I Will Fix You
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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824
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I Will Fix You
Author's note: It's my first time writing something like this, so try to be nice about it. If you don't like Gaara and Lee together then too bad. Calling him Dr. Lee kind of makes me laugh when I type it. The smut will come a bit later, please be patient. Reviews make me happy, don't worry, I take criticism pretty well. Well not really, but on with the story.
Chapter 1
Sitting stiffly in his office chair, Dr. Lee scrunched up his face in worry as he wondered what had happened over the past few months. Just a shadow of his former ambitious and happy self, his life had become this bleary and monotonous thing. It seemed as if the days had begun to blend together.
All his life, Lee had helped others, even those who hated him. He had always been an outcast because of his bushy eyebrows and sometimes overbearing personality. No one thought he could live his dream of becoming a therapist. Yet he spent hours on end reading and learning everything he could about the human mind. To the surprise of everyone around him, he graduated at the top of his class in record time. Now, at the age of 20, he thought this would be the highlight of his life, but something was missing.
Every moment would seem like years as he listened to his patients ramble on about their pointless problems. Lee would casually diagnose them, always seeing them leave comforted, improved somehow. But it meant nothing to him. The passion he felt was gone.
"Another patient...another waste of time." he sighed, feeling guilty for thinking that way, but not being able to control it. He quickly skimmed the file lying on his desk.
"Hmm...His name is Gaara, he is 19, sent here by his brother and sister. Serious psychological problems..." He stifled a yawn. "I will find out the rest when he comes in." Lee didn't know why he felt so indifferent; he was just overcome with boredom.
"Please send him in." Lee mumbled into the speaker on his desk. He thought of getting up to greet Gaara, but in the end decided to scope out the boy before making any decisions.
The gold knob turned and the door opened to reveal someone unlike anyone Lee had ever seen in his life. What he saw before him was a boy seemingly made of porcelain, with a shock of crimson red hair. His brilliant blue eyes were lined in black eyeliner, and he had the kanji "love" tattooed on the corner of his forehead. His eyes radiated something that frightened and fascinated Lee at the same time. For the first time in a long time, Lee had felt something other than apathy.
Seeing that the boy was doing nothing to initiate a conversation, Lee decided to take the first step. "Hello Gaara. I am Dr. Lee. Please sit down." Glaring at him icily, Gaara sunk down into the cushioned leather couch. "May I ask why you are here?" Lee asked, his voice unintentionally brimming with curiosity. Gaara remained silent for a few moments. "Because I was forced to be, by my ‘family’." Gaara said angrily. "His voice is so threatening...but sultry. Did I just use the word sultry?!" Lee thought, shocked.
"Why do you think they would send you here?" Lee asked. Another long pause. "Because I'm a monster." he answered his voice flat and emotionless. "Why do you think you are a monster?" Lee questioned. He knew it didn't take an experienced therapist to see Gaara was empty inside.
"I don't actually have to tell you anything." Gaara said, a bit of annoyance entering his voice. He slouched defiantly, and Lee couldn't help noticing the smooth curve of Gaara's back and the subtle arch and he leaned deeper into the couch.
"Please, Gaara. Obviously if you are here you are trapped into going into these sessions. You might as well use this time to talk about yourself instead of sitting here doing nothing." he said, trying to reason with the boy. "Fine." Gaara sighed. "So tell me about your life, from the start." Lee said.
Gaara shut his eyes and grimaced, as if in pain. He clenched his shaking fists and attempted to choke out his story. "I...was a parasite. My birth killed my mother; she bled and bled for me. And she hated me for it. I know she did. She died cursing me. My mother was beloved in this town, and I killed her. My family has never felt any love in their hearts for me because of it. I have never...." he stopped at this moment, teeth clenched and fist twisted in anger and sadness. "Felt....love."
Lee looked on, not sure what to say. His heart cried out to take Gaara in his arms, to hold him, to show him what love was. He didn't know why these feelings were overtaking him so quickly. He knew he was losing control. He knew he had to be a professional. "I am sorry Gaara." he said as evenly as he could. "Life can be so cold sometimes." And as Gaara's sad blue eyes met his, he knew he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away.
