For me personally, there are a lot of things that make you human. I to have compiled a list of what does and what doesn't. Thanks for reading.

Enjoy.

Chance is the providence of adventurers.

Napoleon Bonaparte

# 18. Scuba Dive. . . . That very day

She didn't give him any choice, through his glaring and colorful vocabulary; she dragged him into the store to buy them some scuba gear. The first thing she wanted to do was swim, of all things, she wanted to swim. He hated water, more than anything in the world and she knew it. But that didn't stop her. Over the years, her bank account had managed to grow regardless of how bad the economy was. So when the bill came out to over five hundred dollars, Gaara's jaw nearly dropped. Sakura waved it off as if she was buying nail polish. And before he knew it, they were standing on the beach, looking out into the Atlantic Ocean. She had never been in these waters before, and was looking forward to diving in it. She changed into her scuba gear in a heartbeat and waited patiently Gaara to put his on while he purposely moved at a glacier pace.

"Have you ever done this before?"

She grinned, "Nope."

And with that said, they jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge into the freezing ocean.

An hour later, when their oxygen tank was completely empty, they reemerged on the shores of Manhattan. Sakura was beyond exhilarated; despite how dirty and mucky the water was, she had never seen so many odd looking fish before. There were some with rainbow colored scales and some with glowing bodies. Overall it was a fun experience, something she'd like to try again back home. Gaara on the other hand was laying face down on the sand after he threw his gear off. To say he was frightened beyond all belief was an understatement. And to think, he always thought sharks were in the Pacific Ocean only. He never wanted to go near water, ever again.

# 1. Street Race. . . . Two days later

One of Sakura's favorite movies was Fast and the Furious. The cars were hot, the people were hot, and so was the danger in street racing. Despite how fast the car was going, and no matter what the person crashed into, they always seemed to live in the end. So being an immortal, she just had to try it. Despite Gaara's protesting and the fact that she didn't even have a car, she ignored his ranting and asked locals when the next street was. East New York City, nine o'clock.

"You don't even have a car."

"I know."

She found an underground garage where race cars were held. After much persuasion and a hefty price she was willing to pay, she bought a pink, convertible race car with 165 horsepower naturally aspirated SR20DE and a N1-style exhaust. Gaara wanted to hit his head against the wall until it cracked open. When the time came, she paid the usual fee and betting money. No one had high hopes, not even Gaara, who was calling her stupid the entire time. And surprise, surprise, she didn't win. However, she did manage to get second place, totaling the car in the end after crashing into a few things. But she came out of the wreckage nice and dandy, with no scratches at all. She was asked again if she wanted to go again the next night, Gaara pulled her away faster than any other race car.

# 35. Save a Life. . . . Four days later

It was raining, pouring actually. And the last thing Gaara wanted to do was go outside where he could get wet, or attacked by sharks. As they made their way to the café she wanted to eat at, she heard something very faint on the other side of the street.

"Don't even think about it."

"Too bad."

She dashed over to the other side, completely ignoring the fact that she was running through traffic. Despite the fact that she can't die, he couldn't help clutching his chest when a semi-truck zoomed past her. She clutched into the railing and looked over the bridge to see a box floating down the river. The noise she heard turned out to be whimpering, and the whimpering came from a pregnant dog. Before Gaara could even drag her back, she dived into the river and emerged two seconds later, holding onto the box as she struggled to swim to shore. As cursed the heavens and jumped in after he, he knew right then and there; he hated her.

It was a good thing the café let dogs in, because five minutes after they arrived soaking wet, the dog gave birth to five healthy pups. As the people in the tiny restaurant awed and cooed at the babies, one had the nerve to throw up on him. He also realized that he hated dogs.

# 5. Get Drunk. . . .The next day

Being an immortal, your body regenerates itself every single time despite the damage. Externally or Internally. So when Sakura brought back ten paper bags with glass bottles and liquor inside them, he knew she was up to no good. The human liver can process alcohol with moderate drinking, but heavy drinking can result in liver disease and fatty liver cells. But in Sakura's case, that doesn't even begin to cross her mind. In fact, she doesn't even care. Why? Because she'd never been drunk before, thus coming to the conclusion that in order to be like a human; you must drink like one. Twenty bottles of rum, vodka, and tequila later, she's still sitting straight up with a frown on her face. Not the least bit buzzed. "Gaara, get me a beer!"

