Gaara
Fiction: Taste of Freedom
Author: niri
Pairing:Gaara-centric. No pairing so far
Genre: eventual Yaoi, AU
Rating: PG-13 ( for now)
Summary: Gaara's escape from "prison", acts bold and then stumbles to his new home.
A/N: This is from my
redhead_gaara account. So don't accuse me of being a thief. :P
The gaara account was made for a OOC Naruto community. But after some glitch ( or maybe I just pissed the mod off) I was banned and some other guy took my place. *growls*
So I'm just gonna post the first couple babbles I had from that account here.
I donno if they are any good or even if I'm gonna continue writing anything because as cool as Gaara is I find him a difficult character to write about ( especially in first person).
Maybe with a little encouragement I would pick this up again.
As well as some suggestions and ideas because I really don't know how to continue this.
Also some suggestions for a name for the whole thing would be nice. <3
Taste of Freedom
Being pushed into the small dirty smelling taxi, unlike the usual black BMW with a driver had freaked me out a bit but its not like I would let the sick fucks that are my relatives know that. So I kept by expression schooled as my great aunt gave a curt goodbye and stuffed a piece of paper in my hands.
As the taxi drove off I watched as the Suna mansion grew smaller in the distance feeling elevated as I silently celebrated my release from that prison that I have called home for the last 16 years.
Regaining composure - not that anyone would be able to tell cause my expression rarely changes. HA. - I realized that I have no clue where I was going and panicked for a second until I saw what was written on the crumpled up paper that was stuffed in my hands telling me my next destination.
And really my brief panic attack made perfect sense since no one told me where I was going and I wouldn't put it past my family to send me with some scycho killer to a wasteland to get "disposed of". Like I said my family is made up of sick fucks. Well maybe not everyone...from what I remember of my two older siblings...they seemed pretty normal but then again they escaped to Konoha to go to school so maybe that's what saved them.
And now I guess I would be joining them.
The paper said that I would be going to Konoha High school and living in the dorms. As well as some mundane information such as address, dress code, school timetable ect.
BUT all that isn't as important as the fact that I would for the first time in years - maybe ever - be without any supervision or guards watching me from windows and following me around.
This is my first taste of freedom
and I'm HOOCKED.
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I watched the downtown streets speed by through the taxi window and couldn't help but feel in control.
But how much control did I really have on the situation? Time to find out.
I tapped the taxi driver lightly on the shoulder and when he looked over quickly asked - before I lost my nerve -
"Can you make a stop at a tattoo parlor?"
It was a simple question that any normal cab driver would listen to imideatly. BUT if he was just another goon working for the family in controling me well then...the LAST thing he would want to do is allow me to get a tattoo.
"Sure" he answered. And I felt instantly relived. "Whatcha gonna get kid, anyway?"
His question caught me of guard for a second cause I haven't even began to think of what I wanted to do at the tattoo parlor. I wasn't even sure I wanted a tattoo.
NO. I know I want a tattoo I even know what kind but I didn't know if I could take the critisism from the family when they found out. Because they would find out since the tattoo I want is:
A Chinese Love character in Red on my FORHEAD!
But they are the ones that let me off their tight leash and I WAS going to do what I want for ONCE.
"I'm thinking of a Red Chinese Love symbol on the side of my forehead." I finally answered nonchalantly.
"Whoah. That's huge. Not a lot of people are willing to get the needles that close to their face. Really I applaud you man."
What he said might have been true but pain was probably one of the last things that worried me about this whole turn of events.
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Couple hours later I was left exhausted - from the stress and just FREAKINESS of having a needle drilling at my head- but still very satisfied with the mark now perminantely on my skin.
Even with my head feeling like it would split open any second I somehow managed to get another cab ride to my new school and stumbled into the deserted building
After what seemed like a couple hours - though in reality it was probably more like 10 minutes I finally found the stupid office that managed - much to my annoyance - to be tucked away at the end of some dimly lit hallway.
Of course if my mind was in a clearer state i might have realized that the reason it was difficult to find was because most of the school was already closed and dark.
Stumbling into the office I was lucky to catch the woman - who I can only assume is the secretary- just as she was getting ready to leave. Once again fighting a fit of dizziness I quickly inform her of my name.
Luckily she recognized my name and was expecting me so I let her take it from there. Pilling me up with forms to fill-out and sigh and choices to make about my courses, clubs ect. As well as a tun of pointless brochures.
Somewhere along the way she seemed to realize I'm not listening and kept silent until the end where she curtly assigned me a dorm room and reminded me that my things will be already there and that I need to pick up my uniform and finish my forms for tomorrow.
She curtly informed me as she gather her own things, "Tomorrow is Saturday so you have the weekend off before your first day of school, try to familiarize yourself with the layout of the grounds by then - lateness to class because you are unfamiliar with the school grounds will not be tolerated."
Afterwards she briskly pushed me out of the office, impatient to get home herself. Leaving me to stumble all over the school grounds in search for the dormitory. I must have found it eventually because next thing I know is I'm tripping over boxes in order to get to the bed and falling asleep as soon as the bed hits my pillow still in my clothes and all.