Taste of Freedom Chapter 2
Fiction: Taste of Freedom Chapter 2
Author: niri
Pairing: Gaara-centric. No pairing so far
Genre: eventual Yaoi, AU
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Gaara meet Naruto. Naruto meet Gaara. Now lets get along.
Previous : Chapter 1
A/N: The chapters here are all going to be short and in the style of dabbles - meaning a new chapter doesn’t necessary mean something major has happened.
A/N 2: Please help me choose a pairing. I’m thinking NaruGaara but that kinda typical so maybe something more uncommon. ( NO NejiGaara. I really don’t like this pairing)
Surprisingly enough the next time I open my eyes, light is already streaming through the dark red curtains, basking the whole room is a red tint.
This has to be the first time in yeast that I have gotten a full night of sleep.
But then again not having people constantly watching you like prey AND having to take a needle to the forehead can do that to even the more insomniac people.
Letting out a relaxed lazy sigh at the feeling of being rested I stretch on the bed feeling the tug of my muscles as they stretch and the uncomfortable catch of the clothes I fell asleep in.
I would have stayed lying these staring at the ceiling had the noise coming from the small separated kitchen had not startled me out of my musings. That must have been what had woken me up in the first place and I let me eyes be drawn to the large doorway to the kitchen that was really just the corner of the room that has been walled off to create a kitchen like area. From here I could just catch a glimpse of someone’s back and I was surprised that I didn’t feel threatened having someone around while I slept.
The person continued to busy themselves with making something in the kitchen while sleepily mumbling something and cursing every time he stubbed his toe or bumped into something in his half-asleep daze.
Sitting up I continued to stare at the persons back willing them to turn around. And they finally did a couple of minutes later but not because of my stare but because they where done in the kitchen. And I was face to face with a blond boy holding a plastic cup with both hands and chopsticks sticking out of his mouth.
Even though I noticed him he apparently was still oblivious to having another person in the room which I found unbelievable considering that I am always aware of the people watching me.
I watching as he plopped onto his messy bed that must have been covered in at least five blankets of different size and color as well as a multitude of pillows.
Burrowing into the nest he placed the cup down on the bed in front of his knees mumbled a quiet “Itadakimasu” and literally inhaled it - because I have never seen anyone eat something that fast. Sighing, the boy tilted his head back and let a grin work on his face, looking very much like a coffee dependant person getting their first morning dose of caffeine.
Tilting his head back the boy finally caught sigts of me and just stared. I can almost see the gears turning in his head as realizationg dawned and he jumped high on his bed with newly found energy, fully awake.
“W-what!? WHO ARE YOU?”
Happy to finally get the introductions out of the way I fixed him with my stare, “I am Gaara no Suna. You?” I was hoping my voice would come out casual and normal sounding but even to my ears it sounded too emotionless and monotone.
“W-what?” Caught of guard by me straightforward response, “U -Uzumaki Naruto. But that’s- that’s not what I mean.” I can hear the frustration working its way into his voice, “I wanna know what you. Are. Doing. HERE!”
“I am your roommate” I simply answer hoping that the blond would unwind and stop screaming at me.
And I guess that that answer worked because he did unwind, letting his shoulders slack and breathe even out as he lowered himself back to sit in his nest of blankets, “Sorry about that…I wasn’t exactly expecting to see someone sitting in my room all of a sudden.” He sheepishly mumbled.
Seeing the change of attitude as the blond mumbled embarrassed I figured I would humor him with a more detailed explanation, “I got in yesterday.” Okay so maybe that wasn’t supper detailed but I tried.
“Umm” Seems like the blondie also didn’t know what to say and trying the spare us the awkward silence I got up and startled moving around the boxes, looking for my clothes. Naruto seemed to notice my actions and his face automatically brightened, he untangled himself out of his next and grinned at me, “Want help unpacking?”
Normally I wouldn’t let others touch my things but its not like I had any personal things to begin with and he seemed to eager to help that I just couldn’t refuse the offer.
Hey, maybe I’ll even make friend while I’m here. None of the kids here know about my family and how messed up it is or about how I grew up so I have nothing standing in my way. Though even as I think this I realize that, the idea of friends freaks me out a little.
Okay, I look at the blond, How about acquaintances? Yeah I can live with making acquaintances at this school. Relaxing a little I answered more calmly and casually then before, letting a bit of emotion lace its way into my words. “Sure, I would like that.”
