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If: Welcome readers to the 19th chapter of A Day in the Life! Party! Sorry this is a bit slow coming out, but I was really busy the other day and didn't get to write! TT The sadness of it all.

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Warning: Dark material! Torture, Rape, other such things! Beware!


Gaara just looked at Sasuke for a moment, and Sasuke just looked back at him. Gaara was trying to figure out how much Sasuke knew if Naruto and Temari had told him about Yashamaru then he'd know just a fraction of the story. All Gaara knew about Sasuke was that his family was slaughtered, he hated his brother and he disappeared from the face of the earth for three years. Sasuke knew that his father was abusive, his uncle tried to kill him and that his siblings didn't like him very much early on in his life. Sasuke knew details, Gaara just knew the basics.

"You're starting," he said, breaking the silence. Sasuke blinked at him.

"Why do I have to start? I'm the one who was tortured by your split personality a little while ago, I deserve to know before you," Sasuke retorted. Gaara just deadpanned at him.

"You know more about me than I know about you," Gaara stated simply. Sasuke sighed and hung his head.

"Fine," he said defeated. "Where do you want me to start?"

"Three years ago," Gaara said. Sasuke shuddered.

"I was afraid of that…"


Three years ago I left Konoha. I had met Orochimaru, the man I left with, half a year prior. He was a teacher at the college Itachi was attending. I don't remember exactly why I had to go with my bastard brother to meet and greet all his teachers, but I did. I got stuck hanging around Orochimaru most of the time, and we chatted about various things, the political state of the country, some new scientific discoveries we were reading about, various policies that were being enforced over seas, and the like. I found that we had similar tastes in what we were interested in… but to be frank, he creeped the hell out of me. He just seemed like one of those closet pervert pedophile types. Not the type of person I wanted to be around.

I don't know how he got our home address, but he found it somewhere and started to keep a correspondence with me. I haven't the slightest idea why I returned his letters with letters of my own. All I know is that now that I think back on it, it was a really stupid thing to do. He was a crazy pervert stalker pedophile…

But anyway, three years ago it all came to a head. I couldn't stand the atmosphere at home. My brother, who never took notice of me before, was bed-ridden and becoming possessive. I couldn't go anywhere, I couldn't see anyone, and I couldn't do anything. He was controlling my life from a bed. I hated him so much. I had gotten into this hug fight with Naruto, which he seems to have conveniently forgotten… and Sakura was practically molesting me every time she saw me. So when Orochimaru said that he was going to go to New York and that he'd like to take me with him to privately educate me, I jumped at the chance to get away. I asked Naruto to come over the day before I was going to leave. We spent the whole day together and patched up our relationship. Then I dropped the bomb. He just walked out on me. Left me standing, alone in the foyer of the house, stunned.

I hadn't expected his reaction to be so… negative. Orochimaru came to pick me up at six in the morning the next day. No one but Naruto knew that I was leaving. I left without so much as a goodbye and disappeared off the radar for three years.

The first three months were fine. Orochimaru had an apartment in New York and he let me stay with him. He'd teach me every day, always making time in his apparently busy schedule to take the time to impart some new information to me. I was having the time of my life. I had transferred any money I had to a different bank, I got a debit card, and I was living it up in New York. I saw new shows on Broadway, I shopped in all the best stores, and I learned much more than I would have in any normal school.

But at the end of three months, it all went sour. It was a Thursday I think, that he took me out. He slapped a leather collar around my neck "for my own protection" and he took me to a bondage club. I was only fourteen. I was put with all the other 'pets' while he went off and did whatever it was he did. I was scared, I didn't know what was going on, and I had this sinking feeling that from now on all bets were off and that I was no longer his pupil, but his slave.

I was taken home with him and his 'graduate' student Kabuto. At the age of fourteen, I was tied forcibly to the small bed in the master bedroom. The first time it was rape. I was only fourteen, I knew what was happening, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was raped.

