Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Kishimoto owns it.
Menma was still trembling as he held the phone. His teacher was still talking.
"You don't want anyone to find out about what we have."
"You and I don't have shit! You son of a bitch raped me!"
"Hmm, is that so? I have a video that says otherwise. This Monday there's no school, but I'll be waiting for you on Tuesday. You know what you have to do." He concluded and hung up.
This was starting to look like a horrible nightmare! The guy who was known as a Womanizing Sex God was finding himself in this kind of situation.
But he was right. It would surely seem like rape wasn't the case in the video. It must look like he actually enjoyed it and why bother trying to deny it? But he couldn't understand why his body had reacted like that? He remembered when he was little and his dad would always scold him. He would use every chance he got to remind him that he was a phenomenon. His mother never defended him. She just remained silent and pretended to not hear anything. She wouldn't dare try anything.
The love of her husband, as well as the luxurious life she had was far more important to her. Of course, she never defended Naruko or little Naruto either, right? The truth of the matter was, that Anko was useless. She was only a useless burden.
It was then that he had started to take interest in girls and started going out with several of them. When his dad changed his attitude, it didn't matter that the doctor assured them that his condition didn't have anything to do with the sexual tastes he was going to have but... Was the fucking senile man ignorant or what? And no, he wasn't talking about his grandfather, he was worse.
The good thing was that now he was his pride. The problem was that it made him earn his siblings's hate. Well, Naruko's most of all but, what could he do about it? He wasn't too happy about this either. No one from his family wanted to graduate soon because, they were going to be sent off to Italy. His grandfather was going to pay for their studies in the foreign country.
It was still early. He needed to talk to Gaara even, if he wouldn't tell him about what was really happening.
"Your ass feels so good stretched around my cock." Gaara said, urging Utakata to come bouncing back down on his cock faster. "So tight and hot."
The cell phone suddenly rang.
"Menma? How are you?" He answered while taking Utakata off of him. The brunette growled annoyed. How many times had his boyfriend ignored him because of him. He was starting to get jealous.
"Yes, I'm not doing anything right now. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"You're going!?" Utakata said irritated. "I'm starting to get annoyed with this friend-complex of yours.
"You shouldn't feel jealous. I love you and besides, Menma is not gay." Gaara answered.
"But if he was?" Utakata questioned as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"But he's not. Anyways, I would never look at him as more than a brother. Don't be stupid. In other circumstances I would've told him that I was busy but, he's been acting weird lately. I think it could be serious."
Gaara gave Utakata a farewell kiss, who had no option but to accept.
"Mother, I'll be going out to Menma's house." He informed his mother.
"And Utakata?"
"There's something really serious going on with Menma and he doesn't want to tell me. But I think today he'll do it."
"Are you sure?" She asked a bit worried. The woman knew that boy since he was a small kid. "What could it be? Keep me informed and tell Utikate that he can stay for dinner if he wants."
The woman was up to date on her son's sexual preferences since before his son had even realized it. She accepted him just like he was. After her husband's, son's and daughter's death a few years ago. Gaara was the only thing she had left.
"Don't come home so late, sweetie." The woman said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He arrived at the Hatake house around 4 in the afternoon. Since the gatekeeper already knew him, he let him in right away. He had to be careful in not letting anyone find out about him being gay if he wanted to keep on seeing his friend.
In the living room, Anko was drinking some tea with a group of friends.
"Gaara, the kid is upstairs in his room. I'll have the maid bring you two some drinks." The woman said with a grin on her face and went back to her gossiping.
Gaara blinked. This woman was his mother's age and looked like a college student. What the operating rooms will do to you. He walked up towards the room. He already knew his way around the house. When he went in, Menma was hugging his knees and had his head looking downwards.
"Close the door with the lock on."
Gaara found this strange. He never locked himself in his room to talk. Minato, Menma's dad didn't like them to do that. The blond man was too paranoid and looked for gay sings everywhere.