Title: Insanity
Pairings: GaaLee
Rating: T
Description: They say I've lost my sanity just because I hear voices in my mind.
"You're starting to become fatigued, are you ok, Gaara-kun?" The voice was obviously mocking; the undertones of laughter in the creature's voice making him want to strangle the monster.
As much as he wanted to wrap his pale hands around the creature's strong neck and just throttle him, he said nothing, keeping absolutely silent as he sat in the waiting room of a large recreational center. Said center was giving classes to help people with life problems, and his bitch of a father forced him to go.
He wanted to strangle his father as well.
"Ohh, Gaara-kun!" The monster cooed, "Are you sure you don't want to go to bed? You could easily ditch this place and go back home and get some rest…"
Shut up you vile beast! He hissed in thought. He would have preferred to scream it at the top of his lungs, but that would scare the people who currently surrounded him.
It laughed at him, "Ohh, little Gaara-chan is angry at Mr. Shukaku!" He was still very tongue-in-cheek.
Go die. The people around him were starting to notice the intense grip he had on the chair's arm rests. His pale knuckles looked like they were covered in chalk and his eyes were burning holes in the floor from the hotness of his glare. He didn't notice he was doing any of these.
"Take a deep breath through your nose, count to ten, and then exhale through your mouth."
Gaara blinked at the new sound. He looked up to his right, his hands becoming loose and calm and his glare was replaced with a rather dull but still questioning glint.
The boy who spoke to him smiled, the enamel of his teeth was a bright white.
Gaara was envious.
"Pft, this kid is a freak. Common' Gaara-kun, ditch this place and go have a good time!" The demon urged.
Shut up! "I don't think that would work for me." He replied. Gaara noticed that the people who were previously staring at him were now again staring.
The boy continued to smile and sat down in the chair to his right. He held out a scarred hand, "Hello, my name is Rock Lee. It is a pleasure to meet you." He greeted cheerfully.
Gaara's eyes were transfixed on the large gash of a scar that ran across the palm of his hand. His mind stood blank…
"Shake his hand and say your name, moron." His beast hissed, rather pissed off at the moment. It made him wonder what his beast's gender was, because it sounded like his sister during her period…
He grasped Lee's hand limply, "I'm Gaara." He replied in monotone.
The boy enthusiastically shook his hand; the large eyebrows that rested just above his eyes (which he had just noticed a moment ago) rising higher into the ends of his bowl cut hair.
He glanced in Lee's dark eyes, instantly overwhelmed by the innocent glint it held. He couldn't help himself though and took yet another look: this time unable to look away. He expected someone who seemed so happy to have light colored eyes: such as a blue or light hazel, but his were almost black. He could barely see the pupil in Rock Lee's eyes, and it made him feel insecure.
Lee blinked and continued to shake his hand. He stopped suddenly and laughed nervously and let go of his hand. "I-I'm sorry Gaara-sama," He mumbled, eyes casting down onto his knees.
"Gaara-sama! Haha! That is rich!"Gaara glared at a distant wall. I told you to shut up, didn't I?
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Gaara sat lazily on the lounge chair that was placed in the room: the only lounge chair in the room. It was group therapy, apparently, and the other members of the group were pissed. They wanted his chair…
He watched Lee gently press his tongue against his teeth, his tongue gently pushing out of the small gap where is tooth used to be.
"That boy is way too happy to be messed up like you, Gaara-chan! What do you think his problem is?"
I don't really care. Gaara retorted.
"Well, considering all those scars, I bet he cuts himself!" His beast was much too happy about the idea of the other boy inflicting harm upon him.
He's too happy to be doing that, you fucking moron. Gaara hissed. Why was he replying anyway?
"True, true… Well, than maybe it was—""Ok!" The therapist said happily as he entered the room.
He watched from the corner of his eye at a very fidgety Lee. What was his problem anyway?
"Alright, since this is a safe environment to share one's feelings, shall we first introduce ourselves and tell the other's what seems to be wrong?" The therapist suggested, his brows rose, "I'll go first! I am Iruka and I have problems with my OCD!"
The room was silent as they watched the strange man gently stop smiling and started to tap the tip of his finger on the wood of his chair. The tapping became erratic and than it gained rhythm.
Iruka pointed towards the quiet girl sitting to his right.
"M-M-My name is Hinata, a-and I-I-I have shy problem." She murmured weakly, a blush covering her entire face and neck.
He indicated to the girl sitting next to her, the school tramp from what Gaara could see.
She tossed her long strand of blonde hair over her shoulder and puckered her lips boredly, "I'm Ino," She said boredly, "and I'm way too pretty for you people."
"Yeah right!" A blonde haired boy yelled, pointing an accusing finger at her, "Every time you eat, Ugly, you rush to the bathroom to throw it up!"
"Shut up, you fucking ass!" She screeched.
"Ok, ok, split it up!" Iruka urged, his tapping becoming fast and rhythmic, "You?" He indicated to the blonde.
The boy puffed out his chest and struck a sitting pose, "I'm Naruto! And my teachers tell me I can't pay attention and they say me not having parents is the reason why!"
