Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Voices ❯ You're in a Coma ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A.N: Thank you all for reading ot means so much. Enjoy the chapter.


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Gaara can't sleep. Its been weeks since he's been released from the hospital and he should be well situated and comfortable, especially now that he's back in his own home in his own bedroom and bed. His sleepy eyes stare at the white wall beside his turned head; they're slightly drooped from fatigue but they refuse to close. He's actually really tired but he just can't sleep. He won't sleep.
I'm sure this will help the recovery of my 'raccoon eyes'. Thinks the male half-heartedly.

Rings around his eyes is an adjustment he may still have to get used to. No one at school spares him a glance, people in the neighborhood do the typical: look but don't be seen doing it routine. People say the Tsuna's are a good looking family. Temari looking like his mother, Kankurou the spitting image of his father, and he looks like his uncle Sasori. Or at least he used to, now he'll be the family's 'special' child. The one they hide when company comes over, the one that no one wants to speak about very often. But actually, the look didn't bother him. He actually thought it made him stand out a bit more- a lot even. Interesting story to tell whenever someone asks about his missing eyebrows. Besides, looks don't mean that much to him, he's only after one thing. Sighing, Gaara rolls over onto his side so that he's now facing the open room. A bit of moonlight illuminated the well-sized, yet, sparse room.

This is pointless. Getting out of bed, Gaara puts on his blue and white striped robe, that lay at the end of the bed, over his red pajamas then slips out of bed. Walking downstairs without much care for silence- not that he made much noise either way, he passed his sleeping mother in the living room. For a moment he paused, squinting through the darkness to see if her eyes were open or not.

Some nights the woman was actually awake staring, as usual, at nothing but darkness. Gaara wondered sometimes if the woman ever thought of anything, anything at all. Maybe something that would make her laugh out loud accidently. Probably not if she's been like that since he could remember. Passing through the living room he skips through the kitchen; the neon clock on the stove showing 2:58 a.m., then down into the basement where Ouka Kenga is staying. The woman's body lay glowing like a God on a cold metal table bed under a floresent light that hangs above it; the rest of the room is incased by darkness as if the spirits of the dead are gathered around like a dark society giving praise and love to the glowing woman laying there. The red head stepped through the invisible crowd over to the table, his face shown like a blessed one, glowing only while giving his peace.

"Dad hasn't worked on a woman in a long time. I was starting to think women had some kind of secret to life but I guess not." Taking a seat on the stool at the side of the bed, he looked over her body covered by a lovely royal blue church dress. Pearls around her neck. "Why do they dress the dead so nicely when they're just going to burn them at the funeral?" He asks her. "Maybe you don't know. I should ask my uncle tomorrow."

Something squinking off in the corner of the room caught his attention for a second but he soon ignored it and continued speaking to the woman.

"I can't sleep. I haven't slept in almost a month." He confesses. "I think I might have insomnia or something. But, I don't think people with insomnia get tired so maybe I just need a gimmick to sleeping now. I've been in an accident and ended up in a coma for a week and a half." Resting his arms beside the woman's he lays his chin on top of it. His view, once of her full face, now became a shoulder, chin, and peek of her breast. "What do you think about that? I awoke from the dead... I'm a zombie now." Gaara's free hand reaches and takes a hold of the woman's sleeve, the fabric slips and slides between his moving thumb and index finger. "Maybe I'm not a zombie and I'm an angel- I should help somebody with something. What do you think about that?"

The woman said nothing, of course, just lay on the table cold and absent from this world. Again a squinking sounds in the corner but not loud enough to get his attention this time. He heard but he didn't acknowledge it.

"There's a boy at school I can't stop thinking about named Lee. Maybe I came back to help him." He releases her dress. "He says that I know things about him because he spoke to me when I was dead, that I know things about him because he told them to me and I heard it. I think he's crazy, but, I can't explain how I know what I know if that's not the case. Maybe I am an angel that's come back, maybe I'm just watching everyone do things but no one can actually see me." He had to shake his head on that one because Shikamaru and Naruto were talking to him all week, and his family. Sitting up straight looking at the woman's face again he leans in close and whispers in her ear. "If you can hear me, can you tell me something?" He looks at her eyes to see if there's any kind of response. Nothing. "Why are you smiling? Have you found what you've been looking for? Are you happy with the deal?" Standing, he slams his hand down on the table. "Give me a sign!"

