Painted Dreams

by half of NF

AU: Gaara and Naruto are two young students entering Konoha University. Will their dark pasts keep them from experiencing any real future? Warning: abuse, death, love, yaoihet pairings. Other main characters include Neji, Shikamaru, Lee and Sakura

12. Dimensions

A/N: My apologies for how late this chapter was. I had a number of technical difficulties in the fact that I had fifty pages of it down, which got erased and lost after my laptop had some water spilled on it at the lake. But, better late than never, right?

New interlude chapter will be posted by tomorrow.

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"An' then...an' then...Sas...uke," the blonde's face was slack with fatigue, blue eyes grown dark with approaching sleep, "He, urm...hur..tri-ed...hmph..."

His tan body burrowed deeper into Gaara's soft black sheets, as Naruto fought to keep conscious long enough to finish his story. But, halted speech soon became indistinct murmur, And, even that eventually faded into the rhythmic breathing of a deep slumber.

Hn, he was the one who wanted to pull the all-nighter, mused Gaara, wryly.

Below his obviously occupied bed, the redhead lay on his stomach, resting warm cheeks against the smooth, cool page of his sketchbook. A delicious feeling of exhaustion seeping through the boy's body every time that he closed his eyes in blink after prolonged blink.

Not yet.

Pushing himself to his feet and padding silently over to the dorm window, Gaara slid the large screen aside to let in a crisp Konoha breeze. The refreshing air seemed to soak into the redhead's bones, invigorating and forcing the boy into a temporary wakefulness. Street lamps played across the campus grounds, uncovering shadowy corners and dispelling fear in tones of orange and blue. The ambient light of the city seemed to reach up into the heavens, blotting out the stars, only a few of the strong shining through.

Still, too many.

Gaara, closing his eyes, leaned back against the hard edge of the window's metal frame, God, I hate them.

Unlike Suna, whose small population and lack of urban development made for a brilliant, night sky, teeming with stars, planets, and, all manner of other celestial objects, Konoha was a large city.

Its sky was one of reflected electrical light and clouded emptiness, and the redhead loved it.

For, while every star in Suna's night sky had been a marker of some past pain or hurt, the blank Konoha heavens had made Gaara feel as though he had been wiped clean.

So, of course, the night after seeing those tw...of course, there are stars out tonight.

The irony, while not appreciated, was not lost on Gaara.

"Oh, Hinata-chan, are you sure you don't want some more ramen, I..murmblesmuchsmfn," a dreaming Naruto, suddenly interjected, disturbing the redhead's troubled thoughts.

As he always did.

And, hopefully, always will, thoughtGaara, an unbidden smirk edging around the corners of his mouth.

Taking one final deep breath, the redhead walked back over to where he had been sitting. In the process of doing so, the slim boy found himself being watched by kind, brown eyes, lazy-lidded with fatigue.

Lee, huh? I can't believe that he's still awake.

Gaara changed direction and moved to sit down next to the other boy, who was smiling at the redhead softly with almost heartbreaking sweetness and something else, as well.

"I am proud of you, my friend. There are not many strong enough in this world, who can bear the hurt you have and still be able to give such a heartfelt smile," Lee said without pretense or ego, "I am certain that I do not possess that kind of strength, Gaara."

Yes, the redhead had told his best friend about the events of that afternoon, of Deidara and Sasori, and, even, of how Naruto had come to his rescue.

So, how can he think that I am strong? Gaara wondered, while looking at the other boy with his tousled bowl cut and toned frame, clothed in a green beater and orange boxers.

However, Lee was speaking in earnest.

The kind youth was always honest, to a fault. And, although, Gaara hadn't been able to bring himself to tell his best friend more about Deidara and Sasori, than was strictly necessary, the redhead had been startled to realize that Lee fully grasped the situation.

More than that, the other boy still cared for the redhead, regardless.

In fact, the only real effect that the information had on Lee was a renewed resolve to be a better friend to Gaara than he had been this past week, "I do not know a great amount concerning what your life was like before coming to Konoha...I fear, I have been remiss, in proclaiming myself your best friend, when I have ignored part of what makes you who you are."

Biting his lip in remorse, Lee continued, "I could say that it was out of consideration for your feelings. From what I knew and know now, you have not had the easiest path to walk in this world. Perhaps, my silence and lack of questioning was what you desired. Nonetheless, I should have offered my ear, even if you did not need anyone to listen."

Gaara felt the urge to stop the other boy's apology, as the two had been friends for little more than a week, and Lee could not be expected to have the responsibility of carrying Gaara's pain on his shoulders.

Even if the redhead had been able to bring himself to talk about any of it.

Ha, but, it wouldn't stop him, anyways.

With the utmost care, the bowl-cut wearing youth attempted to place his arm around Gaara's shoulders, in a gesture of comfort, while realizing that the other boy might feel anxious about anyone touching him so soon after his rendezvous with Deidara.

He was right.

Immediately, the redhead tensed up, but then, just as quickly, forced himself to relax into the other boy's arms, not wanting to hurt Lee's feelings. And, Gaara was rewarded for his efforts by a quick grin.

Maybe I should tell him more, but...

Gaara knew that all of the horrible things that had happened in his past, no matter whose fault they had been, would be accepted by Lee. And while, the boy may feel sorrow that his friend had to go through so much pain, Lee would not run away from any of it.

No matter what Gaara had done, what had been done to him, or whether he had enjoyed it or not.

To Lee, the redhead would always be his best friend.

From the first second of the first day that they met.

That was just how Lee was.

Gaara, on the other hand...

He may be able to accept everything and still...but, I can't. Not yet. I just can't. It's too soon. It's only been a week..

I can't forgive them, I can't forgive myself

I just don't want him to think that I don't want...

"But, do not worry, my dear friend, I do not expect you to tell me all you know, all of your past, or anything else tonight. As I said, I am here if you need someone to listen, and I would be honored for you to entrust me with your secrets. However, I am your friend, no matter what," Lee said with a bright, sparkling grin, holding his right thumb up in an "OK" gesture.

The redhead couldn't stop himself from grinning back and, finally, answering, "Thank you, Lee... but you guys shouldn't worry so much about me."

Gaara narrowed his eyes a little in joking suspicion, "Like staying up all night because you don't want me to feel lonely."

The brown-eyed young man next to the redhead looked slightly aghast, not having realized how transparent his and Naruto's intentions had been, when they had gleefully explained their "all-nighter" plan to the pale artist, "Gaara, I..."

But, this time, it was Gaara's turn to interrupt, "Well, I am going to bed. I didn't get any sleep last night. And, I am," he rubbed a hand through his blood-red bangs, weariness coloring his next words, "I am so tired."

Letting out a great, jaw-cracking yawn, Lee agreed, "Haha, if you are going to bed, than, I guess, I will, as well. A little sleep would not be remiss, I think"

The athletic young man leapt up with an easy grace, and began to put together a pallet on the floor from extra blankets that he kept in a chest at the foot of his bed. When he was halfway through, Lee twisted around to look at his best friend, "You may use my side, if you would like, Gaara. I will be fine on the floor, and you need a good rest more than I," he explained, pointing at his empty bed.

The redhead thought for a moment about protesting, but his wasted body and worn-out willpower convinced him to take Lee's advice. Rising up, Gaara crawled in between the other boy's soft, gray jersey sheets, wearing only a faded black T-shirt and navy blue boxer shorts. Once he'd laid down, it was as if the past two days had finally caught up with him, and a bone-deep weariness settled into the redhead's slim body.

So comfortable, but...

Gaara understood the reason why Lee had given up his bed, even though it was easily large enough for the both of them. If the kind young man had been concerned that hugging the redhead would cause hysterics, there was no way that he would attempt to share a bed with him.

As always, Lee was being the picture of politeness.

And, even while it was taking one step forward, letting Lee comfort him. A part of Gaara knew that he was taking another two steps back, in the process.

No, not this time.

The other boy had nearly finished preparing his make-shift cot and was about to lay down, when Gaara stopped him, "Lee...This is a full-size bed."

Two large eyebrows rose in question, while the redhead continued, "There's enough room for both of us."

Now, the eyebrows scrunched together in worry, "Gaara, are you-," Lee began.

Until he realized how hard this must be for his best friend, so he flashed another blindingly white grin, "Ok, thank you, Gaara. I do not know how happy my body would be with another night on the floor. You are saving me from a number of aches and pains, I believe."

With great care, Lee slipped in between the bed's charcoal comforter and slate sheets, creating a shield for Gaara, a cloth to separate them. Reaching up, the boy clicked off his desk lamp, while the redhead curled up into a small, sleepy ball.

Darkness fell in the room. The only remaining light coming from the street lamps outside and a too-full moon.

A few minutes passed, when Lee stirred.

The redhead could see the other boy digging around in his nightstand's drawer for something. After a moment or two, Lee turned with that something in his hands and whispered, "Gaara, I almost forgot. Neji brought these by for you yesterday, while you...while you were with Naruto-kun."

The redhead felt the thick weight of embossed paper, and an orange shaft of light showed him that Lee had just handed over four tickets to a soccer game.

Tomorrow's soccer game.

Sigh. Neji.

"If you want, I could tell him that I really did forget to give them to you. If you wanted to stay home..."

One step forward. Two steps...

Two steps forward.

"No, Lee, a soccer game sounds like fun...You're going to come too, right?" Gaara asked, trying not to let his worry at attending a social outing alone seep into his voice. Luckily, Lee was there to reassure him.

"Of course, Gaara. I would not miss your first game for anything. But, now, I hope I am able to get to sleep. I fear the excitement will keep me up," the brunette responded with enthusiastic honesty.

The redhead was going to say that he felt the same, but he was already drifting off, a small smile on his lips.

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"AGH! How could you guys let me sleep through all of my classes?!!" cried Naruto, blonde hair plastered across his forehead, blue eyes wide with sleep still tugging at their corners. Leaping up from Gaara's bed, the blonde kept on ranting and raving, as he paced around the room, looking for his shoes.

Which were, of course, under Gaara's bed, where all footwear seemed to end up, eventually.

"I can't BELIEVE I missed Psychology! Hinata-chan, oh, Hinata-chan, what were you going to wear today? Would we exchange numbers, as we accidently forgot to two days ago? Was it an accident?! And, now!" Naruto crossed his arms, and shook his head disapprovingly at the pair standing before him, "Now, I have to wait until Wednesday. Couldn't you guys have set an alarm clock or something?"

In response, Lee looked the definition of remorseful, placing his hands out, palms up, in a gesture of surrender, "I am so very sorry, Naruto-kun. We tried to wake you, repeatedly, and we did set the alarm. But, well," The boy blushed, "You were, um, attached to Gaara's pillow and, obviously, dreaming, so we...just, um..." Lee's voice trailed off into the kind of uncomfortable silence that occurs when you caught your friend molesting a pillow in his sleep, and you don't know how to tell him that nothing was going to make you try to interrupt.

Narrowing his eyes, Naruto turned to Gaara for his explanation. The redhead shrugged noncommittally and asked in an even tone, "So...you're up now, and we got tickets. Do you want to go to a soccer game with us?"

