Once again, sorry for the long wait! It's takes a while for me to plot up my story together. Enjoy chapter 7! Feel free to give me some suggestions! Thank you.
Gaara silently walked down the stairs as the coldness of the morning chill made contact with his feet. He practically strolled the stairs, careful not to wake up the sleeping pink-haired beauty. Gaara was in his ninja attire and his gourd was strapped onto his back. It was silent through the whole house. He poured steaming, hot coffee in his mug. As he did that, the Kazekage commemorated what had happened last night. The way she smiled at him with her twinkling beautiful eyes under the radiance of the fire. Her angelic smile made such an affect on him. His heart skipped a beat or two. His toned body froze and worst of all, Gaara was mesmerized by it. The sand user leaned on the counter as he slowly sipped his dark coffee. In a few minutes, he was about to leave. While walking to the sink counter, he poured out the steaming black liquid as hot mist poured out and filled his nose. There was a sudden sound being heard in the kitchen. Gaara knew exactly who it was.
"Go back to sleep, Haruno," he said without turning around and looking at her. Sakura just stood at the doorway in a plain white t-shirt that fitted her nicely, and some red short shorts. The tired pinkette had her enclosed palm rested over her heart. Her pink shoulder length wasn't messy, but the pink locks weren't neatly combed. Her eyes were casted downward. Gaara didn't know why she was up, 6:00 in the morning. Did she wanted to say good-bye? That, he didn't know. Gaara now turned around facing the pinkette behind him, waiting at the doorway. His face was impassive. She still looked down.
"I…just wanted to say…good luck on your mission," Sakura turned to look up to Gaara. His face wasn't impassive anymore because he smirked.
"I don't need luck to complete this mission," he coldly stated. The pinkette's eyes widened, but then she looked down again. Everything was silent for a few minutes. Nothing was heard except the ticking of the clock that made Gaara impatient.
"Don't waste my time," the Kazekage was about to make a move of walking past Sakura, until Sakura said something.
"Gaara, I…" Then the pinkette froze and she didn't finish her sentence. The former Shukaku container growled.
"I don't have time for this. I need to get to the tower," Gaara began to walk towards Sakura. The pinkette, knowing that the former Shukaku container was going to through her like a ghost, she wanted to say another thing.
"…." was all that came from her mouth. The red head walked straight past her, the footsteps descending away as he walked towards the door. He turned the doorknob and as the door opened, it was the only chance for the pinkette to say farewell to her secluded husband.
"Good-bye, Gaara…Be careful," she whispered before the door slammed shut loudly. She jerked at the sudden flare-up of the door. Sakura turned her head to only look at the entry with sad eyes. On the other side of the door, said person was looking straight at the features in front of him. The sky was dark, but it still had distinctive colors of pink, red, orange and purple. The clouds were high and bundled like cotton. The scarlet- stained sun has yet to come as there was only one part of a sixth that only exposed itself. Well, he wasn't exactly looking at anything in particular. He was just thinking. …Be careful those words echoed in his mind as though there was a never ending crypt with darkness and eerie shadows lurking in it. He couldn't forget those words.
She said 'be careful' because she was…worried about me?
In the past, no one had ever worried about him, or even cared for him in that matter. Sure, a lot of people care about him. Temari and Kankuro cared about him…but was it only because he was their little brother? The people of this village cared about him, right?
Or maybe it's only because I'm their Kazekage. Do they think I can kill them if they don't respect me…?
His uncle, Yashamaru cared about him when he was young. When Gaara was a child, he felt loved and jovial around his uncle. When he thought he was alone, Yashamaru comforted him. It was then just an act to get rid of him. In truth, no matter how hard it is to admit, his uncle actually abhorred Gaara with so much poison dripping from every corner of his heart. After that experience, the former Shukaku container would thought he can never find love again, for he loved himself and love only himself. The kanji on his forehead was what that symbol represented.