Something grabbed his shoulder- no! Something shoved his shoulder pushing him down over Ms. Kenga. Gaara's blood ran cold right before his back hit the hard basement wall. He thought his father or uncle had caught him down there and got upset, but he realized he had backed to the wall himself. But someone did touch him, he was sure of it. Ms. Kenga lay still on the table. The entire room lay still. Was it Kankurou trying to be funny? No, his brother was sawing logs upstairs, that was for sure. Temari then? No she couldn't help but giggle at her brother's sudden jump. So then who?

Not frightened, though, rattled all the same he calls. "Mama? Is that you?" Having never grown up speaking with the woman, Gaara tended to use his young title when speaking to her- the few times he did speak to her. His sister was no longer 'sissy', his brother no longer 'brozer', father no longer 'papa' and his uncle no longer uncle Yashi. But with his mother it will always be 'mama'. "Mama answer me?" The boy gasped sharply as the feeling of being touched came up from his legs all the way to his shoulders and neck. It was almost suffocating how hard the touch was, how much movement it made over his body. It was so strong this sense that even with his back against the wall he could feel the hands groping at him. Breaths hard, he lowers himself to the floor muttering-

"Stop it.... stop it!"

And when the hands went away, he hurried upstairs before he was caught in the basement. Exhausted for the night into morning, he fell onto his bed in a tired heap but his eyes refused to sleep. So he lay there until Kankurou came in and tapped him to alert his attention that he should get ready for school. Gaara got up slowly, showered then dressed into his uniform all the while wondering about what happened earlier. Was it a haunting? Nonsense. So then what?

I should try sleeping pills tonight. A week without sleep is getting to me. Heading down to breakfast, mind made up about what happened, he's ready to move on with his day.

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Gaara's pace is considerably slow as he lags behind his friends, stifling a yawn as he rounds a corner absently. Shikamaru and Naruto continued straight until they noticed that a third set of foot steps wasn't behind them anymore.

Head titled forward to see past Naruto, Shikamaru calls out to his friend. "You know a short-cut we don't?"

Looking over his shoulder, Gaara turns around walking back to the two.

Putting his arm around the tired boy, Naruto used his hand to tilt Gaara's head to his shoulder. "You just rest your little head, I'll lead you to school."

Gaara put his arm around the blond's waist as a thank you.

"Didn't you get any sleep last night?" Asks the Nara boy, looking and sounding a bit like he didn't get sleep either. But then again he always looks like he needs a nap or two.

"No." Replied the red head. "I tried, but nothing worked so I talked to Ms. Ouka." He went on to explain. He wasn't sure if he should tell them about the weird experience he had or not. They might laugh, they might not. They might think he's crazy, but that isn't so far out an option because he thinks he's crazy too. Someone had to be down there with him, they were just playing a really good trick maybe. His freaking out only made it seem as though he were being touched on his back because being pressed to the wall there was no way that were possible.

"Who's Ms. Ouka?" Asks Naruto glancing sideways at the red spikes in his line of vision.

"The woman my Dad is working on."

"Oh." Both boys reply.

They never went into the basement when at the Tsuna home. It was just too freaky. Gaara tried countless times to get them down there but they refuse everytime. Dead bodies just aren't there thing. They'd hang out in the living room if it weren't for Mrs. Tsuna being vacant on the couch everyday. So when at Gaara's the two were isolated to only the kitchen and upstairs. Which was a shame because there is no tv in Gaara's room and sometimes when boredom sets in you wanna have something that will entertain you for free and television is that option. Since they are deprived that, the boys had taken to going to a hill just a ways from the neighborhood to lay out and stare at the clouds. The Nara's don't believe in television at their home- which is why Naruto believes Shikamaru is so smart, and Naruto's Dad is kind of... intrussive. He likes to sit with them and watch and laugh. He's a lot of fun, sure, but sometimes when you just wanna be with your friends its tough to talk about certain things with the heavy in the room. No matter how young at heart they are.

A car horn honked at their left, a green sleeve covered arm stuck out and waved.

"Hey Sasuke!" Shouts Naruto waving frantically with his free hand. When the car was out of sight, the blond sighed. "You think just once his brother would offer us a ride."

The other two boys nod.

