A/N 11/08/13 updated and redone... Taken a lot of the lemonish type bits in this chapter. Oh god what was i thinking! *dies of shame* but don't worry it will still be there. it was all just going to fast and too shitty. I really like this chapter now, and am liking this story more. Gaara (in this story) is coming along, his reasons for things... well i like it! tell me if you do to. I am keen to hear from people who read it before i changed it. Hopefully are still fans. I will get onto the next chapter now. :)

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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Chapter 3: destructive personality.

He lay in the park, looking up at the trees, he wanted to escape. To fade, to run away from this. He needed something, anything. He closed his eyes and then jerked up right as something moved on his face. In his lap was a leaf. He rolled it between his fingers, it was smooth and waxy. There wasn't trees or leaves like this in the Sand. He rolled onto his stomach, across the field there was a public toilet. He sighed to himself, he was calmer now. Hits of anxiety boiled up inside when he thought of going back to school tomorrow though. He stood up, he needed to leave these thoughts here. Wash his face, fix his hair. Brushing his hair always made him calmer. Actually doing something had to help. He walked across the grass to the toilets.

They were dirty inside, but what did he expect from public toilets. Beigeish brown, or maybe it was just caked in dirt. He looked at himself in the mirror which hardly showed a reflection, it was so scratched. Too scratched to fix his hair or makeup – typical of public toilets. He leaned his arms on the sink and ran the water through his hands. The tap screeched and he turned it off quicker than he wanted to. He rubbed his face and let out the frustrated breath. He turned his watch, school had ended, how long had he been laying in the park?

He sighed again before straightening up, his neck prickled. He turned around to see a messy man sitting on the bench. Black and white arm warmers and high wasted business pants, the man could have looked nice, but he was as dirty as the toilets around him. He was looking over at Gaara with a mild interest.

"Here kid, you look like you need this." Said the man holding out his hand.

Gaara hesitated only for a second before taking the item. He received a small snap lock bag, within it was white powder. Gaara looked to the man and raised his eyebrows.

"Rub it into your gums, it makes you feel better."

Gaara twitched his mouth to the side, "drugs?"

The guy shrugged, stood up and took a pinch from the bag. He rubbed it onto his gums. "Tastes like chicken, if you're not interested I'll get it back."

Gaara looked down again at the powder. The guy had said it would make him feel better, that sounded like a miracle. He took some out and started to rub it in to his gums, it had no taste.

"Little bit more if you want it to do anything."

Gaara poured more into his hand, rubbed it into his teeth and put what was left into his pocket. He wasn't sure what made him do it, but this man had given him a way out and he was going to take it.

"Good work, now come, sit, have a drink with me." The man showed him a bottle of vodka. Although Gaara was underage and knew it, (having only just turned 17) he took the bottle from the man and sat down beside him.

"Bottoms up." Said the man, holding up another bottle with brown liquid in it.

Gaara opened the lid and started to drink. He didn't stop till he was a half the way in.

"That was a mighty good effort!" Said the guy with a smile, "How you feeling?"

Gaara hadn't noticed but he had started to become numb. He shrugged "Good I think." He heard himself slur.

"Sounds 'bout right. You drank like a man going to his death what's eating you?"

Gaara frowned and eyed the man. He shrugged again and took another swig.

"Okay, don't talk. Your eyes lit right up when I said it will make you feel better though. So how about I make your mind explode with a good feeling."

Gaara turned to face the man, who grinned and raised one eyebrow. Gaara didn't know how to respond. He closed his eyes. Lightly something brushed his neck. Gaara twitched, the man was licking his ear!

"I want to hear you moan kid."

Teeth started nibbling his earlobe. Gaara 's hands were shaking. His vision was blanking in and out. He felt a hand snaking down his back and another up his leg. He looked and his belt was undone. He heard himself exhale deeply as the man sucked his neck. It did feel good. The guy stopped. There was a hand in his pants. Gaara tried in vain to stop him but his hands weren't moving. He felt drunk and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. He let his body go limp, what else could he do?

"Ahh that's a good boy. Sit still now. Let's have some fun."

