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How orphan boys play	By : therar Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Gaara/Naruto Views: 2607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Whoooo. Finally. This chapter is done. First of all, a LOT of credit goes to my best mate for helping me out with this chapter. There was just so much detail to sort through and the number of times I changed scenarios was maddening. I have a bit of an OCD where I need to rough draft anything before I type it out. I must have wrote the first part of this chapter three times before I was comfortable with how I was portraying everything. I think this chapter felt so difficult because I�m using it as a sort of awareness chapter. There�s so much sensitive detail that affects the rest of the story and I really wanted to get it just right. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next instalment. Have fun ^__^
HOW ORPHAN BOYS PLAY

CH7

PERCEPTIONS
Why do places where adults work always smell so weird? The dentist smells weird, the library smells weirder and the Doctor�s smells really weird. Gaara could never really put his finger on it but the only way he could describe it was a strange cross between the odour that follows old people and something that must be kept in a jar and opened by old people to try and cover their own reek. (late night detective novels would give anyone an odd imagination) Little pink nostrils crinkled while thin, nibbled lips were sucked in tight to keep that stench out. Gaara was a mannered child but those morals were going to be thrown out the window if he couldn�t cover his face soon. He told himself to bare it a little longer because, this had to be done. It had been two days since that night at camp, of which Sai had commented must have been the best sleep Gaara had ever had; the red head had slept for a full six hours! Although the reason behind that good sleep was what had the boys worried. Even though the worry was visually dead when looking at Sai, it was his idea to visit Dr. Hatake. Gaara might have been able to forget about the whole thing but, every time Lee or Big Gai would ask him how he was at breakfast, it all came back in flash. He desperately wanted to ask them about it and find out what was wrong but something in his gut just said, no. Now that he was sitting here, in the waiting room of the clinic, it was getting more and more difficult to ignore the flash. Had they really caught something that night? Were they spreading it just by being near people? Would it happen again? Could they stop it if it did? Little Gaara�s panic induced thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of something rough moving along his hand. He looked down to see two black dots and a dark crescent looking back up. Gaara turned his head to Sai just as the marker lid clicked into place.

�Sorry.� Gaara spoke softly. �Is it that obvious I�m worried?� To the red head�s surprise, the dark scribbler shook his head and leaned back. Gaara tried not to laugh when he saw how anxiousness was leaving Naruto with bloody finger nails. Gaara leaned back and returned the smile in the more traditional manner. �Thanks for cheering me up, Sai�

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Ever since the boys were little, Dr. Hatake had treated them for every cold, rash, broken bone and anything else the boys could throw at him. The medicine man had treated everyone in the orphanage at some point. It was like having two separate clinics to operate and keep in supply of medicine and first aid. But the Doctor loved his job most of the time and had grown into a bit of a workaholic over the years too. Kurenai was especially grateful for his years of service to all her kids. Especially, as it wasn�t his main duty. The kind gentleman always went out of his way whenever Kurenai called the clinic. Needless to say, it was extremely helpful; having to explain nearly three dozen different medical histories to a different Doctor every visit would have been an endless nuisance.

The Doctor walked into a surprisingly busy day at the clinic. Odd, it�s not this crowded until flu season. A few minutes later, he found the culprits. The wide, opaque walls had been plastered with hey fever posters, surrounding an annoying number of rows of sneezing, puffy eyed patients. He sighed. The only thing that annoyed him more than the flu was hey fever. At least with winter time there were people who actually needed shots to survive the cold but most of these people could be sorted with something over a pharmacy counter. He sighed once more, silently saying goodbye to the hope of finishing early and enjoying the lovely summer day.

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The long electronic board above the reception desk beeped for the fourth time since the boys been told to sit and wait. The red dots on the black, rectangular screen spelled out another name, a room number and the woman with the scary looking neck pointed out the direction. Gaara wasn�t sure how long he could keep up the resistance of that smell. Boredom he could take but that stench was making his stomach churn to butter. Urrrggghh�..don�t think of butter. Right now, dipping his nose into Big Gai�s extra strength cologne bottle had more appeal to it and stuff was real nasty. If Gaara had known long they were going to be waiting for, he would have brought something to read. So, for the fifth time, he counted the ceiling tiles.