At the Maitou home. Lee is just finishing breakfast due to a long phone conversation with his parents, both of them on seperate phones speaking to him three way. He had to talk between bites sometimes so eating his steadily uncooking itself breakfast took a while. Placing the phone back into his backpack, he zips it up then carries the bookbag into the living room leaving it on the floor beside the door. Dashing upstairs, he goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Toothbrush loaded with the white paste he shoves it into his mouth scrubbing as hard as he can but properly so not to cause damage. The Rock's and Maitou's take pride in their smiles and hale way of living. None of them drink, not casually anyway New Years Eve is the exception, they don't do drugs of any kind, Lee's medication on the 'not counted' list and they don't make it a habit of going more than a day without a bath. It seems like work but when you've been doing it your entire life its nothing more than routine.

Mouth foamed enough to drown him if he tried for a swallow- not that he would, Lee leans over the sink and spits into the drain. Turning the water on to rinse it down, he then washes his mouth out with a mouth full of Scope swishing left, right, left again, right again then he tilts his head back and gargles for 30 seconds before spitting the minty liquid into the drain. Hearing the door bell downstairs; Lee travels out of the bathroom and to the door before Gai can get up from his work out in the den.

"I've got it!" He called to his uncle. Pulling the door open, he snags his bookbag then walks out after his heel turned friend Kiba.

"Did you bring any change? I thought we could take the bus today."

"Yeah, do you need a spot?" Asks Lee while digging through the pocket of his uniform to see if he had enough change for two people.

"Naah, I've got some." Arms up behind his head he purposefully stomps on a flower growing from the sidewalk. They walk silently for a while, but Kiba's rising cheeks gave away that he was dying to know what happened the other day with that kid Lee likes. How to ask though without sounding like he's prying for teasing reasons? "Sssooooo, Lee," He was never one for tact. "how did it go with you and that freaky looking kid. You gonna date him now? I didn't know you liked the younger set." He added remembering the boy was wearing the dark green uniform.

"It's not like that! And Sasuke is a year under us too remember?"

"But you're not dating Sasuke." Replies the brunet smugly. "You're just friends."

"And I'm not dating Gaara, we're just friends."

Kiba shrugs. "You sure were interested in him though."

"I was concerned about him after the accident, that's all. If we make friends that's great but if we don't that's fine too."

Kiba cocked an uncertain brow to that statement, but grinned a fang toothed smile his friends way. "Uh-huh. What did you guys talk about? You did walk home with him, right?"

"Right."

"Right, right" he teased. "So how 'bout what's left."

Lee snickered at that one, he would have to use it sometime. "There's nothing to tell, we walked home together with his friends um... Naruto and Shikamaru, when they left we ran into your boyfriend Shino."

Suddenly embarrassed, though he kept it low profile, Kiba cleared his throat. "Oh yeah, then what?"

"Hmm. We went to Shino's to help him cage butterflies then I had to go home and Gaara walked me."

Nudging the darker haired male on the elbow with his elbow he says. "Alone at last, huh?"

Giving in to what the male wanted to hear, Lee says in a blush. "Alright, so he's cute. I think he might be 13 what's one year-.." Hearing what he just said he added. "If I were interested." Closing his wide-set eyes, he turned his head up in superiority.

Nodding firmly Kiba smiles with mischief. "Mmhmm. You're interested alright. All the signs are there. The higher voice, the avoided gaze, you stepped in dog shit."

Eyes open, he lifts each foot hopping on the other while checking. "I did?"

Laughing Kiba says. "Nope. Complete lack of focus, sign number 3. Next thing you know you'll be tripping into things."

The two stop at the bench just as the bus rolls up to a stop. Dropping their change into the box they then walk to the front of the bus and sit down ready to give their legs a break. Leaning over, Kiba presses his ear to Lee's chest. The Rock child froze up in horror; a blush creeping up on his face.

Looking around to make sure no one else was watching them, Lee taps the Inuzuka boy on the shoulder. "W- what are you doing?"

"Ssshhh, I just wanted to listen to your pacemaker." He sits up straight. "It doesn't sound like you've got a clock in there." He crosses his arms looking out the window.

"Its not like a clock," Informs Lee ready to say more until his attention is taken to the back of the bus where Gaara and his friends are just getting on.

