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Class is sometimes known to students as a form of torture. Teachers that lecture in monotone voices while showing slide shows that are decaying before their very eyes, homework assignments that consume their free time, and the worst thing of all: group projects. To be forced to work and sit next to the people that you hate and who hate you in return is torture. Torture, to students, is a synonym for class.


Gaara was sure that the universe hated him. German, his favorite class with his favorite teacher, had become the bane of his existence. Having spent only 50 minutes with the Uchiha had driven him nearly insane and it took all of his willpower to keep his split personality at bay. It would be bad to let his second, less stable self, known affectionately as Shukaku, out on the unsuspecting public… besides, Gaara could get suspended again. That was what seemed to happen when Shukaku got out. Gaara thought that he was lucky that he hadn't been expelled for his second half's behavior yet. He also thought that Sasuke was one lucky bastard. Gaara had a hard time holding back Shukaku when he was that affected by a person.

Fifty minutes. Gaara had counted them all practically. Sasuke had apparently decided that it was his job to torture Gaara. All class long the Uchiha had been leaning too close said questionable things and constantly asked Gaara questions or asked to borrow something. Gaara had developed a twitch from it all. Having an impassive, unreadable mask for a face was hard around the Uchiha. Gaara was perfectly comfortable in his own asexual preference to admit that the bastard was a gorgeous creature… too bad his personality got to Gaara so bad. Then again, Gaara totally didn't think that last part. No matter what, he wasn't interested in the Uchiha. He was only interested in getting away from him, which was why when the bell rang he snatched all his stuff and dashed out the door. Freedom was such a wonderful thing.

Gaara had taken his time getting to his next class, which just so happened to be history. He wandered the halls during his five minute break, just weaving through the crowd. Managing to still get to class early, which Gaara was totally astounded by, Gaara managed one step in the room before stopping in stunned disbelief. The Uchiha was there, talking to the teacher. Gaara wanted to run. He wanted to bang his head repeatedly on the walls, he wanted to hurt the Uchiha, but he just stood there, face stony. Hanging his head in defeat, Gaara shuffled down an aisle and to his seat. Dropping his bag carelessly next to his desk, Gaara practically fell into his chair, put his arms on the desk and buried his head between his arms.

Feeling a dark and evil presence hovering about him, Gaara turned his head to the side just enough to see with one eye. Seeing the Uchiha, Gaara's eye narrowed.

"What do you want?" Gaara asked, annoyed that the Uchiha was bugging him again.

"I'm just surprised that you're in my class is all," Sasuke said coolly. A smile that just didn't look right on his face appeared. "What a wonderful coincidence."

Gaara buried his head again. "You probably planned it you bastard."

Grinning, Sasuke pulled a chair next to Gaara and sat down. "Now why would I do that? And how?"

"I don't know why… you're the evil one, you explain it," Gaara mumbled. "And you probably bribed the school officials."

Raising a delicate eyebrow, Sasuke pondered what Gaara had said, then shrugged it off. "Poor Gaara."

"Damn straight," Gaara said, sliding away from the Uchiha. Sasuke's grin grew.

"Straight as a circle," he said in Gaara's ear. Startled once again by the unpredictable Uchiha, Gaara flailed and fell from his seat. The bell rang and Gaara glared at Sasuke, as if to say "get the hell away from me and my desk," but Sasuke staid where he was. Gaara wanted to cry, even if he didn't show it. Gaara decided that the universe hated him right then.

Climbing back into his seat, Gaara gave the Uchiha a warning glare before pulling out his history book. Turning it open to the pages indicated by the teacher, Gaara twitched as Sasuke leaned right up against him to read from his book.

"Don't you have your own book?" Gaara hissed as Sasuke pressed himself even closer, Gaara barely fighting off the urge to shudder, but whether it was from revulsion or pleasure he didn't know.

"No," Sasuke replied and turned to give Gaara a grin. Narrowing his eyes, Gaara turned away from the Uchiha and tried to focus at the task at hand, reading. It didn't last long. Gaara suddenly felt a hand on his thigh. Tensing, Gaara slid his own hand down to pry off the offending appendage now squeezing his thigh. Resistance was futile apparently as Gaara found a hand inconspicuously brushing a different part of him all class long. Twitching violently, Gaara finally had had enough. Raising his hand, Gaara waited patiently for the teacher to call on him, his other hand holding tight to the Uchiha's to keep him from molesting him.

"Gaara," the teacher, Mr. Takamura finally called on him. Gaara heaved a sigh of relief. "Do you have a question?"

"Yes, why the hell do I have to share with this bastard?" Gaara grit out, his hand once again trying to pry the Uchiha's hand from his knee this time. The teacher just stared at him for a moment before narrowing his eyes.

"Because Mr. Sabaku, Mr. Uchiha doesn't know anyone else but you in this class it seems, and its better that he look off someone who he knows then someone he doesn't," Mr. Takamura said. Gaara felt his eye twitch.

"That doesn't make much sense," Gaara said, having finally stopped the wandering hand, at least for the time being.

"Mr. Sabaku, I don't need your opinion on this, just share with Mr. Uchiha," Mr. Takamura said. Gaara wasn't too happy with that answer. Sasuke leaned up to whisper in Gaara's ear.

