Hey, I wrote this when I was inspired by a movie commercial I saw one night. Enjoy
Red Roses
Gaara sat on a rooftop, surveying his city, Suna. The handsome red head's cold eyes looked over the windy, hot land he called his domain, taking in all of the sights and smells of the city.
He heard a rustling behind him, and he turned to see the Slug Princess Tsunade, a powerful sorceress and healer. Her hazel eyes were glaring at him, probably because he had sent her emissary Ino home crying. Tsunade had been trying to get him to marry a Konoha girl for ages, but Gaara had no interest in any of them.
"Gaara, this is enough," Tsunade said. "You need to marry someone!"
Gaara gave her no answer. He heard his brother Kankuro and his sister Temari land next to him on the ground. "None of the ones you send are good enough," he said coldly as he turned to face the furious Slug Princess.
"This has gone on long enough!" Tsunade roared. "You spoiled brat! How dare you insult Konoha like that?"
"Go home Tsunade, and find someone suitable this time," Gaara said coldly.
That was it for Tsunade. The air whipped around her, making her green coat fly around her. Glowing gold chakra whipped around her body.
"That is it!" she roared, and her chakra began to whip around Gaara. His sand flew up, but it was blocked by the chakra swirling around him.
"You are cursed, Gaara of the Sand," Tsunade said, her eyes glowing gold. "You will be doomed to wander the world as an ugly beast. Until you can love, and be loved back, you will never be able to return to your city or to your family!"
"No!" Temari yelled in vain. "Please Tsunade, stop this!"
"Gaara, hang on!" Kankuro yelled to his brother.
Gaara groaned in pain as fur shot out of his arm. His face was contorted; half of it looked like a tankui demon, with large ears and black eyes. His arm became clawed, and covered with tan fur. His ear became pointy. His gourd dropped to the ground, his sand rising up to try and meet his body.
"I am sending you to a world parallel to ours Gaara. If you cannot find someone there, you will never be able to return home," Tsunade said.
The chakra swirled around Gaara, incasing his body. The chakra became smaller, until it disappeared into the night.
/
Sakura sighed as she walked home from the bar. She and Ino had gone out to drink, and had stayed out a little later than they planned.
Besides, they met Sasuke and Naruto there.
Sakura loved her childhood friend Naruto, but she hated Sasuke. He was a handsome, stupid, positively archaic man. Ino swooned over him, but he was all brawn and no brains. He had always shown an interest in her, but Sakura knew he only liked her for her looks.
He hated smart girls.
Sakura shook her head. She worked hard to become a head doctor at the hospital, and she was damn proud of it.
She pulled down the hem of her black skirt, haring how Ino had dressed her. She was wearing a short, tiered black skirt and a tan tank top tucked into it. A thick black belt went around her waist, with a silver swirl pattern on it. She had silver strappy high heels and a black cardigan over her shoulders.
Sakura pulled her arms around her body as she attracted a couple looks of some of the people around her. She saw a gang of unruly men across the street from her, their stares making her nervous as she walked back to her apartment in Tokyo.
She sped up her speed a bit and they fell behind her. Sakura sighed as she saw them disappear from behind her.
She felt hands grab her, covering her mouth. She was pulled into the alleyway, hands holding her arms behind her. She struggled against her unseen captors, trying to break away. She heard a deep laugh as she attempted to kick the one holding her right arm. She felt one on her right, and one on her left, who was holding his hand over her mouth.
In the dark alley, Sakura could not see any of her attacker's faces. She closed her eyes, fear ripping at her body as she tried to fight back.
She heard some screaming and yelling. Soon the hands disappeared from her body. Sakura heard screams, but she was too scared to turn around.
Fear gripped her heart as she turned, and saw the men that had attacked her on the ground. She dropped to her knees, hugging her body. In the darkness was a figure, standing in the shadows. Sakura looked around and saw five men on the ground, all of them not moving.
Fear gripped her. This person was powerful and strong. Sakura had not even heard him coming.
He had saved her.
This realization made her eyes widen. This mysterious person had saved her. Whoever he was, he couldn't be bad, could he?
"Th…th…thank you," she stuttered a bit, fear still raging in her chest.
"You're welcome," came a cold, frigid voice, devoid of emotions. It made her shiver, sending sparks of fear down her spine.
"Who…who are you?" she asked him, her voice full of fear.
