It took me forever to write this.... then half of it kept deleting itself! jeez... but I hope you enjoy

I stared at that face... the one that made me have so many dreams of chucking at it with an axe, knife, fork, spoon... whatever was close... that face which I wanted so badly to hurt. To kill. I watched him as he stared at me all curiousity now in one fine point that was being pressed against my face... waiting. I stared into his eyes as Emerald met Saphire. It felt strange staring into his eyes like this. Sure I was looking for weakness but his eyes searched for something else. Something I was scared of him finding. I was sure it wouldn't be a good thing. Not good at all.

I backed away from him and shook my head roughly trying to clear my thoughts. I felt like I betrayed my whole being just by letting him look at me like that! He doesn't look at me with the rage or hatred I assumed he would... he just looks at me... like he cares? no its something stronger than that... and that hurt worse than any amount of pain he could inflict. He cared about me... well he liked me then. Not love or anything... just like. As though I was someone he wouldn't mind seeing again but not necessarily wanting to see me every day. I stared at him in horror before running away. I walked up to the next floor and fallowed my directions perfectly. In not even a minute I was racing to the car parked just outside.

I jerked open the door and greeted Sai with a brief nod. He smirked and sped away making my stomach jolt when I got a glimpse of Gaara staring after me. He looked... impressed.

I tried not to notice how much Sai seemed to be improving on his smirk tonight. Yes, the boy that could barely convince anyone that he had emotional problems because of how much he sucked at showing emotion, was currently smirking like a pro. I ignored this blatant amount of cruelty as he drove me to my current house. I smiled softly knowing what would happen as soon as Sai parked. And sure enough...

A loud gun shot filled the air as i jumped out of the car gracefully landing like a cat. I spun around to see a smirking face as a gun pointed at my head. Quickly I kicked the man in the side of his head making him stumble but quickly regain his composure. He blink hard... then blinked again. I twirled his gun in my hand. Quickly he attempted to jump me but I kicked him in the chest sending him flying backwards.

Suddenly I heard someone clapping from behind me. I tried not to glance back as I ran up to the light post beside us and climbed to the top swiftly as I stared my enemies down. All grinning at my success. This was all just a test. I smiled at my mentor and best friend Sasori as he smirked up at me. He was the one who helped shape me into the fighter I am plus he also taught me how to run the company of both Uchiha and my new magazine. He taught me everything I know and yet he thinks my anger at Gaara is just a game.

"So have you heard that Gaara is in town? So will you annihilate him quickly or just torture him for several years on end?" He smirked making me smile at him sweetly before jumping down into a crouch before him. Standing up I brushed the dust off of my clothes before tracing the spikes in his hair. He had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. With his beautiful blood red hair and deep amber eyes that bore into mine. His lips were a light red color as his skin glowed with its pure light peach color. I have never met anyone like this man and I already knew he was mine to love for eternity. I know Gaara might kill me but I don't think that's a good reason to suddenly force this man to hear my feelings. No. I wont ever tell him.

"Yes I already spoke with him but a complication has occured." I said simply trying to hide my humiliation at the fact that Gaara likes me. He wants to be closer to me. Probably aquantince or friend at most. Still this was way too close for comfort for someone like me. I hid my face from veiw as Sasori studied me curiously. I felt my face flush as I thought about how similar Gaara looked like compared to Sasori. Sure he was a couple inches shorter, different color eyes, and he had bags all around them while Sasori looked well rested and fine. I don't know why I even bothered thinking of both of them at the same time. I hated Gaara but I loved Sasori. That's just the way it is.

Suddenly Sasori's fingers traced my eyelids as I looked up at him shocked. Suddenly he was gone a single black rose in his place.