Again T_T violence. But also fluff. ^^

Naruto
I ran up the stairs. That did not just happen! Gaara he...he looked almost afraid. And he was in pain. I couldn't control myself. I had to do something. So I pushed Sasuke off of him. But that seemed to just make it worst because Gaara just got more hurt when a punch meant for me hit him. There was a crack and then a pop as he pushed his jaw back in.
I was sweating and I felt like I was going to cry.
His pained expression...I can't get it out of my head. Sasuke's a bastard. And I want to kill him.
Panting, and tripping a few times I made it to Gaara's door. Quickly grabbing the handle and freezing up when it didn't open. It was locked. Oh great! What was I to do now?
My ears twitched as I heard almost gagging from down stairs. Gaara... I hope he's okay. I'm a coward not being down there helping him.
I heard steps coming up stairs, as if someone was rushing. Oh please don't be Sasuke!
"N-Naru..." My eyes widened at Gaara's voice.
"G-Gaara! Are you okay?"
"I should be asking you that." He smiled.
"But nothing happened to me! y-you... you're in pain!" I was worrying and frustrated how I was such an idiot.
"I'm okay Naru." He smiled.
"No you're not! There's...theirs blood on your shirt...and some on your lips." I didn't move my vision off Gaara no matter how much I hated blood
"I'm okay."
"Oh Gaara...Wait the doors locked!" I yelled re trying to open the door.
"Yeah I know...that's why I hurried up here to you. I have the key." The red head put his hand in his pocket, almost falling over but I kept him steady. He took out the key and unlocked his bed room door.

Gaara
I slammed the door shut behind me, locking it, and locking a bolt on it that I almost never locked, then sitting down right there behind my door. I didn't have the will power to go any further; I used it all to stick up against Sasuke. I started to cry. I didn't know what hurt more, my junk, my jaw or my back. I felt my jaw healing, and the bruise from it was already browning, but the claw marks on my back didn't seem like they were healing properly. Could Sasuke's claws have the same effect as a demon bite? Last longer than more wounds? Maybe Tsunade would know. My throat was raw from the puking, and I couldn't get the taste of Sasuke and blood out of my mouth. Two tastes unpleasant enough alone never the less together. The door handle jiggled behind me.
"Gaara. Open the door. I just want a kiss." Sasuke said.
"I'd rather drink cat piss!" I shouted back at him, whipping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.
I stood up and moved the dresser in front of my door. I walked over to my fridge and pulled out a soda, then groaned as I had to get up. Naruto was sitting on my bed watching me with worried eyes. he didn't seem to know how to comfort me, and that's kinda good because I was kind of shaken up and I don't think I could handle closeness right now. I walked into my bathroom and cleaned myself off. Getting the blood off my face and trying to see my back. Then I washed away the taste of blood and Uchiha with my soda. Then I grabbed a pack of smokes on my way to the window sill. Naruto's eyes on me again as I sat half out the open window, open since I left, and I let a smoke. He came and sat opposite me, but he didn't say anything. He just wanted to see my face.

Naruto
I couldn't believe it...he looked so broken. Something I always look like myself. But this is worst. Gaara is strong. Well stronger than me. And if someone can do this to my Gaara...it makes me mad.
But I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to say when he went in the bathroom and I didn't know what to say when he started to smoke by the window.
I was nervous. Gaara looked shaken and he didn't look like he wanted any close contact. So what was I supposed to do?
I sat on the opposite side of Gaara and he ignored me for a bit. Well I don't think he ignored me.
I could see his face. His jaw starting to get a purplish brown bruise.
He turned to look at me when he finished his cigarette. I was cradling my knees. What was I to say?
"Sorry..."I whispered and Gaara stared at me. I felt like I was going to cry. But I'm supposed to be the strong one right now!
"No need to be s-Ouch!" He yelled then swore under his breath. Must be hard to talk.
"No but i am! I-I didn't believe you. I should of. I feel h-horrible. I love you Gaara. I'm sorry." I spoke with as much confidence I could muster.
Gaara smiled a little. "I'm just so glad to hear you say that."
I nodded. It went silent again. But it wasn't an awkward silence. I...I want to hug him. To be close to him which I missed for a day. Even if it felt like a year.
I looked at Gaara and my ears drooped, "I'm sorry..." I repeated.

Gaara:
"Oh... stop it you." I pulled him close to me. I hope he didn't' think I was mad at him. I just really had a rough day. And it wasn't even noon yet. "I hope you don't mind the smell of smoke. Personally I hate it, which is why I'm trying to keep it out the window." I explained, Naruto was now sideways on my lap.
"I don't mind it. As long as I can be close to you." I sighed, and sucked down the last of the cigarette, smudged it against the side of the house, and threw it in the trash can.
Naruto turned to kiss me lightly but I pushed him away. "No, sorry, I don't like to kiss people when I have smoke in my mouth. Sorry."
Naruto pouted at this, so I pushed him of my lap, and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and gargled, washing away not only the smoke but Sasuke and all remaining blood.
I sat on the bed and motioned for Naruto to sit on my lap. He did without complaint, and I cuddled with him. Having him close to me and realizing what I could have lost... I cried into his chest. His hands nervously wrapped around my body, he stroked my hair and hugged me tight.
"I love you Naru." I sobbed into his chest.

