I'mmmm back... and sooner than I expected. I did say I'd like 5 reviews before I update and I got that so fuck yeah! I am planning on writing an ending for this soon, that way it will literally push me and keep away from not updating. So yeah... expect lots of updates. I have a fuck load of ideas for this and I'm going to try and keep updating and writing :D SO here you guys go, if anything bothers you or if you have any questions, just leave them in a review!
DISCLIAIMER: I don't own anything, yeah, I do, however, have ne volume of Naruto and a Gaara plush.
She was so beautiful, he thought. She was sleeping so peacefully, and she looked so calm compared to earlier on, where her appearance had been frizzled and weary. His hands ghosted along her arm, it was cool and still undeniably soft. Just like… earlier. When his arms had been around her, where he was sat breathing in her haunting scent. It was probably the best day of his life.
After Sakura had passed out, he had carried her home. He couldn't risk taking the bus back, he had been more than sure that the patrons of the service would be suspicious and he couldn't have that. They didn't deserve to look at her when she was so vulnerable. Luckily, both of his siblings had left to hang out with their 'friends'. He sneered at the thought. He didn't need friends, not when he had her.
His father, a proud business man, was also away from the home, leaving Gaara to find somewhere to keep her in peace. They had a basement in their large house, which was more than enough room for her. And so there they were now, in the darkness of the basement with only the flickering light bulbs the light source. The room was never used by his siblings or his father. In the past, Gaara had had it as his room. Until his father deemed acceptable to have one of the upper rooms. After that, it was only used as punishment whenever he 'disobeyed' his father. He felt guilty at giving her the room but there was nowhere else she could go, not without his nosy siblings sniffing her out.
Speaking of his nosy siblings, he could hear them come home. He had to leave. He sighed and looked down at her again, and petted her cheek sadly. He would return to her later on. With a sad smile, he pulled the switch and the already flickering light bulb gave out.
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Sakura woke up in complete darkness. She wondered sleepily if she had gone to bed and forgotten about it, but the bed felt different. It was harder than her mattress and there were no sheets covering her body. Plus, her school clothes were still on. She usually tore them off as soon as she got home and replaced them with a comfy pair of joggers or something. How curious.
But then suddenly everything from earlier flashed behind her eyes. The boy from earlier, him hugging her in the middle of the street, his eyes staring intently into her own, his head slamming into her own and her finally collapsing.
She jolted up abruptly and surveyed her surroundings, well tried to survey them. It was much too dark for her to see anything. She could tell she was on a bed, a cheap when or perhaps an old one. She wondered why it was so dark; most rooms had a window, or a light. Maybe there was, she thought, there's probably a light switch here somewhere. She fumbled around, tripping over the various things that littered the floor. She gave up after she reached a set of stairs. She sank down onto the ground and hugged her knees. The light switch was probably outside of the basement, she thought sadly.
She couldn't stop the tears that began to flow and so she sat there on the cold floor, sobbing and she waited. She waited for her captor, or hopefully her saviour to arrive. She begged the gods of above for it to be her saviour.
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Gaara moodily trudged into the kitchen, after leaving his beauty down below. His sister and his brother must have been shopping; he recognised the mess of shopping bags on the ground. He walked over to the dining table and Temari looked up nervously at him.
"Hello Gaara, we brought you back some food, sit down and eat" She said with a fake smile, she passed the tub over to him and he sniffed it warily.
"It's Chow Mein; we got Chinese" She informed him, noticing his apprehensive look.
He nodded and silently ate, ignoring the two of them and their whispering.
"Yo Gaara, why were you in the basement; we heard the door shut, it's too heavy not too." Kankuro said loudly before slurping his noodles down at literally god speed.
Gaara closed his eyes and sighed before setting down his chopsticks and looking up.
"If it is any of your business, Kankuro, I was looking for something." He said in a bored monotone and through the corner of his eye, he saw the two of the glance at each other sneakily.
"I'm guessing you found it then, Gaara?" Temari asked suspiciously. She obviously was weary at his explanation.
"No. I shall return tomorrow and look again. Thank you for bringing me some food, Temari, Kankuro." He said formally before putting his empty wrapper and chopsticks on the side before leaving the room snippily.
As he left, Gaara released a frustrated growl. They were onto him. They might even go down there and see what was down there, or worse. They might take her away. He clutched his head in anger. They would not be allowed to take her away from him; he wouldn't let them have her.
'Show them Gaara, make them fear you. That way they'll be too afraid to do anything.' The voice whispered sneakily and he found himself nodding along with it.
'Yes, that is a good idea', he thought,' They're already so nervous around me, I'm sure making them afraid will be easily.'
He flopped onto his bed and began to shut himself down for sleep, or at least looking as if he was asleep. He would need to wait until he could see her again. That in itself angered him.
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Sakura didn't know how long she'd been sat there. Her legs and arm muscles ached painfully, making her whimper as she began to stand up. She must have fallen asleep. She rubbed her eyes and face, trying to get the salty, crusty muck of her face from where she had been crying. She tiptoed gently, each step precise as to stop her from putting too much pressure e of something on her muscles.
She sat on the bed and ran her hands against the sheets. They were dusty and smelt bad. They must not have been used, or washed for that matter, in a while. She guessed the room had been abandoned or something. Not too odd really, after all, if you kidnaped someone you're not likely to put them in a cosy comfy bran d new bed with breakfast in bed every day.
Her stomach growled and Sakura found herself groaning. She was hungry, extremely hungry actually. She hadn't got to go home and get a snack and she'd probably missed dinner by now. She slid her hands in her pockets and searched for her phone, and she realised miserably that it had been taken away. She curled up in a ball. She would have to wait once again.
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