With jokingly tight lips and a manufactured glare of annoyance, the blonde snapped, "Of course, I'll go to the soccer game. But, next time, if you guys let me just fall-"

Gaara interrupted with a little malicious humor lighting his sky eyes, "It starts at 4 o'clock...It is 2:57, Uzumaki Naruto."

"AGH! How could you guys let me sleep-!" The other boy's voice was cut off, as the bathroom door shut behind him and the hiss of the shower came on.

Naruto's clothing hadn't even made it to the bathroom. In his haste to get ready, the blonde had thrown it off, letting it fall in small, soft piles, as he strode across the room.

Gaara and Lee stood in silence for a couple of moments, before the more youthful of the two cleared his throat, "Does he realize that he is still in our room and using our shower, not his own?"

The redhead responded with a simple, "Probably."

So, Gaara was a little surprised by Lee's immediate, almost gleeful response to the single word.

The bowl-cut wearing youth began to race around the room, intently searching for something, "I nearly forgot that Gai-sensei gave me these a few days ago, to distribute to all of my wonderful friends in support of our school and team. Ah, success!"

The boy pulled a thick cardboard box out from underneath his desk, and reached inside to get...

Huh?

In Lee's tanned hands were a pile of bright green shirts, emblazoned in an even brighter shade of neon orange with the slogan,

"KU Leaves: Let the power of YOUTH explode!"

The worst part was, Gaara thought, it didn't even make much sense, What do leaves and youth and explosions have to do with one another?

"I am certain that Naruto-kun will be honored to wear one of these, once he gets done using our shower. What do you think, Gaara?" The boy asked, and the redhead was astonished to see the glint of conspiracy lighting his best friend's large, brown eyes, "Especially when he sees both of us wearing them!"

Crap.

Sigh. I can't believe I'm doing this.

To Lee's utter delight, Gaara stuck out one hand, waiting to have the horrible T-shirt bestowed upon him, with its abusive color scheme and incomprehensible catchphrase. Quickly, the brunette scrambled to put on his own, while trying to find the redhead's size.

After a few seconds had passed, both the boys were in their hip, Gai-designed T-shirts, Lee with his usual brilliantly shining grin, Gaara with an empty air of resignation.

"So, Gaara, how do you like them?"

Thankfully, Naruto chose that moment to call through the bathroom door, "Hey, Red, I' m using your towel, ok? It's the black one, righ- Nevermind. Of course, it is. And, hey, I think I accidently threw my clothes out there, did-" The blond was saying as he walked out into the room, a dark sable towel hanging from his tan, muscular hips.

But, he was interrupted by the sight of Lee and Gaara in their matching outfits, and the pile of his clothing that was in the redhead's arms, collected while Naruto spoke.

"Wow, those are interesting shirts, guys. Hey, Gaara, can I have my clothes? I need to get changed for the game."

Always ready to help out a friend, Lee exclaimed, "Oh! Here you go, Naruto-kun, you can have one of these. You are very lucky that we have a shirt in your size, as well."

"Thanks, Lee, but I think..." the blonde began. Orange may have been one of his favorite colors, but, even, he wasn't color blind enough to want to see it paired with that particular shade of bright, leafy green.

Although, the slogan was kind of cool...

"Put it on," commanded Gaara, in a cold, unforgiving tone that seemed to say, if I have to wear this thing, then you do, too.

However, Naruto was not to be so easily swayed. And, although, a part of him rejoiced to see the redhead acting with such inner strength and defiance, most of him, "How about, No. Give me my clothes."

"Make me," challenged the redhead, crossing his slim arms.

Lee stood between the two boys, his face one of worry and elation. The brunette was excited that Gaara appeared to be gaining some kind of a sense of humor, as the situation was rather funny (Naruto picking a fight wearing the redhead's tiny, little towel, while the smaller Gaara just glared at him, boredly).

But, the boy also knew how destructive Naruto could be, and the last thing they needed before heading out to the game was a mess to clean up.

And then, to make matters worse...

Knock knock.

"Hey, Lee, Gaara, " the sound of the doorknob turning, "Why is your door locked? Aren't you guys ready to go yet?" Sakura called through the thick, dorm door.

The pink-haired girl's voice had the instantaneous effect of stopping all three boys in their tracks, heads turned towards the sudden intrusion. Looking slightly panicked, Lee hastily unlocked the door, opened it, walked out, and closed it behind him.

Leaving Gaara and Naruto alone in the room together.

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Slamming the door, Lee smiled as innocently as he was capable (think fleecy white lambs and fluffy little puppies), in an effort to convince Sakura that nothing was going on in the closed-off room and she need not investigate further. But, of course, the pink-haired girl was born with more than the average dose of cleverness and could not be fooled by her boyfriend's cute tricks.

And, unlike Naruto, Lee didn't really have the option of just running away.

"So, Lee," Sakura said with hands on hips, and a smile that sent all the wrong kind of shivers down his spine, "what's going on behind the door...that you don't want us to see?"

"Us", the boy discovered included not only Sakura but Chouji and Shikamaru, as well. In an attempt to make himself appear even more adorable, Lee had closed his eyes while smiling, hoping that the youthful way his fine dark eyelashes splayed across his cheeks would move Sakura's heart with their beauty, momentarily distracting her. However, it had also caused him to completely miss the other boys' presence.

"Nothing, Sakura-chan, nothing at a-"

Lee's voice was cut off by a loud shout coming from inside the dorm room.

In a thick guttural voice, Naruto yelled, "I swear to God, Gaara, if you don't give it to me right. This. SECOND! I will take you out, you bastard!"

A low murmur could almost be made out; it was likely the redhead's response.

Apparently, the blonde boy was having trouble hearing, also, because he called out loudly, "What was THAT!?"

Then, to the surprise of all those listening, Gaara mocked in a lightly audible, half bored tone, "I said, I'd like to see you try, Uzumaki Naruto."

"Oh yeah?!"

"Yes, please."

"Well, then, fine! But, don't say I didn't warn you! AAAaaahhhhhh-!"

And, as everyone stared in wide-eyed shock, the dorm door was suddenly opened (by Gaara), and an attacking Naruto ran straight through it, unable to stop himself in time. Of course, he was still only wearing the redhead's black towel, which had been tied rather carelessly about his waist.

So, matters continued to worsen for the blonde, when the door was quickly shut behind him.

"Naruto," Sakura growled in the voice that sent an entirely different kind of shivers running up and down the blonde's spine.

"Ah! Sakura-chan, heh, heh," the blonde went into the familiar stance of rubbing the back of his head in apology and embarrassment while blushing, "I was just...um,...well-" Immediately, Naruto sprang back to the door, banging on it with one hand in furious desperation, while trying to keep the towel from slipping with the other.

"Gaara, let me back in, god dammit!"

"Are you going to wear it?"

"Am I..." Naruto stopped to think for a second. However, the murderous glares that Sakura was sending him soon speeded him to a decision.

With a sigh of defeat, Naruto mumbled into the wood frame, praying that none of the others were listening (they were), "Fine. I'll wear the stupid shirt. Geez."

"What?"

"I said, I'll wear the stupid shirt, now let me in!" cried Naruto, pulling back his leg to give the door a nice, swift kick.

And, of course, Gaara chose that moment to open said door, causing the blonde to tumble through and give everyone in the hallway a nice flash of his butt, as he fell onto the carpeted dorm floor. Fortunately, for everyone, the glimpse was only momentary, as the redhead was kind enough to close the door, seconds after Naruto hit the ground.

Silence.

Lee peered uncomfortably at the others, wondering what exactly his next move should be. While, Sakura was trying to hide the blush that had snuck into her cheeks at seeing...

Shit, I think I even saw the front, the pink-haired girl's face turned an even darker shade of magenta.

Chouji appeared to be in shock, while Shikamaru, "Mendoukusai. Why didn't he just go to his own room, if he didn't want to wear the shirt?" The boy's finely wrought features twisted in their usual guise of annoyance.

The comment seemed to put the spark of life back in the group, as they all began talking simultaneously.

"Hrm, that is strange. Perhaps, Naruto-kun did not wish to disturb Sasuke-san's studies?"

"Yeah, Shikamaru, and why didn't he shower in his own room?"

"He probably just wanted to wear the shirt but didn't want Sasuke to think he was an idiot ('not that those shirts aren't adorable, sweetheart'), so Naruto makes a big scene that the other boy can't help but hear and problem is solved.

Shikamaru's bored features lit up a little at the pink-haired girl's insight, "Hrm, yup, that's probably it. I should've figured."

The slim girl shrugged her shoulders, "I just know those two like the back of my hand by now...which Naruto is going to see, if he harms one hair on Gaara's head."

"I think it was all in good-natured fun, Sakura-chan. Do not let it worry you," soothed Lee, hoping that the red in his girlfriend's cheeks was not from anger (it wasn't). As the youth moved to the pink-haired girl's side, he noticed that something was missing from the hallway.

Or someone, to be more precise.

"If you do not mind my asking, where is Ino?" The bowl-cut wearing youth's eyes blinked a little in confusion, for the three KU students had been inseparable since high school, "And, Chouji, Shikamaru, are you planning to accompany us on this grand day?"

His rosy cheeks tightened with a smile as Chouji answered, "Yeah, we ran into Sakura on the way back from the dining center, and it seemed like a fun idea. Plus," the pleasantly plump young man gestured towards his lazy roommate, "At his meeting with Mitarashi-sensei today, she told him that he better, 'get his ass into gear and start getting a social life, go to the goddamn game or something, why doncha'. Haha, so we are partially here to save Shikamaru's life, I think."

Turning to his best friend with amusement lighting kind features, "She may be small but that is one scary lady, huh, Shikamaru?"

The slim, pony-tailed youth merely hn'd in response, as Chouji continued, "And Ino had another dance practice ('though, I don't think she'd have wanted to go considering how things got left a few days ago'). They must really be putting those girls to work, since their performance in the play. This is the second extra practice she's had in only two days. Ha, you must love having your room all to yourself, lately, huh, Sakura?"

Sakura's mouth turned down in a puzzled moue, "What are you talking abo-"

But, the pink-haired girl had barely begun to explain that Ino hadn't even left their room since yesterday, when Shikamaru, quickly, interrupted, "I doubt Sakura notices, all that much, Chouji. She's always over here with Lee, right, Sakura?

Now, pretty pink-haired girl's expression turned to one of suspicion, as she narrowed her eyes at Shikamaru. Silently, out of view of Chouji, the boy shook his head, warning her to keep quiet.

He has DEFINITELY got some explaining to do, later, the Sakura thought, as she nodded a quick yes.

"Oh, yeah, I should have guessed," said Chouji, self-consciously.

The conversation could have continued awkwardly and led to strange confessions and horrified condemnations, but, thankfully, the drama was put on hold as Naruto and Gaara walked out in their matching shirts. Both of the boys seemed rather calm and content, all things considered. As if the whole argument had never occurred.

