Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Slasher ❯ Dude, Who Are You? ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Naitachal666 
Gaara's first day at Konoha High. Weirdness ensues.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Shounen / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 195 | Status: Work In Progress
Gaara's first day at Konoha High. Weirdness ensues.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Shounen / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 195 | Status: Work In Progress
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 had an interesting day at school a few days ago that leaves him open to change. Well, he's going to go to another school now. Konoha to be exact. Now, how will his day go?
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. Just like an Only Flesh concert...or my other story...the one that only members of TPC can read.
Side note: If you don't like Yaoi, I'd suggest you don't read this much further. 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 (except that Josh is gay, but only I know that). The other ten 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. I have, however, owned Gaara, Orochimaru, Kimimaru, and Sasuke (along with Itachi, and all of them at the same time!) in my dreams. They were all over me and each other... I do own two boys that will show up next chapter (I said that last time, but I forgot to put them in...). They just don't know it yet. It'll be big news for them when they find out. Leroj and Elleoj are so hott...and brothers to boot! Only a year apart and they're like twins. I own them. They are unaware of it.
1...2...3...4...5....6...7...8......(picture old films on a projector)
Ready to start the new day, Gaara began to eat a stack of waffles more modest than Kankuro’s at a more sedate pace than the older boy. How Kankuro could inhale such whopping amounts of food and stay trim was unknown to Temari and Gaara both. Much less how he could have any energy left while digesting it.
But the mystery that was Kankuro’s astounding secrets of leanness were set aside until a later date as Gaara finished his meal. He pushed his chair back and began to help Temari clear the table while Kankuro stuffed the last bite of waffle into his mouth and handed his plate to his little brother. Having cleaned up the table and set all the dishes in the dishwasher, the three grabbed their stuff and headed out the door. They piled into the hearse, Kankuro driving, and set out for their first stop, Suna High.
They had left early so that Gaara could get to his new school on time, and therefore, Kankuro had an extra half hour or so to kill. He left the driving to Temari as he stepped out of his vehicle and headed to the rather barren school grounds. He decided to sit down on one of the top steps in front of the school to watch the slow motion process of weary students dragging themselves towards the school building.
It was actually an interesting process, much like the forest awakening at dawn, although a hell of a lot less majestic. Kankuro had been paying some large amount of interest to two dusky brothers who were play fighting for a group of their friends when a shadow stole up on him, reminding him greatly of the restaurant incident. He didn’t bother looking up as Stephanie’s voice spoke in his ear.
“What are you watching, Kankuro?” she asked interestedly. Kankuro pointed down at the two boys and Stephanie looked over, a strange light entering her eyes. At that moment, Kankuro realized that several of her friends were also standing behind him because of the immediate response his pointing finger caused in them. They had all leaned forward to watch all the better and two of them had hands over their mouths as they squealed and turned red. Stephanie was the only one not so dazed, but she was still a touch flustered.
She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. “Leroj and Elleoj are hot, but you’re hotter, Kankuro.” Kankuro leaned away and gave her an odd look as if to say ‘why doesn’t she leave me alone? Go away already!’. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that she could read minds or had noticed his action, because she went right on ahead and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a tight embrace. Kankuro’s eyes widened in shock as he just sat there and let himself be hugged. His reaction was a severely delayed “Get the fuck off me!” that didn’t really have any anger in it. It was more like a strangled yelp. He got up and rushed inside, leaving the five girls laughing behind him.
What the fuck?! What the fuck was that? he growled inwardly. But then again, it hadn’t felt that bad, now had it?
A sleek black hearse pulled into the student parking lot and parked in the gray shadow of the large school building. Students that were in the vicinity all looked up from what they were doing to watch it glide by. Their eyes followed it and locked on the first figure that got out. It was a tall blonde girl with four ponytails and a serious glint in her eye. She turned and looked through her open door at something in the passenger seat.
“Well, are you going to get out, or am I just wasting my time?” she demanded of the as yet unseen other person. That or she was talking to an inanimate object. The second prospect was dashed as the other door slowly opened.
An undersized, flame-haired boy stepped out with a grunt and surveyed everything around him with a brisk glance. He folded his arms in front of his chest as he kicked the hearse door shut with a well placed boot. The girl glared at him for it, but he was unfazed. She closed her own door and began to walk briskly towards the school building, the scrawny boy following more slowly. They walked up the five small steps and passed through the huge glass doors and into the side door at the office.
As they disappeared from sight, all the students outside turned back to whatever it was that they had been doing, but not without a touch of curiosity about the strange pair that had paraded in their midst.