Gaara felt his eyes roll back as a cold hand came into contact with his warm skin. The sensation was both good and bad. The cold was centering itself between his legs and then it stopped. He squinted through his drowsy eyes and saw that out of nowhere two massive white dogs had appeared. For a moment Gaara thought he was hallucinating, but then one of the dogs bit hard into the dirty guy and threw him into the opposite wall with an almighty growl. The man gave a cry as the other dog joined in the tussle and sank its teeth into his arm. The first one bounded over, latched onto Gaara's shirt and ran outside with him dangling by a thread.

They came to the other side of the oval before Gaara was put down. He was back where he collapsed near the bench. He could make out the faces of Neji, a boy with brown hair in a ponytail and a dog. Wait… no, Neji, the brown haired boy and Kiba, although he could have sworn he saw a dog. Neji once again had large veins around his eyes.

"He looks like he has been drugged." Said one of them, "notice the size of his pupils."

"I saw a vodka bottle in there." Another said.

"Mm fuck, call Akamaru let's get out of here."

He felt himself being picked up and put in a car, on to the boy's laps. A small dog jumped in with them.

"I could hav swornnnn zat dowg was bigga n therr was twoo of em." Gaara managed to say.

"Glad to see you can kind of speak." The brown haired boy said.

Gaara looked up at him. "My name is Shikamaru. Call me Shika." Shikamaru's eyes were studying him.

"There were two and he was bigger, just relax now Gaara, we will look after you." Kiba said to the red head before looking up at the others, "My house is closer, and my mum doesn't get back till much later."

"Ok we will go to yours, driver take us to Kiba Inuzuka's house."

"Yes sir," said another voice.

Gaara felt like he was floating over the ground, like he was watching his body from the outside. It was amazing. He smiled up at the roof of the car and let his body go limp. His mind wandered out of the car and away from the voices around him.

Shikamaru frowned as the red heads eyes glazed over, "he is well and truly out of it."

Kiba shifted next to him, "do you, do you think... we should te-"

"No," Neji butted in, "no need."

"What about the guy in the toilets though?" Kiba answered his eyes hardening at the Hyuuga.

"He is another matter, but I don't think it's related. However, just in case, I will go once he is safety to yours."

Kiba nodded and a silence fell over the car. Rocks skidded on the road and the engine purred to the rhythm of their thoughts.

"He is kind of pretty."

Both Kiba and Neji turned to stare at Shikamaru, who shrugged as best he could. "What? She said he was pretty!"

Kiba threw his head back and laughed while Neji quirked his lips and gave a small nod.

The car came to a halt.

"Ok Kiba, take him in and put him somewhere." Shikamaru said, "I will go see Sakura and see if she can come and take a look at him."

"And I will be over as soon as I can." Neji commented.

Gaara felt his arm going around someone's neck and his body being lifted. He opened his eyes and the world rotated into place. He faintly saw a country style house, with an over grown garden. He found it odd that it had chickens and ducks and lots of dogs in it. He giggled, he was hallucinating dogs!

The inside of the house was country themed, with the smell of dog. He saw the stairs under his head and a bed room with a big bed. That's where he fell onto the bouncy softness that he was sinking into and being enveloped by. His body was so exhausted, but his mind wasn't sleepy at all.

"Hnmm," Gaara mumbled. "No swleepy mind."

"Yes? Are you ok?"

Gaara stared mildly at the dog nin, "milk chocolate, or chocolate milk?"

Kiba blinked a few times, his wide eyes open and mouth turned up in a comical manner. "Uh chocolate milk I guess..."

Gaara frowned and nodded before closing his eyes. He could sense Kiba hovering above him, "Gaara... I will be right back; I'm going to get you some water and a warm towel."

He heard the other boy leave with the soft footfalls on the carpet, and then the squeak of shoes down the hall. His mind was racing, with seemingly important thoughts. Shoes… Shoes are strange, like bits of comfortable floor strapped to your feet. Gaara rolled over and shook his head. Converse, just expensive portable flooring. It was a scam! How could no one else see this! He closed his eyes again. He couldn't look at his scam shoes a moment longer. When Kiba returned, it felt like a century had passed waiting. Gaara felt like he had aged like old cheese. He tried to laugh at his absurd thoughts.

"If you're listening Gaara I think you should have a bath, you're real messy. You need to be cleaned up. Nod or shake your head if you hear me and agree."

Gaara twitched his head; it was all he could manage. He had been told to nod his head, but it occurred to him that he had no idea what for. He twitched his head again; maybe he could communicate just with head twitches. That would be better than talking to Kankuro.

