for this chapter - dw is don't worry.26/06/2013

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Chapter 2: Day one.

"Fuck…. Fuck fuck." Gaara said under his breath, as he took a few steps forward into the school, he really didn't want to do this.

First thing Gaara did was quickly locate any sources of sand. Luckily there was a lot of it, the path was made of, or at least covered in sand and rocks. In areas, patches of determined grass had poked through. In his head Gaara cursed Kankuro for telling him not to bring his gourd. He was unprotected and the sand on the ground was measly and white and pathetic compared to his. His feet scrunched over the gravel. He watched his shoes, green converse he had put on this morning. They were ones he and Temari bought together; she had the light blue version.

He had his head down, students were everywhere chatting and laughing. He was hoping that if he didn't make eye contact he would stay invisible.

His senses sharpened with the feeling he was about to walk into a wall as the wind flew out of him.

Gaara flew backwards. His eyes widened, since when did he get hit? He grabbed out blindly looking for something, anything, and found a hand. But it didn't help he hit the ground, and who's ever hand he grabbed fell on top of him.

He looked up into the sky wishing that the world would swallow him whole.

He heard a roar of laughter, and then sudden quiet. Sand whirled around him protecting him from any further attacks.

"Sorr.. What the fuck!" cried the boy that was still on top of him. "What the hell is going on here?"

Gaara looked at the boy who he had bumped into and consequently pulled down on top of him. He had red markings on his face, and spiky brown hair. He was well-built and Gaara could feel the contours of his muscles against him.

"Did… Did you do this?" The boy said looking down at him.

Gaara looked up into the boys eyes, they were black slits.

"Um..," Gaara noticed the surrounding students shock at the sand, and set it back down. He watched as the boy started to get up, and searched his eyes for signs of distress.

"Its alright, my own defence was trying to fight," said the boy laughing and pointing to a dog, that seemed happy his master was safe.

"Here," said the boy putting out his hand.

Gaara looked at the hand. Nobody touched him, and he certainly didn't touch others. He turned from the offer and helped himself off the ground. Half way through the boys hand shot out to his shoulder. Gaara felt his insides tense, but the hand pulled him straight and steady, and then withdrew.

"I'm Kiba," The boy gave a massive grin and stood next to him to face the group of watching students.

Gaara suddenly became very aware of the heat the boy was emitting. They were standing close, too close for Gaara to be comfortable. He felt the blood shoot to his face and quickly put his head down. His mind raced, he didn't understand the sensations rushing through his body. When he didn't know and understand something, his mind snapped back to something he did, the need for blood.

He felt it pulse through the air. Triple his heart rate. Burn through his vision.

"Fuck." Gaara muttered under his breath. Blood thirst was a feeling he understood, but when he gave into it, it never turned out well. A flash of the little girls terrified face appeared when closed his eyes. He turned and quickly walked away from the Kiba boy and the group without looking back.

"That was odd." Said Kiba to his friends, "He didn't tell me his name…"

"That was one of the sand ninja." Said another boy with white eyes and long black hair, "an incredibly powerful one too by the looks of things."

"Did you see the mark on his forehead?" said a pink haired girl, "I think it said love..."

"I heard that he was raped."

"That's stupid Choji" said a boy with a short ponytail. "I heard he killed his family."

Another group walking past heard this conversation.

"Did you see that boy? I heard that he was raped! I bet he is a rogue ninja."

"I heard he was beaten by his brother."

"Nah his soul was taken over by a demon, I'm serious I heard it from a friend of a friend who lives in the sand!"

"Nah my friend said he came from a village hidden in the blood, and they were going to sacrifice him, but he killed the entire village in one go!"

It was as quickly as that the rumours spread.

Gaara had run inside the nearest building, and into the boy's bathrooms.

"Fuck," he hissed to himself, "what the fuck was that!"

