Alright here's the dealio. I haven't written in forever.
Sorry peeps.
I don't have much to say except…ENJOY!!! .
Italics are flashbacks and phone conversations while bold is inner thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the song lyrics, I would die if I did, but I don't. So boo hoo hoo.
-Mokumoku Sasayaki
(Silent Whisperer)
Why him of all people? It wasn't fair. He stood, a look of disgust plastered onto his face, his jaw quivering at the shrieking sound. Damn that Temari, she walked into his apartment like she owned the place and gave him this…this thing at him, telling him she would be back home in a week after her vacation with her husband.
His mind was filled with panic and frustration as the rain beat down on his apartment roof. He had tried feeding, burping, and even changing but it didn't make a difference. The room suddenly lit up as lightning flashed illuminating the contorted face of the small child that Gaara, the all fearsome, was holding an arms length away. The baby shrieked even louder as the thunder boomed across the sky as if a drum had been hit. Cursing the storm under his breath Gaara stood motionless in the apartment. He had no idea what so ever to do with a screaming baby. He searched his mind frantically for something else he knew about trying to quiet babies, but he came up with nothing.
'Damn it!' he thought, 'What to do with this baby is beyond me.'
Then a memory surfaced, from about 1 week ago, about a woman from the hospital.
It had been pouring rain, and Gaara had just walked into the hospital for his yearly flu shot. It was a big pointless pain in the ass he thought but he still went, pretty much because his work demanded it. The problem was that not many of the doctors liked to go near him, let alone treat him! After coming into the hospital the residents decided that, from recent experiences, that since they didn't enjoy crippling mental and verbal abuse then they should stay clear of Gaara. Sadly, the only way the doctors could decide on who to treat him was by playing a game.
Rock, Paper, Scissors.
It wasn't professional in the slightest, but that is what the tongue lashings of Gaara had reduced them too.
Luckily, this year they didn't need to play a game, this year they had a new doctor in the ranks. She was quickly climbing the ladder and becoming one of the best physicians in the hospital, and the best part was that the patients loved her. So, it was a unanimous decision that she would go in first.
Sakura shook her head at the other doctors who all stood staring at her. One even held a tissue box in preparation of Sakura running out of the room crying.
Sakura squared her shoulders, "Alright you cowards, I'll be back out in a minute with a patient who has gotten their shot… Scardy cats."
She stepped into the room and surveyed her patient. He was leaning back in a chair with his eyes closed. He had a slim but muscular body, tousled red hair, a tattoo on his forehead, and he was also undeniably hott. Why had nobody told her that important fact? She was sure that her best friend, Ino, who was a nurse on the staff, would have told her! She paused, blinked, and then spoke to the tousle haired beauty.
"You must be the infamous Gaara, no? Well, I'm your doctor, and I'm just going to take a second and poke you with this needle, then you can leave the hospital so the rest of the terrified staff can get back to work."
He snapped open his eyes and blinked in surprise. He had been waiting for the first poor medic to walk in the door so he could scare them right back out, but whoever it was had t caught him a little off guard with their spout of words, that weren't sobs of fear. He was just about to let loose a verbal torment of his own back at her, but she caught him off guard again. He had never seen her before, and he knew she must know about how he tortured the staff, but she was looking straight at him with a fire in her green eyes that seemed to mock him even before he opened his mouth. She was moderately attractive with pale rose colored hair, but it was her eyes that he was mystified by.
"I'm sorry if not many people here have enough backbone to treat me, but still I'm surprised to see that they got scared enough to bring in a dye job nurse to do their work."
Sakura glared furiously at the Gaara, who was still propped back in a chair, eyeing her with a blank face. "Well, first of all I'm a doctor and secondly, I'm sorry that you are so jealous of my natural hair color but trust me, pink is not your color, and third; roll up your sleeve."
