Zero Hour!

(A:N) I’ve finally learned not to rant in my AN’s. Thanks for the reviews everyone.
Enjoy chapter 7. UGH, was anyone confused that Naruto and Sakura are NOT really going out and that Naruto convinced her to trick Sasuke to make him jealous? I don’t know why you all thought I would ever put Sakura with anyone. Can we say ewyuck?

Disclaimer: I’m disclaiming this thing…copy right to Glassjaw 2007
Warning: I might have a few more spelling and grammar errors than normal. Please tell me if you see any.

John! Listen to me… Yaoi isn’t like real regular gay sex…so don’t go ask Andrew about what he does it because I portray gay sex differently than its normally done. Thank you.

Chapter VII
The Abyss Of A Game

People were cheering and clapping as the band played some song that sounded like it hadn’t been practiced very well. It was late, the sun had just set and as the students walked around in their school colors and cheerleaders chanted some lame cheers about the Kage Ninjas planning to kick ass.

Gaara and Sasuke sat huddled up next to each other in the brisk cold air of the football stadium. Naruto had made it his job to dance in between the cheerleaders and flaunt his body-as cold as it was. Gaara sat stiff with Sasuke’s arm wrapped around him. They hadn’t been talking much since the night before when Sasuke nearly tore his head off. Neither of them had apologized and needless to say, it made the school day really hard for them, to a point.

Neji had gone missing from any classes he shared with Sasuke, Naruto, and Gaara that day. He and Haku hadn’t been at lunch either, leaving Itachi to sit by himself, eating and ignoring everyone who had approached him. Gaara knew Neji was at school, he just couldn’t find him.

Lee had alerted them the Neji was raising all kinds of hell in Iruka’s office about getting his schedule changed. He’d even brought a note from his therapist stating that if his classes weren’t changed that he would be experiencing high levels of stress and nobody knew which way that would push Neji. Lee also stated that Neji looked beat. He had bags under his eyes and he looked like he’d been up the entire night, or even for the last week and he was dragging Haku everywhere.

Gaara didn’t find that surprising. After staying up the entire night he started to grasp that he was pushing things a little too far. But, the Hyuuga deserved everything happening to him for what he’d already done to Gaara.

-“Be careful, Gaara. Don’t make him hate you.”-

Naruto told him after Sasuke had dropped the blond off at his house. Naruto was right, and Gaara had stressed himself out trying to fix everything he was screwing up. He canceled most of his plans to attack Neji but he remained the pit of evil he was, calling Orochimaru at midnight to come invade Itachi’s house and help move him out, against Sasuke’s will to get him to stay.

Itachi through a huge fit and demanded Orochimaru not be in his house. An argument sparked and shouts and screams were heard throughout the entire apartment building. Itachi won, literally pulling a knife out and calmly suggesting that Gaara and Orochimaru leave, before he chopped them up and made them.

Now here Gaara was, sitting up against Sasuke in the cool night waiting for the game to start. He could see Orochimaru walking around on the track talking to everyone who approached him. He saw Itachi somewhere off on the far side of the bleachers with Haku talking and using some unknown femi sign language. Neji wasn’t around and Gaara had noticed.

“If he’s not coming, then you don’t have to sit so close.” Sasuke said. Gaara just ignored him and kept looking around. Neji hardly ever missed a game and Gaara was sure he was just late. Although, with all the problems that had been going on lately, Neji would probably be using this time to get some sleep. Gaara did however doubt that Neji would just let Haku walked around on his own.

“Look.” Gaara pointed to the field as someone walked across it. Sasuke watched as Lee came into view. He was walking next to someone who was sporting a black hoody and sweat-pants. Neither Gaara nor Sasuke could recognize the guy since his head was down but Lee looked as chipper as usual.

“Lee doesn’t have very many friends.” Sasuke said quickly. “I’ve only seen him talking to a few people around school since most people just ignore him.” Sasuke leaned so he could stare harder.

“It’s Neji.” Gaara said softly. Sasuke squinted but he still couldn’t tell. The pair was half way across the field. No one would be able to see them from that far away.

“How do you know?” He asked, zipping his jacket up and then leaning back when he realized he just wouldn’t be able to see anything. Gaara shifted and moved closer to Sasuke, his coat wasn’t thick and he had thin blood, causing him to be cold a lot faster than most people. Gaara stared for a long time, he’d heard Sasuke but he couldn’t answer. His eyes watched every single step the boy took, every movement he made. Gaara could see right through his disguise. Neji was physically and mentally exhausted.

“The way he walks.” Gaara finally said, a good 2 minutes later. Sasuke had stopped paying attention by then but he took his eyes off the cheerleading line and watched with Gaara as Neji and Lee walked up the stairs. The Hyuuga was met by Haku with a lengthy kiss and a whisper in his ear. Sasuke could hear Gaara growl so he nudged him.

“Your boyfriend is coming.” Sasuke said with a smirk. Gaara turned his head to see Lee stepping over a million people, heading his way. Gaara sighed and rubbed the spot above his nose and in between his eyes. That’s when it hit him. What was around Lee’s neck?

“Gaara-kun!” Lee waved and then raced the rest of the way over to the boys. Gaara looked at Sasuke and then Sasuke looked at Lee. They both glared at him but he seemed to ignore it as he sat down, dangerously close to Gaara.

“Ah! So you two made it! That is good!” He smiled and received a death glare from Sasuke. “Oh? What is the matter Sasuke?” He stretched and showed pearly whites, trying to make it seem like he was perfect and innocent. Sasuke however, knew better.

“Nice camera.” The Uchiha smiled. Lee looked down at his neck and paused for a long second. He scratched his head and then looked back up to accept the compliment.

“Thanks! I just got it after school. I joined the year book committee and they tricked me into buying a new camera. I have no will to say no to anyone, so I went out and bought the best camera I could find!” He was still smiling but he looked a little confused.

“Oh yeah? What happened to your old camera?”

Gaara looked at Sasuke, the brunette was trying to mark him right there on the spot. Was he even thinking of what they’d do if they figured out it was Lee who was actually taking all the pictures? Gaara looked back to Lee and he was flipping through the pictures of the digital camera.

“I am too ashamed to say.” Lee admitted. “Itachi stole it from me about a week ago. Some of the seniors punked me around when I finally got it back, and broke it.” He lifted the camera and showed it to Gaara. In the memory there were pictures of the broken camera.

‘That’s not the kind of camera that takes polaroids.’ Gaara said to himself. ‘That doesn’t mean he didn’t do it though.’ Gaara decided to use his charm-if he had any. He held his hand out and Lee stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “What’s the matter? You’re not hiding anything are you?”

“Me?” Lee laughed. “Of course I am not!” He handed the camera (I’m sick of wiritng that word) over to Gaara and the redhead started flipping through the memory. Sasuke leaned over and pretended to kiss his cheek.

“What do you expect to find in there?” He whispered softly. Gaara continued to press though the pictures, half expecting to find something in the back memory that Lee might have forgotten to delete. Gaara knew Lee had been lying about being punked around. Lee was very persuasive when he wanted to be and the camera hardly looked new for that matter.

“Hey Lee.” Kiba walked over quickly and sat down next to Lee with Kankurou at his side and Akamaru tucked inside his jacket. Kankurou looked at Gaara but he was hardly paying any attention to his brother as he scrolled through the pictures.

