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Dinner was awkward to say the least. Gaara was trying to ignore the foot running up his calf and failing miserably. Sasuke, whose foot was molesting Gaara's calf, was just grinning like a lunatic, which disturbed the other two occupants of the table. Kankuro was just watching all of this with a mixture of disgust and humor. On one hand, it was just wrong that someone, especially some good looking guy, was molesting his brother, on the other hand though, it was extremely funny to watch Gaara squirm. Temari was just smiling, she was finding Gaara's expression funny, and was happy that someone was just generally caring about her brother. Temari decided that she would help Sasuke get Gaara's affections any way she could.
"Would you stop that?" Gaara finally shouted cracking and twitching violently. Sasuke's grin just grew and his foot stretched out to move up past Gaara's knee, aiming higher. Gaara's eyes went wide and he backed up his chair so fast both he and the chair tipped over.
Silence reigned in the kitchen. Gaara had fallen backwards in his chair, and was staring, stunned at the ceiling. Kankuro snorted, trying to hold the laughter in. Sasuke pursed his lips trying not to just start cracking up. Temari was silently cracking up behind a hand. Kankuro was the first to break.
"Bwa ha ha ha…!" he cracked up. His laughter was loud, obnoxious and contagious. Temari broke down next, joining her brother in laughing at the youngest Sabaku. Sasuke was the last to join. Gaara twitched on the floor.
After about five minutes, the twitching had progressed into an angry shake. "Would you three shut the fuck up!"
Kankuro guffawed loudly. Temari found herself slipping down her chair and under the table with how hard she was laughing. Sasuke was resting his head on the table, laughing harder than he had ever laughed.
"I hate you all," Gaara muttered as he rolled out of his chair and onto the floor. He sat his chair back up and stood up. Glaring at the other occupants of the room, he grabbed his dishes and headed over to the sink, muttering to himself the whole way. Glaring at the still laughing siblings and Sasuke, Gaara left the kitchen and headed into the living room, planning on watching some TV.
It was around seven in the evening, and Gaara was relaxed for once. It didn't last long though. Lights crossed the living room's window as a car pulled into the driveway. Gaara shot straight up and dashed for the kitchen.
"He's home!" Gaara shouted frantically. Temari and Kankuro immediately stopped laughing. Jumping out of their seats, both of them grabbed their dishes, and stuffed them in the sink. Grabbing a stunned Sasuke's arm, Gaara tugged the raven haired boy towards the staircase. Sasuke was just barely able to keep up with the red haired boy. Gaara shoved him onto the stairs.
"Get into my room and lock the door," Gaara commanded. "It's the last door on your right. Hide in there somewhere, don't come out unless I knock."
"How will I know its you?" Sasuke asked. Gaara blinked.
"I'll do 'shave and a hair cut'," he said. "You know how to reply before you open the door."
"Two bits…" Sasuke murmured.
"Exactly," Gaara said, slamming the door to the stairwell in Sasuke's face.
Sasuke raced up the stairs, knowing it would be a very bad idea to dawdle, especially if Gaara's father could hospitalize Gaara. Sasuke didn't want to find out what would happen to him if he was found out. Coming to a stop at the top of the stairs, Sasuke spotted the door to Gaara's room. He rushed down the hallway and threw open the door. There wasn't a speck of light in Gaara's room. Sasuke doubted the red head even had a window. Seeing the faint light of an alarm clock, Sasuke stepped carefully into the room and shut and locked the door behind him. Holding his arms out before him, Sasuke felt his was around the wall, eventually running into Gaara's closet. Sasuke opened the door and crawled in.