He stared at her for a few more moments then rolled up his white shirt sleeve. She grabbed a syringe full of clear liquid off of a cart and neatly poked it into his arm. Then, the lights went out.
"Shit!" she swore whirling around. A dark gloom rushed over the hospital, and people outside were running frantically to check on patients.
"So you are just going to leave this needle in my arm all night?" an amused male voice inquired to Sakura's back. She whirled around and stared at the needle which was stuck, bobbing slightly in Gaara's arm. Hurriedly she pulled the needle out and threw it into the nearest trash can.
"Alright! You're all done!" she said distractedly. "You may leave whenever you wish and we-" Howls erupted from a room not far away.
"Oh no! The children's ward! Why isn't anybody over there?! The staff at this hospital are imbeciles! Leaving children alone in the dark like that! I RUN EVERYTHING AROUND HERE!" she said furiously, ran out of the room and down the hallway.
Gaara stood, he could hear her from down the hallway, berating the staff and barking orders to whoever was in her path.
What was wrong with him? He didn't make her cry?! Was he loosing his touch?
He decided to shake it off, because it didn't really matter, and with this power outage there was nothing to do, so he decided just to leave.
'There's always next year.' he thought as he walked down the hallway towards the nearest exit. Then as he walked by a large room covered with stickers and paintings he heard singing. He looked into the room and saw Sakura sitting smack dab in the middle of the floor with a small child in her lap. The child had his face buried in her coat and was sobbing as she sang softly into his ear.
As oceans collide Silence of the sound Fluid and sinking
From the moon grows the sun
Arrest my breath
With no name and no one
And the color of the night
The sounds from the thoughts
And the thoughts from light
I melt into the light
There's nothing but space
And my soul can take flight
Surprisingly the child grew quiet and fell into a light doze as she finished singing to him. She sighed and stood up, holding the little boy and turned around to lay him down in a bed. Then she walked over to another doctor who was trying to sooth a little girl who was wailing about the dark, so Sakura promptly scooped her up and sat down once again, singing to the girl till she fell asleep. Then the lights flickered back on and Gaara stood watching Sakura for a few more moments before turning around walking out of the hospital doors.
He had left and hadn't though of that memory again until the wailings of the baby in his arms had forced his mind into trying to find any possible answer to shut the thing up. He then realized that he needed to find her.
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Sakura had actually remembered Gaara. She knew he hadn't noticed, but she had seen him standing in the doorway and watching her sing. For some reason she noticed that his expression upon seeing her sing seemed almost apologetic.
'You should have snapped him up while you had the chance!' Her inner self complained.
'You shut up! Anyways, he didn't seem interested in me at all! Only when I was singing did he take any real notice to me, anyways he's gone! SO STOP BUGGING ME!' she retorted to herself.
Inner Sakura grumbled, but surprisingly stayed quiet. The storm boomed overhead as Sakura laid on her couch covered in a blanket with one of her favorite books open on her lap. Apparently, something was a little off with the heat that night, but she couldn't do anything about it and she would live through the night. She took a sip of her lukewarm tea and glanced at the clock, 12:37.
'It's going to be a hard day tomorrow, but I just can't sleep. It's this horrible storm!' she thought. Another boom of thunder sounded and Sakura groaned.
"Too loud!" she said, flipping over so that her face was imbedded in the couch cushion. God. She would kill for a bottle of sleeping pills right about now.
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Gaara took out the phone book from under his desk and began to flip through it; he got up to the C's before realizing he only knew her first name! He tried to remember but, of course, he was interrupted. His phone rang in his pocket and he hastily grabbed it up.
"Hello?" he barked.
"Gaara! Long time no talk and what the hell are you killing or maiming, because nothing I know of could make that loud of a noise?!"
Gaara sighed, perfect, just perfect. "What do you want Naruto."