“Great game last night.” Kiba gave Lee a high-five and grinned. Gaara looked up for the first time and stared passed Lee at Kiba. What the hell was he talking about Great game? Gaara wasn’t stupid, they’d seen Lee at Neji’s house, he just knew it had been the bowl cut boy.

“Game?” Sasuke cut in for Gaara since he was apparently too stunned about what he’d heard to say anything else. Kiba leaned forward and with his elbow on his knee and nodded.

“A few of us went to the city Hockey competition last night. Lee treated!” Kiba smiled his familiar smile and put his arm around Lee’s neck and brought him closer. Gaara didn’t look at Sasuke but he knew the brunette was thinking the same thing.

“How long were you all out?” Sasuke asked, trying to sound like he didn’t really care but it was evident in his voice. Gaara handed Lee the camera back and waited for the answer too.

“I guess we got back to Lee’s around 11 or so but then we didn’t leave there until like 1 or something.” Kiba was paying more attention to his dog then the other boys. Gaara flinched as Sasuke put a hand on his shoulder. He brushed his lips passed Gaara’s ear.

“He’s not our guy.”

Gaara stood up, somewhere in a daze. He was staring out onto the field, not really at anything in particular. Nobody said anything as he began walking passed them. He didn’t know if he was upset or in shock that what he’d convinced himself was true about Lee, wasn’t. He ended up walking to the area that occupied the Hyuuga and his crew. Gaara walked slowly, not bothering to care if he stepped on or over people.

He could see Neji, slouching against the back of the bleachers with his head down like he was sleeping-which could have been very possible. His arms were folded and his silky hair was still hiding under his hood. Gaara couldn’t see his face at all, even if he was looking. His steps slowed even more as he approached the boy with pearls for eyes.

Haku had just so happened to look over when he saw other people turning their heads. He didn’t bother to move or alert Neji as he sat there, smiling. Itachi turned but it wasn’t for very long, he’d been watching the track very closely. Gaara noticed the way Haku was almost shaking, while he tried to keep his smile serene. The red head stopped in front of Neji, directly in front of him.

Neither Haku nor Itachi made a move, at that Gaara didn’t move either. His hands were at his sides unclenched, like he had no strength to ball them into fists. His eyes were low, but not in anger. He seemed almost…tired. The blank expression never left his face as he sat and watched the boy not move.

Neji could feel Gaara standing in front of him. The boy’s presence was unmistakable and Neji would recognize it anywhere, but he didn’t want to look up. How he made it out to the game was a miracle. His body was drowning in exhaustion and they’re were probably tons of bags on his shoulder, weighing him down. Of course he wasn’t sleep, he hadn’t slept for the last two days, trying to prevent further confrontation with the redhead in the dream world.

Gaara stood very still, wondering why Neji hadn’t looked up yet. His foot dared to start tapping on the concrete steps but he remained unmoving. He didn’t even know why he was standing there, it hadn’t registered in his mind yet. Maybe he just wanted to see Neji before everything got so hectic that they wouldn’t see each other for a very long time.

Something in Neji’s head seemed to click as he kept his head down. He hadn’t seen Gaara in awhile. Either from trying to avoid him or Gaara giving up on trying to mend things. Neji hadn’t seen him since he’d thrown that book at him. He wanted to-

“It’s Game time, Kage!” The announcer shouted and the students roared and cheered. Clapping their hands and whistling as the cheerleaders-plus Naruto- started their insanely crappy shouts about school spirit.

Neji raised his head slowly, inch by inch, waiting to see the one in front of him. He opened his half-lidded eyes and stared…at nothing. No one stood in front of him like he’d thought. His eyes desperately started to search around, no one was moving around him to get away. People were paying attention to the players now coming out onto the field. Neji threw his hood back and jumped up, looking around again. Still, no one.

He snapped around to Haku who quickly diverted his eyes and acted like he hadn’t been paying attention to the boy who suddenly gained a handful of energy. Neji’s chest heaved like he’d been running for the last ten minutes, as he stared at Haku’s profile. He wasn’t going crazy, he’d heard someone stop in front of him. He knew who it was that had stood in front. He was not going crazy.

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“What do you mean he’s not the one taking the pictures?! We saw him. He even did that little thing that Lee always does, with the saluting and correct English and everything. There’s no way it could have been someone else.”

The bathroom the three of them were occupying was actually located under the stadium. It was dark inside and only one light swung back and forth for them to see each other. Naruto was pacing back and forth throwing a bigger fit than Gaara and Sasuke were.

Gaara simply convinced himself that there was a mix up and that there was no way it couldn’t have been Lee. Hockey games were loud and the tournaments their city held always brought big crowds. There was enough reason, time and space for Lee to have been separated from Kiba and Kankurou to trail off to Neji’s house for a little fun, wasn’t there?

“We should still keep an eye on him.” Naruto voiced into the dimly lit room. Sasuke stopped and looked at him then looked away. Things sure had gotten really awkward between them. He’d avoided Naruto all day and Naruto could really tell it was intentional.

“Now that I think about it though, we did jump to a lot of conclusions. Lee’s got a perfect record. Could anyone really see him spying on other people having sex? He blushes at the damn word, how could he even stand to watch it happening?” Naruto threw his hands up like he had just figured that out, when it had been bothering him since the night before. He should have voiced his opinion about the accusation much earlier.

“So now where does that leave us?” Sasuke looked to Gaara for an answer but the other had been silent for quite some time now. Sasuke watched him stand in front of Neji and not say anything. He half wanted to just smack Gaara in the back of the head and just tell him to apologize to Neji. It wasn’t like the guy wasn’t going to listen. Neji wasn’t the type to just ignore someone when they had something important to say. Gaara knew that, and Sasuke couldn’t place why he hadn’t just approached the situation as such.

“You stated that we should keep an eye on him, right?” Gaara’s voice was a bit distant in the dark room as he looked at Naruto. “So we’ll do just that.” He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. Sasuke could hear the exhaustion in his voice. They looked at him and Naruto gulped to himself. Sasuke sighed and shook his head

“Here we go again.”

Gaara turned around to Sasuke and Naruto rolled his eyes. “Do you have something to say, Sasuke?” Gaara asked, but kept his face emotionless. The brunette looked at him and tried to hold his tongue but someone needed to say something about this whole payback scheme. Sasuke looked at Naruto, he knew the blond wasn’t going to be the one to do that.

“I do.” Sasuke said slyly. He walked up to Gaara and stood in his face. Naruto’s eyes were half between looking away and watching like it was too much to look away from. He was silently praying that Sasuke didn’t just step the short distance further to break Gaara’s stance with a kiss. He wasn’t sure if he could take another one of those.

“We all saw you walk over to him. You can’t play the hating game if you don’t have all the cards. Who do you think you’re fooling? It’s written all over your face that you still care about him. Even he knows it.” Sasuke had his eyes narrowed and there was a snarl in his voice. He didn’t know why he felt so strongly against what Gaara was doing but all he knew was that he did.

“You don’t know anything.” Gaara said, and pushed him back so that they weren’t so close. “You’re just a guy who’s been given everything that he’s ever wanted. You’ve never had to work for anything in your entire life. That goes for the people you’re interested in as well. You’re only concern right now is to get out of this quick enough so you can make a move on someone you’ve been stringing along for ages.” Gaara glanced at Naruto and then looked back at Sasuke. The brunette made a face that told Gaara he had better not say anything stupid.

