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Chapter 2: Guarded
Blue eyes stared intently down at Sakura's sleeping form, his mind swimming in countless thoughts concerning the rosette kunoichi resting on the white sheeted hospital bed. So much of her had changed in the last two years that he had been apart from her. Unconsciously, the red headed Kazekage let his eyes travel from her face, down to her exposed middle section.
For an unknown reason, his eyes remained plastered on the well toned, tight skin between her small black shirt and black pants. He wondered how her skin felt, if it was as soft as a Sakura petal, but once he figured where his line of thinking was leading him, he quickly averted his gaze. Seemingly tired of standing up for the remainder of last night and half of the day, Gaara sat down on the bed, his back to Sakura.
He stared at the clock hanging on the wall; it was already nearing mid-day. She had been sleeping for almost nine hours. Once or twice she had mumbled something he could not understand, but otherwise slept soundly without awakening. It was at this time that the young kunoichi plunged Gaara into complete and utter puzzlement with just a small whisper. "...Gaara..."
He looked down at her so fast that he almost got whiplash, his eyes wide with shock and surprise. Was she dreaming...and if so, why was he in her dream?Why was he in her dream and why had she breathed out his name? Observing her face, Gaara could see that she was not having a nightmare, so it must be that she was dreaming something...or his name just slipped from her mouth by accident. He shook his head and recrossed his arms over his chest, but his blue eyes stayed glued on her beautiful face.
...Beautiful? Well, she most certainly was not ugly, and he was not known as a liar. Gazing at her more closely, he could clearly see why Naruto and Lee had once declared that they were in love with Haruno. However, Naruto ended up marrying Hinata Hyuga, but Lee was still single. Either because he thought that Sakura would come around sometime soon and accept his love for her, or because he just could not find someone else to love.
Everyone had paired up over the years. Naruto and Hinata were married, Neiji and TenTen were seeing each other, even Temari and that lazy ass Nara had gotten together. The only ones that weren't together were Lee, Sasuke, Sakura, and himself. Why Sakura and the damn Uchiha did not hurry up and get together , he did not know. She had waited forever for him, bled for him, almost died for him in the hands of Orochimaru, and he had finally returned to her, but now it seemed that he was waiting for her instead.
Any way Gaara put it, he did not really want to think about Sakura and the Uchiha getting together and marrying or dating or whatever the hell they would decide to do together. It sent a small ache to his chest when he would think about Sakura with Sasuke.
Why was he sitting here, next to her anyway? Because he wanted to. He owed her far more than she herself realized. She was the reason why he had decided to go through with becoming Suna's Kazekage in the first place. When Naruto was on a mission or could not make it to Suna during one of his dangerous outbreaks, she was the one who was there in a pink flash, calming him down and reminding him what he wanted. Gaara recalled a time when he spoke with her before he became the Kazekage.
He had been standing on top of a large mountain that over looked Suna. You could see the whole village from that one spot on top of the mountain's edge. It was an hour or two after mid-day. He had wanted to get some time for himself, away from his older siblings and the inhabitants of Suna. He wanted to be left alone for a while...to think, to reflect on himself, and perhaps he wanted to meditate for the fourth time that day. He had just spoken with Konkuro an hour ago about his desire to become Kazekage.
Konkuro had said...Well, his words hurt him even though he did not show that he was hurt. Konkuro had told him that the superiors of the village did not think very much of him...and that when it came to him, the majority of the village was embraced with fear.
He already knew all of that, knew and understood why, but wither way he looked at it, he also that it was unfair. It was at that moment that he sensed her familiar presence. "What are you doing here?"
She smiled at him as she stood next to him, her green eyes taking in the beautiful sight in front of her. "Nothing. Just thought you might want to maybe talk to someone?" Sakura crossed her arms behind her back and waited patiently for him to respond to her question in some way more than just staring.
He turned his body to the side so that he could fully see her, her face containing a vibrant small smile. "You're Naruto's teammate, the girl I almost killed in the chunnin exams last year."
Sakura nodded at him, his mention of almost killing her not bothering her in the least. Then again, for the last three times that he and she had met, he had started conversation with her the same way. "Aren't you the girl I almost killed?" She was not sure if he was reassuring himself that even after his little incident, she was still alive and talking to him, or because he was just not sure what else to start a conversation with.
