Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Life in the Labels ❯ Freaks At Heart ( Chapter 5 )

Life in the Labels

 

Yes, this chapter is all in normal POV. I had to get it out of my system. BTW, you may see quite a bit of OOCness in here. Some of the characters I've never really seen, heard, or read about, so they were hard to write. But not Gaara, never Gaara. I heart Gaara.

 

Continue, continue, dear friends.

 

Lesson for everyone; we are all freaks at heart.

 

IMPORTANT NOTE: Also, those of you reading on MM, I'm not very good friends with that website… (it ate one of my stories once…meh) so if you get impatient with my updating on MM, try fanfiction.net. I update there faster. It's just so much easier.

 

Chapter Five: Freaks At Heart

 

Normal POV

(Normal POV throughout chapter)

 

Kiba, his hood shoved messily over his head, turned to look at his dear friend, Sasuke. “Dude, what's up with you? Did you get any sleep last night? You look like you got mascara on! You look scarier then Gaara! You—”

 

“I get the point.” Sasuke said groggily, rubbing his head, for a pain had started to evolve beneath his skull.

 

Another member of their “triangle” in the hallway was Shikamaru Nara. You see, Shikamaru is a very lazy teenager, which is not very abnormal. But for some reason, today he was feeling extra extra extra extra lazy today, and decided it wasn't worth the energy to actually form eligible words right now. “Yuah Saucekay…” He said slowly, leaning against the wall behind him in order to support him and his tired body.

 

“Translation, Shika?” Kiba said, as though out of reflex. They've all gone through this before.

 

“Yeah Sasuke.” He groaned. That had pulled a few extra energy points out of him.

 

“Thank you.” Kiba muttered, then turned to Sasuke. “Okay, Sasuke. You can tell us—” his eyes darted over to the half-lidded ones of Shikamaru, who seemed more asleep then awake, “…Me.”

 

The boy-in-question seemed to ponder this for a few moments. Then he simply said, “It's none of your eefing business.”

 

“Eefing?” He questioned.

 

“Effing. Whatever.” Shrugging, his gaze slipped to the floor.

 

“Is it Itachi again?” Kiba asked knowingly. Sasuke flinched, though neither of his friends noticed. Instead, he just muttered a low “no,” and kept staring at the tile. He didn't want Kiba and Shikamaru getting mixed in with his family issues, they probably had their own.

 

“Well we're just worried about you, man…” Awkward moment. Did Kiba just say he cared? Strange. Even Shikamaru seemed a bit more into the conversation now.

 

Luckily, the chiming of the warning bell snapped everyone away from that moment. “Uh, later.” Sasuke waved dumbly, before hurrying through the hallway, and off to class.

 

Kiba and Shikamaru shared an equal goodbye, before heading to their classes too.

 

-

 

Gaara wasn't just mad, Gaara was outright hysteric. And you want to know why? Well, because dear ole dad didn't call him or anything, and Gaara was forced to live in silence for three days straight. Well, it wasn't like he was at all worried about his two older siblings, right?

 

Wrong! He had dug himself an early grave worrying. Finally, when they did come home, they kind of waved him off with, “Oh we're fine.”

 

So there's only one thing to say.

 

Gaara.

 

Is.

 

Ready.

 

To.

 

Kill.

 

There were currently three other people in his class right now, none of which he really cared for. There was Akari, Kyo, and some other kid. Gaara didn't know his name, but they had this face that made him want to punch it in. He twitched one of his fine-lined eyes angrily.

 

“Goth kid's staring at me…” The unknown male whispered to Kyo, a guy with oddly bright, dyed blue hair, and clashing green eyes.

 

“…And I care, why?” Kyo muttered, full of attitude, and rolled his eyes to add effect. Total. Full-of-themselves. Skater. Stereotype.

 

“Because it's creeeepy!” Person A whined in a tiny voice.

 

“Pfft.” Kyo went back to doodling with a sharpie on his pale gray folder. He really couldn't care less about Gaara. Really. He couldn't.

 

Still unknown-character-letter-A-number-one turned away angrily, and attempted at getting Akari's attention.

 

“Akari-chan!” They both knew each other.

 

“Whaaaaat, Kai?” She flipped a dark almond colored piece of hair from her view, then pulled at the edge of her very short shirt.

 

“Goth kid's staring— no, glaring at me!” Kai, his matted blonde hair askew, complained again. Gaara narrowed his eyes, making his death glare even more affective. It worked, Kai backed away a few good inches. Gaara and Kai sat diagonally from each other in the rows of desks.

