Chapter three
A/N: Hello everyone! I've been on a roll and so I finally got some ideas!I think the reviews from you lot really helped to motavate me in to picking up my...keyboard and type this up. So a big:
THANK YOU!
Umm...this is in 3rd POV which I suck at so it will be bad. But I thought I'd give you guys a break from reading just first POV all the time! Please enjoy.
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.
Normal POV
Gaara's eyes open a bit but then quickly shut again as the bright artificial lights almost blind him. His body was feeling as if it had broken everything.
The vague question of 'why does it hurt so much again?' enters his mind before he hears a voice speak up.
"You finally waking up?" now the question 'who the hell is that in my house!' overtakes the previous one. Gaara was now starting to get very very worried. Who was this person and what was he doing in Gaara's house?
"You dobe, how'd you end up tripping on your own feet?" wait a minute that cold sarcastic voice seemed very familiar. And Gaara didn't recall ever owning such a nice soft bed...
Gaara slowly opens his eyes again, trying to forget about the piercing bright lights, and instead tries to see who it is. His eyes slowly adjust as he spots dark raven hair above him...
"You!" he shouts as he sits up straight, but forgetting about his current condition the pain washes over him quickly and he grabs at what seems to be his now bandaged head.
"Hey don't just sit up like that!" the surprised shout rings through his ears and causes a bigger wave of pain to rush through his already throbbing head.
"Your lucky you lived through that. You could have died." it continues.
'Would you just shut up!' is what Gaara really wants to say but he dismisses it when he remembers his neatly bandaged head. so instead he give an angry reply of
"You'd want that wouldn't you! But I'm stronger than I look, you jerk."
"Hey don't just keep calling me that. I am still your employer." says the calm voice. Gaara turns to glare at it.
"What! Don't you remember what you said about my family! I don't want to work for you, I'm going home!" Gaara tries to move but finds that his body won't follow his orders.
'What the?' he mentally asks as he looks down. Suddenly it all becomes clear to him as he spots the familiar blue fabric. His dumb hurt body had betrayed him and given in to the enemy's soft bed. Now he was trapped in the enemy's headquaters and he'd been betrayed...had he lost this battle?...Gaara looks around desperate for some exit, he spots a nice maghogony bedside table just beside him.
No! He wasn't going to lose this war or give in so easily!
Gaara turns and grabs hold of the bedside table next to him and uses it to support himself as he throws his legs over the bed and on to the floor. He stands up but with little energy left in his legs they wobble and give way...and we all know what happens next!
"Ah!" he shouts as he falls on to his back. He mentally curses his body for being so weak, and losing to the jerk in such a humiliating way.
"You okay?" comes the 'jerks' slightly worried question.
Gaara opens his eyes and glares at the person standing over him. Sasuke's facual expression was drawn in to a look of worry, and Gaara thought of the possibilities of it being as fake as his mothers sympathy. Gaara knew she hated his father and him so she was happy that this was happening to him. Was Sasuke also happy that he was like this, broken and defeated? Did everyone hate him?
"How humiliating" is all he murmurs as his hands come up and bloke his eyes from the bright lights. They were beginning to make his eyes hurt...and had started to water.
He hated himself for not being able to hold it in anymore, it hurt all over and he was tired of everything. He had done so well at hiding all the bullying and rejection, he got at school, from his father yet right now he was crying from a small fall down the stairs?
"Hey don't cry." says Sasuke as he wipes away the tears that have made it's way down Gaara's check. Gaara stiffens from the sudden contact.
"Leave me alone" says Gaara as he angryily pushes away Sasuke's warm hand, and opts to turn and lie on his side, facing away from the other boy. Gaara thinks that Sasuke was just making fun of him. Yes that was it. All the looks of worry were fake...weren't they? And to think he had finally thought of the possibility that somebody would finally be worried about a nobody like himself. Nobody would worry about him except for his father, that was the truth. Gaara just had to accept it, like he always did.
His thoughts are cut off as he feels himself suddenly being lifted upwards.
"What the..." He finds that Sasuke had decided to take matters in to his own hands and had picked him up.
"Hey! What are you doing! Put me down!" shouts Gaara as he tries to struggle away from Sasuke's grasp.
"I don't want to. Or are you going to make me drop you?" comes the reply and Sasuke even offers a nice sarcastic smile. Gaara fumes.
"You smartass brat! Stop making fun of me!" he shouts again this time not trying to struggle.
What if Sasuke did let go and he dropped?