Gaara slumped in a chair in his new principal’s office and stared at the woman on the other side of the desk. She was blonde, huge breasted, and most likely inebriated to some degree or another. The woman was too busy talking to Temari about him to actually talk to him, so he just ignored her and looked around the small room. The well endowed woman finally gave Temari some papers and dismissed them from her office a few moments later.
Temari walked Gaara out the door and handed him some of the papers. The first one was his schedule:
1st - Art II/H.Kakashi/104
2nd - P.E./M.Gai/Gym
3rd - English II/Jiraiya/211
4th - History/Iruka/108
5th - Geometry/Hayate/228
6th - Lunch/Cafeteria
7th - Study Hall/Genma
8th - Biology/Orochimaru/214
The rest was just a basic rule sheet and a few other assorted things. Gaara stuffed all his papers but the schedule into his ragged binder and set to finding his classes and locker. Temari left after insuring that he wasn’t having any problems. Gaara walked down the hall in search of locker 565. After about three minutes, he found it situated towards the end of a long hall in the science section. He spun his combination: three left to 11, two-right to 43, one-left to 39. He pulled up on the latch and it opened easily on his first try. Satisfied, he examined the ruins of the last occupants personalization. A torn sticker or two proclaimed the names of emo bands. Gaara grabbed a few of his own stickers from his binder and peeled the backings. He smoothed them over the other stickers and leaned back to admire his work. Cradle of Filth and other bands stickers screamed against the gray locker walls and a permanent marker touched up a few of the empty spots, creating a much more ‘Gaara’ environment.
Gaara slammed the door and stood up to go in search of his first classroom. He checked his schedule again. He had Art first period, so he walked down the hall and turned left, following the decreasing room numbers until he found 104. He pulled open the wooden door and was greeted by an entirely empty classroom, devoid of any furnishings except a single table in the back covered in all sorts of oddments and a desk at the front. There were also twenty or so mismatched desks stacked along the wall, an impossible feat that could topple at almost any moment from its precarious position. By the thickness of the dust, nobody had been in the room to clean or get ready for students.
Gaara was prepared to leave right then and there, but a tall, gray-haired man with a half-mask over his face walked in holding an orange book that literally screamed pervert. The man looked up at him and then around the classroom before shrugging sheepishly.
“Well, grab a desk and start decorating, why don’t you? I’ll be back in a few.” With that, the man turned on his heel and walked out just as carelessly as he had walked in. Gaara looked at his retreating back and then at the pile of desks along the wall. This is my Art class? He’s got to be kidding! Wait…decorate? Gaara pondered silently for a moment before a light smile played on one side of his mouth. Decorate he says? Then decorate I will.
Gaara began carefully taking desks off the pile until he came to a solid black one and stuck it in the darkest corner, then he went to the table and sorted through the stuff there, looking for things he could use. He finally ended up with twenty different and same colored cans of spray paint, a few rolls of electricians tape, a strip or two of white cloth, a few paint brushes and paints, a palette, and a canister of pink glitter. Pleased, he stepped away from the table and went to the biggest wall. Glancing at the clock, he realized that he had at least twenty minutes before the first bell would ring. Grinning, he began to shake the first can.
A short while after the bell rang, students began to walk into the new Art room, expecting as usual that Kakashi-sensei had not bothered to set things up after they had destroyed their second class room that year. They were oddly surprised to find all the desks set out in a random pattern across the class room and the overwhelming stench of spray paint fumes being slowly dispersed by the air coming in the huge side window. Every thing was still rather dusty, as could be attested to by the hanging cobwebs in all the corners, but there was one thing that stood out as new.
The far wall had been entirely spray painted in shimmering metallic black with pink glitter and metallic blue paint flecks all over it in a galaxy spiral. There were numerous coin-sized iridescent orbs that resembled stars and a sun in the center with their planet circling it all alone. The planet was crumbling and rotting with great decomposed-looking patches and the kanji of humanity smeared across its collapsing façade. The earth radiated a sickly red and yellow glow. It was an exquisite work of art, despite its grave message. Signed in the corner as a sandy gust of dust through space was the name Sabaku no Gaara.
Everybody’ eyes shifted to the redhead sleeping in the corner desk as they got over their awe of the piece. Some few recognized him as the boy who had strolled through the student parking lot as if there was somewhere else he’d rather be. They regarded him now, in his long-sleeved black undershirt and the red Tee over it and his closefitting leather pants and knee-high black boots with their platform bottoms. They saw his ragged fingerless fishnet gloves that laced up at the top of his wrist and his shock of softly-spiked blood red hair that went in any and every direction.