"None of your concern," he said coldly.
"Th…thank you," Sakura said. "For saving my life."
"Hn," was the response she got.
"My name is Sakura," she said, her voice a little stronger. She stood, feeling a little braver in front of her savior. "What is yours?"
"Gaara," the voice said.
"Can... can I see your face?" she asked him.
"Why?" he asked her.
She was at a loss for a second there. "I'd like to see the person who saved me," she said, her voice stronger.
He was silent for a second. "I am a monster," he told her.
Sakura took a step towards him. The light from the on solitary street lit up her features, so he could see her clearly.
His breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful, unlike anything he had ever seen before. Her pink hair shone in the light. Her bright green eyes reminded him of glowing emeralds that adorned his palace in Suna. Her pale, silky skin stood out on her long, lean legs.
Gaara felt his feet moving before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. He stepped into the light.
Sakura saw a young man step out. He had on a pair of ripped jeans and a black hoodie. The hood was pulled up over his face, so that it was hidden from her. His hands were tucked in the pocket of the hoodie, so she could not see them.
Sakura took a step closer to him. He did not move away from her; however he did not lift his head to look at her either. She still could not see his face.
She took another step. They were close, so close that they were less than an arm's length away. Sakura took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. She hesitantly reached out her hand. It inched its way towards her savior's hood, to take it off.
In a second he was gone.
Sakura was left, her hand in the air. She whipped around, trying to find where he was.
Her heart was heavy as she looked around for him. She could see his thin frame under his clothing. Sakura could guess that he was on the streets, maybe even starving. She wished she could help him somehow. He did save her after all.
Sakura sighed. There was nothing she could do now.
With one last glance down the alley she quickly left.
/
Sakura smiled as she walked to the same alley she had been attacked in yesterday. She had considered multiple times what to do, but in this case, she hoped she wasn't crazy going back there.
She saw that there were no more people in the alley. She looked around and noticed a dark figure on top of one of the fire escapes that connected an apartment to the alley. She smiled when she saw the familiar black hoodie in the shadows.
Sakura had a large tote bag on her shoulder. She put it on the ground, leaving it there.
With one look back, she left the alley.
Gaara could not fathom what the woman was doing. As soon as she left, he slowly slithered down the fire escape and dropped to the ground. Careful to keep a low profile during the day, he skirted around the shadows of the buildings.
He grabbed the bag and jumped back on the fire escape. He easily jumped back onto the roof of the house, his hood falling down from his face.
Gaara settled on the roof and opened the bag. His eyes widened as he saw food inside it. There were pasta salads, fruits and vegetables, chicken, and even a full box of ribs smothered in barbeque sauce. Just looking at it made his mouth water slightly. It had been a long time since he had good food like this.
He lifted the food up and saw that underneath she had included some clothes. There was a new pair of jeans, and a few t-shirts in there. Also, Gaara saw a thick, heavy blanket on the bottom of the bag.
His heart constricted when he saw all of the things she had given him. He knew time was running out for him. Maybe, just maybe, she was the one…
The one to break his curse.
He shook his head. That was just wishful thinking on his part. She was so beautiful, so kind….
He was just a monster.
Gaara slung the bag over his shoulder. She was his last hope.
Sakura…. He remembered that was his name.
Gaara felt a pain in his side. One of the men from last night had stabbed him, and the wound had yet to close.
He decided to follow her. He had to know more about her, before he made his move. This was his last chance to break the curse, and he was not about to let it slip through his fingers.
/
Sakura opened the door to her apartment and walked in. She was so tired from her day at the hospital.
Sakura threw her bag onto her couch and sat down, kicking off her shoes and putting them up on the table. She heard a knock on the door and groaned.
Sakura got up, smoothing out her red skirt as she went. She adjusted the silver layered necklace over her black shirt before she looked in the peep hole.
She gritted her teeth when she saw Sasuke outside her door. He wore a tailored suit that made him look like a million bucks.
Sakura opened the door and saw him leaning against the door frame. He smirked at her, and Sakura was less than amused. "Sakura, why it's good to see you," he said, his smooth voice resonating in Sakura's small apartment.
"Same," she said curtly. Oh yes, she was definitely not in the mood for this.
"Well Sakura, this is a… nice place you have," he said as he walked into her living room.
"Thanks," Sakura said as she unclipped her bun from the top of her head. Her long hair fell down her back in waves.
