Sy does not own Naruto. Believe me if he did, you'd know. There'd be a lot less fighting a lot more loving. And vegetarians would rule the world. What? I'm a vegetarian. There's nothing wrong with that. Neways, this is a GaaraxSasuke fic with possible (definite) lemons in the future chapters. Enjoy.
Chapter 1(Greetings and Notes)
Gaara's Pov
Why can't it be real? It's something I always ask myself. I have a secret no one knows about me. I love to read romance stories. Be it novels, fan-fictions, anything really, I absolutely love it. And that is something no one would ever expect of me, Gaara Sabaku, the boy who, when asked what he loved, replied nothing. And I didn't lie, because as much as I love them, I hate them even more. Why? Because no matter how well written they are, the moment they confess their undying love it becomes fake. No one talks like that. 'I loved you the first time I saw you.' 'You mean that? I love you too!' It's sickening really. And that's why I read almost all of them, to see if I'll find something real, something that could actually happen.
Why can't it be real? That's not the only reason I hate them. Another is the whole question 'why can't it be real?' It's never real for me. I guess that's why I tattooed the kanji symbol for love on the upper-left side of my forehead, I suppose this way I'll always have love with me. I think I'm afraid that I'll never find the right guy for me. Yes I said guy, I am gay. It's not that there aren't guys who are interested, I admit that I'm very pretty for a guy with my blood-red hair, pale skin, sea-foam green eyes surrounded by thick, black eyeliner, and slightly petite frame, more in build than height, I'm 6'5, not too short. It's just that if they're interested, I'm not. I'm 15 and still haven't had my first kiss for God's sake!
I don't know… I guess I'm not meant for love. It's weird that no one suspects me of my obsession, not even my family, Kankuro and Temari, I guess it's because I never talk to anyone. Well except my best friend Naruto. Well at least that's how it went until he arrived. Until he showed up I kept pretty much to myself except for the time I spent with Naruto. No he wasn't my boyfriend, he was straight, and even if he wasn't, he wasn't my type. Way too tan and toned, completely against the pale, pretty-boy image I imagined myself with. And honestly he was. And I hated it. Because he made me feel like saying those fake things.
Normal Pov "Gaara!" The boy's sister called making sure he was getting ready for school and not sleeping. Like he ever slept. "We have to leave in 5. You better be ready." She, Kankuro, and Gaara had lived by themselves since their parents died in a car accident. Kankuro was a policeman and Temari was in college and between the two of them they'd alternate between taking Gaara to high school on they're way to their respective places. Today was her turn."I'll be down in a minute. Just let me finish putting on my eyeliner." He called from the bathroom to her.
"What's with you emos and eyeliner anyways?" She yelled back. Gaara didn't wear eyeliner because he was emo, even though he was. It was more because when he wore the thick, black eyeliner it covered the dark that surrounded the boy's sleep-deprived green eyes.
"You wouldn't understand." Gaara replied simply, walking down the hallway, adjusting his lip ring, and making sure his arm-warmers safely covered all the prayers he'd carved in them. That was the code word that Naruto and the redhead would use whenever they referred to them. Naruto didn't cut, that was just Gaara, but he did try to help the smaller boy quit and he had. Gaara would still 'pray' on occasion, but not near as much as he had used to.
"Breakfast before we leave?" Temari asked, grabbing a piece of toast for herself.
"No." Was the boy's short reply. He usually couldn't eat for most of the next day after he popped pills.
"Gaara? Did you happen to look while you got dressed?" The blonde girl asked looking at him quizzically.
"Not really. Why?" Gaara answered looking down at his body, trying to see what he was wearing. A tight, black shirt with some pink letters on it, a pair of too-tight jeans, two thin, white belts perched precariously around his hips, black converses, and buckle and lace arm-warmers. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Cause I think you're wearing my shirt." Temari replied, pointing to the black shirt he was wearing. Gaara looked down his shirt, this time reading the letters that ran horizontally across the front.
"'I dig guys in girl jeans'" he read. Looking up he raised an eyebrow. "So? It's true. Besides I'm going to be late if I go back and change." Gaara reasoned, shrugging.
"Whatever. But if they beat you up again… I'm gonna laugh." Temari said, rolling her eyes and taking a bite of her toast, picking up the keys to her car. "Come on. Let's go." She ordered while opening the back door.
"Fine." Gaara muttered, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, passing her through the door, and taking his seat in the passenger's side.
