Yeah alright! All new chapter that's actually a decent length. Thanks to the couple of you who wrote me reviews, I really appreciate it. Hope this chapter doesn't disappoint those who were looking forward to it. I'm going to try to update this story as much as possible, there's just a few more things I have to work out first in my mind before I put them into a chapter. Thanks to all of those who are reading my story. Please continue to read and review.

†Havoc

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Chapter Four: New

Gaara shuffled idly down the cracked sidewalks, head bowed. Every occasional friendly greeting from the shopkeepers or people also walking the streets was returned with a cold glare. The Satsu's had been living in Konoha for a little over month and Gaara had yet to be social, or respectful, to anybody.

Yasha had sent Gaara out of the house to go buy a few items they had run out of. Ever since moving to Konoha, Yasha had been growing in courage for unexplainable reasons. And now, she even dared to order the boy about. So there Gaara was, pulling open the Plexiglas door to a corner store in town.

The man behind the counter greeted him as he walked in, but Gaara just breezed over to the shelves filled with bottles and boxes of who-knows-what. As he rounded the corner of a shelf, the sleeve of his t-shirt hooked on a sharp corner, snagging.
"Sh—," Gaara could feel the eye's of the man be hind the counter burning into the back of his head. He folded his arms across his chest and continued down the aisles looking for what he needed. After gathering together a few items, he pulled out the wadded up list from his pocket and scanned through it to see if there was anything he missed. After confirming he hadn't, he walked up to the register and dumped what he'd collected on the counter. The man behind the counter looked over the items. Gaara thought the man was probably expecting razor blades and things to torture small animals with. But alas the most interesting things he had were a gallon of milk and a bottle of shampoo. It didn't really bother Gaara, though, it wasn't anything new. He knew most people were afraid of him and only expected the worst from him. He wasn't going to do anything to change people's opinion of him.

Roughly grabbing the plastic bag off the counter, Gaara scowled at the man and shoved his way out the door. Gaara could almost make the trip back to his home with his eyes closed. The town was small and quaint and didn't take much time to get used to. So as he walked, Gaara didn't pay much attention to where he was going. He folded his arms around the bag. It crinkled softly with every step Gaara took. Gaara looked at his watch. It had taken him less time to get what he'd been asked to buy then he'd thought it would. He didn't slow his pace even though he wasn't eager to be back at home with his "family." Gaara figured he could just lock himself in his room like usual. It would be better than the disgusted, suspicious, or questioning looks he'd receive from the people in town.

Gaara was still wrapped up in his thoughts as he rounded a corner. Before he realized what was happening, Gaara and the bag he was carrying hit the ground with a thud. He looked up frowning. A tall teenage boy was standing before him, back towards Gaara. His black hair was secured in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. The boy turned around and faced Gaara, a questioning look on his face. He looked a bit older than Gaara and a lot taller. Another boy, one that did look Gaara's age and also black haired, stood close behind the taller one. The taller one was dressed in all black, but fashionably. Not like Gaara who just layered his clothes together haphazardly. The other was sporting a tight black t-shirt and even tighter jeans. He looked flustered to Gaara as if he'd been arguing before he'd run into them. Gaara looked around him, figuring out where he was. He almost instantly recognized the massive house towering over him. He was right outside the Uchiha residence.

"So these must be the Uchiha boys." Gaara had heard a lot about them and their family, but had never met any of them. Not that he really cared. He'd just heard his mother commenting on the family's influence in the community… And their good looks. Now what were their names? Gaara couldn't remember. He wasn't sure if he'd even heard them before.

"Yes?" The taller one looked down at Gaara, one eyebrow raised, scowling. Itachi. That was his name. And the younger one was Sasuke. Gaara shook his head and stood up.

"Gee, sorry," Gaara replied sarcastically. He gathered up his bag and the shampoo bottle that had rolled out. "I'll try to be more careful next time, Princess."

A smug expression spread across Sasuke's face, he was trying not to laugh. In a flash Itachi grabbed Gaara by the front of his shirt. It took all he had not to hit him. Itachi's anger reached a climax, but with a sigh, he released Gaara. Gaara stumbled back a bit, but quickly regained stability. A small, devilish smile appeared on Gaara's face but quickly disappeared. He shoved past Itachi, nodding towards Sasuke. It was a miracle he'd actually acknowledged someone. In his head, Sasuke was smiling, but he remained expressionless on the outside.

Again Itachi was tempted to grab Gaara. "Hey kid. Who are you?" His back still faced Gaara.

Gaara stopped walking, smirked, but also didn't face Itachi. "Gaara," He replied simply, then began walking slowly towards home. That was almost worth his time.

"Sasuke, get in the car," Itachi demanded. "Now."

Normally Sasuke would have done so obediently, not wanting to test his brother's anger. But this time, he was rather amused. "Not with that attitude, princess." He would have continued, but was cut short by Itachi's hand striking him.

Behind him Gaara heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and a small groan. Soon after car doors slammed and tires squealed as the car peeled away from the curb and took off down the block. Gaara shook his head but was content with his triumph. Though to Gaara, it wouldn't have made a difference if he had been hit. He hadn't been hit in a while though. Maybe that's what made him act so arrogant, feel so untouchable.

