A/N: And here we are, back with another chapter of never again! :D

Chapter 2

When my time comes,
Forget the wrong that I've done,
Help me leave behind some,
Reasons to be missed,
And don't resent me,
And when you're feeling empty,
Keep me in your memory,
Leave out all the rest,
Leave out all the rest.

Linkin Park – Leave out all the rest

It had been a week since that new boy, Sasuke, had begun to attend Konoha high, and Gaara had not seen Naruto since. He had walked to school alone, while Naruto walked with Sasuke, he sat alone during lunch while Naruto ate with Sasuke, and when they sat together during class, it was as if the red head didn't even exist. He was hurt.

Naruto, the first person he had ever opened up to before, during his entire existence, was shutting him off. The exclusion was getting to his head, and he was sinking back into the shell that the blond had previously pulled him out from. During the week, after he noticed the way Naruto ignored him, he stopped talking, he stopped eating, and he once again stopped sleeping. Everything he was feeling was cutting him so deeply, and he had no idea how to handle it. Gaara knew that his friendship with Naruto was over, that the blond had replaced him, and he knew eventually it would come to this, that like everyone else, Naruto would betray him. But it still hurt.

After a week without his blond ex-best friend, the red head stopped going to school all together, not leaving his room except to use the bathroom, and he knew that no one would notice. He knew that if he just disappeared tomorrow nobody would care. In fact, they might even be glad he was gone. But he knew he couldn't kill himself. He had tried before. The red head just didn't have it in him, because every time he tried, the image of a childish boy with blue eyes and blond hair flashed before his eyes, and he knew he wanted to make sure the blond was happy before he went. Because even though Naruto may not care for him anymore, Gaara still cared for the blond more than anything or anyone else in the world.

Gaara knew he was wasting away. His health was deteriorating quickly. He was deathly pale, thinner than he should be, and he barely even had the energy to move. He didn't care though.

"Gaara! Come on you have to go to school!" Gaara heard his sister Temari yell from outside his door, as she knocked loudly and repetitively. He didn't reply, and so she opened the door and peaked her head inside, her sandy blond hair up in four hair ties, so if you drew a line from each of them it would represent a square, and her eyes, identical to her youngest brothers, were overflowing with concern.

Gaara slowly stood, knowing there would be no point in arguing with her. He fixed up his eye liner, and changed his clothes into a black, now lose fitting shirt, and black skinny jeans. When he was done with that, he pulled on his fluro green converse shoes and walked out of his room, following his sister to the car. It had been a week since he had first refused to go to school, and he was beginning to wonder how much had changed in the amount of time he was absent.

It was a very short drive to the school, but even so, he was still a good fifteen minutes late. Every eye turned on him the moment he walked into history, one of the classes he shares with Sasuke and Naruto. He glared at every single person in the room until they stopped staring at him, but still, the whispers continued. He slowly made his way up to his seat, not even sparing the raven and the blond glance as he sat.

"Gaara... Are you okay?" Naruto whispered worriedly, afraid something may have happened to Gaara to make him look this sickly. He didn't realise he was ignoring Gaara, it was completely subconscious, and it wasn't until that day that he even noticed Gaara's disappearance.

"I am fine," the red head spoke as coldly as he could. He didn't want Naruto's sympathy. The blond obviously didn't care for him, otherwise he would have noticed that he was missing. The entire time he had been gone, he had been falling even further into depression. He even started carving into his arms again, but as usual, he didn't bother to cover the numerous cuts adorning his skin. He didn't care what the world thought of him. He did what he wanted and that was that.

He ignored Naruto's pestering, and instead began to write, it wasn't a form of coherent words, but instead a number of notes on a treble cleft, and all of the notes were for the piano. Gaara had playng from a very young age. No one had taught him though, instead he had taught himself, and found it to be a very good outlet of emotions. The notes he had written down, he knew, that if played at the right tempo, would sound sad and dreary coming from the piano. All was going well, until someone snatched the piece of paper from his desk, and he looked up to meet onyx eyes.

"Give it back," Gaara's voice was calm and level, but inside he was fuming. All he wanted to do was rip the damn Uchiha to shreds, but instead, he just gave the raven the most impassive look he could muster.

The raven read over Gaara's work for a few minutes, seemingly examining every single note, trying to find a flaw, but by the end of his examination, he seemed shockingly impressed.

"Your work is very good, I am sure that if you follow this path after school you will do great things," the ravens voice was almost as impassive as Gaara's, however, there was a hint of emotion in his voice, a small amount of fondness that Gaara could hear, and he assumed it was because Naruto was standing less than three feet behind him.

"Hn," Gaara grunted, not knowing whether or not that was a real compliment, or him just sucking up to Naruto. He assumed it was the latter, as no one was nice to him just because they could be. Everyone had a motive, and he knew that he could trust no one, and that was why instead of conversing with the Uchiha, as the bell had already gone, he snatched up his sheet music, collected his things and left the room.

The last class of the day on Gaara's schedule was P.E. The one class he loathed with a passion. His P.E teacher, Gai, was an annoyingly loud mad who dressed in all green and constantly shouted about the power of youth. Gaara walked into the locker room and snuck into one of the toilet cubicles to change. He disliked getting changed in front of other people. It made him feel uncomfortable.

After he had changed into his P.E uniform, Gaara exited the locker room and walked out onto the running track, where he spotted Naruto and Sasuke happily conversing with each other. The red head made sure he was as far away from them as possible without seeming suspicious, but still he could feel the blond and the raven both staring at him intently. He just decided that hopefully if he ignored them, they would leave him alone.

Gai forced them to run five laps of the running course, and Gaara, being the unfit and unhealthy person that he was, ran at least twenty meters behind the rest of the group. The only physical thing Gaara has ever been good at was fighting, and that was only because he had always been a very violent and calculative person. Gaara doesn't win fights with brute strength, instead he calculates his every move so that the fight works to his advantage and he gets the upper hand.

When Gaara had finished his five laps, the bell had just gone, and so he walked into the locker room and changed back into his normal outfit, once again hiding in the toilet cubicle to change. He planned to leave and go straight home to do some more brooding, but on his way to the locker room door, a tall figure stepped in front of him, blocking his exit. It was at that point in time that he looked around and noticed that there was no one else in the locker room, except him, and the boy he had identified to be Sasuke.

"What do you want?" Gaara asked, hostility clear in his voice.

"Why are you so cold towards me? Why do you hate me so much?" Sasuke asked. Gaara looked up at the older boy, looking him directly in the eye. It was then that he noticed the loneliness that was there. The same loneliness he saw every time he looked in the mirror.

"Because, you think of yourself better than everyone else. When you look at others, all you see is people below you, people not even worth your time. I hate you because you remind me of the way I used to be before I met Naruto. You remind me of myself, and for that I hate you," He didn't share the part about Sasuke stealing his best friend away, but he didn't believe that it was information that the raven needed to know.

"Why did you do that?" Sasuke had a frown on his face as he spoke, looking at the long, deep cuts covering his arms. The raven reached for one of his arms, gently brushing his fingers across a particularly nasty looking cut, before Gaara flinched away as though he had been burned.

"That is none of your business," were the final words Gaara spoke, before he brushed past Sasuke and left the locker room.

A/N: So what did you think? R&R maybe? Oh and sorry but don't expect constant updates like this. I don't have my proper laptop, so I can't go onto fanfiction, I can only go on my mum's laptop occasionally to update this fic. So yer, please let me know what you think through a review!