The group of eyes shifted away from Naruto and than shifted on Lee. He fidgeted in his seat, his hands clasped together roughly, and his face heating up gently. "My name is Lee,"
"Ohh, I can't wait to see what this kid's problem is!" Gaara's monster said giddily.
"And I am beaten… By my father…" He mumbled quietly, his zeal no longer filling his whole being and rather a quiet, gentle, and very hurt feeling slowly radiated off of him and filled the room.
The room was silent for a moment as the people slowly took in the information.
"Does he know you're here?" Iruka asked.
He shook no, eyes glued to the floor.
The other's eyes were already averted from Lee and rested on Gaara, waiting for him to speak.
"I am Gaara and I hear voices in my mind."
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"Good going, you fucking idiot!" His beast hissed angrily.
Gaara sat still in his white padded chair in the waiting room of yet another place where some psychotherapist would tell him that hearing voices in his mind was not normal and that he needed serious help, and blah, blah, blah…
Shut your mouth, Shukaku, he thought, I'm still surprised you're not blabbing about Lee's problems.
"Yeah, well, he's not special like you, Gaara-kun."
I'm not special so go die.
His beast chuckled at this, but settled down nonetheless. This was perfect timing as well, because the 'doctor' had entered the room and beckoned him into the other.
The red haired boy mumbled to himself and sulked over towards the door. He glanced back at the empty waiting room, cursed to himself under his breath, and walked into the room.
The man sat down and crossed his legs. His left eye was covered by a round eye patch, which made Gaara wonder how he had hurt or lost his eye.
"So, Gaara, what does this voice tell you?" The white haired doctor asked.
He averted his eyes lazily, "Nothing much." He mumbled, "Just his opinions on things."
"Like what?"
Gaara paused.
"That eye patch makes him look gay. Don't you concur Gaara-kun?""He says your eye patch makes you look gay." He mumbled.
The therapist was unfazed, "Ok, and do you think this eye patch makes me look gay?"
Shukaku started laughing insanely in his mind, finding the comment wonderfully funny.
"No."
---
He stalked down the street, his hands shoved deep down in his pant's pocket. Kankurou followed suit a yard away, his eyes ogling at the nicely shaped woman. Temari followed the middle child and sighed.
"How was therapy?" Temari asked, her hands sliding on her hips.
"It was horrible." He mumbled.
"That's ok, therapists are freaks anyway." She encouraged and smiled.
"Oi, Gaara-sama!" Some yelled and the sound of old sneakers hitting pavement drew closer.
He blinked and peered over his shoulder and saw the green clad boy rush up to him. Gaara's eyes lingered on Lee's black jeans and green pinstripe sweater. His hands were still uncovered and he could clearly see the large scar that had intrigued him before; on his feet, he wore worn out sneakers that were caked with dirt. There was a fresh bruise forming over his eye.
"What happened to you?" Gaara asked sharply.
"He was beaten!" Shukaku sung.
Lee stopped his jogging and locked his eyes onto the pavement near his shoes. He mumbled something, but the only thing Gaara could make out was: He was angry.
Shut up, or I'll beat you! Gaara threatened.
"Pft, you can't even touch me, so how are you going to beat me?" He mocked, "Yeah, that's what I thought, Mr. Crazy-chan."
"Who is this, Gaara?" Kankurou spat, pointing to Lee.
"Kankurou, Temari, this is Rock Lee. Lee, this is my older brother Kankurou and my older sister Temari." He introduced, pointing towards the correct people as he announced their names.
"Eh, nice to meet you Lee." Temari greeted awkwardly.
He bowed quickly, "N-Nice to meet you too!"
"Lee," Gaara barked suddenly, making the boy snap his attention (and his head, painfully) towards the younger, "Come with me."
He said good-bye to the siblings and followed after the red-haired boy.
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"Dear God Gaara, why are you doing this to me?" His beast whined in disgust.
Lee panted, his arms and back cold while everywhere else was burning hot. "G-Gaara-sama."
He pressed his lips against the others gently, their lips pressing and moving together. Gaara's lips suddenly took attention to Lee's lower lip, making him open his mouth slightly. Gaara attempted to take advantage of this but found that he had his teeth clenched.
The one who heard voices in his mind pressed his hips against Lee's, forcing him against the wall he was pinned to a little harder. His grip on his wrists too tightened slightly and forced them against the wall. He understood that Lee wasn't going to run away, he was enjoying himself too much, but he was compelled to. He had to do it.
He poked his tongue against the small gap where Lee's tooth was missing and grazed the others tongue.
Lee shivered but kept his jaws clenched. He groaned and squirmed.
Gaara pulled away, leaving Lee very unhappy. He tried to smile, but ended up sneering. "How was that, Lee?" He asked, smug.
"Wonderful, Gaara-sama."
"No."
Lee blinked confused, "Hmm?"
"Call me Gaara, please." Gaara informed him, looking intensely at Lee's.
"O-Ok…"
"I hate hormones!"