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A/N--Yeah I know it's lame. But I promise it will get better. And the chapters will get longer and more interesting. I'm just laying down the plot here.
Chapter 1
Sitting stiffly in his office chair, Dr. Lee scrunched up his face in worry as he wondered what had happened over the past few months. Just a shadow of his former ambitious and happy self, his life had become this bleary and monotonous thing. It seemed as if the days had begun to blend together.
All his life, Lee had helped others, even those who hated him. He had always been an outcast because of his bushy eyebrows and sometimes overbearing personality. No one thought he could live his dream of becoming a therapist. Yet he spent hours on end reading and learning everything he could about the human mind. To the surprise of everyone around him, he graduated at the top of his class in record time. Now, at the age of 20, he thought this would be the highlight of his life, but something was missing.
Every moment would seem like years as he listened to his patients ramble on about their pointless problems. Lee would casually diagnose them, always seeing them leave comforted, improved somehow. But it meant nothing to him. The passion he felt was gone.
"Another patient...another waste of time." he sighed, feeling guilty for thinking that way, but not being able to control it. He quickly skimmed the file lying on his desk.
"Hmm...His name is Gaara, he is 19, sent here by his brother and sister. Serious psychological problems..." He stifled a yawn. "I will find out the rest when he comes in." Lee didn't know why he felt so indifferent; he was just overcome with boredom.
"Please send him in." Lee mumbled into the speaker on his desk. He thought of getting up to greet Gaara, but in the end decided to scope out the boy before making any decisions.
The gold knob turned and the door opened to reveal someone unlike anyone Lee had ever seen in his life. What he saw before him was a boy seemingly made of porcelain, with a shock of crimson red hair. His brilliant blue eyes were lined in black eyeliner, and he had the kanji "love" tattooed on the corner of his forehead. His eyes radiated something that frightened and fascinated Lee at the same time. For the first time in a long time, Lee had felt something other than apathy.
Seeing that the boy was doing nothing to initiate a conversation, Lee decided to take the first step. "Hello Gaara. I am Dr. Lee. Please sit down." Glaring at him icily, Gaara sunk down into the cushioned leather couch. "May I ask why you are here?" Lee asked, his voice unintentionally brimming with curiosity. Gaara remained silent for a few moments. "Because I was forced to be, by my ‘family’." Gaara said angrily. "His voice is so threatening...but sultry. Did I just use the word sultry?!" Lee thought, shocked.
"Why do you think they would send you here?" Lee asked. Another long pause. "Because I'm a monster." he answered his voice flat and emotionless. "Why do you think you are a monster?" Lee questioned. He knew it didn't take an experienced therapist to see Gaara was empty inside.
"I don't actually have to tell you anything." Gaara said, a bit of annoyance entering his voice. He slouched defiantly, and Lee couldn't help noticing the smooth curve of Gaara's back and the subtle arch and he leaned deeper into the couch.
"Please, Gaara. Obviously if you are here you are trapped into going into these sessions. You might as well use this time to talk about yourself instead of sitting here doing nothing." he said, trying to reason with the boy. "Fine." Gaara sighed. "So tell me about your life, from the start." Lee said.
Gaara shut his eyes and grimaced, as if in pain. He clenched his shaking fists and attempted to choke out his story. "I...was a parasite. My birth killed my mother; she bled and bled for me. And she hated me for it. I know she did. She died cursing me. My mother was beloved in this town, and I killed her. My family has never felt any love in their hearts for me because of it. I have never...." he stopped at this moment, teeth clenched and fist twisted in anger and sadness. "Felt....love."
Lee looked on, not sure what to say. His heart cried out to take Gaara in his arms, to hold him, to show him what love was. He didn't know why these feelings were overtaking him so quickly. He knew he was losing control. He knew he had to be a professional. "I am sorry Gaara." he said as evenly as he could. "Life can be so cold sometimes." And as Gaara's sad blue eyes met his, he knew he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away.
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A/N--Yeah I know it's lame. But I promise it will get better. And the chapters will get longer and more interesting. I'm just laying down the plot here.