Tsunade proudly walked over to the mammoth table in the middle of the room with a smile branded on her face
Tsunade contentedly walked over to the immense table in the middle of the room with a smile branded upon her face. She finally got the document that gave Gaara the right to come back once he passed the mission he was given. She hoped he was doing well in finding a human girl worthy of his time. She doubts that though. Even though Gaara wasn't very pleasing to the eye, humans were vile. Much worst than him. She scowled.
"What's that?" Jiraiya asked with his customary smirk looking at the pink piece of paper in her hand.
She grinned placing the perfumed document on the dark wooden table. "It's his clause. Gaara's."
Orochimaru grimaced with revulsion staring at the pink paper. "No wonder it smells horrible."
She furrowed her brow. "That's my best scent."
"Humph, that explains why you reek constantly."
Tsunade balled up her fist feeling her eye began to twitch. And it made her even angrier when he just stared at her indifferently.
Jiraiya noticed the tension and cleared his throat. "Tsunade," he started. "Is it official?"
She quickly snapped out of her frustration. She looked at Jiraiya with a serious face. "All it needs is his blood."
He nodded and reached into the pocket of his red robes and pulled out a vas filled to the top with red liquid.
She took it with care and asked while examining it, "Kabuto had a sample?"
He shook his head.
She cocked her eyebrow. "Then how did you get a hold of—" She stopped at the sight of a wicked smirk on Orochimaru's face. "You're terrible."
He let out a deep chuckle. "Thank you." He peered over the document to get a better glimpse at it. "What now?"
She folded her arms with a smirk. "You should know Snake-bastard."
He sent her a prompt glare.
"Hey!" Jiraiya cut in. "I can only call him that!"
Orochimaru leisurely looked at him with an abhorrent look. "This is why we are not friends."
He lightheartedly flagged his best friend. "Yes we are."
"Anyway, all we need to do is this," she said and opened the vessel letting all the blood pour onto the paper. "And voila!"
All three councilmen watched as the once perfect pink document turned into a scarlet rose with an orange stem that had green thorns. Tsunade smiled at her work as Jiraiya gaped in awe. Orochimaru, however, frowned.
"That's interesting," Jiraiya declared picking up the flower and observing it.
Orochimaru folded his arms. "It's hideous."
She disregarded his remark. "Just keep that in a safe place and...do you want me to—"
"No, I got it." Jiraiya looked up at her and smirked. "But I would like you to go on a date with—"
"That is nauseating," the councilman cut in with a deeper grimace.
Tsunade took a deep breath. "Just keep it in a safe place Jiraiya," she said through clenched teeth. She slowly turned around and forced herself to leave.
"Wench." He looked over when Jiraiya started to suck his teeth. He glowered. "What?"
He frowned. "You…" He sighed.
"What?" he urged angrily.
"Forget it." He handed the rose to his friend. "Do what you got to do."
He snatched the rose from his hand and smirked when the head winced from the thorns gazing his hand. He got up and left the room as well.
Jiraiya scowled.
X--•--X
Gaara gazed at the small treat in his hand. It didn't even look editable.
Hinata cocked an eyebrow. What was he doing? Yeah, she knew he was observing the piece of the breakfast bar she gave him but why didn't he just eat it? She already told him it was safe to eat, and she even told him it had a special flavor. So what was taking him so long? She thought he wanted a piece since when she took it out he continued to stare at it. And when she opened it he asked if it was food.
He glanced from the snack to her numerous of times. "What is this?" he asked again.
"It's a breakfast bar," she stated. "Uhh, cinnamon—"
"What's that?"
"A spice..." She sounded very unsure to him. But he was confusing that uncertainty with her question as to what does his world use for seasoning.
He sniffed it twice and a twisted look emerged on his face. It smelled awful. Was she trying to poison him! This stuff stunk! But then again, if she was trying to kill him she would be trying to kill herself; he watched thoroughly when her face beamed as she started to chew that...stuff in her mouth. She made it look good. It looked like she was enjoying herself to no end. He looked at the portion in his hand.
She giggled and got up from her seat at the dining room table. As she walked out of the room she said, "You should really try it."
He quickly dropped the piece on the table and rushed after her. "Where are you going?"
Hinata came to a stop once she was facing her front door. She shifted the strap of the black purse on her shoulder turning towards him. She smiled. "I'm going to work."
A muted growl vibrated in his throat. Again?! "You already went yesterday."
"I know," she said opening the door. "I have to work again today."
"And you worked the day before that too."
She turned to him with her hand on the handle of the screen door. "Yes, and—"
"And everyday last week."
