A/N: Welcome to my latest fic. Warning: There will be a lot of sensitive subjects, especially in later chapters, a lot of foul language, and violence. Be open to anything happening. Anyhow, enjoy if you continue reading.

I do not own Naruto.

Chapter One

Repulsive

It was just another day.

Just another fucking day in this messed up world.

Ironic. Me, Gaara Sabaku, thinking of the world as 'messed up'. The world is screwed because people like me exist. Dark, twisted entangled lives only prevailing in bringing the rest of society into the abyss of torturous paranoia and depression. That's right, I am the fear in their eyes, when words become taboo and sweaty shivers reveal that I have created a phobia in every single one of them.

I sighed as I leaned my elbow onto my desk, shifting my eyes to the unfortunate students who were placed around me. They quickly turned their heads, and I had to laugh mentally. I wondered what went through their minds when they laid their eyes on me. Did they shudder at the sight of me, did they feel like gagging, did they want to cry?

I was sure of it. It's true, I'm a repulsive.. thing. Human? No, barely. Maybe a demon, devil. Satan. I've been called all of the above, multiple times. Sometimes I amused myself by walking into the local Church. Christ couldn't save me, because I sure did enjoy hissing when they threw holy water in my face. If only I could snap a picture of all their faces when I started to recite a Latin phrase in the most demonic my voice could sound, which was already somewhat demonic to begin with. Diabolus est hic tecum! Their expressions were devastatingly hilarious. Looking at them would make my fucking day.

Especially right now.

I grabbed an exacto knife out of my bag, putting the blade to the desk and carving yet another word into it. This desk would most likely be thrown out when summer came around, I'd done quite a number on it. Various different words were etched into the wood, pain, death, Satan, fuck everyone, kill yourself. I was sure the teacher thought I was fucked, too. Placing the knife down on the desk, I looked over my masterpiece. Repulsive. It was the word of the day. The word of my life.

I looked at those around me once more, my face it's usual blank state as they quickly turned their heads again. I waited, any moment, soon...

"Gaara."

Just as I predicted, the teacher called my name, and I would take my usual routine through everyone's desks to stand before her in all my glory. When I came to a stop, she gave me the same look she always did. Here it comes.

"How many times do you have to be told. Go to the principle, now."

Standing there, I stared at her for a moment, tilting my head slightly. Taking a step forward, I placed my hands on her mahogany desk, giving a malicious grin. She looked at me, baffled, and I leaned forward to shorten the distance between our faces. "I only have to be told as many times as you need to. I will bypass your mistake for today, however, ma'am, because I was dying to get the fuck out of here."

Her eyes were wide as I stuck up my middle finger, making my way out of the classroom. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I travelled down the quiet halls, scaring whoever happened to be walking my way. I considered the damage I had done already, would I make it worse? I sighed and stopped at the principles office, knowing I'd be setting my death bed if I left the school. I already caused enough shit in the last week, and my father wasn't too keen on my behaviour. Or me, at that.

Stepping into the all too familiar office, I took in my surroundings, only to feast my eyes upon the school clown. Standing in the doorway, I caught the attention of the one and only Uzumaki Naruto. As usual, his eyes were wide and pointed right at me. Even after all this time, he still couldn't get it right. He stared at me as I sat down, making me furious. Unlike everyone else, this kid always stared. I wasn't sure if he was mentally retarded, or if he just wanted to get the shit beaten out of him, but he didn't seem to realize I hated being outright stared at.

"Heh, my good ol' pal in crime."

For some reason, this shit face thought we were buddies. Just because we both ended up in the principles office, just because we spent more time being ridiculed than praised, just because nobody really liked him either. He was an annoying ass hole, and this wasn't some stupid fairy tale where two people who were hated found friendship in each other. "I'm not your fucking pal."

I need to get one thing straight; I'm nothing like this guy. Of course, we did have our similarities, but we're two completely different people. He caused shit to get attention, jumped around acting like a complete tool. I'm quiet, bubbling in my own misery, just hated because I'm not your average Joe. Yeah, the way I am and the things I do aren't really great things in society, but I don't attack if I'm not provoked.

"Man, you got a porcupine up your ass!"

I didn't find his joke funny at all, rubbing my temples as he laughed his ass off. I stared forward, trying to keep my mind off strangling the blonde buffoon. He stopped laughing to my relief, though leaned his head close to me and poked my arm. I just about punched him in the face, but I kept the best composure as I could, turning my head slowly to glare him down until he ducked his head in defeat and left me alone. Of course, it just wasn't my day.

"Hey, why do you wear so many elastics on your arm?"