 

“Like I care.” She chirped, and began applying several heavy coats of Strawberry flavored lip-gloss. That stuff grossed Gaara out… If it was flavored, why couldn't you eat it? Why give something a flavor if you can't eat it?

 

Because…his mind argued, when you make out with them, you taste the strawberry!

 

Oh. Yeah, he got it now. Make out with them and taste the flavor, right? Well what if you're allergic to the certain flavor, and you go into submission?

 

You are so difficult… The answer is simple, they'd go to the hospital, and the lip-gloss-wearer would feel guilty. Got it?

 

Whatever. Gaara really didn't care about what would happen if a strawberry-allergic boy made out with a strawberry-lip-gloss-wearing girl and broke out, because chances were he'd never make out with one of them anyway.

 

When he returned from his musing, Gaara noticed that Kai had moved a few desks up the row, separating them farther. He cursed under his breath. Nothing to do now but wait for— The late bell rang, though only half the class was filled. Well, that fixed that. Class began, Gaara's mind elsewhere.

 

-

 

“OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO FAIL MISERABLY, yeah!” The blonde haired high school teenager groaned and banged his head against the lunch table.

 

“Chill, `Dara.” One of his friends, an older looking version of Sasuke said calmly. “Just do what I do. Guess and pray.” He covered his eyes and dramatically began pretending to write out an answer. “D.” He crossed himself religiously. “Please dear Lord! Please let it be right!” A sigh of relief. “Okay, next one…”

 

Deidara grinned. “Oh sure, my teacher will love me when I get every one of them wrong, yeah. You know how bad my luck is.” Itachi shrugged.

 

“Well, I can't help the fact that I have perfect grades.”

 

“Stop bragging, `Tachi.” Someone said, taunt obviously in their voice. They sat down next to Deidara, and across from Itachi. “You know, this sucks. I swear the lunch lines get five people longer every day.”

 

“Hm.” Another one joined the group.

 

“Ew it's `Tayu!” Deidara grinned as she sneered at him playfully.

 

“Tayuyu, I think the world hates you.” The one who had accused Itachi for bragging earlier said randomly. “I mean, a girl sitting with us guys?”

 

She frowned and crossed her arms, eyes shining. “What, got a problem with the opposite sex, Sasori?”

 

“Yes, actually. Well most of them anyway. But you…” he shivered to show his point. “You freak me out. It's like you're PMSing twenty-four seven.”

 

“True.” Itachi offered with pure innocence.

 

Deidara had zoned out, his eyes on one of the other students. “Dude, it's the guy with that sister who acts really weird, yeah. I mean, the girl who's worse then `Tayu.” All three missed the teen's disapproved glares.

 

“Oh yeah, that's Kankuro. He's in my science class.” Sasori pointed out. Itachi frowned, thinking deeply.

 

“He looks really depressed… Want to go talk to him?”

 

“Hell yeah!”

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Sure.”

 

All four got up and treaded through the many numbers of students who were all furiously stuffing their faces. When they reached the section of empty table, Deidara acted first. He sat down into the chair beside Kankuro, throwing a glance behind him. All followed suit.

 

“Man, there are no other empty tables, yeah!” Deidara offered the subject.

 

“I know! They're multiplying…” Tayuyu took a seat across from the lonesome teenager.

 

“So, you're Kankuro, right?” Sasori got straight down to the point. Itachi just kind of…sat there and provided his presence.

 

“Uh-huh. And you're, Itachi, Sasori, Deidara, and Tayuyu.” Kankuro muttered, face etched in confusion as to why they were all sitting with him.

 

Tayuyu, being slightly paranoid in her own little way, said “Stalker,” in a low voice.

 

Kankuro seemed to open up for a split second, and smiled a little. “You should see my brother. He's—” He shut up quickly.

 

“He's what, a woman yeah?” Deidara laughed lightly.

 

Well he wears make-up, is that a good enough reason?

 

“Ha! I should dress Sasuke in a dress one day! That'd be hilarious!”

 

Why are they all so dang happy and carefree?

 

“Tayuyu is secretly a man…”

 

No one is secretly anything. It's all out there. It's all uncovered.

 

“Shut up, Sasori! I know you know you're not.”

 

Not what? Not happy? Not satisfied? Why not? Aren't you pleased yet?

 

“That made no sense…”

 

Nothing makes sense, right? I don't get it. I don't get anything.

 

“Exactly. You idiot. Go back to middle school.”

 

That's when it started…

 

Kankuro sprung to his seat. “Bye.” Off he went, just like that. The four of them sat there, dazed by the sudden absence of the fifth soul. Well, soul, as Deidara would put it.

