Like I said, I promised a story. Here's one. :)

hope you like it. X

Sometimes you think you're doing something right. Sometimes you think you're doing something wrong, but still doing it. Sometimes you don't know what you're doing AT ALL. You might regret your decisions later on. You might not.

Well that's how I'm feeling right now. Stepping nervously outside the air cooled cab, and letting the humid breezes of Suna adapts my skin. It's not what I would call a 'Fresh Start' but its close enough. I looked towards my 'new home' and all I see is a lonely pathway leading towards the 2 stories built white house. It was an average house, nothing special, nothing different or unique about it.

It suites my liking, I didn't want it to be something special.

I grabbed my belongings from the boot of the taxicab, few luggages, and few backpacks that fitted all my items. I kindly gave the stressed driver the money, which I owned him, and drove off. There. I've never felt so lonely, even the presence of a stranger, the bald taxi driver, would make me feel complete safe. No turning back now.

I entered the house filled with various shapes of brown boxes. I'm glad those men did their job. I got a lot of work to do; I never thought that I would complete unpacking within 3 days, in time for school! I sighed and sat in a plastic covered sofa.

Time to get started.

Painted. Scrubbed. Washed. Cleared. But I could never finish in time with just me sorting this house. As long as I already finished one room which was the kitchen. I got everything in place, the microwave, cups and mugs, plates and utilities, all I need to complete the kitchen is... food. I sighed once more when my stomach rumbled.

There was a loud knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat. Who could this be? Carefully, and hesitantly, I opened the door. There, stood three strangers. One green-eyed blonde girl, who seems to be older than me, stood with a tray of food with a warm smile. Next to her was a boy with a weird hat with a matching bizarre face painting and smiling freakishly, and next to him was a boy. Boy who seems to my age, with a fiery red hair. Above his left sea-foam-green eyes, was a red kanji, a symbol of 'love', his gazed averted to something else, as if my presences was not good enough for him or that this bores him.

"Hi. I'm Temari!" The blonde girl spoke after a long silence. "This is Kankuro," she pointed at the face-painted guy, "and this is Gaara. We're the Subaku family."

I nodded and tried my best to smile. I appreciate them being friendly and neighbourly, but I couldn't see their resemblance.

"Oh, and this is for you." She said handing me a tray of freshly baked cookies.

"Oh thank you." I accepted their generosity, "Um, why don't you guys come in." It was all I can do for them for now.

They come in, one by one, trailing themselves inside my messy home. They sat in the plastic covered sofa, looking around.

"Wow, some home you got here." Said the guy who was wearing a hat... what was his name again? Kankuro?

I chuckled. "It's barely a home yet. Sorry, it's a little messy."

"No, we're sorry. We're disturbing you." Temari apologised.

"No." I said rather quickly as they were about to get up, I sounded desperate. I felt my cheeks' temperature rose. I didn't want them to go, it was the only opportunity to talk to them, get to know them and maybe become friends later on... "Please, you're not disturbing me."

Kankuro cleared his throat, and Temari shifted uncomfortably. Gaara on the other hand seems to be less intrigued by the conversation, no one could blame him. He just sat there looking outside the window, never said a word or some form of emotion.

"So, where did you come from?" Kankuro asked. I'm glad he tried to make small talks.

"I came from the Leaf village."

"Oh, I know that place. That is a little far from here. I know a person from the Leaf." Temari smiled.

"Oh, really? I probably might know this person."

"Um... actually my brothers and I know this person. You know, Shikamaru Naara?"

I couldn't believe that they now the person that I usually hangs around with us. He offered some wise advices to me late last night as I was about to leave; like, "Don't talk to strangers" and "when you see a shady looking man following you. Run." He was the best friend of my brother, and I always see him as a brother too.

I nodded vigorously. "Yes I know him too. He's one of my close friends, actually. How did you know him? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, he was in for a business and worked for a while where I was working." She answered with a dreamy smile.

"So, how come you moved?" Kankuro asked surprisingly took me by surprised.

"Kankuro." A different voice spoke with authority.

"I don't want to talk about it." I muttered. I could feel an extra pair of eyes staring at me.

"Sorry..." He struggled. Took me a while to noticed and realised why he was struggling.

"Oh. Sorry, I'm Sakura Haruno." I said with a force smile, trying not to let the previous question affect me now.

"That's a lovely name, like the cherry blossom huh? Matches your hair." Temari sniggered.

"Never know someone with a PINK hair!" Kankuro exclaimed jokingly.

I laughed, for how many hours now. I laughed.

"Well, we need to go now. If you need anything at all, we are just next door to your right." Temari stood, followed by her brothers.

"Thank you, pleasure to meet you all." And it was. I'm glad that I'm not all alone after all.

They left, one by one, they left through the door. They came in as complete strangers, now came out as... well, more like acquaintance.

They make me feel welcomed, at least tries to. Gaara barely said a word, except saying Kankuro's name. But they tried to be friendly. They put effort to be neighbourly.

And that's all matters to me now.

So what do you think?

Like it/Love it? Going good so far?