I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It took me so long to update, but here it is... the second chapter of Boarding School Dropout in the... flesh. (Sorry, couldn't broaden my line of thought to an even more... appropiate word for it... gahh)
I would like to thank Jellicleknight, 'death to all humans' and YAY for reviewing my first... or rather prologue of my story... Please, enjoy.
Gaara sat annoyed in his chair as he watched his sister pace back and forth on the weird tiles of the floor. Well the tiles weren't weird really, he had seen them in movies and stuff, but that was exactly the point. He had never seen them in real life, only in videos and such and this just made it seem like... it was weird and unusual. Seriously, it was black and white tiles like the ones in the movie 'Queen of The Damned' before the guy meets with the queen. Gaara shook his head as he watched his sister saying something in front of him now, his face looked confused for a moment.
"Are you even listening to me!?" she asked frantically, her eyes were wide. She seemed surprised then her face went a bit calmer and she sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping.
"Just... try not to fight back when somebody bothers you okay?" she explained plainly. Gaara's eye twitched, she was yelling and bitching about this for... (Gaara glanced at the clock)... 6 minutes when she could have just said that plain and clear. He gave her a look that was akin to asking -are you stupid or something?-. If he didn't fight back then what the hell was he supposed to do? Just take a beating? Like hell.
She sighed heavily again, freakishly understanding her brothers train of thought, "I don't mean not to defend yourself. Only when necessary okay? But other than that just walk away and don't cause trouble. I'm pretty sure Shukaku wouldn't want that and I don't want that, okay?" she said finally.
Kankuro walked into the room finally, yawn presenting himself in his ever fashionable entrance. He rubbed at his face, hair all crazy like it was almost every day but it had the 'just rolled out of bed' look. Unlike either of his siblings, he had been blessed (so Temari claims) with the sleek straight hair of their mothers, while Temari and Kankuro had the crazy and frizzy hair that their dad often had.
"Why didn't you get up when I told you to get up!," she yelled suddenly, startling the half asleep Kankuro into full awakeness. Gaara was just thankful at not having the screechy harpy yelling at him anymore. Well, she didn't sound like a harpy but with the way she kept on talking and talking and yelling and yelling, she had fallen under that category by default.
Gaara stood and walked past both his siblings who were now in a heated fight about the proper way to wake a person, it was idiotic in Gaara's eyes, but then again he could care less. He walked down the hall to the last room next to the washroom, his room. The walls were still an annoying white shade, some empty boxes were in the corner of the room. His bed was on the farthest side, not that he ever occupied it, but it was a perfect place to read or something. Hell, it was comfy than anything Gaara ever slept on before. And his closet was filled with clothing that Gaara had never even tried on.
Temari had interrupted his breakfast and Gaara had his full intention on enjoying a very nice and well deserved shower. Gathering a random shirt, pants, boxers and socks, he made his way to the bathroom and felt a little put off by all the 'newness' aura it created. He hated getting used to new things, but it was inevitable and bound to happen anyway. Sighing Gaara showered before getting out and putting on the clothes he picked out.
Gaara scowled at how... formal he looked. The jeans were alright, they were a pair of dark grey jeans but they could be improved with a chain and maybe some scissors... if Temari even let him grab the scissors with the last incident that happened. The shirt however was something else. It was a black button down collar shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror and decided that it buttoned up to his neck and the sleeves down didn't suit him right. He pulled up the sleeves to his elbow and unbuttoned the first 3 buttons. He sighed as he noticed his neck was bare, and then he growled because he was spending a little too much time in front of the mirror than needed.
He opened the door and was surprised to find Kankuro banging on Temari's door. He heard the yelling in the bathroom, but decided on ignoring it, they did yell a lot. Kankuro looked at Gaara just as he opened the bath room door.
"Help me!," he yelled at Gaara. Gaara raised one non-exsistant eyebrow. Kankuro sighed heavily, finding his younger brother useless in this current situation before turning to the door again and yelling out profanities and empty threats.
Gaara turned into his room before going to one of the boxes and puling the flaps open and taking out a small box that had duck tape all over it. He opened the box and pulled out his chain, attatched it to his pants, then he pulled out a silver necklace and some black braclets. He finished putting on his necklace and was starting on his braclets when Kankuro came into his room.
He didn't even notice that he had stopped yelling. His face was red and his eyes were wide, with what, Gaara didn't know.