Inwardly, Sakura heaved a deep sigh of relief.

Phew. It was just a joke. Haha, I don't know why I get so worried about Ga...ok, I know why I get so worried. I just didn't expect him to bounce back so fast, I guess. Wait, what is that in Naruto's hands?

The blonde boy appeared to be carrying another one of those god-awful shirtshis intent unknown, until, "Since Chouji and Shikamaru are going, too. I am gonna go ask Sasuke-teme, if he wants to come with us."

Oh...there is no chance in hell Sasuke will put that thing on.

Screwing up his face in a look of fierce determination and pretending to roll up nonexistent sleeves, Naruto strode towards the door with great purpose and strength of will.

Everyone else just sort of sighed and hoped that the whole ordeal wouldn't take too long.

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"Sasuke!" yelled the blonde as he opened to door, "Ah, there you are."

Unsurprisingly, the brunette was sitting at his desk, bent over school work, running fingers through his hair in irritation at being interrupted.

Irritation that only increased as the blonde made his purpose known.

Slamming down the offensively styled T-shirt onto Sasuke's lap, Naruto stood back with arms partially crossed and pointed one accusatorial finger at his best friend, "You are getting up out of that chair, out of this room, and getting your ass to that soccer game with the rest of us. So put on that shirt. It starts in like thirty minutes, move it!"

Sigh. That's all he wanted, huh?

"No," the boy's fine features were empty with lack of sleep, "Just leave me alone. I'm busy." Sounding like a tired parent dealing with his four year old son, Sasuke had little fight left in his voice. Still, that didn't mean anything Naruto said was going to change his mind.

However, the brunette was not counting on the other boy suddenly changing tactics.

Voice soft and friendly, a concerned smile stretching his tan cheeks, the blonde coaxed, "Hey, Sasuke, haha, come on. We barely see you, anymore, and a game might be fun. You don't have to wear the shirt. That was just a joke. Just come with us, ok?"

Hn. I think he is actually worried about me. Strange, I thought he was too caught up in that Gaara kid next door and the Hyuuga girlto notice.

Leaning back in his wooden desk chair with a creak, the brunette turned dimly lit eyes to look at his best friend, "While I would love to be able to humor you today, Naruto, I'm busy with more important matters. You may be able to play, but I-"

"Why?" Naruto's face was one of true confusion, "Why can't you go? Why do you have to stay here? There's no way that you aren't ahead in all of your classes. Way ahead. And," the boy awkwardly stumbled a little over his next words, "I mean, you kind of got what you wanted for now, right? Itach-um, I mean, you got the money to come here."

Stealing his dark gaze from Naruto, Sasuke glared at his paper-filled, overly-used wooden desk with half-closed eyes, muttering to himself, "Yeah right. If only things were that easy..."

"What?" inquired Naruto, having caught part of the brunette's mumble.

He heard me.

No. No. If he finds out that, he's going to want to know more. Sigh. I do not want to do this...

"Come on, let's go, then...dobe" said Sasuke, hoping for the usual reaction from his blonde best friend.

"Ahh! Sasuke-teme, how many times do I have to tell you not to call-!" Naruto shoutedat the back of the brunette's head, as the boy walked out of the room, expecting the angry blonde to follow. But, Naruto was smarter than he appeared, and as soon as the door shut behind Sasuke's retreating form, the blonde quickly made his way over to the, now, vacant desk.

Picking up paper after paper, one word seemed to keep showing up time and again.

Scholarship.

"What is this about?" mumbled the blonde, as he examined the large pile of scholarship applications filled out or soon to be entered by his best friend. In the wastebasket beside Sasuke's desk, a jumble of empty envelopes and half-torn letters had been crumpled up. Taking one out, Naruto opened the paper ball, pressing it smooth with his thumbs.

Dear Uchiha-san,

While your essay on the early feudal system in the Konoha region and its modern day effects was insightful, well-written, and appropriate for our foundation's application terms, we regret to inform you that we will be unable to award you with either the title of winner of the monetary prize. This organization was originally created to help out students who could not afford, for whatever reason, the money to go to college, even though they had shown great potential. However, as you are one of the heirs to the Uchiha fortune and business, giving you the money would force us to take it away from those who need it most. However, so you do not take offense, we would like you to know that the board unanimously conceded that had you been without funds, your essay was easily the best and deserving of some recognition. We hope you have a great day.

Sincerely,

S. Danzo; KSUAlum

"Oi, usurtonkachi, what are you doing in there?" Sasuke's muffled voice came through the dorm door, breaking Naruto out of the letter's spell. Hastily, the blonde shoved it into his pocket, grabbed the Konoha Leaves T-shirt from the brunette's desk, and started for the door.

Making sure that he put on his usual mask of loveable idiocy, before heading out.

"Hey, teme! Who are you call-"

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The sky above the KU stadium was a clear, robin's egg blue, and there wasn't a cloud in sight; last night's gentle breeze had blown straight through the day and into the afternoon, keeping the unguarded sun's heat from overwhelming the multitude of soccer fans slowly filling bench seat, after gum-encrusted bench seat. The scent of grilled hotdogs and hamburgers mixed with the sweet powder of cotton candy and the earthy smell of the field's fresh mown grass.

It was such a beautiful day that not even emotionally-stunted, angst-driven Uchiha Sasuke could stop himself from closing his eyes, feeling the light breeze run through his hair. The warmth of the sun on his face. The excitement of the coming game filling his bones.

Yes, he supposed, perhaps, today wasn't such a bad day to be out of his room and far from the responsibilities he wholeheartedly despised. Even if it meant keeping less than attractive company...

Speaking of which, the aforementioned company had finally reached their assigned seats.

At first, Sakura was nervous that since Neji had gotten them such good tickets, the others (Shikamaru, Chouji, and Sasuke) wouldn't be able to get seats near them. However, once the ticket-seller saw who the buyers were, the Uchiha Sasuke of the renowned Uchiha Corp. and Lee, adopted son of the KU soccer team's award-winning coach, Maito Gai, things were speedily sorted out.

Shikamaru was the first to make his way down the row (hoping to be seated as far from Sakura as possible), followed by Chouji (who wanted to sit next to his best friend), closely pursued by the inquisitive, pink-haired girl (hoping to be seated as near Shikamaru as possible). Of course, Lee took a seat next to his girlfriend, and motioned for Gaara to sit down beside him. Naruto plopped down after the redhead. And, Sasuke perched on the bench's far edge, textbook in hand, futilely trying to ignore the nice day and the blonde boy who'd forced him out into it.

To the pale brunette's surprise, everyone seemed to be relatively calm and collected, as they sat, waiting for the game to begin. So, settling down with a shift of weight, Sasuke let the tension ease out of his shoulders, as he prepared to finish his book. And, naturally, the blonde dobe chose that moment to throw the green/orange atrocity some people might actually consider clothing onto his lap, covering up the Uchiha's text.

"Oi, Sasuke! We came to watch the game, not waste away reading ahead for classes," Naruto snatched the book away, as the brunette whipped the T-shirt back in his face. Sasuke crossed his arms and looked with annoyance at the blonde, who seemed pretty fed up, as well.

"Fine! Go ahead, pout for the rest of the game, see if I care, but you aren't getting your book back," with that the tan boy tossed the massive volume over to Sakura, who placed it in her purse with a sigh. It may piss Sasuke off, but the pink-haired girl could see that he needed to relax.

Right on schedule, Chouji chose that moment to break the tension and merrily announce a trip to the concession stand, respectfully taking the others' orders before shuffling off with a wide grin. The pleasantly plump young man absolutely adored stadium food: foot long hotdogs, nachos, soft pretzels, etc. And, the boy's stomach was practically moaning with pleasure as he made his way over to the vendors.

Unfortunately for Shikamaru, his best friend's departure meant that nothing stood between him, the powerful, pink-haired girl and her troublesome questions.

Sidling up next to him, Sakura peered gravely at the slim, pony-tailed young man, "We need to talk."

With a sigh and a heave of his shoulders, Shikamaru hn'd his agreeement. And the pair moved off the benches, to sit on the gray, metallic steps, twenty feet or so away.

Not having his textbook to focus on, Sasuke couldn't help but notice the two leaving together, and he was stunned that Lee didn't appear to mind.

Well, I guess, he's a little busy.

The bowl-cut wearing young man was very busy, actually, relaying the finer points of soccer, including all of its youthful rules and regulations to poor, uninformed Gaara. The redhead was attempting to aid the lesson by sketching out the field, and players, and, eventually, doodling pictures of Neji in a soccer uniform.

To be honest, the pale artist really didn't seem to be paying any attention.

But, that didn't stop Lee, who was excitedly relating the difference between a corner kick and a goal kick, with Naruto occasionally throwing in some meaningless comment. None of them paying attention to the fact that Sakura was practically throwing herself at Shikamaru, a mere 6 or 7 yards away.

Out of all the things Sasuke had come to rely upon, Naruto's persistent idiocy and Sakura's burgeoning happiness with Lee were two things that constantly convinced him that, perhaps, life really did exist and some people did indeed find it worth living, whether he did or not. Most of the Uchiha's time was spent in constant pursuit of some mythical goal that he had no real hopes of achieving. Knowing that his friends could appreciate what he could not, gave Sasuke hope that someday he might be able to understand, as well.

And, seeing something, anything (even Sakura, herself) messing with those steady forces of good pissed the brunette off, to no end.

So, the Uchiha could barely control the angry snap to his voice as he broke in upon the other boys' conversation, "Lee, doesn't it bother you?"

The three boys looked at Sasuke with a total lack of comprehension dulling their facesGesturing cooly with a movement of his dark, bedroom eyes over to where Sakura had her hand on Shikamaru's shoulder, and, for all the world, appeared to be an infatuated young lover discussing what they should have for supper that evening or some other inconsequential tidbit that adolescents in love dwell upon for hours at a time.

Or, at least, that's how it appeared to Sasuke, despite knowing that Sakura would've committed seppuku before even thinking of doing anything that could possibly hurt Lee, and Shikamaru...

Shikamaru did not ever participate in the mind-numbing, soul-deadening chitchat, others his age seemed to find so amusing.

Turning back to the other three with a look of confident arrogance smarming his fine features, the brunette was startled to find all of the boys still peering at him in confusion.

"Sasuke-san, is something the matter with Sakura-chan and Shikamaru-san talking? I do not think I understand, why it is you are so upset," Lee inquired, a distinct lack of sarcasm in his voice, honesty coating his concerned, brown eyes.

What the hell is this guy's problem. Can't he see? Isn't he worried that she's just going to move on to someone better?

The Uchiha looked over to the other two, trying to get some support. However, during the whole staring blankly at Sasuke ordeal, Naruto had gotten bored and proceeded to steal Gaara's sketchbook, attempting to draw in it, as the others continued to gawk at one another. The redhead was an old pro at staring blankly, so he was feeling quite comfortable with the situation when the Uchiha suddenly looked to him, beseechingly.