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Itachi was driving way to fast and Sasuke was of course pointing out that fact. He was really pressing his luck. Itachi had already hit him once today, what was to stop him from doing it again?

Itachi kept throwing cold glares at him and eventually said. "If you want me to take you places, shut up. I'll make you walk next time." You could hear the anger and venom in each word he said. Sasuke just folded his arms across his chest and looked straight ahead of him out the window for the rest of the ride.

Fire was still burning inside Itachi. He shouldn't let anyone talk to him like that. He wouldn't. He wasn't sure why he let Gaara go unscathed, even if he didn't know who he was. "Next time I see him…" But Itachi didn't know how to finish that. He wasn't sure if he could, if he would, do anything to Gaara when he saw him again. If he did see him again, that is. After all, he'd never seen him before until today. Maybe he wouldn't see him again and then the problem would be solved. The rest of their trip would have been awkwardly quiet if Sasuke hadn't decided to blast his music. Itachi made threats towards Sasuke if he blew out his speakers. Sasuke just ignored him. Every so often he would touch at his cheek where he'd been hit. It was red, yes, but it wasn't too bad. Sasuke just hoped it wouldn't bruise. It was always weird coming up with an excuse for the bruises when he was hit.

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The rest of Gaara's walk home was uneventful. When he got inside the house he tried just dropping the bag on the kitchen table but was ordered to put everything away. After putting the milk in the fridge and shelving a few items in the cabinets, Gaara gathered the rest of the items that didn't belong in the kitchen and put them in the respective positions. He threw the bag in the garbage and climbed up the stairs and made his way down the hallway. He opened the door at the end and, making sure to slam the door behind him, climbed another narrow flight of stairs to his attic bedroom. He was glad no one else had wanted the space for their room. Gaara preferred it to anywhere else in the house. It was high up and secluded, far away from anyone else. Not to mention it was big. He didn't have a lot of things to take up the space, he just liked the spacious area. Plus, it was harder for anyone or anything to disturb him.

Gaara flopped onto his bed. He felt tired, exhausted. He'd hardly slept the night before. Gaara didn't usually get much sleep, but last night he'd gotten even less. His sleeping had really decreased since they moved to the new house. But that's what Gaara blamed it on. He just thought he was just adjusting to a new house in a new town. But ever since they moved, his family had acted different towards him, especially Kankuro. He pretended he didn't care about any of them, but he did. Even if was only a small part of him, he did. But lately Kankuro had been ignoring him more and more and if he did say anything, it wasn't something nice. Is this how he himself made people feel? Gaara shook his head. He didn't care. Forget them, forget them all.

He snatched the stereo remote off of the end table next to his bed. The level of volume slowly grew as Gaara became more somber, holing up inside of himself a little more. He flipped over so he was laying face down in his pillow. The music throbbed in his ears, he could feel the base pulsing. Just how he liked it. He let out a deep breath trying to relax. He just wanted everything to go away.

And suddenly it seemed like everything did. Gaara's music stopped abruptly. He'd drifted off a bit. How long had he been asleep? Gaara looked at the clock. He'd been home for over an hour but only asleep for about 15 minutes. Gaara sat up a little too quickly, his vision clouding. He waited for it to pass then looked around the room. Temari was standing in front of the stereo she'd just turned off. She had her hands on her hips, staring at Gaara as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"What?" Gaara questioned bluntly. "And why'd you turn the music off?"

Temari just stood there looking annoyed as Gaara questioned her. She had tried calling his name several times and eventually had to come all the way upstairs to turn off the stereo just so Gaara could hear her. Anyone else probably would have just given up and forgot about it. "Well, in that case I won't tell you." Temari turned around and took a step towards the door.

Gaara just sighed, flopped backwards, and rolled back over. "Okay. Well, will you turn the music back on at least?" He dropped his face back into the pillow. When all that filled the room was silence, he questioned again, "Well?... The music?"

Temari just stared at him, hands on her hips. Then she shook her head, letting out a loud, audible sigh. "Gaara, there is someone at the door for you."

That caught Gaara's attention. What kind of trouble had he caused that they had actually come to the house to yell at him for it? He couldn't remember anything. Gaara sat up as Temari exited the room. He was going to tell her to tell whoever it was to go away, but she'd left before he had the chance. Gaara heard the door at the bottom of the stairs close. Temari was too far away for him to call her back.

Gaara groaned and rolled off the bed. He walked over to the full length mirror he had hanging on the wall and pushed his hair around until it was to his liking and fully covering the scar on his forehead. He then made his way down both flights of stairs very slowly. He was in no rush to see who had decided to come "visit" him.

When he got into the front room, Gaara saw his mother standing by the front door, swooning and looking flustered. His mother had a bad habit of doing that lately. He rolled his eyes and put his hand on the door knob. Then Gaara froze. This was different then most times. This was the kind of swooning that happened when… No. Gaara quickly swung open the door and looked around the corner to see Sasuke sitting on the bench on the front porch. Sasuke got up and made his way for the door as Gaara appeared. Gaara had half a mind to slam the door right there.

Sasuke's face was expressionless, the same as it had been earlier, as he spoke. "It's Gaara… Right?"