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The story that wrote itself	By : Yunari Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, and I defiantly don’t make any money off of it

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Gaara’s Pov
“Today issues the new release of the second book of a series known as Hidden Shame. The first story came out about a year ago and captivated the audiences with a story of monsters and unrequited love. It dove into the minds of people who were lost or lonely and showed then a new aspect on life. Now, as I speak, the second book is being released in bookstores and it is hoped to sell just as many copies as the first book did. Having gotten a glimpse of it myself I have to agree that it is something….”

That was all the teen needed to hear and he was out the door. A brown jacket was flung over his shoulders as he made his exit from the house. He could hear a bit of grumbling coming from the kitchen but he didn’t stop to bother with it as he shut the door behind him and made his way to the store. The sad part of this whole adventure was that he didn‘t have any money to purchase the book and there for he was going for no other reason then to pick it up and maybe go to the back of the store so he could read in peace. He‘d been waiting for this book forever and the fact that it had come out earlier then anticipated made him quite the enthusiast. There were not many things in this world that could make the red head happy because of the way he‘d been raised but this was one of them. He managed to walk the few blocks to the nearest book store and slipped in, ignoring the ogling fan girls that stood in a circle chattering about something that was of no importance to him.
It came within his reach. His eyes landed on the book and his pale fingers reached out as if to snatch it from the heavens itself. And just as his smooth fingers were about to close over it, a tanned hand beat him to the punch. He knew that hand. He looked at it a long time as if the flow of time and space had slowed just for him to see this hand rip away from him the only thing that he had found joy in. Why did he know that hand? Why was it mocking him by taking away the one thing he‘d left his house for so early in the morning for? While he contemplated such things he didn‘t even pay attention as the book was pulled from it‘s shelf and to the arms of non other than a Naruto Uzumaki. Green eyes slowly managed to come to their senses, and while they didn’t show much emotion they did question the very presence of this blond beside him. He lowered his hand to his side and blinked as the blond turned the book over and examined it before looking up at him and smiling.
“ohi, Hey Gaara.” The male seemed oblivious to him and in some aspect of the fact it kind of irritated the hell out of him. But still his porcelain features remained cool and unemotional. “didn‘t see you there.” he looked down at the book then back at the pale boy and held the book out to him “you were just about to take this huh…. Well you can have it. I already have a copy.” This made the redhead curious though. Why would the blond go out and buy a copie4 of a book that he already had? The pale male shook his head and sighed softly at the fact that he was about to have this conversation with the obnoxious boy.
“I don‘t have the money for it. So there is really no point in taking it.” While that fact hurt him, he didn’t‘ show it., Instead he opted to watch the expressions that went over the blond’s face before him. First it looked like a bit of depression and after that something much like interest. In the end it was all covered up with that normal grin of a mask that the blond wore. While it may have fooled some, Gaara was no fool and could see right through it.
Naruto‘s pov
It was more of a ritual than anything. After one of his books came out he would go and purchase a copy of the book to have. While it was strange, he continued to do such almost as if his life depended on it. When his ocean blue eyes landed on that copy he couldn’t help but reach out and take it. He didn‘t even notice the pale hand doing the exact same thing till it was to late. How could he do such a thing? He could see the hurt in the redhead‘s eyes but he knew that he was the only one. In the back of his mind he swore they had so much in common but the other boy just wouldn’t‘ open up to him like he‘d planned. In the end he offered the book to Gaara, after all it was better if someone else bought it and got enjoyment out of it because he already knew every word by heart. He was, after all, the author of it. Btu he was denied and this made the boy wonder. At first he was worried that he‘d hurt Gaara‘s feelings. It was hard to read the male from time to time but he could catch glimpses. And then of course there was interest. Had he been wrong before about how Gaara reacted to the whole conversation? It was possible as he wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box but still he felt bad. The explanation only fueled such things as he felt his stomach churn and he bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. “I‘ll get if for you“ he finely decided and that smile returned to his face. He still felt bad but he hoped this would make it up to the boy.
Before the male could say anything he was off, purchasing the book and returning to the other boy‘s side. Sure he‘d kept his tradition alive but this way he still managed to get the book and now he was giving it to someone he was sure would get more use out of it than he would. He grabbed Gaara‘s rather cold hand into his own, stopping for a moment as he compared the vast differences between them. Gaara‘s hands were so cold, almost like he was dead inside. His skin was quite pale, which of course helped this theory that the blond had. He understood that he himself was a bit warmer than most, his body temperature always being a bit warmer then those around him but this was ridicules. He stood there for a long moment, just holding the other’s arm between his tanned fingers. Not much of that pale skin ever showed but today it was almost as if Gaara had been rushing. And when he got a closer look he could see, ever so faintly, very thin lines on each wrist. Naruto’s mind went into over drive as he moved in close enough that his breath fanned against the cool skin and his fingers pushed up the concealing jacket.
