Split Personality

Chapter 2

By: Kayla


No worries of being late for any of the students of this class. The teacher was always at least 30 minutes late. To make problems worse, he had some of the saddest excuses. Maybe if they were lucky (or unlucky, as the case may be) his excuse would be a black cat had crossed his path. Or something strange, not even one student would believe. He just never wanted to tell them about his personal life. Ha, like they didn't already know. They knew him to well, he had been on a hot date the night before.

Small conversations could be heard from all corners of the room. Well, except for one. Sakura sat, pinned to her seat. This guy had a way of doing that to a person. She didn't move, for fear he may fix her with one of his scary glares. You know, the kind that make the unlucky person want to hide under there bed and cry to there mommy. Instead she settled on a mental rambling.

'What did he mean by 'we went to Kindergarten together?'' Sakura thought, twiddling with her fingers in a very Hinata fashion. 'I don't think I even went to kindergarten. Just don't more, maybe he wont notice im still here.'

Her inner-self jumped into her thought, uninvited of course. 'But, you want him to notice you!'

'Do not!' Sakura tried to will the thought away, but it did no good.

Her inner-self kept pushing the thought, 'He's hot you know, and he has a nice butt.'

'He is NOT hot, wait he does have a nice butt!' She was slowly starting to agree with her inner counter part.

Sakura was brought back to reality by a deep voice whispering in her ear. "You do know talking to ones self is a sign of insanity."

She froze, hands stopping there twiddling in mid-twiddle. She could feel his hot breath on her left ear. Glancing at him, eyes as big as saucers, she saw a smirk now forming at the corner of his mouth. By blushing a crimson red she had given one of her secrets away. He now knew, without a shadow of a doubt that she in fact did talk to herself.

'Is he a mind reader? No, he can't be.' Her inner-self said bewildered.

'That smirk looks very familiar...'

'Well, at least he doesn't know who we were talking about.' Sakura's inner-self perked up, trying to break the silence.

'Don't talk to me.' Sakura inwardly growled.


The students got quiet as a man with silver hair walked into the class room. He greeted them with a worm smile. " Sorry, I got lost on the path of life again!"

(See, what did I tell you?)

His lame excuse was greeted with many angry voices shouting, "LIAR!"

But, sadly Naruto's voice beamed over the rest. He had been stuck in Mr. Kakashi's class longer then most of the other students. Why would anyone want to hold that loud-mouth back a year? It was beyond anyone's comprehension. Who in their right mind would want to be stuck with Naruto for another year?

Sakura covered her ears as the shouting went on. You would think she would be use to this by now. Nope. It seemed like it just got worse and worse everyday. One day she was just going to tape all their mouths shut, and tie them to the chairs. Oh, how she wished she could do that. She hated the silence, but she hated the screaming as well, she couldn't take it. Unless it was her of course. When she had to knock some since into someone. Naruto in general.

More then the screaming, more then really anything at the moment, she hated sitting next to this guy. Gaara, that's what he called himself. All he did was stair holes into walls, people, anything he looked at. Gah, she wanted to rip his beautiful eyes out. Beautiful? He annoyed the hell out of her. She shouldn't be thinking these things. It felt like she was betraying herself. The sad thing was, she didn't really know him. He knew one of her secrets, one of her 'need of mental help' secrets! If he knew one of hers, she for damn sure deserved to know one of his.

It wasn't very fair though, it was like he could read her like a book. What was she illiterate? He was expressionless. How was that going to help her at all. Does he have family? She doesn't know. But she was going to find out! She could be just as determined as Naruto at times. He was the kind of person you would just look at, and then wonder about them. What was Gaara's story?

Her on the other hand you would look at and think 'Oh, she's just another pushover!'. Well, in a way, she was to a point. If pushed to far, she would go over the edge. She hadn't went over the edge since that day long ago when her first love left her. She didn't want to think about it. It gave her nightmares. She went crazy that day, she never wanted it to happen again. But she couldn't stop thinking about, Uchiah Sasuke. No matter how hard she tried. But she didn't cry anymore. Tears were a sign of weakness. And she would not be weak anymore.

As Kakashi went on with class assignments, Sakura was just out in space. She didn't come back to reality until the bell rang, meaning 1st block: History was over. Getting up from her seat next to Gaara, she looked at him. He looked half asleep, sitting lazily in his chair. Sakura gave him a small push to the side to wake him up. No, it was more like a shove, portraying her anger. Surprised, he jumped falling out of his seat in the process, landing on his butt with a loud 'hmph'.

"Class is over!" Sakura said triumphantly. Ha, she had just knocked him of his seat!

'Hell yeah! You go girl! He deserved it if you ask me!' Inner-Sakura screamed holding up a big foam #1 finger.

'I didn't ask you!' She didn't feel like talking to her inner 'thing' at the moment. Gaara was glaring at her, so she ran out the door.

Gaara got up from the floor, rubbing his sore butt. He really hated that girl. Mainly because they were so alike, yet so different. He had made her mad, he could see it in her eyes. He wasn't sure how he caused her anger, but if she had strength like that when angry, he didn't want to see her at full blast. No, really he did. He just didn't want the anger aimed at him. Or maybe he did, he wasn't sure yet.

He had to some how get to know this girl, without being considered a stalker.

'I wonder how mad I can make her?' Gaara thought as he slowly made his way out of the class room.

Gaara headed to his second class. Biology? Hell, he didn't know. Normally he just walked into any random class that would take him. They never kicked him out. The teachers either hadn't saw him, or were afraid of him. He saw that a lot. Fear. Fear in the eyes of every person that had ever looked at him. Except for one. Sakura. When she had sat next to him on the bus, he saw no fear in her eyes. Just sorrow. He had wondered what caused it, but those thoughts had disappeared quickly.

At first he hadn't really understood why he was feared. Just that he was. It had confused him. He had no mother, dying once giving birth to him. His father hated him, blaming him for killing his lovely wife. His father had went crazy and had tried to kill Gaara many times. Gaara had to learn to fend for himself, being alone all the time. He did have his siblings. But come on, his older brother wet the bed in fear of him. Gaara had beaten him up once for stealing him beloved pancake, and he hadn't been the same since. They were just there to keep him sane.

Sakura on the other hand, had no one. Or so he had guessed. It looked to him like she was fighting a mental battle also, just to keep her sanity. He didn't know why she was like that, but he was determined to find out.

He walked down a small hallway, going into one of the rooms on the right, he found himself in the health room. What a coincidence, Sakura was there also. Here was his chance...


A/N: Yeah, I know it's a little short. I'll make the next chapter longer, I swear. I've been busy with school work, had no time to write. I was trying to put more chapters up for my other stories because I had been ignoring them. Sorry for that also. In this chapter I tried to let you all kina know why Sakura and Gaara were the way they were. I hope you like it.

PLEASE REVIEW! I'll take anything. Also, if anyone has any ideas for this story feel free to share. Want to see something happen? Then leave a review!

Edited 7-17-08

Minor spelling mistakes