Either way, she gave him a small giggle just like she always did. "Yeah. U heard about your desire to become the Kazekage. I think that would be a great idea."
He stared at her while he tried while he tried not to look shocked. "How can you see it as a good idea when everyone else around you thinks it is a bad idea?"
Sakura inched closer to him as she spoke. "Everyone around you thinks it is a bad idea because they have no idea when the Shukaku inside of you might decide to get out...but you do. I think that it is a good chance to show the villagers of Suna just how much you have changed; you know, to show that you are not the same person you used to be."
Her thought out answer seemed to be exactly what he needed. He nodded his head at her and then sat down on the sand. He was surprised when she sat down next to him without hesitation. This girl, she had always gotten on his nerves for some reason. She was always so nice and polite...unless you insulted her in some way, but she had never acted that way towards him. She should hate him...just like everyone else. "Are you not afraid of me? Do you not hate me?"
She looked at him with a bewildered expression. "Hate you? Why would I hate you?"
He looked down at the buildings of Suna before he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Because I tried to kill you." He watched as her mouth shaped into a small "o", and then turned her head to the side. She as silent for a while, and he thought that perhaps she did hate him...but then she washed away that thought all together.
She looked at him sincerely as she spoke. "I don't hate you, Gaara. I can't hate anyone really. I have already forgiven you for what you did to me in the past; I understand why it is that you did what you did. I am just not the kind of person who can hold a grudge against someone, no matter what the reason happens to be. Aside from that, i completely understand that you were unstable at the time. Honestly, you surprise me. Going through everything that you went through...and being able to be here as the man you are...I do not think that I could have handled all of that hatred directed at me for such a long period of time."
She paused as she looked at the sunset in front of her, the sun slowly falling in between two giant mountains in the distance and seeming to set the village of Suna ablaze. She thought sincerely on how she could help to encourage his desire to become Suna's Kazekage. "You know," she said after a while, "when you become Kazekage, I am sure that the villagers will be pleased to have you as their protector. Once you show them how much you have really changed, I am sure they will accept you, Gaara. Everyone changes over time; no one stays the same. You will be the greatest Kazekage Suna has ever had, you'll see."
Her words had helped him to confront the council about becoming Kazekage. She had somehow helped him heal a conscious he did not know he had, and she had inspired him as well. Haruno, a chaotic force to be reckoned with in battle and a gentle healer away from her duties as an assassin...she truly is something else.
He watched her turn in her sleep, seeming not to be completely comfortable, her pink lips parted slightly to bring oxygen into her lungs. Her face tightened and she suddenly looked as if she were in slight pain. He wished he could get inside of her head and see what was going on inside of her. Wishing- that was something he seemed to be doing a lot of these days. Of course, he never really expected any of the wishes he made come true. It was all just wishful thinking in the end anyways.
Inner Sakura concentrated her chakra on vaporizing the poison inside of Sakura's blood stream while she listened to a rambling and frustrated Sakura. "Why the hell didn't you let Tsunade heal me when she tried? Now she knows there is something wrong with me!"
Sakura was inside of her own head again, the same dead atmosphere as before present even though she took no notice of it this time around, and this time she was not going to just shoo Inner Sakura away like she usually did. This time around Sakura wanted some damn answers.
"Why? Because the Hokage would have just wasted her chakra. The only one who can heal your injuries from now on is either you or me. It would be less painful if you just joined your chakra with mine and accept me as a part of you instead of just pushing me away all the time."
"Feh, I would rather the process of healing hurt like a bitch than join my chakra system with yours. There's not a chance in hell you and I will ever be one. Got that?"
Inner Sakura sighed loudly. "You Harunos are so damn stubborn. You will except me eventually, Sakura, of that I have no doubt. It is just a matter of time."
Sakura opened her mouth to shout, but froze when she felt something crawl all over her body with an eerie feeling. The feeling sent waves of chills through her body and she tried not to cringe. "W-what the hell was that?"
Inner Sakura rose an eyebrow, her expression one of surprise and amusement. "You are telling me that you felt that?"
"Of course I felt whatever that was." The strange feeling ran through her again, pulling at her heart and this time she flinched. "What the hell?"
