A/N: Here I am updating for people who have actually put up with me and are reading through to chapter 9 of my sorry story. To be honest, I've no idea what this chapter is going to be about. Haha. So just wait and see what unfolds.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, blah blah insert joke here
Chapter Dedicated to BlackButterfly0011
Chapter 9: Breathe Sak, Breathe
Recap from last chapter: A lazy smile traced its way onto my features.
"What are you smiling at?" she inquired while smiling up at me from where she laid.
"Nothing.." I said waving my hand in front of me, " 'cept for the fact that I made out with Haruno. Fuck yes." I said while air humping a pillow.
She laughed hysterically and slapped the pillow away from my hands, "I have to sleep with those you mega douche" she shouted and we fell into bouts of laughter together.
Then her phone rang, and my evening was ruined.
What time was it again? 9 on the dot you say?
Fuck you Uchiha.
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SPOV
Sakura?
I sighed and looked at the phone like it was Lucipher himself, but Kami knows there was a sadness in my eyes.
Explain yourself..
Saku
I looked up at Gaara and saw he was staring at the ceiling with a pouting look on his face. His lips formed into a delectable ducky pout. I just couldn't resist that!
I leaned over him and kissed him flush on the lips and smiled at the feel. I pulled back and saw that cute little crooked smile was on his face again and I grinned back at it.
"What?"
"Oh nothing" I said and began to laugh when his mouth contorted back into that pout.
I laughed and leaned down and kissed him again but let out a surprised sound when his hand threaded it's fingers into my hair and pressed my mouth firmly against his while his tongue found its way to mine…
Coincidence much? I don't think so!
When he finally let me go to breath, I tried to glare at him but there was a large smile on my face,
"You did that little pout on purpose you dick!" I said and poked him with an accusing finger in the chest.
His laugh bellowed out and he idly twirled a lock of my hair in his fingers.
"Well it seemed to work wonders the first time. Why not use it to my advantage?...Can it do other things?" he asked with a wiggle of his brows.
Jerk!
I laughed and smacked him in the arm. But then I got a message and playtime was over.
Saku, I'm sorry. For everything. That fight before we left, it was so stupid. I should have never called you weak because you were crying. You cried because you didn't want me to leave…you didn't want to be alone…and I ignored that..
Sasu
Another message popped up after I'd finished reading
But I want to be here now to make up for it. There is no reason why I can explain that I left except for the fact that I didn't want to be trapped in that town and become nothing like the inhabitants..
Sasu
If you can forgive me…find it in your heart to forgive your Sasu..I promise I'll make up for every birthday missed. Every holiday. Every moment. All of it. I miss you Saku, and I need you. Come on, we complete each other and you know it. Best friends forever since we were 4..right?
Sasu
A sad smile traced it's way onto my face. He is my Sasu. The one who used to tease me when I was too afraid to go all the way across the high monkey bars when we were kids. The one who would help me clean the scrape on my knee after playing in the park with Kashi. I missed him as much as he missed me and we both knew it. How can I shut him out of my life when I've thought of him every waking day for the past 5 years. My Sasu…My Kashi…together again. I've missed you.
I've missed you Sasu-Kun…
Sakura
Likewise, Saku
Sasu
NPOV
She smiled whilst looking down at her phone. That stupid cheesy grin she used to give whenever they'd play together when she was 7, on her face. She missed him. Completely. She missed him putting his arm around her shoulder and taking her home to make cupcakes with strawberries on top when Suna boys wouldn't let her play ''football'' with them. She missed calling him when she was 12, and talking about the stupidest shit until she inevitably fell asleep with the phone next to her head. She missed the feeling of comfort he had given her after Kakashi had left the village and they began to exchange 'Best Friend Rings'. They promised to give Kakashi his if they ever saw him again..
She smiled soft and slow after those thoughts.
Parts of her weren't spread off in who knows where places. They were all in the same town now. Together Again..
But wasn't she getting a new piece to add to her collection?
Aren't I?
She looked down at the redhead who had his head cocked to the side. He looked confused but so adorable at the same time. She could only guess why.
"What?" Her head turning to the side to glance at him
"You. That's what."
Ugh!..What was that supposed to mean..
"Excuse me?"
He chuckled at her and sat up. "You," again with the smiling. His crooked smile that made her blood boil hot.
"I got that the first time. Me what? You jerk."
"Gosh Mitsukai. Mi Corazon hurts after that one. I'm not a Jerk!"
