Disclaimer: Ya know. . I don't own Naruto. . I own Shikamaru! –hugs him tightly- I luff him. -growls- my shika-kun!

A/N: Hm. Ok, I know you think Sasuke has gone insane. .but I'm not as bad as my friend. Omfg, in her fanfiction. ..she dates Itachi and EEK he chases after her with a chainsaw and a nail gun. Now.. doesn't that make my story look like a fairy-tale? Yes. Yes it does. She has a sick mind. But, I love her because she put me with my Shika-kun in her ff. Hehehe. Anyway, Enjoy!!

-TG

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"You tricked me! You fucking bastard!"

I did not trick you! I helped you. . .

"In what way?!" Gaara was sitting in his and Sasuke's room, his back pressed firmly against a wall near the window as he smoked on a cigarette. He let the smoke blow out of his mouth as he exhaled.

I helped you get laid. . .

"No. You helped me get a blowjob then beaten by Sasuke for not remembering anything," Gaara hissed, taking in another mouthful of the smoke then blowing it out slowly, watching it drift out the open window.

Ah well. It doesn't matter. . .

"Gaara?!" Gaara's eyes widened as Itachi knocked roughly on the door, demanding for it to open.

"Shit! If he catches me smoking again. . he'll tell Sasuke!"

Better get rid of that life-waster. . .

"Shut up Shukaku. . ." Gaara threw the cigarette out the window quickly and pulled a piece of gum out of his pocket and quickly shoved it into his mouth, along with 4 or 5 mints. He quickly chewed them, swallowing and running over to the door and opening it.

Itachi glared down at Gaara, who smiled slightly back up at him. "What are you doing in here Gaara?" he asked looking over the boys shoulder to the window, which was still open, blowing the dark curtains lightly.

Oi. Just tell him Gaara!

"Nothing Itachi. Nothing," he ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip down lightly when Itachi looked to the bedside table where a lighter was sitting.

"What's that?"

Just. Tell. Him!

"It's a lighter. What does it look like?" Gaara asked, rolling his eyes and backing away. "Bye now. ." he hissed closing the door and falling onto his bed with a loud sigh.

Meh. What will Sasuke say when he kisses you?

"I don't care anymore. By the way. . when I'm talking to someone please refrain from speaking. It makes it confusing on who I should answer," Gaara hissed closing his eyes and sighing once more.

"Shukaku?"

"Shukaku?!"

What?!

"Why aren't you speaking to me?"

You hurt my feelings. . .

"You have feelings?!"

Gaara! Of course I do!

"Damn,"

You know. If I had a tongue, I'd stick it out at you right now . . .

"Meh. Gods, I need help . . " Gaara muttered, rubbing his temples lightly, his eyes remaining shut.

Nah. You've got me.!

Gaara paused for a moment, sitting up and opening his eyes. He covered his face with a pillow and screamed into it. "Oh goody. . ." he hissed throwing the pillow across the room and pulling at his hair. "First, I get a boyfriend who is abusive. Next, I'm forced into house-arrest by my boyfriend and now. . I've got someone in my head, having a fucking conversation with me!"

Dude. . .you have a split-personality?!

"Baka! BAKA! You are my split-personality!"

Me? A split-personality?! HAH. HAHA. You have a great sense of humour Gaara. I am NOT a split-personality. . .I'm a real person!

"No. You're not. . .wait. You told me you were a split personality when you tricked me!" Gaara hissed, standing and pacing the room.

Hence the word TRICK. Geez. . .

"Bastard," Gaara hissed, pulling his hoodie and vans on. "I have to meet Sasuke on the corner of Birch and Maple," he mumbled opening the door and stepping out of his room.

Why?

"Because Sasuke asked me to,"

No. Wrong answer. Don't lie to me! I was there

"Fine! He ordered me to. And I said ok. And if I didn't. . ."

He'd hit us.

Gaara stepped out of the house but soon stopped. "Us?"

Yeah! Us!

Gaara shuddered and continued to walk down the side-walk, his eyes watching his feet as he slowly padded to meet Sasuke. His face was set in a grim expression, knowing that Sasuke to get pissed for some unknown reason. He soon stopped when he bumped into a firm chest. He dared to look up, letting out a breath of relief when he saw Sasuke's eyes. "Hey Sasuke," he muttered smiling.

"Hey Gaara," Sasuke pulled Gaara's body to his and planted a kiss on his lips lightly, soon frowning. "You were smoking again. . "

"Sasu-" Gaara started to explain when he felt Sasuke's hand strike his pale cheek, leaving a bright red hand mark. Gaara's hand shot to his cheek in pain, covering it.

Oh shit. Not again. . .Told ya so. . .

"I'm sorry Sasuke," Gaara whispered, hoping Sasuke would take his apology for once.

"Sorry?!" Sasuke growled and quickly grabbed Gaara's neck, gripping it tightly. "Sorry. Means. NOTHING!" he hissed, tightening his grip.

"Sasuke! P-please! Let's not do this here. . . " Gaara whimpered as Sasuke let his grip go and grab Gaara's wrist, pulling him towards their house.

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"Sas-mhmmph!" Sasuke's hand was clamped firmly over the flailing boy in his arms as he rushed into his house, closing the door with a foot then running into his room and slamming that shut. With a small growl, Sasuke threw Gaara into a wall, a smirk upon his face.

"Gaara. . I'm sick of this bull shit. SICK OF IT!"

"Sasuke I'm-"

"Stop saying you're sorry!" Sasuke roughly slapped the boy across the face again, this time harder. "I'm sick and tired of your fucking excuse," Gaara let out a pathetic sob and allowed his head to fall forward, looking at his feet.

Gaara. . .

"Hm?"

Stay awake! Don't let him knock you out!

Gaara nodded slowly, looking back up at Sasuke. "Sas. . uke," he mumbled, stumbling forward and landing limply into Sasuke, his face pressed against his chest. "I-I l-"

Don't say it Gaara. It'll only hurt more!

"I love you," he whispered with a small sob. "Don't hit me anymore. Please. It. . .it,"

"Hurts?"

Gaara nodded slowly as he continued to cry. "I-"

Sasuke growled under his breath and grabbed Gaara's red hair, pulling him from his body, causing a yelp to escape his pale lips. "SO?! It's suppose to hurt!" he hissed slamming Gaara's hest into the wall behind him. Gaara let out a cry of pain as he clutched the back of his head in pain, sobs and breaths coming out shakily from Gaara's lips.

"Sas-Sasuke!" he whimpered collapsing onto the floor and cowering below Sasuke.

Get up! Hit him back!

"No. . ."

GAARA! GET YOUR ASS UP! PUNCH HIM!

"NO!"

"Shut up Gaara!" Sasuke screamed, kicking the boy roughly in the side. A gasp could be heard from Gaara as he clutched his sides, coughing up blood. His hands quickly shot to his mouth where he covered it, refusing to let Sasuke see. "Bleeding?" Gaara kept still, his tears flowing faster. "Answer me!" he paused, kicked Gaara once more and growl. "Are. You. Bleeding?"

Gaara nodded slowly and kept his eyes on Sasuke's feet. "With words Gaara. Are. You. Fucking. Bleeding?!" he swung his foot back and kicked him again, causing Gaara's sobs to get louder.

"Yes . . . " He croaked, removing his hand to look at his blood. His hand was caked in the blood, the red liquid dripping down his arm. Gaara's eye's widened as he started coughing more. "I-I'm sorry. . ."

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A/N: woot. More problems. And. . .I love Shukaku in this! Woot!! He's so funny. Review please.

-TG