Blak-flame- squel gaara y neji es muy bonito! Ok, but anyways peoples. if you're reading this feel free to review it, please. Don't think I won't sink so low as to beg. Cause ill do it! Hehe, just kiddin'. But it would be nice, ya know? But, here's …chapter six…? Man, I gotta keep this straight…
Chapter Six…no…seven? …no, no. Six
Two.
Two cars had passed the Sabaku household since Neji had dropped Gaara off twenty minutes ago. Two cars had driven down the road only to find a dead end and having to turn around. Two cars that had nearly given Gaara a heart attack. Two people that couldn't read stupid signs!
The young boy had been staring out the window since he had watched Neji drive off and then after he had explained what had happened to him to his siblings. Since he had gotten that sick feeling in his stomach of not knowing when his father would be back or what was going to happen. The same feeling he had most of the time he was in the house. Gaara let a small smile slip as he thought of the pale-eyes Hyuuga. Gaara heard shuffling behind him, followed by whispering.
"You think he knows Neji left twenty minutes ago?" Gaara looked behind him to see Kankurou whispering in Temari's ear, grinning at his younger brother. The brown haired boy leisurely leaned on Temari, waving his hand lazily in the air, letting out a small whisper, "That Hyuuga has one nice car."
Temari smirked, "Jealous, Kankurou?"
"Maybe," the boy replied with a shrug, "Now, come on."
Gaara scowled, "Where are we going?"
"I promised you a fun night and I'll be damned if I break a promise to my little brother," Kankurou said as he walked over to said 'little brother', put him in a headlock and ruffled his bright red hair with his fist.
Gaara pushed on Kankurou's arms, trying to get his head back, but couldn't quite break loose from Kankurou's strong grip. Finally, Gaara gave up, twisting his head upwards he asked, "What are we doing?"
Kankurou released Gaara from the hold, "Well, we can watch movies, eat popcorn, gossip, do each others nails." Kankurou mimicked a girl's voice as he ticked each activity off with a finger. Suddenly, he got a mischievous look on his face, "And later, we can"—
Temari threw a pillow at the boy, hitting him in the face. "That's a cruddy movie version of what girls do at sleepovers, you idiot!" Gaara continued to snicker as Kankurou rubbed his face sorely.
After they all calmed down Gaara asked," What are we really doing?"
Kankurou took a big breathe as if to say something, but just looked around with his mouth hanging wide open. Temari gave Kankurou a flat stare, "You have no idea, do you?"
"None whatsoever!"
Temari sighed, "Gaara, why? Why do we have such a dumb brother? …who can't ever think of anything to do? One thing!" Blowing one of her bangs out of her eyes she thought, "So…what can we do?"
"Ha! Not so easy, is it? Kankurou exclaimed, almost triumphant.
"Shut up, Kankurou! Did you even put any effort into this?"
"…Yes..." Kankurou said, ashamed and looking at the ground. Gaara looked from his sister to his brother, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "Gaara, where are you going?" Temari called after him. Gaara glanced behind his shoulder, "I'm hungry!"
Temari perked up, "Let's make something!"
This time, Kankurou stared at Temari like she was an idiot, as they followed their little brother into the kitchen, "Make something? Seriously, that's the best you can do?"
"I don't see you coming up with anything better…or anything at all," Temari snapped back. Gaara listened with amusement to his siblings bickering. His shoulders visibly sagging as he looked in the fridge for something eat, only to find it completely empty. "Guys, we don't have anything eat," Gaara interrupted the other two, who both leaned over his shoulder. Both surprised to see only a water bottle sitting on the shelf.
"…Hn…I guess you're right…" Kankurou said quietly.
"Let's go shopping!" Temari said happily. Both Gaara and Kankurou turned to look at her, "Fine, then. Starve."
Kankurou looked at Gaara, who shrugged. "Alright, come on, let's go!" Kankurou said, throwing his fist in the air as he grabbed the keys and threw them at Temari, Gaara following dutifully behind. Temari sighed, rolling her eyes, 'Boys.'
When they got to the grocery store, Kankurou charged in, Gaara and Temari following in a few moments later. Temari looked around, "What should we get?"
