A/N: Sorry for the late chapter. I intended to put this up yesterday, but I didn't feel well. Still don't feel well, but I finished it today. ^-^

I do not own the characters. (I hate putting that there, but it is necessary :/)

Sasuke's POV

When I first opened my eyes, I noticed there was something, or someone, next to me. I couldn't see well at first, partly because my eyes were still blurry and partly because whoever is was, they were huddled up in a tight ball with they're head on my chest. It was only when I saw a red tuft of hair poking out of the blanket I noticed it was Gaara.

Smiling, I sat up. It was a Saturday, so we didn't have school anyway. I lifted his head onto a pillow and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Today was going to be interesting.

Gaara's POV

I woke up to a scent. Something was cooking. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange place. I sat up, holding my aching head and trying to remember where I was. I remember going ti Sasuke's..Sasuke's? I looked around me. Sure enough the Uchiha family symbol is there. Groaning, I get up, and stand on my feet. My legs are sore, and I feel like I'm made out of rubber.

"Hey, you're awake." A smooth voice calls out to me from a different room.

"Do you have to be so..loud?" My own voice sounds loud. When he doesn't respond, I walk in the direction of his voice. A kitchen big enough for a whole clan of people. It's painted brown and white, with smooth wooden counters and a big white fridge. The stove is black and white, and something is cooking on a pan.

"Sorry." He whispers when I look at him. He's smiling when he holds out his hand. Asprin. Thank god.

"Thank you." I take the medicine and swallow them without a drink. My throat feels dry. "Do you have anything I can drink?"

"Mhm." He goes to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. Handing it me, he watches with amusement when I twist the cap off and gulp half of it.

"What?" I'm almost annoyed he's looking at me that way.

"Well, you came to my house fucked up, and cried. Apparently, you woke up and got off the couch and snuggled with me. Then, you wake up and down half a bottle of water. I think it's cute." He smiled again and turned back to the stove.

"Whatever you say..What are you cooking anyway?" I'm suddenly hungry.

"Pancakes."

Sounds good to me. Actually, anything sounds good to me right now. I don't think I have eaten anything in the past two days, except the chips. I settle in a chair that's around a big wooden table. I take a few sips of water, watching Sasuke cook.

He finally puts something on two plates, and sets the plates down. One in front of me, the other across the table. He puts the pan in the sink and retrieves syrup out of the fridge. He came and sat down in his chair, poured on syrup then handed the bottle to me. I put a little on, then set it down. I was picking up the knife and fork he set down when he began to talk.

"I'm worried about you." It sounded like he blurted it.

"Why?" My mouth was full.

"You're hurting yourself, Gaara. I have come to care about you, even though I just met you officially. I would like to this of us as friends. " His dark eyes were gazing into mine. I looked down.

"I'm ok, it was just a bad day." I put another mouthful into my mouth.

"It's not ok if you're harming yourself. You're arms were bloody.." His gaze dropped to my arms, where I became aware of the dried blood there. I chose not to answer. "Gaara, please tell me what's bothering you."

I can remain silent.

Sasuke's POV

We finished breakfast in silence. It wasn't until he got up I realized how horrible he must be feeling.

"Do you want to use the shower, Gaara? You can wear some of my spare clothes if you want." He looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his, then nodded. "Follow me." He nodded again before following me into the bathroom. He was looking around, and I can imagine why. My home is rather big, it was made to hold quite a few people. The bathroom was big as well, with a large shower in the right corner.

"I'll go get the clothes. Feel free to start, you can close the curtains." He gave a small nod and I left. I looked through my clothes until I found something small enough for him. A pair of blue jeans, an avenged sevenfold shirt, and unused boxers. I made my way back to the bathroom, and when I opened the door I found a naked Gaara.

He was skinny, and pale. His skin looked soft to touch, besides his arms, and he was examining his stomach. I could see a few ribs. He looked so fragile. His body matched his personality.

"Are you staring at me?" He asked without turning around.

"Sorry..Here." I set the clothes on the floor, getting ready to leave.

"Wait." I turned around slowly. He was facing me, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Thank you. For everything. You don't have to do all this for me."

"No problem."

"Do you mind..if I stay for awhile longer? When I'm done showering?" He asked timidly. He was afraid of being rejected. I can tell.

"Of course not!" I turned and left.