Wondering what happened to the rest of the information, Kiba glances at Lee before turning his gaze to where the boys attention is focused. A grin breaks out on his face seeing the boys special friend and his buddies.

"Lee look who it is," says Kiba like the Rock child didn't know. He was already trying to hide himself in one of his school books. "We should get him to sit with us. Hey Gaa-..!"

Lee covered the brunet's mouth quickly to silence him. Glancing to the back of the bus, his eyes lock with Gaara's briefly as the red head nods a 'hello' to him before sitting down in the middle row next to Shikamaru. Naruto clunked his way to the front of the bus dropping the money into the tray before scurrying back to his friends and dropping down beside Gaara to sandwich them on the seat. With peeks at the boy here and there the rest of the bus trip for Gaara and Lee was very uncomfortable.

"Maaan, it feels like I visited a past life in there." Naruto waves his hand behind his path as he walks into the classroom. "Last time I try vegetables in the cafeteria."

"Naruto!" Barks his math teacher upon seeing the boy.

Arms stretched up over his head as he yawns the blond sighs out a "What?" while dropping his arms and returning to his seat.

"If you're planning bathroom trips that stretch through the duration of class time, please learn to get it all out before you come to school. Like the night before." Adjusting her glasses, she gives the boy a stern glare to show she meant business.

"Its not my fault the cafeteria food doesn't agree with me," Defends Naruto. "or that your class happens to be right after it." Turning to Chouji he lays out a hand wagging it up and down as he speaks as if trying to get the boy to understand his plite and agree with him. "It gave me so much to do in there- so much!" He moans out helplessly.

Chouji scrunched his nose as though he could smell just 'how much' the boy spoke of and it was just tart. He was starting to feel a little sick himself. Why did the rest of the alphabet have to lag enough to make Naruto with a U have to sit next to him with an A? Life can be so unfair. But at least the guy is good company and it could be worse he could be seated next to Gaara with a T. Looking over his shoulder at the red head sitting behind Naruto, Chouji shudders. To him Gaara always seemed to be doing something weird and today was no different.

Look at him, sitting there, head cocked like he's listening to something. Thinks the chubby boy. Why can't the guy be home schooled? He caught his breath as Gaara looked up, right at him, glaring when he sees that he's being watched. "Ahahaha." He laughs nervously waving a hand to the boy.

Flipping him off, Gaara stands taking his notebook from his desk. The bell sounds for them to leave the room. Chouji's seat scrapes the floor as his left leg shoves the desk with himself side ways to avoid being touched by the red head. Gaara paid him no attention, but Naruto slapped the boy on the back of the head right before following his friend into the hall.

Calling over his shoulder he says. "See ya later, Chouji."

"Bye Naruto." He gets up from his seat, books and bag gathered once he's up. "Hey!" He calls the blond back.

Jogging in place to listen but he keeps a glanced eye on the red head. "What?"

"Can you come over later?"

"I can't. Kankuro is going out for seafood and I asked to go with him and Gaara." Waving a hand, he says after the fact. "But Shikamaru might be free." That said, he took off down the crowded hall.

Gaara's raccoon masked eyes glance at his friends arrival beside him. Shaking his head he says. "I'll give you the notes when we get to my house. You're gonna fail if you keep missing work like that."

"I know, I know." He waves his hands to clear the thick air circulating around him. "But this time I really did have to go to the bathroom. You can go smell it if you want to."

Gaara shakes his head. "Naruto?"

"Hmm?"

He couldn't believe he was going to ask the question, but it was gonna bother him forever if he didn't. He's thought of every possible solution but none of it could explain away what happened last night. So he figured it was time to seek outside help. "Do you believe in ghost?"

Naruto froze dead in his tracks, absolute dread washed over his face as his shoulders scrunched up to his ears due to shivers running up his spine, bouncing off the ends of his spine just to go back the other direction. Gaara cocked his head watching the blond wondering what was wrong with him, a brief glimpse of what he must have looked like down in the basement, back against the wall and shivering.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

Voice quivered, Naruto replies. "Gh- ghost freak me out. Just the thought of 'em." He jumps a mile then yelps before realizing what happened. "Don't just touch a guy like that! You freaked me out!"

"Sorry. But you didn't answer my question and you were freaking out." Letting go of the other boy's shoulder, he starts back down the hall.

