OMG everyone fainted right? How the hell did I update in a week? Well, I did, and I am happy.

Oh, and you'll probably notice I went on a chapter naming spree. The name of this chapter randomly popped into my head, then names for the other chapters followed in the same kind of style or theme or whatever. And so... yeah, the chapters have been named. Before I didn't want to name the chapters because they can give you hints or clues as to what's gonna happen in the chapter and I don't like that... but hey I had the names so I couldn't just leave em in my head.

I have another recommendation for peoples. If you like funny, read JPod by Douglas Coupland. Absolutely hilarious, I was biting my tongue just so I wouldn't burst out into laughter in class. (and I'm only on page 72 out of 516 pages filled with utter randomness, literally there's 18 pages in a row of just numbers and one page with "nice parking, asshole" in the center in small font, and that's it- but it is brilliant!). Okay... to continue to the actual chapter dial 1-800-SASUNARUSMUT...

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Concrete Angel

Chapter Fourteen:

Worry, worry, worry. That seemed to be the only thing Sasuke ever did this past week. With each new day, Naruto changed more and more, giving the raven more to dwell over. Darker make-up, spiked bracelets, black painted fingernails, but the most drastic change Sasuke noticed was nothing to do with fashion. Naruto's expression became sullen with each new day, and his eyes were dull and listless. What hurt Sasuke the most, was that he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Just four days earlier Sasuke had confronted the blonde, telling him everything he'd found out about Gaara and his sibling's pasts. Naruto surprisingly said that he already knew everything about Gaara's past and that it wasn't his fault. And the more Sasuke tried to convince him otherwise, the angrier he got.

"He understands me perfectly. We're the same. You could never understand the pain me and him have been through!" was the last words from Naruto's mouth before he stormed off.

Sasuke sighed loudly, once again watching the darker version of his Naruto walk down the hallway with his newfound "friends." People quickly moved out of their path. Most people were afraid of Gaara and now that Naruto was hanging out with him, no one pestered the Uzumaki.

Also with each new day, Naruto's arm had healed enough that he no longer needed it in a sling, his bruises were fading rapidly, and no new bruises or injuries were appearing. Gaara's presence was not only fending off students and villagers, but Emi's violence as well. It made Sasuke both relieved and... scornful. Gaara had achieved what Sasuke had wished so desperately that he could do. But it wasn't like he was jealous of the redheaded juvenile.

Sasuke's dark eyes widened as he continued to watch the group. They'd just passed him and between Temari and Kankuro, who were trailing behind, he saw that the blonde's hand was firmly held within the redhead's. Okay, so he was little jealous.

"Dude, you okay? You look like smoke should be fuming out your ears." A familiar, sarcastic voice just barely got through to the raven. "Yo! Anyone home?" Kiba knocked on the raven's skull, just lightly but enough to make Sasuke's eyes twitch in irritation.

"What?" Sasuke growled through gritted teeth.

"Geez, someone's PMSing."

For this Kiba received a glare more deadly than Sasuke's usual glares. But he just huffed loudly, turning away from the sight which urged him very strongly to show his violent side.

"Oh will you look at that." Kiba spoke up in his very loud voice. Sasuke saw his head nod in the direction his attention had once been so strongly set on. "Figures. It's always the disturbed weirdos who turn out to be fa-"

"Don't say it!" Sasuke snapped, cutting off the discriminatory word about to fall from the Inuzuka's lips.

"What? It's not like it's not true. It's very clear they're being all homosexual together." Kiba stated casually, like it was nothing.

"Yeah well..." Sasuke grumbled, he hated that word but he hated the truth in Kiba's statement. They were showing signs of affection, openly, and it angered him to the very core.

"Man, I didn't know you were so sensitive about gays. You got something you need to get out of that closet?"

Again Kiba received a sidelong glare, but it was more like the usual annoyed-at-his-stupidity kind of glare, not the I-will-throw-you-off-a-cliff-overlooking-giant-spikes-then-drop-what's-left-of-you-into-a-boiling-pit-of-acid.

"Alright, alright. Chill." Kiba backed away in mock fear that wasn't completely fake.

"Whatever," Sasuke grumbled once again, turning and walking down the hall in the opposite direction of the "lovely couple" with a scowl on his clearly pissed off face.

