Disclaimer: I do not in any way get any profit from the writing of this fanficton. I'm not a good enough writer for that (yet)

Warnings: Not much for this Chapter, slight cursing, eventualy yaoi(NarutoGaara)

Okay, so. This is not betaed, if you are interested in betaing this story, please MESSAGE me. I am sorry for all mistakes.

Important AN at bottom.

Reviews: Thanks everyone that reaviewed ^_^ I love you all and I'm so sorry for the wait on this capter . Oh, and Rascle...His past is confusing me as well. I hope this clears a little up, but both of there past will only be hintted at until they are fully chapter also ansswers how old they are.


Naruto left with promises to return when he could, and he made his way home. Unfourtantly, Kyubii would most likely still be there. Unless he was at a hotel, or at one of his 'partners' house. Naruto crossed the bridge and made his way into his shabby apartment, not bothering to call out that he was home. If anyone was there, he didn't want them to know that he was here.

Unfourtantly, luck was not with him today, and his guardian walked into Naruto's room with a bottle of beer in his hands. His red eyes were bloodshot and his handsome face was set in a scowl that promised consequences.

"Boy, I though' I told you before I left. There shoulda been no mess what so ever in dis house when I return! And you were ta keep all da bills paid and sent on time. But here I have a letter sayin' that I need ta pay fer da electricity, tha they never got their payment. So why is tha?? Huh boy?"

The man's drunken slur sounded hilarious (considering that, as a businessman, Kyubii usually had a very refined was of speaking), but Naruto knew that it wasn't a good thing. Kyuubi only got this drunk when business wasn't going well. So something must have happened at work; that was never good for Naruto. And that electricity had been paid for already. Naruto had gotten that message last week and had paid it with his own money (like always.)

Naruto tried to explain this to his drunken guardian, but to no avail. After all, since when did drunken people actually listen to reason?

"You shou be punished fer this, boy. But since I'm feeling generous tonight, you will only go without dinner. Really. I have been taken care a ya fer six years now. You should be way more grateful, brat!"

Kyuubi continued his verbal abuse, but he did nothing physical…Which just put Naruto on edge. Kyuubi had never seriously injured him, but the man never missed an opportunity to smack him around abit. A punch to the stomach, a kick in the ribs.

When he was taken from the orphanage when he was 11, he had thought it was great. That was until his guardian put him to work, doing his paperwork, cooking, and cleaning the house (In an actually maids outfit until he was 14, for Kyuubi's pleasure, of course.)

Then when he was old enough to have a job he had to be the one paying for the apartment, paying for their food, paying for everything else. Never mind that Kyuubi was the one with a very high paying job. Never mind that Kyuubi took all of HIS money.

Naruto was meant to be this man's personal assistant and house keeper. He knew that he only had one more year until he was home free, one more year until he was 18, until he would be able to go anywhere he wanted. Far away from this man.

Naruto's thoughts were inteupted by a bang on the door. Kyuubi also stopped his rant halfway through a sentence. Kyuubi looked at him for a moment, then gestured to the door and sneered.

"Well, what are you waiting for, a fukin invitation. Go get the damned door!"

Naruto got off of his bed and made his way towards the door of the apartment. Unfourtantly, he wasn't exactly prepared to see someone who should be in the hospital at his door. And he knew he was in even more trouble because 1. Kyuubi would never let his friend stay here. 2. This boy was supposed to be in the hospital. And 3. The boy didn't have any clothes, or even a bag. Well, fuck. That's just dandy.

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Gaara watched as the blond boy left. He didn't know why, but he was looking forward to the boys return. Gaara wasn't used to having people to talk to, he wasn't used to feeling safe anywhere. So why did he feel safe around the strange smiling blond haired man?

Questions for another time, he decided as a nurse came in.

"Sweetie. I'm just going to check your vitals here." She tried to put a blue wrap on his arm but he jerked away.

"When can I leave?" Gaara questioned the nurse with a look of pure hatred on his face.

Stupid hospitals, stupid cheerful nurses. Why can't they just leave him alone and let him go home. Even if he wasn't welcome at home, it didn't mean that they had thrown him out just yet.

"Well. Darling, I really don't know. We tried to reach your family, but the man who answered said that he didn't have a son anymore and to never call there again. So, would you happen to have another number? I'm sure we just had the wrong number." The nurse smiled and tried to reassure her less then cheery patient. Why did she always get the hard ones? She knew she should have worked in the maternity ward!

"No, that was my father. Do you have the number of the blond boy that comes to see me? He said that he would give a nurse named Shizune his info if I needed to reach him." His face showed no emotion, but on the inside he was hoping that Naruto (he remembered his name) had done as he said he would.

Gaara wanted out of this place, and he wanted out now.

The nurse looked at him for a moment and then sighed. "I will ask Shizune if she has his contact information." Her fake smile was faltered before going firmly back into place. "I'm sure that you father just had a misunderstanding though, son."

Gaara sighed. Did these people ever learn? He must say, he was quiet relieved when the nurse left on the promise that she would get to take his vitals if she went and got Shizune.

The nurse returned moments later with a piece of paper with a scrawled address on it.

"Shizune said that the boy mentioned that 'It was safer to only have the address, as his guardian would not take kindly to somebody asking for him on the phone'" She put her fingers up in air quotes as she relayed to him what the bond boy had said.

"So he only left an address. This is the apartment complex that you were near where you got hit, if I'm not mistaken. Now, about those vitals…"

Gaara let the women do whatever she wanted and asked her if he could leave. He knew that typically a family member or guardian would have to sign him out, but the nurse seemed to want to get rid of him so she let him sign himself out and got him a weal chair, saying that he would have an appointment with the doctor to talk about his therapy options.