“You’ve wanted him for a long time, haven’t you? And now that you’ve gotten the perfect opportunity, I’ve stepped in the way and crashed your plans to further drag him along with your games. So, Sasuke, what am I doing that’s so different from you?” Gaara breathed. “You’re lies are bigger than mine and you’re no better than me.”

Sasuke was standing about three feet away from Gaara and he didn’t know what made him snap, but something did. Either it was the way Gaara was talking to him, that Gaara was right, or the fact that his best friend was comparing them, and Sasuke didn’t like being compared to anyone.

So in all this darkness, the anger was thick in the room. Sasuke lost control of his composure and swung a healthy punch to Gaara’s nose. Time froze. Gaara couldn’t even move to hold the pain since he was in so much shock. Sasuke shook his hand from his side of the blow and took a step back.

All was silent in the room for awhile. Naruto stood gaping at the entire play. He couldn’t tell who was angrier between the two boys who were standing and staring at each other. He didn’t even know what was going on. Gaara still hadn’t moved, not even a muscle. Blood was rushing down his chin and dripping down to his shirt. The only thing going through his mind was that Sasuke had hit him.

Unaware of the pain inflicted on him, Gaara dropped to the floor and sat there. He finally wiped his drying nose on his wrist so he could breathe. His eyes felt hazy, like the hit had affected everything in his head. He looked at Sasuke, he still seemed to be holding some anger. Gaara lips quivered, something was trying to be said but he held his mouth shut.

“Do you think you deserve to be alone?” Sasuke frowned. “Because some times I don’t know.” He took another step back and turned towards the door, startled when Naruto’s facial expression made him want to softened his heart. The blond seemed to be frowning very sad like. Of course his two best friends were tearing each other apart for some pointless game. He did have a right to be upset by all of it. Sasuke had totally forgotten that Naruto was even in the room with them. He lowered his head a little in shame and stuck his hands in his pockets, quickly stepping to the side of Naruto and heading out the door.

Naruto was torn between what he should do. Gaara was helplessly staring at his hands like he’d never realized he had them and Sasuke was storming out since he’d embarrassed himself. Naruto stretched a hand towards Gaara and then pulled it back.

‘If Sasuke were still here he’d tell me to leave him alone.’ Naruto clenched his fists and turned around. There wasn’t anything he could say that Sasuke hadn’t already made clear. Gaara was just going to have to let that soak in and Naruto and Sasuke were going to have to hope it happened sooner rather than later.

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“Sasuke!” Naruto called but his voice was drowned out as they reached the stadium again. He ran after the Uchiha but he’d lost him in the crowd of people who were still walking around without seats.

Neji was one of the many people walking around, getting Haku a snack since he begged for nearly five minutes straight.

-“You need some exercise and I want some skittles. You’re doing us both a favor by getting up and walking around. You look like crap by the way.”-

Neji sighed as he stood in line and waited for the two teenage girls in front of him to hurry the hell up. That’s when he heard Naruto protesting and trying to persuade Sasuke to apologize to a certain someone. Neji turned around-as most people did-and watched Naruto pull on Sasuke’s arm. Neji turned curious eyes to the pair and listened as best he could.

“You didn’t have to hit him. I’m sure he didn’t really mean all those things. I mean come on, he’s hurt and he just found out that Lee didn’t take all those pictures. He really has no one to go off of now and you don’t have to side with Neji all the time. Gaara’s hurting too you know.”

Neji raised his eyebrow and turned his head around to look away as the pair walked passed him, not noticing he was there. Neji ran through what Naruto had said, or what he thought he’d heard Naruto say.

‘Sasuke hit Gaara? That seems odd. Those two have been extremely close for the passed few days. And Lee? What pictures is he talking about? I know he’s not referring to the cell pictures. That’s impossible. When I left to go to the mall that day Lee was still on the track. Something’s not right.’ He subconsciously scratched his head.

Upon looking away Neji’s eyes were directed to the parking lot of the stadium. He didn’t need to squint to see someone stumbling through the parked cars. Gaara’s name played games in his head. Neji could easily tell that the boy was having much trouble walking. Every step he took he tripped, hard.

Neji stepped out of line-he didn’t know why. He noticed that Naruto and Sasuke weren’t even heading to the parking lot. He quickly took the back steps that lead up the hill to the upper parking lot for the field. It gave one a perfect view of the parking lot that was on the lower level. Here he got a better view of Gaara staggering through the cars like he was looking for something or like he was having trouble breathing. He was holding his chest tightly, Neji noted. He lost Gaara every five seconds or so when the boy would fall in between the cars and then reappear a few feet away. Like he was crawling around.

Neji started walking down the stairs without even noticing what he was doing. He grabbed the rail and jumped over it before he got to the bottom, landing him in the iceplants that grew up the hill. He slid down the hill and jumped into the parking lot to hurry to the other side. He knelt down and searched in between the cars for the fallen boy. He hadn’t seen him in awhile.

“Gaara?” He stood up straight and licked his lips like the name was a bad taste in his mouth. He shook his head and looked down the isle of cars he was currently standing in. He looked up and saw the redhead a few yards ahead of him. Apparently Gaara had heard him because he was backing up. Neji stood still, he hadn’t thought of what he was going to do when he actually caught up to him. Neji really wanted to know why Gaara had just stopped in front of him and not said anything earlier. What had he planned to say?

Neji took two small steps and before he could take another, Gaara took off running in the other direction. Neji looked behind him and then back to the way Gaara went. He wasn’t going to chase him…but he did. His hood fell back and he squeezed through the cars trying to get the area Gaara was in. He slid in between two cars parked extremely close and slammed his hips on one of the side mirrors. He groaned but kept running, then he tripped a few times but Gaara was running very fast. It didn’t take Neji but a few swift steps to catch him. He grabbed Gaara’s wrist and yanked him back then threw him into one of the cars.

“Let…me go.” Gaara jerked his hand away and it flew back with so much force that it smashed open the car window. Glass shards pierced his hand but he was too tired to care. He was out of breath and his hair was soaking wet, from something. Neji opened his eyes wider to see Gaara’s face in the dark. The redhead looked like he’d taken a beating pretty hard. Neji remembered what Naruto had said to Sasuke earlier about hitting Gaara.

“Someone beat you up pretty bad.” Neji stated, keeping his voice calm, even though he was almost desperate to know what was going on. Gaara face had a few cuts that were definitely fresh. One just above his eye, one on his lower lip, and one on the ridge of his nose. His forehead was scrapped up and the skin was peeling off-probably from falling on the concrete. Then there was his bloody nose, which was seemingly broken.

“What do you care?” Gaara actually spit on him and kicked him away. Neji glared but didn’t lose his temper, he couldn’t have even if he wanted to. He was already low on energy and that little chase hadn’t helped him much. Neji ignored him as best he could and sucked up his rising anger.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, calmly. He was genuinely worried about Gaara but the redhead didn’t seem to care. He was totally oblivious to the fact that Neji was reaching out to him, like he had wanted the Hyuuga to. Neji waited, but Gaara didn’t answer, he just snorted and turned away. Neji ran his thumb over the cut above Gaara’s eye. Whether he hated or loved the redhead, he hated to see him hurt, that was for sure.

“Did Sasuke do this to you?”

Gaara snapped his head around, ready to thrust a hefty no at Neji but he stopped. This was it, this was how he was going to get Neji back. He just needed to play the helpless role and make it seem like he was in an abusive relationship. Neji was a sucker for Gaara whenever he’d gotten hurt before, what was the difference now?

