A/N: Oh wow. How long has it been? Since i haven't updated this for a while I'm going to make it extra special- kay?
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You Never Tell Them Your Name
'Gods he's heavy...really really heavy.'
Gaara gave up carrying the non customer on his back a long time ago, and now he was dragging him towards the elevator of his apartment building. People watched him drag the long haired dude throughout the whole night, but never asked what he was doing, or why he were dragging him on the cold dirt floor.
Gaara figured they thought he murdered him and was now trying to get rid of the body. But he didn't care- and do you know why? Because they don't care. They don't. No one in this part of town actually 'cares' for anything or anyone but their concieted selves. Besides- what is there to care about? It was a famous street, full of the richest people and the highest brand name stores- but also the home of the most frequently seen homeless proles that like to wander day and night in searching for food.
But because Gaara had such a nice boss- with a little 'payment' he was able to live in one of the most...prestigious hotels on the street. Though as prestigious as it was, just past the perimeter of the large building held the largest scum infested garbage place anyone could find. Lucky for Gaara its in the back of the building, and his window just happened to be in the front.
Gaara dragged the long haired freak of nature to the elevator, and glared at the man who greeted him with a raise of an eyebrow. Gaara see's him everywhere, this man. He's got his hair in a short pony tail that sticks up like the stupid fruit Gaara thinks he is.
Now the reason why Gaara sees this guy everywhere is because he is the elevator and door man. Gaara doesn't particularly like this man, mainly because he never does his job in the first place. Gaara had to knock for him to finally open the door for him and he wouldn't even offer to help Gaara carry the long haired non customer- like a good elevator/door man should.
And plus he yawns alot, like theres no one around him. Its like everything bored him literally to death. He pulls the lever to open the door when the elevator stops on the first floor. Gaara carefully dragged the guy in, not realy caring if his feet get stuck on the other side. The elevator man gets in with him. He casually steps over the long haired non-customer and pulls the lever up.
"What floor?", he says tiredly.
"Seventeen.", Gaara says frowning.
A good doorman would have known your floor by heart, being that Gaara came in and out fluently, depending on his working schedual. The elevator mans yawns to himself and pulls the lever up further so they could go up faster. Its a large building so it takes some time.
"So..", the elevator man says surprising you.
"Is that another...uh...customer?"
Gaaras eyes widened. The elevator man looks at your face and smirks.
"Is something wrong?", he asked sweetly.
Gaara shook his head slowly.
"Oh- So...is he another customer?"
He shakes his head no again.
"Friend?"
He shake your head no.
"...Are you going to kill him?"
Gaara frowned.
"I found him on the street.", he say simply.
He nods his head and mouths 'Ah.' Gaara rolls your eyes. This guy is annoying him.
"What are you gonna do with him?", he asks not even looking at Gaara. He looks about ready to yawn.
Gaara sighs. 'What are you going to do with him?'
"I...don't know..."
The elevator man mouths another silent 'Ah'.
Lucky for Gaara his floor comes moments after. He steps out, and drags the long haired non- customer along. The doorman raises an eyebrow.
"Keep on doing that and he might end up with a rash on his back.", he says as a matter of factly.
Gaara couldn't take it anymore- He faced him and glare.
"What the hell do you care?"
The doorman doesn't seem the least bit fazed.
"I should care. He's my boss."
Then the elevator door closes. Gaara stayed there baffled at what the doorman had just said.
'Boss?', he ask himself. Come to think of it, this pale eyed freak does have a rather expensive loking sweater on..and those pants- to die for! But, boss? Impossible.
He drags him into the apartment- a rather large apartment especially for a person like him. As soon as his feet pass the hinges of Gaaras door, he dropped him with a exasperated sigh. He stretched his back and winced when he felt a few bones cracking. He closed the door to his apartment and stared at the body before him. He doesn't look loaded. Not at all, besides the nice sweater and unique looking jeans.