"I always loved long hair on you," Sasuke said as he approached her. He held out a bunch of roses for her.
"Why, thank you Sasuke," Sakura said as she took the flowers from her.
"Now Sakura, I am a man of few words," Sasuke said as he continued walking around her living room.
"I can tell," Sakura muttered under her breath.
"However, it does not take an idiot to notice that you are the most stunning woman in Tokyo," Sasuke continued. "It is only right that your man is just as stunning."
"Uh huh," Sakura said as she took out a glass vase from the shelf to put the bouquet in.
"What I am saying Sakura, is that I have been looking for a woman who matches me perfectly," Sasuke said, checking out his reflection in the mirror over Sakura's dresser near the door. "And I found that woman in you Sakura."
"Me?" Sakura asked din disbelief.
"Yes, you see, you are the best. And I deserve the best," Sasuke said as he straightened out his tie in the mirror. "Sakura, go out with me. I can make sure you have everything you want. Oh, and you'll have to quit that ridiculous job of yours. No girl of mine will be working. You won't have anything to worry about," he continued.
Sakura sighed. This was exactly what she expected from him.
"Sasuke, that is a very… generous offer," Sakura said as she walked over to the dresser to put the roses on them.
"I know," Sasuke said with a smirk.
"However, I will not be accepting," Sakura said as she faced him. "Sasuke, you are positively archaic. I am proud of what I have accomplished," she said.
Sasuke smirked as he pushed her against the door, putting his arms on it to support her weight. "Say yes Sakura," he whispered to her.
"I'm sorry," she said as she felt around for the doorknob.
"But I can't," she said as she opened the door, making Sasuke fly out of the room. Sakura quickly slammed the door behind her, making sure to lock it securely.
/
Sakura was relaxing on her night off the very next night. She was in sweatpants, with a bag of popcorn, watching a romantic comedy on TV. Sakura was still miffed about Sasuke's impromptu proposal. She had instantly thrown the flowers out, and made sure to lock her door.
Sakura still had her savior, Gaara, on her mind. She hoped he liked the food she had cooked for him.
She heard a knock on her window. Sakura looked and saw a hooded figure outside her window.
She shrieked and her popcorn flew everywhere as she jumped.
"Sakura, it's me, Gaara," the person said.
"How can I trust you?" she asked.
"Please," he panted. "I need help."
Sakura hurried over to the window. She instantly noticed he was panting, his arm cradling his side.
The doctor in her jumped to action. She threw open her window and let him in.
Sakura gasped as she saw his face. She stepped back in shock, her hands covering her mouth.
Gaara's hood fell off as he stood. His arm fell out of his pocket, and Sakura noticed his hands ended in blue claws. Her eyes moved to stop at the love tattoo on his head.
His eyes locked onto hers. The cold shards of aqua locked onto her emerald orbs, holding her frozen in place.
Her eyes broke the contact, traveling down to his side. She spotted his sweatshirt, which was stained in blood.
Her mind went into overdrive. "Sit down right now," she commanded, tugging him over to her couch. Electricity shot up his arm where she touched him, confusing him. Maybe she had special powers?
She sat him down on the couch, and ran to the bathroom. Gaara looked after her quizzically, unsure what this woman was doing. He was on guard, after seeing her surprise when she saw his face. Humans were always unexpected.
She came back with a box, a bowl of water, and a towel. She sat down on the floor in front of him, putting her medical kit on her coffee table. "Lie down," she said as she put the towel underneath his body. "And take off your sweatshirt," she commanded him.
Gaara narrowed his eyes. "You won't like what you see," he told her, his voice ice cold.
"I'll be fine, but I need to fix you up," Sakura said.
Gaara's eyes were glued to her face as he carefully pulled up the hem of his sweatshirt. He heard her gasp as he pulled it over his head, revealing his deformed arm. Her eyes followed the fur down to his sharp claws, her verdant eyes wide with fear.
There was no way she could ever love him. She was too afraid of him.
"Okay, lie down on the towel," she instructed him. "I have to sew up your wound."
Gaara did as he was told. He lay so his injured side was facing her.
Sakura pulled on a pair of gloves and began to probe at his wound. It was a jab wound, almost as if he was stabbed with a knife. She took a washcloth and the bowl of water in her hands. She dabbed the cloth onto the wound, making him hiss.
