Firstly: Wow! What a great response! I couldn't believe so many people liked it! I was totally expected a group of flames, but holy shit! I got ten reviews in one day. That's freaking unbelievable! I mean god it could not have been that good! Whatever.
Secondly: I don't own Naruto or Avenged Sevenfold, whose first few lines of the song "Trashed and Scattered" will be at the header of every chapter. Just to clear that up.
Thirdly: For the people who asked about the lack of dialogue. It will depend on whose point of view it is, if it's someone like Sasuke's point of view there will be more dialogue than if it's Gaara's point of view. Understand?
Lastly: Most of the time you read my fics, you are in the presence of my awesome beta, yaoi-yuri-lover101 so babes, lets take a moment of silence to honor her greatness. On with the fic then!
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Keep on writing you're just raping yourself.
Nothing can take my mind away from them.
Don't you ask about me, ask about somebody else.
Once I've fallen there's many stories to tell.
I can feel it, won't embrace it, it's overwhelming how far you take it.
Stuck in a state of questioning.
And don't you tell me you know we're destined.
You won't convince me. I won't listen.
Resentment building, you've put our lives on hold.
-"Trashed and Scattered" by Avenged Sevenfold
Gaara's Point of View
Damn it all. Just damn it all to hell. I hate you Shikamaru. I hate you. With your damn needles poking me all over the place. Like I'm a fucking psycho or something. I hate this place. I hate having to be around people all the time, and being trapped in this building confined to daily injections and tests like I'm an animal or something. Just damn it all to hell.
My name is Sabaku no Gaara. I'm only seventeen, but Temari, who is technically my blood sister though I can hardly consider her one anymore, sent me to hell. It's not fair either! She doesn't have a power but Sasuke says brothers and sisters are supposed too. Kankuro is here with me. I don't hate him as much as some of the other people here. Like Shikamaru. Temari's lazy ass doctor boyfriend who sticks me with needles every day so I don't hurt anyone or something. It drives me nuts.
It's not the needles that irritate me, frankly I kind of like them. It doesn't take a genius to see that considering I have my ears pierced eight times on one side, three on the other, my nose is pierced, as is my eyebrow. My practically non existent eyebrow considering the dark circles around my eyes reach all the way up too what little red hair is there. I hate my appearance; out of all of the patients I have the strangest appearance. Blood red hair and green eyes everyone thinks look unpleasant. If that wasn't enough my psychotic father forced me to get a tattoo of the word love directly on my forehead, when I was, what had I been six? Around the time I killed my uncle.
Oh yeah. Another thing about glorious me. I am a murderer. I have killed people using my powers, my sand. No one but my victims and my father knows this. At first it was self-defense. Kill anyone who found out I had powers. But then dad found out, and I didn't know. So he sent assassin after assassin for me. The more of them I killed, the more I enjoyed it. It was no big deal, the night my uncle Yashamaru came after me. I hadn't known it was he at the time and killed him quickly. The freak had a backup plan though, a bomb on his chest just in case he failed. Daddy dearest found out. He beat me. He hurt me. He gave me a fucking tattoo just to remind me that I am unloved. I haven't killed anyone since Temari put me in this place, but I swear to whatever god has a point in my life if Shikamaru latches Nurse TenTen on me again I'll explode. Well, probably not. I'll crush them with my sand.
I let out a long yawn and glare at nurse Sakura who is currently arm wrestling with Ino. Yawn. Man I am tired. In fact, I'm always tired. I have a 'special case' of insomnia. When I sleep my cells reproduce at an amazing rate and my lust for kill becomes great. I am truly a demon when I sleep. So I can't sleep. I am always awake. The doctors can't really determine the cause of this, considering they hardly know anything about dominant Kekkei Genkais, let alone what side effects it has. At night I sort of lay there with my eyes closed. It's like sleeping, because my body rests, but it isn't the same. So the effect isn't dangerous.
Ino won. That girl really is something. Or maybe she took over Sakura's mind and is making her lose. It doesn't look like it though because she's dancing around saying something about Sakura owing her some food from McDonalds. It was little things that patients staked for arm wrestling matches here, because life is in the office. The only people who can leave are the doctors and nurses on lunch breaks or during emergencies.
We don't have a discussion today, which is when Sasuke takes us to a conference and presents his info and makes us demonstrate. It's nice too, because today is Saturday, which means no tutoring. Technically I'm still in high school so people have to teach me stuff, give me tests, the whole bit. It's what I do three days a week between Monday and Friday. In fact, most of today is a free day. I'm going to go take sit in the hot tub. Hot baths are very relaxing.