The ride to Konoha High only took a few minutes and soon Gaara was slamming the door in his sister's face as she tried to lecture him on the importance of being good. Despite his bad ass emo image, he was always good… well usually.
Gaara made his way to his first class, dodging his schoolmates, and occasionally waving to the few friends he had. By the time he entered the classroom, he had to readjust his belts and shirt. Walking over to his desk he noticed something odd. In the empty seat that usually occupied the space to the left of his desk, was a boy. A hot boy.
A smoldering boy that made his heart beat fast and slow. He had to stop thinking like that.
Taking his seat next to the boy, Gaara tried his best to not stare at the gorgeous pale, black-haired boy. Giving into his desire, he turned to look at the boy. "Hey. My name is Gaara." He offered, extending his hand for the boy to shake.
"I'm Sasuke Uchiha." The boy answered, accepting Gaara's hand. "And you're gay?" He asked, using the other hand to point at the redhead's shirt.
"Yeah, this is my sister's shirt." Gaara said, but noticing the crest-fallen look of the Uchiha and the fact that said boy was wearing girl jeans he quickly added, "But it is true. You have a problem with that?"
"I'd hope not." Sasuke retorted. "Especially seeing as how I'm gay." He pointed at his own shirt.
"'Taste My Rainbow.'" Gaara read. "How could I have missed? So… Your family laugh when you get beaten up?"
"I live with my brother, and he wouldn't laugh at me. Not as how he's gay too." Uchiha replied.
"You're kidding." Sabaku replied. "Both of you are gay?"
"Yeah and he has a thing for me. Kind of creepy… and awkward. Very awkward because I don't like him back and I see him every day. Though helpful, cuz the first and last time I got beaten up, Itachi went all out on their asses. He's a senior." Sasuke added.
"Yeah. My siblings just lau-"
"Class settle down. The bell has rung." The teacher, Iruka-sensei interrupted. "I'd like to inform you that we have a new student. Come up here." Iruka waited for Sasuke to make his way up to the front of the class. "This is Sasuke Uchiha. He just transferred back here. Maybe some of you remember him. Well if you do wait till after class. Make him feel welcome, and remember, projects are due at the end of class. You can take your seat." While Sasuke made his way back, Gaara was able to fully appreciate his appearance. God he was beautiful. He was wearing tight black girl jeans, with chains connecting the belt-loops and pockets, a tight black shirt with a rainbow and the afore mentioned phrase, and some white and black striped arm-warmers. Oh and a little bit of eyeliner, not like Gaara's, but no one's eye lashes were that dark.
"Hey fag!" One of the faceless kids yelled, throwing a wad of paper at him.
"Don't you know it." He replied giving the not so traditional 'fuck me' hand gesture, with both hands, and sticking out his tongue, showing off a marvelous piercing in the muscle. Gaara could picture having lots of fun with that. Wait. Gaara never pictured himself with anyone, he pictured them with other hot boys. That would be like admitting he could love, or even like someone. This was a first.
"Class! Settle down! Shin, see me after class. Sasuke, I'm giving you a warning because you're new." Iruka-sensei interjected.
"So you were saying?" Sasuke asked, taking his seat next to Gaara.
"Class has started. Get to work!" Yelled the teacher. Sasuke would have to learn that though he was nice; Iruka-sensei apparently was on a 24/7 Pms.
Gaara sighed. 'This really sucks. There's this hot guy sitting next to me and I can't even talk to him. Oh, and I have nothing to do as I stayed up till 3 in the morning trying to finish that fucking project. Iruka said at the beginning of class… whatever, just leaves me bored. Ugh, and I'm starting to feel… weird. This just isn't my-' His small pity party was cut off by a folded over piece of paper sliding on his desk.
Lifting up the corner as nonchalantly as possible, he read the surprisingly neat handwriting of one Sasuke Uchiha: So… what's a gay kid to do in this town?
'Hopefully me' he thought, but decided that going down that path was wrong, he kept his cool, stoic image and messily scribbled down a reply: I thought you used to live here. 'Oh. Beat that Mr. Sexy-pants… WHAT THE FUCK!' He thought as he passed the note back to Sasuke. He drummed his fingers patiently as he awaited his note.
Ouch. True, I guess I'll have to work on my pickup lines. 'Pick-up lines? OMG! He's hitting on me. Maybe this day's better than I originally thought.' He then added his own messy scribbles to the perfect script on the paper. Nice hair always works. 'Way to go Gaara.' He thought as he passed the note back, smug smirk intact. Waiting this time wasn't as hard.
Nice hair.
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