The World You Love
GaaraxHinata. Gonna flame about it? Don't read. It's simple.
I haven't quite figured out the entire plot for this story, but I know how it's going to be written out. The idea popped into my head whilst listening to Jimmy Eat World. I luff that band. Thanks to them, you shall now get this piece of crap that might actually be worth your time. :D Yey.
Warnings/ Randomness, OOCness, who knows (the scariest of all. Seriously.), stuff that really doesn't make sense and is never explained (Gaara/Temari/Kankouro randomly living in Konoha), AU ish high school, three-headed ducks, pocky, dinosaurs, mature language, perverts, cherry lip gloss, TAG body spray, it will most likely suck, and there will probably be fluff. Lots.
There is no Shukaku. I know, I know… go ahead. Cry. :( He doesn't fit in, is the only problem. Otherwise he would SO be here. I heart him.
You have been warned.
Disclaimer/ Naruto does not belong to me… and be very thankful. All lyrics (and the title; 'tis the name of the song) are copyrighted to Jimmy Eat World. I don't own them either. (Otherwise they'd be bankrupt.) I do not manufacture anything. TAG body spray is made by someone else. There is no such thing as cherry lipstick (its lip gloss) according to my wee friend, so I guess that belongs to me, but probably not. So, in short, I own nothing but a twisted brain and two stolen nylon scraps (nicked from the bag of them my mom uses to weave) I use as bracelets. No, she does not notice.
Chapter 1;
Zomg! POCKY! and The body spray of d0om!
(I am feeling particularly witty/hyper today… Blame the Pocky. I ate a whole box.)
TO ZE STORY! –spurs horse and gallops off, cape flowing in the wind-
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'I got a story, it's almost finished,
And all I need is someone to tell it to;
Maybe that's you.'
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"GAARA."
'Feh.'
"What?"
Temari stood beside the bed, clad in a long-sleeved fishnet shirt, a small, black, Jimmy Eat World Tee fitting loosely over it, hosting their name in a scribbly, white font, beside a picture of white headphones. Light blue denim jeans lengthened down under her heels, worn on the bottom and torn at the knees. Black high-top Converse concealed her feet, looking absolutely perfect. The white was as clean as it had been when she got them, which was months ago. Her shoes seemed to glow against Gaara's royal blue carpeting. All that black on Temari made her navy eyes look black, too. A cream-colored megaphone was held firmly before her mouth.
"REMOVE THE HEADPHONES AND NO ONE GETS HURT."
"Eh?"
Temari leaned in closer.
"REMOVE THE HEADPHONES."
Gaara stared at her blankly for a moment. A gear clicked in his brain and he suddenly made sense of her words, which had been significantly overruled by his music. He pulled the silver ear buds out from under his shaggy red hair, and clicked his CD player off.
"What is it you want?"
Temari removed the megaphone from her mouth, and let it hang at her side.
"Breakfast is ready."
"I'm not hungry."
Pale fingers floated back to his ears, attempting to replace the small, metallic buds. Temari snatched them by the wires, snarling menacingly. Gaara pouted at her, crossed his arms, and turned his head to glare at the corner opposite to his sister.
"I said breakfast is ready, meaning I made it for you, and because I made it for you, you will NOT take it for granted – that is, if you want to keep your precious pocky (1)!"
Gaara's eyelid twitched and his minty-green stare glazed over.
A sly smirk crawled across Temari's rose-colored lips. With one quick, stealthy movement she swiped the three boxes sitting on his dresser in one hand, Gaara's attack on her opposite arm proving useless.
"NOO!"
The blonde's gaze shifted downward to her little brother, who was clinging to her arm like a scared kitten, hyperventilating, staring at the red boxes in her hand. She did nothing to hide the giant grin on her face.
"ALRIGHT! OKAY! PUT THEM BACK! I'LL EAT YOUR SHITTY FOOD!"
Temari's eyelid twitched at the remark, though she brushed it off, totally denying the fact that her cooking might actually suck.
"Okay. Your eggs and bacon are already on the table for you," she said calmly, her arm moving very slowly back toward the glass surface of the dresser. Slowly, slowly, so… slow… Gaara was sweating, his eyes following every movement perfectly. The closer she got to setting it down, the tighter his grip got.
"Ouch, Gaara, you're stabbing my skin…"
"SHUT UP!" he screamed, eyes still locked onto the pocky, a prominent hungry, frantic look in his gaze. Temari stared at him like he was crazy, but he had officially given her the creeps, so she did as he said. Finally. Contact. Gaara slipped off of his sister so fast she couldn't even react, and bolted to his precious valuables, snatching them and running off down the hallway.
