Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Slasher ❯ Raven Locks ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Summary: Basically, this is an AU highschool fic. Suna High, is modeled off of my own smalltown High School and Temari goes to college over in 'Konoha' which is based on a college in a big town fifty miles away from me that everybody goes to when they want to go anywhere.
Gaara has had an interesting day at school that leaves him stranded and wondering 'What now?'. Now he just needs an answer.

A/N: I can feel the Yaoi approaching...just so many chapters ahead! I wish I could throw the plot away and just toss Gaara into a fagfest. Butt rubbing and spit swapping and total Yaoi mayhem.

Side note: If you don't like Yaoi, I'd suggest you don't read past Chapter Eight. I plan on putting men in bed, if and or other places, with other men later on in this story. I've only written 1 story that is not Yaoi. The other five or so are all Yaoi. There will always be Yaoi. You can count on it.

Disclaimer: If you think that I own Naruto, you have need of visiting a local and over-rated psychiatrist. (Otherwise, I do NOT own Naruto!!! It belongs to MAsashi Kishimoto.) I have, however, owned Gaara, Orochimaru, Kimimaru, and Sasuke (along with Itachi and all of them at the same time!) in my dreams. I do own two boys that will show up next chapter. They just don't know it yet. It'll be big news for them when they find out. They're so hott...and brothers to boot! Only a year apart and they're like twins. I own them. They are a very nice pairing.

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Kankuro waved at the tall girl he only knew as NightDreamer again as he passed her in the hall on the way to Anatomy class. She waved back and hurried off down the hall towards her next classroom, long hair swaying behind her and a guilty giggle like laugh the only sign that she had ever been there as she melded into the rest of the crowd. Kankuro regarded her in his mind for a moment before turning into Mrs. Long’s class. She was actually kind of cute.
He rubbed a bit at his pointy-eared hat and walked over to sit in his assigned seat near the ‘back’ of the lab turned classroom. This was one of his favored classes, mostly because of the array of interesting things that they could dissect. Today, they were dissecting something that the teacher hadn’t told them exactly what it was except ‘big and messy’. Totally dissectible by Kankuro’s standards. This was promising to be a good day.
Other students began to file into the class and settle themselves into their own seats, making it seem as if the room were an anthill in a flurry of disturbance. The teacher entered the room just as the bell rang and closed the door with an air of finality as the last student rushed to enter before it closed.
“Class, today we are dissecting a calf. Anyone who blanched or was squeamish when we dissected the fetal pig, sheep’s eye, kitten and/or puppy should busy themselves with bookwork. No, we are not making hamburgers.” Some of the students laughed. “If you still wish to continue, get ready and report to the teacher parking lot.” With that, she went to the back of the room, grabbed a bag full of lab aprons and dissecting utensils and headed outside.
Several of the students began to open their books, but Kankuro wasn’t one of them. He was already grabbing a pair of gloves and some ‘goggles’, which were actually tie-dyed glasses with big lenses, and heading for the door just as the intercom crackled into life along with a faint dimming of the lights.
“Mrs. Long, can you send Kankuro to the office? Immediately.” Kankuro threw down his equipment with a curse and headed for the office. It had to be something with Gaara. And anything that dealt with Gaara and needing him in the office couldn’t be good.
Kankuro ran down the long and mostly deserted hallway, the few bystanders gawking as he flew by. He reached the end of the hall and spun to the left, barely avoiding crashing into a blonde girl in a paint splotched jacket who was obviously skipping. She stood stunned for a moment as he made tracks into the office before applying her face to the window.
“What happened?!” Kankuro shouted the moment his head was past the door frame. “What the fuck do you need me for?” The teachers in the office all stared at him with unblinking eyes. It was like he were some dead frog they were dissecting with their eyes. It creeped him out, until he realized it had all been in his mind and they were only staring at him with grim expressions. Faces were always grim when Gaara was concerned.
Mrs. Frogga spoke up finally, pointing towards the nurses office. “Your brother decked Cozby.” Kankuro leaned so that he could look into the small room, and sure enough, there was Coach Cozby sitting with a bag of ice held to his jaw and his head.
“Hi.” stated the older man in a gruff tone. “I think we need to do something about your brother.”
Kankuro gulped with a grimace and turned to look back at the other teachers. They were all looking at him, and he knew why. Only he or Temari could find Gaara after this, or even know the possible consequences of any punishment that Gaara would receive for this latest spectacle that had finally broken the camel‘s back. He nodded, knowing what his part in this would be.
“I’ll go find him. Then we can figure out what to do next.”

