Disclaimer: Nope, not yet.
Warning: Obnoxious yaoi EVERYWHERE. Oh, and some het. But mostly obnoxious yaoi. -cheers-
Pairings: Main SasuNaru, GaaNaru. Minor KakaIru, LeeSaku, ShikaIno, KibaShino, NejiSasuHina.

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So You're In Love With Your Best Friend?
Chapter Five: In Which There Is A Date
Gaara's POV

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Twenty-two hours, ten minutes and thirty-seven seconds until I meet him, for our date.

Date.

Me, not Uchiha.

Me.

Twenty-two hours, nine minutes and forty-five seconds... counting. Looking out of the dirty glass window, the moon is still high up in the sky, glaring down at me with vengeance. "Fuck you moon," I whisper, wincing as my eyes twitch. The permanent Kohl wrapped around them itches.

Enough to make me want to kill someone.

I've got a few in mind. No one particular.

God, three, ten... where was I? Dammit. I lost track again...

The clouds remind me of Naruto. Everything reminds me of Naruto. The next time I close my eyes, images of that disgusting Uchiha and Naruto, together. It makes my fists clench, my blood boil. Nothing happened, but fuck, I knew the Uchiha was planning something. I could feel it.

When I saw that fucker kiss him, I wanted to run over and beat his balls until they looked like Kankuro's face.

Yeah.

Sleeping, is irrelevant. You know what happens when you sleep? You die. The shadows stop plotting to kill you and make good on their threats. They form things...

I sneak a glance at the bat placed beside my futon, clenching my fists. I'll be ready. The demons won't destroy me, not if I have something to fight them with. How do people stay away from such darkness? They're so pathetically vulnerable when they sleep.

So human.

Bla. Getting up, I make my way down our crappy creaky stairs, sadly missing the last step, and catch the rail before I fall. Unfortunately, the rail is old and breaks off, taking half the fucking wall with it and smacking me in the face as I plummet to my doom.

Before I pass out, I hear a shaky, "Well... that's the third time. Hm."

I will get my...

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I hate the term waking up. Because I never do. So let's say, I back to reality from passing out, realizing that yes, I'm still fucking laying at the bottom of the stairs, no one even bothering to move the damn rail off my aching body. There's going to be hell for this. HELL I say!

A silent groan passes through my lips, and I elbow the stupid thing away, not missing the loud 'clank' sound, because when I fell, it took a good chunk of plaster with it.

At least it's morning. I pad my way into the box we call a bathroom, assessing the damage. Nothing visible. Reaching behind my head, sticky coating covers my neck. Blood. I flick it off my fingers, slightly concerned that it's sti -

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Goddammit.

Fainting was NOT on my list to do today.

And I missed school.

Naruto probably thinks I won't come tomorrow which will end up in him not showing up for our date and me having to fuck someone up and -

The door bell rings. It sounds eerie.

They're going to see my head bandaged... Temari did a horrible job. But my hair is naturally red, so you can't tell the difference... maybe I should take it off.

I'm going to look like a freak. Hn.

Oh well.

We don't even have a damn peephole. I could be opening the door to the face of a rabid serial killer. They'd like that, wouldn't they? Instead of some pedo - rapist, it's Naruto. Hm.

...NARUTO!

No, I didn't scream that. Not even in my head, just, you know. I'm a mess.

He smiles and holds out some sort of card - type creation. What am I expected to do? I go with the safe option. I stare.

"Do you want to come in?"

He looks confused. I slowly reach out and take the card, noting that it's wet...

Now he seems appeased. Good.

"You weren't at school today, I noticed." His foot footfall into my lovely home causes the carpet to stick to his sandal, and as we walk, the whole floor is pulled up. The wood is kind of ugly. But the carpet was worse, so really, he did us a favor.

"Yeah," I mutter, ushering him into the kitchen. "I had an accident last night..."

He hasn't seen my head - wrap until now. His eyes widen. "My god, Gaara. Who did that? It looks like someone took a bad, stuffed it with barbed wire, and then ground it down until it could - "

"I get the point, Naruto."

"Ah."

Does it really look that bad?

"Hungry?" I whisper, but then realize a little too late that we have no food. I poke my hip bone dejectedly. That means grocery shopping. Woo. Maybe I can sucker Naruto into going with me... so I can stare at his nicceee ass.

To my relief he shakes his head no, jumping up on the broken counter before I can stop him. He grins when I reach out, only to be dropped to his doom as the table top wobbles and slides off, dumping him face first on the tile. He shrieks dramatically. I twitch.

Should I help him? Or is that a girly thing?

Hm.

"Fucker! Why didn't you warn me, Gaara?" He stumbles, my arms instinctively going out to catch him, unlike the first time. His head rests in the crook of my neck. His breath feels nice.

Should I say something sexy?

Growling mentally, a blush paints my cheeks, I can feel the warmth there. My eyes close, everything but us fades away into the background. It's like one of those soap opera things. But I like it.

Until, "Gaara, you're bleeding through your bandages and - ew! It's in my hair ah!"

Dammit.

He grabs my hand, and smiles when we pull away. "Where's your bathroom?"

Oh, up the invisible hall way. Stupid fucking rail. He's going to see the crater stuck where the thing used to be. And then he's going to be like, "are you fucking poor?" and my life, or lack, thereof, will be over.

"No, it's fine. I'll just..." Think, Gaara. Paper towels? Yes, paper towels. "I'll clean up, you go into the living room..."

We don't have a living room. Fuck...

My quick thinking ends up with me running over to the sink while he begins to leave and dunking the back of my head into the water, just in time to hiss, "no wait, it's okay now!"

He stops, bewildered, and raises one sharp blond eyebrow.