Temari turned red in anger.
"… GAARA YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"
"MWUAHHAAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA!" he yelled behind him, head craned around backwards toward his room, flying like lightning. Crash. Splat. Smash. Kankouro peered down at a crumpled Gaara, who was still clutching his pocky tightly to his chest. The look on his face consisted of everything having to do with being shocked and slightly disturbed. It's not everyday your stone-cold, placid, homicidal little brother comes running down the hallway like a maniac and smacks into your chest.
Temari sprinted toward his body, reaching down, and latching onto the red boxes, tried to pry them from his fingers.
"NOOO! NOO!" Gaara screeched, holding on with all of his might. Both siblings stared at him. "Gaara… calm down…" Temari said, clearly weirded out. "…" Kankouro had no response. He turned on his heel and hurried down the stairs to his breakfast, not really wanting to be part of this.
Temari yanked, Gaara tugged, but only one was hyperventilating, sweating, kicking, screaming… etcetera. Finally, the blonde released her slender, tapering fingers, and stood up straight, hands on her hips.
"Fine. I don't have time for this. Kankouro could probably eat your breakfast for you."
Gaara ignored her, turned over on his stomach, and cooed reassurance to his pocky. Temari stared and blinked for quite some time, then retreated downstairs to their small kitchen to eat breakfast.
Regaining composure, Gaara stood up, coughed, brushed himself off, and returned to his room. He placed two of the boxes on his dresser and went to sit down on his bed, examining the one in his hands. Slowly, he pried apart the seeming that kept the top closed, and pushed it up, removing one of the two packs inside. He ripped the teeth off, and grabbed a stick, holding it before his face. A smirk teased the corners of his mouth, which soon transformed into a wild grin.
"GAARA, YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS MOVING!"
The loud, obnoxious scream of his sister caused him to cringe and grimace, shoving the box of pocky under the sheets and the one stick he had into his mouth nervously. Once he realized no one was coming for him or his precious valuables, he cautiously removed the red box and put it on the dresser, chewing slowly.
Gaara regained sanity, or at least a front of sanity, and navigated his way into the bathroom. He stared at his messy complexion in the mirror. Blink. Cough. Hack. Gag. Gag again. Loud, obnoxious gagging. The door swung open.
"Gaara! Are you okay!" Kankouro asked, panic reflecting in his eyes. The redhead sent him a death glare through the mirror. His older brother backed up steadily and clicked the door shut, walking back down the steps slowly. Gaara heard him break into a run once he hit the first floor. No emotion touched his face. As long as the pocky was out of his field of vision, he was relatively sane… sort of. His hand snaked around the hot water knob and the other went for the soap.
And Gaara… washed his face.
Temari's ear twitched, and her eyes glazed over. "K- Kankouro?" she asked meekly, turning her head around to look for him. She spotted him, no where near the sink. His expression was the same. He didn't answer her, simply stared through the window into space, like someone had just smacked him with a wet rabbit wearing a pancake for a cape and a pineapple crown.
"If… if the water is running… You're… You're not… That means…"
Kankouro nodded slowly, and their eyes met, exchanging identical glances of sheer horror.
"GAARA!" they yelled in unison. They both sprinted up the stairs, swung the door open, and stared at him, hyperventilating, eyes wide. Hygiene and their little brother did not mix. Gaara turned his head toward them, face sopping wet, staring back at them, eyelid twitching.
"…What?"
They gave him a weird look.
"He seems normal…" Kankouro said to Temari.
"Yeah…" she agreed.
"… Get out." Both nodded, still utterly shocked, backed out of the room, clicking the door closed, and walking down the stairs slowly, breaking into a run as soon as they hit the first floor.
Gaara finished rinsing off his face, then dried it, and stared back into the mirror. One hand went for his toothbrush, which he hugged between his palm and ring finger. He picked up the tube of toothpaste and unscrewed the cap with his thumb and pointer finger.
Temari's ear twitched, and her eyes glazed over. Her head creaked to the side, and Kankouro exchanged another horror-filled glance with her. His expression was exactly the same.
"GAARA!" they yelled again. They sprinted back up the stairs, swung the door open, and stared at him once more, breathing hard, eyes giant. Gaara turned his head toward them, foam on his lips, staring back angrily, eyelid twitching violently.
"…What!"
They gave him that same weird look.
"He still seems normal…" Kankouro said to Temari.
Temari was about to respond, but Gaara interrupted her, spinning around to face them.
"GET THE HELL OUT!" he yelled in frustration.
