Disclaimer: I do in fact own Naruto. Well that's what my dreams tell me. (looks at lawyers) Lawyers: (shakes head). Well ok I don't, but I wish I did. Oh the song in here is by Green Day "Give Me Novocain"

A/N: I am a little disappointed with reviews. I have done the math. For every 30 people that read my story I get 1 review. I do love y'all that do review thought thank ya! Oh and I cannot forget to send out thank-ya's to my oh-so-wonderful BETA reader Junsui Kegasu. Thank-ya! Thank-ya!

Warnings: standards apply. This is rated M. Contains abuse, drug use, yoai... humm and whatever else I decide to fucking throw you. Oh, language.

Last time

Sakura got the shit knocked out of her, and blacked out.

Chapter Three: Bruises and Flashbacks

Sakura awoke, she was on the floor, but this was all her sleepy mind could comprehend before the electrifying pain took over her body. Suddenly everything from the previous night came back. She began to cough, trying to keep quiet. The last thing she needed was Jin to wake up. Her body hurt enough as it is because of him. She didn't need anything else tonight.

The coughing fit continued soon a warm metallic taste filled her mouth. Blood poured from her soft lips, staining them burgundy. Her body was retching uncontrollably, it was at this moment that the pain from her ribs made itself known. Gasping for air at the sheer feeling, the coughing stopped.

Sakura got up making her way to the bathroom to sum up the damage. She knew it was bad, she could feel it through her body. Every move felt like it was killing her, inside, and out. Eventually, she made it there. Flipping on the light switch, she hesitated.

Sakura really did not want to look at her face; out of the corner of her eye she saw the new bruise. It covered her entire cheek. Now no matter how good Sakura was with make-up, there was no hiding this. Not even her hair could cover it, well not without looking like "cousin It"!

Sakura leaned over the sink. She hissed when her ribs barely grazed the counter. She removed her shirt, and there it was, from her chest down was black and blue swollen. She took this time to look at the rest of her top half. Bruises were everywhere. Some from the beating that she remembered, other probably were formed some time after she passed out. Sakura felt something tickle the back of her neck. Reaching back, a wet substance graced her fingers, blood. Sakura began to panic; there was no way she would go to the hospital!

'Oh my god! No, this isn't happening. If I go to the hospital they will know what happened, and if they don't know what happened they will ask. If they ask, and I lie, they will know. If they know then they will tell. If they tell...Oh god!'

Sakura began to have a panic attack. Her breathing became harsh, and raspy. It was worse due to the fact that she was sure that some ribs were bruised if not broken. She sprinted to the toilet, not that it was much of a run, about two steps. Facing the toilet bowl she began to dry heave. Sakura's stomach had no food in it so nothing was there to be emptied. After sitting on the floor, wondering what she was going to do about her head, as the bleeding had not stopped yet. Her hand graced a small slip of paper.

'Wake me up inside. Wake me up inside. Call my name and save me from the da--"

"Hello?" A very groggy voice, that actually sounded very irritated the he had been woken up. There was silence that filled the other end. "Hello?" This time it was awake, and the sound of irritation grew to anger. "Listen if this is a jo--"

"I'm sorry Sasuke, I didn't mean to wake you." Sakura's voice came out shaken, and unsteady. "Never-mind, just go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you."

It took a minute for Sasuke to realize who it was. "Oh, Sakura. I'm sorry I didn't know it was you. What's wrong?" Sasuke knew there was something wrong he could here it in her voice.

"Oh, um, well I was wondering... You know what? Never mind"

"No. What is it?"

"Um... well. I was taking a walk last night. OK it wasn't last night it was about an hour ago, and I kind of got mugged. I don't want to go to the hospital. Don't ask why. I just don't want to go." Sakura's mind was racing. 'I hope he bought that lie.'

"What? Are you OK?" Sasuke was jumping out of bed. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and a tank top. Snatching up his keys he ran for the door. He was in his car before he got his reply.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just have this cut on my head, and I can't see it. Well I know it's bleeding but that's it I don't know anything else."