She gave him a sad look. "Gaara, is something wrong?"
He stared at her apathetically. Of course nothing's wrong. Everything's just dandy. No! Everything is terrible! Yes, something's wrong! He wants to know why she keeps going to this job and leaving! Leaving the house! Leaving him! But of course he would never tell her that, so he'll take the alternative. "Forget it."
"Umm, okay," she uttered and headed out the door. Her hand slipped into her pocketbook and started to move around for her keys, but she couldn't find them. Where are they, she asked herself. She usually kept them in the same compartment of her handbag but they weren't there.
"What are you looking for?" Gaara asked and she jumped.
"Gaara," she exclaimed in a shaky voice after turning to him. "W...what are you doing out here?"
"What are you looking for?" he questioned again.
"My..." She sighed. "My keys—" She stopped when a glint of the sun mirrored off of a reflective object that was hanging out of Gaara's pants pocket. Hinata strained to see what the sun was reflecting off of. What in the world was that? She moved to the side and blinked, getting a better look at it. "Gaara...are those my keys?" she asked utterly perplexed.
He pulled the shiny item out of his pocket and held out his hand with the keys in his palm. Yes, he stole her car keys because he realized she couldn't go anyway without them. Enough said.
She smiled approaching him. He must've taken her keys because he thought they were a toy. Acting just like a dog. She began to acquire the keys from his hand but her eyes widened when he grabbed her. Hinata started to try and tug away, but he wouldn't let her go. Her face became a tad red. "W-what are you doing?"
He just stared at her. Did she want to leave him that bad? Was she making this work thing all up? Why would she even do that? It didn't matter anyways; she wasn't going anywhere.
She continued to try to pull away from him but he was too strong. "Gaara," she strained out. "I need to go...I...I need to go to work—uhh!"
Gaara looked down at his caretaker aloofly and felt her face heat up against his chest. She was pulling so hard. He just took the opportunity to pull himself. Thus, she fell on him. And she was burning up. Her whole body. "Gaara?" she called.
He gently pushed her away. "I'm coming with you," he proclaimed and walked by her in the direction of the car.
She quickly followed him. "What?"
"I said I'm coming with you."
Her big eyes watched as he leaned against the Scion and gave her an impatient look. "But—"
"What's wrong with me coming?" he asked and started to get pissed off. Maybe she was trying to get away from him. What did he do? He has only been here for about three weeks. Was he getting on her nerves?
"No, nothing's wrong with that," she explained hastily. "But you don't want to hang around my job until I get off of work."
"Why not?"
"Because you'll get bored."
He almost rolled his eyes. "How do you know that?"
She bit her tongue. Should she tell him? She knew he'd get mad. Seeing that he got angry about a lot was another thing she picked up beside his somewhat low attention span. It wasn't that he was stupid or had ADD—though she didn't have proof—but he wanted to know about everything. And she didn't want anybody to see him go into a trance with something like he did with the television. She wasn't even sure he was ready to deal with other people. Especially rude people. People who would make fun of his appearance and she didn't know what he'd do to them. Kill them? She mentally shook her head. "No," she forced out with her eyes shut.
He furrowed his brow. "No?"
She shook her head. She was putting her foot down...or trying to. "I said...I said you're not coming with me. No."
A sinful smirk gradually grew on his face as he started chuckling. She opened her eyes slowly and gave him a puzzled expression. He couldn't believe that she was actually trying to control him. Control him. Gaara. Nobody ever did that. "You can't stop me," he stated with a wicked smile.
As her confidence started to lower and all hope was going out the window, she frowned. But she still had to try. Just think, if her dad saw this he'd be proud. Only if she succeeded of course. "I'm not letting y-you."
He glared at her. Was she really going to fight him on this? All he wanted was to follow her. And good thing she didn't realize that yet. With any luck anyways. "I'm going."
"N..." Her eyes vaguely expanded and she began to back up slowly as he advanced towards her with a malevolent look broadcasted along his face. "N...no."
He backed her up into the door. She looked terrified. Cowering beneath him. He could almost laugh. How could she ever think she could tell him what not to do? He was in control. Always. His forehead wrinkled when he heard her mumble something. She said it exceedingly low. "What did you say?"
She gulped. "W-why...why do y-you want to come so b-badly?"
His eyes moderately broadened. He stood up straight and withdrew a few steps back. "What?"
"I...I want to know why y-you want to come with me to work so badly."
Backfire. Let's give it some time to register...
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Why would she ask that! She was never, never, ever to ask a question like that! That's like her asking why he wanted to follow her! Shit, it's all the same thing! She caught on to him! But he realized he had to keep his cool. He had to get to her job. He had to follow her! He didn't know why but staying in that place alone was horrible! So boring! It was so...so lonely. "Fine," he said and folded his arms.