Kankurou ran over to the frozen section, grabbing four cartons of ice cream, "Ice cream!" He shouted across two aisles, then dumping them into the cart that Temari had sitting in front of her. Gaara slowly walked over to another aisle and casually grabbed an armful of cookies. He walked over to Temari and the now practically overflowing cart of food, looking up and her blankly. She sighed, "Why not?" Smiling happily to himself he tossed them into the cart. He started walking back, when he heard his sister shout "Kankurou, stop!" Looking back to see what had caused her to yell, he saw Kankurou with an armful of food about to dump it into the cart, but had frozen mid-step. He snickered as he saw Temari whack his brother on the head, who sulked back to an aisle going to put the food back. Gaara got another box of cookies, and decide that would last him the night. If he planned it right.
"See, Gaara has some self-control!" Temari shouted at their brother when Gaara got back to the cart, only the two boxes in hand. Kankurou sulkily put the food back, wile Temari and Gaara tried to ignore the people who had come to see what all the yelling was about. Temari lost it after a couple of minutes, "Gaara, if they don't go away, I'm going to start screaming again…" She growled to her little brother. Gaara silently nodded, before walking in a random direction, Temari slowly following behind.
"Wait guys! Come back! Where ya goin'?" Kankurou yelled after them, before quickly catching up. Gaara looked down at the cart of food, "I think this'll do," Gaara said contently. Kankurou nodded enthusiastically.
Temari snorted, "You both would." They walked to a cash register and tried to hold back their laughter at the look of horror on the young cashiers face. Truth to tell, both Kankurou and Temari felt bad. They were both well aware of how much Gaara could eat. They were both also aware of how little their father let him eat. Almost a full ten minutes later, they had their bags of food and were heading back out to the car.
Another fifteen minutes later, they managed to put all the bags in; unfortunately there was no longer any room for Gaara. He crawled into the front seat, between Temari and Kankurou, trying not to get in the way of Temari driving too much. A half hour later, they were back in the house with piles of food on the kitchen table, all three completely exhausted from all the trips they had to take to and from the car.
Gaara propped his head slightly up from the floor it had been on, "We never got a movie…" Kankurou groaned, "No…the movie…"
Temari's head snapped up, "No! We are not going back out! We'll just watch one of our movies…"Towards the end, she let her head fall back down from the floor. "…We should get up." She could hear groans coming from around her, as they were all sprawled on the floor. "Good point."
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Temari looked around, there boxes and bags of empty chips, cookies and other junk food. "Kankurou, you are not getting out of cleaning."
Kankurou looked up at Temari from the couch with begging eyes, "Please?"
"No."
Kankurou slowly got up as the two of them started cleaning and picking up. Once they were done, an hour later Gaara was still asleep on the couch clutching his last box of cookies. Temari nudged Kankurou before she went upstairs. Kankurou walked over to the couch and gently picked up his brother and carried him up to his room. He was surprised that he was sleeping, since they didn't know when their father would be returning. Kankurou smiled to himself, it was like it should always be that night. Just the three of them having fun.
Kankurou kicked his door open and gently put his little brother down on his bed. He looked fondly down at him, but could feel his fists clench as he looked at the bruises. Asses. Taking it out on His younger brother and not having the balls to take him up. Even if he had beaten them both relatively easily. He'd have to show them their mistake. Kankurou settled down on the floor, trying to smother the flame of anger he could feel rising in his chest.
When Gaara woke up, he didn't know what time it was. He judged it was maybe the afternoon. Kankurou was slumped over on the floor, snoring lightly. He rubbed his eyes, wondering how long he had slept, before lightly stepping over Kankurou and walking downstairs. As he walked down the stairs, he stopped short on the first step.
His father was sitting on the couch, a beer in hand, an evil grin on his face. The small red-head could already feel himself start to shake. He watched as the older man took a swig from the bottle then growled, "Hey, boy. Get over here." Gaara slowly started walking down the stairs, "Faster," He was practically snarling at his youngest son.
Gaara did his best not to trip over his own feet as he went down the stairs. He stood their awkwardly for a second before the man on the couch started laughing wickedly, "What happened to your face, shit? Obviously, I don't have to be here for you to know what you really are!" His father cackled, and Gaara did his best to hold back his tears. "What, are you crying?" He shrugged to himself, "Not my fault you can't handle the truth."
