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CH.2

Gaara silently washed up the floor the pain in his face starting to numb and dull away.

When he was done he threw the washrag into the sink, looking over into the living room he saw his father passed out on the couch, beer in hand, and drool running down his un-shaven chin.

Gaara couldn't help the look of disgust that managed its way onto his features.

Just then the phone rang. Gaara hesitated then picked it up looking over to be sure his father hadn't woken up, then made his way up to his room.

-Hello?- Gaara answered weakly.

#Hey Gaara? It's Haku.#

-Yeah, hey, what's up?-

#Well there's a party going on at this guy named Neji's pad, want to come crash it with me?#

-Hn…-

#No parents or anything, come on!# the boy pleaded.

Gaara rolled his eyes. -Ok, not like I have anything better to do.- he sighed.

#Alright then I'll pick you up in 10 ok?#

-Sure.-

#Bye!#

CLICK

Gaara set the phone down and stared at it for a bit, before snapping out of his trance like state.

He then realized that in no way possible was he going to go looking like he was.

Moving quickly over to his closet he looked to his wide range of black clothes that were adorned with chains.

He picked out a tight black shirt that had long dark red arm sleeves, with small chains on the sides. Then he found some baggy black pants with many more chains and pockets that were held up by a stunted black belt, and of course his black converses, which were very old, but still usable so they were okay.

He kept on his two thick wristbands that he almost never left home without, on either wrist.

Clanking his way into the bathroom were he fixed his hair and eye liner, deciding this was as good as it gets, he let out a long sigh, and headed for the front door.

He gave his unconscious father one last look before flicking him off on his way out the door.

Haku had just pulled into the drive way in his deep blue pick up truck, good timing, he hoped in.

Haku looked over to Gaara. "He hit you again?"

Gaara nodded faintly.

"That bastard! I mean one of these days!" Haku pulled out of the driveway, his tires screeching as he peeled out.

Haku mumbled under his breath for a while, as Gaara stared out the window.

"It's no biggy, any way… who's this Neji?" Gaara looked to his friend who was currently dressed in a black short sleeve shirt and a collar that read ' not your bitch.' Through his white knuckles that gripped the steering wheel he saw black nail polish, which was chipping a bit. And of course he was wearing almost skintight black leather hip hugger pants that showed off a bit of his belly button.

"I dunno some rich kid from school, last name Hyuuga." The anger in his voice subsiding, Gaara and Haku had been friends for a very long time almost since they were kids, and Haku always looked after Gaara like he needed to be protected. Haku saw Gaara like a brother and nothing more, as does Gaara.

"Hn."

"I hope I got the right place." Haku pulled into a long twisty driveway that was like an obstacle course to get through.

They parked between a couple of cars, noting the drive way was full of them; it looked about the right place.

They got out and walked up to the door past some of the smokers getting high outside. Haku politely rang the doorbell.

The door swung open. "Haku!" a girl with brown hair that was tied in two buns on her head jumped out at him.

"Tenten!" He returned her hug.

"Hey Gaara love the digs, come on in the parties just starting!" she pulled them both in by there arms.

Immediately they felt at home, swarms of people crowded the mansion music flowing all around; all their problems seemed to fade away.

Tenten pulled them through the mass of people into the kitchen were all the stoners and 'tough' kids were.

"Oh don't drink the punch! Its already been spiked!" Tenten didn't have to yell as loud now seeing as the stoners were a friendly quiet lot who loved to giggle, and didn't create as much ruckus.

"Oh ok!" Haku nodded.

Just then a kid walked in with no pupils and long black hair like a raven.

"Hey Neji!" Tenten waved to him as he walked over.

Neji looked Haku and Gaara over.

"I'm Haku, and this is Gaara." Haku pointed to the redhead next to him. "Nice party you have."

"Hey, watch out for the punch it's been-" Neji was cut off

"Yeah we know. Spiked." Gaara and Haku said in synch.

"Oh."

They stood there for a moment in a sort of uncomfortable silence.

"Hey Gaara how's about you and me dance?" Haku looked to the smaller boy who nodded, as he glanced to Neji.

"Yeah Neji! Lets go to!" Tenten announced.

"Alright." Neji said returning Gaara's glance.

Tenten and Neji followed haku and Gaara closely as they crammed there way into the dance area.

Suddenly Gaara felt as though a weight had been lifted, he always loved to dance at parties like this because he could let himself free and no one would give a damn, he felt less shy and more daring.

Gaara began to dance with Haku, they were both very close to each other and moved like they didn't care what others thought, just having fun.

Neji who was dancing with Tenten, was now completely staring over at Gaara as he danced. He found Gaara to be very sexy although he wouldn't admit it; he wanted to know more about this boy who had in such sort time etched his way into his head.

Wow that totally changed the story, so much happened in this chapter, but then again almost nothing happened at all.

Things will improve as the story line progresses, so review!