Their wondering was silenced as the tardy bell rang and they chose their seats and sat down. Now it was just the waiting…
Gaara sat quietly amused in his seat, the other students peering at him. He didn’t move and was breathing regularly enough to convince them that he was asleep, when indeed he was most definitely not. In fact, he was examining them as much as they were him. He had the time to give them a full out analysis without them even knowing it.
First, there was the silent boy with long, dark hair tied back loosely and strange, white eyes. He sat up straight and had an air of dignity. His face was frozen into an unimpressionable expression that Gaara new well. It was a mask. But this boy wasn’t the only masked one.
There was the other boy, there, in a seat not to far from his who had raven black hair and eyes just as black. But a faint hint of what was behind his mask showed in his eyes; the shine of determination, the flat planes of pain and suffering, and then the unmistakable coldness of being alone. This was another one that Gaara knew well, although the other did not know it.
There were other people in this class. Normal people. People who lived normal lives with normal problems. There was the shy girl, so unsure with eyes as light and white as those of the first boy. There was the loud, raucous boy who couldn’t seem to hold himself still for more than a scant moment; shouting at his friend only a seat away. His face rather wolfish and playful.
Also the obese boy that he was talking to, along with a silent watcher. But his time for analyzing his fellow classmates was up as their teacher arrived twenty minutes late. It was the gray-haired man from before. He held up a hand to his ear and let a sheepish expression cross the visible portion of his face.
“Yo. The coffee machine broke so I had to run to the store and get a new one, but…” he began, but stopped at the students reactions. Many of the dozen pupils rolled their eyes and exclaimed about his lies, so he gave up and sat in his desk. That was when he noticed Gaara’s artwork. He stared a moment before grabbing his attendance sheet.
“Gaara. You did that?” Kakashi-sensei asked after looking up Gaara’s name. Gaara sat up. The wolf boy turned to look at him.
“Dude, who are you?” he asked. “I’m Kiba.”
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Just a note, I don't get any reviews for this. :'( I'm getting to the point of possibly accepting flames. Review me, flame me, I don't care. I do this so others can read and enjoy/criticize my work. Don't just let it rot...
Gaara had an interesting day at school a few days ago that leaves him open to change. Well, he's going to go to another school now. Konoha to be exact. Now, how will his day go?
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. Just like an Only Flesh concert...or my other story...the one that only members of TPC can read.
Side note: If you don't like Yaoi, I'd suggest you don't read this much further. 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 (except that Josh is gay, but only I know that). The other ten 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. I have, however, owned Gaara, Orochimaru, Kimimaru, and Sasuke (along with Itachi, and all of them at the same time!) in my dreams. They were all over me and each other... I do own two boys that will show up next chapter (I said that last time, but I forgot to put them in...). They just don't know it yet. It'll be big news for them when they find out. Leroj and Elleoj are so hott...and brothers to boot! Only a year apart and they're like twins. I own them. They are unaware of it.
1...2...3...4...5....6...7...8......(picture old films on a projector)
Dude, Who Are You?
Gaara awoke to the jolly chirping of birds and the smell of frying bacon. He pulled himself from his mussed bed and listened for a moment to ensure that it was him, and only him, that was in his head. Assured that Shukaku was not lurking in the corridors of his mind, Gaara made his way into the kitchen and sat at the table beside the pondering Kankuro who was inhaling his waffles with a studious expression. It was three days after his defection, and now, he had to go to his new school. He didn’t know anybody, and he wouldn’t even have Kankuro there if something happened. A risk he was willing to take if he could start over again without all the hindrances that had opposed him until now.Ready to start the new day, Gaara began to eat a stack of waffles more modest than Kankuro’s at a more sedate pace than the older boy. How Kankuro could inhale such whopping amounts of food and stay trim was unknown to Temari and Gaara both. Much less how he could have any energy left while digesting it.
But the mystery that was Kankuro’s astounding secrets of leanness were set aside until a later date as Gaara finished his meal. He pushed his chair back and began to help Temari clear the table while Kankuro stuffed the last bite of waffle into his mouth and handed his plate to his little brother. Having cleaned up the table and set all the dishes in the dishwasher, the three grabbed their stuff and headed out the door. They piled into the hearse, Kankuro driving, and set out for their first stop, Suna High.
They had left early so that Gaara could get to his new school on time, and therefore, Kankuro had an extra half hour or so to kill. He left the driving to Temari as he stepped out of his vehicle and headed to the rather barren school grounds. He decided to sit down on one of the top steps in front of the school to watch the slow motion process of weary students dragging themselves towards the school building.
