Too Personal
A/N- Here is chapter two for you. Enjoy it. I would like to see thank you to my beta reader, named Reishii-chan for beta reading the second chapter for me. Bye
Chapter two: First mood: MAD
"Kankuro thanks for bring me here. Can you show me to my room?" asks Sakura. The house was luxurious looking—with a round stair-case and antique looking oak banisters, along the walls they were littered with Kazekage's from the past, and one that looked startling like Gaara caught her eye as they reached the second floor.
That must be his father. He was the one who ruined Gaara's life…
"Sure," replies Kankuro, interrupting her thoughts, and promptly leads her to her room at the end of the grand hallway, which are also adorned in pictures of relatives and, she supposed, past Kages from all over the world. The house had a distinct homey feel that must have been given off from all of the warm looking pictures; it just seemed to make the home more complete, like there was an actual family living here rather than a house full of a leader and his closest advisors.
"To the right down the hall is the bathroom, and there's another one downstairs, too. The kitchen is downstairs too, and the dining room is next to it."
A few moments later they were at the door, Kankuro fishing around his pockets, when Sakura giggles at the sight.
"Ah, found it!" Kankuro announces.
Unlocking the door and giving the key to Sakura for her to use, Kankuro briefly shows her around the quaint sized room that resembles more of a hotel suite before announcing that he would help with supper.
Sakura walks into the room and looks around and sees it's very big. The bed has a Victorian style feel to it, with a large canopy overhead and silken sheets with a comforter and down blanket that look cozy and comfortable. In the corner sits a moderate looking dresser and a desk with a mirror and various drawers.
I think I'm going to like in this room, she thought pleasantly.
Unpacking her clothes into the drawers and walking to the closet to hang some dresses and more clothes, she hums to herself as she busies herself with making her room more like her own, and not a residential suite preserved for someone of a higher status.
An hour later, Kankuro knocked on the door, Sakura walks over to open the door and sees Kankuro covered with flour. Sakura starts giggling until she falls on the ground, clutching her stomach.
"Kankuro, what happen to you?" asked Sakura in between giggles.
"It's my turned to make supper, and I opened the flour bag from the bottom by mistake… and, well, you see." He points to himself and gives a light smile.
"Sorry to hear. I'll help you, said Sakura walking out of the room and pointing him toward the bathroom. "But first go and change,"
"Fine," he sulks, and stalks off to his room and changes into something more casual. They head to the kitchen and notice the mess that's left on the floor with the flour Kankuro had dropped, noticing that it hadn't just dropped on the floor—but on the counter, the sink, and, somehow, the fridge.
"Kankuro," Temari hisses, pointing an accusatory finger at the mess, "what on earth did you do?"
Kankuro pretends to make a show of knowing what she was talking about my pinching the bridge of his nose and surveying the room with a thoughtful look. "Mmm, you see I opened the flour bag the wrong way and this is sort of what happened." He admits reluctantly.
"You're hopeless with cooking." Replies Temari, shoving a broom and dustpan in his hands.
"And you're not any better," he mutters as he begins cleaning up.
"What did you say?" Kankuro yelps as he ducks from a frying pan being thrown at his head, and Temari begins chasing him with a rolling pin.
Sakura laughs and shakes her head, cleaning up after Kankuro—who she hopes will be alive for supper—and begins preparing what he had been in the first place; spaghetti and garlic bread.
It was something simple so she wouldn't have to focus too much on it, and making the garlic bread from scratch proved to be a challenge, but an hour later the spaghetti was cooked and the sauce was well stirred, and the garlic bread came out of the oven golden brown.
Just as Sakura announces that supper's ready, Gaara enters the house and kicks his sandals off, a scowl etched on his face. Storming up to his room, Sakura looks at Temari who shakes her head.
"What's wrong with Gaara?" asks Sakura to Temari and Kankuro.
"Don't know—don't care really," replies Kankuro.
"Probably from work—it stresses him out. Sakura would you be a dear and please tell him dinner is ready?" asks Temari as she begins bringing plates and utensil out into the dining room.
"Where's Gaara's room?"
"By your room, two doors down." Temari calls over her shoulder.
Sakura nods and begins heading up the stairs, thinking, I hope he doesn't kill me for interrupting him.You mean you hope he doesn't kill us.
She stands in front of his door, a simple maple-wood carved door, but to her it feels like an ominous being; like it cages an animal. She gives three light knocks, and when there's no answer, she calls out softly, "Gaara, dinner is ready."
When she hears no reply, she tries to knock once more, but silence greets her and she's getting annoyed. Slowly, she latches her hand onto the doorknob and gives it an experimental turn, so measured and quiet that it was almost undetectable. When the handle turns the entire way, she barely snatches her hand back to try knocking again when a voice barks at her from behind.
"What do you think you're doing?" Startling her, she turns and bumps right into Gaara's chest.
"Sorry, Kazekage," she apologizes hastily, bowing incessantly until he tells her to stop.
"For what? Invading my personal space?"
"No! I didn't go in, I swear! I was told to get you to come back stairs to eat, since dinner's ready." She blurts and makes a hasty retreat downstairs in the safety of his siblings. Maybe he won't slaughter me in front of them, she thinks hopefully.
Sakura was just about on the first step when she felt sand crawling up her legs. She flings around to face a very angry Gaara looking at her.
"So you went into my room to get me?" asked Gaara glaring.
"Not really! I barely opened the door. I wasn't going to go in there, okay? Just let me go already." She snaps and yanks her foot in effort to dispel the sand.
Gaara releases his grip on the sand and then walks pass Sakura; as he walks by, a cold breeze sweeps past her face. She vowed never to make him this angry again.
A/N- I hope you like the first mood. Please comment me. Bye