The Silver Wolf: Hello all of my fellow readers. This story was inspired one night while I was gaging my ear. And for those of you whom know what I'm talking about...you know when you're just starting out, not that I am, that it hurts, it really hurts. So...not to bore you with the whole story but I was gaging my ears and thought...if I was emo...this would be a great alternative to cutting...I guess that might have been me making fun of emo people...but here's the ending result the fanfiction An Emo's Alternative To Cutting...Enjoy. Fisrt Chapter contains a song from My Chemical Romance, entitled - The Sharpest Lives- from their most recent album The Black Parade
WARNING!!!: MY PARENTS TOLD ME TO ELABORATE THIS!! TO ALL THE COPS AND LAW OFFICIALS OUT THERE THAT SHOULD JUST SO HAPPEN TO READ THIS FIC, IT DOES NOT REFLECT MYSELF OR MY FAMILY IN ANYWAY SHAPE OR FORM!!!! THIS IS A FANFICTION AND THAT'S ALL IT EVER WILL BE. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OR THEIR ATTITUDES. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS FIC THE WRONG WAY!!!!
Full extended Summary: Gaara's parents are dead, we all know this. He lives with, and goes to the local high school with, his siblings Temari and Kankuro. They knew Gaara was emo, and they knew that he cut and always wore long sleeved shirts to hide it in public, they didn't care. But when Temari found out that Gaara was gay, the homophobic prick inside her wanted to kick him out of the house, but Kankuro comes out of the closet to defend Gaara, she gets outraged and kicks them both out to live by herself, and for them to fend for themselves. During the next few days of school random people talk to Gaara and ask him if he's okay because he's been seen by an unusual amount of people crying in class. When a transfer student, named Ashe, comes along and makes friends with both Sasuke, the popular, and Gaara, the emo, what will ensue? GaaraOCbut this won't last past the first chapter, GaaraSasuke, KankuroOC.
Disclaimers: I do not own the song 'The Sharpest Lives' by My Chemical Romance. I do Not own Naruto or any variation of it. It all belongs to whomever made it. There...
Chapter 1: Daily Lives
'Well it rains and it pours
when you're out on your own
if I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes
Cause I spent the night dancing
I'm drunk I suppose
if it looks like I'm laughing
I'm really just askin to leave'
Gaara lied on his living room couch staring at the ceiling. To him it was the most entertaining thing at the time, and he couldn't help but wonder about weather or not to do his homework. He supposed it didn't matter. He'd just walked in, half drunk and half asleep, and it was almost three in the morning. Temari came down the stairs to see who had come in the house this late.
Wheh she saw Gaara lying on the couch she couldn't help but laugh at him. His eyes looked darker than usual, and he was half alseep. He started laughing out of nowhere...and she laughed even harder. Kankuro came down and looked at the two of them just laughing. He turned around and went back up the stair and a door slammed somewhere near the other end of the house. Temari calmed down when she heard that Gaara had stopped laughing, he'd knocked himself out from laughing.
Gaara woke up unusually early for the time he'd gotten to sleep at, he figured it wasn't going to be a very good day. He just grabbed his messenger bag that he used for school and left before his brother and sister woke up. He had to meet his boyfriend in front of the coffee shop down the street. He always did, which is why he never went to school with Temari, she's homophobic. He met Jet out front near the street light crosswalk. They went inside and they got their breakfast and went on their way to school. He got to school to find that Temari was just getting there on her motorcycle along with Kankuro riding behind her in his black with purple pin stripes Mercedes Benz. He never liked Temari's bike, thought it was unsafe. Gaara would always walk...which is why he had a weight problem...he had a problem with keeping weight on. He would never be able to keep much down, and he was constantly walking everywhere so it was especially hard. He's never been over 110 pounds.