"Hmm." Shaking his paralyzation off he falls into step with the boy. "I kinda do but... truthfully I've never seen one enough to fully go along with it."

Cocking a hairless brow, Gaara inquires. "Than why were you so scared just now?"

"Its only because just the thought is too much." Mouth trembling, he grabs a hold of the boys shoulders looking about, as if he can see one right now. "Something touching you and you can't get it off. Its like walking into a spiders web. You look like a fool swatting at nothing but you don't stop because you're freaked out about something unseen touching you."

"Are you having that ghost talk again?" Asks Shikamaru joining their lead to reading class. He just came back from advanced History and, as usual, located his friends heading for the second to last class of the day.

"Only because He brought it up." Defends the shaken up blond.

"Naruto, ghost aren't real. Not even close to real." Explains Shikamaru for what must be the ninth time in his life. Naruto was six the first time he'd seen a horror movie and the boy's been freaked out ever since at just the mention of the G word. Actually it was A Christmas Carol but the sight of 3 spirits visiting someone in the night and taking their soul around just freaked the boy clean out of his mind. He never did see the end or middle of it once the first ghost had done his thing. He was over it and ended up passing out asleep under the covers in which he hid. "The only thing that makes them real is people wanting to believe in rebirth."

Gaara kept a sharp ear to the conversation taking in any information that he could get to explain his night away. What Shikamaru said made some sense. He does in a way believe in rebirth because he always tells the spirits at the funeral basically 'once you're gone stay that way' so its only natural to assume that what touched him last night was a spirit just hanging out in the room maybe hoping to take Ms. Ouka for a ride or maybe take him for a ride. Is possesion real?

"You're thinking awfully hard, Gaara." Says Shikamaru using the males name to call his absent attention. "Don't tell me you believe in ghost too?"

"No. But I had an experience last night." He says casually.

Both boys look suprised by this and continue staring at the boy for more information, but Gaara turned in to the classroom and took his seat. Going in as well they take their seats at either side of him.

Pressing for more, the skinny genius asks. "What do you mean 'had an experience'? Are you saying your house might be haunted or you were seeing things?"

"I don't know what it was. One minute I was talking to the dead woman, then something touched me- no..." He tries recalling more of the night. "I heard a squinking sound then something touched me. It touched me a lot, all over. It felt like groping or rubbing."

At first Naruto was freaking out by what his friend was saying but then his shivers disappeared into a grin spread out across his face. Shikamaru's too then both boys snicker down at their laps.

Green eyes flicking back and forth between them, Gaara asks. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Shikamaru waves it off. "What time was it when you went downstairs?"

Shrugging, he replies. "I don't know, midnight... maybe two o'clock."

Naruto seemed to laugh a little more hearing that.

"Are you sure you didn't fall asleep, unknowingly, and had a...." he clears his throat and tries not to sound derisive. "Wet dream."

The red head looked at the Nara child like he had to be kidding. "I think I'd know if I fell asleep. I was wide awake when it happened. I've been awake for days," He mutters the last part. "I think I might have a problem getting to sleep now."

Not hearing the last piece, Shikamaru nods in understanding. "That's another thing, if you've been missing sleep of course you're gonna have set backs. Its natural to go a little out of your mind when you're sleep deprived."

Poking his chest with his thumb, Naruto cheers himself. "I yawn a lot when I can't get to sleep. All that eye scrunching and the deep breaths puts me right down, especially when looking in a mirror."

Both boys can only blink in wonder of what the blond was doing with a mirror in his bed but they let it lie.

"I stare at a spot or something on the wall or ceiling, eventually I'm focused so hard on it I don't even realize I drifted off until I wake up."

Honestly, they both sounded pretty weak to Gaara. It made him wonder if either boy has even missed even a wink of sleep in their entire lives if they can be put down that easily. When he was a boy his mother would hold him, rubbing his arm, her chin atop his head and she would hum this oddly haunting tune. Unknowingly Gaara begins to hum the tune, closing his eyes.

Naruto smirked thinking that the boy looked like a noseless, red haired skeleton with his eyes closed and those big black rings nothing more than a hole in his pale face. Reaching over he shook the boy. "Don't go to sleep during class. You're not Shikamaru, you can't get away with that."

"Do you think it would matter though?" Quips the brunet. "Kakashi-sensei hasn't been on time to class since school started. I'm sure today is no different."