I go to my room and put on my swim trunks. Apparently, you aren't supposed to go to the baths naked. Sasuke told me this several times when I first arrived acting as though I had a hearing deficit. The reason was, through Nurse Hinata's quiet mouth, that Kankuro had gone through a 'gotta feel the breeze between the knees' phase when he first arrived. I told her to expect another one. I rarely talk, I know this and it is for a very simple reason. Few people are worth my words. I often use rather big words that people don't understand. It's very irritating to get that 'uhh…what?' look when I say something, so after awhile I stopped talking. However, I respect Nurse Hinata. She's very kind and gentle and treats everyone with respect. So I treat her with a matching respect great enough for her to be, not the sarcasm, blessed with the sound of my voice.
I have found my way to the elevator and when the doors open and that little ding sounds I enter. Neji is in there looking very bored and wearing nothing but trunks as well. I step in, unable to not glance at his body. Yep, you heard it here folks, I scary, psychokinetic, Sabaku no Gaara am gay. I'm not the kind of 'oh my god, Ino-chan we should like, oh my god, totally go shopping next weekend!' kind of gay, more of the 'if you make fun of me I'll stab you in the crotch with a fork' kind of gay. But it didn't matter what kind of gay I was, I was still staring at Neji. He was…good. He worked out, that was obvious. Not my type though, maybe it's the constantly bitchy attitude. I'm the mean one in the relationship, the other one is…I don't know…the nice one.
The elevator has opened and my feet are carrying me to the pool area followed Neji automatically while I stare disdainfully at a nurse I don't know. I went for the hot tub, glad when Neji left me alone and went for the pool, probably to swim laps. It would be just too damn awkward if he were there.
The Jacuzzi was devoid of anyone and I climbed down the marble steps letting the hot water calm me down. Hot things tend to make me calm. Okay, that did not come out right. I mean, temperature, if the shit is, err…never mind. I used to live in a desert village called Sunaga where it was hot and dry during the day and cold at night. It was the perfect place, the hot relaxed me so I felt kind of good during the day, but at night I was on edge because of the cold and didn't fall asleep. Then we moved to Konoha. Where it's sticky, humid, wet, cold, hot, snowy, and there is almost no sand! Just dirt, streets, and honking taxicabs. I keep an amount of sand with me wherever I go. It stays in this little, miniature gourd thing that can fit in my jacket pocket. It holds a couple fistfuls, more than enough to kill someone.
I take the small gourd out of my pocket and put it behind an artificial plant sitting beside the Jacuzzi so no one could see it. Water slows down sand. That's the only thing I like about Konoha. I'm far less dangerous, because it's always raining. It seems like always, considering it never did in Sunaga. I love the rain, the first time I saw it, and I was five. The sand came up to protect me from the water, but it was slow and saggy and gave way. For once in my life I had been unprotected. I had been free. I could have killed myself then, and ended my meaningless existence. But at the time, the idea of dying hadn't crossed my mind. I wish it had though, I would be over with and it would be wonderful. I haven't been in the rain since then, and my sand has become much stronger, it does every time it tastes blood. I doubt I could kill myself in the rain if I did it today. I can't even try here; I'm under constant surveillance. And people wonder why I hold such resentment to Temari for putting me here.
The door is opening and I look up. Oh. It's him. I think his name is Haku. He's the doctor's and nurse's favorite lab dog. His hair is really pretty. It looks like it's made of ice that someone had been sucking on for awhile, so it's soft and shiny. I honestly cannot believe I just compared Haku's hair to ice. Speaking of ice, he's just stepped in and I can physically feel the temperature of the water drop a few degrees. I guess I can't blame him or anything, but the water isn't as hot as before. I like it when it's hot.
Haku is gazing into the water as though expecting a monster to jump out and attack him. This mildly intrigues me. In fact Haku is a rather intriguing person to stare at all around. His voice is soft and caring, but his eyes are sad and hold secrets. I think, in his life, he too had experienced the feeling of taking another person's life. I can see it in his eyes. Speaking of those sad, brown eyes, they are very pretty. Like the rest of Haku, they are very pretty. Sasuke's attractive in a more masculine kind of way; Neji's attractive in a mascu-femme kind of way, and Haku's attractive in a feminine kind of way. That's about all the attractive people here. I'm a sucker for dark hair I guess, probably because I hate the color of my own hair. Damn whatever genetic trait gave this mop of bloody sticks and leaves for hair.
