The sensation I begin to feel in the pit of my stomach is not a pleasant one as I leapt from my window. "He isn't going to catch me." I think to myself. My heart starts beating wildly in my chest. Bitter tears of disdain fall from my eyes as a tornado of angry sand wraps around me a split second before I hit the ground.
"What The Fuck!" I mumble in frustration. The sand brings me up past my house around the block and into Gaara's room. His blonde uke sleeping lightly with his mouth drooped open and drooling slightly with every breath. I giggle at the sight of his bare chest and boxers. "Oh what were you to doing earlier Gaara-sama?" I question laughing as he hastily covers him up. He blushes and raises a non-existent eyebrow at me for the informality and then smiles lightly. "Oh… what were you doing earlier Lord Kazekage?" I mumble keeping a straight face the best I can as I put my head down intending to look ashamed only managing to look like I was hiding my lack of a serious nature. He smiles a bit wider and shakes his head at me.
"Akumu, what were you doing? What were you thinking? Baka! Honestly, Jumping out of your window like that? Were you really trying to scare the shit out of me?" he asked hugging me, squeezing the breath from me. I gasp lightly at the absence of oxygen in my lungs and he releases me from his death hug. I breathe again thankful for the air and sit down. I play with some of Naruto's wheat yellow hair. I wrap it around my fingers and get lost in thought. Gaara sits down next to me in a graceful motion and lays his head on my shoulder. I know he's truly upset despite the playful circumstance and comfortable atmosphere. His room is the perfect temperature and it makes me drowsy.
I look at my friend and silently ask him if I can stay here with him and Naruto. He nods so I lay down between himself and his blonde boyfriend/ The sleepy feelings inside me continue to grow so I snuggle up and close my tired eyes. "Gaara-sama?" I question sleepily. I am so tired that my voice is slurred as though I had consumed many cups of sake. "Mmm?" comes and even sleepier reply from my gay friend. 'Why did you catch me?" I ask. Before I can here an answer I drift off inside me head and the world goes black.
The next morning I awake and the very first thing I see is every fan girl's fantasy. Gaara is pressed up again Naruto who is pressed against the wall. They are completely oblivious to me being conscious to the world. I repress the urge to giggle and or gasp at the wonderful sight of my best friends playing a serious game of tongue hockey a small four inches from my face. I am not complaining in the tiniest bit though. As Gaara slides his hands up and down his lover's thighs I open my mouth to ask if I may please join in on the fun but no words come out. My breathing becomes sporadic as I watch this display of yaoi and thank the heavens for the luscious man on man action. Secret Fetish
I try to think of a way to leave and avoid embarrassment from both ends. Coming up with something brilliant might take all morning and if I don't stop them now (not that I want to stop them now,) this could turn into something from the smuttiest of fan fictions. A light bulb goes off in my head. Yawning loudly and pretend to just wake up my eyes widen from shock and enjoyment. "Oh boy! It's just like in the fanfictions!" I giggle like a 13-year-old boy seeing breasts for the first time.Please continue Gaara-sama, Naruto-kun." I look at them both anxiously waiting to see what will occur in the next moments. I wonder if they'll call my bluff or if they know that I'm faking this. They know that I'm not the best actor although I am pretty good at 'faking' things when I know they won't end up in the best of ways.
They look at each other and then they look at me and then they look at each other once more. Shrugging they look at me again more and pull me up next to them. As they push me against the wall my eyes widen again, this time from pure excitement.
GAARA'S POINT OF VIEWI'm sure that Akumu knew that we always had the hotts for her. She does for us. She made that perfectly clear when that ass hole left. She's been depressed and sad since then. She rarely ever smiles or lets anyone know what's going on in her head. This makes me sad for her. All of us have been friends since she moved here 6 years ago. She was the cutest 16-year-old around. Everyone knew that. And being the new girl everyone wanted her.
