Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Raccoon Love ❯ Shifting Through Drawers ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Chapter 3. That’s right. 3 chapters! And 4 reviews. Wow. Thanks.

whiteviper111: I think your right.. but for the purpose of this story, he got it optionally.




And... if he isn’t just a figment of your imagination? What will you do then? Will you confront him? Threaten him? Kill him? I wouldn’t put that past you. Even if you are a little queer boy.
“Great. The voice in my head is homophobic. How ironic.” Gaara muttered, rolling his eyes and hurrying down a small, cramped alley in pursuit of who he thought was Naruto.
Or maybe you’ll just molest him on the spot. You seem pretty desperate to me....
“Yeah. But you’re in my head, remember? You’d have to experience the whole thing.....the entire pleasure....the.....”
I could go to sleep.
“We’d keep you up all night.”
Stupid fairy.
Abruptly interrupting the quarrel taking place, Gaara stopped dead, peaking his head around the corner.
This is to good. He isn’t a figment of your imagination. And here I was, thinking you were crazy.... thinking you were seeing things.
“Are you sure he’s real? Maybe I should poke him with a stick or something.....” Gaara whispered, more to himself then anything, watching Naruto enter his apartment behind Jiraiya.
Which stick? Your stick? The voice paused to snigger, You’d enjoy that wouldn’t you. Though, seems like Sasuke would too... and Jiraiya... and.... you shouldn’t get caught up with such sluts. It’s bad for you, you know?
“Pervert. But, for future reference, I’m a one-man stick, thank you.”
Gaara bit his lip, trying to calm himself. He had to talk to Sasuke, that was all. He would understand. There was no way Sasuke could prefer the Kyuubi brat to him after last night... right?
Fuck no. He has a half-naked picture of the kid papering an entire wall of his living room.
“Right” Gaara nodded once, decisively, and as though suddenly being drawn away, he hurried in the opposite direction. There was only one place he wanted to be right now.
And lurking in a dark alleyway arguing with himself had never been on his top priority list
Gaara tapped lightly on the door of Sasuke’s apartment, half expecting him to pull the door open, mascara half-applied, only half his eyelashes curled, looking disgruntled.
There was no reply, and Gaara stared stupidly at the doorknob, waiting for it to turn, ignoring the taunts rebounding in his head.
Thinking he hadn’t heard, he rang the doorbell, one hand stuffed solemnly in his pocket, the other hovering parallel with the door.
A small, nervous laugh forced it’s way through Gaaras’ lips. Of course. Sasuke would still be on his mission. Come to think of it, he, Gaara, should also be on a mission somewhere in the sand, not standing in front of the apartment of his (a shiver of excitement ran through him) boyfriends house.
Cautiously, he put his hand on the doorknob and rotated, surprised that it turned easily.
Should he just let himself in and wait? In his bedroom maybe? At least then, while Sasuke was out, Gaara could entertain himself with said boy’s boxers.....
Not that he was having dirty thoughts or anything. Sasuke was bound to head straight home after to take a shower. And it wasn’t Gaara’s fault he had a natural curiosity for Uchiha Sasuke’s undergarments.
Liking the idea, Gaara boldly stepped through the door, snapping it quietly shut behind him.
Okay, He thought, averting his eyes from the living room to squash the urge to charge in and rip apart the boys unusual wallpaper. His bedroom would be......upstairs. He logically added after spotting a steep, narrow set of wooden stairs off to his right.
There was only two rooms upstairs; a large, spacious bathroom and a comfortable looking bedroom. This meant he had a choice to make. Did he want to take option one) wait in the bathtub for Sasuke? Or option 2) wait in Sasuke's room on his bed like a 'decent' person would?
Both were inviting, but the lure of Sasuke's bed was to inviting. Even if he wasn't in it.
Gaara walked into his room and looked around, letting out a sigh of relief. There was no 'personal' pictures of Naruto anywhere on the walls. A pair of pyjama bottoms (Damn, Gaara thought, he doesn't sleep naked.) lay strewn on the otherwise perfectly neat floor. Set into one wall was a large closet, its doors tightly shut. An assortment of recently polished weapons lay neatly on top of his dresser in the far corner, parallel to his bed.
