Hey everyone!! I would like to firstly APOLOGISE for my severe lack of updating! I know that how much I personally dislike it when authors go a long time without updating their fanfictions ... so you are all free to hate me! But let me explain!!!!
Over the past year I haven't had very much time to sit down at my PC and write the next chapter. The reasons for this are varied. I'd say Exams are pretty prominent, as well as a crazy boom in my social life (parties are so hard to say no too ): ) but their was also a messy breakup and the sudden death of a friend that I found hard to deal with.
Any hoo I AM SO SORRY! And without further ado here is Chapter 3 of roommates!
Disclaimer: I Own my apology to you ... But I do not own Naruto!
Roommates
A Naruto Fanfiction by Beautifulx-Tears
Chapter 3: One Month On
Gaara was surprised at how quickly he managed to fall into a daily routine in number 14. The rooms, being light and airy, allowed a strange and long absent sense of calm wash over him, as he went about the laborious task of sorting out the closet room that Sakura had assigned to him when he had returned to the apartment a few days after their first meeting with a box of possessions and the bare minimum of furniture residing in the back of Narutos van (The blond had offered his services as delivery man for the occasion, in the hope that it would cause his bubbly cousin less trouble).
With the strange sense of serenity, the hot tempered red head had managed to organise his bed and drawers into the small space, with the help of Sakura who, interestingly enough, had a hidden talent with the design and arrangement of a room.
"Okay the bed has GOT to go under that window!! It's just the only way this will work, plus if you stick the drawer opposite the wardrobe there will be more floor space!!" The pink haired girl and babbled as she started trying to shift the weight of Gaaras furniture pieces, huffing slightly as she forced her legs against the ground so the bed would inch closer to the desired spot, before Gaara started to find it less amusing and offered to help.
She sat on his bed after that, her legs dangly over the side and pointed out the places where she thought things should go, which slightly pricked Gaaras annoyance, for he was a person that was far from used to being told what he should and shouldn't do.
He kept his anger in check however and endured her orderings, which helped in a way to allow him to settle into this new found daily routine.
And he was glad of this.
After he had given her a chance, he found that Sakura was a very interesting and passionate person indeed, which coupled with a ditzy personality and airheaded common sense, made her very amusing to live with.
She worked long shifts at the Hospital, coming home late every evening, often when Gaara had decided to take an early night, but rather than moaning about the lack of rest and social time, Sakura seemed to revel in it. If Gaara could find the patience (though he usually couldn't, even with the calm serenity he felt due to the light hearted apartment) he would listen to her babble on and on about the patients she cared for and the people she worked with. He noticed that every time she mentioned being able to save people lives her eyes would sparkle with passion for her work.
Oddly enough, Sakura found similar things in Gaaras personality. Despite being dubious to begin with, she found that after a few weeks, the hot tempered man began to slowly show his true colours.
His mood swings were difficult to deal with however, the way he would suddenly skip from being relatively calm, to stressed and annoyed, snapping at every word she said and earning him a slap around the face or a melon to the back of the head (Sakura had a habit at throwing fruit), but the pink haired girl found that she could easily cope with this just with a firm hand, coupled with her own dry sarcastic wit.
So soon she realised that he was a very complex and interesting person, with a troubled past and a soul that was almost run on the tempo of music.
Having had an average upbringing, he had gone off the rails as a child after his parents had died in a hit and run accident. He had gotten in with the wrong crowds, drinking heavily and messing around with drugs and girls before he had even finished high school ... and yet he had managed to pick it up again after he found a passion for music rooted from the . The Music scene in Liverpool where he grew up was always alive and thriving, and before he realised he had become consumed by it. The heart wrenching ballads of tortured song writers and the desperation in so many unsigned acts as they graced the stage of the famous Cavern Club where he had found work, easily replaced the drugs and sex that usually filled his life.
It was around this time that he had met Naruto, who had fronted a popular local punk band, and they teamed up to open "Jinchuriki Records". The rest was history.
Sakura loved how Gaara would become instantly focused once she asked about his day, talking his way through all the up and coming acts they had signed and laughing about the hopeless hopefuls that would appear all set to take on the pop charts with no music and no real talent for the vocals. The whole thing amused and excited him to no end.
The days passed easily and things weren't really that complicated. Gaara found he had never been able to experience this kind of normality before and Sakura ... she enjoyed the company, the stories from the company, the demo tapes he would play each morning which he would sometimes ask her opinion on.
Before long they were close friends.
But there in lay the problem. Gaara never had close friends. Sure he had his siblings and his one best friend Naruto ... but being this close to a girl was usually completely impossible. That wasn't the way it worked for him.
A relationship with a girl never came without sex.
Yet somehow whenever he would glance at the pink haired girl, whether she was laying on the couch with her nose in a book or listening to a medical lecture, he found himself being grateful for her company.
It was her eyes that did it. The green consumed him, and the security there was insane.
Their first month as roommates had gone without a glitch, their friendship was cemented.
But on the first day on that month, just before they were to leave for work ...
A masculine knock at the door managed to change everything.
Forgive me, but I am filling in the blanks ... setting the scene
I promise that very soon (as in ... THE NEXT CHAPTER) everything will start happening!
This is going to get gooooooooooood!
I will probebly be updating this monthly from now on :D Maybe a bit more if you guys are lucky!
Final not: LONG LIVE THE CAVERN CLUB!!!!