It took Gaara a second to realize that the boy was looking at him, and another second to realize that Sasuke obviously wanted something. But, since he didn't know what that was, the redhead just continued to stare.

"It's just...aren't you worried, or, jealous or anything? With her over there talking to him like that?" asked Sasuke, ambiguously, starting to feel like a complete dumbass.

A feeling which he loathed with every fiber of his being.

Smacking himself in the head, Lee exclaimed in an embarrassingly loud voice, "Oooohhh! I believe I know what you are speaking of now, Sasuke-san," the young man raised his arms in a miniature protest, "No, no, of course I am not jealous of Shikamaru-san. I trust Sakura-chan with all my heart and soul."

With a sigh and an over-emphasized wink, Lee admitted jokingly, "Though I must say that I am rather envious of Shikamaru-san, getting some alone time with our Sakura-chan."

I think I just died a little inside.

Again, Sasuke looked to Gaara from some kind of support, as Naruto progressed from stick figures to poorly executed sketches of himself in a super hero costume. But, the redhead wasn't much help, as he merely shrugged his shoulders and murmured, "That's just how he is."

Lee smiled in response and returned to explaining why some offenses were called yellow cards and some were red to Gaara, who was more interested in getting his sketchbook back from the blonde than in learning anything more about soccer.

Sasuke returned to watching Sakura and Shikamaru.

What are they talking about, anyway?

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After pulling Shikamaru aside, Sakura got right down to business.

I don't want Lee to start worrying and wondering what we are doing over here, so I better make this quick.

"Shikamaru, do you want to tell me what's going on?"asked the pink-haired girl in her most businesslike of no-nonsense voices.

The answer to that particular question was, of course, no.

However, the lazy young man wasn't going to risk telling her that.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever, but-" Shikamaru's eyes looked away with self-consciousness, "You have to promise not to laugh or punch me or...tell Chouji. Sigh. I don't want him to worry, ok?"

Sakura's face had become thoughtful and open, as the boy laid down his terms. And, placing her hand on his shoulder, she reassured him, "Of course I won't do any of those things, Shikamaru. But, as one of Ino's best friends and, well, I like to think, one of yours and Chouji's friends, as well. I really want to help."

The brunette sagged a little with what could have been relief, "A woman's insight might not be such a bad idea, too, maybe. Hn, well, it all started when we were meeting for breakfast yesterday. Ino was acting strange and Chouji had to go to his advisor meeting, so we got left alone. And, then," Shikamaru shook his head, as if still having trouble understanding the blonde girl, "she starts asking all of these questions, like, well..."

The tan boy started getting uncomfortable, clearing his throat, "Ahem, like, 'do you think I'm pretty?' and 'so, I'm just little Miss Perfect, then?'. And, I am not an idi-...is something wrong, Sakura?"

The pink-haired girl's face looked a little surprised, almost stricken.

Little Miss Perfect. Gaara's words.

Blinking her pale, green eyes repeatedly, Sakura struggled to clear her head a little before answering, "Um, no, go on, please."

Crossing his arms and peering up at the sky, Shikamaru did as the girl asked, "Anyways, I am not an idiot, so I, you know, told her the truth. That she was beautiful and not totally self-centered and, well, then she kissed me."

The boy stopped and glared at Sakura, daring her to laugh.

After some time passed and the pink-haired girl continued to wait in friendly silence for him to go on, Shikamaru mumbled through a few more sentences.

Praying he wasn't about to get the crap beaten out of him by a girl.

"So, I stopped her, because she's one of my best friends and I may like her, but not like that. She claimed that she thought we should get together, since she couldn't have Sasuke. But, I told her that she only wanted me because I told her the things she wanted to hear. And, then,she walked off and-"

"And you haven't really heard from her since, except when she calls to say she can't do something," filled in Sakura with a deep exhale.

Letting her thoughts collect together, the pink-haired girl sought for the right words, "She shouldn't have said that to you, that she only wanted you because-And, Ino was definitely wrong in just walking away. While, you-well," Sakura tried to hide mild amusement, as she lightly scolded the boy, "you can't say those kinds of things to girls, especially girls like Ino and expect not to get a pretty strong reaction."

Finely arched eyebrows pinched together in confusion, "But, I'm sure Ino gets compliments like that all of the time, what makes-"

"Wow, you really do have your head stuck in the clouds, don't you?" interrupted Sakura.

Ino may have had her share of admirers, but I doubt she ever let any of them get close enough to actually speak to her. Sasuke was her only focus. Hell, I guess, he was mine, too, for awhile. I wonder, if Ino can even remember the last time she got a real compliment, thought the pink-haired girl, inwardly frowning.

If possible, the lazy young man's lower lip pouted even further as he responded, "Ugh, whatever. Just tell me what you think I should do?"

"Well, that's pretty simple," stated Sakura, matter-of-factly, "Give her a few days and a little space. After some time has passed, call her up, see if she wants to hang out. Make sure Chouji is there. And, most of all," rolling her eyes, "I know, it wasn't exactly your fault, but apologize."

"Tch," muttered Shikamaru under his breath, dark brown eyes twitching in annoyance.

"What now? Geez, I am just trying to help," said Sakura, getting a little peeved at the boy's attitude.

His eyes widened in surprise before returning to their usual, lazy-lidded stare, "Sorry. I just didn't think it would be so easy is all."

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With a disapproving look on his face, Sasuke surveyed Sakura and Shikamaru, as they came and sat back down. Chouji had also returned, and the young boy's bulky body now created a miniature blockade between the pink-haired girl and that pony-tailed bastard.

Good, thought the brunette with a smirk.

Even better to the boy's mind was when, Sasuke saw Sakura lean over and give Lee a kiss on the cheek, as he shared the popcorn that Chouji had brought back for him.

"Hn."

All was once again right with the world. Or, at least, one part of it, anyways.

Now, time to focus on the game. Kakashi-sensei's syllabus for Honors English said we needed to write up three cultural events. Well, here goes event #1, and at least, this way I can still get a little work done. I just wish it would start already.

As if in answer to the boy's thoughts, a raucous fanfare burst from the stadium's gray speakers, followed by the loud voice of Mitarashi Anko, "WELCOME EVERYONE to Konoha's first game of the season! I will be your announcer for, (mutters under breath)-as long as that damn Sarutobi forces me- haha, mah, mah, I mean, for as long as I'm lucky enough to be chosen for this great honor or,"she chuckles, "as long as the KU soccer team can keep on winning. Last year they took the championship without a single loss. Can they do it this year? Well, we are about to find out, here's this year's starting lineup!"

In calmer tones, the brash Dean of the Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences began to read off the names of the team, along with extra tidbits of information. However, most people in the crowded stadium were waiting to hear one, in particular.

"The first freshman to make the KU starting squad, notorious at the city's well-known Genin Academy for being the high school's most vicious and unstoppable forward...HYUUGA NEJI!"

Lee was the first in the group to leap to his feet, cupping his hands to yell out cries of encouragement. He had barely stood before Naruto joined him, competing with the youthful young man in what seemed to be a "Who can shout louder and embarrass Neji more" contest. One fist raised in salute, Sakura cheered the Hyuuga on, beside her boyfriend. While Gaara stared down at the field with a small smile on his face, clapping quietly. Shikamaru appeared to be asleep, and Chouji was desperately trying to wipe the popcorn butter off of his fingers and organize his food, so that he could participate in the rah-rahing without creating a catastrophic mess.

And, Sasuke...

Hmph. Isn't it a bit much to cheer him on, before he's even-What the hell!

The moody brunette's thoughts had been interrupted by Naruto grabbing onto his shoulder and forcing him to a standing position. Followed by the blonde giving Sasuke a bright grin and nodding his head towards where Neji was taking the field. Unable to resist his best friend's contagious excitement, the Uchiha, albeit reluctantly, started to clap, a smirk making its way onto his pale face.

That idiot...

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"...HYUUGA NEJI!"

Anko's voice emitted with a tinny crackle from the intercom in the private skybox of Hyuuga Hiashi, accompanied by the faint whir of the air conditioner.

And the dramatic sigh of one Hyuuga Hanabi, age fifteen, as she pressed her face up against the small room's picture window.

"Hanabi," said her father, in a resigned tone, "Please come sit down. You're blocking everyone else's view.

With a humph, the slender girl whipped around, crossing her arms, and gave her best adolescent glare, as she stomped back to her seat, "Well, I wouldn't be in anyone's way, if you'd just let me go down into the bleachers. It isn't like we can't afford front row seats."

"Honey, you know I can't let you go down there alone. It's too dangerous...You need to realize that you can't always have what you-

"Want, sometimes sacrifices have to be made, but I'll be happier and healthier, in the long run," finished Hanabi, in a mockingvoice. The pale-eyed man's daughter had obviously heard this speech a number of times before, "But, I don't understand why-"

"Ala, ala, Hanabi-kun, why don't you give your father a rest, ne? Just enjoy watching your cousin in the game and be glad we have this nice, cool room to do it in," chided Ten-ten, who secretly wanted to throttle the little brat, but couldn't due to the fact that she was dating the girl's cousin.

However, rather than coaxing Hanabi into submission, being reminded of that bitch, Ten-ten's presence, only made her cross her arms a little more fully, and stick out her jaw a little farther. It was the feeling of her sister's gentle fingers touching her shoulder and that sweet voice asking her to, "Be good, please, onee-chan," that, eventually got through. And, Hanabi twisted around to give Hinata a grin and a, "Sorry, I just really want to be down there, you know?"

The older, quieter sibling gave a small smile, in response.

But, both girls' expressions changed at Hiashi's next comment, " You should listen to Ten-ten, Hanabi. We are here for your cousin, today. Not for you. It's a great accomplishment to be a starter for KU, both your uncl-- Now, what's wrong?" An expression of exasperation covered Hiashi's elegant features, as he saw his younger daughter, red-faced and narrowed-eyed with (what he thought) must be another tantrum.

Hinata, who understood what was going on in her sister's mind, tightened her grip on the girl's shoulder, desperately praying that the youngest Hyuuga did not say what Hinata knew she was going to.

Ten-ten just sighed, and crossed her own slim arms, looking away from the scene.

She really hated that kid.

"What's wrong?! Well, I don't know about you, father, " Hanabi said, icily, "but I think that Hinata's play was at least as important as some soccer game. But, you didn't find time for that in your busy schedule, did you?"

Ten-ten's deep brown eyes widened in shock before rolling in a combination of anger and irritation..

That little brat...she needs to learn how this world works and fast. If Hiashi-sama just didn't pamper her, maybe she'd realize that there are certain necessary priorities for people in positions like hers. How she feels and what she wants just isn't important, compared to---

The girl's thoughts were stilled by the odd look of befuddlement on Hiashi's face, as he asked, "What play?"

Turning to look at his oldest child, the head of the Hyuuga household appeared slightly affronted as he furthered his questioning, "You never told me about any play, Hinata. When was it?"

The young woman, in question, stammered with unrestrained discomfort, while her sister chose to answer for her, "It was this past Friday, and she was amazing. They even gave a standing ovation for her solo, and you're excited because Neji made the team early. Ugh."