Sakura's counter part smirked, "You should wake up. Looks like someone wants you back, Sakura."
As the estranged feeling began to pulse through her body again, Sakura closed her green orbs and disappeared as she felt something pull her up roughly. While going through the process of waking up, she silently pondered about who it was who possibly wanted her to come back. She hoped that Kakashi was back early from his mission with Genma, and that he was sitting right next to her. When her emerald eyes fluttered open, she lightly frowned. Kakashi was not sitting next to her or anywhere in the room she was currently in; she was alone...just like always.
"You're awake."
Snapping her head to the side when she heard the masculine voice, she was slightly started to find someone was in the room with her. She watched through her green orbs as her eyes followed the direction in which the familiar voice came from and found herself staring at Sabaku no Gaara. He was staring at her with his arms crossed over his chest, an impassive expression on his face. She stared back at him with curiosity before she turned away from him. "Yeah. What are you doing here?" her reply came out a tad bit colder than she had intended, but she made no mention to say so.
"I brought you to the hospital, so that means that I have to stay here until you recover." Gaara seemed not to take offense to her cold treatment, and he moved to stand right next to her. "What happened, kunoichi?" He saw her narrow her eyes sadly for a moment, as if remembering what had happened, but it was gone the moment it came.
"...Nothing..." Slowly, Sakura sat up on her hospital bed, her pink bangs covering the sides of her face, and some stray strands falling of their own will in front of her face. She closed her eyes and remembered him walking towards her in the rain at night. She remembered falling into him, her vision blurring in and out of focus before she lost consciousness. Had he carried her all the way to the hospital and stayed with her the whole time?
He stayed quiet as he watched her intently. He had not expected her to be all cheery, but he had not expected her to be that...dismissive either. She had changed a lot since the last time he had seen her. Her pink hair had grown longer, her physical dorm had changed due to her constant training, and her once vibrant green eyes were dull, and the light that had once so beautifully radiated from her had disappeared. "You sure about that?" He wanted to know what happened to her on her mission, wanted to know why she was injured. He wanted to know why she had changed so much. He wanted her to open up and tell him why she was so troubled that she could not sleep peacefully at night.
"...Yeah, I'm sure.," she said, but her expression said otherwise. She bent her head lower, hiding her face under her hair so he could not see her. Why was he still standing here, in her hospital room? 'I want Kakashi to be here...' she thought to herself as her hands gripped the white bed sheets as a pulsing pain erupted from her head. It felt like a damn migraine, but she knew better. It was not a migraine at all. It was her inner self trying to get out and in control. "Why...are you here?"
Gaara stared at her like he did not care, his expression never changing even when he spoke to her again. "You should at least say thank you. That's what people say when others save them or do them favors, right?"
He was right, that was what people say when they are grateful to the person who helped them, but she was not grateful. She wished for a moment that he was the psychopath he was when he was twelve so that he could have killed her in her weakened state instead of bringing her to the goddamn hospital for treatment. Wishing for him to be the same cold blooded murderer was not right, she knew that. It would not be fair to him if wishes really could come true because then all the hard work he went through would be for nothing.
She looked at him, considering whether she should tell him what she thought or if she should just pretend to be thankful. She was so sick and tired of pretending that she was happy or fine, but she did not want him to know how she truly felt either. "...Thank you, Kazekage-sama." The words were like horrid music to her ears. When was the last time she ever even thought about saying those words to someone?
"You are welcome." He continued to stand next to her, his arms still crossed over his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, to voice something that had been on his mind since he had seen her the night before, but a nurse interrupted him.
"Excuse me, K-Kazekage-sama, the Hokage-sama requests that you see her right away. She says that it is urgent and that she would like to know how progress is going with your border control." The nurse seemed to be a little nervous, and Gaara simply guessed that he was the one who was causing this young ladies nervousness. "S-Sakura-sama, I have to do a check up on you now. P-please do not do anything that would cause me to call the ANBU again for help."
Gaara looked over at Sakura, curiosity clearly written on his face. Sakura looked at him with what might have been a small smirk. "I do not like to be examined. I hate being in the hospital," she explained with a small shrug. She really did not have a problem with hospitals, she worked in one after all, but Inner Sakura was a different case. She hated hospitals.
