Hello hello hello my fellow readers! It's been a while heheh! My bad. Since I've been busy and all, I had forgotten about this story,(that and I also had a brain absence due to lack of inspiration/kick-ass music, so I didn't know what to write.) But I did read all of your supports and reviews I had received from you all, and I thank you very much.

So I've come to realize that I am a hardcore (as they called the term fujoshi) yaoi girl. You'll know when you're one if you see two men characters arguing either in an anime or reality show/series (that isn't shounen ai/yaoi) and then they'll slam each other on the wall out of anger and curse each other out. It's to the point where I'm screaming at my tv/computer screen, "Just KISS him already! You know you want to rip his shirt off! Tell him you LOVE him!"

*Sigh* Well anyway here is the next chapter.

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Stretching my body awake, then quickly regretting the action when my right leg started to cramp, initiating a headache powerful enough to where my vision blurred.

A hangover.

Throat tightly limiting a supply of oxygen and my tongue shriveled up from the lack of saliva. My eyes showed no knowledge of how to keep my room stable and my brain showed no interest in trying to fix it. Yep, this is what I definitely wanted.

Trying to fight the urge of keeling over and vomiting on my sheets, I dwelled on the state of my room. The drawers barely able to close, and hanging on for dear life by the temporary nails that I had clumsily bashed in with anger, from inflicting self-pain caused by a good swing. After reminding myself for the thousandth time, to go and buy a new dresser, I went to look at the door mirror and at my disheveled appearance. My hair flattened on the right side, my shirt rumpled up from sleeping on it over-night and my eyes bloodshot red. Realizing that I still had on the clothes I worn from yesterday, lessening some of the discomfort of sleeping on it overnight, I quickly unbuttoned my dress shirt and sighed in relish on the cool air draft that came with it.

Lying back down on the bed to try and wait for the pain to subside for a few seconds, I sloppily rubbed off the crusty texture residue, from the corners of my mouth with both sides of my hands.

After my hangover subdued some of its attack on my head where it was bearable, I cautiously got into a sitting position, rubbing my temples futilely to try and soothe my headache.

Looking at my clock to see it was past noon, I hoarsely called out to see if he was here, "Sai?!" I winced at the raging nausea and pain that ambushed after.

After a couple seconds I heard a muffled response, "Sai can you bring me a cup of water?"

"No!- "The rest of the things he said were inaudible sounds.

Slowly with a few muffled insults at Sai, like a toddler learning how to walk, I warily began my journey to the kitchen.

Ceilings appeared as if it were to cave in, rooms spinning out of control, closing all around me. Temporarily giving me claustrophobia…

Opening the wooden cabinets to grab a glass cup and filling it with tap water from the faucet, not caring about the slight bitter metallic taste it had. Slowly drinking the water and careful to not put my stomach in an outrage fit. After finishing the last droplets, going back to the faucet to refill my cup, I heard soft padded footstep behind me, turning around to the noise to see Sai.

"Thanks a lot for not helping me in my time of need." I said sarcastically. Sending a glare in his direction.

"Oh you're so very welcome Naruto," He grinned at me. His voice dripping with sarcasm as he led himself towards the refrigerator with an Orange Juice jug appearing in his hands when he opened it.

"Besides weren't you the one saying last night that you wanted to have a hangover?" he turned to me, drinking a sip of the Orange juice straight out of the jug. Watching him, I took a mental note to not drink from that ever after seeing his lips make contact with the jug. Letting my imagination take over, with all kinds of illicit things he had done with it. My body shook in response.

"Yeah, well I never asked for you to not help me out." I said, taking aback. Trying my best to recollect my fragmented memory last night, but due to my raging hangover, it prevented my mind in thinking straight.

"You also never said I needed to help you either," He said back. Smug by his word play that had shut me up instantly, he continued, "Besides I had helped you last night in more ways than you can imagine."

In an instant, his face changed into a look of grimace with a glint of malice in his eyes. His lips firmly pressed together in aggravation and his eyebrows tightly furrowed. The jug still in his hand but forgotten, screeched irritably by the pressure it was taking.

"What's that suppose to mean." I asked him questionably. Hoping. Wistfully thinking, that it wasn't what I thought it was.

"Don't worry about it." He mumbled and with that, his personality changed to a sullen pout. Turning his back away from me, with his disfigured juice jug, he went back into his room.

