AN: At the moment I'm rolling around on the floor only because I feel like it
This chapter is hella short. U MAD BRO?
AND KATRINA EAGLE BBY?
Your reviews make me fuckin' laugh – "Shit, Gaara. GAARA. The fuck?"
LOLOLOLOL BRO I KINDA DIED FOR A SECOND
Author: scandalousss. YES. YES I AM AWARE THAT THERE ARE THREE FUCKING S'S I JUST THOUGHT IT LOOKED COOLER OKAY
Warnings: Uhm, blood, AND CUSSING WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN WARNING YOU
Song: I Summon You by Spoon. I would fucking MARRY the first man I meet that listens to Spoon. I FUCKING LOVE SPOON.
I find men with a music taste similar to mine attractive as fucking hell. Like…bang bang bang
Disclaimer: I disclaimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmcookies.
Unbeta'd. If that wasn't already apparent…#toolazytoproofread
Hope you like my shit.
You know that bitter, burning feeling in the pit of your stomach when you know – you're downright positive – something's wrong but you refuse to admit it? Your palms get sweaty and you're constantly looking over your shoulder, and you can't look anyone in the eye…
The school bells rang but I didn't hear them. I just registered myself leaving the classroom before anyone could tell me otherwise. I saw Kakashi eyeing me as I flew out the door, my backpack lazily slung over my shoulder, my footsteps giving a sharp tap against the tiles.
I heard Sakura's calls far behind me, mingled with the messy chatter of the other students.
"Awh man, I'm gonna go straight home and sleep."
"How's seven?"
"So much fucking homework…"
I ignored her and kept my pace. I still had to keep my cool exterior intact, no matter what my subconscious was telling me. I took heavier steps than usual, but my hands were in my pockets. I was still breathing.
But the air was so cold.
I had already made up my mind. I was going straight to Naruto's house and beating the moron to a bloody pulp. How dare he.
How fucking dare he scare me like this.
Like he actually means something to me.
"Sasuke, Uchiha-sama demanded that you come home from school straight away. It's best that I do not detour."
"I don't care what he says. Take me to Naruto's."
The driver let out a sigh and nodded, as I slumped in my seat and crossed my arms. He knew there was no use trying to change my mind.
He pulled up in front of Naruto's apartment after a silent drive and I quickly kicked the door open, leaving the driver wordlessly and climbing up the stairs. My fingers glided against the railing, as my feet took a sharp turn and climbed up the next flight.
My eyes made contact with a red door.
I found that I couldn't bring myself to open it. Was I afraid of what was inside?
No, don't be fucking stupid. There's nothing in there. You're just overreacting.
The key almost slipped through my fingers as I jammed it into the keyhole, twisting it and flinging the door open.
I walked right in, and I noticed with discomfort how the air didn't smell like it usually did at Naruto's house. There was no warmth. It was eerily silent…
It lacked a sense of Naruto.
I stepped right past his kitchen, my footsteps muffled into the carpet. It was all…empty.
I tapped my knuckles on the wall, wondering if Naruto was just being a lazy idiot and was still in bed sleeping. When there was no sign of movement I knocked harder, and I heard the crackle of the wall crumbling.
Confusion.
Fear.
Deep, deep disconcertion.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something on the carpet. I made my way towards it, towards Naruto's bedroom. It was almost obvious Naruto wasn't home, but where the fuck was he then? He was too young to drive…and it's not like he was kidnapped or something. The apartment would be a complete mess if he were taken against his will – no way would he give in without a fight. And who would kidnap Naruto out of all people?
And that's what was so worrying.
My heart was beating quicker than it should have.
My fingers were still.
My eyes were narrowed.
I took.
Small.
Quiet.
Steps.
At a time.
I saw a pale hand peeking out of the bedroom door.
I can't. I just can't.
Why were my feet still moving?
Why was I screaming?
Why was there so much blood?
Gaara had been staring out the window for the past two hours, his eyes outlining the tree branches and the clouds. The gentle ticking of the branches against the window and the sun slowly disappearing under the earth was almost like a painting, fast forwarded.
Because right now, it hurt to think.
"…I saw him yesterday."
He barely registered a shift in sight as his walked right out his front door. The redhead ruffled and got even messier in the bitter wind – even in the middle of summer – and the sky threatened more rain. It was all so dark…
There were almost no cars on the road.
"It's Sasuke…I can't just…"
The bells attached the door jingled as Gaara flung the tattoo shop door open. A blonde woman appeared, peering her head out of the backroom. Her hair was stuck in four spiky ponytails, her eyes a shallow teal. Her voice was gruff, and annoyed, "The hell Gaara? The shop's been closed for hours," she stared at Gaara from her desk, tapping her sharply manicured fingernails on the hard surface.
If Gaara was uncomfortable from his sister's hard look, he surely didn't show it. His back was kept straight, his eyes were stone. He glared at Temari, "Didn't know where else to go."
"Yeah, well, just don't fuck shit up, okay?" Temari said, grinning, and turned her attention back to her phone, furiously tapping at tiny keys, filling the shop with squeaky beeps every time a button was pressed.
Fortunately, the store was completely empty after seven, save for the walls covered in tattoo designs and the empty customer seats. There were needles scattered here and there on the floor, the air smelled musky and strongly of ink – it was exactly what Gaara wanted.