X--•--X
"Hey Hinata," TenTen greeted with a small smile behind the counter.
She gave her friend a small smile in return and looked over to see her black-haired co-worker coming out of the back with two boxes stacked in his hands.
"TenTen," Koichi groused with a full frown. "You can at least help—Hinata!"
He dropped the heavy packages and speedily ran over to Hinata before wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tight. "I missed you!"
A minor blushed appeared; she was kind of use to this by now. "Hi Koi—"
"Missed you! Missed you! Missed you!" he shouted and his embrace became more firm.
TenTen furrowed her eyebrows. "Koichi! You saw her yesterday! Now pick up these boxes and get back to work!"
He looked over at her with puppy dog eyes while his hug loosened. "What did I do wrong?"
"Get back to work...now!"
Hinata back up quickly, but unnoticed once he let her go. Koichi started to shake his head with an angry expression on his face as he went to retrieve the boxes off the floor.
TenTen scowled at her co-worker then turned back to Hinata with a gracious smile. "He's an idiot."
"I heard that!" Koichi yelled from the back room. Hinata let out a slight giggle.
"So..." she began and raised her brow.
Hinata blinked twice. "What?"
"Hinata, you..." She scoffed. "I can read you like a book."
She was still confused. "I...I don't get it."
TenTen shook her head.
"Daddy, your ice cream is spilling," the little girl said to her father as all the people walked pass them in the food court. She raised her hand to his jeans and gave them a tiny yank. "Daddy, what are you looking?"
The man stared forward with ample eyes and his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe what was standing before his eyes. This was a public mall! A big one at that, and just seeing this made him more surprised than furious. "Miko."
"Yes daddy?"
"Cover your eyes."
The little girl blinked several times but she abided to her father's insistence.
"Woooow," a little boy with round glasses spoke in awe gazing up at the tall strange-looking man.
Gaara gave the kid an irritated glance. Why was he looking at him like that? He gave his surroundings a quick scan. Why were all these people staring at him?
He hates to admit it, but Hinata was right; he got bored. After that little fit he had back at her house, and how he still refused to stay there, she finally agreed to let him come. He was successful in getting to her job. Gaara please wait here, she begged in the driver's seat, I'll be back in...awhile. He nodded and just watched her walk into this gigantic house that tons of other people were entering. And in the next few seconds, he got bored.
So, he entered the big house with other humans and everyone has been staring at him like he wasn't...a human. Well, that makes sense now.
"Look at his tail!" three children yelled running around him.
A girl whispered in her friend's ear, "Is he cosplaying?"
"I don't know, but he's hot," she murmured back smiling.
He instantly looked over at the two girls and saw how one ducked her head as she began to blush. What was wrong with these humans? A long growl emitted from his throat when he felt a harsh pull on his tail. He turned around and saw three youngsters laughing.
"It's, like, stuck on his butt!" the blonde-headed adolescent commented and tried to touch it again but Gaara immediately grasped onto his hand and started adding pressure to his hand.
The boy began to cry. "Oww! It hurts! Let go!"
"Hey!" a father roared approaching Gaara holding on to his child's hand firmly and shoved him so the kid could be let go. "Stop that!"
Gaara glowered at the middle-aged man and forgot about the little boy who ran away with his friends.
He shook his head in displeasure with a frown. "You can't be coming around here terrorizing our children like that! This is a mall!" His eyes looked him up and down. "And put a shirt on! Our kids—"
"Daddy!" Miko yelled when her dad was punched by the odd man.
"So, Hinata I was thinking," Koichi started as they were walking around the mall.
Hinata showed a small frown. "Koichi, TenTen wanted us to go to the other candle store and—"
"See!" he yelled facing her. "I'm almost nineteen and am working at some candle store! A candle store! A chick only store!"
"Umm..."—she smiled nervously—"I'm still eighteen and I work at—"
"But it's different for you Hinata! You're precious daddy pays all your bills." He began to speed up and frowned. "I don't even know why you work." He gave her a curious peek from the corner of his eyes. "Why do you—"
Hinata halted and stared at Koichi with a minor cocked eyebrow when he stopped dead in his tracks. "Koichi?"
He absently grabbed her arm and started running towards the food court screaming, "Fight!"
She tried her best to keep up. "Slow down Koichi, please."
"Someone stop that crazy man!" a woman shouted in fear.
"Daddy!" Miko cried when she saw red liquid drip from his nose.
"Ooh!" Koichi cheered with a sly smile. "Someone's really getting their ass kicked."