Author: niri
Pairing: Gaara-centric. No pairing so far
Genre: eventual Yaoi, AU
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Gaara meet Naruto. Naruto meet Gaara. Now lets get along.
Previous : Chapter 1
A/N: The chapters here are all going to be short and in the style of dabbles - meaning a new chapter doesn’t necessary mean something major has happened.
A/N 2: Please help me choose a pairing. I’m thinking NaruGaara but that kinda typical so maybe something more uncommon. ( NO NejiGaara. I really don’t like this pairing)
Surprisingly enough the next time I open my eyes, light is already streaming through the dark red curtains, basking the whole room is a red tint.
This has to be the first time in yeast that I have gotten a full night of sleep.
But then again not having people constantly watching you like prey AND having to take a needle to the forehead can do that to even the more insomniac people.
Letting out a relaxed lazy sigh at the feeling of being rested I stretch on the bed feeling the tug of my muscles as they stretch and the uncomfortable catch of the clothes I fell asleep in.
I would have stayed lying these staring at the ceiling had the noise coming from the small separated kitchen had not startled me out of my musings. That must have been what had woken me up in the first place and I let me eyes be drawn to the large doorway to the kitchen that was really just the corner of the room that has been walled off to create a kitchen like area. From here I could just catch a glimpse of someone’s back and I was surprised that I didn’t feel threatened having someone around while I slept.
The person continued to busy themselves with making something in the kitchen while sleepily mumbling something and cursing every time he stubbed his toe or bumped into something in his half-asleep daze.
Sitting up I continued to stare at the persons back willing them to turn around. And they finally did a couple of minutes later but not because of my stare but because they where done in the kitchen. And I was face to face with a blond boy holding a plastic cup with both hands and chopsticks sticking out of his mouth.
Even though I noticed him he apparently was still oblivious to having another person in the room which I found unbelievable considering that I am always aware of the people watching me.
I watching as he plopped onto his messy bed that must have been covered in at least five blankets of different size and color as well as a multitude of pillows.
Burrowing into the nest he placed the cup down on the bed in front of his knees mumbled a quiet “Itadakimasu” and literally inhaled it - because I have never seen anyone eat something that fast. Sighing, the boy tilted his head back and let a grin work on his face, looking very much like a coffee dependant person getting their first morning dose of caffeine.
Tilting his head back the boy finally caught sigts of me and just stared. I can almost see the gears turning in his head as realizationg dawned and he jumped high on his bed with newly found energy, fully awake.
“W-what!? WHO ARE YOU?”
Happy to finally get the introductions out of the way I fixed him with my stare, “I am Gaara no Suna. You?” I was hoping my voice would come out casual and normal sounding but even to my ears it sounded too emotionless and monotone.
“W-what?” Caught of guard by me straightforward response, “U -Uzumaki Naruto. But that’s- that’s not what I mean.” I can hear the frustration working its way into his voice, “I wanna know what you. Are. Doing. HERE!”
“I am your roommate” I simply answer hoping that the blond would unwind and stop screaming at me.
And I guess that that answer worked because he did unwind, letting his shoulders slack and breathe even out as he lowered himself back to sit in his nest of blankets, “Sorry about that…I wasn’t exactly expecting to see someone sitting in my room all of a sudden.” He sheepishly mumbled.
Seeing the change of attitude as the blond mumbled embarrassed I figured I would humor him with a more detailed explanation, “I got in yesterday.” Okay so maybe that wasn’t supper detailed but I tried.
“Umm” Seems like the blondie also didn’t know what to say and trying the spare us the awkward silence I got up and startled moving around the boxes, looking for my clothes. Naruto seemed to notice my actions and his face automatically brightened, he untangled himself out of his next and grinned at me, “Want help unpacking?”
Normally I wouldn’t let others touch my things but its not like I had any personal things to begin with and he seemed to eager to help that I just couldn’t refuse the offer.
Hey, maybe I’ll even make friend while I’m here. None of the kids here know about my family and how messed up it is or about how I grew up so I have nothing standing in my way. Though even as I think this I realize that, the idea of friends freaks me out a little.
Okay, I look at the blond, How about acquaintances? Yeah I can live with making acquaintances at this school. Relaxing a little I answered more calmly and casually then before, letting a bit of emotion lace its way into my words. “Sure, I would like that.”