Gaara nodded his head and walked towards the door. "I will be back after my meeting with Hokage-sama. When I do get back...may we talk?" He looked at her over his shoulder, and he saw her nod slowly, almost as if she was not sure if she should agree or not. He nodded back to her once before he left Sakura alone in the room with the nurse.
"Sakura-sama..."
"I know, Lin, and you already know my answer to it."
"But I have to make sure that you are recovering," the nurse said as she looked down at the white tiled floor. Sakura was a great medical nin, she knew that because she had been Sakura's assistant on some of the surgeries and/or healing sessions, but it was still her job to make sure she was alright.
"Take my word for it, I am fine. I am healing, and the poison is almost completely gone." Sakura looked out the window to her left and watched the wind shake the limbs of a couple small trees outside of the hospital. "When can I get out of here?"
"...Tsunade-sama wants you to stay here until tomorrow. She wants to check up on you before she gives you the okay to leave."
Sakura opened her mouth to protest, to say she was going to leave whenever the hell she felt like it was time for her to leave, but she found that there were now three ANBU standing behind Lin. She did not want to fight her own village nin, it was not really necessary. With a sigh, Sakura laid back down on the bed. "Fine, I will wait until Tsunade-sama comes to check up on me, but you are not giving me a check up." She sent a look at the nurse that said she was serious, and the nurse took the hint.
The nurse turned and left the room, but the two ANBU stayed where they were standing. It appeared that they were not going to leave her alone after all. She knew that the two men were just doing their jobs, but it made her feel like some sort of criminal...they always did. She sighed and looked back out the window, and blinked when she thought she spotted a glimpse of silver hair.
'It couldn't be...' she thought to herself as she squinted to look harder. Again she saw the glimpse of silver hair, but this time she also saw a glimpse of caramel. The smallest of smiled ghosted over her lips for a moment before it left, a small realization set in. Kakashi did not like hospitals...he would not come here unless he had no choice or...if something happened to...
Despite the pain in her left side, Sakura threw the covers off of her and jumped out of the bed, startling the two men in the process. She began to ran towards the door, but the two men blocked her way. She clicked her tongue in annoyance and glared at them hard. "Let me through. Now."
"We cannot do that, Sakura-san. Our orders-"
"I don't give a damn about your orders. Let me through. Someone is injured and needs my help," she gritted out through her teeth.
The two ANBU looked at each other for a moment before they looked back at her, unsure if they should let her through. Seeing their uneasiness with the situation Sakura shot between them and through the door a little easier than she had thought it would be. It was like they did not try to hold her back. She called over her shoulder, "I will be back in a little bit."
She ran down the hall way as fast as an injured kunoichi could until she reached the receptionists desk. Standing there, in front of the woman behind the worn brown desk, was Kakashi and Genma. Genma was leaning a little heavily on Kakashi and she saw that Genma's jounin vest was not really green on the side. It looked almost black. She rushed towards them, calling out there names to get their attention as she did so.
The two men turned and smiled at seeing Sakura. She motioned them to a bench in the hall and made Genma sit down. She stripped him of his jounin vest and placed it on the floor. "What happened?" she asked as she gathered chakra into her hand so she could heal Genma's wound. She placed her hand on the right side of his stomach and found a large ragged cut.
Genma hissed. "Border trouble." That was the only answer he gave her, and she assumed that he was not allowed to say what they were doing at the border, even if she was ANBU as well. He watched as she slowly healed his wound, her long slender and elegant fingers lightly caressing his skin with careful attention. He smirked when he found her eyes closed to better concentrate on her task and could not help but try to leer down the small black shirt she was wearing.
Kakashi stood next to Genma and gave him a quick smack on the side of the head. Genma turned his head and glared at his friend, silently asking "what?" but Genma already knew the answer. He sighed when Sakura stood back up and stood in front of him. "Done." She turned to Kakashi and looked him over, from head to toe before she finally said, "Your turn."
Kakashi blinked and scratched the back of his head. "I'm fine, really."
She placed a hand on her hip. "Uh-huh. Get over here and sit down now."
Kakashi sighed and did as he was told. Looking over at a smirking Genma, Kakashi again sighed. His onyx eye watched as she took off his vest, and then his black shirt. Genma gaped, "Hey! Why didn't you take my shirt off?"