Spanish?!
"Spanish? Are you fucking trialingual or something?!"
"First off" he sprawled a hand behind him, out onto the bed "Is triAlingual even a word? And yes, I speak multiple languages."
With a huff she fell onto her back and sighed.
"What is it?" he laid down next to her idly twirling a lock of hair.
"There's so much about you that I don't know…" She watched him move to prop himself up on one elbow, then shifted her eyes back to the ceiling.
"Ask me."
"What?"
He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips one by one. "Ask me." He breathed once more
"…Favorite color?"
He looked into her eyes and temporarily stopped worshipping her wrist with kisses, "Green."
She smiled and looked away, "…Favorite month?"
His breathe ghosted across her forearm, "August."
"Season?"
"Autumn." He kissed her biceps.
"Sport?"
He chuckled slightly, "Baseball. Weird? I know."
Gaara? Baseball? What a riot..
"Smell?" She felt him grin into her neck before placing a chaste kiss.
"Japanese Cherry Blossom" He outright laughed as she did also.
"Favorite Flavor?"
"That," he crawled over her on all fours and briefly glanced down south…on her…,"is undecided as of yet." He hailed kisses on her tomato red cheeks.
"Oh shutup" she somehow managed to grumble out.
He briefly glanced into her eyes. Mirth shining in his orbs. "Next."
"Aspirations?"
He paused in nipping at her jaw and brought his face back level with hers, "…Family." He gave her a soft look and slowly descended; giving her a supple and hesitant kiss on her lips. He really hoped she felt all the emotion he'd put into that small kiss. "Stable life. Stable job. Happy wife." He laughed again at the raised eyebrow he got in return. "What?"
"Oh nothing" she smiled.
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GPOV
I woke up at 5:56, just 4 minutes before the alarm clock was supposed to go off. I rolled over onto my back and reached for the alarm to turn it off. Why have an annoying beep go blaring when I was already awake?
I rolled back and looked at a puff of pink sticking out of the covers.
How did you get away from me last night?
I let out a light chuckle remembering last night after I'd attacked her. Who knew the girl could laugh so much!
Smiling as I removed the blanket from her top half, I brushed some pink tendrils that had moved to cover her face.
So beautiful..
My fingers traced the contours of her face and moved to ghost across her shoulder and slide down her arm until they lightly glided across her hips. She let out a puff of air at that feeling. Note to self: She likes it. I smiled even more.
Lightly scraping my finger tips over the exposed skin on her back, I pushed my hand up the back of her shirt and laid it flat across the small of her back. She'd gotten so cold throughout the night. I pushed her closer to me with the hand against her back, and placed her head on the bicep of my other arm to grasp the top of her shoulder.
Then I kissed her like I had last night. Forehead, nose, eyelids, cheeks, chin, jaw line, neck, shoulders, arms, chest. Every kiss saying the same thing as the one before it, "You're magnificent. I'll worship you for a lifetime." The final kiss being placed on her lips, "Wake up. Let me see those emerald eyes."
Her lips lightly pushed back against mine and I smiled. I need you to be mine…
NPOV
She smiled as she awoke being pressed into his chest and encompassed in his hold. She'd really miss sleeping like this after the week was over. She was still half asleep when he pressed that soft kiss to her lips and she weakly responded. He captured her lip between his as she did the same. The leisurely pace being followed by them both.
She suddenly sat up and covered her mouth, letting the blanket fall from her to her lap. Gaara still had his lips set in a kissy pout, not fully expecting her to rip away so quickly. Once he realized she wasn't there his eyes slid open and he sadly peered at her.
"What's wrong?"
She uncovered her mouth a little bit so that she could speak, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet…"
He groaned and rolled over onto his back, flinging an arm over his eyes.
She looked away from him and down at the covers and her eyes widened a fraction then narrowed. "Gaara…"
"What's the matter Koi?" he sat up on his elbows.
"What's THAT…" she pointed to the covers on his side of the bed a waist level.
Ugh
"Ugh…this so isn't my fault!"
"Are you trying to blame it on ME?" she pointed a finger at her chest and raised an eyebrow.
"It's 50/50 Saku" was his sheepish reply.
"Explain it!"
"Well I mean it happens like 99% of the time to ANY guy in the morning…and you and the kisses and you…and YOU" he waved in open palm in a circular motion around her front half that was facing him.
"Okay okay!" she swatted his hand away and laughed.