That is, until a certain blonde haired Kyuubi container came around. Naruto seemed like his only friend that cared about him. When he was in the dark for 12-13 years, Naruto pulled him out, and into the light. He was there when he need somebody to love, to care. They were indeed, best friends. True, Sakura has known Naruto since they were six. They have been friends and comrades for at least 5 ½ years. If there's anyone that would act independent and confident like Naruto, it would be Gaara's pink haired fiancé.
Does she truly care about me?
The Kazekage thought about this for a moment. But then he shook his head and closed his dark rimmed eyes. There was udder silence for a while. The gourd began to shake quietly, yet vigorously. In an instant, the cork from his gourd blundered to the ground with a small pop. The bustling sand that was released from his gourd, began to dance around Gaara, encircling his form, blocking his body from view. In an instantaneous minute, he was gone. Nothing was left of his traces. No cork. No sand. No trace of Gaara.
Sakura was inside the house, sitting on the couch the whole time. She was still in her t-shirt and shorts. Her hands rested on her exposed thighs. She, too, was thinking, deep in thought.
Why did I wake up so early just to see Gaara?
She was wondering that herself. Even the infamous Haruno Sakura couldn't answer a simple question. Was it because she wanted to say good-bye? Was she worried about him? What made her do that? It seemed like every time she saw Gaara, she just wanted to talk to him…or even console him.
Wait…what?
In her heart, something was pulling her towards him. Something like a magnet. She didn't know why. She didn't know how. All she knew was it was making her feel this way. True, he was quiet, mysterious, and not to forget, handsome…
Sakura shook her head back and forth.
I can't be possibly falling for Gaara, could I?
Sakura frowned. It wasn't that she didn't like him. In fact, she admired his honorable duties as the Kazekage respectfully, and plus, he is Naruto's friend. A friend of Naruto is a friend of hers. He became the Kazekage of Suna 3 years ago, when they were 15, such a young age. Although the one tailed raccoon demon was extracted from him, he still felt pain from his emotions, but the people of the village care about him, about their leader.
What's not to like about him? He's tall, dark, handsome, honorable…the Kazekage…
With that thought, Sakura froze herself at mid thought. She stop herself in the middle of the sentence when the heat traveled from her neck, to her red cheeks. Everything she concluded about him were superior and proficient things. Nothing about him was appalling, except his past of course.
He's an accomplished man. A role model everyone in this village looks up to. How can someone like me marry someone as highly respected as Gaara? This doesn't make any sense. she thought.
The only thing I accomplished was being the apprentice of Shishou and surpassing her…I'm only her first hand medic. Is that the only thing that I've accomplished? The only thing people recognize me as?
Her words and her thoughts became heavy the more she thought of herself.
I'm not as beautiful as Temari or Ino…There's nothing special about me…Gaara will never have feelings for me...who would?
The pinkette paused for a moment. Then she thought back at what she said. Sakura shook her head and had a frown. Her sparkling emerald eyes showed fury.
"Why do I care? I don't even like him!" she yelled in the vast, large house.
"Like who?" A voice said in her ear. The pinkette jumped up and did a high squeaky yelp. Her heart was beating rapidly as if it was going to pop out of her chest any minute. She rested her palm on her heaving chest. The startled medic turned around to come face to face with a certain brunette puppet master.
"Kankuro!" she yelled with embarrassment, her cheeks tinted pink. The puppet master was snickering out loud, his perfect teeth were in sight. He was dressed in his dark ninja attire, the abstruse and peculiar human-like puppet strapped onto his back. The purple paint that masked some of his face was visible. Sakura stood with her hands on her hips, waiting impatiently as Kankuro settled down with his laughter.
"Geez, Sakura. I didn't know you could be so unaware of the surroundings. A true ninja isn't like that," he joked after he calmed down. The pinkette frowned.
"Well, maybe if you would've been a normal person, you would at least make some noise when approaching someone. Besides, when did you get in the house?" Sakura asked.