"You can't get rid of me that easy Sabaku," he said nipping at Gaara's earlobe this time. Gaara's face contorted into a look of mixed surprise, confusion and something else that Gaara just couldn't identify. Crashing out of his seat and falling into the aisle, Gaara was lucky that the bell decided to ring at that exact moment. Grabbing his things, Gaara rushed out of the classroom.

Gasping for breath, Gaara brought a hand up to his ear. Shaking his head, Gaara decided that the shirt he was wearing was evil and that every bad thing happening to him today was because of it. Tugging at the hem of the shirt and cursing it in his head, Gaara started off to his next class.

Weaving through the crowd, Gaara felt his eye twitching. Gaara glared. His twitch was officially Sasuke Uchiha radar. Every time he started twitching Sasuke would appear. Getting frustrated as the twitch worsened, Gaara spun around to face the Uchiha, who was a foot behind him.

"Stop following me!" Gaara hissed. Sasuke just looked at him blankly and walked past him, stopping when they were back to back.

"Don't flatter yourself Sabaku," Sasuke said and continued on. Gaara was flabbergasted. The Uchiha had been practically molesting him in his classes and now… now it was as if he was above Gaara. Gaara clenched his fist, even though he had no idea why he did. He had only known the Uchiha for two hours and already his world was turned upside down.

Gaara grumbled something and started walking to his class again, ironically following Sasuke in order to do so. Gaara felt like he was going to snap as the Uchiha stepped into the class he was going to. Turning and smirking, Sasuke confronted Gaara as he crossed into the room.

"Are you stalking me Gaara?" Sasuke asked. Gaara's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Suddenly Gaara had a feeling of something distinctly malicious standing behind him. Turning his head slowly Gaara caught sight of a handful of newly created fan girls glaring at him, promising him a slow and painful death with their eyes if he dared stalk the Uchiha. Gaara was angry now. Since when were people threatening him! He turned back to the Uchiha, who was now grinning broadly.

"Don't flatter yourself Uchiha," Gaara said, throwing Sasuke's own words back at him. Grinning inwardly at his brilliant strategy, Gaara almost didn't notice the evil aura of death pinned to his back. Eyes growing minimally wide, Gaara felt more than saw the fan girls surround him. Cringing, Gaara looked straight at the one who was apparently the leader, a girl named Sakura Haruno.

"Gaara Sabaku!" she cried in her shrill, girly voice. Gaara cringed again. "Stop stalking our Sasuke-kun!"

Gaara's face went blank. His left eye twitched.

"Yeah! Stop stalking Sasuke-kun!" the other girls chorused. Gaara twitched again.

"Creepy goth kids like you shouldn't even be privileged to look upon the magnificence that is Sasuke-kun!" one of the girls said, the others shouted "yeah!" Gaara felt the twitch starting to get worse.

"So stay away from him!" one of them yelled. Gaara snapped.

"Shut the fuck up. That damn bastard is in all of my classes and you say I'm stalking him! That little shit's been following me around and sitting next to me and practically molesting me, and you dare accuse me of stalking him! How stupid are you bitches!" Gaara burst, surprising himself in the process. Under normal conditions Gaara would just ignore these girls but this had to do with Sasuke, and anything concerning Sasuke seemed to make Gaara over-react or be emotional. The girls were just staring at him.

"Mr. Sabaku," a male voice boomed from the front of the class. Gaara cringed. "I would prefer if you refrained from using that sort of language in my class."

Gaara turned sheepishly to his teacher, Asuma. "Sorry sir…"

Asuma just raised an eyebrow and waved that he should go to his seat. Gaara hung his head and shuffled his way to where he sat, noticing that the Uchiha wasn't sitting next to (but seeming to rather sit on) him.


Sasuke just couldn't believe his luck. He'd been gone three long years with that damn snake bastard, studying and doing fieldwork and generally working his ass off. So he finally returns to his hometown, to find that most things haven't changed, but some have. Naruto is still a dobe, but now he wasn't as stupid as he used to be. He had even seemingly forgiven Sasuke for just up and leaving. Naruto was simple like that.

Sasuke had learned many things with Orochimaru, and one of the most revealing of those was that he was in fact gay. Sasuke had thought that he might be a while back, what with him never being interested in girls in the least and being scarily attracted to Naruto, his best dobe friend. Sasuke had only known for sure when he had gone to his first bar over in Europe, guys were hitting on him and he had loved it. One guy in particular had been rather "affectionate," and Sasuke hadn't minded at all when he got felt up, in fact he had rather enjoyed the whole experience. Thus, Sasuke came to the conclusion that he was gay.

So, Sasuke was pleased beyond belief when he got to his first class only to lay eyes on the most captivating creature he had ever seen. Blood red hair, pale skin, pale green eyes, small pink lips and a figure to die for. Sasuke had been even more pleased to see said sex-god's shirt. Inwardly Sasuke had done a little happy dance. His luck was incredible. So Sasuke made it perfectly clear that he was totally interested, and found that he loved to make emotion appear on that blank face. Sasuke knew that there was probably a reason that this angel fallen from grace had an unreadable, emotionless face, and Sasuke was surprised to find himself wanting to know why. He was just drawn to this heavenly creature.

Gaara Sabaku…