It was actually an interesting process, much like the forest awakening at dawn, although a hell of a lot less majestic. Kankuro had been paying some large amount of interest to two dusky brothers who were play fighting for a group of their friends when a shadow stole up on him, reminding him greatly of the restaurant incident. He didn’t bother looking up as Stephanie’s voice spoke in his ear.
“What are you watching, Kankuro?” she asked interestedly. Kankuro pointed down at the two boys and Stephanie looked over, a strange light entering her eyes. At that moment, Kankuro realized that several of her friends were also standing behind him because of the immediate response his pointing finger caused in them. They had all leaned forward to watch all the better and two of them had hands over their mouths as they squealed and turned red. Stephanie was the only one not so dazed, but she was still a touch flustered.
She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. “Leroj and Elleoj are hot, but you’re hotter, Kankuro.” Kankuro leaned away and gave her an odd look as if to say ‘why doesn’t she leave me alone? Go away already!’. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that she could read minds or had noticed his action, because she went right on ahead and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a tight embrace. Kankuro’s eyes widened in shock as he just sat there and let himself be hugged. His reaction was a severely delayed “Get the fuck off me!” that didn’t really have any anger in it. It was more like a strangled yelp. He got up and rushed inside, leaving the five girls laughing behind him.
What the fuck?! What the fuck was that? he growled inwardly. But then again, it hadn’t felt that bad, now had it?
A sleek black hearse pulled into the student parking lot and parked in the gray shadow of the large school building. Students that were in the vicinity all looked up from what they were doing to watch it glide by. Their eyes followed it and locked on the first figure that got out. It was a tall blonde girl with four ponytails and a serious glint in her eye. She turned and looked through her open door at something in the passenger seat.
“Well, are you going to get out, or am I just wasting my time?” she demanded of the as yet unseen other person. That or she was talking to an inanimate object. The second prospect was dashed as the other door slowly opened.
An undersized, flame-haired boy stepped out with a grunt and surveyed everything around him with a brisk glance. He folded his arms in front of his chest as he kicked the hearse door shut with a well placed boot. The girl glared at him for it, but he was unfazed. She closed her own door and began to walk briskly towards the school building, the scrawny boy following more slowly. They walked up the five small steps and passed through the huge glass doors and into the side door at the office.
As they disappeared from sight, all the students outside turned back to whatever it was that they had been doing, but not without a touch of curiosity about the strange pair that had paraded in their midst.
Gaara slumped in a chair in his new principal’s office and stared at the woman on the other side of the desk. She was blonde, huge breasted, and most likely inebriated to some degree or another. The woman was too busy talking to Temari about him to actually talk to him, so he just ignored her and looked around the small room. The well endowed woman finally gave Temari some papers and dismissed them from her office a few moments later.
Temari walked Gaara out the door and handed him some of the papers. The first one was his schedule:
1st - Art II/H.Kakashi/104
2nd - P.E./M.Gai/Gym
3rd - English II/Jiraiya/211
4th - History/Iruka/108
5th - Geometry/Hayate/228
6th - Lunch/Cafeteria
7th - Study Hall/Genma
8th - Biology/Orochimaru/214
The rest was just a basic rule sheet and a few other assorted things. Gaara stuffed all his papers but the schedule into his ragged binder and set to finding his classes and locker. Temari left after insuring that he wasn’t having any problems. Gaara walked down the hall in search of locker 565. After about three minutes, he found it situated towards the end of a long hall in the science section. He spun his combination: three left to 11, two-right to 43, one-left to 39. He pulled up on the latch and it opened easily on his first try. Satisfied, he examined the ruins of the last occupants personalization. A torn sticker or two proclaimed the names of emo bands. Gaara grabbed a few of his own stickers from his binder and peeled the backings. He smoothed them over the other stickers and leaned back to admire his work. Cradle of Filth and other bands stickers screamed against the gray locker walls and a permanent marker touched up a few of the empty spots, creating a much more ‘Gaara’ environment.
Gaara slammed the door and stood up to go in search of his first classroom. He checked his schedule again. He had Art first period, so he walked down the hall and turned left, following the decreasing room numbers until he found 104. He pulled open the wooden door and was greeted by an entirely empty classroom, devoid of any furnishings except a single table in the back covered in all sorts of oddments and a desk at the front. There were also twenty or so mismatched desks stacked along the wall, an impossible feat that could topple at almost any moment from its precarious position. By the thickness of the dust, nobody had been in the room to clean or get ready for students.