He pushed a door and locked himself in a stall. The wood was cold, he dropped is bag and pressed his hands against it. His head was throbbing, he was hot. AA layer of sweat covered his chest, as if he was wrapped in plastic. He put one hand through his hair and listened to his heart beat in his ears. He willed the little girls face out of his mind's eye. He rubbed his stomach to the rhythm and blinked until his eyesight was clear. Before he knew it, he was rustling his hand through the top of his pubic hair. Lightly he shifted his hips and tensed the muscles in his groin. Ripples of pleasure tickled through his body. He put his head against the wall. It felt good, and he dared to do it again, this time his hand applied pressure too. For a moment he stayed in this motion and the Kiba boy was swam in his mind.

"Fuck!" he said, his eyes snapping open, "think about a girl."

But the truth was, Gaara had never been in love with a girl, or talked to any except for his sister, or even found any attractive. But that wasn't saying much, he wasn't traditionally a sexual soul. He closed his eyes and his thoughts slipped back to the Kiba boy again – the first person not in his family to dare to touch him, but before he could gain any pleasure his mind snapped back to that day. The last images of his dad cutting him swam into his head. Gaara groaned, why did this always had to happen when he wanted a release, to just feel good. Why did his mind have to think of that? Gaara pulled at his hair, his eyes squeezing shut. Why couldn't he be a mouse in a lab hitting the pleasure button? He just wanted to feel good, was it so much to ask! His breath was static for a moment before he bent over and vomited his breakfast into the toilet. With his boner well and truly gone, he started to yack up stomach acid and bile. His eyes were stinging and tears were running down his face as he dry reached into the bowl. Around him he could hear faint voices, but they were fading. His vision was going black as he struggled to take breaths. The door to his cubical burst opened as he was just about to pass out from lack of oxygen.

"Fuck are you okay?"

Gaara felt hands on him, he kept gagging yet nothing came out.

"Hey, hey it's ok, relax."

It was the boy with the white eyes, they were round like mirrors, ones that looked as if they were about to crack. Gaara lay his head on the wall of the cubicle and willed the pain to slide from his face.

"Here, water." The boy said handing him a bottle, "my name is Neji."

Gaara drank in some water but spat a lot out unable to swallow. Shaking all over he bent over the toilet bowl again. He tried to rid himself of the images of his father. Faintly he felt Neji put his arm around him trying to calm him down.

"It's ok. Everything is alright, we didn't mean to frighten you…"

Gaara gapped at him lightly.

"Back by the gates. Naruto can get a bit hyper, he pushed Kiba into -…"

Behind them a boy walked into the toilets, seeing Neji hugging the boy the whole school were talking about, a smile grew on his face and he ran out.

'Damit' thought Neji, 'who knows what rumors are going to start now, this boy doesn't look like he would be able to handle this gossip well.'

Gaara willed himself to stop shaking and started to get up, Neji seemed determined to provide unneeded arm support. Together they walked over to the sink. Gaara looked in the mirror, his makeup was smudged a bit around his eyes but he left it, there was no point trying to fix it without makeup remover. Aggressively he started to fix his hair, only to stop as he felt Neji touch him. He became aware that the white eyes hand was still on his shoulder and Neji had taken something out of his hair. With white grin that matched his eyes, he showed him the grass which must have gotten there when he fell.

Gaara's heart missed a beat and something stirred in him, a feeling which he only got when his brother and sister hugged him. This boy wasn't scared of him, nor was he repulsed or purposely ignoring him. Gaara felt himself tense, another unknown situation, another surge of blood lust. He stepped out of Neji's grasp and gave a small forced smile. To his relief, Neji chuckled.

"Glad to see you're human after all."

Gaara found himself staring deeply into the pearlescent gaze. How could someone have such beautiful eyes? It seemed so unfair.

"So are you going to tell me your name, or should I call you love?" He said while pointing to the mark on his forehead. Neji paused waiting for Gaara to say something.

"Or perhaps lovely?" Neji said with a wicked grin.

'This is too much' thought Gaara, wondering how much more blood could rush to his face.

"My… Name is..." he whispered delicately to Neji, who leaned closer to hear, "is… Gaara."

