I know I shouldn't be doing this, but hell to that.

Prompts: All Black by Good Charlotte.

All Black

Chapter one

He was feeling a sort of a sharp relief.

His father was dead.

His fucking father was dead.

He was lying there, in the shiny ebony coffin that was tightly sealed, that was being lowered into the packed ground as everybody cried, or was silent.

At least he was buried far away from Mother. She lay in peace at the other end of the cemetery park.

His sweet, beautiful, caring mother.

He loosened his tie a bit. Kankuro shifted a slight beside him.

Temari was his stupid son-of-a-bitch father's favorite. He held nothing against her for that. She was the one that took care of him. He loathed his youngest son, and neglected both him and his older brother.

He was glad, pleased even, that his fucking father was freaking dead.

He was personally rejoicing in his head.

People started to give condolences to his sister, brother, and him.

"I'm so sorry that your father dead. It must be tough for you." A lady said to him.

"Hn." He blinked his charcoal-rimmed eyes.

Temari was hiding her face behind a black lace fan. She hated their father too, because he only favored her. She felt horrible about that, even though he and Kankuro reassured her that they didn't care. Still, she felt guilty.

Kankuro was nodding at the people talking to him. He disliked their father immensely. He was the ignored one. Temari was the favorite, Gaara was the one he threw insults at, and nothing for him. He was basically forgotten, and would have slipped away, run away, if it wasn't for their bond.

Their sibling bond. The one that formed when they were old enough to understand. Understand that their father was a bastard.

They depended on each other for comfort, shelter, and sustenance. Otherwise, Gaara and Kankuro would have run away a long time ago.

Them together, they had silently decided. Decided that they would stay together. Stay together under their father's reign.

He and Kankuro shared a glance. There was a flicker of relief in his brother's brown eyes.

Gaara wondered what Kankuro saw in his own haphazard jade eyes.

Temari kept hiding her face behind her fan. Kankuro went up and snatched his sister's hand down.

He sidled up to her vacant side, and slid his hand into hers. She squeezed both hands tightly.

Her face was dry. She never, ever cried in front of other people, except her brothers.

Then, people started to leave, saying goodbye, and they'll be seeing them at the funeral dinner party.

Gaara hesitantly dropped his head Temari's shoulder. She playfully nudged him away and let go.

He caught a glimpse of something pink. Pink?

He turned his head a slight, and caught a glance of a short bunch of pink hair, bowed down a slight so he couldn't see her eyes, with a body wrapped up in a long black dress. The mop of bowed pink hair lifted up, revealing sharply contrasting pale skin. Naturally red lips were curled into a smile.

She was petite in stature, for sure. He was probably a head taller than she was.

His eyes flicked towards her brow, but he only caught her turning and walking away. He watched her, intrigued, as she made her way to a black limo. The driver hopped out, a man with weird silver hair and an eye patch over an eye, carrying a bright orange book, opened the door for her.

She waved him away, and slid in and shut the door by herself. The black limo left.

The only spots of any real color were his own hair, fiery red and messy, that weird bright orange book, and that pink mop of hair.

He wondered mildly if they, that odd pair, would be coming to the funeral party.

If he had a choice, he'd skip it.

A heavy hand clapped him on the shoulder. His best friend, the loud-mouthed annoying blonde, spoke. "See you later, Gaara." And Naruto ambled to his parents, Minato and Kushina.

They nodded to him, and made their way to their car.

Temari grasped his hand again. "Well, we made it." She whispered faintly, uncharacteristic for his loud sister.

"Yeah." He answered in his soft, harsh voice. He knew he had an odd voice; he was entirely an odd-looking being.

"Yup." Kankuro gave a lop-sided smile. "We made it through all the bullshit."

"You didn't wear your makeup, Puppet-Man." Their blue-eyed sister noted wryly.

"Nah. You think I would be haunted if I kicked his grave?"

"Yes. Dope." Gaara smirked.

"Fine. Ruin all my fun!" The older brother pouted.

