Bleed it Out

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto in anyway, so don't sue me.

Warnings: Blood, Self Abuse, Yaoi, and Lemons, probably.

'Thoughts'
"Demons Talking"
'Flashbacks'
'Dreams'
"Talking"
A/N: Author's Note.


Chapter 8

I couldn't move all I could do is watch, as Gaara cried on my couch. I wanted to go over there and apologize to him and hold him in my arms until he was calm enough to tell me what really happened, because now that I had sorted out my thoughts I realized there was no way Gaara would have been able to do that. The cuts were way too neat, if Gaara had done that it would have been sloppy. I wanted to go over to him and comfort him, but I didn't deserve to be able to do that, I had just accused him of something he couldn't have done and then I hit him in my rage. I didn't even deserve to be in the same room as him, but at the same time I knew I shouldn't leave.

I didn't think Gaara would want me to leave though and that is what kept me here, staring at the sobbing redhead on my couch. I started walking towards him, I couldn't keep listening to him cry, because when he was upset it made my heart break.

"Gaara," I whispered, as I reached him. I sat down next to him, resisting the urge to pull him into a gentle embrace.

"Do you want me to stay here? Because if you don't I will leave, do you want me to leave?" I began reaching my hand out, but stopped, I didn't deserve to touch him, or be near him, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to leave Gaara, when he was like this, it just didn't seem right, but I would leave if he told me to.

"You can stay as long as you won't hurt me again," my heart almost shattered into a million pieces at that answer.

"I won't, I promise," I said quietly, as I reached over to him and pulled him into a hug. He cringed slightly, as his back hit my chest.

"Are there cuts on your back too?" I asked, even though I already had a good idea of what the answer would be.

He nodded slightly and I could feel the tears hit my arms.

"Did you clean and bandage them?" He nodded again, I pulled him closer.

"Who did this to you?" I asked him, as I began running a hand through his hair.

There was a long moment of silence when I thought he wouldn't respond, but he eventually did.

"Kankuro did this… Temari left to get some things and Kankuro… did this." He said, his voice starting to crack towards the end.

"I thought siblings were supposed to take care of each other." My eyes narrowed.

"They are supposed to, but …he hates me…" His voice got quieter as he spoke.

"Why?" I knew I should stop asking him so many questions, but my curiosity got the better of me.

He took a deep breath, "Our mother died giving birth to me, I killed our uncle, and he blames me for our father's death," He whispered his voice shaking slightly.

I nodded in my understanding, as I continued to run a hand through his red hair.

Gaara turned around, so he could wrap his arms around me. I knew I didn't deserve to touch the redhead or be touched by him, but this was what Gaara wanted, wasn't it? I began rubbing his back; I knew he was still upset even though he wasn't crying anymore. I hoped he wasn't still upset at me.


My heart hurt more than when Yashamaru had said that he had hated me despite what he had said before. I was glad Naruto hadn't made any move to leave, because even though he had just hit me, I wouldn't be able stand around like nothing was wrong if he had left me like everyone else. I heard the sound of footsteps and since they were getting closer I assumed he was walking towards me and not away from me, which gave me a little bit of comfort.

"Gaara," he whispered once he was standing right next to the couch.

"Do you want me to stay here? Because if you don't I will leave, do you want me to leave?" I could feel his eyes on me.

"You can stay as long as you won't hurt me again," I said, even though it wasn't true, Naruto could beat me senseless and I would still come crawling back to him. It didn't matter what he did to me I would still come back to him, because I couldn't let go of him, I loved him too much.

"I won't, I promise," He said quietly, as I felt myself being pulled into a hug.

I cringed slightly, as my back hit his chest, which probably made him ask his next question. "Are there cuts on your back too?" I nodded watching some of my tears hit his arm.

"Did you clean and bandage them?" I nodded again, as he pulled me closer to his chest.

"Who did this to you?" He asked as he began running a hand through my hair. I didn't answer him for a while, because I was wondering if I should tell him the truth or not, but eventually I decided I would; I wouldn't get anywhere by lying to Naruto.

"Kankuro did this… Temari left to get some things and Kankuro …did this." I tried to keep my voice steady as I told him who had done this, but it started to crack towards the end.

"I thought siblings were supposed to take care of each other." He said, tightening his grip.

"They are supposed to, but …he hates me…" I explained, my voice lowering into a whisper as I spoke.

"Why?" He asked, as I resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably in his arms; that was something I hadn't told anyone, but that was partly, because no one ever cared to ask, they always listened to whatever Kankuro or Temari said, because Kankuro and Temari believed the same thing when it came to this topic.

I took a deep breath, "Our mother died giving birth to me, I killed our uncle, and he blames me for our father's death," I whispered my voice shaking slightly.

I felt him nod, hopefully he believed what I had told him and hopefully he wouldn't ask why I killed my uncle.

Wanting comfort from him I turned around so I could wrap my arms around him. He paused, as I moved and then started rubbing my back in a comforting way. I sighed into him, this was why I would always come back to Naruto, because no matter what he did I never lost my love for him and because of that I would never be able to completely forget him if he hurt me too much and I would never be able to let go of him. My heart would always speed up at the sight of him. He was the one who saved me from the darkness my village tossed me into and the darkness I walked into myself and because he saved me so many times I would always be grateful to him.


A/N: Ok that is the end of this chapter and possibly the end of the story. What do you guys think? I could add a couple more chapters as long as you give me a couple of suggestions as to what should happen next or I could just end it here, it is up to all of you. Leave reviews telling me what you want or send me a Private Message either way I will be happy that you took the time to tell me what you would like to happen.