So here I go, adding to the massive amount of AU Neji/Gaara fics. Yay?
This is actually my first Naruto story, and beware of OOCness. I find it hard to keep characters that aren't my own, in character. So yeah. /
I don't own Naruto.
Dear Diary,
I find that every time I close my eyes, I'm seeing white.
Not like white walls, white eyes.
Just staring right back at me.
I wonder if it has anything to do with that boy I ran into the other day, Oh do I wish I could get him out of my head, his eyes.
I just want to go back to seeing black.
I'm glad I don't sleep, my dreams would be hell.
The petite redhead slowly closed his journal, setting it on his nightstand, and flopping onto his back in a relaxed position on top his neatly made covers. He stared mindlessly up at the ceiling, for what seemed like hours to him, minutes to the rest of the world.
"I wonder if it's time to 'wake up'…" He spoke, suddenly, to no one as he rose to his knees, peering out the window above his bed with bored, aqua eyes. ((An: I realize they're like…aquamarine but, Aqua is easier to deal with.)) The rising sun had become a bore to him, for it did the same thing every single time, no matter where you were, though he made it like a ritual to watch it every morning. Go figure.
"Damn, it's getting closer ….." He whispered, eyes now scanning the streets as they slowly came to life ,the early workers emerging from their houses, drowsy and hating life, most likely. They always had been back in Suna. See, his family had moved to this insanity pit of a town named Konoha a little under two weeks ago and, lucky him, it was finally his first day of school. He was just short of excited.
He hated starting at new schools; it was always the same. Go unnoticed, Except of course by those wonderful few that like to experiment if it's possible to fit someone in a locker or not. Guess who was their Guinea pig.
Everything was so routine.
He let a sigh escape his pale lips as he came down from the position on he knees, Rising off his bed completely and making his way to the bathroom. He flipped the switch, and stared at the reflection in the mirror before him. He felt that every flaw was over done. He was too thin, His hair too red, His skin too pale, His entire body just too….unsatisfying for him. Not to mention he had huge bags under his eyes. He sighed once more, picking up a small stick of eyeliner, proceeding to hide the signs of insomnia. He figured wearing eyeliner was slightly less embarrassing, yet he would sometimes ponder if not wearing it would make people leave him alone. Maybe they'd think him crazy. Hm. What a thought. 'Maybe I should try that….' though he quickly brushed the idea away, going back the applying the thick lines.
Thought of as crazy, might be worse.
An alarm, a crash, and an annoyed grunt signaled that his brother was waking up, and he slumped his way back to his room, as to not get in the way. He didn't need confrontation today. No more than he might get from said 'Experimenters'.
He fell stomach first onto his bed, letting out another sigh. He dared to close his eyes, but like it had been all night, they shot back open, seeing the dread white.
"Damn eyes." He glared at the wall, as if doing so would make things better, slowly plotting a way in his head to find said boy, and cut out his hellish eyes.
A scream from his sister, and a loud protest from his brother signaled the official start of the day.
R.o.u.t.i.n.e
He sighed for the umpteenth time that morning, his anxiety already starting to form in his stomach, fluttering around like butterflies. Picking up his journal, he flipped to a blank page.
Dear Diary,
If I don't return to write in you tonight, it means I've died.
And so that was the first chapter-like thing. I realize it's short, but it's really just a kind of prologue, I guess. I swear in will get better, I'm never good at starting things off. Expect the next chapter soon, and expect it to be much longer.
I promise. (:
And I apologize for any spelling/Grammar mistakes not caught.