Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story; they belong to the writer of Naruto.
1. You'd think she would run if I stared at her. She didn't.
2. You'd think she would cry if I hugged her. She laughed.
3. You'd think she would scream when I told her of my past. She listened.
4. You'd think she would hate me if I ran my fingers through her rosy pink hair. She hugged me tighter.
5. You'd think she would pull away if I looked at her. She met my stare.
6. You'd thing she would slap me if I kissed her pale and gentle lips. She pulled me deeper
I was sitting on the rooftop of her house in the middle of the night. I didn't sleep. I never slept or the demon would be woken inside of me. So I watched her sleep. Her innocent chest rising up and down with every breath she took. She could tell I was there outside her window. She opened those beautiful green eyes and walked over sitting on a tree branch outside her window. She sat next to me.
"Gaara?"
"Yes Sakura?"
"Why are you all alone, come inside?"
"I can't"
"Yes you can."
She jumped back trough her window and appeared minutes later with two mugs of hot liquid. She walked carefully dodging the cracks in the wooden floor so her bare feet would not get splinters. She stepped out her window carefully and handed me a mug. Just a plain white cup, nothing special, but she was. She silently sipped her hot chocolate sitting next to me swinging her legs back and forth. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight and she turned her eyes to mine meeting my gaze. She looked deep into my eyes. She was not afraid like the others. She was confident now, not like when I first met her.
She started to shiver gently. Her thin and delicate hands shaking quietly as she sat there. I put my arm round her so my coat fell round us both. She didn't pull away. She laughed quietly at herself. Sitting on a branch outside her house with Gaara of the sand village, whom many hated and feared. I saw no fear in her eyes, just love and innocence clouding round her. I hate the Uchiah for hurting her. She loved him with all her heart but he just said she was an annoyance and treated her feelings with complete disregard hardly acknowledging her. She stopped shaking and smiled tenderly as she put her mug down and wrapped her arms round my waist. This made me deepen my breathing as I felt her soft skin on my clothing. Her fingers joined at my waist as she squeezed softly showing me that she was not afraid and didn't want me to leave or be alone. She sighed in relief as I couldn't bring myself to push her away.