Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The First of the Rest ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: angeldemon45678 
Chapter two. Also on fanfiction, upto chapter five on there...
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 07.22.2007 | Updated On: 07.23.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 291 | Status: Completed
Chapter two. Also on fanfiction, upto chapter five on there...
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 07.22.2007 | Updated On: 07.23.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 291 | Status: Completed
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Chapter two
The ride home was quiet, but the smile on Gaara’s mothers face said it all. She was proud. Proud of me? Gaara thought to himself. He turned his gaze to the window and watched the scenery go pass. Gaara lived out in the country, though he was not a hick or a redneck, or a hillbilly, or what ever else you wanted to call him. Temari sat in the back giggling and texting to one of her senior friends. The car pulled up a hill and into the driveway.
Gaara got out with his bag in tow and keys in hand. The Siblings walked up the sidewalk and on the green wiggly porch while their mom got the mail. Temari got to the outside door first and held it open with her foot while texting with her fingers. Gaara opened the door and took his shoes off. He walked in an put his shoes in the shoes rack as two small fuzz balls barked and jumped over him.
These were his dogs(1). Fuyu and Bakin. .They were both Spaniel mixed and only came up to about Gaara’s knee. Fuyu, Bakin’s father, was eight and incredibly lazy. He was to lazy to even get up to get his food and had to have it brought to him. He of course had been through a lot. He was ran over twice, attacked by a larger dog, throw out a car on accident by Kankuro, fathered two litters of puppies, and got lost twice while chasing cars. He had a nice well kept short, dull white and gray coat with a “mustache”, “beard”, and thick “eyebrows” that made Lee look like he had pencil thin eyebrows. Bakin on the other hand was practically the opposite. He was soon to be three, with a shaggy ,short, shiny black coat. Bakin never got hurt and was always full of energy and ready to play. He loved to run around people in the house and chew. You couldn’t tell where his eyes were since they were as black as his hair.
Bakin jumped on Gaara, so Gaara fell to the floor and rolled while Bakin chased after him and Fuyu just stood there wagging his long lion tail. After a while of playing, Gaara took his bag and threw it into his room. He closed the door so the dogs wouldn’t follow and fell flat on the bed with his arms spread out, enjoying the cool cold feeling his room had. Gaara kept his vent covered at all times, if the heat was on. Even in the snow and ice he kept it covered. He saw no point for it. That’s what covers were for right? Then why use a heating system that cost so much when the crisp cool blankets felt so good? Gaara would never understand his foster mother or his sister.
Gaara got up and left his room. He grabbed his CD player from his book bag and grabbed a light brown jacket and threw it over his shoulder. He went to the kitchen and out the side door. He went down the old wooden side porch and to the backyard. He went and stood under his tree. The leaves were starting to fall. This tree before him was planted the same year Gaara was born. It was short, much like Gaara himself, compare to the other surrounding trees. It was lacking in limbs in some spots but had far too many on others. Now it looked ugly, but in spring, the blossoms would be out and change from green to yellow to pink to white, before they would start to cascade down in the wind. Twirling about one, as if dancing to a symphony only they could hear. Gaara liked to think about things like that. Temari had a tree too. So had Kankuro. It was a family tradition, their adopted mother had started when Gaara was still a baby, that one be planted when a child was added to the family. Gaara remembered when his fathers tree fell in a storm. He killed himself that year. Gaara didn’t care though. Not on the outside at least. Neither Temari nor Kankuro, who were brother and sister, were related by blood to Gaara, but they still eventually to love one another as siblings. His father had given him up to a foster parent when Gaara was born. He let the mother take Gaara when he was born because his wife died giving birth . He had given up on life and the horrible little monster that had taken his beloved wife from him.
Gaara wiped a stray tear away and walked up to the tree. It was his tree, his life, his responsibility. Gaara went around the tree to the other side where a small house was hanging from a limb. There was a caged in are in front of it. A giant rabbit hopped out of the small hutch and looked at Gaara. It was a big white rabbit with a black nose, ears, and tail. The rest was pure white except its eye’s which were a bright clear pink. This was Usagi. Gaara reached up and pulled a container from the top of the cage. He opened up the cage and found a yellow bowl. He pout in some food from the container and gave the rabbit some water. He closed the cage and put the container back on the cage. He went down to the woods behind the house and put his head phones on. He walked for a couple minutes, twisting and turning in odd directions till he got to a small clearing with a small water fall flowing behind it. He sat down on a nearby rock and looked at the water fall. It wasn’t flowing since it hadn’t rained in a week, though the air wasn’t dry.
Gaara stood up and walked over to it, looking down over the edge.Then he turned his CD player on and walked to the center. He started dancing to ’Nightwish’ and mouthing the words. Every so often a squeak or squawk came out. Gaara turned embarrassed. Soon the sun started going down so Gaara turned off his CD player and left the woods. By the time he got to the door it was dark and his stomach was grumbling. His mom was in the kitchen.
Dinner was on the table so Gaara grabbed a plate. Portabella burger patties. One percent mushroom, ninety nine percent old plants growing on the side of the road.(2) He put one on his plate and grabbed a soda from the fridge. He went into the living room and turned on some cartoons while he ate his patty and drank his coke.
After he was done he turned off the TV and took his plate to the kitchen. Gaara then went to his room and turned on the weather channel. The weather man said it would be bright and shiny so Gaara went to his closet and picked out his clothes for the next day. He grabbed a pair of loose fitting jeans and a long baggy red shirt that had a red swirling dragon in the middle. He grabbed his big silver watch from the box on his dresser and set it on top of the clothes in his mushroom chair. He pulled out his sleeping bag and set it on top of his bed.
Gaara then sat down on his floor and pulled his PS2 towards him. He grabbed a random game in the stack, ‘Dark Cloud’ and put it in. He fought through some dungeon levels to build up his characters and then went to the next village. He fished in the little pond and then grew tired after losing five big fish and only getting a gummy 55cm. long.
Gaara decided to quit so he saved and pushed his game into a corner. He turned off his TV and grabbed his journal from underneath his bed. He opened to a clean page and began to write.
