Title: See The Light
Pairings: Gaara and Lee
Setting: Quite AU, set in 1945 during the Holocaust.
Description: Gaara and Lee had hidden their romance for years; until something happened.
Rating: M, to be safe.
Note: Hmmm…This is the 2nd chapter. Ano…I'll keep writing…I'm very muchly in the mood! This one will probably be the very sad one that makes you wanna cry ;.;. Enjoy!
"Out of the truck you worthless Jews." One of the Nazi solders yelled, opening the back door of the truck. The light was blinding, and I looked up from where I was sitting, curled up in Gaara's lap. We all stepped out of the car, tired and sore. I looked to see the prisoners accompanying us. There were 9 or 10 other people, aside from Temari, Kankurou, Gaara and I. A blonde with whiskers tattooed on his face, a pink haired girl who was clinging to the blondes arm, a man with long brunette hair, a girl with her brown hair in buns on the top of her hair, another young man with red tattoos from the bottom of his eyes to his chin, another man with dark sunglasses, followed by a girl with blue hair. After them, the Nara Temari rambled about lazily climbed out, followed by a girl with long blonde hair, and a plump younger boy. We all looked at each other, quizzical looks on our faces, wondering why we were here. Some knew; others were clueless. I reached out for Gaara's hand, only for it to be greeted with a gunshot near my feet. I yelped unknowingly and pulled back quickly.
"Now, you will lay on the ground, face down. Shnel." No one moved. Another gunfire, and the plump jumped back, landing roughly on his behind. "Now. Or you all die." I felt Gaara tug me down to the ground.
It seemed like hours before we were allowed to stand up again. We all noticed, anything valuable we had was gone. A few of the people had bruises on them, one of them being Kankurou. When we were told to stand up, Temari had difficulty. Kankurou bent down to help him, only to be thrown to the side by a Nazi. They [The Nazi's looked on with joy as the watched Gaara's sister struggle to stand up while her belly held her down. It took her a good 15 minutes to be able to stand. After she stood, they shoved us into train cars. Since we had such a small group, it was not crowded. Gaara and I huddled in the corner together, his arms wrapped around my waist. Kankurou fanned Temari, who was hyperventilating. The Nara walked over and held her hand. We all learned each other's names. There was Sakura and Naruto, the blonde and the pink haired teens, and Kiba, Shino, and Hinata, who hung out tightly in a group. Then, The Nara ((Who I later learned his name was Shikamaru)), Chouji, who liked to eat, and Ino, who called insults at the pink haired girl. And Neji and TenTen, one of my close friends. It's amazing how I didn't recognize them before.
They all talked and laughed, despite the situation we were all in. How they could muster such courage to talk and laugh, no one knew. The door finally opened the next day, and we were let out for water. I had never tasted anything so sweet…Except for Gaara's lips. He hadn't slept in weeks. I offered him my cup of water, but he shrugged it away. Frowning, I gave the cup back to the Nazi officer, who looked at us with disgust.
Why? I thought. Oh, because I'm gay. And I finally realized why everyone was here. It was like a slap in the face.
We were here, because a man we didn't know hated us. Because we were different then him. Because we defied him.
Because, we didn't see his light.