Gaara didn’t answer the question. He frowned and turned away like he was ashamed of how he’d gotten the cuts and scraps, and he actually was. How he’d gotten them was not very pretty.

“I knew that Uchiha was now good. You’re being stupid.” Neji just assumed what he’d asked was correct since Gaara was prone to not answering question that were true.

“Me! You’re the one dating the school whore!” Gaara shouted, his fists clenching and unclenching. Oh how he hated that damn feminine boy.

“Haku’s not a whore.” Neji stated and then blinked.

“And Sasuke hasn’t ever laid a finger on me.” Gaara twitched. Sure Sasuke hadn’t been the one to beat the shit out of him but he did break his nose, which Gaara was certainly upset about.

Neji narrowed his eyes. “If you wanna be his pet then go ahead. It’s no different than you living with your father.” Two points for Neji! Gaara gritted his teeth, he knew Neji had said that on purpose. He knew Gaara hated his father more than anything. He knew that was going to set Gaara off.

Gaara took his good hand punched Neji in the stomach. “Don’t you ever mention him.” He growled and waited for Neji to hit him back, since he was used to people just taking shots at him lately. Neji didn’t double over but his body jerked. He stepped closer and grabbed the collar of Gaara’s shirt.

“Listen close, because I’m only going to say this once.” He was so close to Gaara that his nose was touching the others. “You, are making a mistake.” The words were so low that Gaara had to strain but he heard them, and he growled at their closeness. He’d been waiting for something this unexpected to happen. His chest heaved and there was only so much space between them. Neji wasn’t moving and neither was Gaara. Their eyes were locked and their hips were close. Gaara moved first, turning his head just barely. Neji grabbed his chin and winded him back, meshing their lips together.

Gaara jumped back, his body, his head, his lips…in shock. What was Neji doing? Gaara couldn’t register anything in his mind as those familiar lips laid across his. The kiss was strong and it wasn’t much more than Neji being a tease, but it meant so much to Gaara. So much that he pushed Neji away before his body could get the chance to blush. The Hyuuga finally let his anger snap and he grabbed Gaara by the throat.

“You want me back.” Neji’s voice was almost patronizing and it hadn’t even been a question. “It’s too bad, we could have been something.” He paused and squeezed Gaara tighter. “But you went and fucked it all up.” He was still speaking in a calm tone but he was agitated. “Now you’ve lost to Haku.”

Gaara stared hard at him. All his affection for Neji had disappeared. He wasn’t hurt by the last statement, he was enraged. How could that damn Hyuuga blame all of this on him? And how dare he say Gaara was losing to the whore? It was like he’d had no part in why Gaara had completely went off the deep end.

“You cheated.” Gaara breathed. “We’re not together because you….cheated.” He could hear the sadness in his own voice but he refused to show it on his face so he just contained a lifeless expression.

“You’ll say whatever you want to get back at me won’t you?” He let go of the boy’s neck but still stood close. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, Gaara.” He smiled, thinking he had won.

“What about things I see?” Gaara fumbled around in his jacket pocket. He was carrying the pictures like he always did. Neji frowned and thought about that, then he decided Gaara was only bluffing.

“You’re sneaky.” Neji said and moved, ready to leave by now. Gaara grabbed him and pulled him back, holding on to the boy’s jacket tightly.

“You’re right, I do want you back.” He said, pulling Neji closer. He wrapped his arms around the Hyuuga and slyly slipped the pictures into the boy’s jacket pocket. Neji was standing with no movement as Gaara stood taller to reach up and kiss him. The redhead stopped just inches from his lips.

“But you’re a jackass.” He said and put his palm over Neji’s face, pushing him away. Gaara got off the car and started walking the way he’d been running. He didn’t turn around but he heard Neji kick on of the cars before he disappeared out of the parking lot.

In the shadows a pair of disfavoring eyes was watching everything unfold into a position to where he was helpless to fix it or stop it. He circled a single car over and over watching and hating everything he saw. The redhead was either putting lips on someone or having someone put their lips on him and that wasn’t falling well with our night watcher. He let the anger in him rise as he watched the redhead walk away from Neji, and all he could do was thinking about how much he hated…Gaara.

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Neji sat beside Haku in the stands and went back to his slouching position. His hood was back on and he was once again hiding from the world-as he called it. Haku looked over at him and narrowed his eyes as Neji closed his eyes and crossed his arms. Haku turned to Itachi but the boy was in his own closed up mood. Haku growled when he noticed a particular character was missing from his spot in the bleachers. Haku sighed and looked back at Neji, noticing the space the boy had put between them when he sat back down.

Neji had been gone an awful long time and if Haku knew him and believed what he’d heard, then Neji had been with Gaara and that angered Haku. So he did the only thing he was good at, he slid closer and put his hand on Neji’s chest.

“Neji.” Haku climbed into his lap and straddled him, pushing the boy’s hood off. “You were gone a long time. The lines must have been pretty long.” He moved and tried to grind their hips together.

“They were.” Neji said, opening his eyes. Haku leaned closer and touched Neji’s nose with his. He drew circles on Neji’s chest with his finger and nuzzled him.

“Did you miss me?” Haku turned his voice into the most angelic sound he could conjure up, making him sound even more feminine. He wasn’t looking for an answer to his question though, and he never got it anyway. He leaned farther down and tilted his head, lips no more than centimeters away from Neji’s. “I missed you.” He moved to kiss Neji, filled the space between them but the Hyuuga turned away and Haku’s lips met his cheek.

Neji didn’t move for a few seconds after he heard Haku squeal in shock. His mind was cloudy and although he hadn’t meant to turn Haku away like that, it had just been a reflex…he wanted something else. Haku grabbed Neji’s face and turned him around. They stared into each other eyes and Haku seemed to be the one hurting now. He leaned down again and rested his head in the crook of Neji’s neck.

“Neji, tell me what’s wrong?” He was trying to hide the anger in his voice, and it worked like a charm. He felt Neji exhale in defeat and then wrap his arms around Haku small frame. But he never said anything, never answered the question. Haku squeezed his shoulders and held onto him tighter.

“You’re mine.” Haku whispered. ‘Not his.’ He thought and tried to snuggle closer but Neji moved away and pushed him back. He held Haku arms length away and stared at him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He sort of did shout that part. Haku looked dumbfounded and so did the couple of people who turned around. He tried to reach for Neji but the boy made sure he couldn’t. Haku frowned and his eyes began to water up. Neji shook his head indicating that the boy had better not start crying.

“Neji-“

“Don’t do it Haku.” Neji warned, pushing him off so they both could stand. They weren’t in the back of the stands but they were far enough back so that not a lot of people turned to watch. Neji was thankful, he knew Haku was about to throw a fit.

“You saw him.” He took a deep breath. “Every time you see him you start acting weird around me. Like you don’t want me anymore.” He growled. “Why don’t you want me?! I’m better than him!”

“No, Haku…you’re not.”

The forty or fifty or the people around froze when Haku screamed-and he screamed loud. He said, ‘WHAT!’ very very loudly. It was the first time anyone had seen him with pure hatred on his face. He was cherry red and he was baring his teeth. Neji couldn’t even believe he let that slip, but it was true, he felt that way so what use was there in hiding it?

“I didn’t mean that.” Neji said, so apparently there was so need to hide that. But it only made Haku’s mood worse. His eyes were red in the corners and that was a sure sign that he might be near tears.