As the door lock into place, all of my now numerous unanswered questions were blocked by his restricting attitude, isolating me with my frantic thoughts in the process…Moments later…. My head swarming with questions and my mind clouded from the hangover symptoms, I keeled over. I threw up all over inside the kitchen.

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After days of questioning Sai, and with no avail, it only ended with him telling me to piss off and either him storming out of our house or into his room. With no progress in my questioning but having a clear head from the now dispersed hangover, it was finally Monday and I began to get myself ready to leave for work. Saying goodbye to the nonresponsive Sai, I grabbed my bright orange book bag which was my makeshift briefcase and left to go to the school….

Entering the school building, nervous yet excited about what would happen during class. Wariness latched itself onto me. All I could think about was the agreement that I had put myself into… The bet.

If Sasuke would live up to our deal, or end it instantly. If the students would actually show up and if I would win this "little game" that I had established.

Before going to my classroom, I took a detour towards the main office to drop off some documents. As I fast walk to the main office, I heard voices rose beyond normal standards. Trying to not get in between any crossfire, slowing my pace, I peek into the room, not caring about my unprofessionalism. Looking around and seeing just the generic looking lady that you see in all offices, I presumed that it was probably a parent arguing with a counselor or the principle in another room.

Walking into the main office normally, I gave a small smile to the forgettable face of the clerk. Passing by her desk and walking into the drop off box, I quickly stacked, stapled, and dropped the papers into the box for it to be revised later on to my higher ups. As I returned back to the main office to where the clerk was, a voice caught me from escaping, "Oh, hey Naruto! You're just the person I was looking for. I want you to meet someone" the voice of Ms. Tsunade called out.

Peaking my interest of wanting to know who this person was, I turned towards them. There Ms. Tsunade was, with this… stranger. In an instant, my body locks up in place, and goose bumps layered itself on top of my skin.

Gesturing towards the man, "Naruto, this is—"

"Gaara Sabaku," I interjecting in. As she looked at both of us from side to side as if asking for an explanation, "We were colleagues together during college." I said flatly.

Soon as I said that, clearing up the layers of questions, "Well that's good. Gaara is one of your students' guardian as well as a substitute teacher here at this school. So you will be seeing him next door teaching Earth and Environmental Science."

With a nod of understanding, without saying a word, I quickly left the office, feeling a gaze follow my movements.

Going back to my classroom after hearing the first bell ring for school starting, deeply in thought, I saw Sasuke leaning on the front door of the class.

"If the second bell rings Uchiha, go to the office to get a tardy pass." I told him.

Pushing his body off the door and closer to me, "Relax Mr. Uzumaki, I just wanted to tell you, the deal is set and you don't have to worry about me ending it so quickly. I tend to… leisurely enjoy the things that interest me." He drawled out in a yawning manner.

"Good to hear." Trying to keep the conversation abrupt, brushing pass the kid, I opened the door to see all the students in their seats in an uproar.

Uncaring, yelling, violent, and vile with words they were amongst each other. Not what you would call role model students or young adolescents, they were tyrants.

Already feeling a migraine creeping up, shrugging myself off and unstably holding on to an optimistic view heading towards the head of my desk, I began with an introduction...

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As the dismissal bell rang, the students, already having the materials packed because of the anticipation of leaving class, they scrambled out in an instant almost toppling on top of each other.

The only one who didn't was Sasuke. With his girlfriend by his side, Hinata Hyuuga, cling obsessively onto one of his arms as she begged and whined for his undivided attention. Trying her best, she made excuses for them to both leave in the opposite direction. It didn't happen, because he had all eyes on me.

While Sasuke was walking in my direction, glaring at me, she hid her face from my view and whispered something to Sasuke. Unfortunately, he didn't like it so he shrugged her off violently off of him and with a dominant voice said, "Go." With that, she went and scurried out of the room.

"Is there a question you needed an answer to on your assignment Uchiha?" I asked him.

"No." he curtly replied.

"Then why are you here?" Already irritation hinted in my voice by his devilish games.

Slowly he came, face to face to me. Sizing me up to show me who's superior. Not caring about the professional stand in that I have and that I could easily give him and out of school suspension. The kid showed signs of being a dictator, if anything he should not have been told that he will be the Hokage of Konoha because he had an air of a condescending jerk.

"I don't need to explain myself to you." Smiling, knowing full well that he had me angered.