Dear Journal,
Man, that always sounds so girly… Today was my first day of High school! I met two people. Their weird but beggars cant be choosers. Well, whatever. Mom is so happy that I’m getting friends. She said last year that I didn’t have enough. Just because Kiba was the only one I mentioned, doesn’t mean he’s the only one I had! I had plenty of friends! It’s not my fault if they all went to different schools! Well… I guess she’s right sort of. We couldn’t have been good friends if we lost contact so easily.
Gaara
Gaara put his journal back under his bed and went to the bathroom. He was human after all. Then he went to his room and pulled his sketch book out from his side table. He sat on his bed, pillows behind him, propping him up and began to sketch his room. After awhile Gaara got thirsty so he put his book up and went to the kitchen. He got some juice from a big bottle and poured it into a goblet. Gaara love to drink from the goblets, though only he used them. He put up the juice and sat at the table. Gaara’s mom and Temari were fighting. Something about her spending all of her time on her cell phone, running the bill up. They never bothered Gaara. Gaara had a temper and they all knew it. They were afraid of him at home and treated him like a baby in public. Gaara didn’t really like people so he always acted uneasy around them. Shino and Marie sort of had that feeling surrounding them so Gaara liked it.
“I‘m sorry I can‘t be more like Gaara and be PERFECT!!!” Temari screamed at her mother, stomping towards her door.
“I‘m not asking you to be like Gaara… or to be perfect!! I just want you to keep your grades up, clean your room, and not spend all our money on a cell phone, especially when you can use our house phone or the computer!” Her mom yelled back, pointing her fingers.
“I‘m not Gaara! I‘ll never be Gaara and I never want to be! I won‘t act like him or be a goody two shoes like him! You never punish him! You always yell at me for yelling at you but when he does it you never get mad” Temari screamed again, turning to face her mother.
“Well I never get mad at him!!! Don‘t lie like that! You know I treat you the same with love and care!” Gaara’s mom snorted at Temari, who was standing at her door about to slam it.
Gaara rolled his eyes and sunk down in his chair. He watched the water drip down the side of the glass.
“Don‘t involve me in your argument! Leave me out of this!” He yelled at the two females of the house. Both turned and looked at him with blank expressions. Temari shut her door and turned on some music, while his mom stomped off to do some laundry grumbling about teenagers.
Gaara turned in his seat and saw this. He turned back around to watch his drink while he sipped it. He smirked and finished his drink up. He put his glass up and headed for the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and relieved himself, and then went to his bedroom. He fixed his pillows and spread out his sleeping bag, with the darker side up. He then hit the wall across from his bed.
“Turn off the music Temari!” She didn’t turn it down so he did it again. “Temari! Turn it OFF!” Nothing. She didn’t turn it off. Gaara got angry. He left his room in a fit and slammed open her door. Temari looked at him shocked for a minute and got a smug look on her face. Then she yelled at him.
“Get out of my room! If I‘m not allowed in your room, your not allowed in mine!” she yelled pushing him out the door by trying to close it with him in front of it. Gaara pushed back and the door hit Temari. She started to fake crying to get her mom, then stopped for a moment.
“Your in big trouble now!” she sneered at him. Gaara didn’t care though. She started up again and her mom came. Her mom asked her what happened and she told her that Gaara threw the door in her face. She started to tell Gaara not to do it and to apologize when Gaara glared at her.
“I‘m trying to go to sleep! She wouldn‘t turn down her crappy music! ”He stated stonicly. His mother turned to Temari
“Temari, dear. Turn the music down so Gaara can sleep please. ”She said to he foster daughter. Temari looked at her with disbelief.
“No! Why should I turn it down for the brat!” she yelled. Gaara didn’t say anything more as his foster mother argued with Temari. He just walked over to the computer and pulled out the speakers, making some little sparks fly from the plug!
“Oh my! Gaara! Look at what you did!” Temari stated bawling, holding the broken speakers to he chest. She pointed at him and yelled, “your going to pay for these!”
“No I‘m not !” He yelled back. This argument lasted for about another hour until it was clearly no end. Gaara left her room while she was still declaring that he would pay for them. He went ton his room and tried to get some sleep. Gaara only got a couple hours sleep that night. The next day went about the same way. Gaara started off his day with banana and a glass of milk, making Temari get her own breakfast. Their foster mom was there to see them off that day and drive them. Gaara knew where to go today and got a locker. In French they watched a Paris tour guide movie. In art they worked on their projects and Gaara sat with his new friends, talking the class away. Kakashi-sensei stated that the next day they would all have assigned seats. Marie looked disappointed, and Gaara frowned. Shino just slumped down a bit more in his chair. In third period, Asuma-sensei gave everyone assigned seats. They used textbooks off of a shelf and Lee let Gaara go in front of him. When he got back to his seat, he saw a small wad of paper on his desk. He was going to throw it to the side when he saw some writing on it. It read:
My name is Rock Lee! I am the handsome devil of this high school! You look interesting! What is your name?
Gaara blushed, he couldn’t help it. Someone thought he looked interesting. He couldn’t wait to tell Marie! He quickly wrote his reply on the side and turned to his look to his side. There sitting beside him was Rock Lee, looking at him through the corner of his eye, trying to look like he was paying attention to Asuma with a determined look on his face.
The bell soon rang for lunch and Gaara quickly got up, placing the note on Lee’s desk. What Gaara didn’t know was that Lee was turned the other way and put his book bag on top of the small note, hiding it from anyone’s view.
Gaara raced to lunch with his friends He sat across from Marie and Shino who were sitting beside each other talking, well Marie was anyway. Shino appeared to be listening, or sleeping... which ever it was he kept nodding off.
“Gaara!” Marie exclaimed upon seeing him. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“I sit right behind Shino! And we sit at the back so we can talk and pass notes! Isn‘t that great? Well, I mean, It would be better if you sat near us, but you don‘t , so sorry, but I‘m happy for us, aren‘t you?” she said running out of air. Gaara nodded at her and blushed at thinking of telling her his news.
“You know Rock Lee?” he began.
`”The boy with the fuzzy eyebrows? Yeah! He‘s cool! In a weird kinda way…,” she stated wobbling her hands in a funny manner. She got close, leaning across the table, with a ‘I want to know‘ face . Shino looked at them with his emotionless face. “Why?”