Sasuke's drawers, in both senses of the word, seemed to call to Gaara and, as if hypnotized, he slowly made his way across the room toward them. The first drawer held and assortment of socks. The bottom of the second drawer was littered with cases of eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, other makeup and a neatly packed set of hair rollers. The third, to Gaara's immediate excitement, held an assortment of boxers. Shifting through them, he noticed several pairs had little nine-tailed foxes printed on them.
His hand stopped on the bottom drawer, hesitating.
Don't tell me you have a conscience?!
"I don't. His diary could be in there."
So you do. Or you would have opened it by now.
Hating having to prove so many things to himself, Gaara pulled open the compartment to reveal a thick layer of paper scattered in it. Shoved in one corner lay several books, most with a title equivalent to the topmost one of ‘So You Want to Kill Your Older Brother: a How-to Guide on Avenging Your Slaughtered Clan’, although one was titled ‘Angsty Eye-Candy: Acting to Get the Babes (Or Guys, If You Swing That Way)’
His eyes trailed away from the small stack of thick books, interesting as their contents undoubtedly were, to the mess of papers they sat on. Most of them appeared to be lists or plans of some sort. Like Sasuke’s reading material, several seemed to revolve around ways to kill Itachi, ideas scratched out here and there. Spread over several sheets was an intricately drawn map of Konoha, several routes highlighted in pink marker. Written in neat, flowery handwriting across the top was: Valentines’ Day Escape Routes.
Shuffling the uppermost layer of paper out of the way with one hand, a whiff of rose drifted to his nose. Looking for the source, he picked up a large, neatly folded square of paper and held it to his nose. Whoa, he thought, I think Sasuke just out-gayed himself with this one......
But you’re not going to open it, are you? His inner voice jeered, it might contain private thoughts. God forbid you should read those.
“Exactly. I shouldn’t.”
Pansy. If you read that you may not have to talk to him about the Kyuubi brat.
“Did it ever occur to you, that I may want to talk to him again?”
I have access to all your thoughts being related to them myself, so, yes, it occurred. But so what? Curiosity got the better of him, and Gaara slowly unfolded the piece of paper, which turned out to be a ‘to-do’ list.
“See? Nothing private. Just a list of things he has to do.”
Not exactly. Don’t assume the best before reading the small print.
“Wha....” Gaara began, confused, “.....The HELL?!” He added, after scanning past the title. Several names were listed, some crossed out, little notes added here and there in the margin and in certain lines, as though it’s author could not decide on some things, and had completed others.
Gaara stared at it, transfixed. This was a very... interesting side of Sasuke personality. And why, for the love of god, of all the creepy pedophile super-villains, why Orochimaru?
Despite being repulsed, he had to read more. At the very least he was thankful this wasn’t an incest fic. For Itachi wasn’t on it.


Was it even healthy to be this obsessed with one person? Especially Naruto?
Under that, the list continued
‘Rock Lee’ was crossed out furiously with a frantically scribbled STOP SMOKING THAT STUFF!!! written beside it in shaky letters.
Disgusted with Sasuke, Gaara went to put the list away, feeling slightly depressed he wasn’t on it.

So he was on there. Not that it mattered. He was just another person on his hit-list. He met nothing to him.....and he, Gaara, had been willing to come out, all because of Sasuke.
“Asshole...” He muttered, the list falling out of his and gliding to a graceful fall on the floor.
There would be no explanation, no excuse. Not one that Gaara would believe anyway,
He had expected to find out Sasuke still loved Naruto, but to learn he was a closet pervert? That was definatly not expected.
Somewhere below him, a door creaked open. Sasuke was home.
Not wanting to speak to him for fear of ripping him to pieces, Gaara vaulted towards the window, glad, at least, that he hadn't managed to trip over something this time.




Poor... poor Gaara. I hate myself for doing this to him! And for making Sasuke seem like such a whore.....but it's okay! I promise you.. this won't become to angsty. And I'll keep the humor.....


Sorry Gaara!

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