Chapter 7
"-ghost…." Kimimaro blinked and let go of Orochimaru's arm in shock. "It can't be. Y-you're alive. But how?"
His eyes narrowed in anger. He looked to see Orochimaru staring at the Uchiha and only felt that anger rise. He turned back to the newcomer.
"You're not Itachi. He's dead…no one seen him for the last two years," he barked. Kimimaro started walking up to the guy.
"I couldn't deal with everything knowing how many people I had hurt. I had to get away for a while. Gaara helped me in the worst way."
Itachi walked over to Gaara's limp body and laid him carefully on the bench.
"What the hell happened to you? The old Itachi didn't even care for this brat." Kimimaro stepped closer to the other male.
Itachi looked up and glared. "I changed," he said harshly. "Gaara helped me. It's a shame he didn't help you too, you need it."
Kimimaro growled and aimed his fist at Itachi's face. Itachi ducked with lightning speed and grabbed his arm.
"Fine then. If you want to fight…"
The raven swung his fist into Kimimaro's gut and then into his chest when the other male doubled over in pain. There was a sickening snap as one of Kimimaro's ribs cracked. He coughed up blood and somehow managed to get in some good hits. But they did almost nothing to help as he suffered blow after blow from Itachi.
Orochimaru watched to two boys dish it out from the shadows, feeling conflicted on whether to jump in or not. Kimimaro was his friend…but Itachi…Itachi was special. And how would it seem if he fought against him right after he returned? His eyes darted to the side as someone ran in; Neji. The brunette ran over to Gaara and scooped him up protectively. Orochimaru watched as he proceeded to carry the redhead away. He didn't stop them. Why bother? He couldn't hold anything against Gaara now that he knew Itachi was still alive. He searched inside himself and found that the hatred he held for the other boy was no longer there. He didn't hate him. If anything, he envied him.
Itachi noticed a flash out of the corner of his eye and saw Neji carrying Gaara away. He landed one last, hard punch in Kimimaro's face, laying him low.
He stood and glared down at him, letting his eyes flicker to Orochimaru. "You guys get it now?" he asked, breathing heavily. "Leave Gaara alone or you'll have to deal with me. "I'm dead but alive. You don't want to know what I can do."
With those last words, he left.
Kimimaro couldn't understand what was going on. In high school Itachi had been mean to everyone. Even his own family didn't mess with him. Now he was completely different. It made absolutely no sense.
The boy slowly got to his feet, wincing and cursing as his body pained all over. One hand clutched at his bruised stomach and the other wiped blood from under his nose. He shakily walked over to Orochimaru.
"Come on, we're leaving," he rasped. He grabbed his hand and lead him away. "That wasn't Itachi. That guy was completely different. He looks like that Sai kid Haku's been hanging around."
Orochimaru said nothing. Was there a chance that that man hadn't really been Itachi? It was dark, but he had been so sure! Although the way he had acted had been strange. The Itachi they knew was cold, practically heartless. He had been the one to hurt Gaara, not help him. Why would he be different all of a sudden?
I don't like this, Orochimaru thought. Things are getting weird.
Neji carefully laid Gaara on the bed and brushed back some of his hair, giving one last gaze before heading to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, thoughts tumbling in his head. Why would Gaara just leave like that? He knows Orochimaru's after him. Besides, I'm his fucking boyfriend. Didn't he think I'd be worried if I woke up and he was fucking gone?
He smoothed his hands over his face, wiping the water out of his eyes. He saw Gaara in mirror, standing in the doorway with a unhappy expression.
"You're mad again," he said sadly. The redhead turned to walk away.
Neji felt a tug at his heart. He quickly went over and grabbed Gaara's hand. "Of course I'm not! I was worried sick about you. Why would you go out like that?" he asked, desperation slipping out. "You couldn't just tell me?"
"I'm sorry. I…I just needed to get out by myself for a while. Being locked up in this room drives me insane." Gaara looked down and clung at Neji's shirt as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him.
"It's alright," Neji said soothingly. "Just tell me next time. I don't mind going with you."
"Alright."
Neji kissed Gaara's forehead and unraveled their arms. He sat on the bed and laid back.
"Itachi and Kabuto are going to our school, but they won't be in any of your classes. And Haku will be there too."
"Mm hmm," Gaara mumbled lying down on top of Neji. "So… you're really not mad?"
He gently planted a kiss on his boyfriend's lips.
"No," Neji replied, wrapping his arms around the redhead. He gasped. "Especially when you do that," he breathed as Gaara started sucking and kissing his neck.
He ran his hands down and gently squeezed Gaara's ass.
