A/N: This is an Au fic, in Naruto's and Gaara's POV. Please read warnings!
Warnings: This story will deal withabuse, and rape. Not for the weak! Mention of cults. Yaoi! Meaning two boys will fall in love. If you are not comfortable or don't think you can stomach this, I understand. Just don't read the story then, thank you. Remember this is going to be a pretty dark fic.
Chapter 1: New people, old scares
Gaara's POVI was in a room, many others were there. The figure I recognized as my father was wearing long robs. The robs were black red and gold, the other people were wearing similar robs but only in one color. Red.
"Un-pure, demon." They all chant around me. The only light in the room came from some scattered candles. I watched them with frightened eyes, I was only four years old. They came ever closer, my father was standing out side the tight circle that had formed around me. He directed the action of the others. On his command they all grabbed a hold of my arms and legs.
They brought me to a table, where they tied me down. I started to scream for my dad. He only ignored my pleas, standing at the side lines letting the others handle me. I panicked and tears started to pour down my face when fire encircled me. It was all around my table.
My father spoke words that were repeated by his followers. "Hidden behind the face of an innocent, we see you demon. Though you do not leave this child, we know how to keep you at bay. You well kill no more demon!" With the last words the table caught on fire. I scream, crying in fear.
They all stare at me not caring that the fire was dangerously close to my hands and feet. The ropes around my ankles start to burn. I could feel the heat of the flames lick at my skin under my pants, and the rope. Finally my father acted. He took out a blanket; they all follow his example. They chant words I'm to panicked and frightened to pay attention to what they are saying. The fire was coming closer and closer to burning me, then all the people in robs start to beat out the fire. I let all my tears fall down my face, in relief that I'm no longer in danger. My dad picks me up and I cry in his arms.
"It's all right Gaara, it's over for now." He whispers to me.
I jolt up in my bed, in a cold sweat. I look around the dark room. Only a moment later my alarm clock goes off. I relax as I notice it was just a bad dream, or more like a bad memory. For most of my younger years I had truly believed what my father had convinced others to believe. That I was a demon, that had killed his own mother. For years I've been through many rituals to keep my 'inner demon' at bay.
All I see now, is my father letting out his angry and depression on me. He just so happened to recruit others into his believes or more correctly his excuses. After all abusing and beating your child was wrong. He justified it by marking me demon.
My siblings, didn't know how to help me. They on the most part ignored the nights that my father and me disappeared to go meet with the others. After all it's better to just ignore things sometimes isn't it? Honestly I didn't give a shit anymore. I was use to the rituals I've been put through. I was usually always put in danger by fire. I didn't even flinch anymore at the sight of the flames. After I killed my uncle at the age of seven, the rituals started to get more brutal.
To them the murder of my uncle was a sign that the flames alone aren't helping. So every Thursday night I'm subjected to being cut in various places on my body. Then on Sunday night, it's the usual flames. The cut on my forehead is the first one every given to me. There was ink on the sharp knife, so the word 'love' is forever cut into my forehead.
I lift the blanket of off me, and walk to my closet. I take out the cloth I want to wear for the day. It's a baggy short sleeve shirt, colored a deep dark red, trimmed black on the sleeves, neck line, and hem. My pants aren't those baggy ones that so many guys wear, but aren't to tight either. They fit snugly, and hang loosely onto my hips. The ends off the jeans cover up my checkered shoes. I through on two belts, one a chain belt the other a normal belt with spikes protruding from it.
I suppose I look very gothic to most people. Though it's rare for me to wear all black. I usually wear red, cream, or gray. I pick up my books and put them in my bag before swinging it over my shoulder.
I walk down stairs to meet up with my brother and sister, who will be driving me to school. Seeing has they go to the same high school as me and all. Temari dresses more punk, she's wearing a green red and black skirt. The same kind of belt as me, and a black shirt that read. "My face is up here."
Kankuro is more skaters I guess you'd call it. His pants have holes, and his shirts are over sized. They all finish their breakfast and we head to the car. Once at school we separate into our own groups. They meet their friends while I go off to my locker and then to my first period. We always come early manly because the two want to socialize. I just sit and wait for the rest of the students to file in.
I always have a book with me. Right now I'm reading the novel called, "A child called it". I horrible story I can relate to somewhat. Most people don't mess with me, even the goth and punk kids are to scared to come close to me. I don't really care, I rather be left alone anyway. I sigh turning the page. Then a loud crash is heard, I look up. The skeleton modal the teacher of this room as by the door is on the floor. A blonde boy curses to himself while trying to pick the thing up. I ignore it and go back to reading my book.
The guy sits in the set next to me and lets out a long breathe. I don't look up from my book, just lift my hand to turn the page again. My rings make a soft cling noise, as my fingers come together to turn the page. This seemed to get the boys attention.
"You have a lot of rings." He states, I say nothing. I have a ring for each finger except my right ring finger and my left thumb. "My names Naruto Uzamaki. What's yours?" The boy asks next to me. He must be a new student or something. I haven't seen him in this room before, and nobody would talk to me if there weren't new. I glance over at the boy, taking a good look for the first time.
Spiky blonde hair, around his head there's a bandanna, it is orange in color and has small white lines that formed a pattern. He was wearing a plain black shirt, and an orange high collor zip up jacket. The jacket was unzipped, a swirl design on the right breast pocket. His pant are just the average type, blue jeans. His sneakers are orange as well. I look back at my book, not really wanting to talk to the new kid.
"Gaara is it?" He asks, I stare at him. How'd he know? "Your book mark." He points out as if reading my mind. My book mark did have my name on it, and it was sitting on the table. The bell rings and the rest of the students walk in. I close my book and put it in my bag. My rings making small noise while I'm doing this action. I don't know why I'm noticing the sounds my rings make today. I could feel the new student staring at my fingers.