Naruto
"I love you to Gaara..." I whispered, lightly rubbing his scalp as his face was in my chest. For once I was comforting Gaara. Sitting on his lap, one arm wrapped around him while the other was lazily around his neck so my hand could snake through his hair. While his arms wrapped around me tight as if to never let go and his head buried in my chest. But I was still comforting him and it wasn't the other way around.
"I...I thought I lost you, Naru, and your trust for good." he cried in my chest.
"It's okay..."I kissed the top of his head, "I was just a depressed jealous wreck, I thought I lost the one person I truly trusted and loved in my life other than my parents. I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that."
"Sorry..." I apologized for apologizing and Gaara chuckled.
"W-What's so funny?"
"You did that before. The first day we met. I thought it was cute before and it still is now." I blushed and Gaara hugged me tighter.

Gaara
I was just starting to feel a bit better. I whipped my eyes with my sleeve and leaned back so I wasn't against Naruto's chest and I gave him a small smile to show him that, against all odds, as long as I had him it ok. He beamed to see that I wasn't in pieces anymore... and then there was a knock on my door.
"Don't say anything, he'll go away." I whispered to Naruto, thinking it was Sasuke. Naruto nodded.
"Gaara, I know you're in there." my father's voice called. I froze. Not my dad. Not my dad. Not my dad. I chanted in my head. My grip on Naruto tightened and Naruto whispered an "ow". I let go against my will and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"GAARA GET THE FUCK OUT HERE NOW!" my father shouted.
"NO!" I yelled back.
"Listen Gaara, I don't have time for this. What the hell happened? There is blood all over the floor downstairs! Did you hurt Sasuke? or worse, did you eat that little pet of yours?" he asked.
"No! He's in here with me right now! And he's NOT my pet." I snarled. I moved Naruto off of my lap, knowing that I would hurt him if I got too riled up. I moved to my dresser and pulled out a smoke. Lighting it. 2nd one today. 3 since I quit. Not looking good.
"I don't care who the fuck he is. Then tell me, who's fucking blood is on the god damned floor?" My father yelled. He was blaming me for the blood? It was my fucking blood! Gah I hate him! I inhaled my cancer stick. It was all I could do. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I chanted. My fist clenched on the covers. "Gaara?" my father said in a you-have-one-minute-to-answer-me voice.
"It's mine." I sobbed.
"What are you emo now? Trying to kill yourself?"
"I wish. With a miserable excuse of a father as you I should be suicidal. But no, why don't you ask precious little Sasuke, why my blood is sitting on the floor downstairs!" I shouted to him.
"Gaara, open this door." my father had no limits. I moved the dresser aside and unlocked the door, opening it. "So you're smoking again? I thought you said you quit? Was that a lie?" he said, not expecting an answer.
"I quit until you came here. Maybe I wouldn't be smoking if Sasuke didn't have to show his ugly mug again!" I snarled.
"What is your problem? I try to set you up with everything good. a boyfriend, seeing as you insist on being gay... a nice school... but you go out of your way to get kicked out of school, and you find yourself some sleazy boyfriend-"
"he's not sleazy! Sorry I found someone who doesn't try to rape me every 5 seconds. Sorry I found someone who loves me for me and not for my body." I told him.
"Listen Gaara, a demon and an anthro? It won't work. You deserve so much better than him, you can get someone better... come on..." my father tried to convince me.
"No! did your dad, tell you you could do better than mom?"
"Don't you talk about your mother! And I should have listened! Otherwise she might be... she might not have walked out on us!" he shouted. I didn't even catch the mistake.
"I don't blame her. I wouldn't want to be married to a guy like you either!" I shouted at him.
"It's your fault she's gone!" my father spat at me.
"Shut up!" I was tired of him blaming me for her disappearance. I pushed him away because he got his face right up to mine. I got scared; I didn't like being faced by someone who I know can hurt me because they've done it before. But pushing him, just made him punch me in the stomach.
"If it's your blood on the floor, why don't you get your fat ass down stairs and clean it the fuck up!" he yelled at me.
"You make it seem like... I do nothing..." I coughed in the middle.
"What do you do?"
"Get away from me." I kicked at his leg as he moved forward.
"ANSWER ME!"
"GO AWAY!"
"Listen to me; if you want to continue to date... that thing, then you can get out of my house." he said to me.
"It's not your house." I said.
"Who pays for it?" he said. Damn he had me there. Just because he didn't live here didn't mean it wasn't his.
"Fuck you." I'd had it with him. Literally.
"Don't you swear at me!" that was the last thing I heard him say, my ears where ringing as we wrestled. I kicked and fought back, but like I said demons had short tempers, and when it comes to it, short fuel. So I can tell you that as soon as I back down, my father will just go lay down somewhere and sleep off his injuries, granted they will be healed by the time he wakes up. I didn't back down this time, like usual after the pain was too much I'd back down, but not this time, my body was numb, I couldn't hear anything and all I could smell was smoke and blood. My head hit the wall behind me, and everything went dark.

