to break again

Sango: okay, so i know i promised one immediately and its been forever, but my computer went down and i had to go get it fixed. hopefully i can write a few more chapters and post them all by the begining of next month. so this is for nikkie-san and onikage-san and mulle-san (whom i still owe an explanation to, but im writing as fast as my A.D.D lets me!lol)!!! yay 15...wooo...tho i doubt its anywhere near the half point...ive got kidnapping and rape and lots of gory stuff going around in my mind that im thinkin about puttin in the story (and i wonder why im having nightmare)



CHIBI Sango: CAN WE GET THIS THING GOING ALREADY?!! i doubt they want to hear about your pathetic life and all the non entertaining crap going on



Hitsugi: now CHIBI Sango, we must let Sango-san vent everything thats going on. this is the only way she lets her emotions go before se explodes...she was in a coma last time, remember...?



CHIBI Sango: no



Sango: yea, you bich, you deserted me in my time of need. what kind of freakin muse are you!?



Hitsugi: ^_^'' ladies, ladies, please...we have an audience....



CHIBI Sango: bitch?! oh hell no! *lunges at Sango*



Hitsugi: O.O



*large clouds of dust (which no one knows where they come from) rise and envelopes the two fighting females as hitsugi tries unsuccessfully to break them up*



Hitsugi: um...@.@'...seeing as how these two are...um...busy... i'll have the pleasure of telling you to enjoy the story





on with the fic







14





Gaara hated this. Hated it more than that pink haired monstrosity Naruto dated the year before last. God that had been a nightmare. But the one thing he hated more than that bitch was heights.



Sabaku no Gaara was afraid of heights. It seemed laughable, but to him it was dead serious. Dead being the key word. Gaara hadn’t had the best childhood—nothing like the torture Naruto had gone through, but it was bad in its own way. Gaara’s mother had committed suicide by jumping off a skyscraper. Apparently, she wanted to get it over with the first time. At the time Gaara hadn’t thought much of it—he hadn’t been there when it happened—he’d been a (very) rebellious teenager and his mother’s suicide hadn’t really bothered him. He had been unfazed by her death; not really much of a mother—it was her fault his father struck him until he was finally strong enough to beat the man down. Never again would the fucker hit him. One night his father had gone on a drunken rage and gone after Gaara, it was the last time Gaara had gotten hit. Not only by his father but by anyone. Word got around that he killed his father and all of a sudden he was untouchable. He didn’t go to jail because his brother and sister testified that it had been in self defense.



So now he lived with Temari and Kankuro and he was happy. Or as happy as Sabaku no Gaara could be without the one he wanted as his. Naruto was back in his life, not his, but still part of it—his own personal sunshine and that was all that mattered. And he would do anything for Naruto. Including riding a helicopter.



Neji sat beside Gaara in the police helicopter and Sasuke and Naruto were speaking in hushed tones while Gaara was pointedly not looking out the window. Of course, the way he clenched his seat could give off his fear, but other than the almost white knuckle grasp he had on the cushion, there was no other signs of trepidation from him. Neji was trying not to flinch as the strong tremors from the rotors that ran throughout the helicopter jarred his aching thighs. At least he wasn’t the only one suffering from this hellish ride. He saw the way Gaara was holding on to his seat—it was obvious the redhead was afraid of heights. And Neji felt like slapping himself. Sabaku no Gaara wasn’t afraid of anything. The guy had killed his own father as a sign that he wasn’t afraid—sure that’s not how it happened, but rumors are ridiculous enough for even him to listen to...



Sasuke was talking quietly to Naruto about absolutely nothing. They should be sleeping, having gotten barely 6 hours of sleep the night before, yet Naruto had said he didn’t want to sleep and needed a way to stay awake. So Sasuke was stuck talking about absolutely nothing, all but bored out of his mind. Not that Naruto is boring...just the conversation. Seriously, since when was a conversation about the different types of nuts interesting?



