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The Five Stages of Grief

Anger

What right does he have? Really? I mean, he storms around Konoha like some bad-ass wannabe, acting like he owns the place. He barely talks and yet people still want to know all about him. He's like this mysterious person that everyone is intrigued about. But they're frightened of him too. You can see it in their eyes. They're all scared of him. We all know the story of his past, the murder and conspiracy. How the hell can I fall for him? How could he let me? The stupid idiot. He doesn't even live here. He's from Suna, the village of sand. Everyone is terrified of Gaara, even Kankuro and Temari, and they're his siblings for God's sake! Why the hell should I go out with the local village psychopath? He's got no right. No right to look so goddamn fucking cute every single time I see him. I HATE him. No, I don't. Oh shit I'm confused. And it's all Gaara's fault. Why can't he just mind his business and keep out of my way. I have way too much on my hands, what with practising ninjutsu and getting ready for my jônen exams. I do NOT need Gaara hanging around the place, putting me of my studies. I'll show him. When I next see him, I'll tell him what I really think of him. Smarmy bastard.

-The next day-

Well. I'm walking through the forest. I always find that the smell helps clear my mind, and it really does need some serious clearing right now. I stumble over an outstretching root and land unceremoniously in the mud. Great. Just great. As I roll over to get back up I notice two sandaled feet stood next to my head. Damn. Is Gaara following me? Why do I always have to look so idiotic every time I see him? I sort of roll around and get onto my knees. I am now in the opposite direction to Gaara. At least I can't see his face. That way, I can actually remember what I need to say to him. I hear a shuffling, the Gaara comes into view. He kneels down right in front of me, his serious face looking up into mine. Shit. I hate it when he does that weird staring thing. All I can think about are those beautiful eyes, like sea-green pools of water I would gladly swim in forever. No. I leap up and look away from him, physically shaking my head as I try to clear my thoughts. Gaara stands up to, and I sense his confusion radiating in waves around me.

"Sasuke-kun. I said we would meet soon. But why will you not face me?" He sounded hurt, and upset. It broke my heart, but then I remembered how screwed up he had made me, and all of my pent-up anger unleashed itself in a ball of hot fury.

"Why? WHY? I'll tell you why, you little bastard. It's because you're fucking with my brain, that's why. You're a stupid little loser and everyone hates you because you're a creepy little murderer. You're such an arse. I hate you. I hate you!" Woah…that was pretty harsh, even for me. I heard an intake of breath, and finally forced myself to turn round and look properly at Gaara. I pivoted slowly on the spot, breathing heavily from my outburst. Then Gaara appeared in my view. His head was bowed down, his hands clasped together protectively. He looked so small and scared I almost hugged him. But then I remembered myself, and stood my ground, willing myself not to make the first move. Nothing. I waited several minutes, both of us just standing there, facing, but not looking at each other. The suspense was unbearable. I finally snapped.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" I glared down at the top of Gaara's head, forcing myself not to reach out and stroke it. Gaara said nothing, but raised his head to meet mine. His eyes were blacker than usual, and I realised it was because his eyeliner had run. Then I noticed the tear running the length of Gaara's face. Gaara was crying. I stepped back quite literally at the shock of this. He was crying! Gaara never cried. Ever. I didn't think it was possible. Jesus, I feel really bad now. I can't win. Gaara gazed into my eyes. The hurt he was suffering was obvious. His tear-stained face looked so sweet I just wanted to kiss him there and then, to make the pain go away. But as I was thinking of doing just that, Gaara began to speak.

"I…I thought you were different Sasuke. I thought you understood. It seems I was wrong. I…am always wrong. And I am a murderer. Nothing else. Good…goodbye Sasuke" My heart felt like it would split in two as I listened to him choking the words out. Then he turned and walked away, head bowed, body drooping. He looked like a wilted flower.

"Gaara, wait! I…I…" I couldn't carry on. His petite figure got smaller and smaller, until he disappeared out of sight. I raised a hand to my own cheek, and found it was also wet. I was crying. Over Gaara. I felt so bad, so evil. How could I have done that to him? I know I was angry, but that was taking it too far. I sighed theatrically and made my way home. I couldn't stop thinking about Gaara face, and how shocked he looked. He must've really believed in me. I should be relieved, I mean, Gaara is never going to speak to me again. But somehow, I just feel worse. This isn't right.

A/N – OHEMGEE I had to write that seriously speedily, in fear of people attacking me for my slowness to update! Please tell me in reviews if I have made any serious mistakes. Although I beg you not to flame, contructive criticism is always welcome. So here it is people. Don't you just feel terrible for Gaara…I do! Awww -hugs Gaara- 'don't worry Gaara. I love you!' XD cheese! Please R&R. I need 10 reviews before the next chapter shall be posted Muahahahaaaa that means 6 more reviews for those of you that can't count. Meheheheee D