"While you were too busy day dreaming, I knocked on the door several times. After no one came to the door, I went to the backyard. Seeing that the door was unlocked, I just walked right in. You should be more aware of who intrudes this house and your personal space," he said matter-of-factly. Sakura just crossed her arms and pouted like a stubborn child. She was oblivious of the steamy gaze Kankuro was giving her as he scanned her up and down. His dark eyes filled with haze. The pinkette, having a feeling of being watched, looked at the puppet master. After seeing Kankuro's obvious gawk, she punched her brother-in-law straight in the chest. Kankuro hitched his own breath for a minute as he was being thumped.
"Ouch!" he yelped. Sakura closed her eyes, with a red vein in her head as she closed her eyes.
"Why are you here anyway?" she said in a stern voice after calming down. Kankuro quit rubbing his aching chest and looked at the emerald eyed medic.
"Gaara sent me to take care of you. Actually, he sent me and Temari. It seems that your husband didn't want anything to happen to you," Kankuro said with crossed arms and a content smirk. Sakura looked dumbfounded. Her mouth was shaped in a perfect thin line. There was a sudden, yet familiar voice that startled her, from behind.
"Yeah, especially when there has been reports of Sound ninjas roaming around in this part of the country," Temari briefly walked up to Sakura, standing behind her.
What? Does he think I'm so weak that I can't take care of myself? Sakura frowned as she looked at the floor.
"We need to get to the hospital. There are many patients waiting and the hospital needs you." Temari said directly to the pink medic in front of her.
The pinkette, after realizing Kankuro's steamy gaze, apprehend that she was still in her revealing clothes, immediately ran to the bottom stairs.
"Please excuse me while I freshen up," Sakura said out of embarrassment. The puppet master and the fan user looked at each other and then looked at the pinkette. Both nodded their heads bafflingly. The medic quickly ran to the top of the stairs, her footsteps light and fast. She disappeared though the hall as she entered the door of her bedroom.
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The twin glass doors of the hospital was opened with a loud sound, able to grab the attention of several medics. Through one of the doors, Sakura steadily walked through the main hospital floor with a great smile on. All of a sudden Jun, Maiko, and group of nurses and medics immediately came to the pink haired beauty and bowed.
"Good-morning, Haruno-san," all of them said in unison, and after that, they bowed.
"Good-morning, everyone," the green eyed medic greeted back with a smile. Sakura had a doctor's coat that was luminous white with a laminated name tag that hung on the right side. There was a loud sound being heard where two doors were being opened from the emergency room.
A nurse with dark brown hair and big green eyes, with glasses hastily walked up to Sakura.
"Haruno-san! A patient is in need!" said the nurse. Sakura abruptly looked at the nurse and nodded with a stern face.
"What's wrong?" the pink haired medic said out of apprehension.
"The shinobi, Sumazaki Akira's, heart rate is increasing rapidly," the nurse said swiftly. She followed the woman to one of the emergency rooms, with Kankuro and Temari trailing behind her. The nurse shortly halted at the room with the injured shinobi named Akira. The pinkette smiled at the nurse and nodded.
"Thank you," said the medic. The nurse bowed.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" the brunette woman asked. Sakura shook her head. With that, the woman left, scurrying to else where. Kankuro and Temari were shocked at how Sakura was coping with the hospital staff. Everyone seemed to respect her. Everyone in this hospital seemed to look up to her. The siblings watched as the pinkette walked into the hospital room. When they peeked inside, their heads showing from the door frame, Sakura was standing beside the patient known as Akira, who was in fact, sleeping soundlessly. She grabbed a clipboard from the bed post and started writing things on it. The only sound in the laconic room was the small beepings of the technical hospital devices. They watched the medic carefully in the room. She was swiftly writing the statistics of the man named Akira. After she abruptly put the pen down, the medic turned to look at Temari and Kankuro, who were looking at her back. Sakura smiled and her eyes gleamed.
