Hey you guys
Um. Yeah. I never ever update, so when someone threatened to put my head on a pike, I kinda thought... "Maybe I should update." I'm also extendinf the story by one chapter, and I'm not sure if I'm gonna use any screenames, after all. Sorry sorry sorry to those who submitted 'em, because now I feel bad. xx All your suggestions were awesome, though! I'm still open for any and all requests for fanfictions, even if they aren't Naruto. Keep that in mind.

I don't own Naruto or any of the characters in here. I don't own anything. Not even a liver.

The next day was a Saturday. Gaara woke up at the blaring sound of his alarm clock. The other one, which had been broken, played a continuous beep, a terrible noise that delved into his mind, penetrating his dreams. This new one, which he was borrowing from Kankuro, simply turned on the morning radio station.

"Good morning, City of Hi–" He slammed his hand on the snooze button before the man's voice could continue and tell him the weather or traffic report, and, just as he was drifting back to sleep, he remembered why the hell he had set the clock in the first place. Today, he was meeting Sasuke at the park. And hopefully, he would get a look in on the other teen's home.

Scrambling out of bed and pulling the plug of his alarm, he walked over to his closet, unsure of what to wear. Maybe he'd wear a shirt and pants. So very original... But however original it was, that was what he went with- He pulled on a black t-shirt and a baggy pair of jeans, slipping a studded belt through the holes, then looking around the room for his eyeliner. When he found it, he darkened the rings around his eyes, then tossed the stick onto his dresser carelessly, walking out the door without picking up a jacket.

He stopped mid-way down the hall when he heard a muffled groan from Kankuro's room. Damn it, he had forgotten that his older siblings were still home... So he began sneaking, quiet as a ghost, until he got out into the dingy hall of the apartment building. With a sigh of relief, he continued on his way, going down the eerie cement stairwell and exiting the building. Kankuro and Temari... they wouldn't care if he was gone. But after what they had seen of him and Sasuke not too long ago, they might ask questions. It was good to get out before they realized it.

Because in the end, they'd get distracted by their own lives, and would forget all about Gaara's daily-doings.

Despite it being around seven in the morning, the city bustled with life. In the rush to get to the park, Gaara trailed in and out of street traffic, ignoring the loud honks of the angry taxi drivers as he went on. The teenager didn't have time to stop and apologize for such stupid things. He hopped up onto a familiar pavement sidewalk and ran his hand along the black iron fence bars of the park, looking through them to try and see if he could spot Sasuke before turning into the park. Walking down the path, he dodged a few morning joggers before setting eyes on the bench.

It was the bench where he would always meet Sasuke; though, for once in his life, it seemed as though he had gotten there first. When he scanned the park for the Uchiha, he was no where in sight. So all he could do now was sit... And wait.

The bench was cool from the morning weather. It was about 60 degrees, and he shivered a little. He should have brought a coat. But... Oh well. The sun was attempting to penetrate the few clouds that hovered up in the blue sky, and, for the mean-time, it would have to do in keeping him warm. Gaara let out a sigh.

Even though it was completely stupid, he couldn't help but worry about Sasuke. Sometimes, he felt like he was worrying too much, even though he rarely showed it. But, of course, he was being completely sensible. Maybe. Gaara's mind wandered back to the day before, when he and Sasuke had first entered the apartment.

Kankuro was returning to the couch, but he looked up when they came in. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, and Kankuro stared, then laughed. "Heeey, Uchiha. What are you doing with my little brother?"

Sasuke stared a good long while, then shrugged. "Who knows?"

Gaara was downright confused, and let the emotion come into words. "Umm... Kankuro, how do you know-"

Kankuro replied before Gaara could finish the sentence. "Well, he's one of my best customers, always coming to–"

This time, Kankuro was interrupted by Sasuke. "We're friends. That's all."

'Friends', Sasuke had said. But is that really all they were? Gaara thought over Kankuro's un-finished sentence. He was going to say something. But what had he said in the first place? Gaara shook his head, getting mixed up in his own thoughts. He couldn't even remember anymore; at the time, he had been so baffled that Kankuro even KNEW his brother. Now, he was puzzled.

Kankuro did a lot of things. He worked at a goth clothes store that also sold music, and sometimes worked half-time as a mover in a feeble attempt to get more money into the... "family". But he also had a job as a drug dealer that Gaara wasn't supposed to know about. But, in reality, Kankuro was only kidding himself. How could Gaara NOT know, honestly? The strangers that came up to their apartment couldn't just be 'friends', as he called them. They were customers, just as he had called Sasuke the day before.

Gaara came to a startled conclusion. Either Sasuke was a fan of chain pants and underground bands, or he was using. Biting his lip, he knew it had to be the second one. He'd never seen Sasuke wear chained pants in his life.

"Why the serious face?"

At the sound of the voice, Gaara quickly looked up. There stood Sasuke, wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and dark blue jeans, eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. Gaara gaped at him for a while. He had literally no clue as to what to say, having just figured out that Sasuke was buying drugs from his brother.

