So happy we're really getting far with this :D I'm having so much fun and its easier to write when I have a chapter plan. Hopefully I'll be able to do this with my other stories at some point *smiles* Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers and 18 followers who have shown appreciation for this story , I love you guys.

Anyway I'm having fun with this and so on with the chapter we go :D

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Gaara evaluated himself in the mirror. His usually pale cheek was now a almost terrifying blue/purple and the red cut was still open. The bleeding had stopped a while ago and it was apparent that it was not as bad as previously thought. He poked it with a finger and although it caused him pain, he didn't even wince slightly. He was wary of showing himself to his angel like this. It was such an ugly bruise and it made him look ugly. Such an ugly being didn't deserve to be in her presence.

But if he didn't go to her, they might come and take her away, especially since his father was home. . He winced at that. Them and his father working together to take his gorgeous angel away from him… Gaara shuddered.

He dropped the towel in the sink with a loud pat and turned around. He would have to just sneak her some fruit this time; no one else in the house ate fruit so it would hardly be missed. He nodded to himself. It was time to go see her now,

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The pillow she had been lying on for a while was losing its extremely small amount of plumpness. 'It's as flat as my chest' Sakura thought and she outwardly snickered at her own snarky joke. What was wrong with her? Here she was in her captor's, whose name she still didn't know, basement laughing at her flaws. She mentally slapped her self. She needed to get it together and just plot to find a way out of here. It was the most important thing at the moment.

She huffed and sat up; time for her 'exercise'. Ever since her bath, she had been running around her room to get her back to her feet. It would be useless if she couldn't even walk when she decided to escape, plus, she needed to be as strong as possible if she wanted to overpower him. All of this lead to a regime; run around the room ten times, ten push-ups, ten sit up, run around the room 10 times and flop back on the bed. So far… it was working. Doing this whenever she had nothing to do had probably improved her strength more but what it had also done was made her more hungry.

She was already becoming much skinnier. It worried her. As an aspiring doctor, she took care of her health immensely, which meant staying in shape. All of this exercise combined with her one meal a day was making her thinner. She needed to get out of here, not only was she losing weight but her breath absolutely stank. She shivered at the thought of what colour her teeth were.

After doing her fast paced exercise, she once again flopped on the bed. Just in time really because almost exactly five minutes after the tell-tale creak of the door and groan of the stair case signalling his entrance.

He looked the same as always at first, same handsome sculpted face, blood red hair and black ringed eyes. But then she noticed it, actually, it wasn't every hard to miss. Perhaps her ravenous state had made her delirious so she first saw him without. Either way, donning his cheek was a large bruise and a deep open cut.

Her inner medic kicked in. She stood up carefully and touched his cheek, surveying the cut. She was much to in depth with her examination to notice how his cheeks coloured themselves with a dark red flush.

"It's not that deep." She murmured to him quietly. "You should probably put a plaster or something on it, otherwise it there's a tiny chance it might get infected."

He nodded. "If that's what my angel says is best." He whispered under his breath.

She snapped back to reality and attempted to move away from him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close and then did something almost unexpected. He hugged her. His arms went around her waist and he leaned his head on her shoulder, ignoring her frozen state. He laid there comfortably for what seemed to be forever but then suddenly he growled. And then it happened.

He started mumbling hurried things and his body began to shake, it became more and more shaky by the minute. His mumbles became faster and more louder; he was almost hyperventilating now. His grip around her waist tightened. She needed to do something. She made a split decision.

She put her soft hand on his head and began to stroke it gently. His harsh breathing began to slow and he nuzzled into her shoulder seeking comfort.

"Shh" She started, unsure of what to do in such an uncomfortable situation "I-It's okay."

His mumbling stopped and his grip lessened. She released a strained wobbly breath.

He slowly let go and dropped some items on the bed before leaving quickly. She watched him go and slowly sat down on the bed, her mind had not properly processed the situation. She looked to her side. Apples; About twelve bright green, juicy apples. She smiled.

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He shut the basement door quietly and returned to his room. As soon as his door was shut he jumped onto his bed and tugged on his hair. How dare that voice taunt him like that around her. It couldn't do that; it would scare his petite beauty too much. He remembered it.

Her lovely silky hand touching his cheek, her face so close to him so he could see her almost heart shaped lips and her green eyes, so much like his own yet so different. He remembered her being so kind and her kind words. He felt like he'd gotten somewhere.

But that voice; that cruel wicked voice had to ruin everything didn't it! It had whispered about how nice her breasts felt against him, about how she was completely vulnerable. What was wrong with him? Why was her cursed with this lust driven voice. All it did was cause pain. And now not even his angel could drive it away. He wrapped his arms around his knees and he began to cry. He rarely cried but it was too much in such a little time. How long would it be until that voice took him over and did something bad to her? He couldn't say but he knew something was brewing; something bad. And that voice was going to cause it.

AND DONE. I had this part planned for ages actually, it was something I've wanted to do. But as you can see Sakuras starting to relate sorta. It might be a little too soon but I can't tell. Anyway tell me what you think, constructive critiscm and ideas are welcome, whether I take them to heart is a different matter.