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: Gomne, Gomne!! I'm sorry about the last chapter!! Gome nasai!!! It just… seemed necessary. Gomne! Umm…Enjoy! Oh, and the camp ish Auschwitz.
I watched as Gaara was kicked bluntly in the head by Kabuto's steel-toed boot. Too stunned to move, I watched as he cackled and kicked his body aside. Standing up gave me a headache, but I did it nonetheless. We were ushered into a room again, but this one was a bit smaller. Gaara's body limped in after the rest of us, and I ran up to him.
"G-gaara!! Are you alright?" I got no response from him. We all stood in the room, waiting for the next thing to happen. And then it did, the showers started. The boys screamed at first, surprised at the ice cold water. There were more then needed, so Gaara and I took a few far away from the others. Without Gaara's 'okay', I washed him down, and then washed my self, drinking up all the cold water I could. Suddenly, the showers were shut off and Kabuto walked back in.
"Out, all of you!" And we ran out the back door, which he had pointed too, into another room. There were clothes lying on a table. They were clothes that the other men before us had worn. I quickly grabbed two pairs of trousers and two shirts for Gaara and I. They didn't match, and were covered in sweat and other stains. "Get dressed, now you Jews!" Kabuto yelled, snapping at us. I helped Gaara into his clothes, and then clothed myself. Kabuto pointed at another door, and we left through there. In that room, there was a man sitting next to a barber chair, and another at a table. Neji was the first in line, and he sat in the barber chair. The man with the razor shaved his hair off, until he was practically bald. He screamed in his eyes, but his face remained blank. He then walked over to the table as Naruto took his place in the barber chair. It then became Gaara's turn, and I had to hold him up in the chair, whispering in his ear, 'It'll be okay.' My turn came, and there went my hair. I calmly stood up and dragged Gaara along to the table.
"Arm." The man said. I held Gaara's arm out for him. He held the pen to Gaara's arm and placed it on the skin, making numbers. Gaara's eyes shot open and he reeled back. I spun him around and looked him in the eye.
"Gaara. Give your arm to the man and stop." I kissed him, sounds of disgust coming from behind me. He turned away and thrust his arm back at the man.
"So, your name is Gaara? Well it's not Gaara any more." He ran the pen over Gaara's arms, numbers appearing. "JH36587412. That's your name now." Gaara ripped his arm away from the man and waited for me. I handed my arm to the man. "Name." He said again.
"Lee. Rock Lee."
The number along my arm read as this: JH36587413.
"That's your name now kido. Next."
And I walked out at Gaara's heels, to the nightmare upon nightmares.