"Gaara, what are you-" He cut his own sentence short as his breathing stopped. The redhead was so close that he could feel the heat of his breath. Chills ran down his spine as his arm was caressed, lightly yet harshly due to his nail digging into him slightly. Gaara's mouth found his way to Naruto's neck, bitting and licking and making Naruto gasp loudly. The blonde was not used to such touch, in fact the only time his neck had been 'attacked' like that was the Gaara had bit him and it evoked feelings that he'd never felt before. They were both painful and pleasant. He bit hard then licked the bit thoroughly with his sensitive tongue.

After school Gaara made many advances, each day it would be longer and more powerful. But they were always aimed at his neck and his hands stayed firmly on his thighs. Naruto expected to have his first kiss being taken, but Gaara avoided his face completely. He didn't know if this was a good or a bad thing, and the strange thing was... he didn't know if he even wanted Gaara to give any attention to his face, especially his lips.

They did talk, however. Mostly about pain, the past and the present - almost the opposite of how he talked with Sasuke, where they never talked about the past and mostly about the future. Gaara didn't like talking about the future, he lived in the moment and dwelled on the past as many would put it. But with pasts such as theirs, it was hard not to constantly think and look back on it obsessively.

Today, as they'd walked down the hallway, a person bumped into Naruto and Gaara's instant reaction was to predatorily grasp his hand and give the person a deathly glare. Naruto was both shocked, and somewhat flattered by this action. He felt reassured by the contact, yet weakened at the dominance. Strange how things could be so condescending. This suddenly made him compare the fearful yet connected feeling he had with Gaara which made him feel like he belonged, to the confusing, breathtaking feelings he felt with Sasuke which made him feel appreciated. He knew he liked both of them but even though Sasuke awoken something deep in his heart, he would never be able to truly know and relate to him, because the Uchiha never had a life like he and Gaara shared.

Sasuke continued his brooding in all his classes, even distressing some of the teachers. But not many were brave enough to bother him. Some of his closer friends asked if anything was wrong. He denied, of course, but his angry and depressed expression clearly contradicted his words which were also laced with irritation. He didn't pay attention in class and even Ibiki didn't seem to mind this, Kiba fidgeted next to him incessantly in that class however which annoyed everyone. It was obvious he was worried for his friend but the tapping of his foot, shifting every which way in his seat and the drumming of his fingers on his desk was aggravating everyone in the classroom. Needless to say, Ibiki got sick of "understanding" and every time Kiba moved a muscle slammed his fist onto his desk, jump-starting him into keeping still.

Math had been the only class where his mind hadn't been painstakingly focused on Naruto and Gaara, or rather Naruto with Gaara. And when his mind wasn't utterly jealous beyond all reason, he thought about the bad things Naruto could get into. The Sabaku's were obviously a mini-gang, and though they weren't official or large, they were dangerous. And Sasuke knew the dangers of gangs all too well.

Years ago, when he was only young, his older brother, Itachi, joined a gang. At the time he never knew this was the cause but with each new day he watched his role-model of a brother transform into someone he didn't even know. Each day his brother ignored him more and more, never spending time with him. He didn't know what was wrong, he thought maybe he didn't love him anymore, that he thought Sasuke was a disappointment just like their father had appeared to. Of course, that wasn't the case. He was merely spending more and more time with this gang and his dark nature he had locked away deep inside him emerged. He never showed any violent or mean or angry side to Sasuke, however, because he was his little brother and he probably still cared for him at the time. But then one day...

The raven shuddered at the thought. He couldn't even think that far, that would bring suppressed memories back to the surface and he could no longer ignore his past. Nonetheless... the outcomes of the gang involvement were horrendous and he could not bear to see someone change into the person his brother did, especially Naruto.

Suddenly it dawned on him. Society was messed up. Before Itachi became who he was now, everyone expected him to become a great person. He showed so much potential in school, his parents were extremely successful, and everyone loved him. But in the end, he wasn't the person everyone thought him out to be. Naruto was exactly the opposite. He was hated, expected by most people to be a failure and a criminal like his psychotic mother, but he wasn't who they assumed he was. Naruto was a good, caring person, but there was a possibility Gaara could take advantage of his cruel past and turn him into something he clearly was not. That was what concerned Sasuke the most.