Through clenched teeth, "Uchiha, know your boundaries. Right now, you're pushing it."

"Hn. Yeah sure." And with that he left. Leaving me confused and angry by how riled up I could get whenever I am around the adolescent.

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Straying my eyes away from the papers, an hour had past and I was still here. Using it as a distraction, I tried my best in concentrating on grading the students' papers so that my mind couldn't trail elsewhere. But I knew. I could feel it. It carved its own pathway through my back spine and spread itself evenly through out of me. My stomach tightened from the anxiety and the anticipation.

He would come back.

As if hearing my thoughts, I heard the whispered scream from the door.

"Naruto." His voiced traveled itself into my ear. A familiar sensation started to claw its way out from the deep pits inside.

"Yes." My voice wavered. Listening to myself, my voice, crumble into pieces with one word. My heart kicked at my chest.

"I missed you." He said simply. The corner of his lips upturned slightly. His body stalking close to my front desk…

"….." Not responding to his bait, I kept my mouth tightly shut and just stared at him.

I couldn't be tempted by his words.

Searching for an answer, his gaze lingered onto me. Reading my every movement, sizing every inch of my body to indicate what I was thinking, feeling, yearning.

His smile increased in size when I flinched and averted my eyes.

He found it.

His voice cutting through the silence, tickling my ears, "I've been trying to reach you." Realizing that he was now hovering close to my face, as I flinched to move my head back, he grabbed my chin. Tilting my head upwards towards his face, his lips formed around mine for a light chaste kiss. The kiss lingered and intensified for every passing second, a piece of me indulging and loving every moment of these temporary pleasures.

The wall that I rebuilt because of him slowly began to decay from his touch.

As quick as the kiss made my mind into a muddle, all of my unhappy experience with this man, the maltreatment and all of negative emotions that resulting in self-harm on myself…. boiled itself into fury. As I recovered from my vulnerability, I willed myself to break free away from the hold that slowly started to latch itself tighter the more I resist.

Still within his grasp, kiss after kiss he delivered onto my lips, becoming more aggressive and obsessive than the previous one, feeling my lips numb from the crushing pressure. Finally using all of my strength, as my desk as a leverage, I pushed all of my weight off of it and away from him, nearly falling off of my chair from the attempt. Standing up and as retaliation, I wiped my mouth with both sides of my hands and smug I was when I watched his face lose it composure from the action.

Cautiously watching him, being carried by all of my emotions, "You need to leave."

"Not until you get the message. I'll leave then, when you understand." He growled. His eyes turning into slits.

"Look at your hand Gaara. You are married, and we've been over and without contact with each other for a reason… And I want it to stay that way… Just leave." Sighing in exasperation and pointing towards the door so he could take the hint.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

Moving around the desk and a step closer towards me, "This, she doesn't mean anything to me." He said while gesturing towards his ring. Tugging at it as if he would take it off, yet he let it remained attached to his hand as if some invisible forced, coerced it to stay embed there….

How it made my stomach churned out of control. Out of my control and into his.

"Gaara.. Just stop. If it didn't mean anything to you, you wouldn't have married her or you would've easily divorced her. But, as I can see, you still have the ring showing that you're still committed to her." Listening to my voice rose in volumes involuntarily.

"Naruto you're wrong. Just calm—"

"I didn't mean anything you! I was easy to you and you've fooled me many times but no-"

I ended up sprawled across my desk.

Gaara towering over me. His face dark. His shadow cascading around me. A cage for his prey.

Again he resumed his attack of kisses, silencing my retorts. Trailing kisses onto my lips and down to my neck, leaving a lingering heat wherever he touch that never subsided. His sticky hands landed onto my belt, unbuckling them and loosening up my pants.

Giving in to the compulsive pleasures, the shuffling close by the door out drowned by the heightened bliss that I wanted. I needed and what I embraced shamefully…..

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Author's Note: Yes I did left it at a cliff hanger. Shoot me. Lol, don't shoot me though.

Hope you like it heheh. For the upcoming chapters, it's going to take me longer to write (Since I've enlisted to the USAF and am leaving soon for my BMT). I just need to dissolve and lose myself in music to get inspired and get those brain juices flowing (If you can, I would appreciate any recommendations to songs. I don't discriminate and there is no language barrier!) But expect for an update to be out in a couple of months or longer instead of my 1-3 month update. But Rate and Review in the mean time and I'm talking to the lazy ones especially!