“He wrote me a note telling me I was interesting… ” Gaara said blushing. Marie didn’t move at all or change faces. Shino raised a delicate eyebrow. Gaara looked down ashamed that he had made such a big deal out of the whole thing, while his friends didn’t seem to think so. Marie sat back in her chair and took a deep breathe. She put her fingers to her face, closed her eyes and pressed them tightly together.
“Eeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh….!!!! So cute!” she squealed happily, dancing bubbly in her chair. Gaara looked up and took a sigh of relief. His friends didn’t think he was weird, well in a bad way at least. Shino looked relaxed and carefree as he and Gaara watched Marie slowly come off her sudden high.
“Okay! I‘m okay!” She said pushing her hands downward in a ‘settle down class’ manner. Her face was red and hair was sticking up in random places. “So what do you plan on doing? ”
Gaara looked at her confused,“ what do you mean?”
She sighed and put her head on her hand and sat sideways. She took her finger and ran it across the side of it in a lovey dovey manner. Then she stated dream like, “What‘s going to happen now? Is it going to mean ‘that’ kind of interesting or ’that’ kind of interesting? ”
Gaara looked at her strangely then looked down. “I don‘t know” He frowned and Marie smiled at him. Shino looked at him but Gaara could sense some attempt at a comforting feeling around him. After lunch, fourth period was again boring as Iruka went over even more rules on a power point program.
Gaara, Marie, and Shino began to play a game Marie called ‘Magic Picture’. It was where one person draws one simple thing while wanting the picture to be one thing, but doesn’t say what out loud. Then they pass to the next person who wants it to be another thing but doesn’t tell and draws one simple thing. Once all players have gone once, they repeat in the same order, except it has to be a little more complicated. The only rules were, that if you wanted to erase a line it had to stay the same but look different. An example was hair. If some one put long hair on it, then another person could erase it and put it up or it a braid or cut it. It had to look similar to the first though. Gaara wanted it to be a picture of his pets, while Shino wanted it to be a beetle or a spider, an d Marie wanted it to be a fat partially bald man drinking beer. In the end it was a giant rabbit drinking beer with a bald head, small dog on a leash, fleas and eight arms. It was a work of art, as Marie said. They all signed it and Marie put it in her binder she always carried, saying she would put it on her computer or her wall when she got home.
School was soon over and the four of them, including Kiba, sat outside talking. As the rides pulled up, Marie gave each of them a hug, whispering to Gaara as she hugged him.
“I want to know everything that happens between you and Lee, ya got me cutey?” she said giggling. Then she began to walk around the school.
The next day at school was different. In first, a girl named Hinata Hyuga , who was also in his second, sat beside him. She was a timid young girl. She was short and pretty, with short blue hair with bangs and to strips of hair hanging to the sides. She was always wearing a jacket though that covered her completely. Her eyes were a beautiful silver color that were tinted blue. Gaara thought she was very pretty. He blushed at the thought.
She looked at him and blushed. They talked for a while while the teacher put in yet another boring 1970 movie about France and the rest of the French speaking world.
After first, we went straight to second because homeroom wouldn’t be resuming until next week. In second they actually got a new seating chart. Gaara would be sitting right in between two boys. The one to his right was named Sasuke Uchiha. He was in the tenth grade. He had dark navy, almost black hair. In the front it was down and long but stuck up, the further back you got. His eyes were dark black, that had a mischievous glint in the top corner of them. He was wearing a pair of white shorts that reached his knees, blue sandals and a navy blue top. He like many others at the school, was wearing a school headband on his forehead.
Gaara turned to look at the other person at the table. It was the first time he ever really glanced at him. Neji Hyuga. Gaara’s heart instantly began to flutter. He could feel the blush on his face return. If he thought Hinata was pretty, this boy in front of him was as beautiful as a god. He was an eleventh grader. He had long dark brown hair that cascaded down to the middle of his back, held there by a small white tie at the end. His eyes looked much like Hinata’s, but his were tinted purple instead. His also held a look of superiority and confidence that Hinata had been lacking in. He had pale skin to contrast to his dark hair and was skinny, but not near as skinny as Gaara. He was much more filled out, form wise, with muscles. On his forehead rested a headband, like Sasuke, but his had underneath hanging from both sides. It looked like hair at first glance. He was wearing a pair of dark baggy denim jeans that hung a in the floor, crunching under his feet. A black belt was holding them up. He was wearing a tight blue shirt with red sleeves. It had a the number ’06’ on it, red outline with blue on the inside. He was wearing a pair of expensive tennis shoes.
Gaara turned away, blushing hysterically, to see his best friends sitting together at a table by them selves to his right. Kakashi- sensei said that another student would probably join class about a month down the road. He said that it always happened, though everyone already knew he would much rather just sit and read his perverted orange book.
Shino turned around to face him, as his back was to Gaara, and raised an eyebrow at his blush that was now growing at being discovered. Shino shrugged and turned back around to listen to Marie blabber away about something unimportant and stupid like how they should form a band though none of them could sing or play an instrument outside of band class in middle school. It wasn’t true though, as Gaara had been able to play the guitar and drums for years. He; however, wasn’t about to go across the room and get in trouble to correct her.
He turned to his table, to see Sasuke studying him carefully. “So, what up, bitches?” He started rudely, looking between Gaara and Neji. Gaara and Neji looked at each other and rolled their eyes in mutual agreement. Sitting with Sasuke would be like a living nightmare.
“I‘m Sasuke and your…? You goin‘ a answer me?” he said to Gaara, holding his hand out to shake. Gaara shook his hand and replied.
“Gaara” Sasuke let go of his hand and held it across the table to Neji, who just looked at, like it was poisoned.
“What? Your not going to answer? Probably thinking about how sexy I am.” he said angrily at Neji, pulling his hand back. Neji laughed and held his hand out to Sasuke.
“Neji, Neji Hyuga.” he smirked at Sasuke. Sasuke smiled and pointed to Neji’s hand with one hand and shook with the other.
“So NOW you want to answer! ”he said taking back his hand. Sasuke then began throwing notes at some people in front of him. Neji turned to Gaara.