"But as nice as this is…"
Neji flipped them over and smirked at Gaara's gasp of surprise.
"I'm always on top."
He pinned the redhead's arms above his head when the boy squirmed at the change in position.
"You know, I must agree with Itachi. You look so hot when you're all helpless and needy. Especially when you're on the bottom."
"Shut up," Gaara said, leaning up to kiss Neji. "We don't have a lot of time-"
"I know."
Neji released Gaara's hands and used his to pull up the hem of the redhead's t-shirt. Gaara shivered as his shirt was bunched up under his arms and his chest was exposed. Neji gave him a once-over before latching his lips onto one of the nipples that had popped up from the cool air. Gaara mewled and arched his back as the wet tongue flicked over the sensitive nub before it moved to the other.
"Neji…"
The brunette looked up at Gaara's flushed face at the sound of the soft moan. He smirked and nipped at the protruding nub, enjoying the yelp that emitted from Gaara. Said redhead gulped silently, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Neji leaned up and sucked on it roughly, only breaking apart when the other boy started tugging on the hem of his shirt. He sat back and pulled off the offensive clothing, before wiggling out of his jeans, wincing as the coarse material grazed his erection.
Once Gaara's clothing was removed as well, he began sliding his hands up and down the other male's smooth sides, kissing and sucking his neck. He trailed kisses down his torso, and Gaara shivered as Neji paused to dip his tongue into his bellybutton. The redhead practically sobbed with want when Neji grabbed the base of his erection and pumped it gently, sliding the leaking tip into his mouth and sucking. But then he moaned with loss when Neji suddenly pulled away.
His eyes, which he didn't remember closing, flew open to see the brunette grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Feeling a small surge of boldness, the redhead reached out and took the bottle from the brunette, squirting some of the liquid into his hand. Neji gasped in surprise as Gaara began lathering his erection with the lube, the boy's smooth hand sending waves of pleasure through his groin. He groaned and arched his back. He resisted the urge to buck into the good sensation, knowing it would get better within a moment.
"Mmm, Gaara it's too good…y-you have to stop," Neji stuttered.
The redhead bit his lip and laid back on the bed. Neji shakily snatched the lube back from Gaara and proceeded to prepare him quickly, growing eager from the soft, sensual noises his boyfriend was making.
He positioned himself at Gaara's puckered entrance and steadily pushed his way in, grunted and shuddering at the tight heat. Gaara tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure as Neji filled him, stretching him to his limits. The brunette pulled out slowly and slammed in hard, before picking up a pace, getting faster and faster. Gaara bucked his hips up and nearly screamed when Neji hit something inside of him and he saw white. Neji grinned evilly and hit the boy's prostate again dead-on.
"Neji!"
The redhead wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled himself up. He moaned in relief as his erection rubbed against Neji's smooth stomach, and yelped as his prostate was hit from a different angle.
"Mmm, Neji-Neji I'm gonna cum…"
He groaned into Neji's shoulder as he convulsed and splattered his cum over their chests. Neji breath hitched as the impossible heat around his cock tightened, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Gaara," he breathed, as he released inside his boyfriend.
They both collapsed onto the bed. Neji weakly lifted his hips to pull out of Gaara and roll over. They were both panting.
"That-that was good," Neji managed, his face flushed.
"Yeah," Gaara replied, his face the same color.
Neji leaned over to kiss Gaara's forehead. "You know I love you, right?"
Tired as he was, Gaara managed to raise an eyebrow grin humorously. "Oh, really?"
Neji tugged his ear, pouting a little. "I'm serious!"
"Uh huh. Well, I just take it that you're not mad anymore."
"Of course not."
Neji rested his head next to Gaara's and they both fell asleep.
"Oi! Wake up in there!" A loud voice ordered, a fist banging on the door.
Neji's eyes flew open, and he sat up and yawned, looking over at Gaara. He gently shook the sleeping boy's shoulder.
"C'mon, we gotta get up for school."
"Whoop-dee-fucking-do," Gaara mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
They both got out of bed and proceeded to brush teeth, comb hair, and get dressed. They met the whole group outside in the hall, and then eventually went to their separate classes. Haku and Gaara of course were in the same class, and Haku hurried ahead of him. Gaara made to follow him, but he was suddenly grabbed and yanked back. It was Deidara and Sasori.
"What do you guys want? Leave me alone. I'll get-" Gaara was shoved against the wall before he could finish.
"Don't say it. Don't you dare say his name," Deidara hissed. "If you're going to say anything about Itachi, tell all of us. We both know that he's back, but no one believes us. Tell me; how the hell did he survive that fall?"