Temari and Kankouro blinked, Gaara fumed. He raised his tooth brush menacingly. Both siblings' eyes expanded to the size of dinner plates, and they rushed back down the stairs.
Gaara finished brushing his teeth, and stood in front of the sink for a while. He looked both ways nervously, and with great stealth in his snake-like movement, he snatched up the hairbrush, and ran out the door, slamming it behind him. He escaped into his bedroom and hid under the covers to muffle the sound of the hairbrush as best he could. He ran it through his hair quietly. Even though it defiantly stuck up in every which way, it still looked neater.
DOWNSTAIRS:
Temari looked up from her newspaper. "You hear something?"
"Eh, it was probably nothing," Kankouro responded.
Temari shrugged and continued reading, her feet up on the kitchen table.
UPSTAIRS:
Gaara snuck back out into the hallway, tip-toeing into the bathroom. He silently placed the hairbrush back into its place, and ran back to his room. He pulled the dresser drawers open violently, scanning his clothing, whilst stripping off his forest green, silk pajamas, with lime green dinosaurs printed on them.
Aha! Gaara pulled out a simple white Tee, and an orange hoodie with black, abstract markings scattered about the front of it. He opened the bottom drawer and stared silently at his selection of pants. (Gaara does not wear underwear. He does not believe it is necessary, thus refuses to waste the cotton, and also finds it much more comfortable without them.) His hand shot downward, and he grabbed a pair of black denim jeans, faded down the front to silver. He swiftly dressed himself, then fished through the top drawer for a pair of peds. He slipped on the socks, and stepped into his crimson red Converse. (A/N: Yey for Converse. :D)
Minty stare shifted toward the glass top of his dresser. Oh, no, surprisingly enough, he was not transfixed with his pocky but…
There it stood. So innocently, so quietly… A small, black bottle labeled "TAG" in red. Gaara's trembling arm extended slowly for it. His fingers closed around the bottle, and in one quick movement, it was by his side. Spray. Spray. Spray.
(A/N: DUH NUH NUH NUH!)
DOWNSTAIRS:
Temari looked around stealthily, trying to hide the vivid blush on her face. 'Kisama (2), spray…' she cursed the body spray in her mind, and buried her face in the newspaper. 'HE'S YOUR KID BROTHER! GET OVER YOURSELF! Come on, that's GROSS!' Temari flinched, got up, and threw herself into the bathroom. Her father, before he died, had always warned her to keep her 'nostrils closed.' She had to protect herself – and Gaara! (A/N: … The stupidity is making me cringe. I cannot believe I'm writing this.) Kankouro stared, shook his head, and sighed.
"Temari, Temari, Temari…" Of course, he was a guy; he was totally oblivious to it. He would never understand Temari's difficult situation.
SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY:
Sasuke fidgeted nervously. Naruto relaxed from his fighting pose.
"Err… Sasuke?"
Sasuke's pale face went beet red. Naruto stared. His raven-haired teammate then ran off into the woods in an attempt to find where this smell was coming from.
BACK TO GAARA 'CAUSE THIS STORY IS ABOUT HIM. YEAH.
Gaara, now ready for school, walked casually down the hallway to the stairs, hands folded neatly in the pocket located at the bottom of his hoodie. As he passed the upstairs bathroom, Temari attached herself to the door, black nails scraping into the wood, eyes wide. Gaara sauntered down the stairs.
"Where's Temari?"
"Err…" Killing intent seeped from the bathroom door. "She's… using the bathroom. Let's get going so we're not late. She'll catch up with us at school."
Gaara shrugged, and walked to the door, seeming extremely sane. Inside, he was breaking. 'My dearest pocky, I will be back for you! I swear to it!' Kankouro followed behind him, dressed in a dark blue T-shirt and light blue denim jeans, a black, fingerless glove concealing his left hand. The boy tended to dress simply. He wore suede, black and white Etnies. Gaara hated those Etnies. He refused to even look at them. The thought of Etnies just gave him the shivers. … Etnies. Shiver.
Once Temari acknowledged that the body spray had left the house, she yanked her finger-nails out of the doorframe and left for school.
As soon as Kankouro and Gaara turned the bend and were walking across from the park where there were… people… Kankouro made it his business to escape. "Hey, uhm, I'm gonna go catch up with some friends. Jaa (3), Gaara!" And just in time…
"ZOMG!"
Gaara was pelted with girls before he could even look in the direction of the scream. The most he could do was stand there stock still, eyes the size of dinner plates, while girls pounced on him and tried to pull him down. However, they all bounced off of him and into Neji, seeing how he had turned into a stiff, rubbery board. They quickly grew frustrated because of this, and banned together into a giant wave to glomp him. Gaara could merely stand there, totally astonished.
