title: Excuse Me

note1: I finished You're Beautiful (a kdrama) and thought it would make a beautiful fanfiction. It is only loosely based. But here it is. I got the idea to write this a while ago, and Miss. Webster, this is for you. Love you~ (and you better watch You're Beautiful by the end of this story. Seriously.) I Hope I can give the story justice.

disclaimer: Must I explain myself?

Sakura was a quiet, plain girl. She liked her life the way it was, and didn't care too much for city life. Everything there seemed to revolve around money and fame, none of which had proven to be a good thing in her family line.

"Sakura!"

Chuckling to herself, the small pink haired girl dried her hands on the dirty red rag hanging from her shorts, and made her way out of the stable. This must be good if Tsunade was already yelling for her. It was only noon, and the woman knew that this whole hour was dedicated to Sakura's favorite animals, horses. Though, knowing her guardian, she was about to be asked to go on another alcohol run.

Before entering their house, she looked around the scenery. She really was going to miss this farm, and everything that went along with it. Even if some things could have been better.

"Yes, Tsunade?" She said as she walked into the living room where she had been called. The tall and quite voluptuous blonde, who happened to have been best friends with her mom, sadly had a bad habit of drinking and gambling; neither of which she did well. It was a feat that she hadn't sent them into a crazy debt already.

"Go to the liquor store and get me some alcohol. I don't care which kind." The woman ordered gruffly, not looking away from her domino tiles. From what Sakura could tell, the woman was on a bad losing streak again, which is most likely the main reason she wanted the alcohol.

Letting out a rather loud resigning sigh, the small girl shook her head and smiled. "What are you gonna do when I'm gone, huh?" She mumbled as she turned to leave.

Surprisingly, the blonde woman replied softly before the pinkette left the room, "Don't remind me."

The dirt road that connected their farm and the town was not a very long one. The lush grassland that surrounded it was beautiful, and Sakura took her time to enjoy the sight for what, unbeknownst to her, is most likely the last in a really long time. The wind blowing through her long pink hair, which was only partially restrained by her helmet and the sun's rays on her skin, was definitely something that she was going to be yearning for. Her small red motorcycle was her only mode of transportation and freedom and she loved it to pieces for it.

Waving to the farmer that had his cows grazing, the girl noticed a small black car following her. It was a rarity to see such a clean and new car around the area, and she had to remind herself to look at the road instead of the small mirror. Not wanting to slow the person down, she moved over to the side of the road, giving it more than enough space to pass her. As she watched it through her mirror, she noticed it following her to the side and slowing down. Not thinking much on it, she sped up a bit and moved to the other side.

"Probably wants to go the other way." She explained to herself. As soon as she moved all the way over, the car speed past her, just as she expected. However, as soon as it was completely ahead of her, the person slammed on his breaks, forcing Sakura to screech to a halt.

"What the…" She mumbled, watching the car door open up, letting out the tall white haired man. If the car wasn't an obvious sign that he was from the city, his appearance was. The suit and tie looked expensive; his hair was most likely bleached and spiked to make it stick out on all angles in a way that was so not natural.

Clearing his throat, he beamed at her and took off his sunglasses, "You know Gaara?" He asked, his gaze firmly planted on her.

'What does he want with my brother?' She thought to herself before thinking of a response. On one hand, she didn't want to be entangled with any problems he might have gotten himself into, but on the other, she wants to help him out if he really is in trouble.

But what if this man just wanted to get something from her in her brother's name?

After some debate, the girl replied, "Who're you?"

"You know Gaara, right?" He repeated himself, the already large smile brightening as he got closer to her. He didn't wait for her reply as he unbuckled her helmet and took a good long look at her features.

"Damn." He exclaimed, "Perfect." He muttered to himself.

Deciding that the weirdo did enough, Sakura did what came naturally to her. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

The blond man's expression immediately fell and he quickly looked around, making sure no one was around.

"No, don't do that!" He pleaded, "C'mon. Please! Miss calm down!" Without really thinking, he placed his hand on top of her mouth in an attempt to muffle her rather shrill scream. People would get the wrong idea, and then what?

Sakura, now a bit angered, purposefully lifted her leg in an attempt to kick him where the sun-don't-shine.

Almost instantly, the hand that was once covering her mouth disappeared and a loud string of curses followed.

Curling into himself in an attempt to protect himself from further abuse, the blond raised his head to look at the petite girl. "What…. What was that for?" The man grunted out, his voice an octave higher than it had been previously.

"Pervert~!" She screamed, she smacked him across the face with her helmet for good measure, and turned on her bike ready to leave the premises before he could get up. She really didn't want to know what he wanted. It couldn't be good.

"Gaara no Sabaku! The next youthful member of S.N.S.!" A tall black haired man exclaimed exuberantly at his board members.

The number one boy band in the states was looking for their newest member, and interviewed about three hundred applicants to see which would fill the open spot. Needless to say, the decision was difficult; however, their choice was the best.

"His voice is so youthful!" The man struck a pose, tears in his eyes as he remembered the boy's voice,

"The springs of his youthfulness overflow!"

The meeting room erupted in applause as the enthusiastic man finished his speech.

"Sakura!"

Completely ignoring the blond man following her in the black car, the pink haired girl sped up, racing to get away from him.

"C'mon Sakura! Slow down! I just wanna talk! Your brother is in trouble!"

Debating whether he was serious, Sakura slowed down slightly. He could be telling the truth, and then what?

The blond took advantage of her hesitation, and caught up to her. "You can help him Sakura! Just let me talk!" He exclaimed.

That did the trick. The shiny red motorcycle slowed down, just as the sleek black sedan screamed to a halt. She wasn't completely sold on the fact that he was telling the truth about her brother, but she might as well risk it. After all, he seemed pretty truthful.

"The reason I came was to tell you about your brother." The blond explained. He handed Sakura a picture of her brother, one she hasn't seen.

Gaara had dreamed of being a superstar since she could remember. His red hair, green eyes, and personality are practically identical to hers (even if her hair is a bit lighter than his). The picture showed his love of black leather jackets and eyeliner. His pale skin jumped out and made him look as though he had a certain glow.

Sakura's green eyes lifted from the picture and silently urged the man to spit out what he wanted to say.

"His dream was finally fulfilled! He's the newest member of S.N.S.!" He exclaimed happily, his arms flailing about his frame when he got to the part of the band name.

"S…. What?" She asked, not knowing what the man was talking about. She assumed that he was expecting a more enthusiastic reaction being that his face fell, but she didn't really follow much of the fame business. She was content playing the piano in her room and singing to herself.

"S.N.S…. Only the most popular boy band ever." With his head bobbing and hands flailing about, it took Sakura all she had to keep herself from bursting out into laughter. She really didn't know the band, but she was excited for her brother. His dreams were coming true, and he was one step closer to being a superstar.

"That's really great!" She exclaimed, a brilliant grin plastered on her face, "But what's the problem?"

The once happy and excited man immediately calmed down and gave the girl a sheepish smile. Sakura had no idea what the problem with the situation was, and clearly, the man had come to ask of her help.

"Well, the thing is. You can help him." He replied vaguely, scratching the back of his head.

No matter how much her gut was telling her not to take the bait, she knew that the man was sincerely asking for her help in a matter that she cared about. If it was for her brother, she would do practically anything. He was the only direct family that she knew.

"Anything."

Suddenly, the tall blonde kneeled on the ground. His expression became serious as he firmly looked into her eyes and exclaimed,

"Please become Gaara."

note2: I hope you guys liked it~

note3: Reviews make me happy :)