 

“You scared him off. Man-woman.” Sasori held no laughter on his voice. He was bugged. Why did Kankuro leave like that?

 

“I think he's antisocial. Tsk, tsk. What a pity. He's pretty cool.” Tayuyu said, getting to her feet.

 

“Something's bothering him, I bet. I mean, during science, he's like the class clown.”

 

Itachi was lost in thought again. He didn't say a word. “The bell's gonna ring yeah. We better get to class,” Deidara picked up his stuff, and followed his friends out of the cafeteria.

 

-

 

“Okay then, Sasuke. I'll make a deal.” Kiba wagered; one hand placed on the lunch table. A sly smile crept over his features. This scared Sasuke. This scared him more then the glares Itachi would sometimes give him. And that was pretty bad.

 

“You have one minute. Bell's gonna ring.” Sasuke pointed out smartly.

 

“I'll make it quick.” Kiba's eyes sparkled maliciously. “You know that Gaara kid, right?” Sasuke nodded, and absently rubbed his forearm in remembrance, “And you know the party we all got invited to by Ino today, yes?” Another curt nod. “And you don't want to go, correct?”

 

“What are you getting at?” Sasuke was suspicious. Sasuke has the right to be suspicious.

 

Kiba waved away the question. “Well, here. If you can convince Gaara to come to the super lame ass party, you won't have to come. I'll tell Ino you got sick. But if you don't come, and neither does Gaara, I'll tell her everything about your little trick to not come.”

 

“What trick—”

 

“I'll even get her hopes and tell Ino you secretly love her. Got it? But you only have two days, day one being tomorrow. If you want an early start, he's sitting over there—”

 

The bell interrupted him. Sasuke, though, had his mouth hanging open.

 

There's no way in hell you can “convince” someone like Gaara to just get up and go to a party! But I don't want to go either…

 

“Alright, Kiba. You've got a deal.” They shook hands, pulled the sleeping Shikamaru to his feet, and left for fourth hour.

 

Two days? It'd take more then his own short lifespan to achieve something like that! But he'd have to try, wouldn't he?

 

-

 

Gaara sat there, head propped on his hand. It was winding near the end of the day, and he anxiously awaited the bell. His feet still hurt, but he might be able to manage a short walk home.

 

Short? As if. It's like twenty million miles. He could do it if he tried, but it'd take a while. All right, bus it is then. That hot, overcrowded, stinky contraption meant to drive students home. Or to hell. Which ever you prefer.

 

After a well deserved few moments of peace, Gaara left the cold classroom and made his way over to the bus pick up. A bunch of chatting kids lingered around, searching for their correct bus. His in particular was: r00080009. That was so easy to remember. Yeah. And the bus driver was a bitch, to top it all off.

 

He boarded, eyes narrowed and frown placed. To his utter astonishment (note the sarcasm) the bus was, yet again, crowded to the seams. No seats this time. Maybe he'd just walk…

 

Suddenly, a few squeaks were heard, and two girls went toppling to the ground. He looked up in confusion. `The hell? Did they really let hamsters on the bus?

 

It wasn't hamsters; actually, it was two girls who had just been shoved from their seat by someone else. Gaara locked eyes with the “someone else.” It was Sasuke, he seemed hesitant, then called out, “Gaara! You can…sit here.”

 

AWKWARD, AWKWARD, AWKWARD!

 

He almost laughed. Him, sit with pretty boy? His legs game a painful spasm of pain. Dammit. Again he had lost to fate. Grumbling about the unfair things of the world, Gaara threw his backpack at Sasuke, who caught the textbook-heavy bag, and sat down.

 

Whisper, whisper, whisper…

 

Rumors here, rumors there, rumors everywhere!

 

Sasuke tried maintaining a normal conversation, but never really got anywhere with all the “hn's,” “pfft's,” and “uh-huh's.” Eventually the Uchiha gave up, and blurted it out, right as the bus pulled up to Gaara's stop.

 

“Gaara, want to come to a party later this week?”

 

Just smile and nod. Smile and nod.

 

Gaara gave a smile, but it turned into something twisted and almost demonic. He tried to nod, but his head shook left and right automatically.

 

So in other words, he was grinning murderously while shaking his head no.

 

Great way to get a friend, Gaara.

 

Sasuke's attempt at a friendly face melted. This wasn't going as planned. Wait; was there even a plan in the first place?

 

Get Gaara to go to party. If successful, free from Ino and others of such clutches.

 

Fine. He doesn't need friends, it seems. “Well, um…will you at least think about it?” Gaara was halfway down the aisle. Oh just perfectly perfect. Two days, Sasuke. Remember that.