“Gaara, was it? Nice to meet you!” he said with a smile. Gaara felt like melting, heart thudding in his chest faster than ever before. Neji looked down at his project, then at Gaara‘s and back to his. A look of disgust crossed his face! “Your so good! I‘m not artistic. It‘s not fair!” Neji gave a fake pout, crossing his arms in front of himself while slouching down on the backless stool, nearly losing his balance. He grabbed the table to keep from falling off the tall stood. He gave a small snort of laughter as Gaara laughed under his breathe. For the rest of class, Neji and Gaara made some small talk and passed a few jokes. Sasuke kept throwing notes and flirting with people at the tables in front of them, every once in a while throwing a wad of paper at Gaara.
Class was soon over and the bell rang. Neji stood up, grabbed his books off the table, and turned to Gaara. There was a huge height difference of at least a half a foot.
“See you tomorrow, ” he said smiling. Gaara stuttered for a moment and picked up his giant bag.
“Bye! Ssseee you tomorrow !!” He said sweating. They walked out the dorr and throught the double doors together befor they split directions. Neji walked out another door to the right and went outside, crossing the courtyard, whileGaara just stood there watching him disapear. Marie appeared behind Gaara, running upto him, with Shino in tow. She caught up to him and caught her breath, holding her hands on her knees. Shino looked perfectly fine.
“What was that all about?” Gaara asked her questioningly, nonexistent eyebrow raised, something he was picking up from Shino. Marie looked at him like he was crazy.
“I should be asking, what THAT,” she pointed to Gaara and the door, “was about! You and that boy seemed a bit cozy!” She finished with stars in her eyes, fan girl side taking over.
Gaara blushed darkly and looked down. “Nothing!” He said rubbing his fingers together. Sasuke came up behind him with some of his tenth grade friends. He put his arm around his shoulder, nearly crushing Gaara down. You could see that Sasuke was taller than Gaara but not near as tall as Neji.
“This is my new art Bakin guys! Were real close!” he said to them, rubbing Gaara’s hair and making it stick up even more. He let go and they walked away. Our trio stood there shocked for a moment until Shino gave a small cough.
“We‘d better get to class.” he pointed out. They ran up stairs to third. Gaara got there right as the bell rang the second time for the tardy bell. He walked to his seat, watching as Lee looked at him through the corner of his eye. Gaara turned away blushing again. Can I ever stop blushing today…he asked himself.
Asuma - sensei put up the warm-up and the students worked on some book work. They had a notebook check, though most people didn’t even have there notebooks yet. Gaara found himself day dreaming. He started to day dream about Neji, but quickly shook those thoughts from his head. Neji didn’t like him! He was a boy too! He couldn’t like him! Though Lee seemed too. Gaara turned his gaze to Lee who was still watching him. He had been watching him from the moment Gaara walked in the door. Gaara turned blushing profoundly. He wasn’t supposed to think like this, was he? Lee wasn’t all that bad looking, though.
It was true that Lee had little style when it came to hair cuts and eyebrow care but he was sort of pleasing to look at in an odd way. He had black shiny hair that was cut in a bowl shape and looked like he had a crown of white from the shine. His eyebrows were thick and straight and he had big round black eyes that reminded Gaara of a child’s toy(3).
Lee however had a nice face structure and incredibly bright teeth, that he kept flashing at Gaara in a smile and wink, every time he caught him staring. Lee had a nice skin tone, being neither tan nor pale but a sort of combination of the two. He had a nice body, being incredibly fit and muscular. He always wore a different tight green shirt that showed off his muscles since the start of school, making Gaara wonder how many green shirts he had. He also always wore an orange sweatband on each of his arms and a pair of pure orange shoes. Today Lee was wearing a pair of baggy dark green pants that were held up by a brown belt.
Soon lunch came and Gaara walked down with his friends. Lunch today was boring as Shino brought his lunch and Marie kept nagging him to give her some. Gaara rested his head on his hands. His eyes widened as he saw Sasuke go by. Sasuke had lunch with him. That could only spell trouble. Gaara looked back at his friends who were now silently watching him, while chewing their, well, Shino’s food.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing!” They responded quickly.
School was soon over as all they talked about in World History was about what they were going to be learning. One thing they had learned about Iruka- sensei was that he answered all questions anyone asked. Marie asked several things and everyone found out Iruka wasn’t married and didn’t even have a girlfriend that day.
After school Marie left first, so Shino decided to inform them with as many bug facts as he could in ten minutes. Kiba just made a face and walked away saying he’d told his dad to pick him up around front that day, leaving Gaara to listen to the usually silent boy’s favorite subject.
Gaara’s ride soon came and he got in. Temari came about five minutes later. She needs to get a license, Gaara thought grouchily. Gaara was happy though. Temari worked a the pizza place at the local mall. That day she had to work from five p.m. till closing at ten, then had to close. She’d be gone as soon as she got ready and be to tired to turn up her music at night. She’d get money from it, so everyone was happy. Well, almost everyone.
As soon as they got home, Gaara’s mom and Temari got into an argument. They soon left though and Gaara ran to his room to write in his journal. He pulled it out to the next page and started writing.
Dear Journal,
I met so many people today! I met a really pretty girl in first, then in second I met this boy who looked sort of like her but he was a total hunk! Is that wrong for me to like him? Uggh.. So confusing! I also met a real asshole there too. I know I don’t normally cuss but he fit’s the bill! My best friends, are accepting of the my liking Neji though, or id it Lee that there okay with? Oh, Lee! He’s this weird, but cute boy in third. He likes me! Now I don’t know who to think about! Hinata, Lee, or Neji! I like Neji more already, but should I like Hinata more cause she’s a girl? I need help! I don’t think I’ll tell Kiba yet though… I don’t know how he’ll react… Bye!
Gaara
Gaara put up his journal in its safe spot under his bed and went to his secret spot outside. He spent a couple hours outside and came back in to eat, check his emails, and play his games. By the time Temari came home at eleven thirty, Gaara was already asleep, dreaming his secret dreams.
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Okay! Review! Not as long but good, right? Trying here! I’ll try to update as much as possible as long as you all review. Hope y’all don’t hate my OC! Tell me if I should try to develop her more! Thanks! Am I rushing? Some one tell me, but this story has to take place over an entire semester!!! The semester ends after Christmas/ winter break. I have so many things to write, I can’t slow the plot though ‘cause this is the way it happened! I’ll probably have a second part but that’s way off!!! Gaara’s supposed to have a goth -ish, emo- ish (hate labels) kind of feeling to him and Neji’s supposed to have a kind of guy prep feel to him, slash regular guy.