"You guys can come in, if you want, but you have to be very quiet." The siblings looked at each other, then looked back at Sakura. They didn't want to go in and disturb Sakura, and also, the patient. So they opposed the fact of coming in.
"Temari, let's go and leave Sakura to work. She's busy," Kankuro motioned his head to leave. The fan user nodded and quietly left with her brother, walking down the long hall filled with busy medics and massive ringing of phones. The pink-haired apprentice was still in the room, writing things down. It was then she heard a small noise being heard from the patient.
"Uhh…" he groaned as his eyes were still shut closed. Sakura turned her attention to the man laying in bed. Little by little, he opened his eyes gradually. His eye lids revealed beautiful dark green eyes, surrounded by a brown halo, that was misty but perceptible. He blinked several times, trying to get the blurry vision off of his prospect. When his sight became transparent, there was a pink-haired angel with interminable emerald forest eyes gazing at him with a beautiful smile. His mouth was a gap. Sakura reached towards the wooden stand next to his bed and grabbed the clear cup of water. She put the edge of the cup towards his mouth, resting her palm on the back of his dark messy, brunette head. She took the cup away from him after hearing three large gulps of water and rested the cup on the small wooden table. The medic looked at him with a smile. Akira stared at the woman in front of him, mesmerized.
"Where am I? Are you an…angel?" he groggily whispered with half lidded eyes. The pinkette did a small laugh out of his misinterpretation.
"No, you're not dead if that's what you mean," the medic said with a soft, gentle voice that sounded virtuous with half-lidded eyes. She adverted his gaze and looked back at the clipboard in her hands.
"And you're in the hospital." She said without looking at him. The muzzy man gazed at the pink-haired medic standing in front of his bed.
"You sure recovered faster than I thought, Akira," she said softly, still writing. His half lidded eyes were dull, from fatigue.
"What happened?" This question made Sakura look at the shinobi laying with a perplexed expression on his face.
"Well, according to your friend, Hisao, after you were inured, he brought you to this hospital. I was able to recuperate all of your injuries, so you're good as new," Sakura simply explained. He nodded.
"You had many severe injuries. I was beginning to worry. You had a bleeding arm, bruises, cuts, and a broken rib. It's a good thing I was able to heal it, otherwise, I wouldn't know what I would do if I lost a patient," smiled the pinkette. She now looked at Akira. He was still looking at her, but then he turned away blushing.
"Do you need anything? Water? Food?" the medic inquisitively wondered.
"Water would be fine," as Akira hesitantly reached for the glass, his arm shaking with his hand. Then, half way there, he stopped and winced when an ache was felt through his arm. Sakura immediately put a hand on his injured arm. It began to glow green. At that action, the man looked at Sakura with a wondrous look. She was looking at him with her gentle forest eyes. They stayed like that for several minutes, after she got done with healing his injured arm. She reached for the glass of water Akira required for. While putting her palm on the back of his head, she slowly brought the edge of the glass towards his dry mouth. While the shinobi drank small gulps, he couldn't help but turn pink.
The pinkette withdrew the cup and put it back on the stand. She set her clipboard hanging on the end of the bed post. A deep, yet startled voice reached out to her.
"How long have I been in this hospital?" Akira wondered to the medic. She now looked at him with gentle eyes.
"Just a day," Sakura alleged. She now sat down on the chair next to his bed.
"But you seem to impress me." the apprentice added. The shinobi looked confused. He immediately looked up at Sakura.
"You were struck countless times, yet you had little strength left and still fought. And with an addition, you were severely injured, almost to death, and you recovered in just one day. If that's not a miracle, I'd say there's a guardian angel watching over you." Sakura once again showed her beautiful smile, her gleaming emerald eyes casting down at him. Akira was hit by a truck, when a thought occurred to him.