Gaara stood their awkwardly for the next half-hour, watching his father drink his beer and listen to his comments. 'Please let this be it.' Suddenly, the man glared sharply at Gaara, "You know what you did, you worthless fucker. Why are you still here?" He jumped to his feet, his face turning red as he shouted, "GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Gaara stumbled backwards, shocked, only angering the man further. "Don't you understand? Are you that stupid? Get out, nobody wants you here! I'm sick of you leeching money from me, whore!" He roughly grabbed the front of Gaara's shirt, his fist in the air.
"Stop!"
Both Gaara and his father turned to see Kankurou standing at the top of the stairs, looking nearly as angry as their father. Gaara took his chance and slipped from the grasp and ran towards the door, he could hear Kankurou running down the stairs behind him. He flung the door open and bolted down the street, only vaguely aware of the voices coming from his house.
"Gaara!"
"Don't come back, fucker!"
As Gaara reached the end of the street, he was aware that his face was wet. Crying. He was crying. It took him some time to process this. Now that he was out of the house, Gaara had no idea where to go. He was glad however, the he was fully dressed in what he had worn the day before and that he had never taken his shoes off.
"Where do I go?" Gaara mumbled to himself, completely at a loss. He could practically hear a Bing! In his head as he thought of a person who would let him stay with them. It also had something to do with the fact that he didn't know where anyone else lived. He started in what he thought was the right direction. Gaara tried remembering which way to go.
An hour later, Gaara got to Neji's apartment. He was vaguely aware of his stomach grumbling unhappily as he knocked on the door. He forgot about all of that however when Neji came to the door, looking perplexed. He could feel his face heat up and felt somewhat guilty for coming.
Neji smile, however, "Gaara…what are you doing here?"
Neji watched, amused as the boys face got even redder, "I-I…"
The brunette shook his head, "Never mind, at least you're not here to rob me again." Neji grinned as he saw Gaara give a small smile at the joke. "Come in." Gaara nodded, looking as embarrassed as ever. He walked in the large apartment; it only looked a little familiar.
A tall man with the same pale eyes and long brown hair walked out of a door that stood next to the stairs, "Who was at the door, Neji?"
Neji wanted to smack himself for a second; he had forgotten his uncle was there. He cleared his throat slightly, "Uncle, this is my friend Gaara. Gaara, this is my uncle."
The older man smiled politely, "Nice to meet you, Gaara,"
Gaara smiled shyly back, "H-Hello." He felt a surge of even more guilt hit him, had he interrupted something?
"Don't worry; I was just about to leave. Goodbye, Neji. Nice to meet you, Gaara," the man said, as if reading Gaara's thoughts. Neji said goodbye to his uncle and then turned back to Gaara, "You look a little unstable, are you okay?"
Gaara laughed a little, even though it was a little shaky, "Unstable?"
Neji smiled too, "You know what I mean."
Gaara looked at the floor, not wanting to tell Neji. Neji nodded, "Okay." He walked up the stairs and left Gaara standing there at the bottom. Gaara looked around, not sure what to do. Was Neji mad at him?
"Come on!"
Gaara ran up the stairs and poked his head into one or two rooms before finding Neji in his room. Neji glanced over his shoulder as Gaara walked in, then went back to rummaging through his drawers, "Here, try these on." Neji held up a t-shirt triumphantly and a pair of sweat pants to go along with it. Gaara could feel himself start to relax in Neji's apartment, something about it comforted him.
Gaara changed into the clothes quickly, then looked at Neji quickly, who held back a laugh, the clothes were way too big for Gaara. "It's almost eight, I assumed you're staying the night and those are the same clothes you wore yesterday."
Gaara blushed as his stomach rumbled loudly, making Neji laugh.
"Come on, I haven't eaten either." They went back downstairs to the kitchen and Neji started looking around for something to eat. He pointed to a chair to Gaara that he could sit at. When Gaara went to the chair he tripped and fell on. Neji quickly caught him in his arms.
They both blushed as they looked at each other, their faces only inches apart. Before Gaara knew what was happening, Neji leaned down and pressed his lips softly to Gaara's.
It was soft, not demanding anything, but showing itself as an option. They broke apart, Gaara cradled in Neji's arms in the middle of his kitchen. Gaara looked at Neji, red-faced, but glad that Neji was the one to give him his first kiss.
blak-flame – yay! Gaara and neji kiss! Wow. I think this is the longest chapter I've written. I'd reread it, but…yeah. So, I hope it didn't suck to much and sorry if it did. Now that I think about it, I think I could've made this chapter better. …sorry! But remember the little talk we had reviews…? Yea? Yea? Yea!