Half Pain
A/n: Woot, new SasuGaa fic. I'm sorry to say Mad World is dead, big apologies to all those you have been loyal and reviewed though all the chapters, but its time for me to move on. Hope you enjoy.
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A red haired figure with a backpack slung over one shoulder trudged groggily down a dark street. All activity had ceased here hours ago. Tired the figure collapsed on a park bench, bag sliding down to the grimy sidewalk. "Shit" he muttered to himself before being enveloped by sleep. Illuminated by the faint glow of a dust-encased streetlight that flickered erratically as moth aimlessly buzzed around it.
The next morning, Haku, the owner of a nearby thrift shop noticed a familiar red head outside. Going and leaning over the bench he smiled happily as tired black rimmed eyes stared up at him. " Hey, Gaara."
"Hey." Gaara replied sleepily. " How can you be so cheerful in the morning?"
" I guess I'm just a morning person. Why don't you come inside?" Gaara stood sleepily and followed Haku inside his Thrift shop and up stairs to the spare rooms he had fashioned into a type of apartment, Haku grabbed a couple of sodas as Gaara collapsed in a chair.
" So what happened?"
" Me and dad got into it last night. Long story short he kicked my ass out."
"Really? Your dad kicked you out?"
" Yeah. That bastard is crazy." Gaara replied taking a lazy sip from a soda.
" Well you can stay here if you like, I don't mind."
" Ok, but let me work in your shop some. I hate having to free load off of you all the time."
" If you want I'm not going to stop you. Take a shower and take it easy today though, you had a rough night."
Haku left and went downstairs to open the shop for the day. Gaara finished his soda and walked over to the couch and collapsed into heap. To tired to do anything else he let a more comfortable sleep take him over.
()()() Next day at school ()()()
People swarmed in the hallways as Gaara wove his way to his locker, spun in the combination and gathered the things he would need for the next few classes. Naruto strolled up behind him with a mouth full of granola. " Yo, What up Gaara." Gaara gave him a blank stare before slamming his locker shut and walking away. Naruto followed him though the halls to their first class. "Bad night last night? You seem more Gaara-ish then usual."
" Put lightly." Gaara replied.
" What happened?"
"…"
" Come on tell me."
"…."
" Come on!"
"…."
" I'll shut up if you do!"
" My dad kicked me out."
" Man! That sucks!"
The two walked into World History class and took their seats. Naruto hung over Gaaras desk, and continued to talk regardless of what he had said. Gaara put up with Naruto most of the time, and gave him a slight idea of what was going on in his life, but never anything huge or reveling. Naruto was annoying, loud, and stupid at times; but it was always nice having someone to talk to.
" So do you have a place to stay? You can always stay at my place if you want."
" No, I have a place."
" Ok."
At that moment Sasuke walked in, surrounded by a pack of rabid fan girls. He just glared at them and walked over to where Naruto and Gaara were.
" Hey."
" Hey, Sasuke."
Gaaras POV
" Hi." I mutter quietly. Sasuke is more Naruto's friend; but since Naruto seems to hang onto me like a leech I seem to spend a lot of time around Sasuke. That in itself is like a cruel heaven. Since I knew of the Uchiha's existence I have had a heart-wrenching crush on him. But I know I can't have him, I never could, and he would never want me. He has fan girls hanging over him all the time, if he wanted someone he has several more then willing patrons. Who would want me anyway? I am just this weak, defenseless little freak that can't deal with his own pain with out razors or pills, that just take it all away. But in the past few weeks the fulfillment my mind gives me is enough. Nothing can go wrong in my mind unless I let it, and in my mind everything is perfect.
"…so anyway I heard of this really cool dude who does pricing and tattoos and crap for cheap with out the parental consent and stuff." Naruto is going on about some strange scheme again. I really would like to find out where he learns this stuff. " You want a Tattoo, right Gaara?"
" Yeah."
" Ok! Cool! I want to get my ear pierced. So how about Saturday night we meet up by that reggae shop and I'll show y'all were it is."
" Alright."
" I'll go." Sasuke states plainly, " Can't get any body work done though, my brother would kill me. Slow and painfully. But I'll tag along. Better then sitting at home on my ass."
" Ok, Saturday. Reggae shop. 8:30. See you then." Everyone then took their seats as the teacher walked in and went to the board, quickly writing a short phrase for the class to read and then demanding our homework. I sigh heavily and fish it out of my bag, preparing for the bad grade I know it deserves.
()()() Later, still gaara POV ()()()
" I'm back." I say in a louder then usual tone to alert Haku to my presence.
" Oh hey. Nice day at school?"
" Yeah. Naruto found a tattoo artist that will ink for cheap."
" Cool, you going to get one?"
" Probably."
" I pulled out the extra mattress and laid it in my room so you don't have to sleep on the couch."
"Thanks."
" Won't be here tonight. Zabuza wanted me."
" Ok."
" Well take care." Haku grabbed a few things and headed out the door. Haku works really hard, I feel guilty free loading off of him as much as I do. But Haku doesn't make me feel bad about, in fact he is the most maternal figure in my life. I mean that in the best of all possible way, considering the lack of good people in my life; and the fact that Haku has a liking of cross dressing. But that's beside the point.
Hakus room is similar to many others, white walls covered in posters, floor covered in clothes, two mattresses lying on the floor. I sit on one of them and take out my schoolbooks and start to do the required reading, but my mind wanders elsewhere. Like to what design for the tattoo I want, I haven't put much thought into, since I never thought I would get one till I was 18. Really, what to get, such a hard question. I want something that will scream out my soul to the world in a simple design of flesh and ink, which will be with me for the rest of my night.
Suddenly it hits me, I pull out one of my many notebooks and turn to a page halfway though it, to the most beautiful page. The Asian character 'Ai'; love, written in my blood, scrawled across the page. Love is all I ever really wanted in my life, that page was created from the angst of love I will never have. That will be my tattoo, and I will get it on my forehead for all the world to see.
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Yay! Such a nice first chapter I think. I don't know how I thought of it but I thought of giving an AU twist to how Gaara got his Tattoo. Going to have to look up some stuff on tattoo so I get it all accurate. And I sort of got the ideafor Gaara living with Haku from the fic School Of Freaks, go read it its good; and Haku is supposed to be older then Gaara just so you know. Well review my loves!
B/N: Very good chapter…only 2 mistakes. REVIEW PEOPLE! Plzzzz!