The next morning, Gaara awoke to the sounds of some of that techno music Naruto liked so much. It was happy… sounding. But upon further inspection of the lyrics, Gaara discovered it was just as disturbing as his rock music. Just… in a different, more sexual way. No wonder Naruto was a flaming ball of hormones.

That night hit Gaara hard as he suddenly remembered it as part of the lyrics sang through the clock radio, and he sighs. He had touched himself… Kankurou always said it was normal… but then again, it was Kankurou. He wasn't normal in the least, so why should he believe him? He rubs his eyes and yawns, staggering tiredly into his Brother's room. He didn't expect the sight he saw, though. Not in the least.

His brother was underneath someone he recognized as Uchiha Itachi… his own Love's brother. They were kissing, and by the looks of their clothes-less bodies and smell of sex in the air, he figured they had done it all night. "…Nii-san… if Nee-san finds you in here, you're toast." He says simply, laughing to himself as Itachi jumped off of him and practically jumped into his clothes. Itachi was afraid of Temari… but then, who wasn't? She was the preppy, sporty type. She played baseball on the boy's team. Even the men she dated were afraid of her. Itachi was no exception.

Kankurou glares at his younger brother, grabbing Itachi's arm. "Itachi… it's not morning. Gaara's an insomniac… and the light outside is nothing more then the light of the moon! Even though it may seem like it's morning, I promise you, it's not!"

Itachi sighs, turning to him and sitting back on the bed, smiling at him sympathetically. "I know you may wish it's night, 'Kuro… but it's not. It's morning. There's no denying that now… and if I stay, Temari would have my head…"

"Please don't leave… can't you just pretend…?" Kankurou asks pleadingly, pulling the other boy on top of himself once more, arching his naked body up into Itachi's clothed one.

"I suppose I can stay… let Temari have my head, because Kankurou wants her to…" He sighs, hoping the guilt trip would work. After all, being murdered didn't seem like a great idea to him. And the bruise wouldn't be so pretty either.

"…You're right. Go. Now, before I change my mind!" Kankurou waves him off, getting himself dressed and yawning. "Will we see each other at school today? And if we do… will you at least say hi?" Itachi was part of a 'popular' group… while he was in drama. The drama kids and the popular kids never hung out… so he and Itachi normally would 'meet' in a closet of sorts during lunch.

"Of course." He says simply, jumping out of the window and running off to the school building. Kankurou sighs, staring out the window after him with a dreamy look. He loved him… with all of his heart, he did. Of course, his friends could never know of that. They'd tease him for life! Not only that, he'd probably be banished from the group for eternity… and the thought of that was simply too much to bear. He loved Itachi… but he also loved his friends. He turns to Gaara, leaning against a wall, his hands over his chest. "Have you ever seen so pretty a face as his?"

"…I think you need to lay off the literature. You and Itachi both. I heard in English you both always do the Romeo and Juliet parts…" Gaara raised a non-existent eyebrow, his hand on his hip. Only Kankurou and Gaara knew of Itachi's love for literature… especially Shakespearian plays. Romeo and Juliet is one of their personal favourites… since to them, it explained them. Even if the red-head doubted they would die for each other. If nothing else, Kankurou would die by Itachi's hand.

"Get ready for school Nii-san, you'll be late." The brunette nods soon after Gaara leaves his room, bathing himself in fruit spray before walking out and staring at his brother and sister… who were applying make-up side-by-side. It was the only thing the bonded it. They would check out each other's make-up… then go. Temari would go to work, while the two of them would go to school. Kankurou decided he'd go to school with Gaara, even if he'd have to deal with his annoying best friend.

Gaara leaves the house with Kankurou, but they were soon split up when his brother found his friends. Of course, he didn't miss the giggling and taunting as they found hickeys on his neck. And especially Kankurou denying who it was from. The redhead simply walks into Naruto's house and going into his room, and kicking him in the side. "Get up. You're going to be late."

Sasuke groaned as Sai found his usual perch on Sasuke's chest… though he was wearing an unusual smirk. "…what?" He asks, pushing his best friend off of him and going to his closet, picking out a black and purple outfit and slips it on. Black skinny jeans, a purple fish-net under shirt, a black over-shirt that read 'AFI' and a purple and black collar. He runs a brush through his hair quickly, it doing its usual spiky thing in the back. He looks back at Sai, who was still wearing that smirk. He wanted to rip it off his face. He sighs, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling on white ankle socks, then black and purple high-tops converse. "I know something…" Sai teases and Sasuke rolls his eyes. "Tell me, or I'll rip your tongue out." "Tsk, tsk! So violent…" "Okay Sai-sama. What's up with your damn smirk?" He asks, poking his forehead like his brother often did to him. "One, I saw your brother jumping from Kankurou's window. You know, the brother of your Loooove?" he teases, poking his cheek. Sasuke growls, shrugging. "I care… why?" "Not so much that. It's more the fact that you and Gaara were making-out in the halls! Everyone's talking about it! Girls are squealing and talking like it's sooo hot, and boys are saying they expected you to fall for each other. Some are calling you queer, but others just don't care." He explains. Sai was Sasuke's personal gossip police. He knew everything that was going on in the school. Most people came to Sai to ask for the lasted 'scoop'.

"So… people know now?" That was NOT good…