11Ok, this is a warning for in the futur because somedays i go to my dads house for 4 days, so i might not update the next chapter in about a week. So, plz dont be angry at me! cowers in corner
Gaara: coward...
Me: bug off! Your not the one writing the stroy!
Gaara: ...
Anywhooo...ENJOY!
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Chapter 2: Where the lightning splits the endless sea of sand
The weekend was over, and on Monday morning, Hasame was awakened by her mother, gently talking to her to get up.
Hasame just groaned her usual getting-up-at-6-in-the-morning-is-bull-shit groan, but reluctantly got up and grabbed some clothes. Usually, it was her red sweater with chinese...orjapanese writing, she wasnt quite sure, all up the left arm. But, as she put it on, she noticed one character that looked very familiar.
'Its the one that Gaara had on his forehead! I have to ask dad what that means!' she thought, stuffing the sweater over her head and put on some jeans.
Not really caring for makeup again, she brushed her long hair with her fingers, untill her mother ordered her to brush it properly with a brush. Doing so, Hasame grabbed her bag, lunch bag and house keys and waited outside in the lobby for her mother and brother.
Sitting on the bench in the lobby, Hasame saw movement out of the corner of her blue grey eyes.
"Who's there! Come out, I can see you, you know."she called out in an impatient voice.
Out stepped the black sandal clad feet and the red hair. Gaara just stood there, as if spying on someone inflicted no shame whatsoever on his expressionless face. His black rimmed eyes blinked at the girl sitting on the bench before him.
"Oh...um, hello again." studdered Hasame, clearly embarresed for talking so rudely.
He nodded.
'Why doesnt he ever talk? The only time he's actually spoken to me was to tell me him name. I wish he would...' Hasame wondered.
"What are you doing here?"he said, and Hasame stared at him.
"Um, I'm waiting for my family. I'm going to school...why are you here?"
"It's none of your concern."
Hasame's temeper rose. Why that arrogant guy! How dare he ask her her reasons for being here, but not even bothering to take the curtosy of explaining to her why he was here?
"Hey, i told you why I was here, you could at least tell me why you were hiding there, watching me!" said Hasame offensivly, folding her arms across her chest.
"I'm allowed to be here, arent I?" snapped the red haired boy.
Hasame mentally tugged at her hair.
"Well, duh ya! But why were you spying on me?" spat the girl, feeling like slapping the guy before her. She stood up, then realised that that was a mistake. Her height was a 5'4". He clearly was at least 2 or 3 inches taller than her.
He didnt answer her. Hasame heard a door open and the loud voice or her little brother, chatting insensessly.
Gaara disappeared, something swirled around Hasame. Feeling it from her face, she realised it was sand.
'Sand? Wow, this is getting really weird. Im officially freaked out.' thought Hasame fearfully.
Driving in the car on their way to her dad's, Hasame gazed out the fogged up window, for it was raining, the whole 15 minutes. Gaara...that guy was really mysterious. She was so deep in thought that she didnt even notice that the car had pulled up to her driveway.
"Hasame! Wake up! We're here! Come on!" yelled her annoying brother.
"Ok ok, im coming!"she yelled back, getting her bag out of the car trunk.
The bus would arrive in less than 5 minutes, and Hasame was sitting on the porch, staring into space. Again, not noticing the bus honking at her to hurry up. Jumping up, she snatched her school bag and hoped on the bus, sitting at the very back, gazing out the back door window, tracing squiggles and swirls on the foggy window. Her friend, Nari looked at her curiosly, for her best friend wasnt her usual talkative self, always talking about the latest sports and what she would want for her birthday, which was about 17 days away.
Shaking the girls shoulders, Nari said a bit loudly,
"Oi, Hasame! Whats up with you girl? You are silent on me. Are you giving me the cold shoulder or what?"
Hasame jumped at the sudden warmth on her shoulder.
"Oh no, Nari, im fine! I was just thinking about stuff. You know, ha ha."
Hasame grinned, and began chatting with Nari, but her friend was still worried about her.
The school day passed uneventfully. Hasame tried her best to pay attention, and managed to advert the curious looks she got from her teachers and fellow students. At the end of school, her french/math teacher held her back.
"Hasame, is there something wrong at home are something? You haven't been yourself lately, and I believe some of the students have noticed as well. You can tell me, you know." said her teacher, her eyebrows raising in concern.
Hasame laughed lightly to her self, and her teacher's eyebrows went higher.