"Because I could just lift your shirt to get to your wound. I can't do that with Kakashi's," she explained simply as she again gathered chakra into her fingers, making the glow in a blue hue. She stopped and looked up when she felt Kakashi's hand on hers.
"You don't have to heal me, Sakura." He looked her over to see that she had obviously been in the hospital due to the small wrapping she had around her torso. He could barely see the white binding that encircled her ribs, but he could still put two and two together. Besides, she was not suppose to work in the hospital today.
"It's okay. I'm fine, promise." His hand slowly lifted from hers and she again gathered chakra into her hand. It hurt, to gather the chakra. She felt weak, but she had to heal him. She had to do at least that. She placed her hand on his chest and removed the horribly bandaged bindings. She placed her hand on the small wound and slowly closed it, cleaning it of infection in the process.
She opened her eyes and stood, her green orbs staring into his uncovered onyx eye. Genma stood up from the bench and gave Sakura a hug. "See ya later, princess. Thanks for patching me up too."
She hugged him back, "No problem. Just be more careful next time, alright?"
He nodded and let go of her to turn and walk towards the exit of the hospital. "Sure thing."
She turned to Kakashi, who had already put his back shirt back on. She decided that she looked better with the shirt on, it was too weird to see him without a shirt. She walked to him when he extended an arm to her, inviting her to sit with him. She sat down next to him on the bench, his arm wrapping itself around her shoulders and pulling her to lean against him.
He did this often, and she was always thankful for it. He and Genma, they were the only ones around for her these days now that everyone else was too busy for her and Ino had died. She laid her head on his chest comfortably and closed her eyes, inhaling his forest and dirt scent.
Kakashi leaned his head on top of her, softly whispering. "What happened?"
"...They are gone," she said softly. "But they were always gone, weren't they?" She did not know why- or maybe she did- but telling Kakashi about her parents' death was not difficult at all. It was almost like they had been dead for a long time and not for a day. She wrapped her arms around Kakashi's waist as he wrapped his other arm around her other shoulder to cup the back of her head.
"It's okay to feel that way, Sakura. I am here for you."
She nodded against his chest, knowing that it was the truth. She wanted to be a little kid again, if only for a moment, to ask the childish question of, "Promise to be here with me forever?" but she knew the answer already. He would reply with, "As long as I am able." She took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. The two shinobi remained silent for a long time before Kakashi spoke again.
"Sakura, you're tired?" Kakashi asked her softly. When he received no answer from her, he looked down at her and found that she was already asleep. He chuckled quietly to himself as he carefully moved her so that she was laying on top of him so he could stand up without disturbing her slumber. He cradled her to him as he picked her up bride style and walked over to the receptionist at the desk.
After he was told what room Sakura had been placed in, he walked down the hall to her room and placed her down on the bed softly before he covered her with the white sheets. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her bed as he ran a gloved hand through her loose pink locks.
His cherry blossom had gone through so much these past years, and he could not help but feel a tinge of guilt about the situation that she found herself in. Perhaps if he had paid more attention to her when she was younger; when they were actually Team 7, then maybe none of this would have come to pass. She had so much potential that he had not seen. He had thought that she would always just be an average kunoichi...but damn it all was he ever wrong.
The Fifth, she had seen the potential in Sakura, took her under her wing like a mother would, and taught her everything she knew of the medical arts. Tsunade even went as far as to teach Sakura how to use her chakra to increase her strength. There was no going down in her abilities for Sakura after that. She just kept getting better and better. She was top class, deserving of even placing her name in the Bingo Book.
How he could be so blind to her distress and need of consolement when she was younger, he did not know. Perhaps if he had been more involved in her life, in her training, and in her person, then he might have helped her avoid so much depression and aches. Perhaps if he had attached himself to her more, the way he had with Sasuke and Naruto, then she might not have felt so bad. He felt as if not seeing her as anything close to Sasuke and Naruto somehow contributed to her depression at her younger years- and he was right.