“You did mean it. It’s true! I know it, you know it, hell the whole school knows it!” He pulled at his hair and turned around, about ready to jump off the stairs and head down to the field, but he turned back around. “The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise, but he hates you! He hates you! All you do is sit around and wait to crawl back to him when you have me. I wait on you hand and foot and you don’t even care. All you see is that I’m not him. Well fine, fuck you!”

“Sooner or later you will be finding out.” Neji said softly. As if Haku's cage wasn’t already rattling, it only upset him more that Neji was so calm about the whole thing. He didn’t look pestered in the least bit. Haku wanted to grab him and throw him across the field.

“What the hell does that mean?! Finding out! Finding out what?! That it was supposed to be this way all along? That he was supposed to fuck up your head so bad that you can’t sleep at night? I can’t understand you. First you want me and just when it’s perfect he calls, and you run to him.” Haku quieted his voice. “Just like you did in the parking lot just now right? That’s why you can’t stand for me to touch you, cause he’s been all over you for the last God damn however long!” He was breathing faster now and biting his lips so hard it begged to slip. “You’re just his play thing.”

Neji stared back, his cool temper had shot up a substantial amount. Bad things happen when Neji loses his tempter! He grabbed Haku by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward. “Who are you to call me a toy when that’s all you’ve ever been.” He was speaking low but through clenched teeth. “Nobody ever wanted you, and I took you in-” (Is this sounding familiar?) “-and befriended you when you were worthless and nothing special to look at. You were just a disgusting call boy who had been beaten one too many times over.” He breathed and began again.

“All you did was want more and more of the attention I gave you. Pressuring me into situations I couldn’t get out of. You were the cause of most of my arguments with him. And you were the one who convinced me leaving him was the right thing to do. And YOU are the reason why I! Am So! Fucked! Up!”

A sound echoed through stadium that wasn’t like anything coming from the game. One of Haku’s palms was glowing red and it shook. His other hand was clasped over his mouth in an effort for him to hold back the shear crying he wanted to do. The left side of Neji’s face was burning. No one had ever slapped him before. He could place the pain but he couldn’t believe it had actually happened. He quickly let go of Haku and reached up with a shaking hand to touch his face.

Haku stumbled back into Itachi where he jerked and tried to escape his grasp as well. He looked like a frightened lost child as he panicked and tried to get away. He fought Itachi with everything he had until the boy couldn’t hold onto him anymore. Haku baked up into several people but he didn’t care. He was shaking so bad that he looked like he was experiencing a minor panic attack. He looked from Itachi who was walking towards him calmly, to Neji who’s eyes were so wide open they looked like they would pop out.

"Why won't you love me?!" He shouted to Neji. Haku covered his mouth with both hands and broke down into a fit of crying. He turned around and ran the other way before Itachi could get to him. He stepped so swiftly down the stairs that he almost fell a few times but he made it to the bottom and out of the field area.

Up higher in the stands Sasuke and Naruto had seen the entire thing. They were both standing with their mouths wide open. Naruto looked at Sasuke and he looked at Neji. Gaara was never going to believe what they’d just heard. He was never going to believe that Neji had just completed broken up with Haku because he thought Gaara was better.

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By the time the game was over everyone was talking about the beautiful show Neji and Haku had put on for the crowd. Our two little redhead accomplices were currently scouting the school for wherever Gaara had gone. After the bathroom where they’d left him was found a bloody mess, Naruto had gone on a fit of hysteria. Screaming that someone had murdered Gaara and it was probably the cameraman.

They had searched half the school by the time Sasuke said he’d probably just gone back to Naruto’s house. So against the blonde's will they left the school and went back to his house.

“What if he’s not there? What if we left him to die at school? What if he’s laying in a ditch somewhere screaming ‘Naruto come help me please you’re the only one with the body to save me!’ I mean gees we can’t just look through half the school and give up to go home for hot chocolate with marshmallows. What if you only searched half the page in the where’s Waldo books? Huh? I’ll tell you….you’d find Waldo in the obituary dead the next week cause all the other fucking people on the pages suffocated him…or the guy drawing those things is probably a cameraman too! It would be where in the obituary is Waldo!”

“Calm down, he’s fine.” Sasuke said as he held tighter to the steering wheel. Truth be told he was a little shaken up to. It was practically his fault, or at least he had chosen to blame himself for all the ‘extra’ blood they found in the bathroom. Naruto could have been right, he was half the time anyway.

They pulled up to Naruto’s house and saw his bedroom light on. Naruto didn’t wait for Sasuke to stop the car, he jumped out and ran to the house, throwing the door open. He jumped over Iruka who was doing aerobics on the floor and ran to his room, Sasuke not far behind him.

“Naruto! What’s all this running around about?!” Iruka yelled but the two boys ignored him as the busted into Naruto’s room.

“Gaara!” The blonde’s voice was frantic. He was sweating and shaking and panting. He stumbled into the room and turned around to Sasuke. “He’s not here.” Naruto ran to his closet and threw it open, no one. He ran all around his room looking under the bed and on the shelves and all over the place. Sasuke stood at the door and watched him run around like a maniac. Naruto was so set on finding Gaara that he didn’t even notice the bloody clothes hanging out of Gaara’s bag near the door.

“Sasuke what the hell is wrong with you? Don’t just stand there like that! Go in the kitchen or around the house or in the back yard! Oh my God! The back yard!” Naruto started running and Sasuke clothes-lined him with his arm. Naruto fell on his back and looked up at him.

“What the hell was all that for?! We’re in a desperate situation. Now is not the time for you to be practicing your wrestling moves on me. Gees!” He tried to get up but Sasuke stepped on his chest.

“Calm down.” He pointed to the bag of Gaara’s belongings near the door. Naruto looked and inhaled so sharply he had to cough an exhale.

“The bathroom.” Naruto said and jumped up to run down the hall. Sasuke grabbed his shirt and held him back but Naruto kicked and screamed so much that Sasuke had to let go.

“Come on Naruto. He’s here. Aren’t you satisfied?” Sasuke walked after him as he dashed down the hall and just like his bedroom he threw the bathroom door open. Actually, no he didn’t. It was locked. Naruto jiggled the handled and threw his shoulder into the wood as hard as he could.

“Gaara open the door. Are you okay? We saw the school bathroom. You’re not hurt are you? I mean of course you’re hurt but are you at least alive in there?! Gaara this isn’t funny open the door!” He smashed his shoulder into the door again and the latch popped. The door flew open and Naruto fell inside on the floor. Huddled up against the wall, naked, soaking wet with his knees to his chest was Gaara.

Naruto couldn’t help the squeaks coming from his throat as his eyes played wheel of fortune. He looked at Gaara’s face-or what he could see from the way Gaara had his face buried in his arms. He didn’t even look up at Naruto but the blond reached for him as Sasuke finally appeared in the doorway. Naruto swallowed as he got closer. Gaara slowly raised his head to show a pink nose and reddened eyes.

The cuts on him were more visible than before and they were raw pink from the shower water. It looked like he had been trying to claw at them with his nails. He had more cuts than he did when Neji had seen him in the parking lot.

“Dear Kami…what happened to you?” Naruto cried.

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((Flashback))

Gaara was lying on the floor of the cold bathroom. His hands were bruised by now from punching the tile. Getting up he walked to the sink and looked in the mirror he could barely see himself in. He frowned at the reflection he saw.