"Oh. Why don't you get Jin to look at it?" Sasuke knew that it was stupid to say that, partially because he suspected Jin of doing this in the first place. He could almost feel Sakura cringe on the other end.

"N-n-n-no!" Sakura panicked before realizing that she needed to calm down so she wouldn't have another attack. "Me and him aren't on good terms right now. You know, after the fight we had after you left."

"Oh. Ok. Well, why don't you lay down in your room?" Sasuke was going to come over and surprise her. He was surprised that she didn't here the car start, or the door slam on her end of the phone.

"Alright, Sasuke. I think that would be the best thing right now anyways." Sakura wanted to talk to him longer, but he did have school tomorrow. So did she, but the way she looked it wasn't possible for her to go and not have a few eyebrows rise.

Hanging up the phone, Sakura made her way to her bedroom to lie down. She had gotten a towel to put around her head so that the blood did not soak her sheets. Five minutes later, her eyes began to close, weather it be from blood loss or lack of sleep Sakura didn't know, and didn't care. 'I hope I never wake up to this ever again.'

Darkness filled the room. The only thing that remained seen was a faint glow coming from the corner. Deep green eyes searched for something, anything that would tell them where they were. "Gaara." His ears knew that voice. It came out soft, and barely noticeable, but it was still heard. "Gaara." There it was again. Gaara walked toward the place where he thought the voice was coming from. The faint glows became brighter and deeper in color. He could barely make out the color as he walked toward the voice.

"Gaara. Why?"

'Why? Why what?' Gaara could not comprehend the words that were being spoken to him.

"Why?" This was all he could make out; anything else that was spoken came out muffled.

Gaara walked closer, the voice was coming from the same spot as the crimson glow. He hesitated, not knowing if he really wanted to go any farther. Squinting his eyes he made out two figures. One seemed so full of light; the other was dark, almost dead. He was not a curious person, but that voice, he knew that he had to make sure. The dark figure slowly walked away.

"Wait! You never answered me." The voice came out stronger then before, and he knew. That was Neji's voice. He was sure of it this time. The dark figure slowly continued his walk, never turning back. Gaara's curiosity took over.

'Neji, there is something wrong with him.' His voice came out pained and weak when Gaara heard him speak. He walked a little bit faster. There in front of him was a sight that Gaara never wanted to be real. Neji was lying there in front of him, crimson liquid staining his already pale skin. His cloths were ripped and torn from his body, leaving him in just a pair of tattered pants. Blood had stained his entire being. Gaara could not look at this sight and turned away.

"Gaara." He looked back at the figure, but could not bring himself to meet those light eyes. "Why?"

His eyes shot up to meet the pale, almost lifeless eyes that were trying to look at him. Neji's eyes could no longer focus on the outside world from what Gaara could tell, but he tried in vain to make out the redhead, squinting to make him come into view. Gaara knelt beside him; he was mumbling something that couldn't be made out.

There he sat in a pool of his beloved's blood bringing his ear to Neji's lips. With his hand around Gaara's neck to support him he spoke. "Why? Why did you kill me?"

Gaara pulled back at this statement and took in the full concept that was going on. Neji was lying there, broken and on the verge of his last few breathes. 'I did this? How could I have done this?' Gaara was so lost in his own thoughts he almost missed the brunette's last words. "I loved you." Neji drifted off into his everlasting slumber, never to wake.

Gaara shot up out of his bed. "Why? Why do I keep having that dream" Gaara didn't want to think that his dream was part of his past. Now he was not one to be superstitious or anything like that, and he knew that there was no way he would literally kill Neji. There was something in the back of his head that said that he would hurt him, and Gaara just couldn't stand to see that boy hurt.

Beneath his stoic frame lay turmoil beyond anyone's comprehension. Not even Neji knew what went on in that boys head all the time. It was true he had gotten a look into Gaara's darker side a few times. It was a rare occasion that it was seen just for the simple fact that he was finally starting to feel something other then anger, and paranoia with Neji at his side. Gaara really didn't want to mess it up. The voices that were there from time to time never came when Neji was around.