Silently, they all looked at each other. Only Temari was bold enough to ask.

"Want to visit Mother?" Her voice trembled a slight.

They both nodded. They all set off for the other end of the cemetery.

In five minutes, they were standing in front of their mother's spot. Temari immediately burst into tears and fell to her knees.

"Oh, Mother!" She tried to stop her tears. "Father is dead!"

There was a slightly relieved, joyful ring to that as it ricocheted off the trees and stones.

Kankuro knelt. "Mother, father is gone forever. You can rest more easily. We won't be hurt by him anymore." His voice shook.

Gaara knelt too. "Mother, our pain is over." He murmured, harshly quiet.

Kankuro and Gaara strained to lift up Temari. "Goodbye, Mother."

And they left in silence.

"Hey, I still want to kick his grave."

"Fuck no."

"Idiot."

..::..

He was leaning against the wall, watching everybody mingle. At least everybody wasn't dressed in black. He was comfortably wearing a red t-shirt and jeans.

He rubbed his forehead, slightly tracing his tattoo.

He scanned the room for his brother and sister. He saw Temari first.

She was talking to her boyfriend, Shino. Nearby, Kankuro was eating something that resembled something disgustingly green and brown- and was that purple?

He stared around the room again, and a shock of vividness caught his eye. He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the curious blob of pink.

He wandered over to her table, where she was seated. He sat down unasked, straight across from the peculiarly rose-haired female.

Her head was turned; he still didn't see her face completely. His jade-eyed stare fell down to her clothing.

She was wearing the probable same dress she came to the funeral in. She finally turned her head to face him. Her eyes were looking down demurely.

"Yes?" She asked mildly. Her voice had a musical ring to it. "What do you want?" She lifted a lace-gloved hand from her lap to grasp the cup in front of her.

From what he could smell, it smelled like coffee. Black coffee, to be exact. The same stuff he had every morning.

She had a small nose, high cheekbones. No bangs covered her forehead; rather a black bow adorned her hair, clipped on her right side. She had pouty, full red lips, and a graceful neck. Dark eyelashes framed eyes that still looked down.

"I saw you at the funeral." It wasn't a question from him.

"Oh? I was invited. I never miss a funeral." It wasn't an explanation from her.

She finally glanced up, and held his steely gaze with a strange radiance.

Her beautiful eyes were bright emerald green.

"You are the son of the one in the coffin, right? Naruto told me. Or rather, the second son, third child." She spun the spoon to her coffee in her elongated fingers.

"Naruto's my best friend." Those words rolled oddly in his mouth. "My first friend."

He didn't know why he just told her that.

"As he is mine. Same predicament." She blinked those huge clear emerald eyes.

He didn't stop staring into her eyes. Her eyes were a complete different story, it made him feel…awakened.

She took a sip of her coffee. "Haruno Sakura."

"Sabaku No Gaara." His eyes didn't move an inch.

"It's rude to stare, but I do it all the time, I doubt I personally care that much, Gaara." Her green orbs sparkled with laughter.

"Hn." His gaze dropped her lace-covered hands.

"Man of few words, aren't you? You have an interesting tattoo. Oh!" She turned her head quickly.

He looked up, and saw that weirdly eye patched silver-haired man. Up close, he was wearing a mask that covered half his face.

"Is it really time to go, Kakashi?" She inquired.

"Yes. Come, Sakura." He turned and left.

"It was lovely meeting you, Gaara. I hope to see you again." She gave him a smile. "Bye."

"Bye." His word was flat.

"What's my name, Gaara?" She asked suddenly.

That question took him off guard. "Haruno Sakura."

"Then say goodbye to me, not to the general public." She gestured for him to say something.

"Goodbye, Sakura." And she disappeared through the crowd, leaving him at the table with a cup of coffee and an intrigued red-haired jade-eyed boy.

..::..

I sat down at her table

At the end of the night

She was having black coffee and a cigarette

She wasn't wearing white

..::..

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