Title: Exotic Light
Authoress: Darka-Chan
Summary: Gaara is a dancer, a stripper, and Neji is always there to watch him dance. NejixGaara, SasukexNaruto
Chapter 02: Blind man walking
"That, Gaara. Was a brilliant show." Temari grins, throwing off her waitress apron.
"Thanks." Gaara whispers.
"And I saw that white eyed hottie again. He's always there to watch you dance." Temari continues while Gaara washes his face. "He gives good tips too." She murmurs as an afterthought. "It's like he doesn't even look at what he's giving, and doesn't really care either. He just watches you."
Gaara looks up at his sister, insomnia rings showing on his now clean face. "Well, that's good, right?"
Temari grins. "Definitely! He pays our rent."
Gaara musters a small smile before taking off the pants he put on after the dance and changes into his normal clothes while Temari fixes her hair the way she wants it.
It always goes like this; Gaara does his dance, and then waits half an hour for Temari because that is when her shift ends and when some girl named Rin takes over, and then they change in Gaara's dressing-room while having one of those brother-sister small talks.
Pulling his hoodie over his head, Gaara reaches for his sunglasses while Temari puts on her boots, leaving the sandals she wears for work under the table, ready to be worn again the next day.
"Ready to go?" Temari asks, holding out her hand.
Gaara nods, taking his walking sticks and flashing on his sunglasses, before grabbing Temari's arm. Temari smiles at her little brother, and he can't help but to smile back.
"Hey, look! It's that dancer!" A boy yells.
"Hey pretty boy! Care to shed some clothes for us?" another boy whistles while his friend starts making cat-calls at Gaara.
Gaara starts to walk harder as the boys start to laugh at him. Upon arriving home, tears are gathered in the corners of his eyes.
"Gaara, what's wrong?" Temari cries out worried.
"I don't want to be recognised anymore." Gaara sobs.
Temari frowns. "Hold on." She says, before disappearing up the stairs, walking into her room.
When she comes back, Temari is wearing one of her sweatshirts with a hood and a pair of plain sunglasses. "Put these on."
"But Temari! It's winter!" Gaara protests as he looks at the sunglasses.
Temari grins. "That's why we're going to pretend you're blind."
Gaara smiles at his sister. "Thanks, Tem."
"No problem, Gaa-chan!"
Gaara and Temari start to make their way to the exit.
"Gaa-chan! Wait!"
Gaara twitches slightly before turning around and coming to face one panting Uzumaki Naruto.
"Hai?"
"The boss wants to see you."
Sharing a look, Temari and Gaara frown. If the boss wants to see you it can either be very good, or very bad.
"Ah, Gaara." A sickingly pale man says.
"Orochimaru-sama." Gaara greets with a sharp nod.
Orochimaru grins at the red-headed boy in front of him. He looks so pale standing there, so fragile. As if the softest touch can break him, turning him into an unrepairable heap.
But Orochimaru knows that that is definitely not true.
In order to be a dancer like Gaara is, one needs to be strong and have an even stronger will. Everyone can dance, but not everyone can dance in public, and certainly not the way Gaara does. You have to be willing to become a whore for public.
"I have good news for you." Orochimaru announces smiling in that twisted way of his. "You have been doing very well; and that has earned you two shows a day now, with a raise of your normal salary tripled. I will inform you about the details tomorrow."
Gaara nods. "Thank you, Orochimaru-sama."
"Oh, no need to thank me." Orochimaru smirks. "Thank you."
"Did you see that red-haired dancer?"
"The one with a tattoo on his forehead?"
"Hai, that one, the one that danced about an hour ago."
"Hai, he's so perfect!"
"Hai, he can be my dancer anytime."
Neji frowns. 'Gaara danced an hour ago? I missed a show of my Angel?'
His fists clench and start to shake.
'This calls for further investigation.'
Wow, I updated ¤grins¤
And to Corvin; You better update now, too ¬¬
No double motives, people! None at all (A)