Two weeks have passed since the beginning of the school year.
Lessons were starting with Japanese. Sasuke as told by Miss Kurenai is sitting with Naruto. Few more days more and he will be able to go back to his old seat. Although to be honest he began to like sitting in the last row. No one was interrupting him, and Kurenai paid less attention to him. Also he found out new things about Naruto by sitting with him. First: Naruto wasn't interested in Japanese at all. Second: he always does something in his sketchbook. Third: He looked even more sad, as if he had no will to live. He never smiled, he barely talked. He kept distance from other people. He didn't make any new contacts.
Only music and his sketchbook. Today like always everyone entered the class, and Naruto was late, he nicely apologized, and sat in his place next to Sasuke, and like always Kurenai was shouting at the class. Sasuke was surprised that this time he didn't take out his sketchbook. The boy just sat down and listened to the teacher. After a moment he sighed and turned his head to the side, and he started through the window. His eyes looked even more sad than before. Sasuke has been observing Naruto.
He's weird today. He could at least say something.
Those eyes...the sadness is overflowing from them.
I wonder why he has such look in his eyes.
Sasuke's eyes were wondering around. First he looked at Naruto's face then his eyes looked at his hoodie, then at his jeans, then hoodie again and...
Wait a moment Sasuke! Calm down your emotions. What are you thinking about pervert. That is a GUY plus your ENEMY. Breathe. Calm down. I'm calm.
-Naruto.Naruto? NARUTO, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!!!- shouted Kurenai, and Naruto looked at her,
-I'm sorry, but no...-
-NARUTO! Go outside, now! - Miss Kurenai got red from anger and the boy took his bag and books without saying anything and left. Then he left the school, he walked between the buildings. Till he got to an old willow tree. That's the only place where he could have some peace. His mind was filled with thoughts about everything and nothing, The leaves rustled and he heard a quiet song coming from his mp3 player...marude hatsukoi mitai unmei da omoeru kurai
dakiaeba kanjiru
kore hodo ni nai yume koro
Naruto closed his eyes and he leaned his head against the tree. It looked at if he fell asleep...
-Hey Naruto. Are you ok?- Naruto opened his eyes and he saw Gaara.
-Yes Gaara.- he barely smiled.
-That's good, because we have been worried about you.- said Kiba who just came. Sasuke was observing them from the distance. The blood was boiling within him. "Someone like him, no...something like that. That blonde-haired disgusting creature is taking away my friends. You will regret it..."
The school bell rang and it forced everyone to go back to school. More boring lessons...
During long break Naruto sat by the wall and he listened to the same music, that he listened to under the willow tree. He always was down. What caused him depression.
-Naru...is something wrong? - asked Gaara and he sat next to him.
-I don't want to bother anyone with my problems. My problems are mine and I have to solve them alone somehow...
-Hmm. You can always count on us.- Said Gaara.
-Good to know - Naruto smiled ironically - but...my problem is...-
-Ts.- Sasuke who sat not far away from us snorted and walked to the opposite side.
Seems like he heard the conversation between them.
-What's his issue? - asked Naruto.
-I don't know...- said concerned Gaara while looking at his friend.
-By the way, why is he like that?
-That's a good question. - laughed Gaara - he's cold and he doesn't make contacts with people. It's hard to make him talk about himself . I'm the only one who managed to get some information. Practically no one really knows him. - Gaara smiled sympathetically.
-Ah.- Naruto was sure that Gaara won't say anything else. He was surprised when he carried on.
-He has an older brother called Itachi and sister Naoki. They are both older from him. His parents are focused on Itachi, and Naoki left and she tries to be a model, she comes for holidays. His family sees Sasuke as a black sheep. His father is really strict to him. Even if Sasuke is the best in the class, even if he has high achievements, they still don't appreciate him. When he does even a smallest mistake then he's in big trouble with his father.- He looked at Naruto with his green eyes.- It's not easy to live in a family that doesn't notice you...when they always compare you to someone, instead of accepting you the way you are...-
-I know something about that...- Naruto did a grimace on his face. A silence fell between them. Gaara slightly bended and stared at Naruto's face. Maybe that staring wouldn't have been that scary, if he at least would keep 30 cm distance. Naruto turned his head towards Gaara, Naruto got scared. Gaara broke all the rules of "privacy". Yes..privacy is the right word, since staring at someone from 10 - 15 cm distance isn't too natural.
-Gaara? You're going over my personal space.
-Are those funny lines on your face, tattoos?
-No...
-How come...
-Well the story about my cat whiskers goes like this: One day I had a role of a cat in a school play...and when I was leaving the school some guys dragged me behind the school building and they went over the drawn whiskers with a pocket knife. If a teacher didn't interfere they would have cut my face more,- Naruto smiled.
-That's sad...and painful. And you're saying it with a smile.
-Someone once told me that even if everything goes against me I have to smile. That I have to show them that I'm strong...and to never give up on my life, even if they tortured me. - he smiled again, but it was even a more sad smile than before.
-You dragged me into a mental breakdown...but I can tell you that you're not alone.- Gaara grabbed Naruto and messed his hair.
-Let me go!
-Be a good child and smile! You got new friends don't behave like a loner!
-Is that so?!
-Yes!
-Hmm.
-Uzumaki don't hmm me!- shouted Gaara while standing up when the bell rang. He tried to imitate the crazy Kurenai...
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