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The two teens reached the door that said 'backstage' less than forty minutes later, the crowd had only begun to clear out. As they stood there a large, beefy, square shouldered man stepped out to block the doorway.
"Yous got passes?" He asked gruffly.
"Yes, sir." Gaara said quietly, scared.
"Eh?"
"He said yes sir." Sasuke told the man in a louder voice.
"Then follow me." The mans glare turned into a disarming smile.
Gaara grabbed Sasuke's fore-arm tightly and pulled him along after the man through the plain black door. They went down hall after hall before Sasuke had to forcibly loosen Gaara's grip.
They stopped at an inconspicuous door that, uncoincidentaly, looked like the other seven dozen they had passed. The security guard raised a hand to stop the two teens before walking into the room behind the door.
"Gentlemen, the first two of your guests are here. I believe these two are yours, Ruotan. Soran, I belive yours is at the west wing waiting by now. Aerian, yours should be waiting by the stage and Trehan, your should be at the concessions where you asked."
"Why dont you let my quests in before old lady Cialtan finds the..."
"Are are you young'uns doing out here?" The afore spoken of old lady said from behing Sasuke and Gaara.
She had a thin hunched frame that seemed to barely support her minimal weight as it is. Her shoulders were so slim, her marroon shawl fell down slightly from one over her flower patterned dress, and her pointed glasses fell to the bottom of her nose.
The guard stepped back out with the other three band members that had to meet their backstage personnel. The three walked off and the guard smiled at the elderly woman.
"Hello Ms. Cialtan. Nice night isnt it?"
"Yes yes, Jareth. I caught these two young'uns messin around at the door."
"Thats because they have backstage passes. Would you like me to walk you to your room? I can if you'd like."
"No, dear."
"Alright. Good night, Ms. Cialtan."
"Goodnight, Jareth."
With that the old lady was thankfully walking off with her clunking cane and Jareth was pushing Sasuke and Gaara into the room behind the discreet door. The room beyond was much more noticeable and different; there were lavish chairs and love seats, a large t.v, a kitchen area, furnished bedrooms for each band member, and a large bathroom.
"Ruotan, your two 'stagers are here." Jareth called to the kitchen.
A warm chuckle came from the blond in the kitchen. He appeared with an apron around his waist and, hopefully, wet flour on his cheek and forehead.
"Ah, heh," He ruffled the back of his tied back hair, putting flour in that too. "I was making cookies...but I'm not sure how well they'll taste."
Jareth rolled his eyes. "Ruotan, you should know, by now, that you have the best cooking in practically all the world."
"Psh. Whatever."
"Well I'm going to head." Ruotan chuckled and a smirk appeared on Sasuke's face. "Not like that Ruotan."
Ruotan pouted. "I wasnt the only one who thought it." He pointed at Sasuke who immediately masked his smirk.
"I dont see anyone else smiling." Jareth said truthfully.
"Whatever. Well I'll see you tomorrow then, Jareth."
"Goodnight."
"Night." Jareth left in lumbering steps and in his wake leaving an akward moment.
Ruotan turned and headed back into the kitchen to finish his cooking while Gaara and Sasuke got comfy. Neither said a word nor moved.
Sasuke leaned against a wall, propping one foot on the wall, and crossed his arms. His shoulder length, slightly tied back hair, fell in his face and he watched Ruotan's backside in a hawk-like manner, between whisps of hair.
"So, Ruo-chan, how is the whole famous life doing for you?" Gaara asked with a smile.
"Pretty well, Gaa-chan, but I thought we agreed to no feminine honorifics."
"But it's such a hard habit to rid myself of."
Ruotan laughed as he pulled a tray of cookies out of the oven. "I know the feeling, Gaa-chan."
Sasuke, to say lightly, was confused. How did Gaara know Ruotan?
"...your friend?"
"This is Sasuke." Sasuke's attention went back to the converstion. "He's quiet but when known he's a good guy."
"I'd assume so since you're friends with him."
"Hai."
"So, Sasuke," Ruotan said. "There a last name with that?"
"Uchiha." Sasuke said gruffly and nonplussed.
"Ah, the famous Uchiha." It sounded like Ruotan was condensending Sasuke just for being famous for his name.
"I didnt ask for it." Sasuke said, still in his leaning position.
"...Bad-ass." Ruotan murmured.
"Excuse me?" Sasuke asked, a bit peeved.
Ruotan turned around with a large smile and chuckle. He seemed not worried about the caught insult one little bit.
"Cookie?"
Gaara grabbed one of the chocolate chip cookies. "Try one Sasuke. He makes the best."
Sasuke grudgingly took one and bit gingerly into it. He had to agree with Gaara, Ruotan really did make some killer cookies.
"So?" Ruotan asked the both of them.
"As good as always." Gaara replied.
"And you?"
"Fine."
Gaara rolled his eyes. "Well, something to drink?" Ruotan asked.
"Mountain Dew for the both of us." Gaara supplied.
The Mountain Dew lightened Sasuke's mood and after two and a half cups, and two trips to the bathroom, he was as social as the other two. He was even enjoying himself, especially with Ruotan sitting beside him on the loveseat.
Much of the time the three spent together was spent talking of random subjects and with all three of them, more than once falling of their seats laughing. Ruotan had even claimed Sasuke as his new friend.
It was nearing eleven when Gaara seemed to sober enough to look at his watch. "I'm sorry, Ruo-chan but Sasuke and I need to head to the parking lot and meet my mom."
"How about I walk you two out there?"
Gaara nodded. "Thanks."
"It's nothing really."
All three walked out to the parking lot, still joking and laughing together. When they reached the parking lot, Gaara's mom was sitting in her car below a street light waiting for them.
"Well, here's where we split ways, Ruo-chan." Gaara said.
"How about this, Gaa-chan: I give the two of you these tickets and you come backstage again next week at the next concert?"
"It's up to Sasuke because its his brother who takes us."
Both turned to Sasuke, who shrugged. "Sure."
"Well, until next week then." Ruotan said as he waved the two off to Gaara's moms car.
Everytime Sasuke and Gaara went to a concert, Sasuke would go home with Gaara and they would usually stay up much of the night talking. The ride to Gaara's home was silent and Sasuke still, after nearly twenty-six times, gaped at the three story english-style stone mansion Gaara lived in.
They got out of the car and headed up to the third floor, where Gaara's room was. The room was huge and one of the two closets, the much smaller one, was dedicated to Sasuke's clothes since he spent so much time there.
They were soon ready for bed and laying in sleeping bags on the floor. Sasuke was laying on his back, hands crossed behind his head, staring at the glowing plastic stars Gaara's mom had put on the ceiling when Gaara was little, who claimed it calmed him of his short temper.
"Sasuke?"
"Yeah?"
"You seemed to hit it off with Ruotan."
"How did you know him?"
"Long story I dont want to explain right now." Gaara rolled onto his right side away from Sasuke. "When the time comes I'll tell you."
A few minutes later, Sasuke spoke. "Gaara, I think I really did connect with him but he reminds me of just an adverage no-gooder. Maybe its just my imagination."
Gaara had already fallen asleep and soon Sasuke did too. The next day was just thursday.
Okay guys. Heres chapter three up and ready. Im so mad. My mouse spazzed and my first copy of chapter three went away and I had to retype the WHOLE thing. I dont mind because it was for a good reason. Read and review. Ill have chapter four up soon. Chippy (my muse) loves giving me ideas...for now...Chippy loves chocolate chips ...hence his name...and is also about knee height and is a green dragon.