Deidara put his cool hand to Gaara's neck, pushing hard on it with the juncture between his thumb and pointer finger. The redhead gagged and unsuccessfully tried to pull the hand from his throat. He sighed.
"Alright, alright, loosen up already!"
Deidara pulled his hand away ever so slightly.
"Yes, he fell off the roof, but he didn't die, obviously. He went into a coma for a year. When he woke up he told his friend Kabuto to tell everyone that he was dead, but he told me, Sasuke, and Neji that he was alive. He needed to get better, so he moved in with Kabuto. They made a deal that Kabuto would nurse him back to health, and together they would get rid of Kimimaro for stealing Orochimaru from them. And now Itachi feels guilty for hurting me in high school, so he helps us out. That's all there is."
Gaara began prying Deidara's hand from his neck. "Now you know, so leave me alone," he said coldly.
"You better not be lying, Gaara," the blond hissed. He released Gaara and the two boys stalked off.
Gaara gently put his hand to his neck, shivering at the memory of having fingers wrapped around them. He needed some fresh air. Maybe a walk. He knew Neji would be mad, especially for skipping class as well. He shrugged off the imminent guilt, and left the building, walking briskly to a nearby park. He plopped down with a sigh and laid down, putting his arms behind his head.
A heavy weight had settled in his chest, threatening to spread and smother him. Why couldn't things be like they were before? He wished he could go back to his old life, when he was a mute and he could be with his siblings. He missed them so much. But those days were gone, and now he was everybody's target. He hated it; detested it with all his heart.
He sat up and pulled a piece of glass out of his pocket. He held it at his wrist, the hand holding it trembling slightly. He glared at his wrist, the blue vein showing through his pale skin. It would be so easy…No! He couldn't. He couldn't kill himself.
Gaara growled in the back of his throat and threw the piece of glass on the ground were it shattered.
No matter how suicidal his thoughts would be, he could never bring himself to commit the heinous act. Not with Neji to hold on to.
He sighed and glanced around, before pulling his laptop out of his backpack. He signed on to AIM.
(IM)
Theonlyone: Hey guys.
Wind-goddess: Gaara you should be in class. How can you be on now?
Theonlyone: I didn't want to go. You know I don't like blood. I get sick every time I see it.
Kany6: Gaara! You know better! If you want to stay in that school, you have to go to EVERY class no matter what. You have Haku in your classes so you're not by yourself.
Theonlyone: You two don't ever understand. I'm always stuck in my room when I don't have classes. And I get sick if I see too much blood. I can't take it. I need a break.
Wind-goddess: I know Gaara, but you don't understand either. Things can't always go your way. Not to mention you worry Neji all the time. We want you to be happy. But you have to be safe too.
Kany6: Temari's right, Gaara. You need to go to classes or they'll kick you out. I mean it.
Theonlyone: Kankurou! The blood wakes up my other side! Do you want that to happen??? The doctor even told me that I'll end up on more pills if it happens again, and then I'll be strapped to a bed in an asylum, and I'll never get out! You want that to happen to me?
Kany6: Of course not! Are you crazy?
Theonlyone: I fucking will be soon!
Wind-goddess: Watch it, Gaara! We're just worried about you is all. We know how you can get. Pushing Itachi off the roof was one thing but what if you hurt Neji or one of the others? You need to think about this thing Gaara. You're hurting Neji just by not telling him why you left or where you're going. He worries more than we do.
Theonlyone: I know. But I just need to be away from him sometimes. I'll be in my classes later. I promise you guys.
Kany6: Okay but if you don't I'm coming up there and I'm going to kick your ass Gaara! Mwahaha!
Theonlyone: …that's what you like to think. I'll talk to you guys later.
Wind-goddess: Hey Gaara don't forget that you need to go to the doctors Monday.
Theonlyone: I don't want too go and you can't make me. I've been good and I'm not sick anymore. I'm perfectly fine.
Wind-goddess: Well, we have to go Gaara. Me and Kankurou actually go to classes. So we'll talk to you later. Love ya. Bye.
Kany6: Yeah ttyl.
(End of IM)
Gaara signed off after his brother and sister did and put the laptop back in his book bag. He was about to sit up until someone held him down.
"You know that it's not good to be by yourself. And I never knew that you didn't like blood." The person smiled cruelly.
Gaara's heart sank.
"Please leave me alone. I don't want to fight today. I just want to go back to my room." Gaara looked away from Orochimaru.
"You can go back, but you're not going to your room. You're coming to mine." Orochimaru picked Gaara up and carried him to Kimimaro's car.
Gaara tried to free himself, kicking his legs and clawing at the man's back, but it didn't work. He ended up bound, gagged and thrown into the back seat of the car. He was so helpless. What the hell was wrong with him?
