Disclaimer: Don't own anything Naruto related or any of the music lyrics used below.
Full Summary: In our modern day society, the abnormal and the unatural tend to be shunned and locked away from mortal eyes and used instead as bedtime stories that mothers tell to their children to frighten them. But, what if one of those whispered secrets were to emerge from the dark shadow of mystery, to hide in the perfect spot. Plain site.
Warnings: Suspence. Sexual Reference. Foul Language. Pretty Much The Norm.
Tear My Stiches.
Gaara sighed as he climbed out of his bed, settling instead for the windowsill.
Wiping sleep from his eyes, Gaara glanced out the window. The sky was dark and the stars still shone brightly. Glancing at his digital clock, he smiled sadly when he read 4:06 a.m.
Offhandedly, he wondered what he would do if he were able to sleep without worry.
Gaara smiled sadly again as he thoughts wandered to memories. Lifting up the sleeve of his long sleeve shirt, he began counting the many scars that adorned his arm. How many times had his father told him how much he hated him? How many nights had he spent in the corner of his room, crying silently, so as not to wake his father? How mant times had he asked God why he hadn't excepted him as one of his children? How many times had he walked in on his sister trying to fix her smudged makeup? How many times had he cried out for help, only to recieve a kick to the ribs? How many times had he wondered why his mother had abandoned him into a world full of hate and fear? How many times had he been more afraid to come home than face all of the unkind words thrown his way at school?
Gaara's eyes began to sting as he tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall, but failing miserably.
More of the tiny liquid crystals fell as he hugged himself.
How many times had he tried to smile as his brother bandaged him? How many times had he walked into a clothing store with his brother and sister and walked out with long sleeved shirts and heavy, long pants? How many times had he glanced at the sky and wondered if he'd ever end up there? How many times had he looked into the mirror, only to turn away in disgust at what he saw? How many times had he tried to run away, only to be dragged back and beaten so badly that he wouldn't be able to try again? How many times had he walked down the street and glanced at police officers longingly? How many times had he told himself 'It'll all be over soon'? How many times had he changed in one of the bathroom stalls before P.E.? How many times had he found reassurance in the fact that he would die one day?
Standing up, Gaara walked over to his closet, were he pulled out an acustic guitar. Walking back to his perch on the windowsill, he began to play.
"Love of mine, someday you will die. But I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark. No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white. Just our hands clasp so tight. Waiting for the hint of a spark.
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs. If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I'll follow you into the dark.
In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule, I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black. I held my tounge as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love." So I never went back.
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs. If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I'll follow you into the dark.
You and me, have seen everything to see. From Bangkok to Calgary. And the soles of your shoes are all worn down. The time for sleep is now, it's nothing to cry about. 'Cause we'll hold each soon. The blackest of rooms.
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs. If there's no one beside you when your embarks, then I'll follow you into dark. Then I'll follow you into the dark."
Gaara sighed as he finished the song, placing the guitar onto the floor beside him.
"I got you that guitar because you said you can play, but you never told me that you can sing." Shukaku said from the doorway.
Gaara gasped as he snapped his head up, to meet the smirking face of his captor.
"That's a very nice voice you've got there, Gaara. Why didn't you tell me about it? I love music." Shukaku said as he entered the room and stood beside the windowsill.
"I don't like to sing infront of people." Gaara mumbled, swinging his feet.
His father had made him eat a teaspoon of bleach the last time he sang. It wasn't enough to cause any real damage, but Gaara couldn't talk for a few days.
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"What's the matter? You never call this early." Sakura said while she brushed her hair, phone balanced between her shoulder and her ear.
"I'm just worried is all. I mean, that Shukaku guy is our art teacher for two more days, what if we don't find Gaara before he leaves?" Naruto's voice flooded into her ears, concern laced heavily into each word.
"Don't worry, Naruto, we'll find him."
"And if we don't?" Naruto asked, suddenly slightly angry at his best friend for being so sure.
"There arn't any 'ifs', Naruto. We will find him."
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"Come on! We've got to get going!" Shukaku called up the stairs, where Gaara was finishing getting ready.
"Just a second!" Gaara shouted back, running out the door to his room as he stuffed a small notebook into his large black hoodie.
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"So, you're telling me that we have enough money left in the budget for new math textbooks, but that we should invest the money in new school sprinkler systems?!" Tsunade's voice rang through the office.
"Uh, Temari, I wouldn't go in there right now." Shizune said, gesturing to the door a few feet behind her.
Temari smiled, "It's fine, she always cools down after talking with me."
Shizune sighed, "Alright, fine. Go on in. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Temari simply shrugged her shoulders before entering Tsunade's office.
"Oh, Temari. What is it?" Tsunade asked, instantly calming down.
