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A/n: Wow, it took me a month to write this crappy little chapter. I promise I'll update sooner next time!
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Gaaras POV" Hey, shouldn't you be meeting people right now?" Haku commented as him and I sat on the couch watching some action movie with lots of low budget effects on a lazy Saturday night. Waiting for 8:30 to roll around so I can go out and get inked.
" Not till eight thirty." I motioned towards the clock on top of the TV, " Its only 7:20."
" Nope it's actually 8:20, that clocks off an hour."
" The fuck?"
" Sorry I didn't tell you."
" Don't worry about it." I darted off the couch and darted out the door and out into the street, the reggae shop isn't too far from Hakus shop; but I don't think I will make it on time. After sprinting for a few blocks I slow down out of breath, I am so pathetically out of shape. So as I continue to walk down the street I start to look around and notice all the decorative graffiti scrawled across the walls. The reggae shop, and Haku's, are in the artsy district; all the cool artist and local bands hang out here, and some people just sit around staring into space taking in the atmosphere. It's been a while since I've been down this way.
After catching my breath I stand up and keep running, only to trip over a something a few feet away, and fall flat on my face. Fuck it, I'm going to lay here for a while. Why the hell am I so tired today? Hmmm…..did I even eat anything today? Or sleep?…..Yeah that is probably why. I should really start taking better care of myself.
" Yo, Gaara!" An all to familiar voice called to me. I titled my head to see Naruto come running up the street in my direction, followed by Sasuke. I quickly stand up and brush the dirt off my clothes. "I slipped" I mutter.
" We were wondering about you man. We were about to come and get you!"
" Sorry the clock was wrong."
" So where are we off to now?" Sasuke cuts in.
" Follow me my homies!" Naurto bellowed and started walk off in a seemingly random direction.
" Homies?" Sasuke looks at me with a skeptical look, I mearly shrug in reply before we both start to follow Naruto. I'm fighting a losing battle with a blush forcing its way to my face. Though I have no clue what I am embarrassed about; maybe Sasuke seeing me laying face down on a sidewalk, or more likely embarrassed just to be around him. Erg! This is so confusing! Maybe I should start talking or something, so I don't seem like a quiet little freak.
" Ear muffs?" Sasukes voice breaks though my wall of thought, looking curiously at the designs I had drawn on my hand earlier. At least I don't have to start a conversation now.
" Cherita wore ear muffs in that movie Donnie Darko. Cherita was cool."
" So that explains the 'were is Donnie?' written on your arm."
" Yeah. Don't know why I put that."
" I should see that movie sometime."
" You should."
Silence follows, Such an engaging conversation. But being me, I'm too nervous to start up a new conversation. So I let the silence engulf as we walk silently behind naruto; listening to naruto rant to himself; completely aware neither of us are listening or care.
" If y'all are wondering where the fuck were going, we're almost there." Naruto calls out to us before going on about some topic involving ramen and other topics that many people wouldn't care about or notice, but have significant value to him.
Surveying the surroundings, I have an idea of where we are. The really artsy district of the city. The graffiti covered walls, in all their colorful glory, are enough to make someone feel like they are on an acid trip. Like the one that my eyes on transfixed on, of the smiling mushroom that looks like it was exposed to too much radiation. I should have know I would have been dragged here for a tattoo.
" So… what sort of design are you getting inked?" Sasuke tries at another conversation. I almost reach for the design in my pocket, but I hesitate before I pull it out. Showing someone a design drawn in your own blood isn't one of the smartest things to do. Probably worse if it isn't your own blood.
" Uh…I was thinking something like an Asian character or something. On my forehead probably."
"Forehead? Strange place."
" Yeah."
" But cool."
" Thanks."
Once again silence becomes our constant companion as we walk. Until Naruto shatters it announcing that we have arrived. We're standing in front of a big old building that looks like it's about to fall down. Naruto pushes open the door and Sasuke follows. For a moment I stand outside and look, before following in suit.
I think I have been here before, it's a sort of café; but this crowd is a lot different then what I see though the week. Usually it's just the emo high school kids sitting around drinking coffee writing angsty poetry and talking with friends. The night group scattered around the café now is a different crowd; less books and more leather. Cigarette smoke hangs in a thick fog about 4 feet off the floor; about a dozen halogen lamps on the dark ceiling provide the only illumination. An upside down field of miniature searchlights cutting though nicotine fog. It's hard to see across the room, yet Naruto keeps leading us until we reach a door and pass into a completely different universe.
This is a calm, clear room; a few people sit around lazily, looking half asleep. One includes a woman with tattoos littering her entire body. She looks up and smiles at us.
" Hey Naruto. I was startin' to wonder where ya were!"
" Oh, we came alright. These are my friends! Gaara and Sasuke." He points to Sasuke and I at the mention of our names.
The woman stands up and stretches, her shirt riding up to expose even more tattoos on her stomach. "So any of y'all getting any tattoos or shit done?"
" I want a tattoo."
" Great, I'll get you set up in just a minute!"
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A/n: Crappy chappie, I know. Nothing really happened, at all. Oh well I'll make the next chapter better. Review please and love and ramen to all.
B/N: Kellie here. I hope I got all the errors, I have to leave like, right now. Yay for chibi tsu-chan, review.