Kiba helped Gaara up and they walked into his bathroom where a hot bath was waiting.

Gaara felt shy hands moving his clothes away. Warning bells went off in his head, but for the life of him he couldn't understand why. There was something… He frowned to himself, there was a soothing voice, he pursed his lips, he was meant to be worried about something. There was something he wasn't meant to do. His eyebrows furrowed as the last item of clothing was removed.

"Now let me see." Gaara mumbled, he put his hands together. He was really trying hard to think properly, but his mind was slipping back to the atrocity of shoes! A hand towel was placed in his hand and absently he started to clench it, not even realizing he was in the bathtub. While the dog nin helped him wash! He heard someone murmured something. It sounded nice, he felt like a little bird getting food from its mother. He lay down and smiled.

"Little birdy, tweet wee."

There was a chuckle and Gaara smiled again. Bird were strange, they could fly. He wanted to fly.

"I would like to fly."

"Let's start by getting the grass out of your hair."

He heard that. He frowned and opened his eyes. It was bright and there was a strange fog, or was it steam, was he in a bathroom? How in the hell had he gotten there! Gaara felt the alarm bells come back in full force. How was he in a bathroom? He looked down and his eyes widened, he was naked. He felt wave after wave of very sobering anxiety flow through him.

"Gaara are you alight?"

Gaara's head shot up, Kiba was sitting on the edge of the bath, shirtless. For a moment Gaara was lost in the image of the wet Adonis with strangely divine fog around him, before the gravity of the situation sunk in, in the way of his scars. He was naked. Kiba was there. Kiba had seen his scars. The thought hit him like a tidal wave and he sprung up out of the bath, showering Kiba in more water. He slipped slightly in his effort and felt strong arms catch him. He could hear Kiba talking urgently. But Gaara mustered all his strength and pushed the dog nin away, and grabbed a towel. He heard the splash as Kiba fell backwards. But he didn't stop; he shoved his legs in his pants and sprinted down the stairs doing in the zipper on the way.

"No, noo wait, Gaara!" he heard the shout come from the house, but he was already moving. Fleeing from the site. He couldn't look back, couldn't stop. He was panting hard, but only stopped once he got to his house and burst inside. Kankuro and Temari looked up from the lounge room, their eyes immediately filled with concern seeing the state Gaara was in.

"Gaara, what's up little brother?" Kankuro raced up the stairs behind the red head and found a door slam in his face.

"Just leave me alone, I'm fine." Came the reply. It was hazy and Kankuro frowned.

"Catch your breath Gaara, and talk to me."

Gaara buried his face into the pillow. He was embarrassed beyond belief and more than that he was sad. He was ashamed and felt dirty. Another person had seen his scars, his shame, they were his past and Kiba had just… seen.

"GAARA!" Shouted Kankuro as he burst through the door. "Now what's going on? What's the matter?"

Gaara felt overwhelmed, he felt the tears rise to his throat, and he started to break down, as Kankuro came over.

"What happened, tell me everything."

Gaara hesitated only for a moment before each horrible happening of his day spilled from his lips.

"I see." Kankuro made eye contact with Temari at the door, she gave a silent nod and left to see Lady Tsunade about the man with the drugs.

"Hey its ok though, you're here now, and your scars, well they are just that. Scars, past not present. Fuck anyone who gives you shit about them. This Kiba boy, he was trying to help, and I have done my fair share of drugs. You know that, sometimes you need a way out. This Kiba boy was doing his best, it seems to me. Come tomorrow things won't seem so bad."

Gaara frowned, he wanted Kankuro to stop talking, it was like his brother was dwelling on it and trying to help, was making it worse, and making him think about it more. He wanted to not think. He just wanted to be invisible, not to have to deal with these things. He just wanted to be one of those people, hermit type people live in a cave and just be away from the world. Failing that he would settle to be a normal 17 year old. Thinking about girls, getting high, all the stuff he watched his brother do. But he couldn't and he knew that, after all he had a demon inside of him. Shukaku, who was always there, laughing, adding little snide comments. Planting seeds of doubt and creating pits of anger. Gaara was linked to the demon; his mood was often controlled by it. He often thought he had no personality and no mood, the demon gave him everything. Perhaps he didn't have a soul either, he had been told so often enough. His only talent, his gift for killing people didn't help him on his path either. He had thought of joining the ANBU at one point, but they didn't want him. He, because of Shukaku was too unpredictable, too uncontrollable and more than that, he was a danger to everyone if and when he finally snapped.