"I think she fell asleep," he said disbelieving. "She fell asleep, and we only have an hour or so to get ready for school," Kankuro ran a hand through his messy hair, grimincing as it felt a bit greasy beneath his fingertips. Gaara blinked once then shrugged, pointing to the bathroom.
"You want me to get ready and then have my head chopped off for not waking her up? What do you think I am, a sucidal maniac?," Kankuro whined pulling at his hair now. Gaara closed his eyes, god they could be annoying sometimes. When he opened his eyes he glared at his brother.
Going into his closet he pulled out his bat and then walked past a stunned looking Kankuro.
"Wait, wait, wait!,"Kankuro exclaimed jumping around the irrate redhead and holding his hands up in front of him. "You're not going to smash her door are you?," he asked looking a bit frantic. Of course he was frantic, his brother was just going to calmly walk up to their sister's door and smash it to peices, causing them to have to pay for the damage. Shukaku wouldn't like that.. not one bit.
"You can't," he said gently trying to pry the baseball from his hands. Gaara glared at Kankuro, but Kankuro didn't back down, his hand only tightened around Gaara's hand. Gaara finally let go the sighed heavily, pointing to the door looking agitated. Kankuro immediatly understood the meaning behind his gestures. "Use another method.. a safer method," he added, pushing the baseball bat into Gaara's chest before going into his room.
Gaara sighed and glared at his sister's door with venom dripping out from his very pores. Like hell if he'd have to put up with this again. Temari always had a habit of waking up early.. too early and sleeping late.. too late and then she would end up sleeping right before school and Gaara and Kankuro would have to find ways to wake her up without making her angry. But they never thought that they would have to deal with something like this, Gaara suddenly hated the idea of indoor locks.
Gaara banged his fist against the door a total of three long times and all he got in return was a small groan and mumbles. He could just mentally picture the drool seeping onto the pillow... gross. Getting annoyed with his three knocks not being able to awaken the 'sleeping beauty' Gaara bent his head slightly to inspect the door knob and possible ways to open it. Just as he suspected, it was one of those cheap locks, all he had to do was get something like a credit card to open it.
Gaara walked to his room and pulled out his wallet from a small black bag and then he went to his sisters door and opened it with a health card, pushing it open yet refusing to enter the forbidden cave. His sister was laying on her stomach, arm slung over the side of the bed lazily and Gaara smirked as he noticed Kankuro's puppets being held hostage under Temari's bed.
Glancing around Gaara noticed the scissors sitting on top of one of the boxes Temari didn't open yet. Ignoring his sister as she made the sounds that indicated that she was near waking he strode over and picked up the scissors then he strode back out ignoring the small call of his name. He went into the kitchen and sat down, looking at his pants with a small grin. He then began cutting small holes in his pants and some long strips right across the thigh, being very careful of his skin.
"Why are you ruining your pants?," Temari asks, walking into the kitchen trying to straighten out her clothing. Gaara looks up, then eyed his handi work before setting the scissors on the counter. "Tch. Your not supposed to even have scissors in your hands remember?," she said snatching the scissors away. She put them in some random drawer before looking at the clock. "Oh my god!," she yelled before running to the bathroom which is luckily empty. Kankuro must have finished with his shower.
Not wanting to walk with his siblings into the actual school Gaara walked to his room and grabbed a black messnger bag that has a little stick man in one corner holding a bow and arrow and the saying is what made Gaara buy it. It says ' To be sure of hitting the target, Shoot first And, whatever you hit, Call it the Target.' He smirked when he saw it and decided it was perfect. Walking to the kitchen and towards the door he ignored his siblings yelling at eachother once again, he slammed the door extra loud so they know he left. Walking down the hall he ignores the stares of people and the whisperings of his neighbours.
He wanted to laugh at what this preppy pink-haired bitch said loud enough that he heard it. "He looks like he's in a gang or something." He only glanced in her direction gracing her with a cherry poppin smirk. She blusheed brightly before turning around to avoid his gaze. The rest of the walk down the stairs to the main floor is made without distraction, he walked through the door and welcomed the nice cool breeze that washed over his face. Today won't be so bad, the rich kids of this school will probably be scared of him or something.
He walked slowly towards the building of the school, heedless of the people greeting eachother and talking about their summer vacations. He knows where his locker is, but it's not like he will actually be using it anyway, he has everything he needs in his bag. Gaara stops when he hears his brother calling his name, turning around he seen Kankuro running from Temari who was close behind.