"Please hold still," she said as she began to clean the blood off of the wound. She examined it, and saw no sign of infections. "Okay, this is going to hurt," she said. "I have to sew this wound up before I can bandage it properly. What happened?"
"One of your attackers stabbed me," he said plainly.
"I'm sorry," she said softly as she dug around in the medical kit. "Here, take these," she said as she held out two pills for him. "Its painkillers, they'll help with the pain."
He took them from her with his good hand and gulped them down in one big swallow. Her eyes followed him hesitantly, as if waiting for him to make the first move. He only looked at her, his sharp eyes practically piercing her own.
Sakura threaded her needle and started to sew up his wound. He did not flinch as she worked, carefully making sure not to hurt him too much. Her hands did not waver as she worked, her eyes glued on the wound. His eyes stayed on hers as she worked. She was careful not to cause him pain, and careful with each movement she made.
Finally she finished. Sakura took a bandage and wrapped it around Gaara's torso. She made sure to keep it loose enough not to hurt him, but tight enough so it would not fall off. "There, I'm done," she said, taking off her gloves.
He did not say anything as he sat up. Sakura took the towel and her other things into the kitchen. "Did you get the bag I left for you?" she asked from the kitchen.
"Yes," he answered her.
"Well? Did you like it?" she asked him.
Gaara didn't answer because a bear attacked him. It was big, hairy, and slobbery and Gaara did not see it coming until it was licking him in the face, slobbering all over him.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Sakura said as she pulled the bear away from him. "This is my dog Kahn, he's a Newfoundland," Sakura said as she sat down. Gaara finally got a look at the thing. It was a gigantic black dog with a long, shaggy coat. He had rivulets of drool coming down from his mouth as he attempted to lick Sakura as she held on to his collat.
"He looks like a bear," Gaara said.
"Don't worry, he's harmless," Sakura continued. Gaara highly doubted that. "He is a big couch potato and loved almost everyone. Here, pet him," she said.
Gaara hesitantly reached his clawed hand out. The dog sat still, waiting. His claws gently petted his silk coat, and Gaara could hear his strong tail thumping on the floor as he wagged it. Sakura let go, and Kahn came right up to Gaara, making him nervous.
Gaara held out his claw to Kahn. His eyes widened as the dog began to lick his claws. He saw Sakura smiling at him as he continued to pet her dog. "You see, he was a rescue dog. I found him at the animal shelter as a puppy. His old owner was abusive," Sakura said.
Gaara's eyes widened. This dog was so trusting of him, so open. He had no idea something like that had happened.
"See, here is the scar his owner gave him," Sakura said as she smoothed out the hair from above his eyes. Gaara saw a scar stretching there, thin and ropey. He reached out his claws, gently tracing the scar on Kahn's forehead.
"Why did you name him Kahn?" he asked her.
"He's named after Genghis Kahn," Sakura explained. "He's so big that people will think he is fierce and vicious. That's the only thing protecting the apartment. He'd slobber over any intruder instead of attacking," Sakura explained.
"Here, you can stay here tonight," Sakura said. She went into the closet and brought out a blanket. She handed it to Gaara. "Get some sleep. The medicine I gave you will make you go to sleep."
Gaara looked at her, his eyes cold. "Just for one night," he said.
"What, you don't trust me?" Sakura joked with him.
"No," Gaara said.
"Hey, you were the one who saved me. I should be cautious, besides I have no clue why you are like that," she told him. "Anyways, Kahn will protect me, right boy?" she asked her dog.
He yawned at her.
Sakura laughed as she walked into her room. "Come on Kahn," she called. Her dog followed her into the room.
Gaara held the blanket between his claws. It was a very nice one, hand knitted. He instinctively knew it was important to her. He debated if he should trust her. She had not yet given him a reason not to.
He sighed and pulled out his necklace. It was a crystal rose. The outside was black, with a bit of red in the center. The rose told him how much time he had left until he was stuck as a beast forever. The red was almost gone.
He had no time left.
So he decided to take a leap of faith. He had saved her on a whim, and he decided to trust her on a whim. If worse came to worse, he could take care of himself.
With that thought in mind, Gaara settled down on the couch. He laid the blanket over himself. No sooner had his head hit the pillows, and then he was out like a light.
