Chapter TWO
Gaara stepped through the door to his room. He had been sent on another boring mission. Shukaku raged within him, not at all satisfied with the half a dozen bandits he had squeezed to death with his sand during his C rank mission. It was most definitely not his fault that the client had gotten in the way and had nearly lost a limb.
He plopped down on his bed, clutching head. After a while, the pain of Shukaku faded away, just leaving a throbbing behind.
He looked around his room, and noticed that Sakura wasn't there.
"Sakura." He called, but there was no reply. She usually appeared whenever he called her name, and that was because she was always within earshot. This meant that Sakura was too far away to hear him. Gaara gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes.
The girl was like a snake. Sly, powerful and always managed to slip away form everything. Gaara had to admit that she was a genius, maybe even a prodigy. She always had a countless amount of possible scenarios running through her mind, and had a counter for each. He knew this better than anyone.
He also knew his father was regretting giving the girl to him, all those years ago. She would have made the perfect assassin. She could harden her bones to the point she was immune to most of his attacks. Sakura had never told him where she had been before she had come to him, but that was one of the few things Gaara had decided to let her keep to herself.
Besides, no one had expected her to live this long.
She had come when he was five, and now, they were twelve. For seven years, Sakura had stayed with him, not a word of complaint or protest. Sometimes, Gaara felt a very foreign and yet, familiar warmth spread throughout him. And then the present caught up with him and it was gone. But it was there.
There was a knock at the door and Gaara instantly recognized Sakura's chakra signature outside. His sand moved, unlocking the door and Sakura stepped through. "My apologies for not greeting you, Gaara-sama." She murmured, bowing her head.
Gaara held back from lashing out. He would listen to her first. He flicked his finger, indicating for her to enter. Sakura moved into the room, closing the door behind her. Gaara gestured for her to come closer and once she was within arms reach, he grabbed her arm. He felt her skin, sandy from the thin layer of sand enveloping her. If anyone but him were to grab her in a threatening way, the sand would react. There wasn't enough sand to harm them, but it would be enough of a defense from small cuts.
He grasped her wrist in a grip that would surely leave a mark, not that he minded. She belonged to him, so why shouldn't he be allowed to mark her?
He plopped the girl onto his lap and buried his nose into her hair. He took a deep breath before nibbling on her ear. "Where were you?" He asked.
Sakura shifted a little, otherwise staying still. "I was at the Kaze-kage-sama's office, Gaara-sama." She said. "He called for me."
Gaara narrowed his eyes. "And...did you know that I was back?"
Sakura nodded. "Of course, Gaara-sama."
"Then why didn't you come to greet me?" He growled against the pale skin of her neck.
"Kaze-kage-sama didn't allow me to leave." It sounded like an excuse, but he knew that the one person Sakura wouldn't lie to was him.
Gaara ran his sharp teeth down the length of her neck. "You stayed with my father, even though you knew I was back?" He asked.
"I-" Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by her own gasp.
Gaara tore his teeth through the pale skin of her neck, biting as hard as he could. He drew back momentarily, licking his lips before plunging his tongue into the wound. He moved it around until a sharp gasp of pain erupted from Sakura's mouth.
"Your top priority should be me." Gaara snarled. "Not my father. If the choice were me or my father, your answer should be obvious!" He ran his tongue up Sakura's cheek, leaving behind a trail of blood. "Tell me, who do you belong to?"
"You, Gaara-sama."
"I am always above my father. You are to obey me and only me. You are mine. You are to follow my orders and take them above what others give you. It I order you to do something, you do it, regardless of the fact that the one who may be opposing is my father, the Kaze-kage."
Sakura nodded. Gaara roughly shoved the girl away. She crouched on the ground, head bowed. He clenched his fist and another gasp of pain freed itself from Sakura's mouth. He flicked his finger and from his height, could see the blood dripping down Sakura's cheek, landing on the ground.
"Look up."
Sakura did so, blinking her eyes furiously. However, she made no moves to rub her eye. The 愛 mark on her left forehead was welling blood, trailing down her face. Gaara decided that he liked the way her eye looked red. He twitched his hand again and a new wave of blood seeped out. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad idea when he had decided to leave grains of sand in her wound.