He found more marks, just little ones here and there and eh tried to continue but the opposite hand stopped him and pushed him away. The blond looked up at slightly angered green eyes and gave a little bow. “er….sorry.” He felt weird now. He could still feel the cool skin beneath his own and the thought of where those scars originated from flowed through his mind, but for now, he felt the need to escape. The male thrust the bag into red‘s hands before turning and running off a few steps “see you at school“ He called out before running off. He still had an hour before said school started, but right now, he wanted to put as much distance between him and Gaara as possible. Shivers ran down his spine at the look of the boy. Those green eyes had held more emotion than he had ever seen emitted from the redhead. Anger, guilt, fear and so many other things he couldn’t yet understand. Btu he would. He swore on his name he would find out what happened to Gaara, and he would help him.
Gaara’s Pov
There were many things you just didn‘t do around him. And touching him was one of those things. But yet here was Uzumaki, doing just that. He opened his mouth to object to the purchasing of the book. Sure he wanted it but when people bought him things it usually meant that they wanted something from him and he wasn‘t willing to go down that road again. There was just too much shit that happened back there that he didn’t‘ want to relive. Such thoughts left his mind when warm hands touched him. His first reaction was to tense, but his body fought what his mind told him to do. Those hands were just to warm to fight and a strange feeling pooled down below, almost as if he was aroused, but he wasn‘t. The touch was gentle, yet deliberate and he would have given into it, if not for the fact that he saw those blue eyes switch from joy, to concern. ’He saw them‘ His mind quivered with the thought but he still couldn’t’ pull away from the warmth.
His jacket was slowly being moved up and a shiver of delight ran down his spine. But with that delight came something else. Something he dared not remember. He could no longer stand it and he clamed a hand down on the blonds’ to stop him from interrogating his skin any further. With another motion he was separated from the blond and he glared at him with his best. But it was hard to hide what was floating in his mind. Yashamaru, yes hat had been his name, his uncle, the one who looked so much like his mother. He was so kind at first, so loving but under that act was something much more. Something horrible and he had barley lived through it. The bag was forced into his hands and a few words were said before the blond ran off and left this traumatized boy by himself.
It took Gaara a few moments but soon he snapped out of his coma like trance and left the store. The air seemed cooler than before and he shivered at the though of how warm it had been with Naruto. How warm and how… no his thoughts could not travel there. He could not trust another being and he would nto. He walked the six blocks back to his home and entered. There was some more grumbling, but this time he walked to through the house to see what it was. He turned the corner and there was Temari talking on the phone. No more then a foot away stood his brother, Kankuro, and both of his siblings held the same grim expression. The grumbling, he found, was actually Temari talking on the phone and trying to remain quiet. He fell back around the corner as not to be seen and listened to the quiet conversation. “No I will not allow you to see him.” silence and a few hushed whispers “because you weren’t there before“ some grunts and a hand, most likely Kankuro‘s hitting the table “where were you when we needed you huh?” Temari‘s voice was growing stronger and more angry which was strange to him because the only person he‘d ever seen her angry with was Kankuro and…that man. “no.” silence “no“ and a larger silence “how.” there were a few other words but he‘d stopped listening again before the phone was slammed down and he sighed.
“I can’t believe he calls himself our father” that was Kankuro’s voice and of course knowing it wasn’t the other guy, Gaara relaxed a little. But at the mention of his father he grew a bit interested. “first he run’s off after mom….” he couldn’t bring himself to say it, but of course none of the siblings could. “then eh gets throw into an asylum. And now he expects us to take him in? Let him suffer like he made Gaara.” there was a silence and some more sounds before Gaara gave up. He’d heard enough. He returned to the front door and left. So what he’d be a bit early to school…. Did it really matter? He had to many things to worry about at the moment and he couldn’t’ think about how his father was involved in the whole Yashamaru incident.
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TBC
okay I‘m not sure where this story is going. OF course I have an idea, such as pairing and what I want to happen. But for now I‘m just going to keep going with the flow till I get what I want. Er um review I guess, if you like. Rate would be nice and well have a nice day. I‘m going to do some homework.
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