/
Gaara awoke with a start, a strange noise walking him up. He looked around and saw Kahn on the floor, snoring. The dog's snores filled up Sakura's apartment. Gaara looked down and saw that his claw had fallen near the floor in the night. Kahn had worked under his hand, so his claws were resting gently on his head.
He was struck by the dog's symbol of loyalty. Like Sakura, her dog had accepted him, and did not run.
Gaara stood, rubbing his eyes with his clawed hand. He stepped carefully over Kahn, trying not to wake the snoring dog. He walked into the kitchen, and spotted a blue note taped to Sakura's very nice looking kitchen cabinets.
It read: Dear Gaara, I am working most of the day, but I'll be home later. There are leftovers in the fridge, some Kakuni, a bento box, and some stir fry or soup. Eat whatever you want. Kahn needs to be fed, please give him a bowl of dog food. The bowl is in the bathroom and the food is in the closet. DO NOT FEED HIM ANY DOG TREATS! From, Sakura. P.S. I'm bringing home dinner so don't cook anything.
Gaara felt a cold, slimy thing on his arm. He looked down to see Kahn licking his arm. As soon as he looked down, Kahn looked dup, his big black eyes so expressive. He whined and pushed his bowl closer to Gaara, as if he was begging for food.
Gaara groaned.
/
Sakura came home to an odd sight. Gaara, in all his demonic glory, was asleep on the couch, with Kahn napping on his lap.
She giggled, causing the two to awake with a start. Kahn ran over to his owner, standing on his hind legs with his paws on her petit shoulders so he could reach her face and lick it.
Sakura laughed. "Down boy," she said as she pushed Kahn off of her. She set her tote bag down on the table, along with her keys. She smiled at Gaara. "Good to see you are still here," she said. "I was afraid you would have run off."
Cold silence was her answer.
"Well, anyways," she said as she took the takeout bag in her hands and brought it into the kitchen. Gaara followed her and saw her take out little plastic boxes of food. She placed them on the small table in her kitchen, along with two plates.
"Sit," she said as she took out two chopsticks from the bag.
Gaara sat gingerly on the chair and looked down at the steaming food on his plate. It looked delicious.
"Hey Kahn," Sakura said as her dog came and sat next to her chair.
She looked up and was shocked. Gaara was eating almost like Kahn, using his hands and no chopsticks.
Sakura got up, going unnoticed by her guest.
Gaara screeched as he was sprayed by Sakura. She stood above him, a small spray bottle in her hand. He cowered away as she gave him a few good squirts.
"What the hell was that for?" he growled at her.
She sprayed him one more time, making him squeal. "If you eat like a dog, I'm going to treat you like a dog," Sakura said.
He glared at her, but she remained unmovable as she glared right back at him. "Fine," he grumbled. He stared at the chopsticks as Sakura sat back down.
"Do you know how to use chopsticks?" she asked him.
All she got was a cold glare as an answer.
"Here, you hold the top one like a pencil," she said as she held up her chopsticks. "And use it to grab onto the food," she said as she demonstrated it for him.
Gaara wasted no time stabbing his food with the chopsticks.
"Oh well, it's better than nothing," Sakura said with a smile.
They finished dinner in relative silence. Sakura hummed to herself as she cleaned the dishes and put them away.
"Go sit down in the living room, I need to change," she said.
"Sure," Gaara said.
Sakura hummed as she went into her room and locked the door. Kahn jumped on the couch and snuggled his head into Gaara's lap.
Sakura came out a few minutes later, in simple tight sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. She sat down on her couch, Kahn in between her and Gaara. Sakura laid her head on her dog, her eyes closing as she changed the channel on the TV.
All too soon, she was dead asleep. Gaara looked over at her, her pink hair sprayed out behind her like a halo around her head. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
He sighed as he stood up, careful not to wake her. He gently picked her up bridal style, slowly as to not wake her.
He walked her back into her room. Gaara tried his best to be as careful as he could as he laid her on the bed. He looked down at her, her face catching the moonlight. He felt something stirring deep inside him, some kind of lurching feeling. It constricted in his chest, making him nervous.
He bolted out of there as fast as he could.
6 months later
Sakura smiled as she watched Gaara play with Kahn on the roof of her apartment. Gaara was throwing snowballs playfully at the dog, while Kahn was trying to tackle him, chasing the tankuni demon around the rooftop. They were so cute playing together, like two little puppies.
