SFT-Sorry it took me ten years to update

Gaara-yeah you better be sorry

SFT-what was that mister panda

Sakura-oh great they at it again (sigh) she dose not own Naruto

Ch.2:Why?

Gaara was in a panic after the pink haired girl left him standing in middle of the hallway by himself. He didn't stick around to wait to see if she had informed anyone of his small…'incident' if you could call intending to commit suicide a small incident. Which all lead with him running away from the school as fast as he could. When he could run no more he stopped at park dropping into the closets bench to him out of breath. He looked to the sky that is when he realized it was raining heavily. He was soaked to the bone, his black school jacket weighing him down with how much water it sucked up. Gaara cursed under his breath for his stupidity of leaving his waterproof coat in his locker. He was so intent in getting the hell out of there that he didn't notice the rain.

Gaara teeth started to chatter now; he hugged himself to console the little heat he had, which was not much. Gaara knew sitting here will only get him a cold but getting a cold was better than returning home to that…that thing he calls a 'father'. Gaara fingers fisted in his coat and bowed his head to the ground with his eyes clenched shut those words the girl said echoing in his head "you know suicide does not take away the pain it makes it worse" he whispered under his breath . All of sudden the cold pelting of the rain stopped Gaara head snapped up what he saw made him freeze. The girl he saw not even fifteen minutes ago was standing before him wrapped up in a red coat holding a black umbrella over the both of them. Gaara mind once again went into panic thinking she had bought a teacher or someone with her but he looked behind her to see no one there this lessened his panic a little. He wonder why she was here holding a umbrella over his head staring at him with a blank look as if she did this ever day for anyone.

She spoke making him almost jump in shock "I saw you running outside from the school window without a proper coat" he notices her voice held no emotion but held a tint of concern.

This confused him why would she care about him? he was a worthless nobody…at least that is what everybody calls him. Gaara looked at her green eyes "why?" he asked.

She didn't answer him just pushed the umbrella handle in front of his face "here". Gaara looked to her to then the handle then back to her, he could see she was not going to move it until he took it. He reached out with a pale hand, his fingers accidently brushed against hers making a spark rundown his body. He looked straight at her to see her usually blank look was shattered with the slight widening of her eyes. She shoved the umbrella into his hands and stuffed her hands in her pockets then made a fast pace out of the park.

Gaara looked at her as she made her way out of the park. He then looked up to the umbrella that covered him from the freezing water he could have sworn she was...'blushing'. Gaara quickly shook his head no he was being foolish they was no way a girl as pretty as her could like someone like…him. He let out a sigh; stood from the bench and made his way out of the park to the hell hole he calls a home.

Gaara avoided all the gangs that plagued his streets not wanting to get mugged by them he just kept his head down and walked fast moving and avoiding all human contact as possible. When he was near his apartment he slowed his steps before coming to a dead stop outside the front door. He closed the umbrella making sure to shake off the water from it. Staring at the door he hesitantly reached for the doorknob, turned it and as expected the door was open. His dear darling evil ass father never locked the door because he was always drunk out of his mind to never do it and he would beat Gaara like it was his fault.

He slowly entered the room and looked around the room to see no one but when he turned to close the door he felt a sharp a blow to the side of his. Gaara fell to the floor his vision blurred from the blow to the head. He didn't get time to sit up as he received two kick to the ribs and a painful one to his leg "yo-u thou-ght I…would for-get about…you" somebody slurred out above him that somebody being his father, who was drunk…like always.

Gaara turned his head up to his father to see him standing over him on wobbly legs like a newborn deer and with a beer bottle in his left hand. The man was snarling at him he pulled his leg back giving him another painful kick to his side making him gasp in pain.

After that his father stumbled for the door not before shouting back at his beaten son that laid on the floor "I ex-pect this me-ss to be cleaned u-p when I…get back y-ou bastard!" this was followed by the slamming of the door.

When Gaara was sure his pain leased to it almost being bearable. He used the umbrella that fell beside him to help him stand up. He gripped his side and bites his lips hard he had a feeling it was going to be bruised really bad soon. He looked around the room he was commanded by his father to clean, this was going to take forever to clean, especially with his injures. He moved around the room picking up beer bottles and cleaning up things Gaara was sure hell was not going to touch that with his hand so used a tissues to pick them up.

When he was done it was 8:30 pm he looked around to see if they were anything else he missed but the room still looked like crap but it can't get any better than this. He let out a sigh the pain near his ribs dulled to a dull ache, he also cleaned the cut he had in his hair where his father punched him, one of his father rings most of left a small cut. The red head looked down at the umbrella that assisted him in his tasks, very thankful that the pink haired girl gave it to him "wait I never asked her name?" he realized he never thought to ask her name? He was just in so much shock that she would follow him in the pouring rain to give him her umbrella and it was the kindest thing anyone would do for him.

Gaara just let out another sigh he made his way over to the barley working fridge he opened it up to see nothing in it but beer bottles and some out of date milk, he slammed the fridge door closed and leaned against it "it looks like it's no food tonight again" he made his way to bed planning to sleep away his hunger which he doubt will work considering he can't sleep most of the time. As predicted he could not sleep so sat up in his bed writing some songs down. It helps him forget the pain and sadness a bit. He reached into his pocket to grab a rubber to get rid of a mistake he did but pulled it back when his fingers brushed against something sharp and cold. He realized that he still had the razor still in his pocket.

The teen slowly reached into his pocket to pull it out and held it at eye level. He saw his blood from before had dried up on it, he caught some of his reflection in the cool melted. What he saw in his eyes was sadness, pain, anger and hatred all these emotions were seen in his teal eyes. In a rush of fury he placed the blade at his wrist but then stopped pink hair and jade eyes flashed in his mind then followed by the word "you know suicide does not take away the pain it makes it worse"why?, why would she care about him?, those words and the umbrella. She did things nobody ever did for him and he wanted to know why?.

Making his mind up Gaara placed his blade under his pillow, laid down, stared up at the ceiling hope and too god tomorrow was not that bad but this was cut short by the opening of the front door and stumbling footsteps. Gaara clenched his eyes shut as his bedroom door was slammed open…god help him.

SFT-I really enjoy writing for you guys oh yeah one more thing take a look at my friend story 'The Three Jinchuuriki' I think it's good story also if your a GaaSaku fan you might like it.

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