this is called: verbal seduction
hypheniated: is the author
the pairing is: Gaara/Sakura
the disclaimer: I wish I owned the song lyrics, and I own none of the characters.
summary: all it took was the art of speech for Gaara to steal Sakura away from Sasuke. GaaSaku.
the inspiration: One of my favourite songs - Seduction by Eminem.
note: this is going to lean strongly on dialogue as the title suggests.
this is: chapter one
They met after she crashed into him outside Araxia, his favourite coffee shop. She was carrying a tall paper cup of a steaming mocha latte and he was wearing a white tank, an open black leather jacket, and a fresh stinging tattoo on his forehead.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" she cried out. Half of the contents were dumped on him.
"…" he looked down on himself, and looked up a little to glare.
He was matched with the clearest emerald green eyes he had ever seen. They were framed with feathery pinkish black lashes and deep purplish bags under her almond shaped eyes.
Startled, he dropped his glare. "It's alright. Not a big deal." he murmured, taking off his jacket.
She handed him a napkin, and he began to wipe off some of the liquid. She began to apologize and ramble profusely.
"I'm really sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going, and I'm so sleepy and-"
He cut her off. "It won't stain. I'll buy you a new whatever you were drinking." Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her inside.
"But…" her doe-like eyes went wide and her cheeks turned pink. "I don't even know you!"
"It's fine. I was going to get something anyways." he said bluntly.
She had no answer to that, so they placed their orders, and stood waiting for their drinks.
He took a minute to have a good look at her.
She was quite petite, only coming up to his shoulder, with a shock of vibrant pink hair covering her head. Judging from her eyebrows, it had to be real.
She was somewhat slender yet voluptuous. With her breasts peeking out of her blouse, seemed to him a perfect handful, with a touch of perkiness. Her bottom, encased in an A-line skirt, was shapely and was begging for a slap.
He spotted an engagement ring, and frowned at the sight. Pity that she was taken. She was rather cute.
He touched her arm. "I'm Gaara no Subaku." he spoke softly, aware that his harsh voice meshed strangely with the lowered tone. "And you are?"
She stared at him for a second in confusion, and introduced herself, breaking into an innocent smile. "I'm Sakura. Sakura Haruno-to-be-Uchiha."
He chuckled. "Strange last name, Sakura Haruno-to-be-Uchiha."
"My boyfriend proposed to me last week." her smile faltered a slight. "It was interesting, to say the least."
"Oh?" he raised a nonexistent eyebrow.
She changed the subject. "Is your hair colour natural?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Is yours?"
"Yes."
"Then so is mine."
There was a slight awkward moment, and then their drinks arrived.
"Would you care to sit down with me, Sakura?" he boldly asked, gesturing to an empty booth nearby.
"I…I suppose." She nervously sat down first, her legs primly together with tense shoulders.
He gave her a funny look, and sprawled across from her, his red and brown high-top sneakers perched on the edge of the table.
He took a long sip of his dark Americano with a shot of espresso, savouring the taste. "Relax." he said suddenly, cocking his head at her with a calculating look on his pale face. "I may look rather rougher than your average tie-wearing male, but I assure you that I'm harmless. I've even got a sister who's a high class fashion designer."
If it was possible, she tensed further, clasping her hands together.
"Come on. You did spill coffee on me. You owe me some company." he offered in explanation. "You look rather sleepless." he commented.
"How do you know that it isn't my makeup?" she shot at him, her eyes full of bottle green fire.
He gave a low whistle. "I'm just making conversation. Can't I make conversation with a pretty woman?" he gave an impish grin. "Especially with one that is unusually engaged so young?" What the heck was coming over him? He usually wasn't this cocky with women he just met.
She flushed an adorable bright pink. "I'm-I'm twenty-three." she stammered.
"I'm twenty-three too." he offered. "And you don't see me engaged to some girl. You see people our age drinking and studying their asses off in university."
"I've been with my boyfriend for five years, ten in love with him." she shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe that's why."
He again raised a nonexistent eyebrow, and hissed at the pain it brought.
"Are you alright?" she inquired, looking at him with bewilderment.
"I have a new tattoo." he pointed at his forehead, where the word for 'love' in Chinese was imprinted. "Ironically it means love."
"Why?"
"No reason I want to share today. I want to hear about your fiancé. You've spent ten years in love with him? What was he doing in that five year span?" he asked brusquely, brushing away the pain.
Sakura eyed his tattoo one last time before turning her attention to her cup. "Sleeping around with other girls." she said so quietly that he almost didn't catch the words.
"Ah."
"When he finally turned his attention to me, I was overjoyed. He's my first boyfriend. The only one I'll ever have." She smiled at the thought.
"You've never had a boyfriend before him?" Gaara asked with a touch of disbelief.
"I was waiting for him to notice me."
He shook his head.
His phone chimed, and he dug in his pocket and flicked it open.
Ino's makin italian food. Come over? – Kiba
The red-haired man texted immediately back.
Expect me. – G
"Who's that?" she asked, twirling a lock of pink hair.
"Buddy of mine. His girlfriend's making dinner and he invited me." he ruffled his red hair.
"I see." she checked the silver watch on her wrist. "I better get going soon. My boyfriend gets uneasy if I'm late."
"Maybe your boyfriend should call you every hour to assuage his worries." he said mockingly, tiring of all this mysterious boyfriend talk. Even Ino or Temari never gushed about their boyfriends like this.
Her mouth dropped open in an expression of indignation. "No. My boyfriend isn't needy." she defended hotly, standing up. "You don't even know him. He's sweet, caring, and shy."
He stood up as well, stripping off his dirty tank top. He received a couple wolf whistles, and Sakura flushed red at the sight of his lightly tanned abs. He put on his jacket and shoved the shirt into his pocket.
"Sorry-about-the-shirt-thanks-for-the-coffee-I'll-see-you-around." she scooted out of the booth and practically bolted out the door, the tips of her ears redder than a tomato.
He chuckled. "See you around." he tossed a tip on the table, and sauntered out of Araxia, heading towards Ino's apartment building. A silly grin crept onto his face, scaring other pedestrians.
She was a delightfully enchanting damsel. Hopefully he'd bump into her again sometime.
Such passion
You'd expect this sort of reaction
From her
Enjoy, and review. I'll update if I get at least five. Pinky-swear.
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