Standing ovat-How did she know about that?

Hiashi's thoughts must have mirrored Ten-ten's as he responded, in kind, "How exactly do you know about all of this, anyways, Hanabi?" anger coloring his pale features, "I can hardly imagine Hinata bragging about it to you? Ten-ten?"

The man looked over at his nephew's girlfriend, asking with a single word what she knew about the situation. And, unlike Hanabi, Ten-ten knew how social hierarchies worked and that the truth was really the only option.

Not that it isn't a little fun to see that brat finally get in trouble for something.

Putting a small, disapproving frown on her delicate face, the slender young woman responded, "I never told Hanabi anything about the show. It didn't seem as though it was necessary information for her to have, Hiashi-sama. But, come to think of it, I didn't see any of the family cars out in front of the building. Hanabi-kun, how exactly did you get to the show?"

Hiashi mimicked the girls, now, crossing his arms and staring at his daughter with those pale, piercing eyes.

Haha. Let's see her get out of this one.

"Um, well, I...," the youngest of the Hyuugas' voice trailed off, guiltily. Mumbling to herself, Hanabi continued, "You're just trying to get out of answering. You shoul've-"

"Tell me, Hanabi."

Glaring at her feet as she scuffed them along the gray carpet, "It's not like the college is that far from Hyuuga House. I just, I might have, maybe...walked."

"YOU WHAT?!"

A soft, worriedvoice chimed in, "Hanabi-kun, you should not have gone to all that trouble. I-It's six miles to the school from-"

"I just wanted to see you perform. I mean, they' re going to force me into dance, sooner or later. Watching you makes me think that giving up soccer and other sports might not be so bad. If I could dance like you," Hanabi interrupted her sister.

And, if possible, Ten-ten had an even harder time keeping the annoyance out of her face, Sigh. Just because Hiashi-sama has given her everything she wants. Just because his heir turned out to be such a...disappointment. She thinks that she can deny hundreds of years of tradition. She thinks that anyone can? Tch. There are houses lesser in prestige than the Hyuugas who still won't even let their daughters watch a soccer game, let alone play in one.

Regardless, the male Hyuuga's anger had already begun to soften, as he watched his daughters comfort one another. Luckily for him, however, there was one person left who still had her head straight and emotions checked, "Hiashi-sama, what exactly is Hanabi's punishment going to be? Neji and I wanted to show her around campus this week, since she'll be graduating in only a few years. Should we put it on hold?"

With a deep exhalation, the Hyuuga elder turned away from fatherly affection and back to his duty, as he always had and always would, "Hanabi, that's it. I told you last time, when you snuck out to go and see a hockey game with that damned Konohamaru. No more soccer. You can watch Neji's games, but I have humored you for far too long in this. Dance classes start next week. If you cannot act like a Hyuuga lady, then we will just have to make your daily activities more suitable towards your training to become one."

"But, dad, I di-!"

With a single finger, Hiashi stopped his daughter's words, the imminent calm and authority that was his as Hyuuga settling down onto his shoulders, "Hanabi, you will listen. You may not be inheriting the company, but you are still my daughter. And, I cannot have you running around on the soccer field or sneaking out of the house at all hours of the night. It's too dangerous, and that is final.

And, it was. Silence reigned in the small, cold room, punctuated only by the occasional comment from the wall speakers.

"...Jirobou! And nothing gets past this guy, KU's star goalie, Kidomaru!"

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"...Jirobou! And nothing gets past this guy, KU's star goalie, Kidomaru!" Anko's voice boomed out, over the field. Upon hearing the two familiar names, Gaara started and gave a wide-eyed glance towards the concrete portal, where the immediately recognizable pair was entering.

How could I have forgotten...

Unobtrusively, the redhead began to search around him, looking for the boys' gang of obnoxious friends. Barely a minute had gone by, when Gaara spotted them a few levels above, in the nosebleed section, and far far away from him.

Sigh. One less worry. But, I wonder why they couldn't get better seats...

For a brief moment, Gaara allowed himself the luxury of pride, as he had been given great tickets, a mere twenty steps up from the field.

The feeling was foreign one, but not unwelcome.

Also, it didn't hurt that the tickets could be a sign that Neji truly did mean everything he'd said yesterday. And, the redhead secretly took pleasure in the fact that a talented, attractive star soccer player wanted him here, even if no one else knew that he did.

After the introductions of both teams, the game quickly kicked off.

Not long after the match had begun and Lee's voice had already gone hoarse from cheering, it became clear that the KU soccer team was drastically undermatched. Neji, leading the offense, easily bypassed the Iwa Boulders' less than rock hard defense. His grace and efficiency reminding Gaara of the play he'd seen two days before and a certain violet-eyed dancer.

And, the few strikers able to not only reach but get through the KU stopper, Jirobou, were met with Kidomaru, whose speed and proficiency led many to believe that the boy must have at least half a dozen arms, so effortlessly did he block every kick.

It's beautiful to watch, thought Gaara, noting the team's smooth movements and the power that must be behind those immense, field-length kicks.

The redhead became so captivated by the action down on the field that the buzzer signaling halftime startled him a little, as it bleated out over the stadium. Now, thrown from his reveries, Gaara suddenly noticed the squirming, scrunched face blonde next to him, an empty 32oz cup at his feet.

Standing up and shifting impatiently from one foot to the other, Naruto asked in strained tones, "Ano, I'm heading to the bathroom, anyone else want to come with?"

"..."

"No."

" Only women go to the bathroom in groups."

"Hey!"

"Ow! Sorry, Sakura."

"Fine," the blond said, hands on hips, still dancing back and forth, "I'll just go by myself, then."

But, no one really noticed his nervous departure besides Gaara, who figured that it was another one of the blonde's little quirks. Besides that, Lee had just decided that he wanted to know every single thought that the redhead had during the first half, his opinion on the Iwa team, and any questions that might have arisen watching soccer being played for the first time.

Gaara just wanted to quietly space out until the game started again.

Thankfully, a certain pink-haired girl was great at reading underneath the underneath and could see the redhead's distress at all of the attention. So, Sakura started some questioning of her own, "Hey, Lee, so what do you think of the Boulders' defense?"

This simple query spawned a gigantic flush of information from the bowl-haired boy and saved Gaara.

So, naturally, the redhead returned to his sketchbook, where he'd been detailing the way a breeze was whipping Gai-sensei's hair and bright green uniform down on the field, as he shouted youthful cries of encouragement at his players.

It was a pretty funny sight, actually.

Or, at least, that's what Sasuke thought when he peered over to see what the redhead was doodling. His humph of a laugh and sly smirk drew Gaara's attention. And, since the slender artist didn't know what else to do, he stated the obvious, "We've never been introduced..."

The pale-skinned Uchiha looked up from Gaara's sketchbook, black hair falling against the side of his face.

His eyes...

Eyes that seemed black until a closer look proved that they were merely the deepest of blues, liquid in their emptiness.

They're like mine.

Two dark smudges underneath each lid.

Sleepless nights.

"...Uchiha Sasuke."

" Sabukano Gaara. I've heard a lot about you from Naruto," said the brunette, a little begrudgingly.

"I could say the same concerning you. But, then, that's just Naruto's way, isn't it?" the redhead continued to make chitchat, completely baffled as to why he had started this interaction in the first place.

"If you mean, that the dobe has a big mouth, then I'd be inclined to agree with you. May I?" Sasuke's hand was held out for Gaara's book.

Well, this isn't the one with all of those pictures of Neji, and he is Naruto's best friend..., with a small nod, the redhead handed the pad over, folded his hands, and began to search the field for the Hyuuga.

Something to keep his mind occupied, so that he didn't accidently grab his sketchbook back from the other boy and beat him to death with it.

Gaara could be a little overprotective of his privacy, at times.

"Uchiha Sasuke-"

"You can just call me Sasuke, Gaara," stated the pale Uchiha, absentmindedly.

The response reminded the redhead of Naruto's similar reply, the day they officially became friends, and it made him smile a little to himself. In fact, the pale artist was in such a cheerful mood, he was considering speaking again before halftime was over, when he couldn't help noticing that Sasuke had been stopped on the same picture for over five minutes.

Naruto was sitting cross-legged on Gaara's bed in only a pair of boxers, smiling his widest grin, head turned to the side, eyes closed. Both of the boy's hands held his ankles in a very childlike gesture. If the picture had a theme it was innocence, optimism, and the inevitable ugliness in everyone. For, a thick layer of scars curled around the blonde's stomach.

He looks like he's seen a ghost, thought Gaara.

"I like this one a lot," Sasuke looked up at the redhead with those eyes of his, "May I have it?"

"Yes," the redhead answered. Even though he loved that particular sketch, as it was from the morning after the boys' first stayed up with him, when everything had gone wrong at the diner.

"Thank you."

What is it about those eyes?

Careful not to rip any extra paper or ruin the line of the sketchbook, Sasuke painstakingly tore the page out. Then, the boy stood up, walked behind their row to where Lee was being cleverly distracted by Sakura to slip it into her purse, between the covers of his textbook.

To keep it safe until he got home.

Gaara tried not to stare at the other boy, as he had been told, recently, by Naruto that it made some people feel uncomfortable in emotional situations.

So intent was he on not staring that it took Sasuke a few moments to get his attention, "Gaara, Gaara...hey, Gaara, it looks like someone is trying to say hello," the Uchiha pointed down to the KU side of the field at...

Neji.

The dark-haired Hyuuga appeared to be waving at Gaara, and had been for some minutes, actually. That beautifully arrogant smile visible from all the way across the stadium. The redhead was a little stunned so it took him a second to respond with a wave of his own.

And quickly, the boy's thoughts turned from the troublesome Sasuke and his haunted eyes to lilacs and fuzzy blankets.

Because, in his own way, Neji had just told the world that he was friends with Gaara, and the redhead couldn't help but chuckle under his breath.

I wonder how many steps this counts as?

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Damn, it is freezing in here, thought Ten-ten, but resisted the urge to rub some warmth into her arms. After halftime had been announced, both Hiashi and Hinata had left for the concession stand (Hiashi) and the bathroom (Hinata), leaving the slim college co-ed alone with Hanabi. Since then, both of the girls had been in a battle of wills, seeing who could remain motionless and silent the longest. Neither wanting to acknowledge the other's existence.

So, although the air conditioner was blasting onto Ten-ten's bare shoulders, she just took a deep breath and steeled herself for a long, cold afternoon.

Until, that is, Hanabi jumped up from her padded, skybox chair to rush over to the window with a startled look on her face. Grinning, the girl turned to look back at Ten-ten, to tell her what had caused the excitement, when she remembered that it was Ten-ten.

The two had never liked each other, for as far back as the pretty college student could remember. Hanabi hated Ten-ten, because she was picture perfect and never seemed to do or say anything wrong, but was vicious when it came to pointing out others's mistakes. While, Ten-ten couldn't stand Hanabi, because she had the talent and intelligence to be the perfect Hyuuga lady but had the gall to throw it in society's face, effectively spitting on the life Ten-ten was planning on choosing.