That angel must be you…
When the pinkette stared at him, she noticed that he was truly attractive. His dark bangs that hung above his eyes was adorable. That confused look in his captivating beautiful green-chocolate eyes was beyond cute. The thing that made him attractive was his angular face, the look of innocence and the aura of a warrior. His dark, yet intriguing attitude was enigmatic and mysterious. Before she knew it, she had a tinge of pink of her flustered cheeks.
With that, Sakura stood up, with Akira still looking at her. She grabbed the clipboard that was hanging and immediately began to scan the paper in front of her. Her eyes trailed to several parts of the dissertation wondrously.
"Well, your statistics show that you're recovering quickly so you'll be able to go home soon." The pinkette assured. Akira nodded. She walked towards the door with her clipboard in her hands. When she was about to go out, Akira's voice made her halt.
"What's your name?" he quietly said. Sakura looked at him. Then she smiled.
"Haruno Sakura," she stated. After that, she left his room, her heels making noises as she strolled down the hall.
Sakura…Sakura Haruno… was all he thought before the door shut softly.
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The only glow that was shown in the murky night was the luminous light of the incandescent lamps and the street lights of the village. Sakura was walking with Temari and Kankuro to the Kazekage mansion. The moon was shining and the stars were a blanket upon the shadowy cloudless sky. It was 10:00 at night. The pink haired medic just got finished with her job at the hospital. In all, she healed 54 patients, with the help of the assistance of nurses, of course. The pinkette was tired, but satisfied at what she did at the hospital. She wanted to become a medic-nin to help people in need, and indeed, she did. A smile was upon her lips. Kankuro and Temari were bickering over something imprudent. There was a loud "ouch!" being heard from Kankuro where Temari had hit him on the head, leaving a red bump on the top of his exposed cranium full of brown hair. The pinkette only giggled at their foolishness. They walked a couple of steps, strolling along the side walk. A few yards away, the Kazekage mansion was in sight. Sakura turned her attention to Kankuro and Temari.
"Thanks for bringing me home, you guys," the medic smiled. They both nodded with a grin.
"No problem," said Kankuro.
"Do you want us to stay with you over the night? Maybe we can bring you to the market tomorrow after the hospital," Temari offered. The pinkette put her hand on her hip and had a playful grin on her face.
"I'm not a child. I can take care and watch over of myself," Sakura said comically. Kankuro had a grin and Temari did too, but then her grin turned to a serious face. Kankuro blurted out something.
"Gaara told us to watch over you and you know what? We are. Besides, he's our Kazekage so we have to do whatever he says," Kankuro said matter-of-factly. Sakura now had her arms crossed.
"Well your Kazekage says to watch over me, not stalk me where ever I go or take care of me like some baby," the pinkette retorted back. She was beginning to get a bit livid.
"Thanks you guys, but I don't need any body guards." she snapped once again.
"Sakura we-" Kankuro was interrupted.
"Sakura, Gaara was the one who wanted us to watch over you. He also wanted us to make sure nothing happens to you. Even if you don't want us to take care of you, we're still going to do what Gaara wanted us to do, protecting you," Temari had a stern face on, her eyes glowing from the reflection of the silver moonlight. There was a brief silence between the group. Sakura looked at the older girl, then softened her emerald eyes. Temari still had a serious face after she recalled the meeting with her brother yesterday.
Flashback:
Temari walked to the Kazekage tower after dropping Sakura off at the hospital. She walked inside the entrance, her heels clicking as she did so. There, sitting on the front desk was Matsuri, filing her nails. The fan user rolled her eyes at the girl's ignorance of responsibility. She walked past the occupied girl. Matsuri, too busy to even notice her master's sister intruding the office, kept on filing her nails.