'That's because we don't like him.'

Now Gaara was extremely tired, and began to look around the room for the people that spoke to him. "Huh?"

'We don't like Neji. The little brunette is bad for us.'

'What do you mean "us"? This didn't seem to strange, as Gaara had been used to the voices carrying on conversations in his head.

'Neji chases us away. We don't like to go away, it makes us mad.'

"Hn." Gaara got up out of bed. The voices seemed to have stopped. He made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Gaara sat down at the table sipping his glass of water, and thinking. He really didn't know why he kept having that dream. He would sit there and analyze it every time he woke up, but never really getting anywhere with it. Something was preventing him from figuring it out.

He sighed and figured that he would drop his thoughts for now, but subconsciously he continued his analysis. Back in his room, he did the only thing that seemed to bring him peace of mind. Out came his notebook and headphones. He turned on a small light, and began to write the words that flowed from him.

Take away the sensation

Inside my bittersweet migraine in my head

It's like a throbbing toothache of the mind,

I can't take this feeling anymore

Drain the pressure from the swelling

This sensation's over whelming

Give me a long kiss goodnight

And tell me everything will be all right

Tell me that I won't feel a thing

Give me Novocain

Out of body and out of mind

Kiss the demons out of my dreams

I get the funny feeling and that's all right

Drain the pressure from the swelling

This sensation's over whelming

Give me a long kiss goodnight

And everything will be all right

Tell me Neji I won't feel a thing

It amazed him how fast words would come into his head. It had been about twenty minutes and he had already written a whole song. He re-read his words, but he stopped at the last line... he really didn't remember writing Neji's name in the song. Gaara mentally cursed himself. He made a vow that he would never change any words that had been written for the simple fact that his raw feelings came out when he wrote. He did not let them come out on purpose, but subconsciously they would spring to life on the page. He sat there a few more minutes before turning the page, but nothing else would come to him. Gaara closed his book and took out some scratch paper to draw on. He wasn't the best artist, but sometimes he got some really got work done. Tonight was not that night however; it was a night for random doodles with the pen.

A hand slowly grazed her cheek. It was warm and so inviting that she automatically leaned into the touch. Her eyes shot open remembering that the only people that lived here where her, and Jin. However, she was not looking into eyes of fire, but soft black ones.

Sakura sat up rather suddenly, forgetting all the pain, but that lasted for a mere second before she collapsed holding her ribs. Willing the tears in her eyes to recede she looked again at the blackness that consumed her.

"What are you doing here?" She was whispering to her new intruder.

"Well when I got your call I came here because I was concerned. I saw his eyes when I dropped you off. I know he did this to you, so save your lies for someone else." Sasuke spoke calmly at first, but his voice began to rise with anger resonating deeply.

Sakura shrunk back at his tone. He was not mad at her for lying, just mad at what Jin had done to her. Sasuke didn't have many feelings, but looking at her was worse the he had ever seem someone beaten. Her face was swollen and almost unrecognizable. Her whole midsection had the looks of a morbid painting, blue, black, and purple, mixing with the pale flesh tone that was her skin. This thought almost made him blush, he had to pull up her shirt so that he could look at all the damage.

"...Oh. I'm sorry." then it dawned on her, he knew. That meant he was going to tell someone. "Sasuke! Please, don't tell anyone! I don't want anyone to know. If anybody finds out then I will leave, and I can't. I just got to have Hinata, the only person I can count on, back in my life. Please, I can't lose her. Please," she began to sob.

Sasuke got angry at first. 'How could she be so dumb?'

Sakura noticed this look, and knew that she had to continue. "Jin is a very powerful man. He just pays off everyone to get his way. He will do the same thing he did in Tokyo." She took a deep breath, and succumbed to the pain in her ribs once again. "When the neighbors got suspicious they called the police. All Jin did was say he didn't know what they were talking about, and if they let him go they would be rewarded for there understanding. He owns half the fucking police, and the other half knew better then to fuck with him."