Temari closed the door behind her and looked up at the principle, who was also the closest thing she had to a mother, "I, I just- I don't know. Somethings not right."
Tsunade looked at her for a moment before gesturing to the seat infront of her desk, "What is it? You know you can tell me."
Temari sat down and sighed, "Well, back when he was still around, I always got this sort of feeling when we were close. It's like he has a powerful aura or something, I'm not sure. I just know that when he was around I felt strange, in a good way, and now I'm getting close to the same feeling, only more aggitated," Temari looked Tsunade in the eyes, "Gaara's close by, I can feel it."
Tsunade stared wide eyed at the girl before her, "Can you tell where he is?"
Temari shook her head, "Yesturday the feeling got stronger, almost as strong as before he was kidnapped, but it's building up again today."
"Maybe that means he's coming by the school." Tsunade suggested.
"I hope so." Temari said, smiling sadly.
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The class burst into a cacaphonie of jeers and laughs, some attempting to stifle their laughter while others didn't bother trying to hide it.
"Shut the hell up, all of you!" Naruto shouted, stepping infront of his two best friends.
"Hey Naruto, how does it feel to have to best friends who are lesbians?"
"I bet they all get together and have a great time."
"That's disgusting, I can't believe I helped her with her homework."
Murmurs and whispers rolled throughout the classroom like waves, until a few bolder kids began to shout.
"Get out of here, you freaks!" Neji shouted, chucking a crumpled piece of paper at the three of them.
"Yeah, go sell yourselves to some horny creep, you fags!" Sasuke said before doing a rather rude hand gesture.
"Shut the hell up you goddamn jackasses! You think you can just treat us like this because we're not exactly the same as you!? Well, guess what?! You can't!" Naruto screamed before folding his arms infront of his chest, face red from anger.
"What's all this?" Kakashi asked calmly as he walked through the door, late as usual.
"Apparently we've got a school full of hypocrits and homophobes." Sakura muttered darkly.
"What?!" Tenten yelled, standing up so fast her chair fell down.
Sakura snorted, "I know lots of people in this school who like either both sexes or the same sex."
Kakashi sighed, "Alright, all of you calm down, unless you all want detention."
A hush fell over the classroom. Kakashi's detentions were legendary.
Kakashi's visible eye turned into an upside down 'u', "Good. That's what I thought."
He then turned to earse the unflattering drawing someone had drawn on the blackboard of Sakura and Hinata making out.
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Shukaku sat in the art room, writing something down. Gaara was sitting with his back to the wall, his eyes closed as he contemplated his plan.
"So, how're you feeling?" Shukaku asked, an annoyingly present smugness in his voice.
Gaara opened his eyes to glare at the man, "Better."
Shukaku turned around in his chair, "That's perfect."
Gaara's eyes narrowed even more, "What are you planning, you sick twisted bastard?"
Shukaku chuckled darkly, "You know, you've insulted me quite a bit."
Gaara snorted in amusement, "Your point, oh attentive one?"
"Well, I am the teacher." Shukaku said, moving his hand down towards his own manhood.
"Go hire some dumb whore, you horny son of a bitch." Gaara replied, pulling a rather disrespectful hand gesture.
"You've been bad, Gaara. I think that you should make it up to me." Shukaku said as he stood from his chair to sit on the floor beside the redhead.
"Get away from me." Gaara muttered, turning to look at the clock.
"Touch yourself." Shukaku whispered into his ear before nipping it.
"What?!" Gaara's head snapped back to stare at his captor wide eyed.
Shukaku nodded, "You heard me. I want you to touch yourself. I want to see you please yourself, it will be delicous."
"I wouldn't do that for you if my life depended on it." Gaara spat.
"What if I told you that your life didn't depend on it, but the lives of my students did?" Shukaku said, moving his hand to rest on the growing arousal in his pants.
"You wouldn't. You're not that heartless." Gaara shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm not heartless, I love you after all. But don't test me, Gaara, you should know I don't go back on my word."
"I don't belive you." Gaara murmered, his eyes drifting momentarily downwards to the lump in Shukaku's pants before back up to glare at him.
"Really?" Shukaku said, amusement clear in his voice as he reached his hand into the backpack that he always seemed to have with him. When his hand came back out, it was gripping a gun tightly, "Belive me now?"
Gaara simply stared at the gun.
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"Hey guys, heard about the little uproar in homeroom this morning." Tayuya said as she sat down beside Sakura.
"Yeah, sucks, doesn't it?" Kiba muttered, sitting down beside the orange haired girl.
Tayuya and Kiba often sat with the three best friends, they hadn't known each other as long as Naruto, Sakura and Hinata had, but they were still good friends.