Gaara was prepared to leave right then and there, but a tall, gray-haired man with a half-mask over his face walked in holding an orange book that literally screamed pervert. The man looked up at him and then around the classroom before shrugging sheepishly.
“Well, grab a desk and start decorating, why don’t you? I’ll be back in a few.” With that, the man turned on his heel and walked out just as carelessly as he had walked in. Gaara looked at his retreating back and then at the pile of desks along the wall. This is my Art class? He’s got to be kidding! Wait…decorate? Gaara pondered silently for a moment before a light smile played on one side of his mouth. Decorate he says? Then decorate I will.
Gaara began carefully taking desks off the pile until he came to a solid black one and stuck it in the darkest corner, then he went to the table and sorted through the stuff there, looking for things he could use. He finally ended up with twenty different and same colored cans of spray paint, a few rolls of electricians tape, a strip or two of white cloth, a few paint brushes and paints, a palette, and a canister of pink glitter. Pleased, he stepped away from the table and went to the biggest wall. Glancing at the clock, he realized that he had at least twenty minutes before the first bell would ring. Grinning, he began to shake the first can.
A short while after the bell rang, students began to walk into the new Art room, expecting as usual that Kakashi-sensei had not bothered to set things up after they had destroyed their second class room that year. They were oddly surprised to find all the desks set out in a random pattern across the class room and the overwhelming stench of spray paint fumes being slowly dispersed by the air coming in the huge side window. Every thing was still rather dusty, as could be attested to by the hanging cobwebs in all the corners, but there was one thing that stood out as new.
The far wall had been entirely spray painted in shimmering metallic black with pink glitter and metallic blue paint flecks all over it in a galaxy spiral. There were numerous coin-sized iridescent orbs that resembled stars and a sun in the center with their planet circling it all alone. The planet was crumbling and rotting with great decomposed-looking patches and the kanji of humanity smeared across its collapsing façade. The earth radiated a sickly red and yellow glow. It was an exquisite work of art, despite its grave message. Signed in the corner as a sandy gust of dust through space was the name Sabaku no Gaara.
Everybody’ eyes shifted to the redhead sleeping in the corner desk as they got over their awe of the piece. Some few recognized him as the boy who had strolled through the student parking lot as if there was somewhere else he’d rather be. They regarded him now, in his long-sleeved black undershirt and the red Tee over it and his closefitting leather pants and knee-high black boots with their platform bottoms. They saw his ragged fingerless fishnet gloves that laced up at the top of his wrist and his shock of softly-spiked blood red hair that went in any and every direction.
Their wondering was silenced as the tardy bell rang and they chose their seats and sat down. Now it was just the waiting…
Gaara sat quietly amused in his seat, the other students peering at him. He didn’t move and was breathing regularly enough to convince them that he was asleep, when indeed he was most definitely not. In fact, he was examining them as much as they were him. He had the time to give them a full out analysis without them even knowing it.
First, there was the silent boy with long, dark hair tied back loosely and strange, white eyes. He sat up straight and had an air of dignity. His face was frozen into an unimpressionable expression that Gaara new well. It was a mask. But this boy wasn’t the only masked one.
There was the other boy, there, in a seat not to far from his who had raven black hair and eyes just as black. But a faint hint of what was behind his mask showed in his eyes; the shine of determination, the flat planes of pain and suffering, and then the unmistakable coldness of being alone. This was another one that Gaara knew well, although the other did not know it.
There were other people in this class. Normal people. People who lived normal lives with normal problems. There was the shy girl, so unsure with eyes as light and white as those of the first boy. There was the loud, raucous boy who couldn’t seem to hold himself still for more than a scant moment; shouting at his friend only a seat away. His face rather wolfish and playful.
Also the obese boy that he was talking to, along with a silent watcher. But his time for analyzing his fellow classmates was up as their teacher arrived twenty minutes late. It was the gray-haired man from before. He held up a hand to his ear and let a sheepish expression cross the visible portion of his face.
“Yo. The coffee machine broke so I had to run to the store and get a new one, but…” he began, but stopped at the students reactions. Many of the dozen pupils rolled their eyes and exclaimed about his lies, so he gave up and sat in his desk. That was when he noticed Gaara’s artwork. He stared a moment before grabbing his attendance sheet.
“Gaara. You did that?” Kakashi-sensei asked after looking up Gaara’s name. Gaara sat up. The wolf boy turned to look at him.
“Dude, who are you?” he asked. “I’m Kiba.”
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Just a note, I don't get any reviews for this. :'( I'm getting to the point of possibly accepting flames. Review me, flame me, I don't care. I do this so others can read and enjoy/criticize my work. Don't just let it rot...