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A/N: Hihihi, here comes chapter two. Please take a few moments of your precious time to drop a review? It'll make my day:D Thank you to the ones who reviewed the last chapter ^^

(Gaara's last name isn't Sabaku, but let's improvise for the story…)

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Chapter Two

Sakura's eyes fluttered open. Her pupils diluted as bright golden light filled her vision. She sat up and immediately wished she hadn't. Her head felt heavy and sore, not to mention there was a slight sting on her forehead. A blur of red and brown hovered above her, until she focused and noticed they were people. Two guys. She recognized the striking redheaded boy and recalled what happened – her heart filled with panic once more.

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When Gaara burst through the front doors of the Sabaku residence with a girl, yes – a girl, in his arms, Kankuro's toothbrush fell out of his mouth. His first thoughts were: how can Gaara get a girl before me? Is this a joke? After all, it wasn't everyday when Gaara brought home a girl, or anyone, apart from that blonde loudmouth friend of his - Naruto. But he shook those thoughts away as Gaara grumbled, "Kankuro, I could use some help here."

Kankuro hurried over, sprinting down the spiral staircase to his brother, whom was carrying an apparently unconscious pink-headed girl bridal-style.

"Whutthehellhappened?" Kankuro mumbled, toothpaste still in his mouth. Gaara had left the house for less than five minutes before returning with this… surprise.

"Rammed into my car at a stoplight with her bike," Gaara stated. They deposited the pinkette on the living room sofa before running over to grab a first-aid box. Gaara took a quick glance at the girl – a few minor scratches, but the only prominent injury was the one above her eyes that was bleeding with some skin scraped off.

"Should we call an ambulance?" Gaara asked, trying to mask the uncertainty in his voice with a calm, nonchalant tone.

Kankuro checked her pulse and sighed heavily with relief. He had gotten rid of the toothpaste by now. "No, I think she's alright. She just passed out from being too tired, judging by the looks of her eyes… and cycling in this weather can easily dehydrate you… She'd probably wake up soon." With that, Kankuro laid a piece of wet towel on her head.

Gaara relaxed a little, reassured by Kankuro's words. There were perks when you were the children of Mr Sabaku, the head of Suna Hospital. Plus, all three of the Sabaku siblings were training to be doctors ever since their mother died from a certain disease, or so their father claimed. He forbade them to ask anymore on the grim topic. Gaara was always secretly curious though, as he couldn't remember anything about their deceased mother…

Gaara snapped out of his train of thought as the pink-headed girl shifted, regaining consciousness. Sluggishly, she rose and blinked. She looked at sea for a moment, but her eyes filled with panic almost immediately.

"Where the hell am I?" For someone who was just unconscious, Gaara thought she was rather loud.

"Calm down, jan," Kankuro soothed. "I believe you crashed into my brother's car with your bike."

"Oh," Sakura paled at the memory. "Sorry about that…"

Gaara "hn"ed in return. It didn't matter – there was hardly any damage done. A paint job would do the trick nicely. He sighed with relief – the girl didn't seem to have lost too much brain cells. Now, if she would only go away… he still wanted a drive.

"Shit!" The brothers were jolted at the sudden shout from her. Sakura buried her head in her hands, noticing that someone had kindly placed a bandage on the place where it stung. "My delivery…" She groaned in frustration.

Kankuro and Gaara stood there awkwardly, not quite knowing what they should do. "Eh… I got your bike in the trunk," Gaara offered.

"Screw the bike… It's not even mine. I'm gonna lose my job," Sakura sighed. "I'm supposed to deliver those cookies to some Mr Sabaku who lives on this street somewhere--"

Gaara perked at the name and glanced at Kankuro inquisitively. The brunette smiled sheepishly and rubbed his head.

"That would be me," Kankuro interrupted. He looked at Gaara's disgruntled appearance and raised his hands in surrender, "Don't look at me like that! I was hungry! Besides, Kuroari likes cookies."

"You?" Sakura stopped herself as she was about to ask whom Kuroari was. How ironic. On the bright side, at least she found the right address. Or the address found her.