"What am I suppose to do."

Kankuro cut his spiel on the badassness of scars short and looked at his brother seriously.

"With my life Kankuro."

Kankuro grinned, "oh good you have hit the angst, 'everything is pointless' stage. It can only get better from here!"

Gaara punched his brother on the shoulder, "I'm serious."

"Ouch, Look little bro, this is how you are meant to feel, hopeless, you against the big wide world. Pointless and above all insignificant."

Gaara deadpanned, "great. Thanks for making me feel better."

"My point is that everyone feels that way." Kankuro lay down next to him on the bed.

"Everyone?

"Guarantee it."

Gaara curled himself up and listened to his brother ramble on about life. He could feel the vibrations of his voice against his back, and it was nice.

"What happened?"

Kiba put a hand through his wild hair, "he ran away, quick as a feline for someone so drugged!"

Neji sat on the couch, "and that's why you're shirtless..?"

"Why did he run?" Shikamaru cut in before Kiba could snap back at the Hyuuga.

"I dunno." Kiba ran his hand through his hair again - a nervous habit in the making.

"Well what exactly did he say?" Neji hissed coldly.

"I dunno!" Kiba threw his hands in the air, "He was talking crap!"

"Like..?" Shikamaru sat down next to Neji.

"Like, he asked me, milk chocolate or chocolate milk."

Shikamaru looked at him seriously, "and what did you say?"

Kiba hesitated, "chocolate milk..?"

"Why did you say that, it's obviously milk chocolate!"

Kiba blanched, "How is it obviously milk chocolate! That makes no sense, are you frickin listening to yourself!" Kiba began to yell, before he realised Shikamaru was playing with him, "fuck you."

Shikamaru gave an amused smirk before turning to Neji. "This boy is troublesome."

"I agree, but that's beside the point."

"He is covered in scars." Kiba said sitting down on the couch.

Silence fell over the three boys.

Gaara awoke early the next morning and immediately the previous day flooded back into his mind. He lay there; his alarm clock said 5:01AM. He watched the numbers flick by for 5 minutes and then decided to have a shower. He felt melancholy yet calm, though he was pensive as though he had in the last 24 hours lived a full life time of experiences. He was drained, used and worn like an old knitted jumper. One that was unraveling from multiple places. The water drummed a rhythm into his back. He would have to face the day. Face school, face the whispering students, face Neji and face Kiba. The thought made nervous bile rise into his mouth. He swallowed it back down and winced at the acidity in his throat. Kiba would avoid him now, probably Neji would too. At least he wouldn't be spoken to then. He wouldn't have to deal with situations he didn't know how to deal with, wouldn't have to resort to a feeling of total bloodlust. Wouldn't have to have blood rushing to his face when Kiba stood next to him, or when Neji called him lovely. Gaara put his head in his hands. His scars, if they knew what he had done, they wouldn't talk to him either, and after what they saw yesterday he wouldn't blame them. Gaara was still for a moment, a wave of nausea swept over him and before he realised he was vomiting. It had hit him as heavy and as unexpected as a dropped brick and it left him queasy and already out of energy.

After awhile, the heat was making him feel dehydrated; he opened his mouth and swallowed some of the hot shower water before pulling himself up with help from the door frame. He wrapped a towel around himself and stumbled to his dresser. He felt, well, he felt like shit, as Kankuro would say. He put on some skinny acid wash jeans that zipped up at the sides and went to grab his fishnet shirt, which was gone; he remembered that he had left it at Kiba's. Instead he grabbed a red shirt reading 'death. The nation's number one killer', his red converse shoes and slathered on some eyeliner. He hesitated remembering a distant thought about shoes from yesterday but shook it out of his head. Everything about yesterday made him feel worse. He looked at the clock, it now said 7:00 am. He grabbed a comb and ran it through his hair, after a while, feeling satisfied with his appearance he went down stairs.

At his kitchen table talking with Kankuro and Temari was Neji, Kiba and another boy he didn't recognize. Gaara spotted them and turned around and walked right back up the stairs again. In a panic Kankuro jumped out of his seat.

"Gaara! Come back," he said running after him, he managed to grab his hand and pull him back down stairs. "Your ..Friends.?… Have …Come …To …See …..You." Kankuro spluttered as he struggled. "And breakfast is ready!"