‘Monster.’ He heard his mind say. He was trying to destroy what he’d come to love. Sasuke was right, all Gaara needed to do was talk to Neji instead of trying to make him suffer more. Gaara knew better than anyone what he was going through. He’d read through all Neji’s records for his sessions. He was only getting worse and it was because Gaara was being selfish.

‘Monster.’ He heard someone say again. Someone who was not him but lived within him. The person who was making him act like this. The person that hated Neji and wanted revenge. The person who had made him hold the box cutter to his wrists that dreadful night.

‘Monster.’ Gaara grabbed the sides of his head and squeezed, hoping he could stop the talking that wasn’t his. He picked up a piece of broken tile and tossed it at the mirror. He didn’t break it and his lips quivered as he began to rock back and forth trying not to break down.

‘Monster.’ He pulled at his hair as hard as he could, feeling the strength of it fail as he ripped some of it out. “Stop!” He yelled. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around himself. He was biting his lip on the corner and it began to bleed. He rocked until he fell over on his side and laid out, then rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

‘You’re a monster.’ He closed his eyes so tight they started tearing up. He was subconsciously holding his breath at the same time and before he knew it he couldn’t breathe. He rolled over and got up…stumbling to the other side of the sink to turn on the water where he drenched his hair. The water dripped on the floor around him and he looked at it.

‘You’re a monster.’ Gaara spun around. He swore he heard the voice clearly now. He turned again so fast that he slipped on the water and knocked his head on the marble sink. He laid on the floor holding his throbbing forehead. Blood spilled from him and rolled through his hair and onto the floor.

‘You’re a monster.’ Gaara covered his eyes. “Shut up!” He screamed again and again and again. He got up and looked in the mirror, staring at all the blood. He breathed through his clenched teeth and grabbed a hold of the sink. He could see himself calling himself a monster and it was physically and mentally hurting him. He held the sink tighter and slammed his head into the mirror as hard as he could.

The glass broke but it didn’t fall apart so much as it left a small crater type shape. A piece of the glass was embedded inside Gaara’s head, he could feel it but he ignored it as he went into a fit rage and threw himself on the floor. Tossing and turning and unintentionally cutting up his body on the broken sharp tiles. He screamed, gibberish. Crawling at the floor and making his fingers bleed until he couldn’t hear the voice anymore.

“Just shut up…please.” He laid there and cried to himself. He didn’t know what was wrong, he was just...hurting.

((End Flashback))
(A:N Gaara did not tell Naruto the flashback…that was him remembering and for your benefit.)

Gaara flinched when Naruto wrapped a towel around him. His eyes told Naruto that he barely knew where he was, who he was, and probably didn’t know what he’d done. He shook as Naruto wrapped him tighter and with the help of Sasuke stood Gaara up. They walked him to Naruto’s room and laid him on the bed, wrapping him in blankets. Naruto closed his room door and locked it. He pulled out the first-aid and started cleaning up Gaara’s face, that was clean from the shower but blood was easing slowly still.

“Who did this to you?” Naruto kept a frown on his face the entire time. Gaara’s hazy eyes turned to Sasuke and all the blur in his vision barely allowed him to see.

“Neji…” Gaara said. Naruto stopped moving and Sasuke twitched at the name. They looked at each other and then back at Gaara. His eyes were closed and he was trying to breathe slowly.

“He kissed me in the parking lot.” Gaara swallowed but it burned his throat. “He’s why I’m like this. Why I’m…a monster.” Gaara’s eyes tightened and he held back tears. What could he do now besides follow through with the plan. Neji didn’t care about him anymore, he loved Haku. He said it. He said it! …he said it, didn’t he?

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Neji knocked on the door of a fairly small apartment building. Nobody ever visited Haku, no one ever wanted to. Neji knocked again, much harder. Haku only let him in the house once, and he’d only stayed in the living room. The boy lived alone. He had no parents and no family. He’d been orphaned at a young age and he was passed around from foster home to foster home. He’d been abused and raped and assaulted more times than he could count.

Neji put a hand over his face and sighed. He really needed to stop trying to rescue these battered boys. They were only causing him trouble everywhere he went. He knocked again, even harder than the first two times, practically pounding on the door.

“Haku!” He felt somewhere near horrible about everything that had happened earlier and he couldn’t sleep. Not that he would have been sleeping even if things would have gone smoothly. Aside from the panning femi, Gaara was also haunting him. Neji couldn’t come to grips with the fact that he’d just so easily let himself fall back into the redhead’s lap. Now he was the weak one, now he was Gaara’s toy, now he’d been figured out. All his hard work on forgetting what it felt like to love Gaara had been for nothing.

Haku didn’t open the door, nor did he make any sound to let Neji know he was home, but the boy knew. Neji knocked softer this time and leaned his side against the door.

“Listen, I know you’re in there. I just…“ Neji wasn’t very good at apologizing. “I meant what I said. You’re not better than him. You can’t replace him, Haku. I don’t even know why you’re trying to. I can’t-“ He exhaled. “-I can’t love you the same way. I’m not even sure if I can love you…or if I should. I don’t want to lose you too but…you’re not doing any different than what he did when I came to you for comfort. Don’t become so jealous that I push you away.” He moved off the door and knocked twice, very lightly before he stepped away.

“So you can’t love me.” Haku’s voice was not coming from the door. Neji had had his head down but he raised it to see Haku standing in the stairwell that lead up to his apartment. So Neji had been talking to just the door, or possible Haku's stupid little dog. Neji ran a hand through his hair, it was different now that the boy was standing in front of him. Haku was carrying a paper bag full of groceries and a small bag with his stupid dog.

“That’s all I want, Neji.” Haku smiled in the dim light of the hall. He'd had a few hours to calm down so he was okay-so to speak. He walked up the few steps and around the banister to where Neji was standing. He didn’t answer Haku, He just made eye contact. Haku just smiled, walked passed him and unlocked the door.

“You can stay if you want.” Haku walked in the house and left the door open behind him. Neji turned around and took a deep breath. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into anymore. Every time he convinced himself he loved Gaara, Haku would reel him back in like he was there for amusement. Of course, Neji only let him because he was lonely and so was Haku.

He walked in the house and closed the door behind him. Haku was running around the kitchen putting food away while he hummed a song and danced with scruffy. Neji waited in the living room like he knew Haku wanted him too. All he could do was think in there, about Haku, about Gaara.

He was literally torn between them. On one side he had a love that shouldn’t have worked out and a boy who he wanted back but the down side was all the problems and fights and worries the boy put him through. He was still stressed out from the outbreak that had been cause by him nonetheless but he was entirely too young to be worried about all that. He had five hundred other things to worry about.

On the other side he had a second love that was destined from their first hello. A boy who was genuinely in love with him. Not because he was popular and not because he rich, but just because he was Neji. The same boy that had convinced him that they belonged together and had stolen from his heart from the other boy. Everything in his body was telling him that this boy was the one he needed to be with, because it wasn't going to be the death of him.

Neji hunched forward on the couch and put his head in his hands. Everything was just so confusing. He loved them both. He was allowed to be in love with both of them wasn’t he? There were no rules that said he couldn’t be, were there? Aside from having nightmares less and less, he was now having issues sleeping because he half wanted to go back to Gaara and half wanted to remain with Haku. He’d kept that to himself all this time, not even Jiraiya knew, which was probably why it was eating him up so bad.

“You don’t have to you know.” Haku’s voice was sweet as he came back into the living room. “I’m used to it by now.” He handed Neji a glass of water and the Hyuuga looked up at him like he was confused.