Through out first and fourth period, I seem to think back at the blonde student this morning. Honestly it was bothering me a little that he was so fascinated with my rings. I walk to my fifth period, and notice the boy there. It was German class. I took it because I didn't want to learn French, and Spanish you could learn on the streets. But, you have to take two years of foreign language just to have a collage look at you know a days. And I'm going to collage, at least I want to.
Once again, he's sitting around me. Of course all the empty seats are around my seat so I can't blame him. During the teachers lecture the boy started to talk.
"Give me your hand." He states clearly. I start at him. Why would he want to see my hand? I do nothing. I don't know why he seems so intent on talking to me, I have showed no sign of interest in becoming his friend.
"I can ask in German if you want." He says cockily grabbing my hand. Who dose he think he is? I glare at him and was about to jerk my hand from his. Then I feel him slip of the ring on my middle finger. What the hell is this guys problem? The teacher turns to us, and asks me a question. I turn my eyes to her, she repeats the question, and I mumble the answer.
I turn back to the blonde, who's only grinning at me, I see no sign of the ring. What the hell did he do to it? The bell for launch rings, the new kid picks up his thing and just leaves. I grab my bag and hurry after him. I grab his shoulder once a catch up to the freak. I turn him to face me and put out my hand. Wanting him to give me back my ring.
"Sure I'd love to sit with you at launch." He announces rather loudly and puts on a big smile. He takes my wrisk and pulls me in the wrong direction. After about two minutes he notices. "I guess this isn't the way to the lunch room…." He says dumbly, I pull my wrisk out of his hand and walk. He follows and we make it in the lunch room.
"Man there sure is a damn ass long line." The boy sighs out. I glare at him, putting all my annoyance into my stare. His fake ass smile only gets wider, his eyes turning into slits. Dose he think I'm funny? I get angry and slam him up against the wall.
"Give me my ring." I hiss out, I'll teach him to take me lightly. The boy laughs, actually laughs. Then a cocky smile graces his lips.
"I got you to talk." He says in triumph. I show no sign of my emotions. Why would he want me to talk in the first place? He pushes me away from him with ease.
"I'll give it back….." He doesn't finish his sentence, a loud growl from his stomach interrupting it. "You got some food, or money? My 'dad' forgot to give me some." He explains.
"No." I say, the word almost a whisper.
"You serious?" He whines out, rubbing his stomach. He plops down at an empty circular table. I just stand my distance away from him. I'm only hanging around him because he as my ring. "You can sit ya know." He tells me. I timidly take a sit across from him.
"You don't look like the religious type." He tells me. I stare at him, what dose that have to do with anything? He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out my ring. His hand comes to me, making the move of handing me the ring. I put my hand out, and he rest his on mine.
"You ain't ganna run after I give this to ya?" He asks.
"Whatever." I mumble.
"Good enough." He says cheerfully, opening his hand and dropping the ring into my palm. "So you catholic?" He asks.
"No." I whisper.
"Then what's up with the ring?" He asks me. I put the ring back on my finger, looking at it. It was the only one that was gold. All my other rings were cheap silver, but this one is ten carrot gold. It was a large ring at that. It was a cross, with a circular middle, which held a very small cameo. The cameo is black, and has a white dove carved on it.
"It us to be my uncles." I say. It was true, and before it was my uncles it belonged to my mother. I have very small fingers, so a can were the female sized jewelry. My uncle was religious, which is why it was easy for my dad to convince him to take part in the rituals to controlling my 'demon'. That, and his own hate of me, for taking his sisters life. But that was his down fall. I shut my eyes, at the memory of his death. The death I caused.
"He dead now?" The boy asks, me. I do and say nothing to him. The boys eyes sadden for a minute and then he changes the subject. He starts to talk and talk. He didn't even care that most of the time I did nothing to acknowledge his presence, he just kept talking. I was glade once I heard the bell dismissing launch. I get up the blonde following me.
"Can you show me to room 2D01?" He asks, I stop in the middle of the hall way. The idiot bumps into me. I sigh, I guess we have the next period together as well.
Naruto's POV
Jiraiya is late, as expected. I sit under the school statue waiting for him to come pick me up. Well first day of school wasn't so bad. A familiar car squeaks up and comes to a stop in front of me.
"Sorry I'm late I was—"
"I don't want to know." I tell my adoptive father. How the nuns let him adopt me I'll never know, they most likely just wanted to get rid of me. I get into the car.
"Sooooo, how was you first day at school?" He asks me, pull away from the building.
"It was OK." I say truthfully. My mind wanders back to that quit little red head. I smile, it was very fun being around him. Though he didn't say much. Then I remember another boy I had bothered today. Black hair, he was more talkative then the red head, but didn't say very nice things. I don't know why I pick the quit ones to annoy, everyone else blew me off. Especially the girls. God so far the girls I met are bitchy!
"So you want me to drop you off at home? Or you wanna look around town with me?"
"Home." Looking around town, my ass. More like checking out all the places with hot girls, or locating all the strip bar for future need. We pull up into the drive way, and I get out. I wave goodbye to Jiraiya, and take out the keys to my house.
A car pulls up to the house next to me; music playing pretty loud. I look over in the direction. Two teens get out of the car. One a girl, blonde hair, the other a boy wearing a weird looking hat. Then the back door to the car opens, and out steps….
"Hey neighbor!" I yell at the red head, waving frantically. The boy looks at me, and for a short period of time I thought I saw horror on his face. He just lowers his head, and walks into his house looking all emo.
A/N: What do you think so far? I didn't want to make Iruka Naruto's guardian, almost ever other fic is like that. I wanted to be different.