Gaara awakened in the park, laying on the sparse grass under the great oak tree beneath which he had fallen. Several people were standing around and staring at the now awake boy that had dropped into their midst. Gaara stared back at them, just as confused as they were. But for only a moment. His mind finally caught up with his confused thoughts and explained the reason for his current location to him. He jumped up and caught himself on the tree as he swooned from the sudden loss of blood from his head. Blinking dazedly and shaking his ruby locks, Gaara stumbled away from his spectators, shooting an irritated glare at them as soon as he had recovered enough to do so. He was drained from his flight and was feeling the effects with every step he took. It was a struggle to keep himself oriented on the path he was following and keep his body moving along it. Gaara followed the path up to one of the picnic tables and collapsed heavily upon one of its benches. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes and just lay there for several moments, thoughts racing through his head at an alarming rate.
Since his defection, Shukaku had not come out to play again and was peacefully absent in his head. This might be some call for celebration, excepting as for how that small bit of respite had been gained. With his head Shukaku-less and resting on the tabletop, Gaara was able to think a touch more clearly, and he began plotting on what he could do to get out of this mess. He was unable to come up with any reasonable ideas by the time Kankuro finally found him there as the sun was hanging perilously close to the horizon, his arms crossed over his chest and his head propped up on the table with his eyes staring blankly at the darkening sky above.
Kankuro slowly paced towards his little brother, unsure of what to say. He stopped in front of him and stood there uneasily, the awkward silence building until Gaara broke it with a sigh and pulled his eyes away from the dim sky. Both of them looked down at the ground or their feet or anywhere but the other.
“I really screwed up this time.” Gaara murmured, glancing up at his brother before going on, confessing for the first time. “I didn’t mean to. Not really. I just ” He paused. “I couldn’t keep it from happening. I can’t stop it. It just happens and I can’t stop it.” He stared hopelessly up at his brother, letting some of the hidden emotions swirling inside show on his face. A single, glistening tear wet his lashes before he shut his eyes despairingly. His voice came blandly a few moments later, more of a confirmation than a question. “I really screwed up, didn’t I?”
“Maybe not so bad.” Kankuro murmured. “I’m not sure what we’re going to do, but I know there’s something. And if you couldn’t stop it, then you can’t stop it. It’s not your fault.” He looked about uncomfortably for a moment before going to sit down beside his little brother. “I’ll make things okay, even if we have to send you to another school.”
Gaara turned his head to look at him. A new school? A chance to start over, a chance to live, really live again, the possibility of it all. A touch of hope began to shine in his eyes. “Can we? I mean - Can we do that? Another school?” He waited for the answer. Kankuro thought for a minute. Then he nodded.
“I’ll make it happen, if that’s what you want.” said the older boy. “I’ll make it happen.”
Gaara’s lips twitched ever so slightly, a hint of a smile gracing his usually stoic features. “I would like that.” His ruby locks shifted to cover the kanji tattooed on his fore head, just as a raven alighted in the tree above them. “I would really like that.” The dark bird cawed ominously as it flew into the night. A last dark whisper floated through the air in its wake. “I would really, really like that…”

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O k, so, now it's getting interesting...Gaara + new school = ? Even I don't have more than a basic concept. And can you guess who I am yet? Or who my best friend is? Now, I get to create a floorplan for a new school...And...well...shit. I'm not going to say it. I was, but then I decided that I can just stick it in one of the next few chapters.