LD7: Man, I do not know how to do yaois that greatly. This is like my first one. I should of warn you before hand right? TT.TT Sorry people. Oh and thank you people for reviewing and inspiring me in a way to keep typing in the story. XD So yeah here is the second chapter! Enjoy
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Chapter two
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Looking up groggily from his bed and to the side of his room, a lone young man stood up lazily, taking short shuffling steps towards the bathroom located in his small apartment. Looking up from his dase he looked in the mirror that stood infront of him in the sink. Big buggy eyes starred at the mirror, blinking lazily, the image reflecting the motion.
If it was any other day, the young man would of cared alot by the way he looked. His hair looked like a comb hadn't been through it in years, his cloth, which consisted of a green shirt that was three sizes bigger than the thin figure under it, his light green shorts were somewhere under the shirt, maybe ripped and smelling bad for all he knew.
He hasn't been in one of his carring moods ever since...well, that day.
Fighting back some welled up tears, he looked away from the image. He didn't want to look at himself now. Sighing softly, he shuffled back to his bed, plopping on the matress carelessly. He didn't know what to think anymore. He wasn't himself anymore. He...just didn't care. Not about himself or anyone else for the matter.
His friends had been calling him endlessly for the past couple of months; especially his best friend, Sakura. He sighed silently.
Ah, yes.
The pink-head had constantly gone over his house, oh so very ''nicely'' complimenting him about the way he dressed, ate (which was that good nutritien moldy pizza still located under his kitchen table), the way his apartment smelled like the ''behind of a dead prostitute", and more over how she complimented his "no-good-cheating-son-of-a-whore-ex-boyfriend".
Yes, she really knew how to make his days sometimes.
And she had such a way with words too.
He knew she didn't mean to open old wounds, but it was her way of saying that he needed to move on with his life to get out of the rat whole he was in.
She was right.
But...
Slowly, he grabbed onto the moss smelling pillow on his bed, curling his body ontop of it, trying to find comfort in the soft pillow. Shutting his eyes closed, he held back tears of anger and anguish of the memory that was slowly leaking in his mind. Trying to find the comfort he was looking for was hard. He needed somebody right now, somebody to hold onto him, somebody that wo-
Bang!
"Hey! Are you still in bed mister!?"
Onyxed eyes went wide open when they heard the sound of the door being oh so loudly opened. Sighing inwardly he waited for what would happen next.
"You better not!"
The bowl-hair but man sighed inwardly of what was to come. He could faintly hear the rustling of papper bags being put down on his small wooden table at the kitchen aswel as the faint sounds of disgust and protests from an annoyed girl voice. Inwardly, he counted to five.
'5...'
"Ew! Lee this is disgusting!"
'4...'
"I didn't know this place could get any messy!" The faint sound of steps could be heard coming towards his bedroom.
'3...'
"Lee!"
'2...'
Bang!
'1...'
The bundle of misery let out a loud groan of protest when hearing the banging of his door against the wall. Trying to make himself smaller he curled himself more into a ball, clutching onto the moss smelling pillow tighter than ever. He took in a deep breath and regreted it; he tried not to gag.
"There you are!" The thriumph sound of the woman's voice slowly died when she got an eye on the curled up figure in the bed sheets, seeming to make itself smaller by the looks of it, as it hugged onto the pillow, which she might add, looked like it hadn't seen the washer in a long time.
Her heart-shaped pretty face became a scowl in the next three seconds, her emerald colored eyes glared daggers at the bundled up figure. Puffing up her small chest, she marched straight towards the bed and starred down at the thin body of one of her best friends, her arms crossed over her chest as her right foot tapped impatiently at the wood floor.
She waited no more than a minute before launching into attack mode.
"Rock Lee! Why are you still in bed? I demand a good for saken explenation this time! And not your lame excuse from four days ago saying you hurt your foot!" She dramaticly pointed a finger at the lump lieing still on the bed. "My ass you hurt it! That couldn't have been big! Now get out of bed and clean yourself up! I swear your apartment smells like a who-"
She stopped mid rant, her hand still outstreched as if it were clerifing of what she was saying of the apartment. Slowly, she let her hand rest on the side of her. Her mouth twisted into an uncomfterable frown, her emerald eyes once showing anger now showed pitty and comfort towarfs the boy who now stood, starring at the pink-head with black, unblinking eyes.
"Sakura-chan...please...just d-don't..." He strained his voice, almost like he was tired of having this conversation over and over again. He starred at the pink-head with hurt in his eyes.
Sakura could only let out a small defeated sigh.
"Alright." She murmered, making herself smile a bit for her friend. "I'll stop. For now."
The boy smiled back at her, a small twitch of his lip, but a smile none the less. This is all he gave in return to all his friends when they tried to comfort him. Or atleast tried to in some of his friends cases. He didn't exacly have the fondest or emotional of friends at times.
Sakura made her way through the piles of dirty cloth on the floor and worn out shoes and sat on the edge of the bed where Lee sat, still clutching onto the pillow in his arms. She still had that small pitying smile on her face as she placed a hand reassuringly on the thin shoulder.
"Lee," She said, her voice soft and carring. "Come on. Get out of bed."
Lee made a face at the suggestion and shook his head.
" I have your favorite over at the table." Sakura coaxed. "Come on, atleast a bite? Hm?"
Lee sighed in defeat. He knew he wouldn't win against her. It always started out as being sweet and then if he got difficult...well lets just say it wasn't pretty.
Lee nodded as he was quickly dragged off into the kitchen and presented with the great aroma of one of his favorite foods.
Curry.