Across the waiting room, a head of spiky, white hair peeked out of it�s office door, hoping to see less patients than there had been this morning. The door had barely opened when that creepy receptionist popped out of nowhere with an arm full of folders and paper work.

�Sakumo Hatake,� she growled through sharp teeth. �You�re not the only one who is busy today� The poor man was close to whimpering under that icy, steel stare. This, from a man who once had to wrestle a dirty needle from a paranoid patient, took the sharp end in the arm and managed to come out O.K. Sakumo looked around frantically for an excuse to make her go away. To his astonishing luck, he found three. With barely a second thought , he brushed past his greatest fear and strode as quick as possible to salvation.

�Good morning, Boys� Despite the man�s attempt to be bright and lively, he was born with a shy toned voice and could never seem to reach a volume higher than two. The older man had to tap Naruto�s head to get any attention and it was like pushing the button that opened the gates to Hyper-Ville. Life suddenly sprung into the spunky blonde when he leapt to his feet in an instant.

�Is it out turn yet? Finally! Come on! Let�s go!� Sakumo stumbled back with his hands up in front of his chest. He knew nothing would harm him but previous experienced with these boys had left him with a heightened reflex.

�Whoa! Calm down, Son. What�s the hurry?� The kid was practically hopping on the spot like a mad, blonde rabbit.

�There�s something wrong with-hmmphffah!� Now that was impressive. For such a quite boy, Sai could move pretty quick. Naruto continued to muffle against the pale hand covering his mouth. Sai didn�t say a word. Instead, he pressed his white fingers against his own lips, reached into his pocket for his pen and fiercely drew a large X over Naruto�s loud mouth. As he capped the lid back on, Sai gave a firm whack with pen across the idiot�s head. Gaara leaned against his wrist lazily.

�Couldn�t have said it better myself� Well, nothing much had changed about these three. Sakumo could probably sit here all day and watch this until his lungs burst but there was a growing number of onlookers, including the scary one he�d tried to escape earlier.

�Well, come on then. Let�s find out what�s got you high as a kite this time� Sakumo lead the boys into his examination room, smiling quietly while Naruto tried to wipe the permanent ink from his face. The older man was looking forward to a little break. It was probably something silly that had managed to get Naruto worked up and he�s somehow managed to convince Sai and Gaara that it was serious. Or maybe Gaara was worried he was never going to get any taller and Naruto was just putting on an act to spare his friend the embarrassment? (Although, it did often concern Sakumo that the kid did have an extreme lack of facial hair; a few inches were nothing but no eyebrows was a little strange) Hopefully, it was something as simple as Sai swallowing another pen cap. Oh well. The boys didn�t bother to even look for somewhere to sit while the Doctor took the chance to recline in his own and finally rest his back. A thought of realisation popped into the Doctor�s head; if the boys were here on an appointment, then why hadn�t he heard from Kurenai?

�So,� he coughed. �How is�.Kurenai-San doing? Is she keeping well?� He kept his eyes averted the whole time he spoke. Naruto ignored the fidgety adult and resumed waving his arms in the air like a mad bird.

�This is no time for your lovey-dovey crush on Kurenai! This is serious!� If it was physically possible, Dr. Hatake�s hair stood on end even more. He was never very good at keeping things subtle and could already feel the blush creeping up.

�I�.I don�t have a clue what-�

�Listen already! There�s something wrong with our ochinchin�s!!� It was like those words snapped straight through Sakumo�s chair legs. He barely even registered that he had fallen when he stumbled back to his feet. His mouth hung low as he stared at them and his elbows struggled to support his weight against the desk.

�Ex�excuse me?�

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The head nurse was growing impatient. She had prescriptions needing signed off, two patients waiting to be discharged and the medicine supply room needed rotation analysis. All of which, couldn�t be done without the approval of her supervisor, Dr. Hatake. She tried to keep it together though because, this was the first time she could recall that the Doctor had taken his time to report back to her. When his exam room door finally opened, three young boys were being pushed out like a trio of misbehaving puppies and a very flustered man wobbled by the door frame.