Thus, the young Hyuuga's grin was replaced by a grimace and her excitement by begrudged apathy,

"Hey, Ten-ten-chan," she called, mockingly, "Come see. Neji's waving."

Normally, the pretty girl would have just ignored Hanabi, but she honestly couldn't believe that her boyfriend had actually thought to wave hello during halftime.

And, I thought, when he didn't offer to get me tickets that he was still pissed about that fight we had after the play. Which we wouldn't have had, if he'd just stopped by afterwards. Tch. But, I guess, he' s finally coming around.

Ten-ten moved over, next to Hanabi, at the large picture window.

Only to see that Neji was not waving up at her. But, rather at someone across the field, a smile she'd never seen before on his face. Waving at...

That kid...Gaara?

One should always know the names of anyone who might be a part of any social outing, to avoid embarrassment and insult.

"Do you know who he's waving at?" asked Hanabi, a tinge of interest lighting her pale eyes.

Steadily, Ten-ten made her way back to her own cold, cushioned seat, and with an even voice, "No. But, I believe I saw Lee over there. That must be who it was."

"Nah. It was some redhead who was waving back. I've never seen him before."

The pretty, socially capable coed chose not to reply.

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Ten minutes of halftime had already gone by, and Naruto still couldn't find the bathroom. Not only was the blonde's sense of direction rather poor but making his way through the crowds of people was nerve-wracking. After saving Gaara from those two delinquents yesterday, Naruto had felt strong, invincible. All of the worry gone from his mind.

But, now, with the sun beginning to go down and trying to find the restrooms by himself, well, as has already been mentioned, the boy's nerves were definitely wracked.

Ugh. This is why I wanted someone to come with me-wait... Aha!, a blue and white sign indicating that this door did, indeed, lead to the little boys' room was in front of the blonde. Hastily, he pulled open the door, rushed to a urinal, and...

After washing his hands and sighing in relief, Naruto made his way out of the restroom, practically whistling with what seemed like joy. But, in reality, it was more like the kind of whistle that one uses when walking past graveyards.

I just have to find my way back, now. That won't be too hard. I mean, this stadium is circular. I just have to keep-WHAT THE FUCK?

A hand was gripping his arm.

Ok, just turn around, maybe someone needs directions or you dropped your wallet or...Oh.

The blonde spun around to find that the frighteningly dangerous villain, manhandling him was actually none other than Hyuuga Hinata, the beautiful dancer and Naruto's new obsession.

"Naruto-kun?"

"Oh, Hinata, you scared me," too unmanly, "I mean, um, I was afraid that I wouldn't get to see you today. My stupid friends let me oversleep and I missed Psychology, but I guess you know that, huh? The missing class part, I mean. Haha...so do you like soccer?"

I am an idiot.

As usual, it took Hinata a moment to process having Naruto's attention focused on her. But, the blonde had a problem with silence, so he tried to fill it up, "I guess, you would, your cousin being on the team and all. Um, by the way, I know I am kind of being silly, "the boy's face seemed to say, that his next words were just going to be totally hilarious, knee-slapping funny because it was such a ridiculous thought, "But, I realized yesterday that I never got your number, and, ano, I got a little worried since I didn't make it to class that I wouldn't have a way of, um, er, making our date...Hinata, are you ok?"

The pretty Hyuuga's features were flushed with a combination of the usual timid humility and happiness that Naruto had been so anxious to see her. And that knowledge, finally, spurred her into answering the boy, "Hai, Naruto-kun. I-if you'd like my number now, I have a pen in my bag."

The slim girl was wearing a small pink sundress with a light blue sweater, opened over it. The outfit swirled about her upper thighs, as she twisted to the side, reaching for a small pink purse slung over her shoulder.

Naruto's blue eyes misted over at the sight, Kawaii.

"Um, I'm sorry Naruto-kun, but I don't have any paper..." the girl's face blushed further at her imagined incompetence.

"Oh, that's all right, Hinata-chan. Go ahead," the boy said, sticking out his palm for her to write on.

"A-alright," she said, taking the tanned hand in her pale fingers. Delicately, she began to pen her name and number in perfect, fluid script.

After she'd finished writing, Hinata didn't immediately remove her hands from Naruto's. She'd wondered for so long how the blonde's callused palm might feel, how slick the thin scars covering his knuckles might be. The pretty Hyuuga hoped that the boy wouldn't notice her delay even pretending to still be writing.

But, Naruto did notice, and the sweetness of it all made him fall just a little bit in love with her.

Just a little.

Clearing her throat with a ladylike cough, Hinata pretended to finish giving the blonde her number before saying, "Well, I probably should head back to my seat, Naruto-kun. I believe halftime is almost over. I just wanted to say hi."

"You could come sit with me. I mean, us. There's a whole bunch of us over, " the blonde gestured ambiguously, "there...somewhere. I don't think anyone would mind." Peering into her violet eyes with a grin, "No, I am sure everyone would love to have you. And, even though seats are assigned...well, I could share-"

But, the girl stopped him with a smile, happy that he wanted her company but unable to do as he wished, "I'm sorry, but I'm actually here with my family. M-my father wouldn't like it, if I left them."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Hinata, I didn't know," said the blonde, "Well, I guess, I'll just have to wait to see you in class on Wednesday. And, we could talk then or I could call you tomorrow...about that date?"

The pretty girl nodded, quickly.

"Ok, then, well, um, I better let you get back," Naruto swallowed nervously, "Have a nice night..."

God, she's pretty. I should just do it. If she slaps me, then, well, ugh. Ok, I am just going to...

The boy leaned up close enough to feel Hinata's long eyelashes brush his forehead, as he kissed the girl, ever so gently, on the cheek.

Not moving, Naruto whispered, "I really do like you, Hyuuga Hinata."

Pale violet eyes stared into large ones of azure blue.

"N-Naruto-kun..."

He smiled a wide grin, stopping her words with finger on her lips, as he'd done before, "Mah mah, you're going to miss the game. Your father probably wouldn't want you to date someone who makes you late for a family outing, would he?"

Naruto was right.

Although she did not want to, the pretty Hyuuga turned to leave.

But, under her breath, when she thought Naruto could no longer hear her, Hinata whispered, "Thank you, Uzumaki Naruto."

And so, the blonde made his way back to others, with that brilliant smile, whistling some indistinguishable tune; as usual, he appeared to be one of most happy-go-lucky people one had ever seen.

The difference was that this time, it wasn't just an act.

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After another hour and a half of Lee cheering, Naruto competing, Sakura distracting, Gaara staring, Sasuke angsting (although, deep down inside, he really was having a fabulous time...very very deep down), Shikamaru sighing, and Chouji...well, eating, the game drew to a close. The final score was an outrageous 7-0, and the KU Leaves had, effectively, ground the Iwa Boulders into dust.

And, it was time to go home.

As the group loitered companionably outside the stadium's entrance, Shikamaru and Chouji were the first to say their goodbyes. The lazy youth wanted to leave before possibly encountering the loud-mouthed Dean of Arts, Humanities, and Social Sciences, while the pleasantly plump Akimichi just liked walking home most, when it was withhis best friend.

The others had barely finished waving them off, when the locker room exit gate burst open with a clang, as it smacked into the concrete wall.

"Lee!" Striding purposefully toward the group of students wearing a too-tight KU Leaves T-shirt, khakis that were just a little too short, and the biggest eyebrows that Gaara had ever seen was Maito Gai, adoptive father, coach...

Sexually ambiguous, thought Gaara with a mental smirk.

Wrapping his foster son in a huge bear hug, Gai exclaimed, "You and your friends did such a wonderful job cheering the team on. I could hear you all the way on the field, and I'm sure that's what gave the players that extra boost tonight!"

The man's teeth practically glinted in the setting sun, as he gave the group a thumbs up.

Awkwardly, everyone mumbled their thank yous, while Lee, "Of course, Gai-sensei! One of the most important things on the field is confidence, and we knew that our cheers would help give everyone the assurance that they needed."

Or maybe that was just you, Lee, mused the redhead.

Beaming once more at his foster son, the KU soccer coach chided playfully, "Now, Lee, I told you, you don't need to call me sensei out side of class-"

"But, Gai-sensei, it's disrespectful to do otherwise."

"Haha, fine, fine. Ahh, you' re such a polite child," Gai patted the boy on the shoulder, with an affectionate grin on his face, before turning to face everyone else, "Now, do I see Sakura over there. Why you are looking absolutely radiant this evening!"

The pink-haired girl smiled, as she greeted her boyfriend's guardian. One of the things she'd always liked best about Gai was the way he treated women: respectful and full of compliments.

He really was a sweet man, and it was not difficult to see where Lee had come by his own kindness.

Never the type to let anyone feel left out, Gai called out to Gaara, as well, "Well, if it isn't my favorite artist (Gai didn't actually know of any other artists)! Am I imagining things, Lee? Not only is your best friend talented but he's a sports fan, as well?" Grinning, the awkward man, now, placed his hand on the redhead's shoulder, "It's really nice to see you, again, Gaara."

As usual, the redhead nodded his thanks and agreement, without actually saying anything.

But, this did in no way, shape or form deter Gai's enthusiasm

"And, who are these strapping young men, Lee?" inquired the dark-haired soccer coach.

"Don't you remember, it's Naruto and Sasuke from the Academy," explained Lee with a look on his face that seemed to say, Oh, Gai-sensei, you silly, not remembering some of my old high school classmates.

"Haha, oh, of course, I remembered them," although the sheen on Gai's skin of a sudden nervous sweat, indicated otherwise, "They just grew so much. I barely recognized the boys. So how are you two doing this evening, enjoy the match?"

The blonde gave his best grin and shouted, "Yeah! I had the best time! They were amazing out there! Although...," Naruto began to rub his chin thoughtfully, lip pouted out, eyes squinted in pain.

He was thinking.

"There were some rough moments. There was this one time that Neji, I don't know if he just doesn't like to take hits, but he could've gotten another goal if he'd just let the other guy tap him a little. But, instead, he dodges and has to wait a whole ten minutes for another chance to kick. Now, if I had been down there..."

Instantly, Gai went into his "thoughtful" pose, which just so happened to be very similar to Naruto's "thinking" stance, although slightly shinier. Carefully, he looked the blonde up and down, while making an extremely loud, "Hmmm!" noise. Suddenly, the man smacked Naruto on the back with a large laugh and exclaimed, "Haha! You might be just what this team needs. To be honest, we've been looking for a little more brute force, but...sigh, you see, there's a lot of paperwork and benefits that come with being a member of the KU teams. And, all the aid and assigning is already done..."

At this point, the kind man looked downright sheepish, "I'm not really allowed to bring any new players on the team as of now. However! If you want to try out next year, I would be happy to help with your training or Lee can, he's nearly as good at coaching as I am." The man's smile shone with youthful encouragement.

"What exactly are the qualifications for being on the team, beyond the usual tryouts?"