(1)Every critter I own! Those are me babies! XD Like I said before, true story (which explains OOC-ness).
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Chapter two
The ride home was quiet, but the smile on Gaara’s mothers face said it all. She was proud. Proud of me? Gaara thought to himself. He turned his gaze to the window and watched the scenery go pass. Gaara lived out in the country, though he was not a hick or a redneck, or a hillbilly, or what ever else you wanted to call him. Temari sat in the back giggling and texting to one of her senior friends. The car pulled up a hill and into the driveway.
Gaara got out with his bag in tow and keys in hand. The Siblings walked up the sidewalk and on the green wiggly porch while their mom got the mail. Temari got to the outside door first and held it open with her foot while texting with her fingers. Gaara opened the door and took his shoes off. He walked in an put his shoes in the shoes rack as two small fuzz balls barked and jumped over him.
These were his dogs(1). Fuyu and Bakin. .They were both Spaniel mixed and only came up to about Gaara’s knee. Fuyu, Bakin’s father, was eight and incredibly lazy. He was to lazy to even get up to get his food and had to have it brought to him. He of course had been through a lot. He was ran over twice, attacked by a larger dog, throw out a car on accident by Kankuro, fathered two litters of puppies, and got lost twice while chasing cars. He had a nice well kept short, dull white and gray coat with a “mustache”, “beard”, and thick “eyebrows” that made Lee look like he had pencil thin eyebrows. Bakin on the other hand was practically the opposite. He was soon to be three, with a shaggy ,short, shiny black coat. Bakin never got hurt and was always full of energy and ready to play. He loved to run around people in the house and chew. You couldn’t tell where his eyes were since they were as black as his hair.
Bakin jumped on Gaara, so Gaara fell to the floor and rolled while Bakin chased after him and Fuyu just stood there wagging his long lion tail. After a while of playing, Gaara took his bag and threw it into his room. He closed the door so the dogs wouldn’t follow and fell flat on the bed with his arms spread out, enjoying the cool cold feeling his room had. Gaara kept his vent covered at all times, if the heat was on. Even in the snow and ice he kept it covered. He saw no point for it. That’s what covers were for right? Then why use a heating system that cost so much when the crisp cool blankets felt so good? Gaara would never understand his foster mother or his sister.
Gaara got up and left his room. He grabbed his CD player from his book bag and grabbed a light brown jacket and threw it over his shoulder. He went to the kitchen and out the side door. He went down the old wooden side porch and to the backyard. He went and stood under his tree. The leaves were starting to fall. This tree before him was planted the same year Gaara was born. It was short, much like Gaara himself, compare to the other surrounding trees. It was lacking in limbs in some spots but had far too many on others. Now it looked ugly, but in spring, the blossoms would be out and change from green to yellow to pink to white, before they would start to cascade down in the wind. Twirling about one, as if dancing to a symphony only they could hear. Gaara liked to think about things like that. Temari had a tree too. So had Kankuro. It was a family tradition, their adopted mother had started when Gaara was still a baby, that one be planted when a child was added to the family. Gaara remembered when his fathers tree fell in a storm. He killed himself that year. Gaara didn’t care though. Not on the outside at least. Neither Temari nor Kankuro, who were brother and sister, were related by blood to Gaara, but they still eventually to love one another as siblings. His father had given him up to a foster parent when Gaara was born. He let the mother take Gaara when he was born because his wife died giving birth . He had given up on life and the horrible little monster that had taken his beloved wife from him.
Gaara wiped a stray tear away and walked up to the tree. It was his tree, his life, his responsibility. Gaara went around the tree to the other side where a small house was hanging from a limb. There was a caged in are in front of it. A giant rabbit hopped out of the small hutch and looked at Gaara. It was a big white rabbit with a black nose, ears, and tail. The rest was pure white except its eye’s which were a bright clear pink. This was Usagi. Gaara reached up and pulled a container from the top of the cage. He opened up the cage and found a yellow bowl. He pout in some food from the container and gave the rabbit some water. He closed the cage and put the container back on the cage. He went down to the woods behind the house and put his head phones on. He walked for a couple minutes, twisting and turning in odd directions till he got to a small clearing with a small water fall flowing behind it. He sat down on a nearby rock and looked at the water fall. It wasn’t flowing since it hadn’t rained in a week, though the air wasn’t dry.
Gaara stood up and walked over to it, looking down over the edge.Then he turned his CD player on and walked to the center. He started dancing to ’Nightwish’ and mouthing the words. Every so often a squeak or squawk came out. Gaara turned embarrassed. Soon the sun started going down so Gaara turned off his CD player and left the woods. By the time he got to the door it was dark and his stomach was grumbling. His mom was in the kitchen.
Dinner was on the table so Gaara grabbed a plate. Portabella burger patties. One percent mushroom, ninety nine percent old plants growing on the side of the road.(2) He put one on his plate and grabbed a soda from the fridge. He went into the living room and turned on some cartoons while he ate his patty and drank his coke.
After he was done he turned off the TV and took his plate to the kitchen. Gaara then went to his room and turned on the weather channel. The weather man said it would be bright and shiny so Gaara went to his closet and picked out his clothes for the next day. He grabbed a pair of loose fitting jeans and a long baggy red shirt that had a red swirling dragon in the middle. He grabbed his big silver watch from the box on his dresser and set it on top of the clothes in his mushroom chair. He pulled out his sleeping bag and set it on top of his bed.
Gaara then sat down on his floor and pulled his PS2 towards him. He grabbed a random game in the stack, ‘Dark Cloud’ and put it in. He fought through some dungeon levels to build up his characters and then went to the next village. He fished in the little pond and then grew tired after losing five big fish and only getting a gummy 55cm. long.
Gaara decided to quit so he saved and pushed his game into a corner. He turned off his TV and grabbed his journal from underneath his bed. He opened to a clean page and began to write.
Dear Journal,
Man, that always sounds so girly… Today was my first day of High school! I met two people. Their weird but beggars cant be choosers. Well, whatever. Mom is so happy that I’m getting friends. She said last year that I didn’t have enough. Just because Kiba was the only one I mentioned, doesn’t mean he’s the only one I had! I had plenty of friends! It’s not my fault if they all went to different schools! Well… I guess she’s right sort of. We couldn’t have been good friends if we lost contact so easily.