"I'm sorry about your delivery… and the trouble I've caused." Sakura said miserably. "Thanks for this, Mr Sabaku." She pointed at the bandage on her head.

Kankuro laughed lightly. "Oh, it's nothing, don't sweat it. Call me Kankuro. This is Gaara."

"Sakura… Haruno." Sakura decided to put in her last name as a matter of courtesy. After all, she had wrecked their car, road killed their cookies and made them go through all this trouble. This was what you get for being a klutz, Sakura thought.

She looked around the house for the first time. Air-conditioned, a huge chandelier dangling from above, a spiral staircase that led to a second floor, spacious area and… was that a black kitten she spotted there? She looked up at the seemingly young brunette whom was still in his pajamas. She smiled weakly.

"You should sleep more, jan," Kankuro added. "If you don't get more rest, you're gonna pass out again, and we don't want that happening."

Sakura blushed at how protective Kankuro sounded. Gaara refrained himself from puking – was his brother trying to flirt? Disgusting, Gaara thought. At least don't do it in front of me.

"Um, how can I make this up to you…?" Sakura spoke, breaking the short silence. She caught Gaara's eyes and quickly broke eye contact. She slapped herself mentally for being so weak – a guy being this attractive should be against the law, she thought. Gaara crossed his arms, face impassive as usual. She looked over to the brunette, whom was quite good looking too. It took a second for Sakura to realize that she was surrounded by hotties.

Kankuro had a sudden idea. He chuckled maliciously. Oh, what a perfect opportunity this was. "Well you see, we're new here in Konoha. Haven't been here for long. Could you be so kind and show my little brother around town?"

Gaara sent Kankuro a death glare, seeing right through his evil scheme. He knew his exact intentions – they were blood-related brothers, after all. To Gaara's horror, Sakura nodded brightly and agreed. She didn't seem so tired anymore.

"No problem! I know Konoha like the back of my hand," she chirped. This was much better than paying for all that damage. She shivered at the thought of having to do so.

Kankuro smirked. If this went well, he could hire her as a housekeeper, clean their house once a week or something. That way, his little brother could finally do a little socializing with the opposite gender… He inwardly gave himself a pat on the back, at long last feeling like a responsible older brother.

"Well, off you two go! Be back before midnight, Gaara," Kankuro grinned broadly, shooing them away. Gaara growled at Kankuro in return, reluctantly walking out with Sakura leading the way. The redhead shut the door hard with a slam.

For some bizarre reason, a vase fell over and shattered as he did.

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Sakura made herself comfortable in the front seat of the Lamborghini. She could hardly believe her luck – maybe she wasn't going to get fired after all. The elder Sabaku seemed so kind-hearted. Silence filled the car as the redhead next to her ignited the engine.

"So Gaara, where are you from?" Sakura asked, hoping to start an engaging conversation.

"Suna."

"Oh, cool. What's it like there?"

"Sandy."

Sakura raised a brow at the monosyllabic answers from the redhead. Her (lack of) self-control got the better of her, as she was about to fire a rude question. She stopped when she realized that they were going the opposite direction from town.

"You're going the wrong way," she pointed out.

"No we're not."

"The town's behind us," Sakura said exasperatedly. Her eyes softened as she detected how gorgeous Gaara looked under the sunlight with his shades on. Crazy red hair, and a kanji of love. Strong, firm hands gripped the wheel as he made a turn. For a moment, Sakura wondered how those strong hands would feel on her skin. She erased those thoughts immediately, knowing if she thought any further, her other self – Inner Sakura – would come out, and it wouldn't look pretty. She hid her admiration behind feigned irritation.

"We're going to the hospital."

"Oh…" Then the dead side of her brain registered what the redhead just said. "Wait. WHAT?!"

"You're still bleeding, plus you fainted. You're in no shape to show me around."

She didn't know whether to be flattered or insulted, but she was definitely pissed. Sakura looked at the rearview mirror and grimaced at how retarded she looked. The now bled-through bandage made her forehead look even bigger, if that was possible. Despite that, she felt all right.

"I'm fine," she huffed. "Now drive back. I promised your brother I would take you down town to--"

"No."

Then Sakura exploded.

Gaara was about to face her infamous wrath.

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