Neji was fighting the urge to yelp, grinding his teeth against the strong tremors of the helicopter. But Neji put his pain on the back burner for Gaara’s fear. He looked over as the redhead closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep (he knew Gaara wasn’t asleep—he was almost eerily still when he slept and much more relaxed) and his heart went out to him. He thought of a way to distract the redhead from his fear and only one thing came to mind. He didn’t know why he was thinking this way, but his mind was being overwhelmed by perverted thoughts. Ugh...it was all Gaara’s fault anyways. If he hadn’t said those things, he wouldn’t be thinking these things...but in the end, he only found one solution to distracting Gaara and that was, unfortunately (though he didn’t really see it that way), sexual.



Neji looked at Sasuke and Naruto, the two being distracted by their conversation, though Neji could see Sasuke was trying not to fall asleep or roll his eyes, and made sure the coast was clear. He then turned to Gaara who still had his eyes tightly closed. Taking a deep breath, his eyes flashed to Sasuke and Naruto again, before he slid his hand slowly up his own thigh before crossing the slight distance to Gaara’s thigh. In one motion he grabbed Gaara’s thigh and squeezed. Gaara’s eyes popped open and his head turned sharply to look at the brunette.



“What are you doing?” Gaara asked in a strangely calm voice. Neji didn’t know why that voice unsettled him and turned him on at the same time.



“Distracting you.” He said honestly.



Now, there were two things Gaara could do to me, Neji thought—he himself strangely calm as well—he can either sit there and let me distract him, or he’s going to throw me out of the helicopter.



Yet Gaara did neither. He took Neji’s hand and grabbed it in his own, drawing circles along the back of the smooth skin.



“I’m not the one who needs distracting, Neji.” The brunette looked up at Gaara, confusion etched on his face. Gaara jerked his head to something in front of him and Neji immediately understood. Naruto. Naruto was the one that needed to be distracted from what they were doing.



“I’m sorry.” Neji whispered and it was Gaara’s turn to be perplexed.



“Why?” But he got no answer. After a while, Gaara turned his body towards Neji, taking the brunette’s face in his hand, forcing him to look at the redhead. Teal eyes locked on to off-white and again Gaara had that unexplainable urge to kiss Neji. He tilted Neji’s face upwards and was surprised when the brunette’s eyes fluttered shut.



Gaara almost smirked. It looked like he wasn’t the only one looking forward to a kiss. His eyes flashed to the couple across from him and he saw Sasuke looking at him, surprise in his eyes as his brows raised high. This time Gaara did smirk before pressing his lips to Neji’s.



Neji’s breath caught in his throat as he felt those unbelievably soft lips against his. There was no way. Gaara moved his lips against Neji’s with utmost gentleness that stole the brunette’s breath.



‘Oh, gods.’ Neji thought dizzily, his heart going a mile a minute.



He pressed his lips more fully against the redhead’s and let his lips fall open, wanting to feel Gaara’s tongue against his own. Gaara smirked against his lips and denied him what he so unashamedly wanted, almost chuckling at the frustrated mewl that escaped the brunette—he must’ve forgotten that they had an audience. Neji’s brows furrowed in a frown. That goddamned redhead. He took Gaara’s face in his palm and held him still as he opened his mouth to let his tongue slide through, pressing against the seam of Gaara’s own petal soft lips, no longer asking for entrance—he was demanding it.



Gaara literally growled. He had forgotten that they had an audience. Didn’t really care, really. He opened his mouth and took command of the kiss, dominating it and the Hyuuga, pushing the brunette back against his seat, overwhelming him with his presence.



Another great thing about this was that Gaara forgot where he was. Now, it wasn’t exactly prudent that he forget that he was over 3,000 feet above ground in a flying metal death trap. That fact which he was reminded of again by the seatbelt around the brunette’s waist (the only thing stopping him from placing the Hyuuga on his lap)—but the pale eyed man had completed his mission; he had successfully distracted the redhead from his...trepidation (Neji wasn’t dumb enough to say Gaara had a fear –especially not to the redhead’s face).



While these two were trying to gnaw each other’s faces off, the blonde and the raven across from them stared...and stared...and stared. Naruto’s eyes were wide. He had no idea people could kiss like that. It looked like Gaara was trying to eat Neji’s face, and what was more shocking was that Neji was enjoying it, if the sounds he was making was any indication.