�Dr. Hatake! Are you alright?� She was going to say he looked very pale but his complexion always looked like that. But now, he looked closer to ghostly. The man�s eyes never left the floor, no longer the half lidded, bedroom eyes the nurse had grown accustomed to over the years but, wide shaking orbs that made him looked a little frightening. �Dr. Hatake?�

�I�m fine. I�m fine� the words shot out like bullets. �I just have to lie down for a while. I forgot breakfast this morning and I�m feeling light headed� No sooner has the words left the Doctor, his door slammed shut. The nurse and the boys exchanged glances, all of them speechless for a moment. Naruto scratched the back of his head.

�So�.when he said to wait outside, did he mean here or can we go back outside? I�m bored.�

Sakumo slowly slid to the floor, his back pressed heavily against the solid door behind him. What those boys just told him was�.was so�..indecent. It was embarrassing enough that they thought an erection was some sort of disease but to hear how they tried to deal with it! Sakumo had panicked. What was he supposed to say? It�s O.K, boys. You just reached puberty and you pretty much had a homosexual experience at the same time even though you have no idea what any of that means. That, was pretty much the gist of the situation but it was all very serious. If he didn�t tell the boys what had happened between them, they could end up doing something really inappropriate in a very public place. How the hell was Sakumo supposed to explain it though? The boys came to him out of confidence but the Doctor was finding himself lost for any. For all his medical experience and achievement, the doctor would always become painfully embarrassed when it came to gynaecology or any kind of genital examination and diagnosis. Back in medical school, his inability to sit through an entire lecture on the subject nearly cost him his qualifications. If it weren�t for his escalations in paediatrics, he would have surely failed. What to do? What to do? What to do?

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And then there was one. One little red head, slumped in an itchy chair and bored again. Gaara had offered to stay behind until Dr. Hatake would talk to them again and he was quickly regretting the decision. But he had seen how much Naruto wanted to go outside and spend the rest of day catching frogs before it got dark and even though Sai would keep quiet about it, Gaara could tell how much his silent friend wanted to go out to that green house he was fond of. The flowers drawn on Sai�s knees were a bit of a giveaway. Gaara gave them both a nudge to the arm to let his friends know it was ok and that he would stay here. Gaara had no where else he really had to be. Big Gai was helping Lee train for an upcoming race and Gaara said he�d be back in time for dinner. At the time, when he was being so considerate to his friends, Gaara forgot he had nothing to keep himself occupied.

Each minute that went by left fewer and fewer people in the waiting room. The clock on the wall ticked away until it was the only thing keeping Gaara entertained. He thought about closing his eyes and picturing his favourite chapter in his head to take his mind off other things. However, he was having trouble visualising with that sickening stench still hovering around. When he opened his eyes again, there was little to no people in the room apart from someone who must have sat next to him when he wasn�t looking. For a moment, Gaara blinked in confusion. The man next to him had white, spiky hair that nearly stood on end in thick chunks and a very familiar pair of baggy eyes. Well, he could only see one eye but it still looked closely similar. The man definitely looked like who Gaara thought it was except, for a weird blue mask that covered the man�s face from his nose to his neck. The Doctor�s long, white coat was gone too and had been replaced with an oversized, dark T-shirt. The attention that was focused on figuring out whether this was Dr. Hatake or not had started to slide towards the alluring hard back of paper pages. Gaara strained his neck to see past the bright orange covers. He hadn�t even checked the title or bothered to notice the red warning label. All Gaara could see was chance to read something that wasn�t a gossip magazine. The red head managed to lean over just enough and hoped it didn�t look obvious.

Her voluptuous breasts swayed beneath me as I moved inside her. I watched with endless desire as she curled and twisted with pleasure. Over and over she begged me to move faster but I enjoy hearing her voice calling to me. Occasionally I�ll slam my cock against her to raise her hopes and return to the slow pace that keeps her craving for me. I feel my own end reaching near though and if it going to end soon then, it will end my way. I flipped her body while I�m still inside her. That perfect ass high in the air and ready for-

�You know what you�re reading right?� Gaara jolted back into his chair like someone slamming the final jigsaw piece into place. �Yes, I am talking to you. You can stop pretending to be the wall now� The kid�s face was starting to mimic the colour of his hair. Whether from reading or being caught, the older man wasn�t entirely sure.

�S�sorry Dr. Hatake,� he squeaked.

�Wrong Hatake, Kido� That, hadn�t quite got the message through. The kid just stared at him with a dumb look that the older man had begrudgingly grown accustomed to. Will the day ever come when people would stop mistaking him for that old man? That�s what the damn mask was for and he still didn�t look distinguished enough. The man sighed and let the book dangle as if he just admitted defeat. He held out his free hand toward the kid; �Kakashi, Hatake, kid�.