From that first night on, I had to wear that leather collar. If I took it off I was punished. Punishment would range from being hit with a leather belt, to being cut with various sharp objects, to being forced to suck them off. It didn't matter to them. I had unwittingly become just another missing kid who had stupidly walked into a predators trap. Whatever became of me was my own fault.

Days were spent cleaning, slaving over the stove, and randomly being shoved against a wall and being taken against my will. I couldn't fight back, because Orochimaru had power in New York, he had connections, and he had managed to dope up my brother just enough one night to gain custody over me. Anything he did was within his rights, as he would say before every deplorable thing he force me to do. He was my guardian, and even if I ran away and managed to get a case against him, it would be taken off the books, I would be virtually repossessed and throw back into his care without so much as a backward glance. No childcare services would find out, and if I ran to one of them they'd be handsomely paid to keep quiet. I was just a missing child that no one knew about, who was in the hands of a maniacal genius who had clearly thought through all of this.

I tried to run away within the first month that my situation changed. But every time I would run, the police would be sent out for me. Orochimaru had high ranking officers in the palm of his hand. They would scour the city, and no matter where I'd hide, no matter how hard I ran, they would always find and catch me. I would be bound, gagged, and dragged back to the police car. They'd throw me in the backseat spread my legs and fuck me.

Orochimaru would develop this penchant for torture every time I would come back, battered, bruised and bleeding from places that shouldn't bleed. He would strip me down and try out a new 'toy' he would have bought off the black market. Every time was something new. I vaguely remember one instance where he had found an anal pear to try out. I don't remember much after that. He tried thumb screws once, but decided that it would be a bit too much of a hassle to drag me to the hospital to get me fixed up. I didn't try to run after that.

Torture became a daily thing. Cuts, bruises, welts… I grew immune to the pain after a short six months. Six months straight of torture. Nothing but torture. I wasn't touched in a sexual way, I wasn't taught, and I was just tortured for six months. He'd beat me and leave me tied up to the bed for days on end, leaving the apartment and not coming back until I couldn't bear the thirst or hunger anymore. Then he'd feed me a large meal and watch with a twisted amusement as I was violently sick because of too much food, too fast. I would be cut and then shoved into a pitch black closet for a week, with food being discreetly shoved in during the middle of the night so that no light would shine into the room. I could've sworn during times like that that there were other children in the closet with me, talking to me in eerie voices.

The next six months were something I don't want to remember, nor do I want to talk about it. It was in those months that I became acquainted familiarly to just about any friend that Orochimaru had.

A year was passed in a seemingly normal fashion. He went back to teaching me. If I misbehaved I knew what would happen. The walls of the closet I called my room, were decorated with pictures. Not pictures of friends, since I didn't have any, but pictures taken while I was at my lowest. The pictures were of me being tortured, of me being raped, or any other deplorable act I was forced to endure.

It was during this time that I discovered letters from old friends, from a nearly forgotten time. Orochimaru had been receiving letters from a worried Sakura, and a remorseful Naruto, not to mention my bastard brother. It didn't seem as if they had been replied to either. All he did was collect them in a draw of his desk. I spent a day, having been good and not been tied to something, reading them all. I've never cried so much in all my life. It broke my shattered heart to read their pleas for response, to read their worries, and their hopes that I was alright.

I realized just what I had lost in coming to be with Orochimaru. I had lost two of the best friends I would ever receive. It didn't matter how annoying or think headed they were. They were my friends and they had meant the world to me. To abandon them was just too cruel, even for me. Even Naruto, who always said I was a bastard and that he hated me, was pleading and begging and you could tell that he had cried once or twice.

I put the letters back the exact way they had been, having not even touched the letters my brother had written. I crawled back into my closet of a room and waited patiently for the next time I was told to go out and get things. I saved up spare change, I withdrew dollars from my account, and soon I had $40 stashed in my room. When Orochimaru gave me his credit card and told me to buy office supplies, I hid the cash in my pocket and headed out. I grabbed envelopes and stamps and anything that he had wanted, being careful to put what I had bought somewhere he wouldn't find it on my person.