Gaara
Gaara put his journal back under his bed and went to the bathroom. He was human after all. Then he went to his room and pulled his sketch book out from his side table. He sat on his bed, pillows behind him, propping him up and began to sketch his room. After awhile Gaara got thirsty so he put his book up and went to the kitchen. He got some juice from a big bottle and poured it into a goblet. Gaara love to drink from the goblets, though only he used them. He put up the juice and sat at the table. Gaara’s mom and Temari were fighting. Something about her spending all of her time on her cell phone, running the bill up. They never bothered Gaara. Gaara had a temper and they all knew it. They were afraid of him at home and treated him like a baby in public. Gaara didn’t really like people so he always acted uneasy around them. Shino and Marie sort of had that feeling surrounding them so Gaara liked it.
“I‘m sorry I can‘t be more like Gaara and be PERFECT!!!” Temari screamed at her mother, stomping towards her door.
“I‘m not asking you to be like Gaara… or to be perfect!! I just want you to keep your grades up, clean your room, and not spend all our money on a cell phone, especially when you can use our house phone or the computer!” Her mom yelled back, pointing her fingers.
“I‘m not Gaara! I‘ll never be Gaara and I never want to be! I won‘t act like him or be a goody two shoes like him! You never punish him! You always yell at me for yelling at you but when he does it you never get mad” Temari screamed again, turning to face her mother.
“Well I never get mad at him!!! Don‘t lie like that! You know I treat you the same with love and care!” Gaara’s mom snorted at Temari, who was standing at her door about to slam it.
Gaara rolled his eyes and sunk down in his chair. He watched the water drip down the side of the glass.
“Don‘t involve me in your argument! Leave me out of this!” He yelled at the two females of the house. Both turned and looked at him with blank expressions. Temari shut her door and turned on some music, while his mom stomped off to do some laundry grumbling about teenagers.
Gaara turned in his seat and saw this. He turned back around to watch his drink while he sipped it. He smirked and finished his drink up. He put his glass up and headed for the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and relieved himself, and then went to his bedroom. He fixed his pillows and spread out his sleeping bag, with the darker side up. He then hit the wall across from his bed.
“Turn off the music Temari!” She didn’t turn it down so he did it again. “Temari! Turn it OFF!” Nothing. She didn’t turn it off. Gaara got angry. He left his room in a fit and slammed open her door. Temari looked at him shocked for a minute and got a smug look on her face. Then she yelled at him.
“Get out of my room! If I‘m not allowed in your room, your not allowed in mine!” she yelled pushing him out the door by trying to close it with him in front of it. Gaara pushed back and the door hit Temari. She started to fake crying to get her mom, then stopped for a moment.
“Your in big trouble now!” she sneered at him. Gaara didn’t care though. She started up again and her mom came. Her mom asked her what happened and she told her that Gaara threw the door in her face. She started to tell Gaara not to do it and to apologize when Gaara glared at her.
“I‘m trying to go to sleep! She wouldn‘t turn down her crappy music! ”He stated stonicly. His mother turned to Temari
“Temari, dear. Turn the music down so Gaara can sleep please. ”She said to he foster daughter. Temari looked at her with disbelief.
“No! Why should I turn it down for the brat!” she yelled. Gaara didn’t say anything more as his foster mother argued with Temari. He just walked over to the computer and pulled out the speakers, making some little sparks fly from the plug!
“Oh my! Gaara! Look at what you did!” Temari stated bawling, holding the broken speakers to he chest. She pointed at him and yelled, “your going to pay for these!”
“No I‘m not !” He yelled back. This argument lasted for about another hour until it was clearly no end. Gaara left her room while she was still declaring that he would pay for them. He went ton his room and tried to get some sleep. Gaara only got a couple hours sleep that night. The next day went about the same way. Gaara started off his day with banana and a glass of milk, making Temari get her own breakfast. Their foster mom was there to see them off that day and drive them. Gaara knew where to go today and got a locker. In French they watched a Paris tour guide movie. In art they worked on their projects and Gaara sat with his new friends, talking the class away. Kakashi-sensei stated that the next day they would all have assigned seats. Marie looked disappointed, and Gaara frowned. Shino just slumped down a bit more in his chair. In third period, Asuma-sensei gave everyone assigned seats. They used textbooks off of a shelf and Lee let Gaara go in front of him. When he got back to his seat, he saw a small wad of paper on his desk. He was going to throw it to the side when he saw some writing on it. It read:
My name is Rock Lee! I am the handsome devil of this high school! You look interesting! What is your name?
Gaara blushed, he couldn’t help it. Someone thought he looked interesting. He couldn’t wait to tell Marie! He quickly wrote his reply on the side and turned to his look to his side. There sitting beside him was Rock Lee, looking at him through the corner of his eye, trying to look like he was paying attention to Asuma with a determined look on his face.
The bell soon rang for lunch and Gaara quickly got up, placing the note on Lee’s desk. What Gaara didn’t know was that Lee was turned the other way and put his book bag on top of the small note, hiding it from anyone’s view.
Gaara raced to lunch with his friends He sat across from Marie and Shino who were sitting beside each other talking, well Marie was anyway. Shino appeared to be listening, or sleeping... which ever it was he kept nodding off.
“Gaara!” Marie exclaimed upon seeing him. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“I sit right behind Shino! And we sit at the back so we can talk and pass notes! Isn‘t that great? Well, I mean, It would be better if you sat near us, but you don‘t , so sorry, but I‘m happy for us, aren‘t you?” she said running out of air. Gaara nodded at her and blushed at thinking of telling her his news.
“You know Rock Lee?” he began.
`”The boy with the fuzzy eyebrows? Yeah! He‘s cool! In a weird kinda way…,” she stated wobbling her hands in a funny manner. She got close, leaning across the table, with a ‘I want to know‘ face . Shino looked at them with his emotionless face. “Why?”
“He wrote me a note telling me I was interesting… ” Gaara said blushing. Marie didn’t move at all or change faces. Shino raised a delicate eyebrow. Gaara looked down ashamed that he had made such a big deal out of the whole thing, while his friends didn’t seem to think so. Marie sat back in her chair and took a deep breathe. She put her fingers to her face, closed her eyes and pressed them tightly together.
“Eeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh….!!!! So cute!” she squealed happily, dancing bubbly in her chair. Gaara looked up and took a sigh of relief. His friends didn’t think he was weird, well in a bad way at least. Shino looked relaxed and carefree as he and Gaara watched Marie slowly come off her sudden high.
“Okay! I‘m okay!” She said pushing her hands downward in a ‘settle down class’ manner. Her face was red and hair was sticking up in random places. “So what do you plan on doing? ”
Gaara looked at her confused,“ what do you mean?”
She sighed and put her head on her hand and sat sideways. She took her finger and ran it across the side of it in a lovey dovey manner. Then she stated dream like, “What‘s going to happen now? Is it going to mean ‘that’ kind of interesting or ’that’ kind of interesting? ”
Gaara looked at her strangely then looked down. “I don‘t know” He frowned and Marie smiled at him. Shino looked at him but Gaara could sense some attempt at a comforting feeling around him. After lunch, fourth period was again boring as Iruka went over even more rules on a power point program.
Gaara, Marie, and Shino began to play a game Marie called ‘Magic Picture’. It was where one person draws one simple thing while wanting the picture to be one thing, but doesn’t say what out loud. Then they pass to the next person who wants it to be another thing but doesn’t tell and draws one simple thing. Once all players have gone once, they repeat in the same order, except it has to be a little more complicated. The only rules were, that if you wanted to erase a line it had to stay the same but look different. An example was hair. If some one put long hair on it, then another person could erase it and put it up or it a braid or cut it. It had to look similar to the first though. Gaara wanted it to be a picture of his pets, while Shino wanted it to be a beetle or a spider, an d Marie wanted it to be a fat partially bald man drinking beer. In the end it was a giant rabbit drinking beer with a bald head, small dog on a leash, fleas and eight arms. It was a work of art, as Marie said. They all signed it and Marie put it in her binder she always carried, saying she would put it on her computer or her wall when she got home.
School was soon over and the four of them, including Kiba, sat outside talking. As the rides pulled up, Marie gave each of them a hug, whispering to Gaara as she hugged him.
“I want to know everything that happens between you and Lee, ya got me cutey?” she said giggling. Then she began to walk around the school.
The next day at school was different. In first, a girl named Hinata Hyuga , who was also in his second, sat beside him. She was a timid young girl. She was short and pretty, with short blue hair with bangs and to strips of hair hanging to the sides. She was always wearing a jacket though that covered her completely. Her eyes were a beautiful silver color that were tinted blue. Gaara thought she was very pretty. He blushed at the thought.
She looked at him and blushed. They talked for a while while the teacher put in yet another boring 1970 movie about France and the rest of the French speaking world.
After first, we went straight to second because homeroom wouldn’t be resuming until next week. In second they actually got a new seating chart. Gaara would be sitting right in between two boys. The one to his right was named Sasuke Uchiha. He was in the tenth grade. He had dark navy, almost black hair. In the front it was down and long but stuck up, the further back you got. His eyes were dark black, that had a mischievous glint in the top corner of them. He was wearing a pair of white shorts that reached his knees, blue sandals and a navy blue top. He like many others at the school, was wearing a school headband on his forehead.
Gaara turned to look at the other person at the table. It was the first time he ever really glanced at him. Neji Hyuga. Gaara’s heart instantly began to flutter. He could feel the blush on his face return. If he thought Hinata was pretty, this boy in front of him was as beautiful as a god. He was an eleventh grader. He had long dark brown hair that cascaded down to the middle of his back, held there by a small white tie at the end. His eyes looked much like Hinata’s, but his were tinted purple instead. His also held a look of superiority and confidence that Hinata had been lacking in. He had pale skin to contrast to his dark hair and was skinny, but not near as skinny as Gaara. He was much more filled out, form wise, with muscles. On his forehead rested a headband, like Sasuke, but his had underneath hanging from both sides. It looked like hair at first glance. He was wearing a pair of dark baggy denim jeans that hung a in the floor, crunching under his feet. A black belt was holding them up. He was wearing a tight blue shirt with red sleeves. It had a the number ’06’ on it, red outline with blue on the inside. He was wearing a pair of expensive tennis shoes.
Gaara turned away, blushing hysterically, to see his best friends sitting together at a table by them selves to his right. Kakashi- sensei said that another student would probably join class about a month down the road. He said that it always happened, though everyone already knew he would much rather just sit and read his perverted orange book.
Shino turned around to face him, as his back was to Gaara, and raised an eyebrow at his blush that was now growing at being discovered. Shino shrugged and turned back around to listen to Marie blabber away about something unimportant and stupid like how they should form a band though none of them could sing or play an instrument outside of band class in middle school. It wasn’t true though, as Gaara had been able to play the guitar and drums for years. He; however, wasn’t about to go across the room and get in trouble to correct her.
He turned to his table, to see Sasuke studying him carefully. “So, what up, bitches?” He started rudely, looking between Gaara and Neji. Gaara and Neji looked at each other and rolled their eyes in mutual agreement. Sitting with Sasuke would be like a living nightmare.
“I‘m Sasuke and your…? You goin‘ a answer me?” he said to Gaara, holding his hand out to shake. Gaara shook his hand and replied.
“Gaara” Sasuke let go of his hand and held it across the table to Neji, who just looked at, like it was poisoned.
“What? Your not going to answer? Probably thinking about how sexy I am.” he said angrily at Neji, pulling his hand back. Neji laughed and held his hand out to Sasuke.
“Neji, Neji Hyuga.” he smirked at Sasuke. Sasuke smiled and pointed to Neji’s hand with one hand and shook with the other.
“So NOW you want to answer! ”he said taking back his hand. Sasuke then began throwing notes at some people in front of him. Neji turned to Gaara.
“Gaara, was it? Nice to meet you!” he said with a smile. Gaara felt like melting, heart thudding in his chest faster than ever before. Neji looked down at his project, then at Gaara‘s and back to his. A look of disgust crossed his face! “Your so good! I‘m not artistic. It‘s not fair!” Neji gave a fake pout, crossing his arms in front of himself while slouching down on the backless stool, nearly losing his balance. He grabbed the table to keep from falling off the tall stood. He gave a small snort of laughter as Gaara laughed under his breathe. For the rest of class, Neji and Gaara made some small talk and passed a few jokes. Sasuke kept throwing notes and flirting with people at the tables in front of them, every once in a while throwing a wad of paper at Gaara.