Sasuke was equally stunned. What the hell?! Weren’t these two fighting him for Naruto yesterday?! And what the fuck! Neji was uke?! All the years he had known Neji, the brunette had always been seme. But he had gotten the impression that the brunette bottomed—but this was just mind boggling. Those sounds he made made him the perfect uke. Now, Sasuke was just a man, made of flesh and bone and hormones, so it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t affected by what he was seeing. He shifted in his seat, trying to be as discrete as he possibly could be of the fact that he was trying to hide his growing erection. The blonde next to him had yet to move in any way. He didn’t blink, which made Sasuke think that his corneas were going to dry out, and he didn’t look away, which was weird because he was blushing like mad.



‘Oh great,’ Sasuke thought, ‘he’s going to hemorrhage and we’re a gazzilion feet off the ground with Kakashi’s friend driving this stupid death trap.’



Being the good friend Sasuke was (insert sarcastic chuckle here) he tried to snap Naruto out of his shocked state. A few ideas ran through his mind as to how to distract him from the scene before him, but they all immediately brought up the conversation he had with Iruka where he so stupidly blurted out the he was in love with the blonde. So, he did the next best thing. He jabbed, quite painfully, Naruto on the side. The blonde jerked like he was electrocuted and yelped. This as completely missed by the redhead and the brunette. Naruto stared at Sasuke in shock, yelling:



“What the fuck was that for, you bastard?!” which, surprisingly, was also either not heard or was ignored by the couple trying to bite each other’s lips off. But Naruto’s short attention span got the better of him and he went right back to looking at Gaara and Neji.



‘Gods that is so hot.’ Naruto thought. And as he thought that another thought popped into his mind.



‘Is that why Sasuke jabbed me? ‘Cuz he hates what’s going on? Is he like, homophobic or something?’ He looked at the brunette out of the corner of his eye and saw the raven looking away. ‘Oh, great! I went and fell in love with someone who hates gays. I am so fucked up.’



Because, seriously, after everything that had happened to him, after he had gotten over that traumatic ordeal, which he refused to think of now, even though he was running away from Kyuubi again—after everything that had happened, while it was happening…



Sasuke had always been his best friend. It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with the raven, when it was he who helped Naruto through everything… and now…to find out that the one he loved hated what he was…it wasn’t his fault. Hell, he thought he liked women…after what Kyuubi did to him…he didn’t want to think about anyone else touching him like that.



But Sasuke... he knew Sasuke would never hurt him...knew that Sasuke loved him…even if it was as a brother. But he hoped that Sasuke would love him as something more. Those long nights after those horrible nightmares, when Sasuke wrapped his strong arms around Naruto and kept the nightmares and memories at bay, Naruto wished that Sasuke would kiss him. He never did of course...so is this why...?



“Is this bothering you or something? Do you have something against gay men!”



Naruto didn’t know why he was doing it. Couldn’t stop the words from escaping his mouth. And they kept going, one after the other, and he just wished they were like spaghetti so that he could suck them all back in, but unfortunately, allegories don’t work in real life, so he was stuck with what he had just said, putting Sasuke on the spot, ready to tear out his own heart by the answer the raven was going to give him.



But the one thing he didn’t count on was Sasuke blushing. He had never seen the raven so flustered by a question. Okay, sure it was more like an interrogation, but those were just semantics. And it was an awkward silence for a long time, listening only to the sounds of Neji moaning while Gaara ravaged his mouth.



“Shouldn’t they take a break to breathe?” Sasuke asked awed at the stamina these two had. Naruto looked at the raven as though he had grown another eye. This is how he answers?!



“So you are homophobic.” It was the only rational conclusion Naruto got to with the way Sasuke was behaving.



“Homophobic?!” He had no idea why, but people were just thinking the worst of him today…



“Naruto, how the hell can I be homophobic?! I’m gay, dobe.”





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now....i know last time i promised a chapter immediately and didnt hold true to it, so this time i wont give out false promises...but i DO promise that the next one will be as soon as i can...there that seems plausible....



You know the drill: CHIBI Sango demands cookies in the form of reviews people!!