What's there to love? (sasunaru yaoi)

Part 5

Naruto's POV

i slept over at old lady tsunade's again. i know under her 'hate' for me is just her way of showing favoritism. anyway i was called by an unknown caller according to my phone so i answered interested in who it was only to hear "Naruto!" yelled through the phone by a familiar voice where had i heard that? "ooh tobi was a good boy, let me talk" that's when it hit me oh god it was those creeps from Itachi's car, so i quickly hung up before telling old lady that i was going back to my house to get some other clothes. (i had some at her house but they were not the most comfortable clothes) so i got in my apartment and saw i had 23 messages, at least 10 from those creeps and others from friends asking if i was busy. i replied to Shikamaru and Gaara as they were the only ones that sent normal texts like; how are you? and are you busy? kiba obviously didn't realise he could take off caps lock and not send me stupid pictures of him. that reminds me of the time when he got drunk and sent me a nude. god i cringed so hard but the next day i complimented him on being pretty hung 'down there'. he never lived it down. anyway gaara replied almost instantly and told me that he wants to hang out at my house because his foster parents were drunk again. i didn't want to say no to him and i trusted him we had a strong bond stronger than me and kiba's yet a bit less than Shikamaru. so i told him to meet me at the front of my flats. i waited outside until i saw his red hair start towards me. i greeted him before leading him up to my apartment and he was surprised to say the least when i explained why i lived by myself and stuff. i actually felt comfortable telling Gaara though because i knew that he had gone through a similiar experience since everyone knew about his foster parents. i was still tight lipped about my past out on the streets and gangs, street fights and the whole thing afraid that he would look at me differently. i also didn't want to re-live a lot of the experience's especially when i did underground fighting. the blood pouring constant bandages people yelling at me, the crowd roaring everytime i knocked another out. it made my adrenaline rush which scared me, anyway Gaara and i decided that he could stay at my apartment for long periods of time. he even swore to not tell anyone in 'the gang'. it was weird because after i told Gaara a few things he dropped it, i didn't even have to say about my job. for the rest of the day we watched films and ate food that we could find in my apartment so several tubs of ice-cream and many packets of chips (courtesy of Tsunade). i felt relaxed and almost happy for a moment.

//author note//(yes i am changing things up it's now gaara's pov for the rest of this chapter then it's back to naruto or sasuke haven't decided yet)//author note//

Gaara's POV

my foster parents were drunk. again. so i was hit. i could feel the bruise forming on my stomach as she threw an empty bottle at me. i called naruto, i knew that he would understand. he told me to wait outside a block of flats? i saw his blond hair from ages away so i knew i had the right place. he looked so serious it actually scared me for a second.  when he led me up to an empty apartment i was extremely confused, until he dropped the bomb on me. he has no parents, he lived on the streets, he lives by himself, he lives all alone. the emptiness in his eyes could be seen as he started to tell me these things. i noticed he was uncomfortable and i told him lets just watch a film. never had i seen him like this. so broken. vulnerable. so alone. i hated looking at it i saw that he was holding back some of the details about his life as i noticed swirling emotions in his eyes. how did no one notice, us his friends? i feel so stupid. so in return i told him all about my foster parents and the abuse. i watched as his emotions quickly flicked from sad to protective and mad. so we just continued watching jim carrey in the mask. i felt closer to him now and it was comfortable i liked it for once he looked almost happy.