But of course being the curious fellow he was, Gaara dropped down and checked the guys pockets. Sure enough he finds a wallet, and looks inside. Unfortunately for him, theres no money to steal- but there is a card. Gaara looks at the card. Neji Hyuuga it says. What kind of stupid name is that? But he gasps at what it says under his name. It says Head Director Of HLSB. Gaara never knew what the letters stood for- but he knew that HLSB was one of the most prestigious, richest and well known companies out there. They run it all, from apartment building to television shows- from channeling all famous singers to a special yatch, to sponcering the Music Awards. It was a large company- right next to Uchiha corp, who stayed in the serious buisnesses like the biggest law suits and presidential conferences with the U.S cabinet and the legislative, Executive, and of course the judicial offices.
HLSB, also went along the lines of presidential stuff and assisted these branches by giving them money- but that was it. So technically, HLSB had more money- but the Uchiha corp was much more important.
Gaara smirked to himself. If this guy was rich, then he would have no problem in paying him for dragging his long haired ass into his apartment, instead of leaving him in the hotel hallway. Gaaras smirk grew when he thought of all the possibilities- This guy can be in his dept!! And maybe with a little seduction, he could even be Gaara's regular...
Gaara gasped when the long haired non customer stired, and opens his eyes slightly. 'Shit', he thought. He didn't even have time to put the Hyuuga onto his bed and pretend he was actually caring for him. He sighed when he realized it could't be helped and simply stared down as the pale orbs become visible. The man below uttered a small gasp before quickly siting up barly missing Gaaras head.
"Hey! Watch it!", Gaara screamed. As he fall backwards onto the floor. He cursed himself for being so rude. Hw was supposed to be nice.
The pale eyes man stares at Gaara for a moment, before groaning and rubbing the back of his head.
"Where...Where am I?", he asked in a soft halfhearted voice.
Gaara frowned. 'Where the hell do you think you are dumb ass.', he thought to himself.
"You're at my apartment.", Gaara responded as politly as he could.
The Hyuuga turned to him again. This time his eyes widen again. As if he didn't see Gaara the first time.
"You...", he says slowly.
Gaara's frown deepened.
"Yes. Me. You were by the hotel door while I was having sex with the Uchiha..."
Gaara were never the one to be embaressed about things like these. The Hyuuga looked away, but nodded his head.
"What the hell were you doing there? Why did you follow me to the hotel? You're not another one of those buisness man looking for a bitch to play around with are you? You better not be 'cause I already told my boss I don't do that shit-"
"No- No!!", yelled the Hyuuga, waving his hands in front of him.
"I-I'm not...I don't want your...your body...I just...I just want to..."
Gaara raised a non existant eyebrow.
"You want to what?"
The Hyuuga looked as if he was about to cry.
"I...I...god- how much did I drink last night...?"
Gaara smirked.
"How the hell should I know?...But I'll be willing to help you remember...", he said slowly.
"If you're willing to-"
"No..." The Hyuuga said suddenly.
Gaaras eyes widened.
"No? What do you mean by no?"
"I...I don't want your..."
Gaara stood up with his arms crossed.
"Well you're no fun...", he said slowly. Then he smirked.
"Well you owe for all the trouble I went through just to bring you to my house..."
Neji sighed a deep sigh.
"You could get a job you know...", Neji said slowly.
Gaara's eyes narrowed.
"A real job that doesn't...make you..."
"Shut up.", said Gaara glaring at Neji.
"Don't say anything else-"
"You're ruining your life if you continue to live like this-"
"Shut up!!", Gaara screamed.
Neji did shut up, and stared wide eyed at Gaara after his sudden outburst. Gaara exhaled deeply.
"Don't...", he began.
"Don't...talk to me about my job...like that...Don't symphathize...Don't..tell me that its...-"
"Wrong...?", Neji finished the sentence for him.
"What you're doing...What you're doing is wrong! Its just plain wrong!- You could do so much better than this!! You don't have to give away your body just to satisfy others- Do something that you want to do-Do something that-"
"Shut the fuck up!!", Gaars face was bright red- almost as red as his hair.