Somewhere quiet.
Where he wasn't exactly alone.
He wordlessly stepped into the back room, feeling Temari's curious eyes on his back.
"I only know I've met you three hours ago but…I still want you to be happy." Naruto smiled sincerely, placing a hand on my shoulder. My eyes widened hysterically and I didn't even flinch at his contact. "Stop avoiding people, and live up to your life that you wanna lead…"
He was touching me, talking to me…
He was treating me like…a human?
A person?
A friend?
Gaara squeezed his eyes shut as his back slid down the wall.
A loud clashing came from dorm room. I didn't know if I was supposed to open the door or just walk away and pretend I didn't hear anything. But I decided to fuck caution and flung the door open, only to see Kiba against the wall, held up by his shirt and Naruto with his fist drawn back ready to strike.
"Calm the fuck down! I was just kidding, Naruto!"
"What the hell do you know about anything? You think that's a joke?" Naruto's eyes flashed red as he stared fiercely into Kiba's eyes, glaring murder.
"I didn't mean it – I didn't know! I'm sorry, Naruto, I didn't know about your parents…I didn't know…"
Naruto dropped Kiba onto the floor with a thump, and whipped around, shoving past me and down the hall. There were curious heads popping out of dorm rooms, wondering where all the yelling and crashing was coming from. Eyes followed Naruto as he ran down the hall, pushing past anyone in the way.
Of course I ran after him.
Gaara heard the soft trickle of rain against the window. Rain? Again?
"I know you're standing there."
Well of course he did.
I appeared out from behind the car and calmly stepped towards Naruto's standing figure. His back was towards me, and he was staring out into the empty sky, hands squeezed into fists. I didn't stop until my back was flush against his.
Warm.
He smelled like lavender.
"What are you doing…?" Even though I couldn't see Naruto's face, I knew it was probably scrunched into that adorable expression every time he was confused or wasn't sure about something. He seemed almost hesitant; like he wasn't even sure I was standing there, his heartbeat so close to mine.
It felt so warm.
"I'm trying to be a friend," I whispered into his hair, almost afraid he'd hear me, "it's what you told me, right?"
Naruto stiffened against my back but didn't say anything. He just squeezed his fists tighter, before letting his fingers go in a sign of pure defeat. He turned right around, and buried his face into my chest. He held on, clutching my shirt in his fingers, holding on for dear life…
Lavender.
He smells like lavender, and rose petals.
"Don't let go…"
Gaara had already left the tattoo shop, leaving Temari on her face asleep on her desk. The rain had stopped again, and the concrete was a dark grey – the bottoms of Gaara's shoes scratching against the sidewalk with every step.
He read the street sign – Dansel Street.
Maybe Naruto was at the café.
Wasn't he always?
There was something deeply disconcerting about having the city of Konoha so deadly quiet and cold – the birds weren't even humming – and the streets we practically empty….
Gaara saw a halo of sunshine at the end of the sidewalk.
Only one person could have hair as blonde as that.
Keeping a steady pace, the redhead stalked towards to bobbing head of bight blonde hair, not knowing why. Why was it so urgent…? Why were his feet moving so fast…?
I haven't heard his voice in days.
I miss him.
No, I don't. I don't miss people.
What am I saying?
Do I even believe myself?
Is it gonna rain again?
Blue eyes widened as Naruto stepped onto the road, preparing to cross. The road was slick from drying rain…Konoha's dead silence was brutally interrupted by the screeching of car tires against pavement.
"Naruto!"
You know that feeling, when you know something is going to happen and you can't do anything to stop it?
You just stand there, or run, or just look…watch…
Are you mad now?
Are you angry?
Do you wish it could've been you?
In local stories, at exactly 8:00PM there was a brutal car accident involving two cars and one young pedestrian on the intersection of Dansel and Kante. While there were no reports any drivers' injuries, the young man, by the name of Naruto Uzumaki, was impacted directly head on by the on-coming cars while crossing the street to the Nille Café. He is currently at the local Konoha hospital, but his condition is yet to be clarified.
Sasuke eyes didn't want to see this. No one in their right mind would. Blood. There was just so much blood, again. Memories he'd rather have kept buried, came streaming out of his eyes…
Not again, damn it.
Why him?
If I had never come…
What if we were never even friends in the first place…?
What then?
What would matter then?
It was so loud, the blaring of the ambulance and the screams were stinging his ears. He muffled them, by clamping his hands on his ears. But it wasn't enough; his eyes were open.
The grey was slowly being painted a crimson red…
OH MY FUCKING GOD I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY IT TURNED OUT THIS WAY.
I HATE IT. ITS SO DUMB AND STUPID BUT I'M SO LAZY IDFK ITS 4AM
IT'S ALL VAGUE, AND FUCKIN…BORING. It's honestly just a phase, (I fucking hope so or I swear I'm just going to BITCH all of da FUCKIN' place) since I'm been suffering writer's block and writer's block CAN FUCKING SUFFOCATE AND DIE FOR ALL I CARE
This goddamn motherfuckin' piece of shit son of a bitch cunt asshole bitch chapter is a filler. Yeah a filler. Yeah.
…THAT
I hope the next chapter will clarify a couple things, but until then I ain't sayin' SHITTTETETETTTTT.
Poor Gaara-chan. I just wanna hug him into a pile of mushy goo.
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