Class was soon over and the bell rang. Neji stood up, grabbed his books off the table, and turned to Gaara. There was a huge height difference of at least a half a foot.
“See you tomorrow, ” he said smiling. Gaara stuttered for a moment and picked up his giant bag.
“Bye! Ssseee you tomorrow !!” He said sweating. They walked out the dorr and throught the double doors together befor they split directions. Neji walked out another door to the right and went outside, crossing the courtyard, whileGaara just stood there watching him disapear. Marie appeared behind Gaara, running upto him, with Shino in tow. She caught up to him and caught her breath, holding her hands on her knees. Shino looked perfectly fine.
“What was that all about?” Gaara asked her questioningly, nonexistent eyebrow raised, something he was picking up from Shino. Marie looked at him like he was crazy.
“I should be asking, what THAT,” she pointed to Gaara and the door, “was about! You and that boy seemed a bit cozy!” She finished with stars in her eyes, fan girl side taking over.
Gaara blushed darkly and looked down. “Nothing!” He said rubbing his fingers together. Sasuke came up behind him with some of his tenth grade friends. He put his arm around his shoulder, nearly crushing Gaara down. You could see that Sasuke was taller than Gaara but not near as tall as Neji.
“This is my new art Bakin guys! Were real close!” he said to them, rubbing Gaara’s hair and making it stick up even more. He let go and they walked away. Our trio stood there shocked for a moment until Shino gave a small cough.
“We‘d better get to class.” he pointed out. They ran up stairs to third. Gaara got there right as the bell rang the second time for the tardy bell. He walked to his seat, watching as Lee looked at him through the corner of his eye. Gaara turned away blushing again. Can I ever stop blushing today…he asked himself.
Asuma - sensei put up the warm-up and the students worked on some book work. They had a notebook check, though most people didn’t even have there notebooks yet. Gaara found himself day dreaming. He started to day dream about Neji, but quickly shook those thoughts from his head. Neji didn’t like him! He was a boy too! He couldn’t like him! Though Lee seemed too. Gaara turned his gaze to Lee who was still watching him. He had been watching him from the moment Gaara walked in the door. Gaara turned blushing profoundly. He wasn’t supposed to think like this, was he? Lee wasn’t all that bad looking, though.
It was true that Lee had little style when it came to hair cuts and eyebrow care but he was sort of pleasing to look at in an odd way. He had black shiny hair that was cut in a bowl shape and looked like he had a crown of white from the shine. His eyebrows were thick and straight and he had big round black eyes that reminded Gaara of a child’s toy(3).
Lee however had a nice face structure and incredibly bright teeth, that he kept flashing at Gaara in a smile and wink, every time he caught him staring. Lee had a nice skin tone, being neither tan nor pale but a sort of combination of the two. He had a nice body, being incredibly fit and muscular. He always wore a different tight green shirt that showed off his muscles since the start of school, making Gaara wonder how many green shirts he had. He also always wore an orange sweatband on each of his arms and a pair of pure orange shoes. Today Lee was wearing a pair of baggy dark green pants that were held up by a brown belt.
Soon lunch came and Gaara walked down with his friends. Lunch today was boring as Shino brought his lunch and Marie kept nagging him to give her some. Gaara rested his head on his hands. His eyes widened as he saw Sasuke go by. Sasuke had lunch with him. That could only spell trouble. Gaara looked back at his friends who were now silently watching him, while chewing their, well, Shino’s food.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing!” They responded quickly.
School was soon over as all they talked about in World History was about what they were going to be learning. One thing they had learned about Iruka- sensei was that he answered all questions anyone asked. Marie asked several things and everyone found out Iruka wasn’t married and didn’t even have a girlfriend that day.
After school Marie left first, so Shino decided to inform them with as many bug facts as he could in ten minutes. Kiba just made a face and walked away saying he’d told his dad to pick him up around front that day, leaving Gaara to listen to the usually silent boy’s favorite subject.
Gaara’s ride soon came and he got in. Temari came about five minutes later. She needs to get a license, Gaara thought grouchily. Gaara was happy though. Temari worked a the pizza place at the local mall. That day she had to work from five p.m. till closing at ten, then had to close. She’d be gone as soon as she got ready and be to tired to turn up her music at night. She’d get money from it, so everyone was happy. Well, almost everyone.
As soon as they got home, Gaara’s mom and Temari got into an argument. They soon left though and Gaara ran to his room to write in his journal. He pulled it out to the next page and started writing.
Dear Journal,
I met so many people today! I met a really pretty girl in first, then in second I met this boy who looked sort of like her but he was a total hunk! Is that wrong for me to like him? Uggh.. So confusing! I also met a real asshole there too. I know I don’t normally cuss but he fit’s the bill! My best friends, are accepting of the my liking Neji though, or id it Lee that there okay with? Oh, Lee! He’s this weird, but cute boy in third. He likes me! Now I don’t know who to think about! Hinata, Lee, or Neji! I like Neji more already, but should I like Hinata more cause she’s a girl? I need help! I don’t think I’ll tell Kiba yet though… I don’t know how he’ll react… Bye!
Gaara
Gaara put up his journal in its safe spot under his bed and went to his secret spot outside. He spent a couple hours outside and came back in to eat, check his emails, and play his games. By the time Temari came home at eleven thirty, Gaara was already asleep, dreaming his secret dreams.
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Okay! Review! Not as long but good, right? Trying here! I’ll try to update as much as possible as long as you all review. Hope y’all don’t hate my OC! Tell me if I should try to develop her more! Thanks! Am I rushing? Some one tell me, but this story has to take place over an entire semester!!! The semester ends after Christmas/ winter break. I have so many things to write, I can’t slow the plot though ‘cause this is the way it happened! I’ll probably have a second part but that’s way off!!! Gaara’s supposed to have a goth -ish, emo- ish (hate labels) kind of feeling to him and Neji’s supposed to have a kind of guy prep feel to him, slash regular guy.
(1)Every critter I own! Those are me babies! XD Like I said before, true story (which explains OOC-ness).
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