"Oh my...freaking god..." He said in a voice that said he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I...", he started.
"I like...my job..I like what I'm doing..I like it...I don't...I don't want to be in any other position...than this..", he said slowly.
Neji frowned.
"You like having your mind screwed out of you for money?!!"
There was silence for a long while.
Gaara giggled after a few moments. It was distant giggle. It seemed like a drunken giggle. He walked over to Neji and sat next to him on the floor. He had his legs crossed and his face held a distant smile as he stared into Neji's face.
"Hey...", he said putting his close really close to the pale eyed one.
"Listen to me...", he said in a low, low voice. Then he brought his lips to Neji's ear. he breathed on it for a moment, letting his hot breath linger onto the tip of his earlobe and causing it to blush an interesting shade of red.
"Listen to me...", he said again. Putting his hand on Neji's thigh and smirking against his blushing skin. He brought his free hand to Neji's long long hair and began to brush his fingers through it gently.
"I'm a slut...", he said rolling his tongue on the word slut. He moved against Neji's tensing, and brought his lips closer to his ear.
"I like what I do...I live..for what I do..I want it- I need it..I must have it..."
He began to grit his teeth as he spoke. He tugged harder at Neji's hair.
"So don't tell me...what is right...or what is wrong about what I do- because I like it- and you are not the boss of me!", Gaara shouted the last few words and tugged hard at Neji's hair. Neji whimpered and pulled away.
"Get out."
Neji blinked.
"What?"
"Get out!! Get out of the fucking apartment- And stop following me around!!"
Neji's eyes widened for a moment. Gaara had already stood up and opened the door, his face was still bright red, and he was still gritting his teeth. Neji sighed and got up.
"Please...", he started.
"If its money you want...I could give all the money in the world- if you just stop-"
"What the hell do you care what I do?!", shouted Gaara again.
He was always like this. Where he was from, the one who shouted the loudest was the winner of all arguments. Not to mention his short fuse on simple things.
Neji was again startled by the out burst and sighed again. He walked over to the door and stepped out. Gaara didn't hesitate to slam the door in his face.
Fuming he sat onto a couch nearby. He gripped the hair on his head and gritted his teeth so hard it could've bled. He wanted to crush everything in sight. What right did that freak have?! What right?!
Gaara continued to grip onto his hair, not noticing the sudden tears that began to fall.
"I like my job...I like my job...", he repeated over and over again in a low whisper.
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Two Days Later
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"Well, well, well- If it isn't Hyuuga Neji."
"Shut up Uchiha- I'm really not in the mood to talk to you."
"Oh what the hell did I do this time?"
Neji walked around Sasuke's office blindly- not really aiming to go anywhere.
"Neji what the hell are you doing?"
'Im thinking- Something someone like you should really start doing."
"Lame. What the hell happened? I can tell its not that good..."
"Sasuke- do you rememeber that guy you shamelessly shagged two days ago?"
Sasuke blinked. Then he laughed.
"What did I get him pregnant?"
Neji rolled his eyes.
"I'm being serious-"
"I'm being serious too! I need to know these things before hand so I could pay them to abort the kid-"
"Sasuke- he is not pregnant! H-how could you even think of something as stupid as that?- He's a guy!"
"Yeah- whatever. So what about him?"
"Do you rememeber him?"
"Sure I do- Red head right?"
"Yeah. Him. Where did you buy him from?"
Sasuke blinked. Then he blinked again.
"...Wait...", he started to say. Then he put his hand of his mouth in a joyful gesture.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing!!", he shouted, completely out of character.
"The Neji Hyuuga finally realizes that he needs to get laid!"
Neji fumed.
"Thats not it, jackass!!"
"What do you mean thats not it- Of course its it. i mean come on- You can't stay a virgin forever-"
"Sasuke- I am not going to have sex with him!"
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to buy him."
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It sucks I know! But I had to update...-.-