Sasuke understood somewhat, but she continued on. "If the police come here to ask questions then he will pay them off. I'm sure he is already on his way to owning everyone in this town." She closed her eyes wishing it would all go away. She hated it when people saw her cry; this made her think that she was weak.

"Alright. You know I really don't want to keep this quiet, but I guess I can respect that." Sasuke really didn't like that, but he knew that she was unstable now. He knew if he tore her away from her one savior she would probably not live long after that. He did decide something, he was going to protect her, and be there for her when he could be. Sakura's emerald eyes lit up, and became ten times brighter.

"Thank-you, Sasuke" She threw herself at him and forgot all of her pain. Sasuke didn't really know what to do. Normally in this situation he would pry the girl off of him, but right now that wouldn't work. So he sat there and wrapped his arms around her neck to return the embrace. Just then the warm liquid graced his hand. Pulling Sakura back he looked at his hands. Sure enough, crimson decorated his creamy skin.

"Sakura, I think we need to fix this. Can you lay down for me?" She nodded in agreement, and lay down on her stomach. Sasuke straddled her backside being careful to not put his weight on her bruised body. , Pushing Sakura's hair to the sides, Sasuke inspected the wound. He was shocked it ran two inches long. It started from the beginning of her hairline to about the middle of her head. "... Um, I think this is going to need to be stitched." Sakura flipped over to face him.

"No! We can't do that! Please, Sasuke, just fix it!" Not really noticing her position, or the pain anymore, Sakura was concentrating on the fear. He let out a long sigh.

"I can do it. I learned how to if you couldn't get to a hospital." Sakura relaxed at this thought, and turned around to resume her previous position "But I'm going to cut some of your hair." He could feel her tense up just a little. "Don't worry. No one will know, it won't be seen.

"Kay." Sakura had calmed down substantially since Sasuke had arrived. "Oh what do you need? I will go get it."

"...Um... Athletic tape, scissors, a wash cloth, and soap and water." Sakura pushed up slightly. Doing this made both of them remember how they were sitting in the first place. "Sorry." Sasuke blushed a little as he climbed off of hr and sat on the bed.

SASUKE POV

I don't understand you at all. I finally know your past, but it just doesn't make any sense. How am I able to read into you so well? No one else seems to notice the underlying actions in you movement. I don't know how I can help you. I don't even know why I care. I have never cared about anyone, or at least let it show. I mean I do care about my friends, but you are different. I have known you for a day, but still here I am at four o'clock in the fucking morning helping you. Why am I helping you? This is so stupid, I'm here helping you try and hide what your "family" has done. I can't stand it! No one really deserves this, especially not you.

I lie down on your bed and wait for you to return. I can smell your tears on the pillows. How many times have you cried? I am beyond crying now. My parents, both of them are gone. I have no one. I do live with my brother, but he speaks to me only when the occasion calls for it.

I can hear the water run, and you should be returning soon. There is only one thing that I can conclude: I am going to be your friend, and protect you when I can. If you ever need anything, I'll be here.

You finally return carrying a small bowl and other supplies for me. All right, if I can help in this way, I will do my best. I get up, allowing you to lie down again. I take my previous spot across your lower back. It's really awkward, but it's the best way to do this.

I push the hair aside to look at the cut once again. It is still bleeding, but the blood has caked and matted itself in your hair. I dip the washcloth in the warm water, and begin to wipe around the wound to rid it of excess blood.

Next, I must cut your hair. I know you don't want me to, but it wont close if you hair is in the way. I take just what I need, and pull your hair back to make sure it will go unnoticed. I am happy with the results.

Rubbing the wet washcloth on the bar of soap, I begin to clean. This way we can avoid an infection. You muffle a gasp as the bitter substance slides into the gash. I feel the need to comfort you. "Sorry" I leaned forward and whisper this into you ear. It seems to work, and you try and hide whatever other pain you feel. After it is clean, I fan it so that it will dry quicker. Cutting a few small pieces of tape, I place them across your head, pulling the gash closed so it will begin to heal.