"You have a mouth. Use it. Who do you belong to?"
"You, Gaara-sama."
Gaara relaxed his fist and gently swiped his hand to the side. The sand on her trailed across her face, cupping her wound, stopping the blood from spilling into her eye. "Good." He watched blood drip down Sakura's neck.
"I don't want to hurt you." He whispered. "So just listen to me, okay?" Sakura nodded.
"Deal with the wound." Gaara told her.
Sakura dipped her head and reached up with her hand. A warm glow of chakra, looking so out of place, appeared on her hand. She ran a finger over the bite marks and they quickly healed. The bleeding of her forehead stopped too. Gaara nodded and the clump of sand around her forehead broke apart, once again layering itself on her skin.
Gaara growled at the thought of Sakura spending time with someone other than him. "Are you still spending time with that...that..."
Sakura tilted her head. "Chiyo-baa-sama?" Sakura asked. Gaara gruffly nodded. "Yes. She has been teaching me the art of healing, poisons, as well as the usage of chakra strings."
Gaara pressed down the negative feelings pooling within him. Everything she did was for him and he knew it.
Suddenly, she vanished with a swish of movement.
There was another knock at the door, which opened to reveal Sasori, his cousin, and one of the people who Gaara could tolerate. However, he had just recently began working for the Kazekage, and was still one of the many people who didn't know exactly where Sakura stood. To him, and many others, she was a 'pink haired girl who always seems to be around Gaara'.
Sasori nodded at him. "The Kaze-kage wants to see you." He said. He glanced around the room curiously, before leaving. Gaara scowled, but got to his feet.
"Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara." The Kazekage said. "You three are entering the Chunin Exams which are to be held in Konoha as a team."
Gaara narrowed his eyes.
The Kazekage met his youngest son's gaze with a smirk. "And you have a job."
The Kazekage had finished speaking. Gaara, though unwillingly, had etched the 'plan' to mind.
"Any questions?"
Temari stepped slightly forwards. "When are we leaving?" She asked.
The Kazekage turned around dismissively in his chair. "In a weeks' time." He told them.
Temari and Kankuro bowed. They slowly withdrew from the room. Gaara followed a second later. The moment the door had closed behind them, both Temari and Kankuro stiffened, glancing nervously at Gaara. Gaara ignored them, turning his head around as if he were looking for something.
"Sakura!"
There wasn't even a heartbeat of pause before there was a swish of movement and clothing, and the pinkette appeared in front of Gaara.
"Yes, Gaara-sama?"
Gaara nodded in satisfaction. "I am to leave for Konoha in a weeks time. You are to come with me."
Sakura nodded.
He scowled, mulling over a decision. "Tell me about Konoha."
Sakura dipped her head. "Konoha, unlike Suna, is a place full of trees. It rarely, if not ever, has problems with lack of food and water. It is said to be one of the most powerful of all Hidden Villages." Sakura paused.
"How about the people there?" Gaara pressed.
"Konoha is the village housing some of the most powerful and well known clans, such as the Uchiha clan and Hyuga clan, as well as the Yamanaka clan and the Nara clan. It is the birth village of the Yellow Flash, the fourth and current Hokage of Konoha, the famous son of Hatake Sakumo, Copy ninja, Hatake Kakashi, and the prodigy, Uchiha Itachi."
Gaara nodded curtly. "That's enough." He turned around. "I'm going to the training ground. Sakura?"
"Of course, Gaara-sama."
Gaara's sand poured out of his gourd. A tendril grasped Sakura's wrist, pulling her towards him. He grabbed her around the waist and they disappeared in a swirl of sand.
Sorry about the very late update. Also if there were any errors. (There will probably be a lot)(Was slightly rushed)
Darque: Raven broke his arm. A car ran into him(ish).
Raven: It wasn't my fault. The car ran into me.
Darque: That's what I said.
Raven: I meant that it wasn't my fault.
Darque: Yeah, cause cars just randomly run into people who are waiting for the traffic light to turn from RED to GREEN.
Raven: ...
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