He nodded and wheeled himself out of the hospital. Stopping to ask about Shizune and getting her to get him a pair of crunches to use instead of having to use the insufferable wheelchair.

She had looked at him and agreed on the fact that she knew he would dump the wheelchair no matter what 'from the look in his eyes', she had said. And she was right.

So now he was on a bus riding to the nearest drop off to the apartments. When he had walked in front of the car he had just wounded there, but this time he actually looked at his surroundings. They were quiet shabby to tell the truth, but there were woods around the building, and even this far out of the city that was quiet a rare thing.

Gaara shrugged and made his way across the people bridge to the parking lot of the crappy apartments. He looked down at the piece of paper.

'Krakura Living Space, Apartment 214. Tokyo, Japan.'

Okay, so the second floor. Gaara didn't know why, but when he got to the door (there was an elevator, thankfully) he froze. Would the guy even let him in? After all, why should he? The only reason that he cared was because he saw Gaara as a pity case (his final decision in the question about why the blond cared). So why would he let him LIVE with him, much less even want to see him outside of the hospital.

Gaara shrugged. What did it matter if he was refused? He could surely find somewhere to stay on his own, right?

Ignoring the slight emotion that told him that yes, he would care if Naruto rejected him, Gaara knocked on the door. Softly the first time, then louder when no one answered. He hear muffled yelling through the door, and then the footsteps of a body coming towards the door.

Gaara watched the door open and Naruto's face going pale. For a moment he wondered why, then he saw the form a handsome yet very drunk man coming up beside his friend…wait, what? Friend? Yeah, defiantly a mistake. Gaara didn't have friends, but he could think of that later, like when he didn't have a very angry drunk man in front of him.

The man pulled Naruto away from the door and sneered.

"Well, who are you? And what da hell are you doin a' mi door?!?" The man questioned.

Gaara looked towards Naruto for a moment, lost, and Naruto took over.

"He is just a salesman. Why don't you go lie down and sleep while I deal with him. You have a business meeting tomorrow morning don't you? Well then maybe I should go ahead and go to sleep for the night, humm? I will have a great breakfast for you tomorrow. All of your favorites. I'll have food ready and everything. Okay, Kyuubi?"

Naruto tried to sound as normal as he could, but he could see the suspicion in his Guardians eye's still. "I promise, I will get the salesmen taken care of."

Luckily Kyuubi was past the state of actually caring and just nodded. Naruto sighed as soon as he left, with the expected threat if he didn't do as he promised, and turned towards Gaara. He looked at him for a moment before sighing again. Naruto stepped out of his apartment and closed the door softly.

"So…I guess you need a place to stay." It was defiantly more of a statement then a question. The next thing he said though was a question. "How did you get out of the hospital so quick?"

Gaara shrugged and smirked, not his usual you-are-dead smirk, but an I-am-amused smirk.

"What can I say, the nurse didn't like me." Naruto laughed and hugged him, noticing the red head stiffen he quickly let go and apologized. Rubbing one hand behind his head.

"So, why didn't you head home?"

Gaara, still recovering from the shock of someone (besides his sister) touching him in a non-violent, non-medical way, barley registered the question. But when he did, his face darkened. Going back to his usual scowl.

"He told the nurse that I wasn't welcome at his house anymore. That isn't really surprising, but still. I would like to at least get my things. Though I'm sure he has had a bonfire and had a party with them. These clothes came from the hospitals Clothes Closet."

He made a face, obviously not liking the ratty blue polo shirt and khaki shorts.

Naruto laughed again. "Well, as you can see, I don't think that you can stay here. But maybe I can get a friend of mine to let us stay with him for a while? And I'm sure we can go get your clothes sometimes soon."

Gaara looked at Naruto with a thoughtful expression. Why was this guy who was only talking to him because he was a pity case offering something like this? And…hold on 'us'?

"Wait, what do you mean by 'Us'. You have a home here, don't you?"

Naruto looked at the door and shuck his head. "This isn't a home, Gaara. This is a place where I eat and sleep. A home is where the people you love are, and I do not love Kyuubi, and he does not love me…"

Naruto sighed. "My friends, on the other hand. ARE my family, they are the people that I love, and all of them have said at one point that I can come live with them. I'm sure that most of them wouldn't mind me bringing along another friend."

Naruto smiled at him, and for the first time, Gaara actually considered that there may be a person that cares about what happens to him in this world.

Gaara smiled, his first smile since his brother died, and nodded. He liked this feeling, whatever this feeling was. Feeling safe, and loved…or at least not hated. He liked feeling like he belonged.

And that's what Naruto did. He made him feel like he belonged.


AN- right, so…I had a very hard time getting motivated to write this. I'm not sure why, but don't expect this long of a time period between updates again. I'm really sorry *bows down and apologizes.* But the good news is that my newly born niece inspired me ^_^ She is so adorable!

Right. So, I have a little inspiration to get you to review!

*game show voice* we are going to play. GUESS*pause*MY*pause*AGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The person who gets the closest to my age or my age exactly gets to decide what friend Naruto & Gaara get to stay with!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!

These…are your choices. *|insert| dun dun dun*

Uchiha (Itachi)

Uchiha (Sasuke)

Hyuuga (Neji)

Kakashi

Kiba

Shikamaru

Whoever else you can think of that you would like ^_^ (yeah, that destroys the meaning of giving you choices but whatever -.-'')

So leave your review with what you think my age is and your choice ^_^ I will figure it out if there are multiple winners. If there are no winners I decide.

One Hint – I am younger then 20 ^_^ that means I'm in my teens ^_^

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--Kailee

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