Back then he did not know that by not training with her the way he did with the two boys would cause her to see herself as tremendously weak and unworthy of being his student. He remembered that once, a while ago when Sakura had one of her frequent nightmares and came running into his living room, she had admitted that in one point in the course of her training with Team 7, she had thought it better to quit being a ninja. She had said that she had thought of herself as the weakest genin out of everyone who graduated from the academy, and due to that...she was not worthy of being taught in the art of the ninja by the legendary Copy-nin Hatake Kakashi.
Her words that night, they had hurt him that she would think of her self so lowly. That she would disregard her strength and intelligence by comparing herself with Sasuke and Naruto. Then again, when he thought about it more deeply, he had looked at her the same way. He regretted it from the bottom of his heart that he ever thought of her that way. So consumed they all were with Sasuke and Naruto, that they never knew of Sakura's situations at home, nor that she felt so neglected.
Everything, from the moment she decided to go to the ninja academy had lead up to this point in her life. Kakashi cupped her left cheek in his hand with care not to awaken her, and lowly whispered an apology. "I'm sorry, Sakura." As a teacher, he had failed his only group of students. He had failed the moment Sasuke decided to leave Kanoha and seek out Orochimaru for the strength required to kill his older brother Itachi and attain revenge for his slaughtered clan and family.
Slowly, Kakashi stood up from his chair and bent over Sakura's form and gave her a light kiss on the forehead with his cloth covered lips. He loved her; the way a father would his daughter. In a way- guilt put aside- he was proud that she looked at him as her father instead of her sensei. Walking out of the her room and down the long hall of the hospital, he met with Gaara at the hospital's entrance.
"Kazekage-sama," he greeted with a small wave.
Gaara nodded once, "Hatake."
The two men continued on their way as if they had not seen each other, and Gaara made his way straight to Sakura's room. He figured that the Copy-nin had more than likely checked up on his student and might know a bit of what was going on. He was curious to see how Sakura would be like after talking to her sensei. Would she still be so cold and dismissive towards him? It had been bothering him a great deal that he felt like he somehow owed her something. As if he needed to figure out what had happened to her and help her gain a small piece of happiness that she well deserved.
Though, he did not entirely know how he would go about bringing this little piece of happiness into her life.
After speaking with Tsunade about the border patrols and inspections, she had asked him to take a mission for her. He agreed without asking what the mission would be, thinking that perhaps she just needed him to do some sort of observation or tracking of the sort. He should have waited to hear what the mission was about before he had agreed to it. As it turns out, the mission Tsunade had laid out for him had to do with Sakura and her behavior.
Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage of the Fire Country, wanted him to observe Haruno Sakura. To do so, he would have to stay in Kanoha for a short period of time but never stay more than a week because Sakura, being the intelligent and talented shinobi that she was, might find out that he was trying to get something out of her. Everything had to be gone about carefully when dealing with Sakura; she was no longer weak and defenseless.
Gaara no longer knew how to act in front of her...it was like getting to know her all over again, and he knew that at times it would get a little frustrating when it came to having patience and waiting it out. When he entered her room, he found her sitting up on her bed, holding her head in her right hand as she gazed out the open window. He noted that she looked more fatigued than when he had left, and that she had lost a lot of chakra. "What were you doing when I left?" he asked in his same monotone.
"I healed some injured patients," she replied nonchalantly. After another moment, she stood off the bed and stretched a little, ignoring him completely. His eyes narrowed at her disregard of him, like he was not even there. He noticed that she had not changed her dirtied ANBU uniform. She looked over her shoulder a little. "I'm leaving. The nurses already know that I won't wait for Tsunade to grant me permission to leave."
The way she said it seemed like it was not worth speaking to him about it. She had said it like she was talking to no one in particular, not caring if he approved or not. He watched as she leaped out of the open hospital window onto the green path of grass outside of the building, landing in a rather low crouch before she stood and calmly walked away. He just stared after her.
"I;m going to Kakashi's," she said off handedly.
She knew no one would care where the hell she went. They wouldn't even go check up on her to make sure she was still alive. Sakura knew that he would not follow her. No one would...no one ever chased after her. Well, Kakashi was the one exception these days. She was able to walk away from Gaara using a slow pace, making it seem like she did not care weather he took pursuit of her or not.
End...for now. I do have chapter 3 just about done as well...so that should be up soon...REVIEW PLEASE!!!!