When the car finally stopped, there was the sound of doors being opened and Gaara found himself being yanked out roughly. He was thrown over Orochimaru's shoulder and carried to a room. By then, he had stopped struggling. He was unceremoniously tossed on a bed, and his arms were put in handcuffs. Orochimaru looked upset as he did the task, but he avoided eye contact and didn't say anything. The pale man left the room, his long, dark hair swishing behind him. Now he was all alone with Kimimaro. A sense of dread filled his entire being.
Kimimaro walked over to the bed and sat down next to Gaara. A sadistic smirk graced his lips. He ran his hand up and down Gaara's side, the redhead instantly drawing away from him.
"You know that I find it funny," Kimimaro started, "that you got Itachi on your side, but why the hell did you have to bring him to this school? I wanted Orochimaru to myself and not have him thinking that his lover is back." Kimimaro had hissed the last words.
He pulled out a knife and placed it at his neck. "I should cut you to pieces now, but then that wouldn't be fun."
Gaara tried to get out of the cuffs, but if was no use. "This is between you and me, asshole!" he yelled," struggling all the while. "Leave my friends and Neji out of this!"
Kimimaro grinned and tsk-tsked him. "But you see Gaara, if I don't pull them into this, you won't cooperate with me. You see, I want Itachi gone. Dead. I want-no- I need you to kill him. Do it, and I'll leave you alone. I'll leave your friends and precious boyfriend alone too."
Kimimaro stood up, the evil grin still plastered to his face. "You have three months to give me your answer. If you don't I'll go after Neji and your friends. Got it?"
"Why don't you just kill Itachi yourself? You bastard!" Gaara snarled.
Bad move. Kimimaro pulled his fist back and punched him right in the face. Gaara yelped in pain and flinched when Kimimaro moved again. But that time it was to un-cuff his wrists.
"Three months, Gaara."
Gaara got back to his room at 9. Neji was already there, and Gaara knew that he was pissed since he didn't go to class or tell him that he wasn't going. Gaara used his key and opened the door as quietly as possible. He knew confronting Neji was inevitable, but still he winced in anticipation as the door creaked loudly. First things first, Gaara went to the freezer and pulled out an ice-pack for his sore face. He pressed it to his face and sighed, relishing the relief, despite the iciness.
He dropped his book bag next to his desk and pulled out his laptop. He sat down and opened it, but before he could turn it on, someone slammed it shut. Gaara froze, afraid to look up. Yeah, Neji was definitely pissed. Gaara tried to move away, but Neji held him to the chair and turned him around.
"Why?" Neji's voice was quiet, and Gaara shrank back, hearing the smoldering anger.
"Why do you do this to me, Gaara?!" Neji was yelling at him.
Gaara look down, Neji scowled and put his hand under Gaara's chin, making him look up. "Why, Gaara?" He saw his lover's eye look down. "Gaara, look me in the eyes or I'm not talking to you for the next four weeks."
Reluctantly, Gaara let his eyes flicker up to the angry brunette.
"I'm sorry. I needed some air, and I didn't want you skipping your classes for me. I can handle myself, you know. Don't be mad; I did it because I wanted to. I told Temari and Kankurou. Alright?"
"Gaara, you knew that I would be upset with you if you did this. How can I forgive you? You don't understand how it hurts me when you don't tell me things and then when I go looking for you, I never find you. But when I do, you're hurt or out cold. It worries me sick, Gaara! I'm afraid that I'll find you dead or locked up. I don't want that to happen. Please, Gaara? Tell me where you go for now on. I worry about you every time I'm not with you. With people like Kimimaro and Orochimaru walking around, it's not safe. I don't know what they'll do to you!" Neji leaned back and felt a pang of guilt when he saw the redhead's face. He lean in and kissed him. "I love you, Gaara," he said softly.
"I love you too, Neji. I'm sorry if I worry you, but this is my fight. Not yours. I don't want my friends getting hurt because of me."
Neji smiled. "Fine, but I want to help as much as I can. No buts," he added, when Gaara opened his mouth to protest. "I want to help and so will the others whether you like it or not. I know that you don't need us or want us to be in the battle, but we're putting ourselves in this fight." Neji pulled Gaara to the bed and they laid down together. "Let get so sleep and we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Okay, Neji. I love you." Gaara closed his eyes.
"I love you too, Gaara" Neji kissed him and he too fell to sleep.
End of chapter
I hope you guys like this. I've been working hard on this and it was easy. Yes, I brought Itachi back. I couldn't keep him out of the story. I messed him too much lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
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