 

-

 

“CRAPTASTIC, yeah!”

 

“Eh?”

 

“I GOT A FLIPPING F DOUBLE MINUS, yeah!” Deidara shrieked in anger.

 

“Wow. Can you even get that?” Itachi wondered, never having gotten that low on anything in his entire existence.

 

“Not sure.” Sasori said, scanning the parking lot.

 

“Looking for someone?” Itachi asked as Deidara continued to rave over his HORRIBLE grade. “Would that someone happen to be `Tayu?”

 

“No. I'm not looking for man-woman. I'm looking for— AH! THERE HE IS!” Sasori darted forward, straight into the traffic that many cars were causing, while all trying to get out of the parking lot at once.

 

“Think he'll die?”

 

“Nah yeah.”

 

“…”

 

Sasori meanwhile had cut someone's path completely off. “Yo, what's up, Kabuto, dearest friend in the whole wide world?” He narrowed his eyes.

 

“Oh, good afternoon, Sasori.” Kabuto nodded his head in greeting, a small smile gracing his lips.

 

“Come on, cut to the chase! Where the hell is my lunch money?” Sasori wasn't a bully; Kabuto was just practically fifty hundred dollars in debt.

 

“Sorry, Sasori. I do not have the money today.” Kabuto continued onward.

 

Sasori wrote something on a clipboard that one would have just noticed he had been holding at that moment. “…And that's day one hundred twenty-three…”

 

“He's very organized.” Itachi commented.

 

“Yeah.” Deidara said, eyebrow twitching. AN F DOUBLE MINUS?

 

“Anyway, where is `Tayu? She should have been here by now. I said I'd give her a ride home today…” Itachi wondered aloud. “Speaking of, do you or Sasori need a ride?”

 

“Yeah. Can we stop at that quick mart down the road? I'd kill for a soda right now. Yeah.” Deidara stated as Sasori came back to them.

 

“You've returned, young one.”

 

“Yes, master Uchiha.”

 

“…Don't say that. You could be referring to my little brother. Oh and do you need a ride?”

 

“I guess. I usually catch a ride with my mom, but I can't find her. She's probably working. What about man-woman?” Sasori asked, adjusting his VERY heavy backpack that was strung over his shoulder.

 

Itachi had no answer to that. “Want me to call her on my cell?” He asked suggestively.

 

“Nah, I'm sure she's fine yeah. Let's just get to that quick mart!” Deidara shouted with enthusiasm punching the air with his fist. They all laughed, and piled into Itachi's car. “WOOHOO! CODE RED MOUNTAIN DEW, HERE I COME, yeah!”

 

End of Chapter Five

 

Very…odd, yeah? I decided to have one chapter every now in then that is not in that type of POV format. This chapter was a little break from all the drama.

 

Snickerdoodles4u: Thanks for your opinion! Yeah, I couldn't really decide who to put Itachi with. So here's chapter five. It's mainly a filler, but I hope you liked it anyway.

 

Scapegoat: YAY! Weren't Itachi, Deidara, Sasori, and Tayuyu SO OOC in this chapter? But I like them that way. They're four of my favorite characters! I can't wait until you update FHTE and PLEASE check out SOR! I just put it up today, along with this chapter. I hope you liked this one! Gaara grinning murderously while shaking his head was my favorite part to write. I HEART YOU! YOU ROCK! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK! Also, Flipside is really cool! I'm going to go read chapter two soon.

 

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TheFutureFreaksMeOut: Gaara is the AWESOMEST anime character! I REALLY REALLY LOVE HIM! I search forever and ever for fanfics about him. Oh and I am suggesting the band called Apocalyptica to you! IT'S AWESOME! Oh and I really hope that you get the next chapter out soon for SLS. That is one of the best SasuGaa stories I've EVER read!

 

Kazumi Tachikawa: Thank you! I'm so happy that you like it so much! Oh, and Ino, personally I like her because everyone hates her. Same with Sakura. But well, we'll see just how this turns out. Right? THANKS FOR REVIEWING!

 

Ebony: New Orleans was so cool…now there's a chain reaction because of the hurricane. America is in an economical state of disaster. I'll keep updating though! Unless bombs start going off… Anyway, THANKS FOR REVIEWING! I'm thinking of putting the pairings on the next chapter, so keep reading, please. I hope you liked the chapter, though there is probably a bit of OOCness. Salut! (French term for bye)

 

Temarichica101: Thanks. I'm gonna try the pairing. I hope it will work.

 

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