"You're telling me." Sakura murmered as she gave Hinata a hug, who was still upset about the whole thing.
"I swear, when I find out who ever drew that, I'll tear their hands off, so they won't be able to do it again!" Naruto shouted, baring his teeth.
"C-calm down, N-Naruto." Hinata said quietly, placing a hand onto his shoulder.
"I still don't see what's so bad about it." Tayuya sighed.
"Yeah, I'm not bi or gay, but a bunch of my friends are, and they're still people." Kiba replied, munching on an apple.
"Hey babe, how's about you and me get together or something?" A random boy had come up to the group's table, smirking almost suggestively at Tayuya.
Tayuya snorted and held a hand up, "Sorry, boy. Girls only, get lost."
The boy stared in disbelief at the musician before him before turning and storming off.
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Gaara glared at his captor before rising from the floor and walking over to the other side of the classroom, the narrowing of his eyes the only portrayal of his feelings.
"See? That wasn't so bad." Shukaku murmered, zipping his pants back up.
Gaara felt like he was going to be sick, Shukaku was just to twisted. He was starting to think that he'd become corrupted if he stayed any longer.
Gaara reached a hand up to rub his eyes, which had started to sting from the gathering wetness that resided there.
Was all of this supposed to happen? Was his purpose in life to be a punchbag and a sex toy? Would he ever be found and treated well again?
Gaara's thoughts drifted to his sister. Her bright sunny smile, her almost annoyingly perky ponytails, her different and interesting outlook on life. And his brother. How he had taught him so much, how he had sheilded him from so many blows, how he had held him close as if to drown out the screams from the next room, where Temari would be shouting at their father, who refused to hurt her.
Before he even realized, the tears began to fall, and soon his cheeks were damp and his eyes were starting to puff up slightly.
"Don't cry, love." Shukaku said, wiping away his tears, "I won't let them get you."
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Tayuya, Sakura, Hinata, Naruto and Kiba were all walking to the art room, all still fuming about the morning's incident.
"I just thought of something!" Tayuya cried, a triumphant grin on her face.
"W-what?" Hinata asked, looking at the orange haired girl.
"Being gay isn't wrong, it can't be! After all, guys have a pleasure spot up their asses! What else would that be for?!" Tayuya shouted, pumping a fist into the air in excitement.
The rest of the gang just stared at her blankly before Kiba spoke up, "Holy shit, she's right."
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Gaara inwardly sighed as students began filing into the classroom, a few paused to admire him before smiling and walking to their desks.
Honestly, Gaara didn't find Shukaku's discussion about the art of doll making very interesting, so instead he decided to tune it out and focus on other things, namely the students.
In the front row, a variety of students sat, the one that stood out the most was the girl with buns on her head. In the second row, a boy with hair like a pineapple, who was sleeping, and a boy with sunglasses caught his eye. Everyone else, he decided, wern't all that glamourous.
Until A pink haired girl, a blonde boy, an orange haired girl, a brown haired boy and a girl with strange, purple-ish hair barged through the door.
"We're not late, what are you talking about!" The brown haired boy shouted before the five of them shuffled to their seats. Gaara noticed the blonde boy mouthing the words 'nice' to his comrad.
Soon, he became bored of things in the real world, and slipped off in to his fantasy world, where he was free and Shukaku was behind bars for life.
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"C'mon, Sakura, hurry up!" Naruto called as the group packed up their belongings, ready to head to their next class.
"Coming! Wait, what's this?" the pink haired girl said, picking up a medium sized notebook.
Naruto, Hinata, Kiba and Tayuya all came over to see.
"I don't know, open it." Kiba said, staring at the fraying notebook.
Sakura nodded and opened the notebook. There, on the very first page, was Gaara's signature symbol. Sakura shot Naruto and Hinata looks before receiveing a look back that said, 'flip the page!'.
As she turned the page, she gasped. It was decorated with sets of symbols, all of them neatly drawn and coloured. She flipped the page again, and there, to her pleasure and surprise, was a legend for the symbols.
"He knows we're looking for him." Sakura breathed, her hands beggining to shake, "This could be what makes it or brakes it."
"We've got to hurry up and decipher that code, he leaves tommorow, remember?" Naruto said, urgency filling his voice.
Sakura and Hinata turned to share a look before nodding.
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Authoress's Note!
Ahhh! Soooooo terribly sorry about the super super late update! -Begs for forgiveness-
Anywho, I've added another character! Yay, Tayuya! I like her in highschool fics, so, you know, I just put her in. Also, this chapter kinda based on the groups problems with other teenagers in the school.
And yes, Shukaku is an evil bastard. Something interesting may happen involving him later. -Insert evil laugh here-
REVIEW!
(Sorry about the caps lock abuse.)
-FullMoonAtMidnight.