I began to correspond with my friends over the last of my years there. Together we formulated a plan that was to be set into motion to free me from the hell I had gotten myself in. Money was discreetly sent to them and after a while they were able to buy me a ticket for a plane to get me back. It was around this time that Orochimaru decided to mark me.

I was woken up early one morning, dressed in normal clothes that were a bit too tight and small for me, I recognized them as clothes I had brought with me two years ago when I had run off with Orochimaru. I was taken to a tattoo parlor and there Orochimaru put his 'seal' on me. Its not bad, but if I had been there any longer it would have progressed until it was all over my body, marking every inch of me.

The day finally came. The ticket had arrived in the mail; the date for departure was that evening. Orochimaru had left for the day, saying something about 'educating' his faithful minion Kabuto. I ran through the apartment and grabbed some clothes that would fit me and wouldn't look suspicious. I cracked open the lock to Orochimaru's safe, having long since memorized the combination, and grabbed all my necessary papers. I grabbed any things I wanted to take with me, which was practically nothing; the only thing I had grabbed was a necklace that had been sent in one of Naruto's letters. I unlocked the door and snuck out. I knocked on a friendly neighbor's door, the lady who lived to the left had always visited me and took care of me while Orochimaru was out, and I left through her window, traveling down the fire escape.

I ran downtown, to the heart of the city and called a cab. I climbed in and told him to get to the airport and hurry. It took forty minutes to get there, but it flew by so quickly that I barely noticed. I hurried through security, and sat at the terminal waiting to board my plane. At six forty five the plane started to be boarded and I got in line. It was then that I heard an announcement over the P.A. system, saying that the police were looking for someone of my description. I got on the plane. We took off ten minutes later.

When I disembarked from the plane, made my way back through security and looked for my friends, who had said they were going to pick me up, I was surprised to see a sober and normal looking Itachi.


Gaara just stared at Sasuke for a while, floored by the information overload. Three years of this boy's life were so much worse than his whole life, or so it seemed. Gaara surprised them both by doing something he had never done in his whole life: he hugged Sasuke.
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xX-Angel.Eater-xX: Wow, you almost cried because of Gaa-chan? Wow. Luckily for us Sasu was there to stop his downward spiralling thoughts. And wow! I didn't know so many people knew about the Dresden Dolls, let alone Coin Operated Boy. I'm so glad y'all get that reference and know what I'm talking about. And yes, definitly dirt on Sasu. Mwa ha ha ha...

Gaara'siceprincess: Heh... oops? I guess I'm just horrible when it comes to cliffies... They're so evil, and I sometimes don't realize I've written them. Hope you liked this chapter!

puptastic25: I'll admit it, I was pretty "WTF" when I first saw this pairing, but its grown on me like a fungus. I don't know why, but it just has this dark quality that just resonates with me (maybe because I like being able to torture characters...)... I'm glad you like the pairing now! Yay! And yes... the poor psychiatrist. He prolly went a little insane. XP

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Brooklyn'sGurl: Good, I was worried for a while that it would seem a little quick, and it is, but I don't think that he can stop himself from forgiving Gaara. Heh, I'm pretty sure that Gaara's gonna be sorry that he asked for Sasuke's history... Poor angsty little bishies... I make their lives so hard. XD

iaishounenai: I was worried that people would think that he got over it a little too quickly. But I think of it as though Sasuke can't help but not hold Gaara accountable. Sure it was a traumatic experience, but its like an abusive relationship, he knows it bad for him and he hates that its happening, but he can't leave, he can't stop loving the person that hurts him so... or I might just be going off on a tangent... He he he... and I'll agree with you, its impossible to hate Gaa-chan, he's just too awesome to dislike.:)

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YINGYANGBLOSSOMS : Totally, Sasu to the rescue! I'm sure that Sasu will be able to teach Gaa-chan how to love, and Gaara will return the favor. They're both a bit... jaded. But totally, it will be interesting to see where this all leads.

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