There was a pause and Gaara looked down, Neji wasn't speaking. Twitching his lips he turned and fled the bathroom leaving Neji frozen. With blood pumping to his head Gaara ran to his first class, while his mind yelled insults on his stupidity. He took out his timetable. He had missed twenty something minutes of Kurenai Yuhi's class on 'tracking and Genjutsu...' Room 4C. He looked up and read door - 4C. His eyes widened and he backed away from the door slowly, after a few paces he turned around and started walking in the other direction, but before he could get away the door was opened and a women with shaggy brown hair and red eyes was staring at him.

"So you're the new boy! Got lost did you, well come on in!" She grabbed him by the arm. "I am your teacher Kurenai Yuhi. Your name was Gaara right? Our new sand ninja! Take a seat, there is one over there next to Neji and Kiba. Gaara looked dully at the empty seat.

"Now, let's continue the lesson, tracking is the art of being able to tell where your enemy has been and is, thus allowing you to set up an ambush…"

Gaara was in his seat, he felt all eyes on him and it was uncomfortable to say the least. He tried to ignore the prickling sensation at the back of his neck and get into the boring lesson. He never had the need for tracking anyway, he preferred to stand in the open and let everyone watch as he crushed his opponents in a sand coffin.

"Now I want you turn your books to page 37 and do the exercises, I expect total quiet. Gaara you can use this book while I get a fresh one for you from the office." Said Kurenai leaving the room.

Gaara turned to the page and gazed over the outline, just as he thought, looks fucking boring. Question 1: he wrote on his page. Suddenly two paper notes were thrown on his book, one from either side of him, he opened the first.

So your name is Gaara? Sorry if we scared you earlier.

Looking back down at the page he wrote: that's fine. Dw about it, and handed it back.

Looking down at the second piece of paper, (which must have been from Neji) he swallowed hard and opened it, it read: hey Gaara. I didn't mean to freak you out, are you okay? Neji.

Gaara sighed and wrote: 'I'm fine, Dw about it.' And gave it back to Neji.

Why couldn't they just leave him alone? This was the third situation in less than an hour he didn't know how to handle. What was with people! Gaara let out a shaky breath, his inner demon was purring. Shikaku knew how to deal with troublesome situations. Gaara felt anger swim before his eyes. He felt a surge of blood shoot through his system. Outside sand started moving about. He wanted to kill them, all of them. Escape from this. Escape. Escape. Escape. He needed out, right now and the only way he knew how, was by staining the air with their blood. He couldn't deny the idea was as pleasurable as the moment back in the bathroom. But this was on a different level altogether. He felt his mind being over taken. His vision wavered and his eyes shut. He leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. Pleasure over took his body and he started to feel high from the thoughts of blood. Gaara was unaware that his body was shaking, that sand was rising up outside the windows of the classroom, and pressing itself there as if trying to reach him. He hardly felt Neji and Kiba shaking him, he just saw images of bodies, their bodies and blood, he could almost smell the blood. All he needed to do was kill someone then he would be at peace. Absently he let out a moan. A sharp pain ran up his spine from his arm. He looked down and saw a dog biting into his wrist. Gaara felt a pulse of anger ignite through him, he went to hit the dog off, but it looked up and hastily retreated. Next to him Kiba was white, on his other side Neji had thick veins around his eyes.

"What was that?" Neji hissed, "Your chakra level almost tripled. I've never seen anyone's do that so dramatically…. What are you?"

Gaara looked at the scared faces around the classroom and at the sand pressed on the windows. He let out a sigh and released it. It fell back to the earth. He looked around, everyone in the classroom had a look of utter terror on their faces, but for some reason those of Neji and Kiba particularly traumatized him. He hadn't intended for this, he just didn't know how to react. He didn't want them to be scared of him. At the thought a powerful wave of sadness rose up; he got out of his seat and wordlessly moved out of the room.

He walked down the hall and began building up his pace. Soon he was sprinting out of the building and away from the school. He had to leave that, he wanted escape. This was escape in a literal sense and it would do. Those faces and the need for blood – he needed to escape that, run from himself. So he did, he ran away, he didn't know where he was going, but he didn't really care.

Out of breath he stopped in a park, there he collapsed not quite making it to a bench. What a shit day.

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