"Fine." Hissed Gaara. "and don't touch me." He snatched his hand back and cradled it into his chest. He ignored all the stares he was no doubt getting and went and sat down on the other side of the table to everyone else. He looked at the knots in the wood, they were here. Gaara had spent his time in the shower being generally miserable, not thinking of how he could actually deal with this. How he would face them. Plus how could he have guessed that something like this would happen!

"Here," said Temari putting a plate of pancakes in front of him. He jumped in his seat, having been deeply in thought. "It's alright Gaara." She said in what he supposed was meant to be a soothing voice.

"I'm not hungry."

"You didn't eat dinner." Replied Temari, "eat….I like your shirt."

Gaara just glared in her direction. Reaching into his bag he pulled out his school book to do some homework he had been given but he spotted something else, which made him gasp. The snap lock baggy with the white powder was in there, apparently he didn't have much yesterday, there was heaps left. If he could do some more, he would get that overwhelming happy feeling again, and maybe he would outlast the day.

"Gaara, this is Shikamaru Nara you met yesterday, but… Any way you can just call him Shika." Said Neji looking up hopefully at Gaara, trying to meet his gaze. But Gaara's attention was elsewhere.

"Gaara!" Yelled Temari hitting him on the side of the head.

"What? Oh, hey Shika." Said Gaara looking up at his guests properly, first to Shika, then Neji who was staring at him, his gaze was powerful like he was trying to read his mind. Shikamaru just had a look of boredom as Temari talked his head off. Kiba's eyes were down.

"Gaara, neither me nor Temari will be here this weekend so we have arranged for you to stay with Neji or Kiba." Said Kankuro.

"I'm not a baby, I can stay here."

"Well whatever, it's an idea. Just letting you know. I think it's time you guys walked to school though."

"Wait Gaara you didn't finish your breakfast!" Yelled Temari as they walked out the door.

The four of them walked in silence, waiting for the others to break it. Gaara was used to silence so didn't find it nearly as uncomfortable as the others. He got out his timetable to see what he had first up, it read.

Period 1: Iruka Umino: controlling your chakra: room 7F.

"Hey!" Said Shika reading over his shoulder, "I think we have the same class first up as you, well I do at least. Iruka then you have gym with Guy."

"Yes I have that first up also." Said Neji.

"I don't, I have Ninjutsu, with Kakashi then gym, so I guess I'll see you then." Said Kiba as he turned and left towards the large oval.

Neji sat down next to Gaara in their first period. After the shitty and nerve racking morning Gaara had had, he was pleasantly calm. His mind was firmly in his bag, more specifically on an item in his bag. Lucky that he wasn't paying attention, as the entire class was whispering about him. They quieted down when Neji's head whipped around with the famous Hyuuga glare that promised pain. For some reason when they did suddenly go quiet, Gaara started listening. He could hear a girl saying that he was a drug dealer, but it didn't seem to bother him as much as it would of, today he had a secret and a way out. This thought alone gave him the courage to ignore everything that would have normally made him upset.

Eventually Iruka came in and told them to open their books and read the chapter on ways to help control your Chakra, and that they would be going over it and practicing the techniques tomorrow. Gaara started to read the words on the page. Over and over again he read the first line, not actually taking anything in. A note was placed on Gaara's table and he supposed it was better than reading the first line again. He guessed it was from Neji and sighed as he opened it, it read:

Gaara. Are you ok? Why did you run from Kiba's yesterday? We were worried. You were in a bad condition, I know it's not my place, but I want to make sure you are alright. Are you ok?

He sighed again, and wrote back. Yes it isn't your place. Before giving the note back.

Looking back down to his book he began to read the first line again. Yet a moment passed and the note was back, it read:

Can I talk to you sometime? Please. Gaara paused and gave in, sometime, he wrote back.

The rest of the class went quickly. He packed his stuff and got up and out the door in a hurry, not wanting to stay.

"Gaara wait!" He heard Neji shout. The white eye quickly caught up to him, and pulled him sideways into an unused classroom.

"Gaara…" Neji said.

Gaara pushed himself up against the wall of the classroom, he felt cornered.

"Gaara please calm down, I just want to see if you're okay. We were really worried about you. I know you don'-"

Gaara frowned, and like a fire in an instant his anger ignited.