He jerked his head in my direction for no particular reason, the way a person does if he or she thinks that they heard the other person said something. I haven't said a word all day, in fact, does Haku even know what my voice sounds like? Maybe he does, but I don't think I've ever spoken to him. Haku doesn't speak a lot, at least the times I have been in his presence. He never talks during the orientations, none of us do. He sometimes talks to Ino and Naruto and I have seen him chat with a few of the nurses before too. To my pleasure he bugs the living shit out of Temari. I don't know why, maybe it's that soft all-knowing giggle he has, but something about him drives Temari crazy. I suddenly shiver as Haku's arm accidentally brushes against my own. It's freezing cold, even though the water was warm.
"Oh, I apologize Gaara." He said sincerely
The silence returned and I sunk into the bubbles hoping he wasn't looking at me, but too uncomfortable to look up. There are two sides to me. Well, actually three if you count when I'm on a murderous rampage, but I usually don't count that part. One side of me is cold, disdainful, 'fuck the world and let it fuck me' kind of guy, the other is a shy, depressed, 'oh my god that boy is so cute, what do I do, what if he sees me, oh my god he's looking at me –squee-' side. The side that blushes and stutters and gives away my sexuality. Few people have ever seen that side of me, but right now I'm in shy gay boy mode and trying to bury myself beneath the water so Haku couldn't see.
That would be uber-humiliating if he did. Uber, that's German isn't it? It means super or something. I heard Temari say it once and I thought it sounded cool. Neji has uber-white eyes. Sakura is having an uber-bitch fit. Ino is an uber-bitch fit. Haku is uber-cute. Shit like that just rolls off the tongue. And right now I'm uber-blushing in this uber-hot water next to uber-hot Haku and that's making me uber-shy. Damn you Haku. You and the word uber.
I can hear Sasuke's deep voice distantly something along the lines of 'fuck off Hyuuga' or 'take them off Hyuuga'. I can't really tell which, and I don't really care. The sound of Sasuke's voice is bringing back regular me, and I've never been more grateful to the sorry bastard. Haku is looking at me, and I hear something cracking. It sounds like glass and I feel my face twist into the 'oh shit' expression. The sand is starting to make its way out of the gourd. I have to leave. Besides Temari is supposed to visit today anyway, and I don't really feel like having her visit me in the pools again. That had been humiliating.
I stand up and grab my gourd, which had a crack on the lid. I averted my gaze to anything but Haku as I left. If I did look at him, the sand would surely escape and that would be…well…uber-embarrassing.
Temari is already here, I can see the top of her head from a three floors above and I rush to my room to dress. She will be angry if she doesn't get to see me, and a severely pissed Temari as almost as frightening as a severely pissed me. I slip on a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of very dark denim blue jeans, and a pair of very worn converse and take the elevator downstairs. This was one of the few things I like about this place, unlike the nurses and doctors; the patients can wear whatever they want as long as someone brings it to them. Ino's father brings her clothes she picks out from magazines from time to time. It's nice, something that makes me feel a little more human.
Temari smiles when she sees me, which makes me feel a little sick to my stomach. That smile means she's glad to see me. Usually bad things happen when Temari is glad to see me. She is standing beside Kankuro and Shikamaru, and both are holding bags in a very vibrant shade of purple. There is one bag in her hand, bright pink. Fun. Joyous. Pink. Better as hell not be for me.
"Gaa-san!" she said happily causing a glare to appear on my face at the much-hated nickname, "I brought you something!"
I shake my head and for a few seconds her face falters. Then it is replaced with an angry determination that I, though I will never say so, scares me shitless.
"Ototou, take the damned gift." She said in a way that could only translate to 'take it or I'll rip off your testacies with a broken spork', "You don't want to make older sister angry do you?"
I glare and accept the pink bag she shoves into my chest. The three begin talking about things I am uninterested in, and I begin to inspect the bag's contents. A necklace, a couple of candy bars, some sugarless chewing gum, and a black shirt with the Coheed and Cambria logo on it. I'm going to pretend that it doesn't creep me out that my sister somehow knows I like that band. Replacing the contents I begin chewing on my fingernail wishing I could just leave. However Temari looks rather vicious today and will probably want to have dinner with my brother and Shikamaru.
This was life, under cameras and trapped in this building. Trapped in hell. The windows beckon purgatory and it looks so inviting, but we are forced just to look never being able to climb out of this place, into the bright world. This was my twisted version of normality.
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And that would be chapter two! I made it just a smidge longer than the last chapter, once again there was almost no dialogue. So these are the magnificent thoughts of Gaara-chan –snuggles- Oh, and FYI: I'm not updating until I have ten reviews and the count hits 25.