As I kiss my way up her throat to her mouth I watch Naruto nibble and bite her neck and ear lobes. Akumu shivers in contentment. Naruto looks at me. I nod and he continues suckling and biting her. She shudders again and that makes me chuckle. Did she have any pleasure being with Kai at all? I question to myself. Her eyes are closed and when my mouth reaches hers she gasps again. She opens her mouth willingly enjoying the ravishing of our tongues when they meet. Her mouth is warm and inviting. Her breath is not at all what morning breath should be. It's sweet like a maraschino cherry. Naruto has her collarbone at his mercy. I stop him for a moment and she opens her eyes. Pouting at us she crosses her arms and looks at me questioningly. Her eyes show the discontent she's feeling at the sudden discontinuing of this pleasurable activity. I raise her arms above her head and remove the long sleeved shirt to reveal a miniscule black tank top, black wristband, jelly bracelets and hardened nipples. I brush my mouth over them and lick her through the shirt "No bra?" I question teasing her causing red heat to stain her deathly pale face. She looks away slightly embarrassed but mostly because of the warmth washing over her. I chuckle once more and I hold her hands above her head and remove her bracelets one by one. I remove her wristband and her eyes snap open, angry like a mother bear protecting her cubs.
END GAARA'S POV
My eye's snap open, seething I push Gaara aside. It took only the shortest of moments for me to realize just what was going on. Unintentionally Gaara revealed my secret and inspiration, my artwork, my precious artwork that had yet to be completed. His eyes widened in alarm at the sight of it. I snatched my wristband, my shirt and fled. I ran out the door. Making hand signs as fast as I could possibly manage I poofed into my room. I pulled the covers around me and snuggled under them. Breathing hard I put a protective jutsu around my room. I closed the blinds and shut the door and feebly searched my drawers for my knife. I found it on the floor next to my bed and I began my work. Drawing every design I could think up and imagine I could imagine on my arm. 20 minutes after the process began I stopped. Intricate patterns and faces graced my arm. Blood pooled up from the cuts. The deeper ones had dark red miniature rivers flowing from them while the shallower of the inflicted wounds had puddles and bubbles of bright red fluid. I pulled my digital camera out from its hiding place behind my pillow. I grabbed my old yellow sweatshirt and tore off a rather large piece. Laying it on over my throbbing arm it soaked up the blood creating designs on the fabric. I pulled it off gently and snapped the picture. Breathing out a heavy sigh of relief I wrapped gauze over my arm to stop the bleeding though I ridicule myself for doing so. I pull on my black sweatshirt and head for the door. I remove the jutsu and go to check on my baby brother. Although he is 18, legally an adult, I will always see him as a little boy. Having to raise him since I was 16 was difficult. Though he was 12 at the time he was still a handful. Both our parents had died in a battle against each other and he couldn't accept it. He didn't believe what could only be the truth.
I was about to knock on his door when I heard high-pitched, obnoxious giggling. Confused for a moment I knocked loudly once and walked in with out a beck and call. "Aki-kun, are you awake brother?" I ask intentionally innocent. The sight to be seen is not a pretty one. His clothing is strewn about the floor. A pair of boxers is hanging on his closet doorknob, there are piles of dirty socks in the corner or his room, his blankets are covering but barely the form of his own and his latest girl friend's body. For the third time today my eye's widen in surprise. He looks at me unsure of how to react. I keep staring at his girl friend whose face has turned the color of crimson roses. "I-um-you- s-s-s-see, I didn't know you had company Aki-kun."
I smack myself in the head muttering to myself as I close the door and run to my bathroom. "Akumu, one of these days you are going to do something really bad. Baka!" I lay down on the cold tiled floor contemplating myself. "Gah, you really are an ass-tard!" I say using my best friend's favorite word. I rinse out my bathtub and turn on the hot water. "I think a bath might be in order." I muse over the scented oil to use in it. "Vanilla, amber, love spell! So many to choose from." I mumble to myself. I know which one I'm going to use though. The bottles are all from friends and they remain untouched. I reach for the vanilla bubble bath and pour half of the contents into the rushing water. The familiar scent reaches my nostrils as I sink into the bathtub. I shut off the taps and enjoy the luxury of it. Memories invade my mind and pull me into the deepest part of my broken heart. Laughter fills my ears, love over flows in my heart, and what has been learned and forgotten is re-taught to my mind.