�Um�hi. I�m Gaara�

�Didn�t anyone ever tell you it�s rude to read over people�s shoulders?� Gaara tucked his hands by his sides and slouched back into the chair.

�I was bored,� Gaara muttered, �and I forgot my favourite book� Kakashi suddenly made a loud hiss like he�s sat on something sharp.

�Now that, I can sympathise with. There aren�t many places I�d go without a good read in my pocket� Kakashi closed his book and turned to face the kid, suddenly remembering his manners to look at someone when you�re talking to them. �So, what you here for? Get in fight?� (Not all manners were remembered well)

�Huh?� The older man pointed towards his good eye and Gaara got the hint. Lots of people used to think the red head was always taking hits to the eyes because they were so dark. � Oh! No. They always look like this. I don�t sleep very well. Did you get in a fight?� Gaara copied the earlier gesture. Kakashi�s fingertips felt the outline of the scar that had left him half blind, reaching all the way from the left side of his forehead, across his closed eye lid and half way down his cheek.

�This old thing? Nah, just a bad accident from when I was your age� Kakashi�s wrist watch beeped, signalling the arrival of the eighteenth hour of the day. �That old man is sure taking his sweet time�

�You mean the real Dr. Hatake?� Gaara asked. �He saw me and my friends a while ago but asked us to wait outside when we told him what happened�

�What happened?� Gaara quickly covered his mouth. Whoops. Although, he wasn�t too sure why he should be covering his mouth in the first place. But then, Dr. Hatake had practically thrown them out of his room.

�I don�t think I�m supposed to tell you� The masked man just waved that sentence away.

�Kid, there�s little I haven�t seen a fewer things I haven�t done� Kakashi sat patiently as the kid looked like he was having an inner debate, chewing his index finger as he did.

�Can I whisper it to you?� The adult nodded, sensing the kid�s embarrassment. Must be something serious. Maybe he was lying about the whole black eye thing and someone was really hitting him. Hell, the kid was pretty thin and it didn�t look like much couldn�t knock him down. Gaara kneeled on the seat of his chair, ignoring the slight burn the material left on his bare knees. He leaned over to Kakashi�s ear, covering his own mouth with his hands and whispered what he and his friends had told Dr. Hatake.

Back in the exam room, an overly worried Doctor�s internal clock was reminding him that he had left three curious boys outside his door, waiting for an answer. Sakumo hadn�t even moved from the floor, frightful that if he dared moved away from the door then the boys would storm their way back in. He had to tell them something though. Maybe he could- �Ow!� Any ideas the Doctor did have had been thumped out of his head by the door being shoved open. He looked up and scowled at the least helpful person that could arrive at a moment like this.

�You�re fault for sitting there, Dad� Sakumo could see his Son�s smug grin even beneath that ridiculous mask. �Just thought I�d let you know that I�m taking a patient off your hands. Honestly though, how you ever managed to reproduce me is a mystery. See you later, Old Man� Wait, What? By the time Sakumo got up and out his room, his Son was gone. He looked around and found the waiting room empty. Where had the boys gone? Just then, the horrific realisation of his Son�s words came to him but, the doctor wasn�t going anywhere soon. Especially with two, very angry, female staff members heading straight for him. Along with, a group of annoyed Doctors who just had to tend to all his patients for the last hour. Sakumo could only pray that his moronic Son didn�t get himself into trouble again.

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Gaara had never been to this part of Konoha before. The empty streets reminded the young boy of an old ghost town he had read about once; small houses scattered around the dusty streets like lonely mice. Most of them were boarded up with old, decaying sheets of wood to cover up the broken windows and missing doors. Patches of green that might have been gardens were now miniature jungles that bordered the old footpaths. Gaara picked out the fifth stone from his sandal. This place is creepy, Gaara thought to himself. The growingly dark sky and thick grey clouds were keeping the red head on edge. The phrase �Stranger Danger� was whispering in his ear like it was the sound the wind usually carried. This guy isn�t a stranger, Gaara confirmed with his inner self. They had both introduced themselves, they shared a common interest and the older man was, apparently Dr. Hatake�s son. ( Gaara was kicking himself for not figuring that out sooner) It a was ok to walk with around with this guy right? It�s not a stranger if someone you know, knows them right? Either way, Gaara wasn�t sure how this was going to help. There were never any books that Gaara could recall being in the library about this sort of stuff he had told Kakashi about. However, the white haired man had reassured the red head that he has exactly what the boy was looking for.

