Hokay…new chappy...
Sakura sat sprawled in a chair waiting for the whole wedding business to be done. They, not meaning Gaara and Sakura, had decided on a more European wedding. Now they were trying to get Sakura excited about getting a dress.
"why cant I just go in my normal clothes," she asked. One of the wedding planners glared at her. Sakura only smiled back innocently.
So they were now off to find a dress. As Sakura pouted about having to waste her day doing this Gaara was doing his death glare at some poor shinobi. "I will not wear that," he said emotionless. He was sitting in a leather chair in his office. The shinobi who had delevered the garment shaked visibly. Gaara rolled his eyes used to it. The offending clothes was a tuxedo. ((which i think Gaara would be quite dashing in)) The shinobi saids stuttering,"Th...the...el..elders have...or...or...ordered it." Gaara snorted, but said,"Give them to my secretary on your way out."
Oh, in case you didnt know Gaara had gone home to get his village ready for his new almost bride. While Sakura was getting the wedding ready in Konoho. They hadn't seen eachother sice that day in the kitchen...and Gaara thought about it everyday. What he didnt know was Sakura was too. He sighed and leaned his head on his hand. He looked out the window and got an idea.
Sakura was busy being stuffed in to dresses, one after the other. Before she had time to comment on them they would be wooshed away and replaced with another. After a while she just stood there like...well a maniquin. She tried to smother a yawn, but it ended up coming out, a big jaw cracking yawn.
"Well its nice to know that you think us getting married is so boring," she heard a voice say from behind her.
"Gaara," she screeched. She was about to walk up to him when she realized hse was only in her bra and panties. She tried to cover herself. "Dont look, Dont look!"
Gaara smircked and rolled his eyes. "What I have seen you naked whats the difference?"
The ladies in the room gasped and started tittering. "Oh dear...so that why they are getting married..." "I thought she was beggining to look a little round in the stomach area..."
Sakura turned and glared at Gaara. "Now by the end of night fall there will be rumors going around that you knocked me up and now the hokage is forcing us to get married and docters are worried that the baby will take after you and be a crazy, isomniac baby," she cried as she paced, pulling at her hair.
Gaara slowly inched out of the room, not wanting any part of this. When Sakura turned and looked at him murder in her eyes he stopped, she slowly advanced on him. His only thought was,"God, shes beautiful...wait! What am I thinking...stop it...jesus christ, stop it..." As Gaara was fighting in his head, what was going on in Sakura's head was quite different.
"Get him girl, kill him," Inner Sakura crowed.
"No, I am going to torture him first, make him my sex slave, then kill him," Sakura told her inner. The inner Sakura nodded her head happily. "Chaaa!! A sex slave...wait you have never had sex...so what do you know what to do with a sex slave?" Sakura stopped and thought. "Well, all the better to practice with, dearie," she said out loud. Since there was so much chaos in the room no one heard her except for Gaara. he eyed her, not quite sure if he sould be scared or not...
Later after everything had calmed down, Sakura was dressed,Gaara had escaped...and a dress still had yet to be found...
Hokay, mesa holding a contest tell meh what you think Sakura should have for a dress...the winner will get a brownie, the losers will get cookies...