I pull your hair back down, and I am satisfied. You can't even tell what happened. "Congratulations. It wasn't as bad as I thought, and you can't even tell where I fixed it. You turn around to look at me; you're smiling, actually smiling about this. You sit up with some difficulty, and pull me toward you. "Thank-you" Those words whispered in my ear give me chills. You let go, and I try to get up so that I may return home.

"Don't."

NORMAL POV

"Don't," Sakura almost pleaded to him. "Can you stay here for a little while? I just don't want to be alone right now." Sasuke looked a little agitated, but agreed to stay. "I'll set the alarm so you can leave, in case we both fall asleep." Sasuke nodded and sat down beside the bed.

Sakura got up from her bed and hobbled toward the radio. "I'm sorry, but it's hard to me to sleep without any music."

"It's ok." Sasuke actually didn't mind a little music right now. It would help him relax as well.

Soft music came from the speakers. Sasuke knew the song it was one of his favorites. He began to sing along with the words. "What I really meant to say is I'm sorry for the way I am. I never meant to be so cold."

Sakura could help but giggle. This brought Sasuke back to where he was. He had forgotten that he was in her room.

"Sasuke. My bed is really big. You can lay down if you want." Sakura really didn't mean for it to come out the way it did. Catching herself she added, "I have extra blankets. If you want to lie down."

Sasuke got up and made his way toward the bed. He lay down next to her, and closed his eyes. Soon he felt warmth take over his body, Sakura had pulled a blanket on him. "Can you keep singing? It sounds really good." He cracked his eye open, and there she was smiling at him, waiting for his answer. So he continued.

The alarm went off, and Sasuke was jolted out of bed. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was already seven. Jumping out of the bed, he looked to see where he was.

'This is not my room, and that's not my bed. Oh...shit! Who is that?' Just then, pink hair peeked out of the blanket. He relaxed. Everything from last night came back to him. Just then he remembered he would have to check to make sure the bleeding stopped.

"Sakura. I need you to wake up." He shook her until she started to stir. Gasping as she sat up, it looked as though she might have seen a ghost. Her eyes settled on his pools of darkness. Instantly, she relaxed.

"Oh... It's just you. Well, as you can see I'm not going to school today." Sasuke just shook his head. He had known that last night, but looking at her now it was so obvious. He face wasn't as swollen as it was last night, but the only color that remained on her face was a sickening shade of purple. He nodded to her words just so she would know that he heard.

"Lay down. I need to make sure the bleeding has stopped." Sakura complied with his request and lay on her stomach. Sasuke checked his work and it seemed to him that it would work just fine.

"Alright I'm going to leave now. Call me if you need anything." She smiled and said her thanks. It had to be about the fiftieth time he had heard it since last night.

"Oh, Sakura," he called to her before jumping out her window, "I am going to have to re do that bandage everyday after you take a shower. They don't stick really well when they are wet."

"Oh. Well would I be able to come to your house?"

"Yeah. That would be fine." Sasuke really didn't want her to come over. He didn't like people in his house, but he knew that he was not going to be able to make four in the morning visits everyday. Sakura noticed the hesitation in his voice.

"It will just be tonight. Tomorrow Jin is leaving to go out of town for a while. Then you could come over after school." She added this on, hoping to appease him.

"Ok."

"Oh, and Sasuke." She stopped him right before he jumped out the window. "Can you call Hinata and tell her that I am not well, so I wont need a ride." He gave a slight nod before he left.

Sakura waited until she knew he was gone and got out of bed to dress. She wasn't going to school, but she wasn't allowed to miss school. So she was going to go somewhere until Jin had left for work. She carefully ran a brush through her hair, and put on a pair of black stocking. Sakura walked to her closet and found a pair of red cut-offs and put on a plain white tank top.

Once again she donned her glasses and black gloves. After brushing her teeth. She grabbed her books and left. She paused by the door to put on a pair of black and red converse.

"Wait. Where are you going off to?" Sakura knew she wasn't going to get out of there with out him seeing her.

"Oh, I was just on my way to school. You know I do have class today." Sakura's attitude slightly flared toward the end.

"Looking like that?"

'Well, hell it's your fault I look like this, and now your worried about it?'