Gaara started rubbing his arms to keep warm from the cold breeze blowing over him. This place felt like a bad, back alley with a crazy shadow cat waiting at the end.

For a brief moment, Kakashi thought he�d managed to walk ahead of Gaara and the kid had gotten himself lost in this old place. Thankfully, he was just a few steps away but, those few feet of distance had somehow managed to make the kid look so much smaller the he already was. The red headed speck was practically shivering and the breeze wasn�t even that cold. Although, if Kakashi were that small and pale, this old place would make him shake too. The older man waited until Gaara had caught up. It wasn�t difficult to miss the shifting pair of eyes.

�Don�t this old place bother you, kiddo� Gaara looked up to see that half masked face gazing back down the street. �Everything used to be brighter and busier like the rest of Konoha. I used to hang out here all the time when I was your age� The nostalgic tone made Kakashi seem so much older. Like, he was looking back on something that died a long time ago but could still see it as if it were right in front of him.

�What happened?� The breeze picked up into a gust, carrying decayed, brown leaves through the cold whistle.

�Just the way things go sometimes. One person moves, their house become empty and when no-one fills it up again, it turns into one of those� He pointed to one the old shells that might have been a home in its prime. �It�s like a disease. Pretty soon it spread to more houses when more people decided to live in the busier parts of Konoha. Those who stayed, eventually left because of how run-down and neglected this place had become. This, is all that�s left of where I grew up� Kakashi blinked out of his little flashback, not remembering half of what he had said and smiled down at Gaara. �Maybe one day I�ll find a cure� Before the smaller one could return the smile, there was sudden BANG made by an old, swing gate. It wasn�t bad enough to cause an episode but it did make the kid freeze over very noticeably. �Whoa! You okay?� The index finger was roughly bitten into but not enough to bleed. Gaara kept his eyes to the ground between his in-turned feet.

�This�place we�re going to, there aren�t any loud noises are there?�

It wasn�t long before the pair reached a small building on a quiet street corner. The box was idol, surrounded by vacant space, uncut grass and street lamps warming up to keep the sidewalks in dim light once the dark took over. Apart, from the path that curved from one end of the shop to the other. It seemed to be the only piece of road that looked clean around here. The outside walls gleamed brightly with glowing white, reaching up to carefully painted letters, coloured in shiny silver.

�White Fang Books?� There was a light chuckle from the taller figure.

�Yeah. An odd nickname. It seemed like a good idea at the time and still think it�s a good name� The ebony door opened with a melodic chime, like a little angel welcoming a new visitor until a crash came thundering down. Shelves of books cascaded from above the door, along with whoever had been carrying them. The onset of familiar symptoms swirled in Gaara�s stomach; his head rattled with noise as if it was trying to burst from him skull, everything tasted dry and the only thought he could hear was, �Run! Too loud! Too loud�. Almost as soon as the fear has taken a bite, it let go again. Gaara could feel his head becoming lighter and quieter. He hadn�t realised his eyes were shut. When they opened, Gaara was amazed to see he had not moved an inch from the door way. He hadn�t curled up, or screamed or broke anything? Despite the nausea churning, something inside felt��a little better.

�Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow! Ow! OW!� Gaara felt a trickle of hot liquid slip between his shaky fingers. He retracted them quickly when he saw the blood leaking from Kakashi�s arm.

Oh-no. oh-no! This is bad. Really bad. I hurt someone again. I�m gonna get-

A large hand nestled in Gaara�s coarse hair.

�Hey, you okay? I thought you were going to faint on me for a moment there�

�Hey, Mask Freak!� A voice yelled out from the pile of books on the floor. � Would it be a real nuisance to help me out of here?