"Riiight. Well, I came here to ask if we were still on for tomorrow...? If you're not up to it I - "

"NO," I shriek completely uncool. He looks like a deer in the headlights that got smacked with a stop sign. Frantic and pained. I recover and move closer to him, so close that I could just reach out and grab his hips... all I would need to do would be to unbutton my jeans and - fuck.

"I'm fine, Naruto. We're 'on'."

I smile slightly at him, hoping he calms from my extremely out of character outburst. It just makes him look even more flustered. Damn.

"Oh... Okay then."

Before I process what he's doing, he's leaning forward, his soft lips meeting my cheek. I fight the blush that pops back up, and it screams, fuck you Gaara! quite adventively. You when this time, you bitch.

Naruto's looking at me funny. It's almost... adorable.

"Sorry," I mutter, and he shrugs, going for the front door. I follow him and lead him out, breathing in his scent. Like coconuts.

He smiles a sweet, fuck me now smile. I nearly take its hidden invitation. But that would be wrong. For him. He needs time. I don't, but he does...

Naruto's blue eyes blink, I can identify all the different shades, like a rainbow in the sky. So wide and deceivingly innocent.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

I nod, licking my lips, a light smirk rising. "Yes."

"G.. goodbye then, Gaara."

He starts to walk away but I yank his hand back, bringing him back against my chest, ripping into his mouth with my tongue. His hand curls on my neck, clenching the fabric of my shirt. He tastes like coffee and something smokey, enough to make me yearn for more.

After at least five minutes, off and on for air, we break apart. He's not smiling anymore. And his eyelids are low, I can almost taste his groan.

"T-tomorrow..."

He glances back at me as he walks away. I grin at him smugly until he disappears.

Back to counting down the hours.

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I actually made it through school without punching/kicking/eliminating any of the retarded classmates I'm forced to attend Hell with. How I hate them. So, so much.

God help me, two hours and thirty seven minutes, forty-nine seconds.

What to wear, what to wear? Maybe something black. Oh! Look! My entire wardrobe is black. How convenient. Maybe a bath? People like their dates to smell nice, I'm assuming. I've never been on one, though.

Whatever.

Our shower is dinky, and small. Like everything else. I sigh as the water runs down my body, pooling at my feet. I pick up the soap, applying it, and then wash my crusty hair, wincing at the still caked blood. I forgot to wash my hair yesterday... Glaring, I scrub, and flick on some of Temari's lavender body spray.

Hm. Lavender. Too girly? Not compared to Naruto anyway. So that's done. I get out, wrapping multiple towels around my waist, just because of the pleasant scratchy feeling. I am the schools local sadist, after all.

Inspecting my attire, I button up the black dress shirt, and slip on the tight black jeans, grunting in approval.

Now. The last thing on my agenda.

"Kankuro," I murmur, glaring him down.

He opens the door to my bedroom, whistling gaily. "Yeah?" My eyes narrow, he immediately fixes his sentence. "Yes Gaara? Something you need?"

"I want the car."

His brow raises skeptically, but he doesn't say anything. "Here you go."

I pocket them, throwing a lethal glare just to see him writhe, and walk out. Sure it's crappy, but it's a car. Despite the fact that I only have my learners, I climb in, instantly groaning in frustrating when the door fucking FALLS off.

Why does everything I own break? And the exact moment I choose to use it?

"Kankuro, get your ass out here and fix this!"

He comes out with duct tape, grumbling as he applies it to the door. I smack him away and I rev the engine, starting for Iruka-sensei's house. Apparently, Naruto's staying there. Which pisses me off, because that pervert Kakashi is there, too.

I nearly get slaughtered by the many aggressive drivers, but manage to make it out alive. Just in time to pick up Naruto. He grins at me, obviously expecting some sort of gift. I'd cut out a lock of hair, but our relationship isn't quite to that stage yet. To him.

"Hey," he mumbles, slipping into the piece 'o shit Kankuro calls a car. He looks at me slyly, licking those plump pink lips of his. I shift uncomfortably. "So what do you want to see?"

"Hn."

"Click?"

I shrug. "Whatever you want is fine." I try smiling again, if only to show him I'm not completely unresponsive and anti social.

He smiles back and his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Pirates of the Caribbean then!"

I smirk, eyeing him while I put the car in drive. "I take it you've seen this movie?"

Blushing, he lets his mouth hang open, staring at me like I've just killed his entire - "

"YOU HAVEN'T?"

My elbow brushes against his, my stomach clenches unpleasantly.

"Not a movie person." Well, I don't really have any friends to go to the movies with. So it's out, mostly. Unless I want to be a reject and go to the movies alone. Pfft. I'm ripped on enough for being homicidal. No thanks.

"Oh," he murmurs, drumming his tanned fingers on the dashboard. "So you don't mind seeing it?"

"No."

What I would really like to happen, would be as following:

"Gaara, whys the car stopping - GAARAAAAA!

"Yeah, that's right."

Grunt, slap, thrust, heavy pants.

Repeaaat. Constantly.

But my delicious thoughts are halted when Naruto pokes me. We've stopped. At the stupid movie theater. Damn.

I frown disapprovingly.

His smile is so bright, that I get up and open his door, twitching. Something hot feels like it's burning into my back. But whatever. Today, is definitely the night.

Naruto's ass, meet Gaara jr.

Because you're getting very well acquainted.

If I have anything to say about it, that is.

Maybe the movie is sexy?

That'll help.

Or maybe Naruto will be horny.

Even better.

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Ah, the joys of writing Gaara. Yes, you will find out who Naruto met next chapter. And Sasuke spying. Mwhah.

Also, check out my newficForget Me Not, a SasuNaru AU based on the Nightmare before Christmas. Yes, I am pimping it out.

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