Before he knew it, the redhead was flat on his back, grounded into the sidewalk by a pile of girls. He squirmed, trying to escape. Suddenly, his hand slipped, and he tumbled onto someone. He face was planted between the shoulder and neck of… He forced his head to fling backwards to see just who --
"SASUKE!"
The Uchiha grinned innocently at him.
"THE HELL!"
"You smelled nice."
Gaara gave a rather disturbed stare to the raven-haired boy with the maniac smile, and then screamed like a little girl. Motivated by sheer horror, he pushed his way through the pile. Call it a desperate want to survive, but the redhead somehow wriggled his way to freedom. He gasped in the fresh air, and sprinted down the street to school before anyone noticed him.
Of course, there had to be one more bend, and one crazy woman who'd set her backpack down at the park and left it there, so… Smash. Splat. Gaara ended up with his arms full of girl. Her head deposited itself into the crook of his neck, his chin raised to rest on her inky, silken hair. Both were completely still, eyes wide, mouths slightly agape. Out of instinct, Gaara had grabbed her by the sides, initially looking to push her off of him, but he found himself frozen in astonishment.
'He… he smells… so…' The mystery girl shook her head and pulled it away from him, not daring to open her eyes. Her face was tilted downward, blue black fringe shadowing her features.
"G-Gomen (4)!" she said nervously, and sprinted past him to the park, to retrieve her forgotten backpack. Gaara stood there, still totally shocked, eyelid twitching violently. Why the hell was he suddenly being attacked by girls in the street, and getting glomped by bands of them at the park? Gaara was totally clueless. With some time, he seemed to defrost, and continued on his way to school, now walking more calmly to avoid such an incident.
Gaara was greatly disturbed by these events, and decided he officially despised women. They were weird. He couldn't understand them, and he wasn't going to try to. He had no idea who any of them were, and he doubted they knew him… so why the hell would they attack him? The thought completely baffled him. He sighed inwardly to himself, hoping he wouldn't know any one of them… ever. However, he couldn't help himself from wondering. The face of the girl who'd bumped into him had never even been clear.
But after finding Uchiha Sasuke in a pile of rabid women, he really didn't want to see it anyway.
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Konoha Middle School.
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Gaara shoved himself through the doors, letting out a sigh of relief. The hallways were still pretty empty, and the violent thought of being glomped and suffocated slowly eased from his mind. He sauntered farther into the building, suddenly cut off by Kiba and his girlfriend. He was dragging her off by the hand, being as fast he was, she was struggling to catch up. It didn't seem like she cared, though. Ah, but everything crumbled to pieces as they bolted past. The girl had zoomed by so close to Gaara his hair was lifted from the sudden rush of wind. He watched her eyes expand, her lips part in surprise. In return, his widened to the size of dinner plates, and his mouth became a grim line.
The teenage girl was now being literally dragged by her boyfriend. His legs begged to run, but his muscles were frozen in fear. A twitchy-natured wiggle returned to his fingers, but it was far too late.
Gaara could merely stare in fright as the girl raced back to him, Kiba barely being able to keep up with her – and Kiba was damn fast. Just a second ago, it was the girl trying to stay in pace with her boyfriend. Gaara's face melted into tears, and he sobbed his eyes out, being tackled to the ground by the girl. He heard Kiba growling and cracking his knuckles. The redhead only cried harder.
A clawed hand appeared directly in front of his line of vision, 'causing him to end his crying abruptly with a gasp, and his eyes to grow wide once more. Kiba grasped his girlfriend by the shoulder and pulled her away, glaring down at Gaara.
His face was stained with little emo tears.
"You…" The growl was so menacing, so threatening, so cold and angry. Gaara's bottom lip trembled, and his arms instinctively crawled toward his face in defense. His eyes were shut tight, awaiting his beating as bravely as any wimp would.
-- Saved by the door, which swung open with great passion. Kiba's eyelid twitched, the fur on his hood swaying in the wind created by… a swarm… of… crazy… girls. He didn't get it, even being the super-smeller he was.
Gaara huddled into a ball, suddenly immensely happy he had fan girls. Or something like that… He smiled a very small smile, blocking out everything except for the fact that he was safe from the dog boy's rage.
Fan girls; the absolute defense.