Him and Jet walked into the school gave a quick kiss and went to home room. While in home room, Gaara took a seat in the back of the room in the corner farthest from the door so no one would come near him. It was the beginning of Spring today...and it was starting to get warm outside. Gaara hated the warm weather, it always made him hot in the shirts that he had to wear to keep people from noticing him too much. His arms were sliced up and mutilated in all kinds of different ways, from different knife sizes to different directions, from razors to kitchen knives, whatever.
He glanced over at a group of cheerleaders in his home room that were staring at him. He gave them a death glare and a growl that came from deep within his throat, and they turned away quickly. For being only a freshman, Gaara had a very deep voice, and when he would talk, on those rare occasions, people mistook him for older than he really was. He was only fifteen, not seventeen. This is why he didn't talk much, and when he did it was only around his siblings, and people he trusted, like Jet, and...and...well that was it. He didn't talk or participate in class, he's failed out of three of his classes already and it was only the beginning of the third marking period. He was in almost all remedial classes except for one, Art. He had an honors Art class. No one could understand how he managed that, but he did. He always had a sketch book with him, and he would always be drawing something. It was the one class that he actually enjoyed being in.
There was a new transfer student coming to that class today. He hoped it wasn't someone stupid like another cheerleader or a nerd with one of those goofy pocket protector things. It was supposed to be a girl, so his second assumption was out...had to be a cheerleader...shit. He's have to figure out a way to move his seat...the only empty seat was the one next to him...cause no one wanted that cursed seat.
Art class came around, and the new girl was standing near the teachers desk getting some papers filled out. Gaara saw her and was utterly astonished. She wasn't a cheerleader...she was wearing clothes similar in style to Temari. She had light, short brown hair, and was wearing a tight black and white striped sleeve shirt with a black Tight My Chemical Romance shirt on over that one, and she had blue jeans on that had butterfly and flower patterns on them, and her shoes were black DC sneakers. She had her lip pierced, and five holes in each ear. The bottom most hole being gaged to about an eight or a six, Gaara figured just by looking at it. He didn't mind sitting next to her, she looked cool.
"Class!" The Art teacher stood up and quieted the class down to introduce the new student. "This is Ashe, she's new here, so welcome her with all that is expected of you. Ashe, you can have a seat next to Gaara, it's the only empty seat in the class." a slight gasp was heard in unison from the class, and Gaara smirked at their expression. Then Gaara heard a student stand up, " Teach...surely she can sit up there at a desk with you, or bring the chair over here, or something? You can't let her sit next to him!" the over dramatic boy pointed a finger in Gaara's direction, and Ashe ran over and took a seat next to him. The class gasped in astonishment that she wasn't dead from just touching the seat.
"Your name's Gaara, huh?" Ashe looked at him with curiousity, "Are you gay?"
Gaara almost fell over in his seat when he heard the correct guess formed in a question. His eyes went a little wide, but that was the only thing that was really noticeable.
"I knew it..." Ashe said triumphantly, she smiled at him, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, you're the second gay guy I met today." She whispered to him, "The other guy was just as astonished that I guessed too, but he was kinda cute though...makes me sad he's gay..." She gave a slight pout, "But you're cute too!" she kinda squeaked in his ear.
"Hmph..."was all Gaara had to say to the hyper active girl sitting next to him.
'This is going to be an interesting rest of the year...' Gaara's mind trailed off and kinda blanked out for the rest of the day after that...he couldn't believe this girl...she'd actually wanted to befriend him, and let alone freely talk about him being gay in his art class.
'What was her name again...? oh right...Ashe...' he thought to himself as he walked through the door of his house. He walked slowly up the stairs and into his room...put his messenger bag where it was usually thrown, opened the jar of sand next to his bed, and started to mess with it making it do tricks in the air over his bed, never spilling a grain on himself or his bed.
End Chapter 1:
The Silver Wolf: It was just a little something I thought up...not sure if I'm gonna continue it though...if I do I may need help with it from my friends at school that usually help me write my stories...it a group effort to post my chapters...XD
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