Hinata frowned at him. How could he take pleasure in this? Koichi always took a liking into fights and violent things like that, but she never did. Kiba never fought around her since he knew she didn't like it. She was sort of a pacifist. And she knows that anybody she knew wouldn't be making this riot. Making a little girl scream for her dad. Her eyes widened when she heard a loud growl. What the? "Gaara?" she mumbled to herself. He wouldn't.
"Whoo! That cosplayer is kicking the shit out of that man!" Koichi rooted.
He would! "Gaara!" she yelled and gentle pushed her way through the crowd and was shocked—but not that shocked—when she saw Gaara staring evilly at this half dead man. "Gaara!" she yelled again as loud as she could.
His angry expression suddenly left and he turned his head. He finally found her. "Hina—"
"Gaara!" she called out when the injured father sent Gaara an unexpected hit in his cheek. Without delay, she ran over to him and kneeled down. Her hand hovered over the red mark on his face. "Gaara..." she said with concern.
Koichi walked over to Hinata while clapping with laughter. "Best sucker punch I've ever seen! Hey Hinata, you know this guy?"
X--•--X
His teeth clinched as the ice tapped the whelp on the upper part of his cheek. He cut his eyes over at Hinata and saw that she was still frowning. She's been frowning since they left that place he heard the asshole call a mall. On the way back to the house. When she got the ice. She didn't even say one word to him.
Hinata adjusted the ice so it would cover the whole mark. She was real choleric. She begged him to stay in the car, and he said he would! But he didn't. She knew something like this would happen. Her frown was still broadcasted on her face but she gave Gaara confused eyes when he snatched the ice pack out of her hand and got off the couch.
He sent her an irritated glance. "Stop that," he said and walked into the kitchen.
She shook her head while getting up as well. She followed him. "I asked you to stay in the car," she continued before going to the refrigerator, taking out two steaks and a bowl of prepared brown rice.
"You took too long," he argued back. "I wasn't going to wait there any longer."
"But how could that be? I was only—"
"You were gone for a long time," he snarled displaying his piercing, ferocious canines.
Quickly her eyes fell to the packs of meat in her hand. He hasn't got so angry at her since the first time they met. But she knew she didn't take long, so what was it? Did he really get bored that fast?
He said he would stay at her house for a while, and of course she let him. Where else would he go? And over the pass two weeks or so, he's been okay. But he did start acting annoyed around the end of last week. And what he said this morning was out of the blue. Craziness. Creases started to form in her brow as an idea popped in her head. Was he cantankerous about her work?
"What are you doing?" he asked with his arms folded. He was waiting for her fix him his dinner; he was hungry. He would've eaten that steak in her hand raw, like he usually did, but preferred the taste of it actually cooked.
She swiftly looked up at him. "Oh! Nothing!" She began to quickly walk by towards the stove, but abruptly stopped a foot behind him. She felt her legs and hands start to shake. She might pass out. Not again! What was that? Then it hit her: Gaara has been here forthree weeks. That's all that needs to be said. Her eyes widened as she quickly turned around and saw him staring at her. But was she brave enough to say it?
He blinked. Why was she acting so weird? "Answer my question."
All his words weren't even heard. All she saw was his mouth move in slow motion. It was horrible. But was he able to handle it without killing her? She might die if it became worst. Her unstable hands dropped the meat in her hands as it got stronger. She raised her small hands and nearly covered half of her face. Her legs started shaking more. Her vision was getting wobbly. She might just faint.
What a sheer dilemma she was being set in.
"Stop acting so foolish," he said. Her eyes got bigger as her hands put more pressure on her face. He mentally sighed. What the hellwas she doing?
Her trebling hands slowly descended to her side. Her mouth opened but no words came out; she was too scared. But he had to know. "G-G...Gaara," she called.
He just stared.
Yes! He didn't speak! She might just make it after all! A calming exhale left her lips. "I...I...Gaara I..."
Shoot! Nothing would come out! And she failed. Her hands covered her face in shame and she mumbled, "Gaara...please don't...please don't get angry at me."
"What is it?" he asked uninterested; he was real hungry.
She sighed again. He had to know. She knew he was hungry and she couldn't fix his food in the condition he was in. She shut her eyes firmly and lowered her hands. They balled up, giving her all the strength she needed. She took a deep breath, and as she exhaled said, "You stink."
haha. y'know how you can really smell someone's stench when you walk pass them :D
gaara! you smell Xp
so, i'm on an express train with all my stories since -sings- i don't have a life!
for right now...
next stop: My Imaginary Friend or...it's a secret! :p
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