Chapter 6
Naruto's POV"Gaara…" I could only get the boys name out of my mouth. I really didn't want to think about my past. I really just wanted to forget, just to stop thinking for a moment. I'm sure there was pain in my eyes.
"You don't have to tell me." The red head says clearly. I push myself off the wall, and smile at the boy. He doesn't return my smile, he never would; he just turns and walks towards the door. But, some how it was comforting. Some how he made me feel just a little better.
Gaara held open the door and then turned to me. Our eyes lock, "By the way I'm not suicidal." He tells me. I smile even wider.
The rest of the day went by smoothly. Though I was really quiet through out the rest of my classes. I couldn't stop thinking about the red head. Especially now after school; I find myself looking out my window. He's so different from me, but some how he reminds me of myself too. I want to know, what it is that made his eyes the way they are. I feel a little guilty, I'm so nosy yet Gaara isn't. He even told me I didn't have to tell him in school today. He respects that I don't really want to talk about it, at least not now. Maybe one day I'll tell him, but not now. And in return maybe I'll find out why his eyes have such sadness.
I close my blinds, trying to make myself stop staring out the window. It was getting dark anyway. I turn on the TV, I'm glade today is Friday. I watch for along time, and at eleven decide to go to bed. I look out between the blinds one last time, and catch the light going off in Gaara's room. I smile and turn of my lights too, then cuddle up in the warmth of my bed.
"Naruto the bringer of death, we should just take his last breath. Naruto the bringer of death we should just take his last breath…" The voices of my classmates chime in unison. I was in the third grade, in my second week of school. Jiraiya had just adopted me, a month ago. We were at rescues, and most of the kids had fun making my life a living hell.
The girls in my class kept repeating their words, as the boys tried to do what they were chanting. Take my last breath. I was on the floor being kicked over and over again, by at least five different boys. The two teachers that were suppose to keep an eye on us didn't care. One was busy with the other children causing trouble, the other just laughed at my pain.
The bad thing about living in a small town is that everyone seems to know each other. And everyone knew me, that's why it took so long for me to be adopted. I was happy to be with Jiraiya, and I hung around him almost all the time. I hated school, and didn't even try to learn anything there. Finally the bell rings. I get kicked in the side one last time, and then the group of children walks off.
When school was over I had to walk home. Usually Jiraiya picks me up, but he was running late that day. He promised he'd be home in no time, and that I wouldn't be alone for long. I didn't make it to my house. A group of adult or maybe teenagers—I don't remember—jump me. I get beaten again. I was sore all over, and bleeding; I didn't move to get up off the ground. I just laid there, one of the people spits on me, and they leave me to die. I started to cry, then I heard footsteps. I was scared, thinking I'd get hurt by another person again. But I was happy when I was lifted up, and saw it was my adoptive father's face.
I wrap my arms around him, and cry. I just cry, he pets my hair and tries to calm me down. "I'm working on getting the money to get us out of here. I promise Naru-kun, we won't stay here for long."
"Naruto! You have a visitor!" The statement wakes me up from my nightmare. I get out of bed and rub my eyes.
"Hold on just a sec!" I call back down. I wonder who it could be? I didn't have any plans for today, and it's only noon. I put on some cloths, and brush through my hair really fast; before I go down to meet my visitor.
"Gaara what are you doing here?" I ask the boy sitting on my couch. He looks rather uncomfortable and out of place, I couldn't help but think it was cute. I sit next to the boy on the couch, doing so in hope that the boy would feel more at ease. I would have never though he'd come and see me, even though we only live right next door.
"I wanted to see how you were." The boy mumbles. "You didn't seem yourself on Friday, I wanted to know if you were doing better today." He explains. I don't respond, not really knowing what to say to that. It was nice that he was worried, I smile. The red head just glares at me. "Don't get to happy about it." He tells me. I smile even wider.
"Looks like you care about me buddy!" I say gloping Gaara. He tenses up, and his body is really stiff.
"Well….you did come to visit me that one day, I'm just returning the favor." He explains.
"No it's cause you were worried, admit it. It's ok, after all this is what friends do, right?" I say happily. Gaara turn his head away from me. Did I say something wrong? I was about to ask if something was wrong, but decided it might be better if I don't. I let go of the boy
"So what are you doing today?" I ask my friend.
"Nothing, why?" He replies.
"Wanna go hang out or something? Have some fun?"
"I probably can't go to far. My dad only knows that I'm over here, he doesn't want me going anywhere else." Gaara explains.
"That's cool, we can hang out here." I say cheerfully, and drag the boy up to my room.
One and a half months have past, and nothing great has happened. Though Gaara and I have been hanging out together almost every other weekend. He seems a little more talkative now, and I'm happy. Maybe he's finally opening up. Though the look in his eyes hasn't changed. I haven't asked anything about his home life, and he hasn't asked anything about my past. Right now I don't think it's the time to talk about it. I'm just happy being around him.
Roomers still go around about him. Mainly about him wanting to kill himself, or being in a cult or something. I don't pay attention to them, or anyone telling me to not talk to the red head. After all they don't really know him like I do.
The more our friendship grows, the more I think of the red head. Mainly about his eyes, every since that day at launch I can't stop thinking about him. And being around him so much, and seeing those lonely sad eyes, it makes me wonder. Will anything take that look away? Will anything make him happy? The more I look at his eyes, the more I want to make him smile. Though I doubt that'll ever happen. I've come to know him as the not smiling type. The more time we spend together, and the more our friendship grows; the more I'm starting to think…..I'm falling in love with him.
Gaara's POVIt was strange, I never had a friend before. No ones ever put forth the effort to try and get to know me. Though I still worry, that this isn't real. That it'll all be taken away, the peace can't last for long. I wonder at night, why? Why are we friends? I don't really know, all I know is I don't mind spending time with him.
My father as been leaving me alone, mostly. As if ignoring me, maybe it's a good thing. After all now he as no excuse for his hate for me. My demons are gone. He hasn't met Naruto, I don't want him to.
I really can't think of him as a friend. I let the blonde call me that, but never once have I said something like that in return. I don't know what to do or what to think. I can't have a friend, it's too much trouble. He hasn't ask me anything about myself, but it'll soon come. I don't want anyone to know, I don't want anyone trying to help. I just want to deal with my problems on my own. In this way friends are a thing I can not have. But then why do I still hang around the blonde? Am I not letting him close when I spend time with him? Am I not encouraging him? I do want a friend, and I have one; but at the same time I want to keep him at arms length.
I just don't want him to get to close, I don't want to let him in. No one will help me with my problems, I have to deal with them on my own. Though the problems are gone now right? I don't have to worry about being hurt anymore. My father is backing off, to the point were he doesn't even notice me. Everything is fine? Then why am I so afraid? Why do I sit in fear? Is it because I know no other way? Am I afraid of peace? Of change?
Everything is changing, and it all seems to be coming to fast. I'll have to get use to it. I have no more problems, no more things to worry about for now. All I have to make sure is, that Naruto doesn't find out about my past. After all the roomers spread about me, aren't half as bad as the truth. I just don't want him to find out. I don't want to lose the only friend I've ever had.
A/N: This chapter was shorter then the others. But it was more of a filler. Next chapter a little more about Naruto's past, and other things.