Sorry!!!! I'm SO SORRY!
I HOPE THIS CHAPTER MAKE UP FOR IT. I worked really hard on it...
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She was not waking up. He had tried to gently wake her by calling her name, then her tried pushing her lightly while saying her name. Nothing worked.
So here he was, carrying the poor girl in his arms as he was welcomed by her mother.
"Her room is downstairs, be careful - It's rather dangerous down there. Her friends are there too, been waiting for hours."
He nodded stoically as he walked downstairs to her room, finding it rather…frightening.
He laid her on her bed and turned to walk out, finding pale green eyes staring at him.
"You must be Uchiha Itachi."
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"And who, may I inquire, is asking?" The Uchiha looked at Gaara with a straight face and smirked making Ino and Kankuro flinch. He saw this without looking and smirked again, this time even eviler.
"Gaara of Suna or Sand, why is she unconscious?" Gaara tilted his head to the girl, his gaze lingered a little longer than it should have bore turning to the older Uchiha to glare again.
"I think I'll leave that for you to guess." He turned to walk out, but as he did he threw something at Gaara who caught it easily. It was the pink sundress and a pair of sunglasses to match. "That's for her." With one last smirk he disappeared silently, even his footsteps were silent.
"What was that all about?" Ino asked sourly as she looked at the dress. She almost screamed. "Sakura would never wear this," was her whisper.
"Maybe she would," Gaara mumbled as he placed the dress strategically on a pile of her other clothes. A ghost of a smile, only a ghost, appeared faintly on his lips making Ino and Kankuro roll their eyes.
"Now," the blond rose her voice high enough not to wake the sleeping girl, "You two. Out. I'll stay the night here. Pick me up tomorrow too!" Ino pushed the boys out roughly with a wave. She turned to Sakura, "I hope you didn't do anything you'll regret." She mumbled as she pulled a sleeping bag out from under the black bed.
Meanwhile with Kankuro and Gaara…
"Want to track that Uchiha down and beat him up?" Kankuro asked cheerfully from the driver's side of the large jeep. His face paint was wiped off, but his hood was still pulled up.
"No. I will win without your help. It'll be interesting to see the two Uchiha's fight." Gaara's grin was malicious – something Kankuro hadn't seen since he met the pink-haired one, it scared him.
"Yeah-Yeah, it will…be interesting." Kankuro stumbled and spat out his words in haste.
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A loud, roaring noise drowned out the beeping of an alarm clock. Sakura was yawning, something that frightened children and animals alike, and started to step out of bed when she felt something soft underneath her feet.
"Get off!" Ino yelled, thrashing her arms about as she tried to escape the pressure of Sakura's weight. "Did you gain fifty pounds or what?" A disheveled and cranky Ino asked. Her eye uncontrollably twitched.
Sakura pouted, obviously confused. She looked down, "No…" She mumbled pathetically while poking her stomach softly – still a two-pack.
"If your wondering why I'm here it's because we were worried you'd be tricked into some odd marriage with that…that Uchiha." She spat the word out like a true Gaara.
"I did nothing! I swear on my pre-bought grave!" She gave a disgusted look before adding quietly, "Yuck."
Ino smiled, "Whatever, I call shower!" She ran off with a pile of Sakura's clothes in each hand.
Before she could protest the emerald-eyed girl noticed the dress. "'The hell?" She mumbled as she fingered the dress and accessories. Slowly she slipped the dress over her, now new clean, underwear and brushed her hair before putting the glasses and hat on.
"How do I look?"
"Like a pink rat, now come on." Ino stated with smirk as she stepped out of the bathroom. She wore Sakura's black attire: Long, baggy black pants with two Sakura-made tears in the knee, a long sleeved white shirt underneath a short sleeved black shirt and a pair of 5 inch heels.
"Hey! You better wash those before you give them back." Sakura stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes as she literally tripped up the stairs to beat the blonde girl. She fell at the top and scratched her knee, but as she looked up she screamed.
There stood Gaara, shirtless with a grumpy look on his already grumpy face. Yet, to Sakura it looked like a smile and she was frightened. "AHHH!" Ino pulled Sakura down the stairs with a multitude of bumps before stepping over the girl and dusting herself off.
"Hi! What's…what's with the outfit?"
Kankuro stepped in at the moment, "He's…tired and it was hard enough to drag him out of bed. Thank god he wears pants to sleep…" He shuddered at the thought.
Ino patted his shoulder sympathetically. "It's alright…it's alright. So…he's technically asleep?" An evil grin that could have matched Gaara's seeped onto her face. Kankuro matched it also.
"Let's…give him a makeover."
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"Wow…that's…odd." Sakura woke (from unconsciousness) to see a pink, glossy lipped Gaara who had Sakura's bright pink eye shadow, blue mascara and heavy black eyeliner. His nails were black and pink-stripped, Ino was just finishing as they reached school.
"Isn't it though? He makes a pretty girl, though." Sakura agreed, his mature and soft face looked almost perfect, and scary, in makeup.
"Let's keep him this way – he'll be my perty Gaara." Sakura hugged the now shirted Gaara with a large smile as they pushed him out of the car. He stumbled, but didn't fall.
"Huh?" Gaara asked, finally coming fully into consciousness. He brushed his hair back before walking zombie-like towards the school building.
"What's wrong with him today? He's usually so upbeat." Sakura asked sarcastically (even though she really did want to know what was wrong with the poor boy).
"He stayed up late, I think he was fighting, but I didn't want to risk asking." Kankuro grinned sheepishly as Gaara received a number of odd and frightened stares.
Sakura and Ino giggled while Kankuro just grinned evilly. "Ok, betting time: how long do you think it will take him to notice the stares?" Kankuro insisted.
"Uhm…2nd period, no later." Sakura guessed.
"Lunch time."
"And I think in an hour. 5 dollars." They all "coughed up their cash" to Kankuro as Ino threatened to mug him if he tried to run off with their 15 dollars.
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They day, for the first few minutes, went by uneventful, until some poor, pathetic fool mentioned to Gaara about his makeup.
"Um…dude…you got, like, some pink shit on yer' face." The small boy's neck was then encased by a twitched Gaara.
It was obvious this had happened more than once by the look on the redhead's contorted face. His eyes were twitching in an opposite unison (it looked like he was blinking multiple times with one eye and then switching) and his whole body was shaking. After he let go of the poor boy, which ran off as quickly as he possibly could, he turned in a robotic motion to face the betters behind him.
He didn't need to say anything; he just glared at Sakura who glanced away before turning towards him. Right as she reached him she put her arms up and hugged him, glancing nervously in every direction. Then, suddenly she grabbed Kankuro's sweatshirt, the sacred one he wore everyday, and in one fluid motion she had it over Gaara's painted face and was running him towards the school building.
The almost crying Kankuro and stunned Ino just stood there in a daze. "That…that was weird." Ino said as the first bell rang clearly from the building.
"My sweatshirt…."
Aw...poor Kankuro...