With lots of spicy condoments ontop.
His tummy made loud, emberrasing sounds the moment the aroma hit his nostrils and Sakura wasted no time in serving him his food and water before starting on the ritual cleaning. If Lee was going to be mopping for a little longer, and just as long as she was here at the moment with alot of cleaning equipments, might aswel clean don't you think? Help a friend in their hour of need.
Atleast for a couple of hours.
Lee didn't realise how hungry he really was until he realized the food had completly vanished infront of him. His tummy was full now; it no longer made the loud roaring sounds anymore. Looking around he noticed the pink-head already started cleaning the mess of his home. Sometimes he wondered how the small apartment would even get dirty since he was the only one in there and he really didn't do much of anything anyways.
He frowned thoughtfully as he watched his friend pick up boxes of left over pizza from the floor and dirty cloth that looked more like dirty rags, if nothing resembling cloth.
'This isn't fair.' Lee thought angrily. 'She shouldn't be cleaning up for me or bringing me food when I'm being a death weight. Sakura-chan...'
Slowly he stood from his chair and silently made his way towards the girl. Crouching down on the floor to her level he grabbed the peace of cloth she was trying to get while holding an arm full of cloth. She looked at Lee for a moment, her eyes blinking in confusion before smileing brightly and letting Lee help her out with the rest of the pile of cloth.
"Thanks Lee."
"No...Thank you Sakura-chan."
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"Are you deaf or something kid!?"
The other did not flinch in the slightest at the sound of the shouting from the big man infront of him. He didn't even open his eyes to acknowledge the man though the rest of the pub did. Everyone stopped what they were doing as they starred at the two man sitting in the shadows. One of the men could be easily seen since he was the size of a house; muscles showing under the tight, black shirt and black, leather jacket. He had the face of a killer (though most had that face in this kind of neighborhood) the way he frowned, obviously growling at the young man infront of him.
The other man on the other hand looked like a twig next to the gorilla man. He looked no more than half the size of the other with the body as feminine as his in the tight leather shirt and pants he wore. His face was pale, young looking, maybe not even old enough to enter this place to begin with. His red, flaming hair contrasted with his skin perfectly, aswel as the major eye liner he wore (or was it lack of sleep?), and the tatoo on the left side of his forehead, which was the kanjii of the word 'love', had attracted attention from most of the men from the pub as he sat quietly in the table furthest away from everyone. (Not to mention he looked awefully familiar to some.)
The minute the young man had entered he had been the center of attention from one too many eyes.
Especially from one certain man. The gorilla of a man who had been constantly trying to get the red head to bed was having a hard time. The gorilla offered him drinks and such, but the boy wouldn't touch them. The young pretty boy wouldn't even glance at him for he was too busy looking like he was dead. The boy looked rather bored, ignoring the rants coming from this idiot.
The tall, gorilla of a man slammed his fists on the table, shaking the table aswel as dropping several of the drinks on it, the contents in the glasses spilling over the ground.
A single drop landed on the red head's shirt.
Instantly, his eyes opened, revealing light aquamarine eyes. Looking up at the man, he glared visiously, a frown forming on his pale features. Slowly he clentched his hands into fists.
"Hey! I asked you a question!"
Swiftly, the red head stood, making his way towards the exit of the pub. Before the other could protest he turned to look at the man with a sensual smirk on his face, a dark twinkle in his aqua eyes.
"Aren't you comeing?"
The smooth and deep voice of the young man froze most of the people.
The other man stood flabergasted, aswel as many in the pub who had been watching the whole thing. After a minute the gorilla grinned widely with glee for he was about to get what he wanted.
A good fuck.
And with a pretty thing like the red head.
The gorilla started walking after the red head, a happy bounce in his steps now, a smug look on his face as he noticed some of the envying looks he was being sent by many of the other man.
Exiting the pub, the red head infront of him, the gorilla man felt like a million bucks. Just as he was about to grab onto the other, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine when he noticed the other stop.
Turning fully to look at the man behind him, the red head glarred fully now. His eyes burnning with hatred.
The other man stood, frozen in shock as he starred into aquamarine eyes.
Those eyes...Why were they so familiar? Why were they..?
And suddenly, it hit him. He knew who this boy was.
His eyes widened in fear, his knees bucking under his weight, and he sat, shaking like a leaf.
'Son of a...'
Everything went black.
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When morning came they found the gorilla man lieing inside a dumpster, knocked out cold and bloody.
No one seemed to know what happened to him. And when they tried asking him what had happened to him the night before, the man would only mutter hystericly two words.
"Demon eyes."
No one said a thing for fear when they realized who it had been.
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A young boy sat quietly on a bench, his arms crossed over his chest, a line of a frown on his face, his flaming red bangs blowing in the morning breeze. He sat motionless, his eyes closed, almost like if he was asleep by the way he was. Looking peacefull and at ease.
Slowly his eyes opened revealing light aqua eyes. A smug smirk replaced his lips, his eyes pleased as he remembered what he had done the night before. It pleased him dearly when he had heard that disgusting man scream in pain in his hands. It pleased him further though when the man knew who he was. Yes, that man wont be bothering him or anyone else for the matter for a while.
Yes, no one messed with him.
The 'Demon Boy' as they liked to call him.
No one messed with Sabuko no Gaara.
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LD7: Oh bleh. After so flipping long I actually post another chapter. Curse you coffee! You have betrayed me and made me type at such a rising morning time. 2:14 a.m. to be exact X3. Oh, well. Hope you like this and sorry for the misspells. Too lazy and sleepy to go back. Thank you for reading!