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Gaara sipped from his glass of water while perched on the high stool. The cool liquid almost tasted sweet as it quenched his dry throat and mouth. For a while now he�d just been sitting there, watching quietly while two grown men argued a lot like Naruto and Sai. The other man had even tried to throw a punch but Kakashi just held out his hand against the other guy�s head, leaving arms to flail madly with no hope of hitting the enemy. Gaara took another sip. The red head wasn�t sure what he had expected to see in this little shop but, this would not have been at the top of his guess list. Everything larger than him was covered with massive white sheets, some flaked with dust. The floor was cluttered with old bits blue and white paper and the walls revealed their bare plaster. There were dogs too. Eight of them. Each one had some sort of individual feature within their little pack from patchy fur to spiky tails. While most of them had grouped together for a nap in the corner, the largest and smallest had taken an interest in their new guest. Gaara was growing fond of them too. The really big one looked it could eat twenty of the tiny dog that sat on its head but purred like a kitten when his ears were scratched.

�Jeez, you pick fine times to advertise this place don�t you? Never during the tourist season. Never when the holidays come around. No. You pick the week we decide to remodel the frickin� shop when all the books are packed up and stored away!!� The guy with the dark hair and goggles was fuming with annoyance. Gaara could see his point though. Everything was hidden away in a sea of white sheets. Well, everything except a picture on the low shelf behind the red head. There was a woman in the frame, standing in between Kakashi and the black haired guy. She had short, chocolate brown hair and warm, brown eyes to match. Her smile reminded Gaara of Kurenai. There was a small vase next to the frame, with a wilting white flower, clinging for life inside. �Ah! Forget this. Hey, kid!� Gaara looked back from the picture to the adult calling him. �Sorry about this idiot.� He gestured his thumb at Kakashi. �He�s a lost cause when it comes to business. I�m Obito by the way but, I can�t stop and chat. Hope to see you later though� The blacked haired guy, Obito, lightly pushed Kakashi out of his way and headed towards the front door.

�Where are you going?� Kakashi asked dully.

�Taking the dogs out. I need a break from all the work I�ve been doing� The bell chimed, the dogs bolted and Obito was chasing after them with a handful of dog leashes.

�Do you two not like each other?� Gaara asked, finishing off his water.

�Hmm? Oh, no, we�ve been friends since school. Don�t take any of that seriously. He�s just mad at me for eating his pudding� Gaara felt like he�d been part of a very similar story once or twice before. �Now, I have just the thing you�re looking for� Gaara watched as Kakashi upset the creaseless sheets and rummaged through the drawers of the desk underneath. Pieces of paper and bits of stationary fell to the floor, unnoticed by the messy and careless individual. �Oh, hold on a minute.� Kakashi crawled over a few chairs to reach over to the picture frame and faced it towards the wall. �Feels like she�s watching me� Kakashi whispered and went back to the rummaging. �Here it is� The white haired man plucked out a dark green hardback. From where Gaara was standing, he could see a red symbol across the back like the ones used for no smoking signs. Before handing the book over, Kakashi looked around to make sure all was clear. He crouched low and covered the side of his face to whisper. �If Rin asks, tell her I gave you �Tom Sawyer� or something as an apology for being a pain� Before Gaara could get a glimpse of the title, his wrist watch bleeped. 7PM!! Late for dinner! With barely a second thought, Gaara grabbed the book, yelled back a thank you and rushed for home.

Originally, there was another chunk to this chapter but I felt that I had somehow included so much in this one that I should split it into two. As you can see, I named this chapter, �Perceptions� because, I feel there are so many hidden borders and misconceptions when it comes to how we all see things. For example, if we didn�t know Kakashi and we saw him taking a small boy out of the doctor�s clinic, wouldn�t you see that as something a bit fishy? I remember reading a short article in high school about paranoid parents; a teacher saw one of her pupil�s legs were covered in blue patches. She immediately reported abuse and it turns out, the blue marks were just pen ink that had washed off from the inside if the kid�s wellies where his name was written in pen. For me, it was a bit of an eye opener. We�ve all seen how most parents are scared to let their kids out of their sight and the majority of us wouldn�t blame them either. I�m in the same boat and I hate it. But no wonder, all we see in the papers or in the news are stories about people being kidnapped, mugged, raped, tortured, beaten and abused. I�m not saying it doesn�t happen, I�m just sad that I feel paranoid every time I step out the door. I think that�s what this chapter is inspired by and I hope I can embrace the concept to it�s fullest. Incidentally, as a research material, how were you all taught about sex education and how did you take it?
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