After Temari walked a long way down the hall, she finally reached her brother's office. While taking her fist, she knocked twice on the russet stilted door. Then she turned the doorknob and stepped foot inside the office. When the view was ajar, Gaara was sitting on his desk, once again, his pen was moving swiftly as he was writing documents. She noticed that Kankuro was inside his office too, standing beside her little brother, waiting patiently. the puppet master had his human-like puppet strapped on his back.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked in a casual way as she walked towards the Kazekage's desk. Gaara now looked up to see both of his siblings in front of him. He put his pen down and closed his eyes. That was a sign. Well, to Kankuro and Temari, it was. This meant that their little brother was deep in thought. He stayed laconic and deep in contemplation for a few more moments. When he opened his flaxen, pale teal eyes, there was doubt in them. This made his siblings concern.
"You both know I'll be going on a mission tomorrow," he stated, no emotion dripping from the words, at all. Temari and Kankuro both nodded their heads. The pair stood motionless as rocks and inanimate as frozen time. Gaara's jade eyes bore into them once again.
"Complete a task for me," It wasn't a question offered by the Kazekage, but it was more like a demand waiting to be preferential and fulfilled. Temari stepped up from her spot, a look of trepidation written on her beautiful face.
"What is it?" Kankuro still casually stood in the exact same spot, dumbfounded. His fingers figetted with the invisable puppet strings attached to his finger tips, making the puppet move with every jerk.
"When I depart for my mission, I want you two to watch and take care of Sakura," Gaara had no sentiment written on his face. His hands rested neatly on his desk. His pair of gorgeous jade eyes showed no feeling or reasons as they stared straight at his siblings. The fan user and puppet master stood, frozen. They didn't expect that to come out of their brother's mouth. It was Kankuro's turn to step in front.
"Gaara, why do you need us to take care of Sakura? She's one powerful woman, trained after Godaime Tsunade. I don't think she needs to be watched over like we're her body guards," Kankuro assumed with a confused face on, a little undiluted tone was set in his voice. There was a pregnant pause before their little sibling spoke.
"There have been reports of Sound nin wandering around in this part of the country," stated their Kazekage. Temari kept her gaze on Gaara, wondering what her little brother was thinking.
"I don't want anything to happen to Sakura. If anything goes wrong, our alliance with Konoha will break. If any nin gets hold of her, damage will be upon our ally," there was a pause. "And us," he added.
"I'm trusting the both you. Don't disappoint me," he said with susceptibility. Both of his siblings nodded. The clock was ticking loudly as if all objects were mute and tedious. When Gaara was about to dismiss Temari and Kankuro, Temari had thoughts running around in her mind as if a tape was rewinding itself over and over again repeatedly. The fan user finally wanted to let her thoughts out.
"Gaara, do you want us to protect her because of the safety of your village, or is it because you care about Sakura's safety?" she asked, curiously. Her eyebrows raised. Gaara still paused a moment. Then he stood up from his seat and walked to the spot near his large window behind his desk. The Kazekage stood motionless for a brief moment.
"To experience compassion and care. It is all that matters to one that doesn't feel it," Temari frowned at the understanding of her brother.
"How can I show such care for someone if I have never experienced it," Temari and Kankuro stepped up to confront their thoughts.
"That's not true," Temari confirmed, "We care about you."
Kankuro added in, "And the people of our village cares for you."
"Yes, but do the villagers only care for me because I'm their leader? Do my own siblings care for me because I'm am their little brother?" he retorted back. Temari was taken back by this, her dark eyes widened. Even though Gaara's back was turned towards them, Temari could tell there was an emotion of loneliness encircling his heart.
"I don't even know how I can feel something I have never experienced myself. Her safety requires a dedication to her home, to us," He deeply said. For once a small bit of emotion was dripping in his voice.
"All I know is that I promised to protect my village, at any cost" The fan user frowned, but inside, she was softening for her brother. Her dark eyes glistening with desolation. She knew deep inside that Gaara was confused about his feelings for the pink haired medic. Temari couldn't blame him. She actually thought Sakura would be the one to warm his ice heart. To break through is sand barrier. True, she didn't expect the pinkette to be the bride chosen for him, but Temari wanted someone that would give him something her uncle, Yashamaru did. Love. Not false love, the one masked over all the hatred, but one that was true from the heart and soul. That was all that he needed. A low grunting sound interrupted her thoughts.
