Chapter Two

A/N: Yes! Now the two meet...sorry but this chap is very very short. Lack of inspiration...

Disclaimer: I am and will be forever broke so I can't even own the whole set of Naruto let along the actually thing! No, everthing belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-san.

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Gaara's POV

A door slamming in the distance brought me back to reality and I opened my eyes slightly, and with a still blurry vision, gazed at what was happening. A figure had entered the room and was moving towards me and by the time I had sat up he had grown in size and was already towering over me.

He was as much as I could tell a teenager, younger than myself but he seemed quite mature for his age, and from just a glance I could tell he was at least a few inches taller than me, that's so humiliating. It wasn't like it was my choice to be small for my age. I just never got to eat as much as other children and my food was never as nutritious as theirs. Being poor has it's weak points but it's not like I could argue with life. And besides 'it's not that i'm too small...he's just big for his age!'

"Who are you and what are you doing in my bed?" comes the strangers voice, it was rich and deep but more than anything it was the words he had just said that caught my attention

"What!" I shout in disbelief

"Where's the fat kid? Where's your pot belly?" in my half asleep stateI glance behind him to check… reality wasn't this cruel right?…what about MY dreams?

"What pot belly? Are you still asleep or just drunk? I just know that you're rudely occupying my bed."

I was to say the least shocked at his harsh tone and words , it seemed like the new arrival was just as cruel as reality. ButI supose he's right I have taken his bed. And I was hoping to just take a short nap and not let him find out...so much for that idea.

I stand and face him before bowing slightly, remembering my new job as his 'maid'.

"Sorry young master, you must be tired from your long journey. Please rest." I step aside so he can walk forward. He does so and sits neatly on the edge of the bed.

So this is the famous youngest son, Uchiha Sasuke I think it was. I take a quick glance his way. His hair a dark raven colour and his eyes a rich dark blue. God he just has to have it all doesn't he! The looks and the rich parents! Looks like I'm going to be adding another name on the 'I hate rich people' list.

"You're new aren't you? What's your name?" I jerk my head up and realise he's staring at me...did i just zone out...how embarrising!

"Um...Sabaku no Gaara, sir. I'm here to serve you personally." I answer, he frowns slightly.

"Did my father order this?"

"Yes sir." I reply.

"I can't believe he did it again, and this time sending a kid to serve me." he states while looking at me.

Maybe it was his eyes that i didn't like or maybe his harsh way of talking to me, or just the fact that a kid was addressing 'me' as a kid that i didn't like. What ever it was it got me worked up, i just couldn't take it any more.

"I'm not a kid" I almost shout, which surprisingly shocked him.

"I'm 18 this year." I state proudly while mentally adding on a 'Ha! take that you brat!'

I inhale deeply to calm myself before realising I have just shouted at the guy who was going to get me my money. I struggle to find a way to help me from getting fired.

"Ummm...sir" i try while bowing as low as i can.

Damn, now he wasn't going to want someone who just shouts when they want to, to be his 'slave'.

I dread the moment of hearing an angry shout of 'your fired' but to my amazment or maybe horror i hear a chuckle instead. I can only look up and watch in awe as the previousely stern looking face was now placed in a childish grin as its owner only carried on to laugh at me.

I was very tempted to step back in fear, scared for my own life and safety that was, who knows what mental problems he could have!

"You really are new...aren't you?" he says after he stopped. I realised I had or still was just standing there with my mouth open staring at him. I quickly shut it before I caught a fly.

"Yes...sir. I'm...umm...yes it's my first time working too so..." I give a low bow before straightening up,

"Please help to teach and guide me."

"Did you thinkI was going to fire you?" My face I imagine is now twisting into an expression that echoed the words 'shit! you've found me out!'.

He grins and stands up and I almost jump back as he steps towards me. His hand reaches up and lifts my chin up so i'm facing him, his dark blue eyes seem amused at the way I seem to have started to shiver.

"Now why would I fire someone as interesting as you."

"And such a cute name." He smirks.

I just knew he was going to make fun of my name.

"I wonder how drunk your parents were when they named you?" he smirks and a sudden image of his heartless father enters my mind. I look down and begin to shake from anger. He seems surprised at my reaction and drops my chin.

"Hey you okay?" were the last words I heard him say before my fist slams in to his left check. He falls back and lands onto his soft bed.

"Hey what was that for?" he asks more surprised than mad,

"Are you listening to me?" but i however couldn't be more mad.

"No you listen to me you jerk!" that caught him off guard and he stares at me with that mouth of his finally shut.

"I don't care how much you pick on me, I can take that. What I really hate is how you people can just talk about how bad my dad is without knowing anything about him! You're just like that rude father of yours." I state as he sits there.

"I don't want to work for someone like you."

And with thatI turn and run towards the door, fling it open asI hear him get up.

Stupid brat thinks he can just talk like that about dad and get away with it! I'd rather not work for him! He caught up no matter how muchI tried to run and has latched his hand on to my shoulder.

"Hey don't go." He says, as if he couldn't tell just how much I hated him right now.

"Get your stupid hand off of me!" I shout turning around to shove him away, and in the process I seem to have forgotten to move my feet which get in the way and i trip over them...and fall down the bloody stairs!

I tumble and roll down several flights of stairs, trust rich people to have a lot stairs!

After it finally stops, I seem to recall thinking just how dumb I was and a distant calling of my name before I black out. The feel of something wet underneath my head and the slowly rising pain disappearing along with it.

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And wow that was short! but hopefully next chapter will be longer...if i get ideas that is.