"Gaara-kun, you smell amazing!" they rang out, but poor little Gaara was blocking everything out except for the comforting feeling of safety. Remember? Good. 'Cause it was like two lines ago. Kiba raised a brow, crossed his arms, and sniffed the air. He finally noticed. Gaara was laden a different aroma. The fanged boy pushed the new discovery away, and focused on waiting for his prey to be introduced to the fresh air. No one would budge.
Kiba gave up and left. The bell rang. Everyone squeezed Gaara tighter. Gaara wheezed. They all let go of him and announced their absolute adoration for him. He ignored them and went off to class.
Ah, the simplicity of it all.
The redhead made it his business to get to Math class before everyone else, as to not be pelted with girls again. He quietly pushed the door open and peered inside. No one was there. A smirk played across his pink lips, and he placed himself inside. As he clicked the door closed again, he noticed Kurenai-sensei sitting on her desk, staring at him with those crimson red eyes…
The emotions that made up her gaze made Gaara extremely uncomfortable. His eyelid twitched, and beads of sweat began to form above his brow.
"Ehh… heh heh…" he choked out nervously, shimmying down the wall to the back. With every step he took, she scooted closer to him till she was dangling off the edge. Gaara swallowed the saliva in his throat and slipped his chair out, placing himself neatly on the wooden base, still gaining glances from the sensei, which disturbed the hell out of him… (A/N: I'm scaring myself.)
Gaara resisted the urge to shove his head under the desk and hide as the door flew open. A sea of girls pushed through, fighting over who got to sit near him. The redhead looked on in terror. People were going down. How… violent. His eyelid began twitching hysterically. Minty stare floated to a pair of obsidian eyes and inky hair. The pale boy winked and waved. Gaara's eyelid twitched faster and harder, his hands deciding to join in, and he sat there, a twitching mass of raw disturbance. Finally, three girls were left, and they battled for the side positions. Gaara shielded his eyes with one twitching hand. He couldn't watch. It was so terrible. After a while, he peeked through his middle and ring finger, seeing the bruised girls take their seats, and once out of the way… Kurenai-sensei still staring him like that. His calmed eyelid began twitching again. He removed his hand, and averted his gaze from the teacher.
The lesson ended after what seemed like forever. Class was hell. Gaara was officially traumatized as he exited the small room, sticking his side to the wall as he walked away, hiding in the shadows.
ZOMG FLASHBACK LOLOLOLOL!11!
Kurenai sauntered slowly to the back of the room, still giving Gaara that intense gaze. He twitched violently in fear. As she reached his desk, she seated herself on its surface, knocking off pencils and books that were in her way. Gaara stared down at them, then looked timidly back at his sensei. "Gaara-kun, what is… 2+2?" Gaara's eyes widened, the closeness officially giving him the chills. People stared, and killing intent replaced any other emotion in the girls' bodies. The redhead was sweating profusely. "Err.. uh… well.. um.. F-five." "Very good," she answered, smiling that creepy, toothy smile. Gaara swallowed, staring at her like a frightened puppy. Shino stared, then raised his hand slowly. "But, err… he's wrong…" In a flash of a movement, Kurenai sent Shino a glare and a kunai, with hit the center of his desk, splintering the wood. That got him quiet pretty quick. Everyone's eyes went really wide, and Kurenai returned her attention to the student sitting at the desk she was… sitting on.
ZOMG END FLASHBACK LOLOLOLOL!11!
(A/N: AH! The sickness of my own mind disgusts me!)
Gaara hadn't blinked in 8 whole minutes. He felt like he really needed to be glomped by a bunch of girls right now.
…Let's just say poor Gaara got what he wanted. Be careful what you wish for…
The end of the school day took far too long to come. Gaara was so relieved to be able to escape from that girl-infested building. He stepped out onto the green lawn, and looked up at the pale, blue sky. Puffy white clouds floated by serenely. The fresh air… Ah. It felt nice to breathe. The redhead hadn't gotten to do much of that today. He smiled a rare, genuine grin to the sky, shoving his hands into his pocket.
His world of peace was crumbled when he was knocked to the ground by…
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ZOMG. CLIFFY-HANGERY. :D Yes, indeed.
Never, ever use TAG body spray…
(1) Pocky; a Japanese candy sort of thing. It's a biscuit stick dipped in chocolate. Go google a picture or something.
(2) Kisama; 'Damn you' in Japanese.
(3) Jaa; 'See you later'; shortening of Ja ne.
(4) Gomen; 'Sorry'.
And I think we all know sensei means teacher?
The next one will be more serious. Sorry about that whole thing… ..; It was kind of stupid. Nice first impression, eh?
:) Five reviews? Pwease? It's not quite that much.