"This meeting is adjourned," stated a deep mono-tone coming from Gaara. With that, both siblings standing in front of his desk slightly nodded, knowing what their mission was. They both stepped back and turned around, ready to leave his office delimited by papers. The footsteps of Temari and Kankuro deceased as the door of Gaara's office closed with a faint click. The Kazekage still was looking out of the window, staring at particularly nothing. A deep thought was in his mind.
Do I feel sympathy for Sakura?
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Temari could remember the difficulty in his voice when he talked about Sakura's safety. Her dark orbs softened at the commemoration. There in front of her, was Sakura, not knowing the discussion between the three siblings just had a perplexed expression. She shook it off and softened her emerald eyes just like Temari.
"Guys, it's fine, really!" The pinkette reassured while waving her hands in front of her. She looked at her siblings-in-law with a promising look, a small smile placed upon her features. Temari looked at Sakura in the eyes. There was determination in them, but also stubbornness. The feeling that Sakura was trying to bolster finally sunk into Temari. A feeling of pledge, yet uncertainness was swirling around in the fan user's aura. Kankuro stepped up to confront Sakura.
"Sakura-" Kankuro never got to finish his sentence for there was an arm outstretched in front of him.
"No, Kankuro. It's okay. Sakura," The older girl looked at the pinkette sternly, "are you sure you can take care of yourself, when we're not around?" Sakura immediately had a smile on. It was a good thing they trust her.
"For the last time, it's fine!" Temari had a serious face on. She looked at Sakura in the eyes once more.
"Well, let us at least take you to your house safely." Sakura looked forward to see the Kazekage mansion, only 10 yards away. Then turned to look back at the pair.
"Okay," she sighed. The group walked towards the big mansion. While there was a brief silence, the pink haired medic was in thought.
Does he truly care for me? Does Gaara really want to protect me like what Temari said?
Those worried thoughts rang through Sakura's head as it echoed to the deep abyss of her mind. Her eyes adverted straight ahead, looking at particularly at the mansion the group were destined to. When the pinkette kept on walking, she didn't notice two pairs of dark orbs looking at her. Temari was walking to her left and Kankuro was walking to her right. They stared at her, then each other. It's true, the pink haired apprentice is independent, but she was also stubborn as a mule.
Maybe her and Gaara can get along after all. both siblings thought in unison. The threesome arrived at the front porch of the elegant Kazekage house. Sakura got out her key and unlocked the door. When the door was fully ajar, she turned her attention to the pair in behind of her.
"Thank you for bringing me home," Sakura bowed. Kankuro and Temari nodded in return.
"Goodnight, you two," the pinkette gently said. Both siblings smiled.
"Goodnight, Sakura," they both said at once, then bowed. There was an intimate laconic moment. Temari winced her eyes and said one last thing before the pinkette politely closed the door on them.
"Be safe," was all they said before walking away under the obscurity blanket of the bright immense of starry sky. Sakura gently closed the door and she ran upstairs, wanting to drop tiredly on the bed and snuggle under the cool blankets that feel like the clouds in the cool breeze of the azure. As she took off her socks and discarded her clothes, she put on more comfortable ones for sleeping. Sakura wore some shorts and a white t-shirt. She plopped on the bed and moaned out of respite. Today was a long and busy day.
Today was as stressful and busy as usual, she thought out of tiredness but it seems as if I'm beginning to bond with the village more and more. She smiled at the thought.
Would Gaara approve at my accomplishment? With that, Sakura fell asleep.
As the pinkette was knocked out on the comforter, deep crimson eyes viewed from the room windows. A low grunting voice quietly chuckled in the dark, enigmatic shadows.
"Sweet dreams, Sakura-chan…"
Chapter 8 will be better because Sakura and Gaara begin to 'bond' more...but that's all until next time! Read, Review, and be patient for the next chapter. Thank you!