"S-sasuke..." He said, trying to find the words to ask him about it. If he didn't ask him right now, he would never ask him. It would stay, lurking, in the back of his mind, and he would be too scared to pull it out. "Are you on drugs?"

A genuinely surprised look came over Sasuke's face, and he put a hand behind his head, scratching it in an attempt to look casual.

"And... Can I ask where the fuck you got that idea from?" His voice was steady, but cracked near the end in a sort of angry tone as he dropped his arm to his side.

Gaara winced, sensing the answer from Sasuke's surprised, but harsh, reply. "So... you really..."

Sasuke shook his head. "Stop. I asked where you got that idea from. Did Kankuro tell you something? Because whatever the hell he said, it isn't true." He sounded so rushed in his reply that Gaara had to stare. When had Sasuke become so defensive about things? He could honestly say he had never seen such a side of the Uchiha before. Sasuke was ALWAYS sure of himself; confident. And he had never had to defend something like he was now. Something was up.

"No. I found out on my own." Gaara said, choosing his words carefully to avoid being interrupted once more. "But are you saying you buy drugs from my brother?" He took up a hurt expression. Had he been lied to? If he had been... Whose words could he trust, if anyone's?

"Gaara, come with me."

When Sasuke turned and walked towards the park exit, Gaara could either stand up and follow, or stay here. In the end, when Sasuke had gotten far enough away and was showing no signs of coming back, he stood up, catching up to the older teen and avoiding eye-contact. Sasuke opened his mouth to say something, but this time, Gaara interrupted him.

"Why didn't you TELL me? Don't you think you can tell me things? Have you just been fucking lying to me about everything this whole time?" There was only one word for what he was feeling at this moment. Hurt. How could he not? What else was everyone keeping from him?

"Gaara, you gotta listen to me, okay? Calm down and listen." Sasuke said, voice even. It sounded like he knew this was going to happen. He sounded as though he was speaking from experience. "I buy drugs from your brother. But they are NOT for me."

Gaara stared over at him, bewildered. How the hell could he even say something like that? "Oh. Of course. So you just buy drugs from my brother and distribute them to children at the park, right? Yeah. I get it." He crossed his arms, then looked away, completely pissed off. Just because Sasuke had gotten him to follow didn't mean he could make him calm down and talk normally.

People who were walking past glanced over at the arguing pair before hurrying along, none of them getting involved. Sasuke let out an exasperated sigh as a woman pulled her daughter to her other side in an attempt to get the toddler away from Sasuke, who was apparantly giving out crack to kids at the playground. "Listen, Gaara, will you just CALM DOWN? Believe me. I wouldn't touch any fucking drugs, okay? I buy them for my brother."

Gaara rolled his eyes. "You told me your brother was locked up somewhere."

"Now I'm telling you he's back."

Gaara let his arms fall to his sides before looking over, dismayed, at Sasuke. What was he to think? All signs were pointing at Sasuke being a junkie. The idea of THAT didn't bother him QUITE as much as the idea of Sasuke lying to him. And right now, it sounded like Sasuke was lying.

"Do you hear me? He's back."

Gaara bit his lip, trying to decide weather to believe the Uchiha or not. He WANTED to believe him. He really, truly did. But what could he really do?

"I don't know if I really believe you." Gaara said, looking down at the area where the sidewalk met the black road. It was filled with litter.

Sasuke was becoming exceedingly angry. With one quick movement, he snatched Gaara by the wrist gingerly and pulled him towards him, forcing the auburn-haired boy to make eye contact with him. "If you don't believe me now, you will soon." They had stopped in front of a large apartment building. It was better then the one Gaara lived in- Well kept, with plants out front that weren't weed-ridden, and it was made out of a black tile instead of crumbling brick.

Sasuke dropped Gaara's wrist and walked over to the entrance. Gaara followed reluctantly after glancing around the area to try and find out where he was. He had never been here before, and his heart was thumping uncontrollably.

The inside of the building was just as posh as the outside. The white tiles were obviously polished daily, and chandeliers hung from the ceiling in the lobby. Dark red couches surrounded a fire-place.

Gaara spotted Sasuke over by the black-doored elevators, waiting for one to pick him up. Gaara managed to make his way over to him. He was quite honestly amazed at the extent of the apartment. He hadn't thought Sasuke was THAT well off.

When the elevator doors opened, Gaara and Sasuke entered, then stood there in silence. No one would speak. It's like once they entered the elevator, they had turned mute, just as everyone seemed to do in the large moving boxes. When the small sign signaling Sasuke's chosen floor went off, they both debarked, and Sasuke led him down the hallway and stopped at a white door, opening it. It wasn't locked.

Sasuke looked around suspiciously. Things were thrown around carelessly, as though someone had been searching for something in the previously tidy room. Gaara, about to say something, was suddenly shushed by Sasuke. There were footsteps coming from the hallway.

So yeah, next chapter is last for sure. ;3 Thank you guys for reading! ( PS- Next chapter is coming out in just a few hours after this one. Because I don't update enough. And it's evil of me. )