"Geeze, no need to be so cold! I'll explain; so the other night I was going out for ramen, my daily ritual, and I saw Sakura at the stand so I sat down with her and that reminded-"
"GET TO THE POINT BAKA!" he growled. He needed to stop the incessant wailing of he baby as soon as possible.
"DON'T INTERUPT ME! Well, I was just asking if you wanted-"
"Wait. Who did you meet at the stand?"
"YOU DID IT AGAIN!"
Gaara sighed, "Okay, okay, Naruto. But I need to know who you said you saw there. Sakura right? Sakura who?'
"Yeah, your right, and its Sakura Haruno…Do you know her?"
Gaara flipped through the phone book until he found 3 Haruno Sakuras. 'Damn it.' He thought.
"What street does she live on?" he demanded.
"Who? Sakura? Lynit Road, why do you want to know?... OMG! ARE YOU STALKING MY DEAREST SAKURA?!"
"BAKA! Shut up! Listen, I'll get back to you later. I'll go buy you ramen or something, whatever." And he hung up on the sputtering blonde.
"1587 Lynit Road." He said quickly writing down the address and the cross street on a piece of paper.
He grabbed the baby up, rocking him back and forth in a vain attempt to quiet the baby down just a little so his neighbors wouldn't think he was killing a cat…or two. He wrapped the baby in a bundle of blankets and put him into his basket; thank god Temari had left that, and stepped out of his apartment complex. Luckily he had an umbrella so the baby didn't get wet, unfortunately, he did.
Climbing into his car which, of course, he had parked some distance away, Gaara shook his head, spraying the windows with moisture.
'Idiot! You can't drive around in a storm with a baby lying in the seat!' he thought to himself.
"Well, no cops will be out in this weather, I can't believe I'm out in this weather. I just have to get to her apartment fast." He mumbled.
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"Why can't I get to sleep!" she moaned into her couch. Rolling off of the fluffy resting place, Sakura stood and shuffled into her bathroom.
"Would a bath do the trick?" she said wondering out loud.
Quickly filling the tub with warm water and bath salt, Sakura slowly stood in the tub. It had always taken her a minute to get used to the bath temperature, especially her feet, so she always stood in the water until she felt like sliding down into it. As soon as she was fully submerged a wave of calm washed over her, not sleep, but calm.
"Maybe I was just over extended." She mumbled into the cold air.
The bath was heaven until the water started to run cold, so she pulled herself out of the tub and into a towel, quickly changing into a pair of pajamas, warm fuzzy socks, and a hat included, to stay warm.
Shuffling back to the window of her apartment, Sakura looked at the soaked city. 'God, who would be out in this weather?' she thought to herself. As soon as she said it, a car went speeding by her apartment.
"Stupid people, disrupting the cities trace-like state." she grumbled as she turned back around to the inviting couch with its tons of blankets.
As soon as she turned back to the couch the car that she had seen fly by, slowly backed up into view of her apartment windows. If she had stayed at the window a second longer, she would have seen a soaked red head holding an umbrella over a basket get out of the car and run towards her building.
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"I don't know her apartment number." Gaara groaned, staring at the rows of apartments. He was not going to call Naruto back and ask, but luckily for him, a man came hurrying down the hall.
"Excuse me." Gaara said to the man. The man whirled around to stare at the disheveled red head, who was carrying a large basket that was currently shrieking as if it had two broken legs.
"Yes?" the man said eyeing Gaara warily.
"Where do the Haruno's live?"
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Sakura had just buried her nose into a book, and had begun to read when she thought she heard a horrible noise. Sitting up, she listened, but didn't hear anything. Settling back down, she heard it again, it was getting louder by the second.
'Am I going crazy? What is that noise?' she thought.
Then a knock could be faintly heard through the banshee wailings. Sakura sat for a moment then scrambled up to get the door. Pulling the door wide open, Sakura saw a sight that she would have never ever believed in a million years.
Standing in the doorway was a dripping wet Gaara, carrying a baby basket which was emitting the most fowl noise.