Warnings: OOC, yaoi (boy on boy action or love), lemon/lime material later (hopefully), Gaara being an angst-bag, some violence, M rated material (and that does not mean Muffins will be provided), profanity and vulgarity, molestation (eh, most likely), and Gaara being all precious.
Summary: They knew one another when they were children, he left. The only thing he ever loved, let alone cared for in anyway, left. He pushed himself to make him proud, if they would ever see each other again that is. But… now… there he was. Talking to others, chatting about food or something, he didn't know. But, there he was. And… he probably had forgotten him. He just wanted to touch him one last time, to feel his warm tan skin meet ice. He wanted… to let himself love him once more.
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Chapter One
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Eleven Years and Eight Months Ago
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The hallway was dark; it seemed to hold an aura of terror within it. "Yashamaru? Uncle… where are you? I'm scared… Yashamaru? Uncle?" There was a dull throb in the seven year old's mind. Oh, how his head hurt so badly. It always gave him such pain when he went anywhere near this place.
'He isn't here…' Many emotions filled his heart; anger, fear, sadness, hurt, a little joy, and confusion. The boy fled the house, hoping that maybe today he might just find a friend. He treaded for nearly an hour, until he had gone around the park twice. He was about to go back, but he heard someone sniffling a little bit away. "Big meanies…. Pushing me down… meanies…" He quickly found the owner behind a local bush. "Hello?"
The voice's possessor was small, four or five years of age, four… definitely four. Spiky blond hair made his tan skin glow so naturally in a manner, big cerulean eyes, three symmetrical and parallel whisker marks upon both cheeks, an orange loose fitting t-shirt, baggy black pants, and dull blue tennis shoes. "Um… hi?" The boy kept whimpering. When he had spoken, he let his elongated pointed teeth in front be exposed, like someone from a vampire movie. "Are you okay blondie?" The boy nodded. "I'm fine. Wh-who are you?' The younger rubbed at his right eye, wiping away any possible tears.
"Gaara. Gaara Subaku. What is your name blondie?" He giggled at the new nickname. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki!" More giggles. "You have pretty eyes Gaara." He blinked; maybe his search wasn't in vain after all. "Thank you Naruto-san." The boy stopped his girlish laughter and slowly stood, dusting himself off. It was already almost nightfall, dropping degrees by the minute, literally.
"Naruto! Naruto! Where are you?" The mentioned male glanced in the direction of the booming voice. "Um… bye-bye Gaara-kun… I have to go." This of course saddened him a bit, not having noticed the suffix. He might not see his 'onlyest' friend again.
Naruto gave Gaara a quick kiss on the cheek and scampered off. He left the redhead with a blush tinting his cheeks, and a pale hand where the peck had been delivered. After a dazed moment, he scurried home himself.
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The moment he had gotten to the male that had all been but screaming his name, he smiled widely. "Daddy!" Leaping into the twenty-three year old's arms; he buried his face in the silver haired man's neck. "Daddy…"He then wrapped his arms around it as well. After a few seconds, he pulled his face away. "I made a friend Daddy."
"Really now? A friend, that's wonderful Naru-chan. We need to get back before Jiraiya-sama starts upon his sake."
"Hai." It took a short amount of time to move his beloved adoptive son from his front to his shoulders. The giggles were all he needed to know that the boy was enjoying the gravity defiance of his silver hair. The hands exploring the jungle of it helped too. The two of them strolled 'home' in giggles, chuckles, and silence. Eventually, they had made their way through the front door of the temporary apartment.
"Jiraiya-sama!" The two sang out for the other to complete the broken trio. The scarecrow gently kicked the door closed, while sliding the blond from his shoulders. "Don't yell. I was taking a nap." A man with white spiky hair emerged from a long hallway. "Jiraiya-sama, you shouldn't lie. It will teach little Naru-chan here bad habits he shouldn't learn."
"I wasn't lying. Sometimes, I'd swear he was almost your… dearest."
"Almost his what Ojii-Jee-Jee?" The innocent child tugged on the eldest's pants leg. Leisurely bending down 'Ojii-Jee-Jee' picked up his godson, only to set him on the counter. "Instead of his son, I might have called you his brother." Ruffling the blond hair, he couldn't bear to give the boy the depressing news of his parents having died some years ago.
"Really?"
"Hai. Now, let's have dinner. Kakashi?" The requested man went over to the two. "Ramen. It was all I could find other than fried lizard…" He shuttered at that thought. "Ramen! Gimme!" His grin was quite huge. Ramen just happened to be Naruto's favorite food, if one could call it that.
Kakashi chuckled. "Thought you might be happy." He grabbed a container, and handed it over, along with a set of chopsticks. "Daddy, why do we have different names? Are you not my daddy, Daddy?" The man sighed, he knew that question would come up eventually; he just hoped it wouldn't be this soon. Jumping onto the counter beside the adopted child, he slowly pulled down his mask. "Of course I'm your father. We just happen to be special enough to have different names." Giving the bow his signature 'eye-smile', he watched his make sense of the answer within his young mind before giggling.
"Okay! Ojii-Jee-Jee! I made a friend." He smiled at the man during the time the eldest man sat at his comfortable seat known as a chair. All three of them opened the containers of still steaming noodle soup. "Really now? Who" Beginning to slurp the slimy things into his mouth, he looked at his favorite student's birth-son, and Naruto's smile turned into a grin. "Subaku no Gaara."
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Elsewhere…
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Gaara strolled into his so-called 'home', unaware of the darkness that anyone could possibly endure. "Yashamaru? Uncle? Are you home? Yashamaru? Uncle?" There was no response from the mentioned man; barely even the echo of his own voice answered him in the seemingly empty house. It was not uncommon for Yashamaru to leave the young boy by himself for days at a time, but it was uncommon for there to be a blond girl and a brown haired boy there in his apartment. "Hello Gaara."
"Hello… why are you in my house? Who are you?" The boy in the black jumper scowled, the girl only smiled. "Uncle Yashamaru hadn't told you? I'm Temari, this is Kankuro."
"We're your siblings." Gaara had heard of them, Yashamaru spoke about them plenty. Temari was two years older than him; about nine, she would be turning ten in four short months. Kankuro only one year older than him, barely eight years old. He had longed to meet them on several occasions. Uncle Yashamaru had always told him no. He just wanted a friend, someone that would be like a sibling. But, now he didn't want Temari or Kankuro, he had Naruto. Even if it had been for such a short period of time, he still had him. And, he wanted to be loyal to Naruto, thought they most likely would never see one another again.
"But, why are you here?" This made the both of the new members of the building frown in distaste. "Because we are your siblings."
"You weren't here before." Kankuro had to look away, as did Temari. Their father had never allowed them to be near Gaara, and Yashamaru bluntly refused to let them be 'corrupted' by 'such a horrific beast'.
"We weren't allowed to."
"Why?"
"We just weren't."
"Whatever." Beginning to walk towards the stairs, he was stopped by something, or rather someone, stepping in front of him. "Father wishes for you to attend us meeting the Hatake family. We are to meet them as a family."
"Whatever. I'll go." And he began up the stairs, after strolling around his older brother of course.
"We will be living here too, as a family."
"Whatever." Silently closing the door behind himself, he let out a sigh. He seriously doubted he would ever see Naruto-san again.
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