“You’re talking about me loving you.” Neji said and sat the glass on the coffee table. Haku sat next t him on the couch and held onto his dog for dear life, smiling.

“Do you know that even when I don’t feel loved by you, I can always come home and BG will love me?” Haku kissed the little dog on the nose. (That was for you John! XD ) “You know me Neji, I adapt well to almost anything thrown at me.” He looked at Neji and released the dog to the floor. “But you’re different…” He sniffled. “ You were the first person to ever look at me like I was something more than just something to beat up on. And without wanting to sound desperate or clingy, I don’t want to let you go. I finally feel like you’re giving me a chance to show you that I’m just more than someone you sleep with.” He turned away and wiped his eyes dry.

“I don’t mean to cloud you all the time but I just get so jealous whenever-“ He stopped and looked away again. This time Neji touched his shoulder and turned him back around. His face was blank but his eyes were full of something. Exhaustion, stress, confusion, Haku wondered if Gaara’s suicide attempt was really the cause of Neji’s sleepless nights.

“I’m sorry I hit you.” Haku said softly as Neji took his chin in his hand and brought Haku closer. Haku turned away, embarrassed about what he’d done but Neji pulled him into his lap and sat back on the couch.

“I deserved it.” Neji spoke slowly. “I said a great deal and apparently I’ve been a jackass to a lot of people. I should be thanking you.” He let Haku straddle him and he grabbed the boy’s hips. “I’m sorry.” It didn’t sound quite forced, it just sounded weird coming out of Neji’s mouth.

“You’re apologizing?” Haku’s smile fell to a frown. “You’ve never-“ He was quieted when Neji put a finger to his lips and pulled him down into a kiss. Haku didn’t take the shock of Neji’s tongue very well. He moved his hips off Neji but the Hyuuga just pulled them back. Haku pushed at his chest to get off but Neji took a hold of both sides of his face and tiled his head. Neji pulled away and Haku only got half a breath before his lover pressed their lips back together.

Haku was still trying to get away for whatever reason and it was frustrating Neji. He slid one arm around Haku’s waist and held tight. With the other hand he managed to get a good grip on the back of Haku’s hair.

“Stop.” Neji said into Haku’s mouth. The boy immediately obeyed and stopped trying to fight off what he wanted. He opened his legs wider and sat up, hovering over Neji. He tossed the boy’s head on the back on the couch and his stomach matched Neji’s chest as he wound his tongue into Neji’s mouth and cursed that fact that his pants were still on, and tight.

Neji overpowered Haku’s sweet kiss and forced the boy off him and onto the couch. They lost contact for a second as Neji crawled over him and stared. Haku smiled bashfully and then winked at him. He pulled Neji on top of him and they stayed a few inches away from each other, and during those few awkward seconds Haku noticed something.

“Why do I feel like you don’t really want this?” Question of not doing it or not Haku still wrapped his legs around Neji's waist. Neji’s blank stare turned into something of a lost look. He kissed Haku and then pulled away and then kissed him again, but he remained silent. Neji moved lower and ran his lips across Haku’s neck. Haku took a deep breath and arched his back, biting his bottom lip and letting it slid through his teeth.

“Neji-” Haku’s voice was questioning.

“You talk too much.” Neji said and drove his hands under Haku’s shirt to remove it. Haku stopped him and pulled Neji’s head up but the front of his hair. The Hyuuga was finally paying attention to him, pupil-less and full of undivided attention.

“Don’t do this to me if I’m not the one you want.” Haku’s eyes were sad again. He hated stopping Neji but he was sure he could almost feel Neji not wanting him.

“Are we back to this again?” Neji started to sit up but Haku somehow flipped them over and laid on top of him. He slammed Neji into the couch and held him by his shirt. No more smiling Haku, no there was only serious Haku, and he was probably not one to piss off, lest you be smacked to death.

“No.” Haku raised his voice. “Don’t make this hard. You know I want you, I only asked if you really wanted me.” He wasn’t growling but he sure as hell should have been with the way he was holding Neji down with such force. They were both a bit angry from earlier and it was probably carrying over but Haku seemed more agitated.

“I’m here. I initiated it. I apologized. What does all that mean?” That should have meant something at least. Neji never apologized to anyone and Haku should have known that Neji was being serious. If he didn’t want to be there he would never have come.

“It could mean anything with you.” Haku wasn’t shaking him but his ands were shaking and that in turn made it seem like he was shaking the boy laying under him. Neji waited, he didn’t really know what to say to that. It was like he kept explaining himself for no reason.

“Haku.” He decided to say. He looked up at the boy as if to ask. ‘What more do you want?’ but Haku didn’t seem to understand the look. Or he did and was choosing to ignore it.

“You’re not being honest. With. Me.” Haku slammed him into the couch again.

“Stop.” Neji said very quietly. It was like a magic word or something because Haku lost his attitude and the grip on Neji’s shirt all in the blink of an eye. Haku sat up and Neji sat up with him. The Hyuuga ran a hand through the other’s hair and Haku relaxed.

“Don’t make excuses with me Haku.” Neji pulled the boy’s shirt off. “I’m too stressed out for that.” He closed his eyes and kissed Haku’s chest softly. Haku leaned his head forward and out his forehead on Neji’s. He stroked the side of Neji’s face and then leaned down to capture him in a tight embrace.

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(AN: Warning of massive poetry, I will no longer be referring to them as Neji and Haku. So please pay close attention. I’m sick of all the lame Yaoi scenes so…yours truly will be making it worth your seven chapter wait. I’m going to be narrating as if I were telling a story about Neji and sidely-that’s a word-explaining Haku…understand? Damn that’s confusing. Pretend you know nothing about Haku and I’m explaining how Neji has sex with a person. There’s just plan old Neji equaling…’He’ or ‘His’ or ‘The way.’ Haku=His lover. ( Cue background Music… “Center Of Attention”-Jackson Waters) USE YOUR IMGINATION PEOPLE!

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The way graceful hands touched the soft skin of seductive smooth and pale hips was an ocean of his lust for the corrupted side of him.

Curiosity drives those same hands to breathe across his lover’s belly.

Granted, the soft sound of a giggle in the deep vastness of the their oblivion to the world crumbling around them.

The way eyes glow in the dreary stillness of a night taken world caused breathless exhales of pleasure to escape from between his lover’s lips.

Words were lost in the mind he deemed not fit to enjoy the soft caress of fingers touching the skin he was trying to hide beneath his clothes.

The body before him was open and ready to be taken in his seemingly loving grasp.

Calling to it with the voice of a man, desperate for some kind of requite for the years he lost to a passed love.

The dangers of being exposed for the person he was plagued his heart, as he resumed the fall of his hands casted upon his fragile love.

Hands warm to the touch of skin so silky it felt like cold porcelain.

A mission with no retreat to the pair of Parasuco straight-legged tight jeans the lover of his nightmares was wearing.

The thin waistband fell low over his prey’s hips, revealing so much delectable skin for the mind to wonder about, crave over.

His grip around such a slender canvass of strong artistry, yet simple delicacy, became a constant need of watch.

His sparkling eyes closed as the love doll slid a fine finger across his trembling lips.

Air to him was precious as he began to lose it with the constant pain and panic of one sitting his aching lap.

Folding the center grasp of his lover’s jeans apart, he took a sharp breath as satin pink lips collided with his.

The sound of acceptance and want spilled from his throat as a lavishing tongue found it’s way into the depths of his thirsty mouth.