Scarletraven007:
Right when Gaara was feeling a little better it all crashed down again. His father...he had to do this to Gaara now? Gaara and his dad had a fight from either side of the door. Gaara even seemed shaken and riled up that he was squeezing me tight. But soon he picked me off his lap.
He got up and they both started fighting with each other again. I was shaking at the tone of voices but I couldn't do anything. His dad said something about Gaara's mom leaving because of him and I wanted to cry at Gaara's expression.
"Fuck you." Gaara swore at him and I could see the look on his face. This...it didn't look good. He said some things about me and Gaara stood up for me before, so now his father looked as if he had it.
"Don't you swear at me!"
I shook and tried not to look away. Gaara was fighting and he looked like he was in pain but he kept on fighting. There was blood. But I couldn't stop my fear. He was getting hurt yet I couldn't do anything.
I wanted to scream but something clogged my throat and it looked dangerous.
No No No this can't be happening!
Gaara looked out of breath and then...his head hit the wall with a large crack. Causing him to fall on the floor. I was shaking rapidly and my eyes widened.
Please don't be dead, please please don't be dead! I saw Gaara's chest shakily breathe once. It was weak but it was good enough.
Before I could think his father got up, half limping and walked out of the room.
Automatically I ran off the bed next to Gaara's side.
"g-Gaara?" I stuttered, turning him over so his head was in my lap.
"Gaara...Gaara...Gaara." It seemed as if I couldn't say anything else as I hoped for his eyes to flutter open.
But it didn't happen. His head had a gash and it was bleeding. Probably got it from impact and tears rolled down my face. I couldn't care about blood right now. Gaara was hurt and unconscious. What was I supposed to do?
"Gaara...please please wake up." I cried and tears rolled down my face. I'm sure some fell on his face.
"It's all your fault you know." I snapped my head toward the door, hearing Sasuke's voice.
I had to force myself to stop shaking to try not to show fear, even if I was afraid more for Gaara than anything. I was silent.
"if it wasn't for you Gaara wouldn't of have been hurt and he would of been okay with me." Sasuke smirked as he walked closer towards me and my Gaara.
"D-Don't get closer t-to him." I stuttered shifting Gaara's head on my lap.
"Now Gaara's unconscious and he's probably disowned by his father Because of you. Plus I didn't get my fuck." Sasuke snarled as he kneeled down in front of me. His onyx eyes staring in my blue.
"I've never had an anthro... having sex with you would be like having sex with an animal. Then afterwards to taste you...but I can't kill you or do anything now... If I did Gaara would kill himself and I wouldn't have my little fuck buddy would I? I could hurt you though." I shivered at his voice. My own not able to speak anymore...this WAS all my fault. I know I shouldn't be listening to Sasuke, of all people, but Gaara wouldn't be hurt otherwise.
"But I wouldn't want to ruin Gaara's little toy now would I." His hand traced my neck causing me to shiver as his nail cause a slit on my neck. I hissed in pain.
He smiled and licked the blood off his fingers, like the night my parents died.
"Yum, no wonder why Gaara likes you. You taste delicious." And with that said he left the room leaving me there frozen stiff. Tears fell down my face when I looked back at Gaara.
Still unconscious and he looked so depressed...he was normally pale but he looked paler now. Please please don't die. Please...
I chanted in my head. I need to calm my head. What would Gaara do? What did he do?
I looked around the room to see his keys on his dresser. His car. I'm 16 I should know how to drive...even if I never tried and I don't have my license. I've seen Gaara drive and others so...I'm good.
I lightly put Gaara's head on the floor and he groaned. Thank god he can feel pain. But he's still out of it. I grabbed his keys and his wallet. I took my flash drive and the framed picture Gaara drew. A sketch book and went back to his body.
Why I was taking all this stuff because I didn't know if we would be back...
I picked up Gaara's body in my arms and went by the window. It was a two story drop but being a fox I took the chance and jumped out. Hoping I would land on my feet and not get hurt myself especially with Gaara in my arms.
Surprisingly I made it to his car and placed him in the back seat. With me crossing my fingers as I drove to the hospital. Still salty tears going down my cheeks

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