Gaara meanwhile, was helping his siblings get set up on the couch and love seat, trying to make them look like they had been there a while. Pulling the final blanket over Kankuro, Gaara raced back into the kitchen. He quickly filled the sink with water, adding ivory to the water and quickly washed a set of dishes, so that his father wouldn't suspect that someone was over. Putting the dishes away, Gaara realized that Sasuke's wet clothes were still in the upstairs bathroom. Eyes widening to unusual proportions, Gaara raced to the stairs. He threw open the door, ran up the stairs, quickly grabbed Sasuke's clothes and crossed the hall to throw them in Kankuro's room. Shutting his brother's room once again, Gaara quickly cleaned up the bathroom and then headed back downstairs. The second he stepped into the kitchen his father entered the house.
Gaara started to wash the dishes still in the sink, trying to ignore the dark presence approaching him. Ignoring the fact that his hands were shaking, and that memories of his father throwing him threw the glass coffee table were resurfacing, Gaara tried to focus on the dishes. It was extremely hard to do when he felt his father standing right behind him.
"So you survived," his father said in an icy tone. Gaara gulped and kept washing dishes. "What a shame."
Gaara bit the inside of his lip. His father grabbed his hair, causing Gaara to flinch, and pulled him away from the sink. Gaara winced at the pain.
"You shouldn't have survived that. There was no one around to help you," Gaara's father hissed. Gaara winced. "How could you survive?"
Gaara found that he had been dragged to the table and his head was slammed onto the hard wood surface. Gaara bit his tongue to keep from crying out in pain, and ended up biting too hard, the taste of blood filing his mouth.
Shit, Gaara thought as he felt that familiar blood lust fill him and that darker part of his mind start to take over.
"How could you survive?" Gaara's father asked, thoroughly confused how this demon could have lived after all that lost blood. He punctuated each word by slamming Gaara's head into the table again and again. "You should be dead!"
Gaara's head was ringing and his vision was starting to blur because of the trauma his head was receiving. His father was in a really bad mood apparently. Gaara remembered being punched and thrown and suddenly it all came back to him. Gaara cried out as his father crushed his burning cigarette into his shoulder. Gaara shut his mouth as quickly as he could.
"Maybe I should just finish you now," his father said maliciously. Gaara grimaced. "It would be so easy, you're so helpless."
Gaara's darker mind took the opportunity to take over. "I'm not helpless."
Gaara's father was stunned. This demon had never talked back to him, had always just taken his beatings. Why was he fighting back now?
"I'm not going to let you just beat me anymore," Gaara growled. He reached up and pried his father's hand from his hair. Gaara slowly stood up, his head throbbing, and holding his father's hand, twisting it slightly. Gaara's father punched him in the face on the same side of his head that he had been pounding into the table. Gaara's head snapped to the side at impact, his lip splitting open and blood dribbled down his chin. Turning his head slowly to face his father, Gaara grinned at him, his sanity precariously hovering on the brink. Gaara could hear the faintest murmurings of that song signally insanity.
"You're not, are you?" his father sneered and punched his son in the stomach. Gaara keeled over, dry heaved and clutched onto his stomach. "You're doing such a good job of resisting."
Gaara clutched his knees and slowly stood back up. He glared pure malice at his father. The song was getting louder and he could hear sinister laughter bubbling up through the darkness. Gaara cracked a lopsided grin and his father took a step back. Gaara reached out and grabbed the taller man's collar, keeping him where he was.
"You will not beat me again unless you want a fight," Gaara growled. His father's eyes narrowed and Gaara bared his teeth. Pulling back his other hand and curling it into a fist, Gaara slammed it straight into his father's left eye. His father fell to his knees from the force of the blow and the fact that he was now unconscious. Gaara let the man drop to the floor and kicked him.
"I'm not taking this lying down anymore," he growled and turned on his heel. Gaara stumbled through the kitchen and to the living room to his siblings. He heard Temari gasp and guessed that he was looking about as good as he was feeling. He somewhat saw his sister approach him and felt tentative fingers on the right side of his face, the side that had received the brunt of his abuse tonight. Gaara hissed at the soft contact.