A body sat up a pressed firmly against his winded chest, allowing him to peel off the guard of entrance around his lover’s existence.

An evil in his impatient look forced the sudden spark of frustration as he threw his lover back and tore the fabric away from his heated body.

His fancy bit tight on his own lip and drooled a feeling moan.

Moments passed as his newborn eyes feasted upon the gentle body of another with such greed that it leap from his pores.

Unable to wait any longer, a slither of his body advanced him to the comfort of aligned bodies, bare chest to bare chest.

His lips descended so roughly they threatened to bruise his lover in the most tasteful manner.

Against his leg his lover begged to be the center of his attention.

Without a breath to interrupt their bond of passionate longing, he slid a free hand down between them to grant undivided attention to the praiseworthy member beating against him.

His hand felt the comfortable portion of his lover that his knew was the warmest.

A smile fell into his mouth as he gasped for air when the handled forced a satisfying sound into him.

His hand ached like a thousands anxious pains as he gradually treated to stroking the element of his lovers happiness.

No words were shared through the time that he down the fair maidens neck, and left sweet spots of burning kissed on his body.

This was his true joy, to be wrapped in the arms of a sterling Romeo for his heart to be content with.

He paused his motion for a quick still second to look up at his love and relay a half smile.

This is what the one lying under his frame wanted from him the most.

As soft as he could, he let sleek lips fall victim to the sensuous feel of a luscious full kiss.

His body fell hard and he shuddered closer to let his pants sweater over his lover’s piece.

Vibrations in the bases of his form crept stronger, emitting low growls to rush free from his throat.

The couch below them was all the support he could find to sit up and give himself the type of space he needed to remove the clasp of tension holding him from feeling skin on skin.

In a desperate attempt to reconstruct the position of his pants and keep his promise to the other boy, he fumbled too long for the comfort of another.

He found himself staring at the ceiling of the small room from where he laid flat on his back in the silence.

This lover of his crawled to him like he was proud to be in all his bare majesty.

He was relieved of that contraption that kept them from loving each other and his lover now fell prey to the furious staring.

Nothing but eyes upon eyes in the grand fame of their darkened time with one another could be needed.

Again the slender feel of thin fingers met the sweetness of his skin, only this time they slid in such a way that it wasn’t love they wanted.

A tease tasted him and the erection of his loins was far greater than what the kiss had left behind.

The way he clutched the couch was a sure sign of effort to control the fitting want he had for arching his excited body.

The attention he received was the structure of someone trying to pass on the feeling of desire his lover shared for him.

He laid almost still as the powerful parts of a mouth played lightly over his pinning extension.

The flutter in his stomach was more than just the spring butterflies that clouded the skies during mating season.

It wasn’t just a feel a sin growing inside him to be with this person for the better part of his horizontal night.

Feelings stronger than any love he had ever been subjected to kept him from throwing the participant against the couch and having his ravenous way.

He was breathing here.

He was living here.

He was loving here.

It mattered not that he had been stolen by the simplicity of a seduction, but that in turn had given him something to crave and need.

The lips of another kissed him in the most tender of spots, leaving trails of warmth behind them.

A tongue released its torture precariously around the summit of his arousal.

He could feel the back of a throat with himself as his precious eyes held open as if they would never see again if they closed.

The beauty of his shaking body made his lover smile up at him and prove that he wasn’t the only one with soft and rarely pure colored irises.

He inhaled slowly to smell the savory traces of cologne his lover wore, then felt the velvety texture of hair falling over his thighs.

He knew his time like this was drowning to an abrupt end as the lips on him pained a burning.

His substance wanted to be released and it was just as impatient as he was.

He pulled forward his body like a nightish zombie among new life, and grabbed the delicate hair of boy invoking right on him.

One swift motion of his strength brought the lovely saturated lips up to his.

He placed the creature of beauty in his lap while mastering the taste of his kiss.

He cast loose a slippery soul of white that overlaid their lower stomachs.

He pulled away from the bruised pink and rich lips of his heaven sent valentine.

Hitches of breath were in the atmosphere, and the one clouding him with thoughts of forever affection, stared a silent cry into his eyes.

((End poem-ness))

“I love you, Neji. That’s all I wanted.” Haku stared at him with the most intense stare Neji had ever seen. He wanted to say it back but his head fell instead. Haku took a deep breath and bit his lip.

“Love me.” Haku stroked the side of his face. “I can’t hurt you.”

Neji looked up, he wasn’t smiling. He looked even more sad than he did when he had first come over. Haku didn’t know what to think. He turned his head and found his pants on the floor. He grabbed them and moved off Neji to tug them on. He wiped the coated substance of his stomach with his shirt and stood to look down on Neji.

“What was I thinking? You’re too evil for love.” Haku laughed. “Come on, let’s get a shower.” His laughter was the only thing he had to play off his hurt.

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Gaara was laying in Naruto's bed by the time midnight rolled around. Next to him was a snoring blond and on the floor was Sasuke who was forced against his will to stay so he couldn’t protect Gaara from Neji if the brunette were to show up and cause any more damage to Naruto’s poor little redhead.

He sat up and pulled the bandages off his forehead. Naruto had taken everything to the extreme and wrapped him up like a mummy. Gaara got out of the bed as carefully as he could and walked over Sasuke. His head was throbbing but he overlooked it and sat at Naruto’s computer. He raised his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.

Things were dangerous for him right now. He needed to be somewhere where he could think to himself and just be away from Neji for awhile. All his plans were going to hell and he wasn’t going to allow that. If Neji wanted Haku then Gaara was just going to make sure Haku wasn’t worth the fuss.

He grabbed a pen from the desk and began writing on a blank sheet of computer paper. The comic he was drawing was going to be like no other. There was nothing like drawing a person’s death and then mailing it to their house. He grinned to himself in the dark.

Meanwhile back at Haku’s house while Neji was in the shower, Haku was cleaning up the living room. He picked up all Neji’s clothes and carried them into his room to get them washed. He shook out Neji’s pants and then folded them, same with his shirt. Then as he went to hang out the boy’s jacket two missing memories fell out onto the floor.

Haku picked them up and was about to put them back when he caught a glimpse. He gasped so loud that it might as well have been a scream. He looked around, not really knowing what to do. He was torn between why Neji had them and how he got them. Haku wondered if Neji had actually asked someone to take them. He was disgusted, he felt betrayed, he was…angry.

Just on time Neji departed from the bathroom, dressed in a towel around his wait. He stopped and stared at Haku, the femi had a vicious glow about him.

“Neji, what are these?”

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((End Chapter)) -this was the single hardest chapter I have ever written in my life. Do to the fact that my Yaoi was merely me whining about my sexless life. Which is great!
If you didn’t like the Yaoi poetry slam then I’m sorry chapter [insert chapter number] has regular hardcore Yaoi. I loved it…something new. If you’re just reading for Yaoi then that’s your own fault not mine. I’m not like other writer’s okay! I do me and not you.

My apologies for the long wait as well. I got back in school! Hooray! And things are hectic with Finanical aid and scheduling. No excuses…chapter 8 will be short but it will be out by no later than…well I can’t say. LEAVE ME SOME LONG REVIEWS AND I’LL MAKE BROWINES FOR YOU ALL!

Oh oh oh oh oh oh before I go. Do you all still think Lee is the cameraman?! We’ll see! Dun dun dunnnnnnnn
-Nik