Everyone turned a little in surprise to see that it was Sasuke, who'd chosen to join in the conversation. Although, the downturn to his mouth displayed the utter distaste he had for Gai's personality, the brightness in his dark blues eyes indicated that the question was a real one, and the interest unfeigned.

"Ahhh, we've got someone else intrigued, as well. Mah, mah, this is truly my lucky day. Sasuke, as in Uchiha Sasuke?" asked Gai, chest out, hands on his hips, large eyebrows lifted in good humor.

"Hn."

"Your name I remember from the Academy. Or was it your brother's...hmmm, nevermind, there's talent there. I would practically take an Uchiha on name alone...as long as I knew they were going to work hard, earn their keep," said the soccer coach, unwittingly causing the pale boy to become discomfitted at the thought of his family, but excited at the prospect of team benefits.

Naruto, physically incapable of holding a grudge against anyone, put his arm around his best friend. With a sarcastic grimace on his tanned face, the blonde blustered, "Aw man, Sasuke, you're going to try out for the team next year, too. Ugh," the boy couldn't contain his grin, "I don't know if I want to do it anymore. My luck, you'll get all psycho-competitive...as usual."

Truthfully, Sasuke didn't know whether he wanted to punch the blonde, smile at him, or...

"Hn."

"Naruto-kun, I hope that you will still think about joining, Gai-sensei is such a great coach. All the practices and games and training sessions...It is so much fun!" exclaimed a worried Lee, who actually believed the blonde's outburst.

It made Sakura smile.

"Nah, don't worry too much Lee, I suppose, I can suck it up, and play nice. But, seriously, Sasuke, you're really going to have to work hard, no slacking off. I can take being your teammate, but not if it means pretending you're any good when you're just on the team because your one of those damned Uchihas," said the blonde, who tried to speak in that joking, halfhearted tone, but ended up saying the last few words far more seriously than intended.

However, Sasuke wasn't offended or annoyed by Naruto's mention of the sensitive subject. Rather, the boy knew that it was the blonde's way of saying, 'You're my best friend. My equal. And, unlike everyone else, I see you for who you really are...dumbass.'

"Hmph. I'll work hard, but just make sure you keep up, dobe. I don't want you to talk like this now, and not even make the team come next fall," the brunette smirked.

"Why, I oughta-!"

"So, Gai-sensei, you were saying...about the requirements?" Sasuke ignored Naruto's attempts to maul him, waiting to hear whether being an Uchiha might grant him admission into the team but not that nice tuition waiver.

Gai, who'd watched the scene unfold with youthful patience, was quick to reassure the boy, "Well, there are the tryouts, like you said, and each player needs to maintain a 3.5 GPA, and there is absolutely no drinking or smoking or other activities allowed that are illegal on campus. But, besides that-"

"Isn't a 3.5 GPA kind of a high standard?" interrupted the blonde, looking a little worried.

Naruto's grades had never been what one might call...good.

The boy had no trouble doing the work and mastering the problems; he just always seemed to forget to actually turn in his homework, or he'd stay up all night studying for a test, and end up sleeping through it the next day.

Gai laughed the hearty laugh of the insane, "You think that's high, I've been trying for years to get Sarutobi to let me push it up to 3.8, isn't that right, Lee?"

"Os!" said the young college student so emphatically that Sasuke could've sworn the boy was about to bring his arm up in a salute.

Shrugging off the strangeness of the pair, the brunette pushed for more answers, "But other than that, even though I'm an Uchiha, I'll still be eligible for the different benefits and financial awards?"

Naruto couldn't help the sad look that came on his face at the other boy's words; he'd half-forgotten about his discovery prior to leaving for the soccer game, and he'd been hoping that the letter he'd read earlier and all of the papers on Sasuke's desk were just some elaborate ruse to trick him into leaving the brunette alone. However, it seemed that his education truly wasn't being funded by the family fortune, as the blonde had previously thought.

"No, no, of course not. Why look at Neji! He's a Hyuuga, but he still-"

Suddenly, a smooth voice interrupted Gai's from the locker room exit, "Gai-sensei, I would appreciate it, if you didn't use me or my situation to ensnare new players for the University. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that...Hello, everyone," Neji said, rather tersely, his annoyance with the soccer coach, painfully obvious.

"Hey, Neji!"

"Great game!"

"Hn."

The dark-haired Hyuuga waved off the greetings and compliments with the air of one comfortable with attention and praise.

Some might even say he was a little arrogant.

The tightness of his features, as he dodged Gai's attempts to hug him (for doing so well in the game) and Lee's second wave of affection, would not have begged to differ with that statement. However, when he saw the redhead, silently waiting to say hi, Neji's expression softened.

Sasuke and Naruto quickly went back to badgering Gai with questions, while Lee leapt about, supporting what his foster father said. And, Sakura stood back watching them all with a grin on her face, occasionally shaking her head with disbelief.

But, the Hyuuga, honestly, couldn't have cared less about them.

"Hey, Gaara," the brunette looked back at Lee and then turned to the redhead, "If you're waiting for him, I have to warn you. After games, he tends to stay up all night with Gai, watching tapes of each play and figuring out how they could have been done better, faster, whatever. There's normally pizza and stuff, so a few of the guys always end up going...and Sakura. But, unless you want to, there's really no reason for you to stay."

"That's ok. I was waiting for you," the redhead stated, calmly, as if it was the most natural response in the world.

Nevermind the fact that it caused Neji's stomach to do an involuntary flip.

"Oh?"

"Yes, I wanted to make sure to thank you for the tickets, and to tell you that I thought you were amazing. I think that I understand now...what you were telling me about your father," Gaara said, realizing at the last moment that bringing up your new friend's beloved and deceased parent was probably not the best thing to throw in with a compliment.

"Hm," the boy answered, before muttering a heartfelt, "Thank you."

He thought I was amazing.

Even though Neji only liked Gaara as a friend, for some reason, at that thought his internal organs, once again, began to perform a variety of gymnastic feats, causing their owner a great deal of pleasant discomfort.

Attempting to swallow, even though his throat had gone suddenly dry, the brunette asked, "So, now that you've done what you stayed for, what are you going to do? Go with those...," Neji looked back at the group to see Gai demonstrating the strength that being in the soccer team gives, by making his way to the locker room while doing a handstand. The boy couldn't help the raised eyebrow, as he returned to Gaara and finished, "um...people, I guess."

There was a twinkle of amusement in the redhead's turquoise eyes as he answered, "I don't know. I suppose, I'll just go back to the dorms. I'm not sure that an all-night game-planning session is the night for me...even if it does include free pizza," Gaara remarked wryly.

Neji's smiled back, thinking, His sense of humor. It's quiet, but once you recognize it...

The Hyuuga's grin widened, and he sighed before walking away from the other boy. Not looking back, but calling over his shoulder, "Well, then, let's go."

At first, the redhead's nonexistent eyebrows flew up into his hairline at the other boy's sudden departure. But, then, Neji's words.

Gaara's little grin returned, and he strode to catch up with him, sparing a wave goodbye to the others as he passed.

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After, finally, extricating himself from the dynamic duo, with his questions answered and having no desire to continue the party 'back at Gai's place', Sasuke was sauntering home, relatively content with how the day had gone.

Gaara's sketch, the possibility of an athletic scholarship, and just getting to be around people he considered friends for more than five minutes, all of these things combined had lifted a weight off the boy's shoulders that he hadn't even know was there.

What helped the most, I suppose-, mused the brunette.

"SASUKE!" The blonde idiot was running to catch up with him. Reaching the other boy, Sasuke could just make out the flush on Naruto's cheeks highlighted by a streetlamp, as the blonde hurried to catch his breath, "Huhuhuhhhuh, hm, geez, Sasuke, you could have waited for me."

The pale Uchiha crossed his arms and gave the blonde a superior look, "I didn't think I needed to. I figured you'd be going over to Gai-sensei's with everyone else."

Breathing back to normal, Naruto let out a barking laugh, "And miss hanging out with your sorry ass, no way! You aren't getting rid of me that easy, Uchiha."

What helped the most was you, Naruto.

"Are you sure? Gaara might want to hang out with you," Sasuke shoved his hands into his pockets, as he started to walk, once again, "Wouldn't want to miss that."

"You're right, but today is your lucky day. You get to hang out with your best friend, no rules, no responsibilities, no scholarship applications to finish."

That last line made the Uchiha stop mid-stride, practically, gaping in astonishment. However, Sasuke quickly recovered his composure, and started to walk once again while stating, point blank, "I'm not going to talk about it."

Naruto gave a sad smile that didn't quite reach his bright, blue eyes, "Yeah, I know. But, I felt like you thinking I didn't know would be like lying to you. So...since we can't talk about that, let's-"

"Let's talk about why Jiraiya called to check up on you last night," said Sasuke, just remembering the phone call. He'd been so drained from lack of sleep that it had slipped from his mind. But, that familiar hollow sound in the old pervert's voice last night, Gaara's picture, and that sad smile...

They all reminded Sasuke of a time that he would rather forget.

"I haven't heard him sound that worried since...eight-nine months ago. And," the Uchiha gritted his teeth, " you know some of my problems, now I get to hear some of yours."

"Sasuke, I don-"

"Don't give me that crap. I know you too well, and I know that you aren't the kind of person who needs a chaperone to go to the bathroom. Now, tell me!" The brunette was growing angry with the other boy. That he was keeping something so important locked away for even a moment.

When he knew what had happened before, when he knew that Sasuke was willing to help.

But, I guess, it might be, partially, my fault. Holing myself up in our dorm.

"God, you are such an asshole," said the blonde, shoving his hands into his pockets, now, "Jiraiya just told me to be careful because of some kidnapings in the citySame old warnings, you know, don't walk home alone at night. Make sure to lock your door. I mean, I've heard it a-"

"And, you let me leave. You should have stopped me, told me to wait for you," holding out his arms in a broad gesture, "in case you haven't noticed, dobe, it's night."

"Oh, shut the hell up, Sasuke. Maybe you should stop and think about why I didn't tell you about this in the first place. I really wanted to, needed to, but I didn't think you'd even care. Huh, you didn't seem to care very much, when you ran off this past summer to God know's where, which you won't talk about, and I didn't think you'd come back from. I am not the only one at fault here...you bastard," Naruto was well and truly pissed off, "So, I just thought that bringing you to this stupid ass soccer game would cheer me up, because you'd be happy for more than five seconds, and I wouldn't feel like such a goddamn burden on you. But, you couldn't even do that, could you?"

He always knows just how to word things to make it cut right to the bone.

A minute or two passed in silence as the boys continued to make their way back to the dorm, before Sasuke broke it, muttering, "I did have a good time. Just so you know."

Sighing, the boy looked forward, "And, you're not a burden. If anything...well, I can't tell you about this summer, yet, ok? I just can't."

A sweetness made its way into Naruto's features, as he smiled, surprising the hell of out of Sasuke, "That's fine. I don't need to hear all about it. I just- I just want to help you as much as you want to help me. And, I feel a little guilty, when I'm unloading on you and making your life more complicated than it already is without you getting anything in return."

