Naruto pov

I kinda felt bad for doing that to gaara. I mean he did save me after all.. but I bet he knows it was all just messing around, he wouldn't care. I still can't believe he had bedside manner... all of a sudden, I hate my brain. It was nice when he acted like that but I pissed him off so he went back to his normal, intimidating as hell, self. "Won't I ever learn to be normal?"

"Oh uhm heyyy Gaara." I looked up and he was leaning on the door frame casually. I was sent into a panic attack wtfdoIdowhyishehereishegonnakill meaaaa!? My brain is an endless line of dialogue no healthy person would be able to stand.

"Cut the bullshit kindness. Tell me about the demon."

"Well uhm there's really not much to know, i-"

" I said cut the bullshit. Even at full power, your demon and mine canceled out [an. End of chunin exams]. I can't have that. The only reason my village hasn't killed me yet is because they can't, I might aswell make some shred of my miserable life useful and be a weapon."

I was speechless. I didn't know they treated him like that too.. I thought it was just me. I was so lost in this thought that I forgot that Gaara was even there. A tear slipped down my cheek unwillingly. That was another thing they didn't like about me. I cried. They made me sorry I ever felt emotion to begin with. Gaara seemed a bit confused at my tears, as though he didn't quite know how to react. He faltered, looking very unsure, his face switching between soft, neutral, and intimidating. He stood for quite some time contemplating, beginning to say something and then stopping, he seemingly got more and more angry each time. "Is something wrong?" I finally ask, simply because it got so uncomfortable watching him be so indecisive. He looked me dead in the eye and became entirely motionless.

"Of course not.. but since you are hurt, how is your wound? I can't see the nurses making such a fuss over something so normal unless-"

"Well actually it's uh... it's gone." I lifted up my bloodied shirts and underneath lay only a scar. Gaara's face was at first shocked, then curious, then very angry. He stormed out of the room, and I'm not really sure if it was more frantic or pouty, to be quite honest. But I was very angry with myself.. I had just scared off the first person I've ever met to have such a similar and yet so different life to mine. He's the village leaders's son and yet he is hated just as much if not more than I am. I'm too intrigued to let this go nowhere.

A/n: heyyyy... it's been a while... school is hard. I'm sorry. If you guys think I'm taking too long to update, yell at me in the comments to remind me. As always, corrections are welcomed, as I often times have grammatical errors. I really hope you guys liked this, thanks for reading!