Another chapter.
I have good plot for the story thanks to kallou, who had given few good ideas.
Thanks to sis, heavenlyangel who had given me few events for the chapter.
Heres the story. Enjoy.
("G-Garaa..." His head leaning in towards me...)
His head slowly leaning in, my hands were on his toned tanned chest, his were lightly on my waist.
What should I do? Run for it? His head is now inches apart. Too late to do anything now. Now come to think of it, his kind of...cute. My heart was pounding hard.
"And you just stated the obvious! Well done! I mean, look at his mysterious eyes, his jaws, his lips... "My inner self trailed on dreamily.
Oh, I am looking! This might be my first kiss and only kiss, might as well take it. So, I closed my eyes and pouted slightly, waiting for his lips to touch mine.
"What are you doing in my room?" he hissed, warm air whipped across my face.
I opened my eyes, to see him scowling, our noses touching. Even when he's scowling he is still so cute!
"Ga-Gaara, I-I, was, I-I, Dinner." I managed to spill out. I hate it when I stutter, it makes me look stupid! And it did, job well done!
"Hn." he pushed me aside and went off.
I can't believe that I thought he was going to kiss me. What an idiot!
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After the dinner finished, I helped Temari clean by washing the dishes. My thoughts keep going to Gaara, like a movie rewinding the moment when he was 'about' to kiss me. I blushed at that thought. I shouldn't be thinking about this...
"Sakura? Why are you blushing?" Temari asked. I mentally slapped myself out of day dreaming.
"Nothing...I think it's because it's hot in here." I replied, I do admit that was a good excuse. And to make it realistic excuse, I pretended to wipe the sweat off my 'Billboard' forehead.
"Oh." Ha, she fell for it. I'm so good!
"Are you ok?" Temari asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I wondered what she could be thinking that made her ask that question.
"You were quiet during dinner, what's wrong?" she stopped what she was doing and walked over towards me. "And don't say 'It's nothing' because it isn't you being not talkative during dinner." Ok, she got should I tell her? Oh, you brother tried to kiss me, well, I think tried to kiss me in my opinion. And I felt awkward in dinner with him staring at me.
But instead I came up with, "I was thinking about Konoha, that's all."
"Oh, don't worry. They'll catch whoever is planning the attack on Gaara. And Gaara can look after himself, you'll be home in no time." She smiled at me. I felt guilty lying to her, was it necessary to not tell her what I was actually thinking?
"Temari, the truth is..." I muttered, and told her the whole reason. Her eyes popped wide open, as I continued my tale of what had happen, a couple of minutes ago.
"Seriously?"
"Yes." I mumbled, embarrassed on my account.
"He didn't kill you because you went into his bedroom?" She asked, shocked. Why should she say this? Did she just heard that fact that I felt stupid, thinking he was going to kiss me, rather than kill me?
"No, he just pushed me aside." I said truthfully.
"Oooh, I think he likes you. Kankuro and I tried many attempts to enter his room. But failed, and he threatens to kill us, whenever we tried to enter. But hearing that he didn't do anything to you, it's unbelievable!" She grinned hugely.
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The next morning I was woken up by someone shouting me name.
"Sakura! Sakura! Wake up!" It was a recognisable deep voice. Gaara.
"What? It's too early." I mumbled and buried my face into the pillow. I heard quiet mutters from him, and a faint foots steps fading. And then, BAM! A loud slam on the door.
"I'm up!" I yelled to notify him that I woke up. I learnt one thing today already; never make Gaara mad during mornings. I like hanging around Gaara, he completely changed, in a good way. I don't treat him like the Kazegage, I can easily talk to him about anything, which is strangely odd in a good point of view. The reason that Gaara woke me up early was so that I didn't have to moan at him later on, also not wanting to repeat what happened yesterday. So this time, the way he resolve this was by waking me up early. Great! Lucky me!
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We had our breakfast from the same coffee bar we went to yesterday. It was a different waitress this time, and I felt relief gushing through me. Why? I don't know. Our drinks came in, I always have tea in the morning, and my mum does it for me. The taste of the warm tea, was sweet, surprised to say that it was better than my mums'.
Suddenly, a group of girls came bounding in and surrounded Gaara. Who the heck are they?They were screaming, holding him, looking like they want to rip him apart. And some actually tried to kiss him!They were all shouting, "Gaara, I love you." And "Gaara, will you marry me?" Oh, now I know. Sasuke had these before, and I was one of them. Fan girls.
One girl turned her attention to me, Uh-oh. "Are you Gaara's girlfriend?" I was shocked by the conclusion she thought, and I accidentally spat the tea I was drinking to her face. Double Uh-Oh.
For some reason, I was drench in cold water; I looked up and saw the same smug girl, the one who asked me the most ridiculous question. The accusations goes to her since she was holding the jug. OH NO YOU DIDN'T. I have a strong urge to punch her, for her punishment. But I decided not to. This was their village, it will ruin the reputation of the Konoha when I can't tame myself. The advantage of this was that the cold water made me fully awake. Yeah, let's stick with that reason.
"She's trying to get Gaara away from us! Get her!" they boomed. Now I regretted my decision not to punch her. And what are they on about? 'Trying to get Gaara away from us?' Freaks. I'll rather give him to you...scratch that, I'll rather keep him!
Gaara was beside me in an instant. He grabbed hold of my waist, and sand swirled around us, transporting us, surprisingly back at home, in the cosy living room.
"Get change."He ordered. Looking at my soaking appearance taking it all in, it was embarrassing. The clothes clung tightly at my body. I blushed and hurried off, leaving trail of water droplets on the ground.
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"Gaara, thanks for saving me from those animals." I was referring to the fan girls. I sat in the usual seat.
"You're welcome." He stated and carried on with his work.
"Never knew you have so many fans." I giggled.
"What are you trying to say? I'm ugly?" He stated. That was a definitely a NO-NO. He never makes those type of comments. Before it was either 'Kill, must kill.' Or 'I smell blood' something along those lines. But that was 8 years ago when we were 11 years old. A lot of things changed then, especially people.
I laughed, "No." I giggled.
"Guess you have experience something like that before huh?"
"No, Heavens forbid! I'm sure to tell you that boys don't follow me around. But Sasuke, he had many fan girls. It was weird hanging around him, with tons of girls following." My face dropped thinking about Sasuke.
"Something tells me, you were one of his."
"I used to." I muttered. How did he know that I used to be a fan girl?
"You're an open book, you allow people to see your emotion by your facial expression." He explained, reading my thoughts- or my face.
There was a knock on the door. That rudely interrupted our nice conversation.
"Come in." He commanded. His voice surprisingly changed tone.
" Kazegage, there's a man who claims to know you, and whom wants to speak to you." The guard bowed down to Gaara, showing respect. I was thinking if I should have done that, when we first met, with the elders. No, I probably make a fool out of myself.
"Let him in." He displayed no emotion, showing no interest at all.
The guard dissapeared for a moment, and was replaced by another man (not a guard). That man behind the door slowly entered. My eyes dropped. I couldn't believe it, it was the person I know and now he's here!
He walked casually, smoothly as always. Dark onyx eyes flared the surroundings, finally resting on mine. His hair was a little longer than before, black hair that was-my guess- very soft. Naruto used to call his hair 'chicken head' behind his back, to avoid the famous glare.
For many years, I have been looking for him, missed him dearly. Now, he was here standing in the same room as me. I finally seen the face I longed for. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do. So I depended on my instinct, I ran towards him, for the embrace I missed so much.
"Sasuke..."
Dun dun dunn...
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