I couldn't believe he had made it as far as he did. He was just lucky I couldn't smack his head off the wall while in the secretary's view. Looking down at my arms, I watched as he grabbed the closest one to him and pulled it closer to his face. The touch of his hands sent fire through my veins, grinding my teeth and clenching my fist as he examined my arm. Glancing at the secretary, I cursed mentally. Her eyes were right on me, almost threatening me. If I made one wrong move, I was done.

"Where'd you take these from, vegetables? ..Oh wow.."

I could feel him pull down some of the elastics, digging my nails into the arm of the chair and staring at the woman behind the huge desk. I contemplated the time it would take for her to get around it before pulling me off the stupid fool who was treading on thin ice. No, he was farther than that. He had cut a hole in the ice and was now fishing. I shut my eyes tight and hoped desperately for him to burst into flames. Why didn't anyone ever assist me! They just allowed me to be poked and prodded until I lost it, then punished me for reacting, and sent me home to be punished twice as hard. "Uzumaki.."

"I didn't think the fearsome Gaara cut-"

"Please." I interrupted him with a word I barely ever used, coming out in a raspy whisper. He stopped talking, letting go of my wrist and continuing to stare at me. I pulled my arm into my lap and curled my hands together, turning my head. Another rumour to be spread around about me. I wondered why everyone was so interested in talking about someone they either didn't give two shits about, hated, or feared. So many rumours had been spread about me it was a complete joke. No, it wasn't even a joke anymore, it was just mindless nonsense.

"Sorry.."

Just as I looked up at him, the principle came out and shouted his name, causing us both to jump and turn our attention onto her. I watched as he stood up, grinning sheepishly at me before disappearing into her office, the door being slammed by the fuming Tsunade, Ms. Dinosaur Tits. I slouched back in my chair, catching the secretary's eyes again and trying not to glare. She looked at me as if I was worse than the dirt on her highly expensive shoes.

"You're lucky you didn't try anything, Gaara."

I kept from telling her to go fuck herself, like I'd made the mistake of doing before. Last time I told her off, she relayed false information to my father about me setting the cafeteria's garbage on fire and trying to shove someone's head into it. Of course, my attempts to tell the truth only made me look like a liar and got me beaten three more times than I should have been. This school was sick. But of course, I was beyond sick.

I could hardly believe I was the younger one in this scenario. In fact, I was surprised at my age in general. I didn't feel like a thirteen year old, not one bit. I could easily pass for an adult if it wasn't for my shorter than average and incredibly thin body. I don't even use the same vocabulary as almost every other student in this school. Sinking into my train of thought, one person in the school came to my mind. Shikamaru, the school's genius. He'd be someone I could have a decent conversation with, I'm sure, if it wasn't for the fact that he thought I was a freak. I had heard him whisper it on many occasions to his constantly eating friend, ducking his face when I dazzled him with my now famous death glare.

Brought back to reality by the office door opening, I looked up to see Naruto wave at me, leaving. I turned my gaze onto the principle, her eyes glued to mine and a finger beckoning me to enter. I stood, walking into her dreaded domain and sitting in that same metal framed chair that I find myself in a lot. Waiting for her to sit, I kept my eyes down, knowing better than to be an ass hole in here.

"So, the brat with the rich family thinks he can pull shit in my school and get away with it, huh?"

Her voice was demanding, bouncing off the walls and crash landing into my ears, making me squint at the floor. She started typing on her computer, and I knew what was coming, I'd been down this road enough times.

"Kurenai sent me an email about your yet again disrespectful words and behaviour. Sabaku, who the hell do you think you are? You get no special treatment here."

"I know that." I was sure it would be obvious at this point that I got no special treatment at all, nowhere. Not home, not here, not anywhere. Sometimes I believe what they say about blondes, dumb as a stump. Both her and Naruto could go hit rocks over their heads and die.

"Then why do you keep making the same mistakes!"

I closed my eyes as she shouted at me, holding onto the arms of the chair and lowering my head. I just wanted out of there as soon as possible, and that involved becoming submissive to defeat. I knew she was right, anyway. I was told to go to the office for vandalizing, but I made it worse by opening my mouth. I allowed her to continue on her tangent about me being a despicable child and waited for my freedom to come.

"It's lunch in five minutes, leave my office, and stop making it a habit to come back. You'll receive another phone home to that lovely father of yours."

I almost barfed at her choice of words, nodding and getting the hell out of there as quickly as I could. I bypassed the stupid bitch of a secretary, avoiding her hateful eyes and practically running out the door. Just as I got out, the bell rang, and hoards of students swarmed out of classrooms, laughter and squeaky footsteps, screams of joy. It all invaded my mind at once and I covered my ears, standing directly in front of the main office and shutting my eyes tight. I was usually in the safety of the back of the classroom or far from the school by this time, because the noise.

The noise.

Overwhelming noise. I might as well have had my head bashed in. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up, my eyes wide.

Whoever it was, they were going to die.