sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know I havent updated for ages, and you've probably all forgotten what this is even about. I've been busy, really busy, so please forgive me! This chapter's a bit short, but I added 2 this time to make up for not updating for god knows how long, and the last one is quite long (for me anyway) so yeah, enjoy.
Gaara
The next morning sucked. And I mean, really sucked. Leaving sucked, having to sit in a cart with one of the council members sucked. The fact that said guy kept shooting terrified glances at me really sucked. I'm not sure, but I think Naruto was crying as we said goodbye. He wouldn't look me in the eye, so I think he was. Despite myself I let a few tears roll down my own cheeks, although whether that was because of what I was leaving or what I was going to I wasn't sure. Back home. Back to being feared and hated by everyone around me, even my own brother and sister; back to people running away and not even giving me a chance. The people in Konoha had given me a chance, they'd let me be friends with them. I wouldn't forget that, especially not the hyper blonde who had shared his house, his food and his school with me. He was more like me than met the eye, I didn't know why but I could tell we shared something more in common than a liking for Ramen noodles. No, I definitely wouldn't forget…
Naruto
I watched Gaara go, tears rolling down my face. He was the first best friend I'd ever had and he was going. Things like this always happened to me; I'd think I'd found someone who would really be my friend and then things would go wrong. Even Shikamaru only hung around with me coz we were both really bad at school stuff, me coz… well I'm not very good, and him coz he's so lazy.
I sat outside for a long time after Gaara had faded out of sight. I missed him already. That guy who had come seemed really boring and kinda old and kinda scared of Gaara. Other than awesome Sasuke-wupping-ness and not sleeping ever, Gaara had never done anything scary around me; I couldn't think why anyone would be scared of him. I sighed and strolled off down the street to get some Ramen. Okay, it wouldn't much good to the Gaara-leaving thing, but it would do a lot of good to the me-feeling-bad-about-it thing. Besides, he'd said he wanted to come back, so I had a feeling we would see each other again…