He grabbed Gaara's shoulders, ducking behind him telling Temari to stay back. Gaara rolls his eyes, Temari's face is flished from embarrasment. People are staring after all.
"Your an idiot," she tells Kankuro crossing her arms over her chest, similar to the position Gaara's in right now but his face is impassive. Kankuro glares over his shorter brothers shoulder. Gaara grits his teeth after a while of all siblings glaring. This is getting annoying.
"Get off," Gaara hisses, moving his shoulders to jerk his brothers hands off his shoulders. Kankuro immediatly let go, almost looking like he's pouting, but soon he's smiling.
"Dude this place is pretty cool when there's people around," Kankuro says looking around. Temari snorts, letting her arms fall to her side. Gaara's the only one with a bag because his siblings had put their things in their lockers. Gaara follows behind his siblings to their locker.
"Aren't you going to your locker?," Temari questions, fiddling with the lock. Gaara leans right next to her, then pats his bag lightly. Temari gets the hint and nods her head, taking out her books. Gaara looks around the hall and sees people walking around in a rush, the bell should be ringing soon.
"Are you sure you can find your first class alright?," Temari asks slamming her locker shut. Gaara nodded his head before walking off in the direction of his class, holding up a hand as a form of bye.
Upon entering the classroom only one word crosses Gaara's mind as he looks at the rows and rows of students milling about - shit. Being naturally quiet and introverted Gaara knew he might not make friends on the first day, hell it's more likely he'd make enimies. Walking to the back of the room, Gaara took a seat at an almost empty row. Pulling out a book from his bag he started reading until the teacher comes. He feels someone take a seat next to him but he doesn't look over to see who it is. He doesn't care anyway.
"Hey," a voice says. Gaara keeps on reading like nothing has happened, and so far to him nothing has happened, he didn't know the voice was directed at him. "Hey," the voice said again, this time poking Gaara in the shoulder. Gaara looks up and glares at the smiling girl in front of him.
"Your new,"the girl says tilting her head to the side. She's dressed in a white skirt that reaches just above her knees with a brown top beneath a black and white sweater. Her blonde hair is bundled on the top of her head in a messy and loose bun with a few stray hairs surrounding her face. Her blue eyes are smiling as she waves a hand in front of his face. Gaara scowls.
"Don't need to be cranky, I was just trying to introduce myself," she says crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Ino Yamanaka,"she says holding out her hand. Gaara looks at it before looking at Ino with a raised brow.
"Gaara," he says quickly, feeling uncomfortable suddenly.
The girl suddenly puts her hands to her cheeks, eyes wide. "Holy crap...,"she breathes, then she raises her hands and shouts, "He speaks!" She starts laughing when people look at them weirdly, and Gaara just looks at her wide eyed and confused.
"Sorry," she says waving a hand at him, "I get dramatic sometimes." Gaara nods his head slowly before turning back to his book, deeming the girl sitting beside him borderline crazy or just on crack.
"Scaring the new kid already Ino?," a boy with a ponytail sticking up on his head says lazily before sitting in front of Ino. Ino flicks him in the back of the head.
"No, for your information Shikamaru, I just made a new friend. Don't be too jealous," she says glaring at him when he just sighs and lays on his crossed arms on his desk. Gaara could have sworn he heard the boy mutter 'troublesome' under his breath.
"Ino-pig!," a girl yelled from across the room. Gaara closes his eyes and suddenly feels a headache coming on. Why the hell did Ino have to be the first person he met? He tried his best to ignore the girls chatting excitedly beside him and reads his book before the sound of someone clearing their throat at the front of the room catches everyone's attention.
Class was hell, not only are they assigned to the seats that they sat in for the rest of the semester but their math teacher is an idiot who only assigns problems and pages then reads porn for the rest of the period. Getting up when the bell rang, Gaara tries not to listen to the sound of his name being called. A hand on his shoulder prevents his escape through the doors.
"So, where's your next class?," Ino asks smiling. Why can't she leave him alone? Does she really have to ask him stupid questions like that? Gaara sighs then starts walking away. He then realizes that he won't be able to have peace unless he answers, since she's currently whining about how he doesn't like her and that it's probably going to mentally scar her. It was grating on his nerves.