"What the fuck would you know? You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. Stay the fuck away from me!"

I pushed the white eye away aggressively and a got to the door of the class room, where as quickly as his anger had come it depleted, "I have to go… Gym…" he said as he left the room. With each step away from Neji his regret grew. He had reacted badly, he didn't like being grabbed and cornered. He had felt like a caged animal. Not that Neji had caged him, it was the situation. He had never dealt with stuff like this before. It was… It was all too much; he broke out into a run till he got to the oval, where the strangest teacher was instructing.

"Ah about time you got here, these are your gym clothes go in there change. And tell the others to hurry up! I have a lesion to teach!"

Gaara walked in the males change rooms. There were masses of naked boys running up and down Averting his eyes he walked up the end looking for a change room with no one in it. Seeing one he walked in, set his clothes down and put his forehead against the wall.

"Hey." Said a voice behind him Gaara turned around to see a very naked Kiba. "So… How was your first class?" Kiba asked acting as if he wasn't naked.

Gaara felt like he had been punched, "It was uh pretty …fine."

Kiba laughed. "That's good. Are you going to get changed?"

"Umm yeah, yeah I am." Said Gaara turning round to face the wall. He stepped from one foot to the other. How to get out of changing in front of Kiba.

"Gaara?" said the dog nin behind him.

"Umm yes..?" Gaara looked around, the boy was still naked. Gaara turned back to the wall and fiddled with his shirt as if he was planning on taking it off.

"I was thinking.. About yesterday.."

Gaara frowned and watched the line of the white bricks. "Mmm."

"And well I think, well I hope you are alright, and I'm really sorry if I crossed a line. I mean Choji gets really high often and I have been stoned out of my mind a number of times, Ino likes pills, but you were pretty out of it. I was worried."

Gaara turned to stop him talking, to stop him. He didn't want to think, he didn't need this kind of shit. But then Kiba kept talking.

"It's just; I didn't know how to handle things. I have never been in that situation before."

Gaara froze, "so you…"

"Well you were really dirty; I thought a bath would help…"

"So when you don't know how to handle a situation you …bath?"

Kiba looked to the side and pulled a gym shirt over his head, "well I uh, I try and help… when I'm in a situation."

Gaara nodded seriously.

"Well, I'll uh… see you out there." Kiba said with an innocent smile

Gaara sat on the bench, Kiba had given him information he could use and more than that the dog nin wasn't avoiding him. The drugs had worked, they had helped him. Gaara took out the baggy and looked at it. How did something so seemingly innocent help him…. Make a friend? He grabbed a smaller dose than yesterday and rubbed it into gums. What came after friendship? Best friends, a girlfriend? He thought for a moment, what else was he suppose to want? Sex and a career?

"Mmm." He slipped on the floor as the drug took over his body and happiness spread throughout him. Noticing he was the last one in the change room he got up, changed, and went outside. He gasped, outside was amazing nature was beautiful.

"Ok now that everyone is here. For those that don't know, I am Guy, your gym teacher and your Taijutsu teacher. Now everyone gather into pairs."

Gaara saw Kiba come and stand next to him.

"Now face your partner. And show me how you can use your teamwork to outsmart the other teams in the obstacle course I have made."

Gaara turned and faced Kiba, he felt waves of energy spread through him. He looked Kiba in the eyes.

"Are you? …What did you do..?"

"Nothing. Its ok." said Gaara getting what would have usually been an uncomfortable (for him) distance closer to Kiba.

"Go Lee!" They heard Guy shout. All the other teams were doing the course, yet none as enthusiastically as one boy who seemed to be in a team by himself with a bowl haircut and bushy eyebrows.

"Sit down with me." Kiba said sitting and looking up at the clouds. Gaara did as requested; he didn't feel like running anyway.

"What did you take?"

"I dunno nothing. Why does it matter?"

"Why did you take something?"

"I dunno. It's alright though."

He heard Kiba sigh, Gaara lay back and looked at the beautiful sky.

"Don't worry. Let's just look at the clouds."

"Yeah ok." said Kiba lying back next to him. Their shoulders were touching.

"I see a rabbit." Gaara muttered.

"I see you." Gaara turned his head, Kiba was watching him. Then slowly, Kiba's hand moved a few strands of red hair out of his eyes. Gaara felt the touch go through him like electricity, and it wasn't bad.

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