But, I do.

Another few moments went by, when Naruto asked, his voice filled with an attempt at cheer, "So, you really did enjoy yourself?"

The Uchiha smirked, He's trying to weasel out of talking about Jiraiya's phone call. But, I guess, letting him off the hook for a few hours isn't going to hurt anything.

"Yeah, Naruto, I really did."

"And, you want to hear about why I had such a good time?"

"Sigh. Sure."

"WELL, you will never guess who I saw during halftime, so I'll just tell you, it was Hinata. Hey, speaking of wonderful gorgeous girlsmaybe if you finally went ahead and got yourself one, thenyou wouldn't be so, you know..."

The boys continued walking home, orange streetlamps lighting every fifteen feet or so. They talked; Naruto laughed; Sasuke sighed (but chuckled inside); They were happy.

And, blissfully unaware that they were being followed the entire way back to the dorm by a single figure, keeping to the darkest of shadows and watching their every movement.

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The sky was the dark dusky purple of twilight, and the last player had finally finished showering and packed up their stuff, leaving the locker room empty. Meaning Gai was able to lock up. This he did quickly, so as not to keep the others waiting: Lee, Sakura, and a handful of his players, who were only coming to the post-game celebration for the free pizza.

Thankfully, however, Gai was oblivious to this last fact, as he gleefully roped the long chain around the entrance gate, and snapped the metal lock, finishing his job.

But, just as he was about to run as quickly as possible to the side lot, where he'd parked the green minivan filled with all of his lovely students, the soccer coach was stopped by the familiar voice of Hyuuga Hiashi.

"Gai-san, it's good to see you again."

"Hiashi! It's always wonderful to see family members supporting our players. I'm glad you came out today!"

The two men shook hands, politely.

"I was just wondering, if you knew where Neji ran off to," Hiashi asked without irony, as if he actually expected the young Hyuuga to be here an hour and half after the game had ended.

"Haha, I'm sorry, Hiashi, but Neji left about an hour ago with his friend, Gaara, and I'm-" Gai began, slightly saddened by the fact that he couldn't help the other man, but was stilled by the intruding voice of Hyuuga Hanabi.

"Gaara, huh? Oh, that must be who that redhead was. Gaara. See, I told you that he wasn't waving at Lee, Ten-ten," the young teen said, enjoying the anger that flashed across the other girl's face.

"Who is this Gaara, Gai-san? One of Neji's fellow teammates?" Hiashi asked, a genuine look of interest on his face.

"No, no, just a friend, from what Lee tells me. Not best friends, though. Gaara is Lee's best friend, " the soccer coach said this as if his foster son had accomplished some great achievement, "Why. Don't you know him Ten-ten?"

Gai had come to know Ten-ten due to the number of years that she'd spent doing stats for the Academy's swim team, helping to manage the boys' tennis team, and being a cheerleader for her high school's basketball games.

All sports that Lee participated in.

In fact, she'd even attended a few of the post-game reruns at Gai's house, by Lee's request. And, although, she had started out resenting the fact that she had to spend so much time with this disturbing man. He'd eventually grown on her, much like his adopted son had, in the beginning.

But, now, she wished that she'd never spent all those endless hours taking down match scores and clocking lap times, Ten-ten did not want to encourage this conversation, at all.

"I know of him."

Everyone waited for her to continue.

She didn't.

Gai cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Gaara's a great kid. An artist. You'd be amazed at some of the things he's done. But, may I ask, why you didn't try to find Neji sooner?"

Hiashi answered, calmly, with a hint of resignation, "We would have, only my daughter just had to get down onto the field, and then, well, it took quite a while for us to convince her to leave."

Drag her back with us, you mean. Thank god, Hinata was here. She's finally good for something.

The quiet girl was the only one whom her sister listened to, without question. And, when Hinata said that she was going to get the car, Hanabi instantly decided that it was time for them all to go home. She'd seen enough of the soccer field, that day.

"I suppose, I'll just have to stop by tomorrow and congratulate Neji on a job well done, then. You said his...friend's name was Gaara? Sorry, it's just strange, Neji's never really been the type to make new friends." questioned Hiashi, looking extremely puzzled.

"Yes, Gaara, it is. And, I'm sure that your nephew will appreciate your visit, but I ought to be running along. I left a bunch of college kids alone in my van, and I don't want to keep them waiting too long."

He said this naively, without a single clue as to how wrong it sounded.

"Of course, sorry to keep you," Hiashi bid the other man adieu with a nod of his head. Gai waved and called their names out in loud, emotional tones, as he, too, said goodbye.

After the disconcerting soccer coach had gone out of view, the head of the Hyuuga household turned to Ten-ten and Hanabi, whose faces were barely visible in the gray of dusk "So, what were you saying about Neji waving at someone?"

At the moment, that 'someone' whom Neji had, indeed, waved at, was sitting on his bed across from the dark-haired Hyuuga, who was seated on Lee's side of the room. A movie was playing on the room's television, one of the bowl-cut wearing youth's old copies of "Princess Fuun and the Seven Color Chakra'.

But, neither of the boys were paying it any attention.

"Okay, try to make something out of this one, then. It's pretty awful," claimed Neji, slyly adding, "Not as awful as that shirt of yours though." The boy handed a sketchbook over to the redhead, who was scowling at the brunette in obvious good humor.

"You're just jealous," said Gaara, who was still wearing the KU Leaves shirt, as he was too embarrassed to change in front of Neji, didn't want to make him uncomfortable by changing in the bathroom, and was too drunk on the other boy's presence to realize that he could just put a longer shirt over top the hideous green/orange one.

Quickly, the redhead began to redraw over the lines Neji had made on the paper, turning what were pretty much meaningless scribbles into the beginnings of a picture. After a few moments, he pass the half-finished sketch back to the handsome Hyuuga, who proceeded to add more squiggles.

He tries so hard, thought Gaara, but he really can't see anything there. He can't understand how to do it.

When the redhead had offered to give Neji some drawing advice before class tomorrow, as they walked back to the dorms, Gaara hadn't realized what he'd been promising.

All of the redhead's talent was instinctive.

He knew where the lines should go. He saw the images in his head. And, the sketches flowed out of him as naturally as ink from a pen.

But, that didn't mean he knew how to explain any of it.

After a frustrating fifteen minutes, the pair had given up and proceeded to play with a single sketch together, each adding parts of it until the picture was complete. In fact, they's finished about a half-dozen of these pieces, and every single one of them was complete and total crap.

However, the two were having fun.

No one was asking hard questions or expecting too much or wanting more than the other could give.

It was a new situation for both of them, and Gaara could almost find himself forgetting about the day before and the fact that he had yet another secret to hide from Kankuro, Temari, and most of all...

From Neji.

Glancing out the window as he waited for the handsome Hyuuga to finish with his turn, the redhead couldn't help but notice how empty the night sky was, how beautifully serene.

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Across the city of Konoha, another man sat, totally oblivious to the sight he was missing, as both of his apartment's large windows were draped in thick white curtains. The only light in the room came from the red glare of an alarm clock and the soft glow of his desk lamp. In the room's shadowed interior, one shapely leg could be seen poking from between the man's red bed sheets. A twist of long blonde hair splaying over the edge of one pillow.

For a moment, Jiraiya allowed himself to enjoy the view; he loved the soft look of a woman's face in sleep, the curve to her body as it curled in upon itself.

But, he couldn't join her, just yet. There was still an hour left in the day, and he had to use it for one last phone call.

Dialing the number, it only took two rings before the man was greeted with a sleepy, "Hello."

In a quiet voice, "It's Jiraiya."

"Jiraiya, what's wrong?" The smooth masculine voice asked, instantly alert.

"Nothing, nothing. Well, not yet, anyways. Listen, I just got Naruto's schedule today, and I see that you're listed as one of his teachers," The writer's voice was uncharacteristically serious.

"And you need my help with...?" The man trailed off.

"Haha, you know me too well, I was wondering if you could do me a favor and watch over the kid, a little."

"The kidnapings." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, just for a little while, until we see what the group is after. And, if there's anything you need from me-" started Jiraiya.

"Don't worry about it," the man interrupted, "I owe you enough that I'll do this for free. Besides...I have some interest in the kid's safety, as well."

"That you do, that you do," muttered the white-haired man, beginning to feel all of the fatigue the past few days of worry had caused start to lift from his shoulders, "Hey, don't let him know that you're-"

"I won't-

"Jiraiya," a drowsy voice interrupted the phone call.

"Hn, Sounds like your busy. I should probably let you go," said the man, a smirk heavy in the sound of his voice.

"You have no idea," Jiraiya said with that smile men only get when they know that a woman is theirs, alone.

If only for one night.

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Author's Note: Well, that has to be a record for chapter length. Which doesn't really mean that is was any good...just long. Actually, to be honest, this is my least favorite chapter. Having lost the first fifty page copy, rewriting the whole thing was a bitch and very difficult to make myself do, as none of the words seemed to come out as funny or poignant or insert emotion here as the first.

So, my apologies for this chapter's quality and it's poor transitions and unnecessary length.

It made me a little sad.

Suddenly, Lee enters from one of the room's side doors. Walks over and wraps the author in a big hug.

I love you, Lee.

Anyways, Author's Note Time.

Iwa is the actual name of the Hidden Rock Village in the manga. Just so you know...hence the Boulders...

And, wow, Tenten got some development here. It was subtle, but I hoped you all are starting to understand why she is such a bitch in this story.

There will be more later, and there was foreshadowing of the reason in a few of the past chapters, but hrm...makes you think, huh?

Oh, and speaking of Ten-ten and development and whatnot...

IT'S OFFICIAL. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!!!

Lee leaps about excitedly, causing the authoress to squeal like a little fangirl.

I can't tell you which of this story's main characters will be in it, as there are some violent situations involved in the story that might lead to deaths. However, I can say that three of them will be main characters, and the Sand sibs, Lee, Sakura, Ten-ten, and Shino will be getting more time in the sequel. There will still be a big bad guy, although different from this story's.

And concerning this chapter:

Who was the mysterious man on the phone? Well, you have the list of teachers in Chapter 1, and if you ever think that you've figured it out, then I would love to hear your guess. But, it won't be revealed until the final chapters.

I am insanely proud of Gaara, in this chapter, except that I know he is just hiding from his problems rather than dealing with them, and who knows what that will lead to...the authoress shivers in fear, and Lee hugs her again.

I hope, Sasuke wasn't too much of an ass in this chapter, he just has wicked bad control issues and an inferiority complex, so...

Anyways, I loved Naruto.

And, now, I would love to hear what you guys thought about the chapter. Remember, a new one will be up sometime tomorrow.

What's it about?

Here's a hint, more exposition of Naruto's past, w00t!

Possibly going to reedit this chapter later on. Mostly just the poor transitioning.

Anyways, this is a ramble, so I will cut it off, and just head out for some Lee smexing.

Lee gives a huge thumbs up and a smile that shines with youthfulness.

Bye, all!