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Alright, alright, alright.
I updated.
Sheesh.
Only joking. Much Love!
-Olly
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"Kimimaru stop!" a teacher yelled. "Somebody call the police. This boy's unconscious!"
Gaara watched from the back of the room as the skinny sick kid continued beating the blonde boy. Gaara hated that blonde kid. He was always loud and stupid…but the sick kid…with his dingy, greasy white hair. Sure, Gaara had something against Naruto, but what did Mr. Under the Weather have against him? Most of the time Sicky was incoherent anyways. What gave him the right to beat up on Blondie? That wasn't his place. It made something deep inside Gaara stir. He wanted to hurt the sick kid. Teach him his lesson.
Naruto was already out cold, bloody, and bruised. Gaara looked at the red enviously. That was Gaara's blood. That sick kid had no right to draw that blood before he did.
"Please! Someone call for help! Kimimaru, stop!" another person called.
All this trouble over one idiot person. Gaara wanted to end it. This kid didn't deserve to live anymore. A haziness dropped over Gaara's mind. He drew his knife. Stupid kid, getting on his nerves. He laughed and let it go where it wanted to.
Ha! Stupid idiot.
Now see what happens?!
This is all your fault!
And now you're…
Dead…
.
.
.
"Gaara? Gaara! Gaara get up! Get UP!"
Shut up… Something was tugging at his shoulder.
"Gaara please, please get up!"
He tried to push it away, be he felt like he was in water. He couldn't move. He was suffocating.
A new voice: "Gaara! Get up man, c'mon!"
Kankuro?
"Gaara, please, you're scaring us. Please, please get up!"
Temari?
A loud groan erupted from the back of Gaara's throat. He rolled over and weakly tried to sit up. He was shaking, and cold, and his clothes were clinging to his skin. Reflexively, he tried to swing one leg out of the bed, but he couldn't support his own weight. His body toppled to the floor. Temari gasped and helped him sit back up. She leaned down next to him.
"Gaara?"
His hand shot up so fast and hit her so forcefully that she, too, fell the ground. She gasped in pain and surprise. Kankuro knelt down next to his sister. "What the hell?" he demanded.
"Get the…the fuck away from me…" Gaara's words were slurred, and he couldn't see straight. His stomach was burning so badly that it was painful to move, and his head swam. This man was no longer Gaara. This man wouldn't, or couldn't, recognize who or where he was. He was functioning purely on instinct, like a trapped animal. He had to get out of this place. When he tried to stand up and walk, he barely made it out the door before her shuddered violently and wretched all the contents of his stomach into the hallway. He coughed and sputtered as the acid drew tears.
Finally, Subaku no Gaara fell unconscious, and made not another movement.
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*buzzer sound*
I'm sorry. There were no correct answers to the question asked.
I apologize to anyone who was hoping for a wet dream, or a dream about Sakura in general. That was my original plan, but the plot changed and I went with this.
A shout out, however, does go to animal cracker assassinator and Hamano Ayumu for guessing Gaara's overdose, though it's not as severe as I assume you were thinking.
Alright, there ya go. Another chapter. With a cliff hanger.
Yay!
-Olly BaaBaa-Chan