A/N Finally the chapter is up! Hallelujah! Sasuke is feeling completely exposed and uber-angsty! His love for Gaara is out! No! What will he do? Will he and Gaara make up? Read on to find out more…P.S Sorry it's so late, I've had a busy week…or maybe I'm just terrible at updating XD. Thanks to the reviewers..I love y'all:

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The Five Stages of Grief

Depression

It's out. Everyone knows. The whole of freaking Konoha knows that I'm gay. And I have now discovered that Konoha residents aren't too friendly towards homosexuals. All of my previous fangirls give me dirty looks when they see me, no-one will talk to me. Kankuro and Temari have gone absolutely ballistic. Apparently, I have defiled their poor innocent Gaara. I realise this is what Gaara must've felt like his whole life. I really don't know how he coped with it all, the loneliness, the dirty looks, the feeling of none-existence. But that's not the worst part. Itachi knows.

I'm lying here on my bedroom floor, clutching at my stomach. After Itachi's fifth kick I felt too dizzy to keep on counting. I can't move properly, I've been hit all over. Let's just say Itachi wasn't too pleased about my new found gayness. He punched and kicked me so many times I just couldn't retaliate. He was so fast, yet so brutal. I crawl slowly over to the bedroom door, and manage to force it open. I raise my head, and see Itachi staring down at me in disgust.

"You little bastard." And with that, he kicked me forcefully and stormed away. I heard the front door slam, then burst into tears. This wasn't like me, but I just couldn't hold them back. I just felt so ANGRY. At Sakura, Kankuro, Temari, Itachi…pretty much everyone I knew. Except for Gaara. I still loved him, I couldn't deny that. I crawled into the bathroom, with the intention of cleaning my face, but then I saw it. The razor. It was just sitting on the side of the sink, and before I realised what I was doing, I grabbed it and buried it into my wrist, attacking myself again and again, the pain overriding my anger and sadness. I slashed at my skin over and over, until all I saw was red. Blood. My blood. Then I blacked out.

I opened my eyes, and blinked slowly. Where was I? I looked around, and realised I was lying down on my bed. I twisted my head to the side, and saw a pair of huge green eyes peering worriedly at me. Gaara.

"Sasuke! You're ok!" Wow..was Gaara actually using emotion?

"Gaa..Gaara..what..are..you doing..in my..house?" Ouch…I was really weak and it was difficult to speak.

"I let myself in. I wanted to see you, and there was no answer" He said simply. His gaze lowered to my arms, and then I remembered what I had been doing. Shit. Gaara was going to think I was some loser who self-harms all the time. I looked down at my wrists, and noticed they were wrapped up in bandages. He must've found me, looked after me. But now he just stared down at me, with sadness in his eyes

"Gaara…I…it's not what you thi"

"Shhh Sasuke. I understand" He gave a small smile then rolled up his black, long-sleeved top. I stared in amazement as I saw the thin red lines that crossed over his wrists.

"It just…gets too much to handle sometimes. Do you agree Sasuke?" I just nodded in agreement, too shocked at the fact that Gaara had shown me this private part of his life.

"Sasuke? Do you ever feel like you are completely alone in the world" Gaara turned his worried face to my tired one. I paused, and thought about it. Really, the only time when I didn't feel alone was when I was with Gaara.

"Gaara. I always feel alone…even though I have people surrounding me every day. The only time I don't feel like that is when I am with you." I looked up at Gaara, wondering if that was the right thing to say. What if he thought it was stupid? What if he left? What would I do? I opened my mouth to try and say something to make my proclamation seem less stupid, when Gaara put his hand over my mouth, stopping the words,

"There is no need to say more Sasuke. You must rest now, and regain your strength. I shall stay here and watch over you" He looked so sweet as he said it, a blush creeping up his cheeks

"That is, if you want me to, of course" I just nodded again, too tired to speak. I tried to raise my arm to his face, to stroke his hair, to touch him, to make him feel loved, but I was too weak. My arm flopped pathetically back down to my side. Gaara seemed to realise what I wanted, and bent down to lightly caress my lips with his own. He was such a beautiful kisser.

He drew back, and smiled at me once more

"Rest now Sasuke. Things will seem better in the morning."

-The next day-

I awoke pretty early, about seven-ish. I rolled over in bed and found Gaara peering down at me intently.

"Gaara? How long have you been here?" I felt puzzled. Why didn't he just leave once I was asleep? Did he really care about me that much?

"All night. I didn't want to leave you" He stated simply. Then he continued, a bemused smile playing at his lips,

"Did you know that you talk in your sleep" Oh. Shit. Right, uhhhh, just play it cool.

"Um…really? That's strange" Slightly stuttered but I'm doing well.

"Something along the lines of 'Oh, yes Gaara, that feels so good! Yes, yes, YES' if you really wanted to know" Gaara smile had now stretched fully across his face. Damn. I'm practically having wet dreams about him.

"Oh…it must've been someone else…" Yeah right.

"But of course. Now you must get dressed. We're going out." Ooh! That was random.

I got up from my bed. I still felt slightly wobbly on my feet, but I was ok. I felt miles better, and suddenly I realised I didn't care what anyone thought about us. It's love. We can't help it.

We left the house after Gaara helped me change. I managed my underwear myself thankfully. We walked down the street, holding hands and smiling at each other. It felt so right. Several people stared at us, and some people gave us dirty looks, but I didn't care. I considered leaping onto the nearest wall and screaming 'We're here; we're queer, get over it!' But ultimately I decided not to. I was with Gaara, and that was all that mattered. We passed Sakura, and I stopped, wondering what she would do. She stared at us, with hatred in her eyes, and then walked away. Oh well. I never really liked her anyway.

Gaara and I spent the whole afternoon together, walking hand in hand down the bustling streets of Konoha. One woman even smiled at us, communicating the fact that she accepted us. I love people like that. The kind of people who can understand that it's not who you love. It's the fact that you love them. And I love Gaara.

A/N YAY! Only one more chapter to go people! Next chapter - finally, all of Sasuke's grief disappears as at long last he accepts his love for Gaara! SQUEE! Go on, review and make my day…you know you want to XD