# 26. Nosebleed. . . .The next day

She's bled before, countless times. Working for the government, you're sent on missions where you are guaranteed to get hurt. Two thousand and five bullets, ten stab wounds, three drowns, eleven car accidents, and much more damage later; she's still up and walking. But the one thing she never had, the one thing that separates her from everyone else, rests in Gaara' fist. He was staring at her like she grew a second head, there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to punch her. Despite how annoying she was and how much he wanted her to shut up, he wasn't going to hit her. Especially in the face. She wanted a nose bleed so bad she even tried hitting herself, but it didn't work, even with her inhuman strength. She didn't want to do this but he gave her no choice. "Emo." Suddenly a huge, male fist slammed into her face and she flying across the room. He was immediately at her side, lifting her in his arms and scowling at her stupid grinning face. Blood raced down her nose and onto his hand.

# 32. Skateboard. . . .Three days later

Chronologically she was ninety eight, mentally…somewhere between twelve and sixteen. Because only a child would want to do the things she does. He watched her randomly walk up to boys, probably still in high school, and talk to them sweetly. They all blushed and acted so giddy, it quite clear to Gaara that these virgin boys had never talked to a girl before. So it was obvious they would do anything to make her stay even longer, and thankfully for her, they had what she needed. He gave her a weird look when she came back with a skateboard in hand. She went up the tallest half pipe and waved nervously down at him as she positioned herself. Let's just say, he'd never heard so many bones crack from one tiny body.

# 11. Kiss. . . .Two days later

He was utterly tired, while she was still bouncing up and down in the one room hotel. Despite how much money she had, he never liked it when others paid for him. So he opted to get a room for both of them. At this point, all he wanted to do was flop down in bed and go to sleep. But before he could even begin to close his eyes, he felt the bed shift and something tiny straddling him. His jade eyes opened and got a full view of Sakura, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Before he could say anything, she bent down and kissed him. Her strawberry flavored lips were on top of his, and he was at a complete loss of what to do. But as soon as it happened, it ended. She smiled down at him and jumped off, heading for the bathroom. Leaving him to sleep with his eyes open.

# 29. Donate Blood. . . .Two weeks later

He loved blood. She didn't. He loved the smell and the taste. She gagged and turned pale. So it was completely befuddling why she wanted to donate blood. When they stepped into the Red Cross donation center, she grabbed onto his hand with an iron grip and stood by him. When he asked her why she wanted to do this, she felt somewhat better and turned to him. "I want my blood to heal someone, just like how it heals me."

# 36. Paint a Picture. . . .Four days later

Some of Sakura's favorite painters were Leonardo da Vinci, Pablo Picasso, or Claude Monet. Their paintings were getaways from everyday life, indescribably beauty put on display for people to gaze at. So when Gaara came back to the hotel, he didn't expect to see a half naked Sakura covered in paint and open books scattered all over the ground. She stood in front of an easel with a portrait of a blond haired woman staring back. He went to her side and admired the painting. "I think your mom would have loved this."

# 46. Sex. . . .Two and a half week later

She remembered the first time she lost her 'virginity.' Is that is what you call it, it didn't matter how many times she had sex because her body would heal itself back together. She was somewhere around twelve going on thirteen. His name was Uchiha Sasuke and he was around the same age. The only reason why she did it with him was because he was there and she was curious. So when they were caught in the middle of the act by her mother and their teacher, they demanded and explanation. "If I'm old enough to kill someone; I'm old enough to have sex."

She said it so loudly and profoundly, they didn't do anything about it. So here she was, eighty six years later, only this time she was 'nineteen.' His name is Hyuga Negi, the grandchild of Hyuga Neji. A long time ago, he owed her a big favor, and now, his spawn was going to repay his grandfather's debt. She smiled down at him and told him to hold on for the ride of his life. Gaara was sent on a scavenger hunt provided by Sakura. "Tam…pons…ew."

I have done half the things on this list, and I am bloody proud of it.

Yeah, nothing is in numeric order. Why? Because life is spontaneous.

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Ciao.