Sasuke moves towards the bed and Gaara unwillingly grabs on to Sasuke's shirt, just incase he tried anything.
"See now isn't it much better when you don't struggle?" Gaara gives another glare at his captor but didn't bother with a come back.
"Here we go." and with that Sasuke lets go and Gaara falls on to the comfy bed.
"You can rest here for tonight I'll sleep in a spare room."
Gaara breaks his glare and stares instead at the blue duvet, his hands clutch at its smooth texture.
"You don't have to. This is your bedroom." he meekly states.
"Then would you like me to carry you over to the spare room?" Sasuke smirks slightly and Gaara brings his head up to glare back at him.
"No thank you! I'll take your 'nice' offer then." he growls angryily. Trust the Uchiha to make fun of him to get Gaara to do what he wanted.
"Great." And with that the raven haired boy walks to the other side of the room.
Gaara looks on in confusion as he spots Sasuke pick up, what he makes out to be, a chair. The boy walks back with said chair and places it next to the bed where the now very confused Gaara sat.
Sasuke sits on the chair up straight and formally while he turns to face Gaara, who by now was really nervous for some reason. It almost felt like when he had first met the young Uchiha and that was not a very pleasent memory was it. Heck it was the whole reason why he was stuck with a bandage around his head right now!
"Wha-what's up with you?" Gaara asks worriedly. What was the brat planning now?
"I just wanted to say that I'm s-" he pauses and stops before looking away to think of a better way to say it. He then turns back and starts again.
"It's just, I've thought over the situation and find that I was w-" Sasuke once again stops at mid sentence, and Gaara feels the strong urge to just grab the younger ones throat and make him spit out the other end of these stupid sentences!
Sasuke takes and deep breath before he finally 'spits' it out.
"I shouldn't have said those things about your parents or your name." Sasuke says, and it was almost too fast for Gaara to hear, but he'd caught and heard all the important parts.
"Are you trying to apologise?" Gaara asks and watches as Sasuke becomes a bit aggitated before answering.
"I'm just merely stating that it was an inapproprate thing to say." Sasuke tries, his face looking anywhere but at Gaara. Gaara on the other hand was staring intently at him and was enjoying every minute of watching the Uchiha squirm in his chair.
"Are. You. Trying. To. Apologising. To. Me?" Gaara says slowly, splitting the sentence up in to single words, as if trying to make it very clear what he wanted from the Uchiha.
Sasuke finally looks at Gaara, and finds a pair of very serious eyes staring back at him. Giving up on trying to hint it he simpily murmurs a weak.
"Yes." and then turns away, his face slightly red from the embrassement of the confession. It seemed that it wasn't just Gaara who had a lot of pride.
Gaara grins, now satisfied he falls backwards on to the bed, landing his hurt head on several soft pillows. He thinks over the decision he has made and feels that maybe it wasn't such abad idea anymore.
"Okay, I'll work for you." he turns to Sasuke who had turned to look at him too.
"You're not that bad Mr. employer." and Gaara gives a small smile before once again that night he falls in to a deep slumber.
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Sasuke found that today had been a very busy day, and yet he didn't feel as annoyed as he usually would. He glances down at the sleeping form and wonders yet again how the boy can be so unpridictable. Smiling like that all of a sudden had really shocked Sasuke, who by now thought that Gaara was only capable of being angry with him.
He lifts his hand up to where the other had struck him on the check, there would definately be a bruise in the morning. Yes Gaara had been so surprising that Sasuke had lost his usual calm collected self and teased him. And that hadn't been the end, now he just had this strong urge to torment the older teen.Sasuke thinks this feeling through before comming to a conclusion that it wasn't so bad.
'Atleast now I havesomething nice to play with in this boring house.'
Sasuke watches as the red head's chest falls into a steady pattern and when he decides that the red head is fully asleep he places a hand on his head.
His fingers curl around Gaara's short hair, whish feels like rough silk. He relaxes and continues to plan for what he will do tomorrow. It was gonna be a lot of fun.
Poor sleeply Gaara just doesn't seem to realise the danger he's stepped into. Instead he sleeps soundly with a nice warm dream of someones hand stroking his sore head.
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Sorry guys, I'm going to start having course work soon so that means tons to do in only a few weeks,
whispers silently my teachers are slave drivers!
But you didn't hear that from me okay looks both ways just to check for teachers
coughs So that means that I won't have time in the next few weeks to pick up my pen...
um my keyboard that is...and type my ideas.
But...if you guys really like it and want more, review and I might get too motavated and throw the damn course work down the loo and update the fic