now?" Naruto chuckled followed by the whole class laughing.
Gaara flushed slightly."Yeah and I'm gonna kick your ass!"
"Chill out, I will not have empty threats made in my class."Mr. Uzumaki said sternly.
"Then stop making them." Gaara spat.
"You're gonna have to stay after school." Naruto shot.
"Not again." Gaara shrunk down his head falling on the table.
Naruto chuckled at Gaara who gave him a nasty glare. "So today class." Naruto began his lesson.
The class seemed to last forever, but finally it ended, as Gaara tried to rush out without being caught by Mr. Uzumaki, something had his backpack. Gaara huffed out a sigh, and walked back into the classroom.
Gaara sat in his chair.
The last student left and Naruto shut the door behind them. He sat on the table that was in front of Gaara. "You like me huh?"
Gaara looked away "No, I can't stand you. Where the hell would you get that idea?"
"Gaara, it's okay to act normal. You're not in elementary school anymore. " Naruto said.
Gaara just gave him a dirty look. "I don't act childish!"
Naruto laughed, "You don't think so?" Naruto stood up walking to his desk.
"No I think I act mature for my age." Gaara said crossing his arms and squeezing them.
"Mature?" Naruto laughed. "If you insist, but I'm still pretty sure you like me."
"I don't!" Gaara said standing up.
Naruto grabbed his jacket and put on the gray sport coat that was made for the winter months.
"Where are you going?" Gaara shot.
Naruto looked up to the clock. "I have a meeting to be at in a few minutes." Naruto said packing his backpack.
"What then why'd you make me stay?" Gaara said angrily.
"It helps your behavior." Naruto said.
"What?"
Naruto looked at his watch, "You can go," he said plainly.
Gaara gave an angry huff. "No, I'm not leaving until you answer one question!"
"I'm the teacher and I have a meeting your question will just have to wait." Naruto said picking up his backpack he put on one strap and continued. He began walking to the door.
Gaara grabbed his backpack and chased after Naruto.
Naruto turned off the lights and began to leave Gaara right behind him.
"Come on, it's just one question." Gaara shot out again.
"Well I'm gonna be late if you keep talking." Naruto said locking the classroom door.
Naruto began to walk down the hall as Gaara chased after him, "Naruto!" Gaara said seriously.
"Wow, I'm impressed you went from elementary to middle school in one day." Naruto said in a sharper tone. "I have a meeting; I'll see you tomorrow then." Naruto said nodding.
Gaara crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Fine."
"Have a nice night Gaara."
"Whatever."
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INFORMATION
*The Victory Restaurant—A restaurant about the quality of Applebee's or Chili's, but I wasn't sure what to call it, so I figured that it was a place that Kankuro and Gaara went for dinner whenever Gaara's team had won, or when Kankuro's football team won. Every athlete has one.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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