Volunteer Madman

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Summary: As far as Gaara can tell, nobody will ever get close to him. But when he lands in the insane asylum, he develops a certain... affinity... Rated T for now. GaaHaku, other pairings later. Review, please!

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Don’t worry, a one-shot crack-fic is coming next, I just wanted to get this out of my system first. :D

Awright here goes. *cracks knuckles* Enjoy, or get all depressed.

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Volunteer Madman

Chapter 1:

Friends were supposed to help you, right?

Not in his case.

Nobody ever helped him, even when he was tired or sad. Not even if he had gotten beaten up that day at school. They would just ignore him and he would have to limp upstairs to the bathroom and dress his wounds himself, silent tears littering the floor.

Did they even care? He couldn’t tell. From the way they treated him, like an unwanted fly, like a piece of trash, a burden they had been forced to carry. Every single person he went to for help just told him to get over it; it would stop if he would just be a good boy. Unfortunately, in his situation, that was not an option.

So he had grown up like this, rejected, shunned, shoved to the edge of existence, only getting peace when they didn’t notice he was there, when he didn’t complain. Learning not to make any sort of sound or noise was the hardest part for him.

Not only did he have to deal with all this shit, he had to go to school, and find food somehow; most days, he didn’t get anything, and he went to sleep hungry.

Eventually, he got used to it.

“Hey! Hey, Gaara!”

He turned around. What the hell was that kid thinking, talking to him? He’d get raped, or killed, or worse.

“Gaara! Gaara, wait!”

He stopped for a moment, letting his head fall back onto his neck to look at the clouds. He sighed. School sucked, but this annoying kid was worse. Eventually, the kid would learn better than to approach him, if he liked not hurting worse every single day than the morning before, until any inkling of an impulse to go approach Gaara was beaten out of him by the haters who roamed the school, their numbers growing faster whenever some baka got the bright idea to talk to him again.

The kid caught up to him, and hunched over, breathing heavily, resting his hands on his knees. Slowly, carefully, Gaara turned around, plastering a frown across his face, to look at the strange boy who would talk to him, on his own; he must not have been aware of the consequences. Gaara smirked. Not his fault what the assholes at school would do to this idiot once the news reached them, that someone had treated Gaara like a person, with kindness, had spoken his name, called out. Plenty of that later; for now, what did this moron want from him?

The pale blond boy looked up at Gaara, who was waiting for him to speak, the frown still present. A familiar flicker of fear flew past the impostor’s eyes, making Gaara smirk momentarily. He waited for the other to speak.

“Hey, Gaa- um… hi.” He realized his mistake, too late, but he pressed on. “You’re going to school, right? Yeah? Can I go with you?” He got no answer, which was to be expected. “Alright, ok then. C’mon, let’s go.” He straightened up, and walked past the redhead, who sighed again, and turned to follow him.

Poor kid. Must be retarded or something. He smirked to himself. What do I care?

Sitting on the steps, waiting for lunch to be over, Gaara was thinking. He had plenty of time; it wasn’t like anyone wanted to be anywhere near him, anyway. He took another bite out of his sandwich. As usual, he had no idea what was inside it, and he had no intention of finding out. Last time he had tried that, he was sick for a month. Chewing slowly, he considered the morning’s incident.

What did that kid want, anyway? Did he think Gaara was going to be his friend or something? Not that they would let Gaara have a friend even if he wanted one. He’d seen what they had done to the kid; hopefully, he wasn’t planning on trying that again anytime soon. Tch. Whatever.

Gaara threw the remains of his sandwich into the dumpster on the corner of the school building, and walked around the opposite side of the main plaza. Why was he still here, anyway? It wasn’t like anyone wanted him there, except for his goddamn uncle. He’d rather be at some shitty school where he could be alone and nobody would bother him, or anyone who wanted to be his friend, to talk freely, to even be able to avoid the whispers that always echoed down the halls. Even if he couldn’t…. he could figure something out.

He had an idea. It would work; he was sure of it. His reputation as a psycho was well known; that would make it so much easier. A rare grin split his face, and the girls walking down the hall past him sped up, huddling together warily.


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