Sakura sat on the steps to the fire escape, her winter coat wrapped around her body. Her hands had mittens on them, and a brightly colored, very ugly scarf, was wrapped around her neck. Sakura only wore it because it had been a homemade gift from Ino.
Sakura screeched as a snowball hit her square in her head. Kahn was barking as Gaara roared in laughter.
Sakura smirked as she carefully made a snowball. She took aim and threw it at Gaara.
She hit him, causing him to screech. He grabbed a big armful of snow to throw at her, lifting up over her head.
Sakura took aim and hit him staring in the head. He paused for a second, and all the snow in his arms came tumbling down on him.
Sakura doubled over laughing as Kahn began to lick Gaara's face, which was covered with snow.
She screeched as the tankuni demon lunged at her. Sakura danced out of the way, throwing as much snow at him as she could reach.
"O...okay…" she said shakily, her breath short. It was almost an hour later, and their epic snowball fight had come to a close. "Let's go inside and get some hot chocolate to warm up," she suggested.
"Okay," Gaara said. He followed her and Kahn down the fire escape, back into her apartment.
Sakura shed her coat as she went in through her window. She hung it on a coat rack next to the large window and stood back, allowing Gaara to come in.
Gaara stepped in, and shook off his fur, causing snow to fly everywhere. Sakura shrieked as the cold, wet substance hit her. She laughed at him as she bent down to unlace her snow boots. "You can dry off while I make the hot chocolate," she said to Gaara.
He nodded, and she walked to the kitchen. Sakura hummed to herself as she began to heat the water on the stove, getting out two mugs and one bowl. She put some water into the bowl as Kahn came into the kitchen.
Sakura smiled as she placed the bowl on the ground, where Kahn eagerly licked it up.
The water started to whistle, and Sakura took it off of the stove. She poured it into the two mugs and brought them out into her living room.
Gaara was sitting on the floor next to her couch. Sakura smiled at him as she set the two mugs down on her table. "I'll be right back," she said as she walked back into the kitchen. Sakura took out a small plate and put some cookies from her cookie jar on it, along with some small bars of chocolate and some marshmallows.
Sakura went back out and sat down on her couch close to Gaara. He leaned back, his head right next to her legs, his fur brushing her jeans. Kahn came up and sat next to Sakura on the couch, his head resting on her lap. Sakura smiled down at Gaara, making his chest constrict painfully.
He smiled back up at her, or at least tried. He was sure he looked like a monster to her.
Sakura reached over and grabbed her book. She opened it and began to read.
"What are you reading?" he asked her.
"Oh, It's one of my favorite books, The Complete works of Shakespeare," Sakura said.
"Who is Shakespeare?" Gaara asked her.
"He is probably the best playwright in history," Sakura said. "I love his story Romeo and Juliette," she explained.
"What is it about?" Gaara asked.
"Two lovers from feuding families. They fall in love and get married in secret. But in the end, they both die," Sakura said. "Do you want to read it?"
Gaara looked away from her, mumbling something.
"What?" she asked him.
"I can't read!" he said loudly, his voice a growl.
"You never learned?" Sakura asked in amazement.
"I learned," Gaara said hesitantly. "It's been so long, I forgot how to," he said, a twinge of sadness in his voice.
"I can teach you," Sakura said.
"Really?" he asked his voice hopeful.
"Sure," Sakura said. She shifted over, and Kahn jumped down onto the floor, curling up at her feet. Gaara jumped up, settling down next to her, his arm around the back of the couch. Sakura settled back, her head on his shoulder, his soft fur cushioning her head.
"Let's start here," Sakura said, pointing to a page in the large book.
"Okay," Gaara said. "T...t...owoo..."
"Two," Sakura said.
"Hoses," he said slowly.
"Houses," Sakura corrected him gently.
"bo..th a li..li…li..ke in di…i..i..gni…ty," he sounded out the words.
"Good job," Sakura encouraged him. "In fair Verona, where we set our scene. Now you try."
"Fr..fr..om an..che...nt,"
"Ancient," Sakura corrected him.
"Ancient gr..u..dge br..eak new mu.. mu.. mutin… ny," Gaara said.
"Good," Sakura said as she smiled up at him.
Gaara smiled back, feeling more hopeful than he had in years.
/
This is a two part series. The next chapter will b the ending, so stay tuned!
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