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Deidara smiled at Gaara as Anko told him to sit in his seat. She ordered everyone to take out a piece of paper… and everyone did. No one dared go against her… They simply valued their lives to much. She told them to write down everything they know about the way emotions work. She figured it was an easy enough assignment… everyone knew about emotions, right?

Gaara audibly swallowed and nodded, working on his paper. After two minutes he only had a few words down. 'An emotion is…' what exactly was it? He knew what they were… he felt them. He knew that much. But he wasn't exactly sure how to express that on a piece of paper. He decides to let his hand do the writing, and dazes off. And before he knew it… nearly a half page was filled out. 'An emotion is something you feel deep inside the pit of your heart. Something that can make you laugh, or makes you cry. Something that can make you jump for joy, or slit your wrist. Something that controls how you feel for someone. Be it love, hatred, or anger. And emotion is the one thing that makes us human. The one thing that keeps the social world in motion. But, some people think their pointless. Something un-needed, and unnecessary. Most of all… emotions hurt. Because no matter how happy you are… that happiness will always die'.

Sasuke, on the other hand, had no problem writing down something. Though, it wasn't as long… or as deep as Gaaras'. 'Emotions keep people away. People get scared when you are brave enough to show exactly how you're feeling. Emotions are the only thing I have left'. He nods at this, smiling softly. It was how he truly felt… because he couldn't have anything but his emotions.

He felt like he was keeping the emotions safe for his emotionally dead parents. Itachi had killed them… but not literally. He killed them in a different way… now they no longer smiled… they no longer laughed… they no longer cried… because everything they had ever lived for was gone. Because Itachi needed a higher education. Because Itachi needed better living conditions. Because Itachi… because Itachi was manipulative.

He had convinced the entire family to move away… to move away from their dying grand parents. But their parents never blamed his older brother. No, because he was a genius. They blamed Sasuke. Calling him stupid, incapable, weak, a coward. Anything you could think of… he had been called it. This was the reason Itachi had joined the Akatsuki. He knew that much. Because he had so much experience in manipulation… one look in his eyes and you did what he told you. There was no doubt in his mind about that.

Standing up to him was like trying to fight your way out of a glass case with no holes. You fight and fight and fight… until soon you lose air… and you lose your will… and soon, you're laying flat on your back, whispering and begging for help. In other words… it was hopeless.

Gaara stared at Sasuke worriedly, reaching out and putting a hand to his shoulder. That appeared to jolt him from his thinking, for he jumped and screamed. The redhead immediately was at the other boy's side, staring down at him. "…Sasuke… are you alright…?" He asks, watching the boy shake from what seemed to be fear. His cold look soon hardened into a determined one and he lifted Sasuke up, bringing him into a hug and rubbing circles into his back. "…Sasuke… it'll be alright… Anko-sensei… may we be excused?" He asks, and the teacher nodded. Her eyes showed a glimmer of worry as well, but her manner refused to let her show that.

He smiles a quick thanks and picks Sasuke off the ground, wrapping an arm around his waist and helping him out of the class. The only sound heard to the rest of the class with the jingling of the chains on Gaara's pants, and Sasuke's soft muttering.

Once outside, the Goth boy places the other into a chair, kneeling down so he was lower then him and could stare into the sobbing boy's eyes. "Sasuke… what's wrong?" He asks, caressing the back of his hand with his thumb. When the other shook his head, he frowned. It must be something big if Sasuke wasn't willing to share it… he normally told everything. He even told of the dreams he had the night before, and the plans he had for the future. "You're worrying me… what's the matter?"

Watching him shake his head once more, Gaara felt something ball up inside his chest. An instinct, maybe. A wanting… to do something uncharacteristic. A wanting to kiss the boy's worries away… and hold him close as he cried. He shook it off as being in what some may call 'the moment'. What could be wrong with him? This day seemed to be getting worse and worse… First off, when he woke up his eyeliner bottle was dried out, and he had to use Temari's crappy pencil. The he didn't eat breakfast, he forgot lunch money, school started today, Sasuke is having a mental break-down, and now he wants to make out with him. Hopefully this wasn't a sign of things to come…

Sasuke slowly looked up and stared into the worried eyes of Gaara. Was he really worried for him, or did he feel the need to pity him? Or maybe he was simply embarrassed that he fell over and started bawling like that. "…Gaara…" He muttered, reaching down and cupping his face in his hands. "Gaara… I love you… please don't leave me… don't abandon me…" He managed to choke out.

'Gaara… I love you…' the words seemed to echo through his head. Love… what is love? He knew that word… it had been explained to him before… 'The only thing that can heal a wound to the heart is… love'. Yes, his Uncle had said that to him once. And damn him, he was glad he was dead. And he was glad to have been the one to kill him. And his mother, too. Had she not have died… this whole mess wouldn't have started. 'Damn her… for giving birth to me…'

"…I won't leave you… and I won't abandon you. Don't… don't worry so much, Sasuke." No matter how much his memories hurt… he'd have to abandon them right now. He had to be strong… for Sasuke's sake. He wasn't exactly… sure why he felt the need to protect him. Or, why he felt the need to hide his own emotions so Sasuke could let his free. But… it felt like the right thing to do.

"Do you… do you really… really mean that…?" He stuttered down at him, shaky hands still holding the pale face that stared off into space for a moment. And then the attention was brought back to him. Upon seeing and feeling the nod from his crush, he managed a smile and slowly tilted his head down. The Uchiha muttered a thanks before bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. And, strangely, Gaara didn't resist him.

'I've found him… Sabakuno Gaara. He's just as you described him, Itachi-senpai! But… there's a problem. Your brother… seems to be affecting him. Much longer and he might have erased all the chances we had of infecting him with the Shukaku. Have you found the others?' Deidara asks in a form of a text message.

'Hmm… I don't think it will be a problem… And no, I have not found the Kyuubi body as of yet.' Itachi responds with a smirk. Ahh… this should be interesting… He finished tying his hair back in a red ribbon, his own hoody having a pair of eyes on the back. After all, they were his greatest weapon.

A/N: I couldn't think of anything better for Itachi. If you couldn't tell, Sasuke and Gaara are the main characters of this story. Next chapter might have Naruto and Sai in it... if I don't get distracted by SasuGaa love again.