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Chapter. Six

This sucks

(Some point when being yelled at…)

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Just then Gaara's mind went blank. A displeasing feeling churned in his stomach. He urged a scrawny foot backwards but his shaking made him almost slip since he was on the edge of the top stair.

"ANSWER MEH' BOY!" slurred his drunken father, spiting as he talked.

"WHA? YOU SKIP'N SCHOOL? YA THINK YER' TO SMART FOR IT? YOU SHIT!" His father took a step forward throwing his empty beer bottle at his paralyzed son.

The bottle crashed to the wall behind the redhead, who fell to his knees in some sort of an uncoordinated dodge.

"No I just-" he was cut off by a rough blow to the face causing him to unintentionally yelp.

His father leaned down pulling Gaara off the floor by the cuff of his shirt blood running down his chin. "WHO TH' FUCK YA THINK YA ARE WORTHLESS SHIT!"

The older man began repeatedly slamming his son into the wall face first, smearing blood onto the nicely painted white walls.

Gaara always tried not to cry and this time was no exception, he used to cry before but it was always worse when he cried, so he'd hold it in some times making a few occasional noises.

When his father was done 'punishing' him, he kicked the small lifeless form down the stairs, scoffing as Gaara helplessly rolled down the stairs not even trying to stop himself from hitting every step, then rolling to the floor in a crumpled shivering mass.

The man wiped his mouth and left the house, probably to go drink or something.

Gaara stared at is hands accusingly letting a tear slip from his eye's before going unconscious.

(After school, Temari, and Kankuro)

Kankuro looked around worriedly with Temari. "Where do you think Gaara is? I told him to wait for us after school, you don't think he?" Kankuro gave Temari a wide-eyed look.

She shook her head "No, no we should just keep looking I don't think he would, fathers home today, I forgot to tell him, but, no, lets keep looking." Temari's words didn't quite ease her brother but they sounded as if she was trying to convince herself more than him.

Kankuro frowned, "I hope your right."

Temari and Kankuro were walking around peering into the rooms when Kankuro spotted someone, he had seen his brother with this kid in the halls, he was a suspicious fellow with black hair and practically no pupils, he was in a room with some blond kid working on a poster.

Kankuro barged into the room "Hey you the one with no pupils!"

Neji looked up and sighed almost instinctively. " I believe your talking to me right?"

Temari walked in giving the 'no pupil kids' an apologetic look.

"Do you know were my brother is?" Kankuro barked.

Neji looked at him confused eyes half lidded.

"He's about this tall, he has messy red hair, kinda skinny, doesn't talk to much." Kankuro began taping his foot irritated.

Neji looked as if a name was on the tip of his tongue.

"He has big black circles around his eyes." Temari added.

"Ohhh… you mean Gaara?" Neji said. ' Wow they all look almost nothing alike.'

Kankuro was surprised; Gaara had actually talked to this kid. "Yeah! Have you seen him?"

"Uh no… not since this morning." Neji frowned was something wrong?

Kankuro sighed, and shrugged to Temari.

"Hey wait! I heard about that Gaara kid!" The blonde boy out bursted.

Kankuro, Temari, and Neji's attention snapped to the blonde kid.

"I heard he had passed out in gym class, and went to the nurse, I heard some teachers in the office talking about how he wasn't in last class, they think he ditched." The blonde kid added like he was telling a ghost story to a bunch of kids around a campfire roasting marsh mellows.

"You sure?"

"I'm Naruto Uzamaki." He paused. "Believe it!" He said putting a foot on the desk in a heroic pose.

Neji rolled his almost non-existent eyes, with a sigh.

'Was this guy on crack?' An odd silence took hold of the room, with an occasional cough from Temari.

"I'm going to be-!" The blonde continued still as enthusiastic as always.

Neji pulled Naruto off the table grinding his teeth. "Shut up fruit cake!" He squinted.

Naruto made a pouty face, and sat back down, rubbing his finger along the wood of the table. "I will be the Hokage one day…" he stated matter-of-factly.

Kankuro's lip quivered, coughing. "Yeah right! Hoe-Your-Gay!" he burst out laughing.

Neji smiled, stifling the giggles.

Temari sighed inwardly, and elbowed her brother.

"Ow god woman what do you do all day? Chop bricks of cement with that?" Kankuro said playfully grabbing his side.

"So Gaara's missing?" Neji said curiously.

"Well, we all usually walk home together after school, he must've walked home without us." Temari twiddled her thumbs.

Kankuro shrugged not noticing the glaring fox boy giving him death looks. "Yeah, well we should go, so, see ya." Kankuro headed for the door.

Temari waved to Neji. "By the way I'm Temari, and that oaf is Kankuro." She paused. "I didn't catch your name?"

"Neji, Neji Hyuuga."

Well thanks anyway Neji." She hurried out the room after Kankuro.

(On the way to angst)

Temari, and Kankuro had hurried home as fast as they could an uneasy feeling settling in both their minds.

They didn't talk the whole way; thoughts of what could be waiting for them plagued every sense.

'Kanukro walked into the seemingly vacant house, feeling lingering sadness in the air.

Looking around he noticed the TV set in the living room had fallen to the ground, but was not broke, whilst the plant vase next to it was completely shattered across the floor.

Reddish splatters were on the wall and floor along with many beer bottles.

Panic rose within hi, as he flew up the stairs calling out for his baby brother, he knew what had happened, he cursed himself for not being there.

Kankuro looked in his room, then Gaara's, and Temari's with no avail.

He paused his breathing heavy.

Then came the noise he was hoping to hear. It was small and muffled but it was all he needed. It had come from the hallway closet.

Kankuro's shaky hand managed to get a hold of the doorknob opening the door, tears sprang to his eyes threatening to fall, his fears were conferred.

Gaara's small frame was huddled up against the corner, knees up, face buried in one of his hands, his other arm lay twisted and loose near his side, like a lifeless broken doll. His right foot was twisted in an unnatural position. There were so many cuts on his body probably from the glass, that he was surrounded in blood sobbing, and shaking.

Kankuro ran in hugging his brother trying to hide the tears, and furry as he kept apologizing again, and again to his brother. His arm was broken, and his foot was sprained, he had almost gone crazy in the closet, being highly claustrophobic. Kankuro had known there father had beat him then threw Gaara into the closet, and he knew Gaara was in there for a while because the blood under his nails from trying to scratch his way out had well since dried.'

Kankuro didn't want his brother to constantly go through all this abuse, all the time, he felt so helpless.

And cut!

I feel evil… I had to add the sad story because the development of the story depends on it!

I hope it was a good chapter, I poured my heart and soul (kinda) into this fiction, and I tried to make it longer for those of you who wanted longer chapters!

Please review my angst chapter! I will update soon only if you review!

Nya!

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