"What the hell are you wearing? You look like a two-bit whore. I bet you are going to see that guy you met yesterday!" Jin's face matched his eyes in redness. This made his blond hair stand out even more.

'He doesn't even care how I look? Well he does, but just the cloths. My face looks like I got hit by a truck, and all he's worried about is me looking like a hooker? I wouldn't expect anything less.'

"Yes Jin. This is what I'm wearing, and no I am not going to see Sasuke today. Me and him do not have the same classes."

"Sasuke, as in Uchiha Sasuke? As in his older brother Itachi?"

"I think that is his last name, but I'm not sure, and he does have an older brother, but I don't know his name. Why the hell do you care anyways?" Sakura really wanted to know, and what made it worse was the look in his eyes. She knew that couldn't have meant anything good.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Hun. Now off to school you go."

Without another word, Sakura hauled herself out the door. You didn't have to tell her twice. She walked to a park that was not that far from her house, and took a seat on the bench. Out came a pair of headphones, as they cut on rock music blared from the mini speakers. The noise was muffled as they were placed on her head.

'This is the best part of life.' She closed her eyes and let the music take her soul.

Temari awoke to go downstairs. She really was not a morning person, but awoke with the sun because of work. She really wished work would start later. Temari was pulled out of her musings by a patch of red lying on the kitchen table.

"Gaara." Temari shook her younger brother awake. He stirred a little bit so she continued with her statement. "What are you doing down here? It's six o'clock in the morning." The younger boy could do nothing but glare at her, and it was made half-hearted at that. He just wasn't in the mood.

"What's wrong?" Temari sighed. She knew what was plaguing her little brother, but she really couldn't help him. This was something that he was going to have to do on his own.

"Nothing... Nothing is wrong with me," he grumbled under his breath before pushing himself up from the table. A soft hand found its way on his shoulder.

"You know, Gaara, if you got back with him it would make both of you happy. We are not in Suna any more. Things could be different this time... Yeah?" Gaara couldn't help but tense up when Suna was mentioned.

"You don't know that Temari. Things could be exactly the same. I can't let that happen. Or did you forget that's why I'm like this? That reason is why I had to leave for a while, and that is the ultimate reason for why we are here."

She sighed. Her little brother was right, but it wasn't his fault. He had been unstable before all of that stuff happened. That was just the incident that broke him. It really wasn't Gaara's fault. Both her and Kankurou knew he blamed himself for them having to move. The truth was that nether one of his siblings minded the move, and was actually happy to get away from Suna, and everything it stood for.

They always picked on him, and his siblings could not be there twenty-four seven. It was eighth grade before Gaara had actually made a friend. Oashisu, that was her name. Temari remembered this and was instantly angered. That bitch got what she deserved for what she did to Gaara. He was only fourteen, and the way people treated him left him mentally stunted and unstable.

Gaara was kneeling over Oashisu. "Why?" He screamed at her almost lifeless body. "Why?" The only thing that was left in the girl's eyes was fear. Gaara had snapped.

"I-I-I don't know" This was the only reply that she could think of.

"Oh. My. God. Gaara!" Temari and Kankurou ran to their brother's side.

"Why?" He had never really heard the reply that was given to him. He just repeated that word until he passed out.

"What happened to him?" Temari asked the doctor. She glanced over at her little brother. He was sitting there talking to himself, still whispering "Why?"

"We don't know exactly. We do know that your brother was unstable to begin with. Whatever happened pushed him over the edge."

"Where is she?" Kankurou finally spoke up. "I want to know what she did."

"Hold on. Gaara has entered a state of emotional disturbance. It is going to take him a lot to get pulled out of it."

"Well what should we do?" Temari was on the verge of tears.

"There is nothing you can do. Gaara is going to need special help for this one. He reached his breaking point, and there is no turning back this time."

"Well, will he ever be the same?" Temari couldn't believe this. Her brother never hurt anyone, and was always such a nice kid. She never really got why all the other kids had picked on him. She understood the fact that he didn't have a mother. None of them did, but they never picked on her, or Kankurou. They just seemed to pick on Gaara.