"Art," he grounded out through clenched teeth. She sighed heavily.
"I don't have that, I'm in drama," she says a little more calmly. Well that explains her over dramatizing performances, it's probably just practice. "I'll see you later though. Hey, you should meet me at the front of the school for lunch! Everyones going over to... well I don't know whose yet but we're all eating together! I'll introduce you," she says biting her lips and clapping her hands. Gaara studies her for a moment before turning down the hallway where his art class is. He hears Ino yell a bye before she goes to her class.
Gaara takes the closest seat to the door right beside a boy with a noticably fake smile. The boy says nothing to Gaara and for that he's rather thankful, but then a blonde haired man walks into the room holding clay in his hands smiling really wide.
"Today you're all going to help me set up the fireworks in the field, then we're going to explode them and run!," he says grinning like mad.
A girl raises her hand and calls the man, "Uhh, Deidara-sensei, isn't that not permitted?," she asks quietly. The man (Gaara refuses to call him a teacher) laughs, putting the clay down before placing both hands on his stomach.
"Nonsense. It's the first day of school! We should celebrate before we go into all that boring crap,"he says before walking into another room attached to the main art room. Gaara guesses it's a storage room for paints and the sorts. Deidara comes out holding a box over flooded with fireworks all different sizes. "You know what I always say!," he yells out placing the box on his desk.
"Art is a bang," almost everyone says loudly. "Okay! Let's get out there and set them up in the west field! Follow me!," he says walking out the door with a ridiculious pose, somehow balancing the fireworks. Gaara follows the energetic man with his eyes and studies all the students following obeidently chatting amoungst themselves.
"Aren't you coming?," the boy from earlier asks him, still smiling with that annoying fakeness. Gaara gets up and the boy takes it as a yes, but instead of following everyone out into the west field he turns down the hall and decides to wait until his next class. Gaara walked around mindlessly through the halls, careful to avoid teachers and other students before reaching the front doors.
"Hey," someone says behind him, Gaara ignores the voice opting to sit beneath a tree and pull out his book he was reading in first period. "Hey red," the voice says again in an abnoxiously loud voice. Gaara turns and glares a blonde boy. What the hell is it with crazy and annoying blondes bothering him today?!
"Your the new kid huh? Love the tattoo," the kid said trying to poke his forhead, however, Gaara would have none of that so he grabbed the kids wrist hard and pushed it away. "Ow!"
Gaara continued reading his book ignoring the blonde who was complaining about abusive redheads.
"Naruto," someone said. "Leave him alone." Gaara doesn't bother to lift his head to thank the kid whose getting rid of the nuisance. Peace and quiet is all that matters
"Shut up Sasuke-teme!," the boy shouted loudly.
"Hey where are you maggots supposed to be?" a voice calls, it's female, but gruff and holds authority. Gaara grits his teeth and looks up to see a short purple haired woman, hands on her hips and frown marring her face, making it look mean and demanding.
"Uhh, hey Anko-sensei," the blonde boy says rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"I'm bringing Naruto back to Kakashi-sensei's class," the black haired boy says, grabbing Naruto's arm and pulling him in a certain direction, Ankoi watches them leave with narrowed black eyes. Gaara stares back emotionlessly as Anko looks at him with a hard glare.
She crossed her arms over her chest and tilts her head stiffly to the side, waiting for an explanation. "I'm in art," Gaara says finally. She squints her eyes, studying him. "With who?" she asks seriously.
"Deidara-sensei," Gaara replies, to which she started smirking. "Where was he headed?" she questions knowingly.
"West fields" Anko nods her head before looking around.
"Look," she begins. "Your new, I can tell. I don't usually do this, and if you tell anyone i'll have your head and your grade," she says pointing a finger out at him threateningly, she glances around nervously again. "Deidara, for the first 2 or 3 weeks, doesn't do roll call. He's annoying as hell so I suggest staying home for that time. He gets serious about after a month or so, though," she nods her head before stalking off. Gaara raises a brow.
Well now, that was weird.
Picking up his things he sets off home for the rest of the period, finding it better in the lonely place than out where a teacher will nag.
Authors Note.
Could have been done better... I mean really. It does usually take some time to get out of a certain habit, and I really should have thought more on how Gaara could have started talking after so long. I rushed it sorta, and for that i'm sorry... next chapter will be better, I promise... no... I give you my word!!!