Sandy Cherry Blossoms

A Gaara and Sakura Fanfic By me

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR NARUTO SHIPPUDEN

The pairings are NaruxHina SasxKarin (he doesn't like it either) ShikaxTemari InoxSai (don't you judge me) and of course for this story only (maybe) GaaraxSaku and sorry Choji I can't think of anyone maybe an O.C. For you buddy.

The First day back to school is never easy, especially for one sleep deprived redhead (we all know who I'm talking about).

"Gaara get your ass up and get ready for school!" Temari yelled from the kitchen. "Kankuro, get up, get Gaara, and get ready for Art school." She yelled. "Alright calm down," Kankuro said. As he entered Gaara's room he could already tell his brother was ecstatic about going to a new school. "Gaara I know you're up so get dressed and for god's sake please don't sneak your knife in," Kankuro ordered. Gaara rose from his scarlet silk sheets (btw those things are comfy as hell) and made his way to his dresser. He picked out his plain black shirt and black skinny jeans, along with a red hoody and vans. He grabbed his iPod and snuck his knife into his pocket and headed downstairs.

"There you are Gaara! I made you some eggs," his sister said sweetly. "No thank you. I'm not hungry," he said in his grievous toned voice. "Oh, ok, well here is five bucks for you to have lunch at school. Also, Kankuro's driving you today. I have an emergency at work and I gotta leave at (looks at watch) NOW, Shit, Shit, Shit!" she cursed out the door. Gaara sighed as he asked Kankuro to leave for school. As they entered the car Kankuro looked to his brother. "Gaara listen to me, I know you've had crappy experiences with school but remember this is a new life so try to make friends, not just for you but for me and Temari. We worry so much about you and you know we love you. (Aww) I have some friends at art school who introduced me to some theirs and one of their brother's is in the same class as you," he said. Gaara sat there silently as the car came to a stop in front of a new place to call hell.

Gaara P.O.V

My brother's speech of friends and love only made me annoyed. I don't need friends who rely on me and me never on them. Plus I am only hated and made fun of; the bags around my eyes due to my insomnia have brought much torment. My red hair was of no help ether, I was raised in the freaking desert and I'm as pale as a ghost, just like the ghost of my mother who died giving birth to me. My uncle tried to kill me because he accused me of killing his sister. He rushed to me with a knife, the knife I hold by my side now, but he had tripped over some sand I must have brought in from outside. In his tumble a part of my heart and mind had snapped. My body was moving on its own, doing want it wanted I just saw in first person to what someone else would have done It grabbed the knife from the floor and jammed it into his skull it was laughing as the red ooze spurted like a sprinkler across my face. I finally got control of

my body and as I did, I questioned myself. "What am I?" Then the next thing I saw was a dark void, I only saw one thing, myself. I asked the same question to it as I did myself, it said "YOU ARE ME, I AM YOU, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME, SHUKAKU." I tried to scream as the supposed demon had answered, but all I could do was pick up the knife and carve a single word into my head, Love.

So waddya think, don't worry the romance am/or comedy will come up soon also didja see the rhyming shit Shukaku threw down? Dayuum son I can write!