"I still want to know what happened." Kankurou stated again, looking over at the redhead. He was sitting there, bandages all over his arms. He was rocking back and forth.

"Why?"

Once again that was all he could say.

"She is in room 415. She seems fine. A little shaken up, but fine." Before the doctor could finish what he was going to say Temari, and Kankurou were off.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Temari didn't wait for an answer. "Huh? Answer me, you fucking bitch!"

"T-T-Temari. I-I'm s-s-sorry." Oashisu was trembling from the amount of fear that pumped through her body. She was sure that since Gaara had not killed her the other Sabaku siblings would.

"We want answers, Oashisu." Kankurou's hand placed itself on Temari's shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.

"Well... Gaara found me." She started to fill the sand siblings in on the pervious events. "You know me and Gaara were friends. Well. What you didn't know was that me and Gaara had been dating for almost six months."

Although it was new news to both the Sabaku siblings they where not surprised by this at all. "When he found me I was with Sasori; him and me were together for about two months now, behind Gaara's back. I honestly was trying to find a way to break up with him."

"Well a lot of good that fucking did seeing you two together as made him snap. He's too far-gone for any of us to reach now.

"Wait! I'm not done. Well... when Gaara caught us he froze. He was just standing there, waiting. So I told him the only thing that I could think of."

"I don't love you. I never did."

"What?" Gaara's vision became blurry as the blond put his arm over his girlfriend. "What the hell are you talking about?

"Forget it, Pipsqueak." Sasori's menacing voice came through the haze that Gaara slowly found himself in. "She doesn't want you. She hasn't wanted you for a long time."

That's when Gaara snapped. He flew into a rage. Sasori was able to defend himself, but I couldn't. He went after me screaming "Why?" After he finally beat me down. He took out a knife and started cutting himself, repeating 'why?" That's when you found him, sitting there in a pool of our blood. "

"You stupid fucking bitch! I'll kill you! My brother didn't finish the job, but I sure as hell fucking will!" Temari leapt forward to the injured girl in front of her.

"Tem, chill. That isn't going to solve anything. Gaara needs us right now. Lets go to him." Temari's resolve slowly fell.

"Alright, but if you ever even look at him again. I will kill you. And that is a promise." With those final words Temari and Kankurou left to tend to their brother.

"Gaara you know that shit wasn't your fault! I don't know why you think it is." You know that Kankurou and me where happy to leave Suna. They treated you like shit there anyway. You know Neji is not the same as that- that bitch!" Temari was seething with rage and could not for the life of her put it out. Gaara sighed and walked his way upstairs. He had to get ready for school.

'She is right. Neji is not like her. She was hiding something about her. Neji has been nothing but honest with me.' He never really knew what had happened to Gaara. Just that he had some problems.

As Gaara stepped out of the shower, he looked into the mirror. He began to draw on his eyes. The black against green really made his eyes stand out. At least that's what Neji had always told him.

Taking out some red eyeliner, he retraced his scar. "Love". He never remembered doing it, but Kankurou said he did it after he snapped. Looking at his face in the mirror. He finally decided.

'Today I'm going to talk to Neji.'

Answer to reviewers:

Astarigituloh: I am not to sure about a lemon, I don't know if it will fit... I might do it, but no promises. Oh, and I have something special for Itachi, so don't worry/

Wandering Spirit: Ok, my views on hip-hop are exactly that. My views! And if you didn't notice, but all the artists you named have been out for a while now. Back to my previous stamen as far as new people coming out... they suck. End of discussion. The basic plot is there now, but I am not done with the development. I plan this story to be kinda long, so it will not be rushed. This really isn't an "action" fic. It's high school... but yes I am going to have some fights break out.

Itachisgirl101: Yes! Jin is a bitch haha. I'm trying to make an OC that everyone hates. I'm not done with his evilness yet.

MC: Thank- ya! Your reviews make me feel good! The story is a work in progress so it wont be finished for a while. But I will try to keep the ch. coming

Thank you to the rest of the reviewers. You know I love ya'll

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