"Sorry. No, there is nothing wrong, I think. But, no one could do anything about it, or even understand what it is. No, there is nothing wrong. Believe me." Hasame said, looking anywhere but her teachers eyes, instead fidgeting with her fingers. She smiled as she stared at her feet.
"Hm, ok then, you may go. But listen," her teacher said, stopping Hasame as she got up.
"Im serious about me being a listening ear if you need it, ok?"
Hasame smiled, and nodded in acknowledgment.
Rushing to the bus and sitting down in her usual seat, Nari asked her what the teach wanted.
"Meh, nothing important. Don't worry about it. So what did you think of the soccer tournament coming up?"
And the girls chattered for the whole bus ride and when the bus arrived at Nari's house, Nari called out to her from outside the bus,
"Call me tonight, ok girl?"
"Ya sure!" replied Hasame, slipping her head back inside the bus before the bus driver could see her.
Looking around the bus once again, she noticed she was the last one again.
She started to sing quietly to herself.
So she said what's the problem baby?
What's the
problem I don't know
Well, maybe I'm in love
(Love)
Think
about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop thinking 'bout
it
How much longer will it take to cure this?
Just to cure it
cause I can't ignore it if it's love
(Love)
Makes me wanna turn
around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love
"Child, we're at your place!"called the busdriver from the front, looking at the girl in the rear-view mirror.
"Oh, thanks! Sorry, I was thinking." replied Hasame, picking up her bag and rushing up to the front.
"Again? Heh heh, child, your going to become old fast with all your thinking!" chuckled the old woman, her eyes crinkling up, and looked at the girl.
"My mother always said I was the deep one." admitted Hasame.
"Indeed you are." Motioning for her to hurry up, the doors closed and left Hasame at her father's house.
Dropping her bag in the hallway, Hasame looked around the house. She was alone. Which was strange, because her brother came home before her. Checking the calendar, it read that he had a program at the YMCA. Figures. So, all alone in the house, Hasame grabbed a banana and plugged in her music to the speakers and played "Desert Rose". She loved this song, it was her all time favourite. It reminded her of something...
"Or someone.."she thought aloud, lying on her bed, gazing up at the white ceiling.
"Of who?"
Hasame nearly fell off her bed in surprise.
"W-whos t-there?" Hasame regained her balance and slid into a fighting position. 5 years of karate had finally paid off.
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert
sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my
hand
"I don't repeat myself girl, answer my question."
Searching feverishly around her bedroom, she saw a figure on her window sill. She could see red hair and those creamy blue eyes.
"G-Gaara? W-why are you here?"
"Answer my question." he growled, black rimmed eyes turning to slits.
I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts
that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the
shape of the mans desire
"I-uh...I don't remember who it is. Now answer my question. Why are you here? In MY bedroom?" said Hasame,
" I followed you." was his answer. Not very explanitory at all.
"Um, could I have a better explination please?"Hasame said saucily, planting her hands on her hips and cocking them to one side, a challenged look on her features.
Gaara couldnt help but smile inside at her sarcasm. It was so...'No, don't think that.' He shook his head furiously.
Seeing the red head shake his head, Hasame was even more confused. And even more enraged.
"Hello! I am talking to YOU!" said Hasame loudly, waving a hand in front of her, attempting to get his attention back to her.
"Yes I am listening!" he snapped at her.
Hasame jumped a bit at his voice. "Sorry…" she mumbled.
The red haired girl plopped herself on the bed, listening to the music.
This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret
promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture
you more than this
And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic
of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothings as it
seems
"Why did you follow me home, Gaara" she whispered, staring at her hands. When there was no answer, Hasame looked up to see the room empty of the young man that had sat on her window sill. Sighing, Hasame turned off the music and began her end of the year homework.
How much longer will it take to
cure this Come on, come on
Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love
(love)
Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know
nothing 'bout love
Turn a little
faster
Come on, come on
The world will follow after
Come
on, come on
Cause everybody's after
love
Ok ppl! I luv the ONLY review I got from 999Shikaku999. THANKS SO MUCH MELZ! Luv ya 4eva! Lol. So, leave a review pretty plz with a cherry on top! Ok, I wont be able to update till NEXT WEEK! I know, don't hurt me! cowers in corner ahem… cause im going to Ottawa with my school. Plus, I have to think up a good idea for the next chapter. If you want long chapters, it takes me longer to update. If you want shorter chapters, shorter update…but shorter story. SO! Its ur decision. W.e. LUV Y'ALL!
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