The three boys jump out of their skin when a semi-thick erotica book is tapped loudly upon the Nara boy's desk as said teacher went idly by.

"I think he might have managed to show up on time today." Says Kakashi, the reading teacher, on his way to his desk.

The gray haired man has actually been in the back of the room standing in the corner reading a naughty book while classes changed. He could usually get in a good chapter or two before the kids noticed that he hasn't started class. If they weren't so engulfed in their own conversations they would notice that he's never actually not been in class, he just doesn't say anything because he's wrapped up in his reading. Is it his fault no one can point him out and get his attention? He thinks not. Only reason he's starting class on time today is because he's read the book he has with him already. He grabbed the wrong one before heading to school this morning. Last time he does late night reading.

"Alright everyone, settle down." He sits, sliding his chair forward once down in it. "We're gonna go over yesterdays homework before we do the work sheets today. I wanna make sure you understood what we've been going over since there's a test Friday." Kakashi wasn't suprised to hear the whining go up around the room. This was the class that always gave him trouble. Minus a selected few. And one of them, the Nara boy, tended to sleep during his class and yet his grades were astounding he didn't dare mess up a good thing going. Though Shikamaru, the sleeping genius, could at least pay attention some of the time when questions are asked so that he isn't taking a lot of stupid answers from the other kids. He knows school is for learning but sometimes he wants a nice fluent class without a lot of 'um, um.... shoot let me think...' going around.

Hand raised Naruto asks. "Can we erase our answers if they're wrong so we can study from our homework sheet?"

With his hand he shrugs. "If it helps."

Satisfied with that Naruto begins erasing the answers from his reading homework until he realized he'd done it in pen. Blushing he pulls out a red ink pen to just write over his old answers.

Rolling his eyes the teacher says in a patient and somewhat bored tone. "Naruto, this is reading class, not language. Any answer on the test will be from the book we've been reading. I'm not gonna repeat questions."

"Then what did you let me do it for?" He mutters while returning his pen to his backpack.

"Alright, let's go over the sheets."

Class was long and drawn out but the last one went quickly, thank God. The kids couldn't wait to scramble from the building, little ants loading onto large yellow buses while others unhooked bikes, kids that brought skates with them slipped out of their school shoes and into them to speed home. Gaara, Naruto, and Shikamaru walk the distance conversating about nothing as they went.

Reaching up to scratch his nose, his cast caught his eye. Next time I'll protect you. Lee. Frowning, he wonders what the older boy had meant. Protect him from what? They don't even know each other. But something about him made Gaara feel like the room was spinning. When he talks his voice fills him with a strange comfort. "I wanna talk to him again." Gaara says out loud.

"Who?" Shikamaru crosses the street.

"Rock Lee."

"That weird guy? Why do you wanna do that?" Asks Naruto.

"Because I wanna ask him something."

"What?" Presses the blond.

"I want to ask him something, you can't help."

Taken aback, Naruto rolls his eyes. "Fine, you don't have to get snip- shit! Its Wednesday isn't it?!"

"You know it is." Replies Shikamaru.

"I forgot about track." Turning around, though he's nearly home, Naruto says a quick good bye before bolting back towards the school.

Smiling at the departing boy, Shikamaru then turns his attention to Gaara tapping him on the arm. "If you like Lee you should go for it. You've never had a boyfriend before, it'd be good for you."

"I don't need a boyfriend and I don't like Lee. I'm just curious about him."

Slapping a hand to his head at the headache brewing from talking with the sexually stunted male. He wouldn't know a come on if it came up and introduced itself and if he did have a wet dream it was no wonder he thought that it was ghostly encounters rather than mental excitement messing with his growing body. Shikamaru can still remember his first wet dream. Suprisingly it was with Gaara's sister Temari. She'd leaned over the table one day when they were all having a homework gathering and he got some peek down her shirt. But since attending a college class he's set his sights on an older boy. Pale complexion, long black hair, and the most exotic eyes he's ever seen. But a guy like that would never notice him.

"If you say so, but if you get a funny feeling in your pants just go with it. Okay?"

"I'll remember that."

Patting him on the shoulder good naturedly, he crosses the street. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah."

Continuing home alone, Gaara slows down when he spots the very male he wanted to talk to standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Lee smiles and waves when seeing him.