"Gaara, you look horrible," Temari said, putting her hands on her youngest brother's shoulders to steady him.
"I feel horrible," Gaara said, smiling wryly. Temari sighed.
"Where's father?" she asked. Gaara chuckled coldly, causing his sister to take a step back. "Gaara?"
"He's in the kitchen, on the floor," Gaara said calmly, hearing Shukaku chuckle maliciously in the back of his mind and telling Gaara what a good number he had planted on his father.
"What did you do Gaara?" Temari cried, immediately panicking and thinking the worst had happened. Gaara laughed mirthlessly.
"I knocked him out," Gaara said, laughing again. "I told him I wasn't going to take this any more without putting up a fight."
Temari could only stare at her brother as he cracked up, his icy cold laughter filling the room and giving her chills. She had never seen him in this sort of state before, it was freaking her out. Kankuro put a hand on her shoulder.
"Gaara… you're sounding a little on the creepy side," he said. Gaara stopped laughing abruptly. He blinked at the two blurry forms of his siblings.
"Sorry," Gaara said, lowering his head. Temari put her hand on his head.
"Its alright, you go on upstairs and have Sasuke fix you up, we'll get him in his room," she said. Gaara numbly nodded before heading for the stairs.
Gaara realized that he was quite proud of himself. He hadn't just sat back and took the beating. He had fought back. Fought the power and won. Gaara made his way up the stairs and felt his way along the wall to find his room. He knocked on the door, barely remembering what he had said he would knock. 'Shave and a hair cut.' Gaara waited patiently for the response. 'Two bits' finally came and Gaara sighed in relief as the door opened.
"Gaara!" Sasuke exclaimed worriedly. Gaara allowed a small smile to rest on his face as he was dragged into the room. Sasuke felt around and finally found the light switch. He led Gaara to his bed and sat him down, examining his face. The right side of Gaara's face was bruised and bleeding, along with his lower lip. Sasuke felt a pang of sadness rush over him.
"Where's your first aid kit?" Sasuke asked.
"In the bathroom," Gaara replied tiredly. Sasuke rushed off to find the kit. He dashed down the hall into the bathroom, scrounged around and finally found it. When he got back, Gaara was lying on his back, apparently staring at the black ceiling. Sasuke suddenly realized Gaara's room was all black.
"Sit up," he commanded gently. Gaara did as he was told and suddenly Sasuke found himself pinned to Gaara's bed with a grinning Gaara hovering over him.
"Much better," Gaara spoke, but it wasn't Gaara's voice. Sasuke's eyes widened. This wasn't his Gaara he realized. The voice was too deep, the mannerisms were too different, and Gaara would never pin him to his bed.
"Gaara?" Sasuke asked tentatively. A creepy grin spread over the face above his.
"Gaara's taking a nap right now," that deep voice said. Sasuke's eyes widened a fraction more. "I'm Shukaku, Gaara's inner demon."
Brooklyn'sGurl: Wow... thank you so much for the wonderful words! I feel special. :) And yes, poor Sasu, pets have it rough. And there is nothing wrong with the rabid fangirl-ness (I do believe I'm pretty close to being rabid). It may be the DARK SIDE, but they have cookies. XD
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Demonchildssister: he he he... I'm not very good at reviewing either. But I am easily amused, so I totally loved that all I got was an emoticon. And thanks for the compliment on the kissing scene, I was a bit worried about that. Thanks for the support!
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ShishouNekkyou: Yup, Gaara's a blushing machine. Poor guy just doesn't know how to handle the smexiness of Sasuke. And no problem about answering your question, I'm always up for explaining things if people don't get something. Thanks for the review!
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YINGYANGBLOSSOMS : Yup, Gaara's blushing a lot. I'm sure he'll be used to Sasuke's very forward ways eventually, but now he's still like "OMG! Molestation!" ... it would be kind of funny to see Gaara actually do that... he he he... but anyway, Thanks so much for the continuing support!
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