Find your happiness:

Chapter seven:

Disclaimer: Naruto and it's characters are not owned by me. All I own is a 24 value pack of ramen, a Konoha headband thingy, and an odd, a very very very, very odd mind.

Gaara will be OOC, mainly because I never really liked Gaara and like it better when he's OOC, and not a sadistic piss ant. No offence, cause he's cool and all, but... yeah. IC Gaara scares me...

It scared me deeply that he was there that night. I stiffened up, and lowered my breaths, as if I stopped breathing all together. I got as far away from him as I could, and could only pray that the sound of my pencil on the paper wouldn't annoy him too greatly. I had to make this drawing perfect, that way if it did annoy him, I wouldn't be wasting my last moments on earth drawing something crappy.

I let myself look up at him. I wouldn't move, even though I was scared shitless. He was the one who chose to sit by me, so obviously he didn't care that I was here... or maybe he was trying to make a point. Either way, I was staying. Probably not the wisest thing to have done.

I thought maybe you'd leave after a while, you know. Like, leave, as in you wouldn't be sitting at the fountain any more. But you didn't. You stayed. For a very long time. And I wouldn't leave until you did. Even if meant missing the One am-6am Powerpuff girls marathon.

If I left, you'd feel that you had won, and I didn't want that. I wasn't weak just for being an artist. Any Shinobi would leave right away, fearing you. Perhaps that's cause they're smarter than me, but I would still stay here and that was final.

I began to sketch the outline of his head, because he had a very beautiful face. And at the moment, I saw no malice inside of it. My shoulders relaxed just a bit, but not enough to say I was truly comfortable with the situation. What with me, just a simple artist, and him, being... well, him, and the fact that we were sitting not more than four feet from each other.

As I was drawing him, shading the circles around his eyes, I wondered why he was –in- Konoha anyways. I cringed. The last time this maniac was here.... I didn't want to think about it.

He had killed one of my friends, not a very close one, but still someone worthy of being sad. Sure, the friend had been a pedophile gambler who had drugged my brother into sleeping with him and then killed my dog... ok, so maybe I'm not too sad about that particular guy getting killed, but the fact that there was death in general made me hate the red headed kid who sat next to me. However beautiful he was.

I acted like I didn't know who he was, and tried to spark up conversation. Perhaps that's all he needed, someone to be loved by. ((Like a bunch of rabid fan girls... p))

"So, you're from the sand? Is it nice up there?"

"No," he answered, his voice was monotone and made me cringe.

"So you like it down here better?" I asked, shading in the black mix of lack of sleep and eyeliner/paint.

"No," he said again, and crossed his arms.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked.

"No," he said again. I bit my lip. I wasn't getting very far, but at least he didn't seem to want to kill me. He looked up at the moon,

"I'd say it's about two am," he said. I smiled to myself,

"Thanks... why aren't you in bed?" I asked. He glanced up at me. Stupid thing to say, since I was probably only about two or three years older than him.

"I don't sleep, so going to bed would be pointless,"

"I guess that's a reasonable enough answer," I said. He narrowed his eyebrows,

"I could ask you the same question." He told me. I gulped.

"But you aren't going to because you don't care," I told him. He raised an eyebrow.

"You've got my interest," he said, and his voice scared the piss out of me. I chewed on the skin of my lip, and fearfully said,

"The night sky is more beautiful than the day sky, so I want to see it instead," I told him. My tooth ripped through the flesh of my lip and I tasted blood.

He nodded, but I was sure he unsure of what I meant by my answer.

I wondered what life was like through his tainted eyes, where there was no time for beauty. I threw my drawing into the fountain, and started a new one. I outlined his face and head again, and made the head barely fitting onto the page. His eyes were wide, and in the reflection of one I drew a sloppy, bloodied up man with blank eyes. The second eye had the reflection of Saturn in it, and in the foreground a rose. I focused mainly on those two aspects on the picture, before continuing on to the less important of his facial features.

I woke up, and the sun was barely peaking over the ridges of the far off mountains. I was still on the edge of the fountain, my head leaning against something...

When I realized what it was, I quickly shuffled away, and apologized over and over again, and then ran way. I noticed when I got home I had left my large sketch pad at the fountain. At first I was afraid that my crush would see the things I drew of him, and my gay friend who was a year younger than me would see what I had drawn of him and that good looking Hyuuga guy.

Wait... I drew something last night that I didn't want anyone to see either; I couldn't think of what it was.

Shit... he'd see it. He'd see it, and he'd kill me... and then he'd eat my dead body and feed it to his cat, and his siblings too.

The door bell rang and I heard a soft thud. I answered the door, and looked around, my sketch book had been delivered, and the maniac kid was walking down the steps that led to the... "no-longer-in-the-apartment-complex" area. I flipped through the pages to find the latest page, the drawing of him, ripped out. I smiled, hoping it was what I thought it was. I hoped that he liked the sketch. I hoped he didn't come back to kill me when I was married with kids of my own.

I hoped he found his happiness. And I hoped this chapter would end. Oh look, it did!

Ok, I see a whole lot wrong with this chapter. Like the fact that she was ABLE to even fall asleep with her head on his shoulder. And the fact that she wasn't instantly killed. And yeah. But I hope people like it.

Next chapter: LEE! Cause Lee is so effing cool! ::Hugs a Lee plushie:: WHEE LEE! ....sorry.