"It'll go away, don't worry…eventually…or for the time being-" he flashed her a devious smirk, "we could…"
She laughed harder and stood up on the bed, stepping over him and off the side. "You're too much!"
"Am I Saku? I mean really. Look at this," he climbed out of bed and struck a pose sideways.
She laughed and tripped over a pair of converse while walking backwards towards the bathroom.
"Tell me the truth Saku-," he tried to look over his should at his butt and pulled up the tank top he was wearing in the back, "-do these briefs make my butt look big? They do right?"
She cracked up even more and stumbled into the bathroom door waving a hand in front of her while holding onto the doorknob with the other. "Please! No more! Please!" she made it inside the bathroom, giggly laughter bouncing off the walls into the room until the door clicked shut.
He chuckled to himself before moving over to his duffle bag on the floor and placing it on the bed. He hadn't had a good laugh like that in a few weeks. Things around his house were tense. She sure as hell brought out the goof in him.
He laughed some more before subconsciously looking over into the full body mirror she had hanging next to the bed and really did inspect his butt before shaking his head and taking out the clothes he was going to wear for the day.
I hope she doesn't use all the hot water..
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Gaara drove Sakura to school, minding the speed limit in order to keep her sane for the rest of the day. He crawled the car into a parking spot, put it in park, and turned it off. He really hoped that was a good start to the day for her. He had a lot more planned.
He looked over and she was smiling at him. "Thanks."
He put his arm behind her head rest and reached over to plant a kiss on her cheek, "No problem, Koi." Reaching into the backseat he grabbed their bags and they exited the car.
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SPOV
Kakashi was late again. Did the man never learn over the years? He was never really late for me and Sasu-Kun, but Jeese this is ridiculous.
I looked over to my left where I saw Sasu trying to balance a pen on his nose. I giggled and it startled him, causing the pen to drop to the floor. Oops.
He grinned at me and picked it up to do it again. Man that kid was bored.
Then my thoughts wandered back to this morning. What a hilarious morning indeed. "Do these briefs make my butt look big?"
I looked over at said redhead in question and couldn't retain my bouts of laughter. He really was too much. But he looked so deep in thought. I wonder what about.
GPOV
I sat in homeroom thinking about what I was going to do today. It had to be perfect and beautiful, like Sakura.
I think I'm gonna have to leave early…Now I've gotta find somebody to take her home though…
I broke away from my concentration and pulled out my phone to text someone.
Hey, will you wake the hell up please?
Gaara
I watched as the boy stirred upon feeling his phone vibrate and took it out to view the message. He scrunched up his face in loathing and then confusion at the message.
Why?
Shika
I looked down at my phone when I got the message and began typing on the qwerty keyboard.
Listen…or really, read. I plan on doing something special tonight for Sak, but I need to leave school early to get all of the arrangements. Do you mind doing me a favor and taking Sakura home? I'll just tell her I have a dentist appointment to go to.
Gaara
I placed my phone on my desk and watched him, waiting for my reply.
Sure dude, no problem. But you so owe me when Tem gets back…I miss her…
Shika
I looked at the message and briefly smiled and sighed before rolling my eyes at the last bit.
Oh suck it up you big sissy. She'll be back in like 3 days…Jeese.
Gaara
I looked over to Sakura and she was just staring back at me intently. Kinda like the stare of concentration she gives a guitar when she's tuning it. So cute.
I reached over and stroked her cheek; a light blush being left in its wake.
I wonder how she's going to react today. I really want to make her happy. Shame I have to leave so early but I'll see her later on soon enough.
NPOV
The bell rang a few minutes later and the students slowly shuffled out of the classroom. Sakura began walking towards the hallway where her AP Bio class was supposed to be with a small smirk on her face. She loved science. There was no way this teacher could handle her.
Before she could make it far, someone caught her wrist and pulled her to the side of the hall. She turned to glare at whoever it was but when she saw Gaara looking at her through his shaggy red hair, her eyes softened.
"Saku?" His hand slid down her wrist to her hand and he interlaced their fingers. "I have to leave."
Her heart broke in two at those words. Why was he leaving her? What had she possibly done wrong? "Why?" she managed to choke out.
"Oh no no no no! It's not like that Mitsukai, I have a dentist appointment. Then Tem wants me to go and run some errands for the house." His eyes looked sadly into hers, waiting for a response.
"Oh…okay?" she squeezed his hand a little peered up at him through her bangs. "How long will you be?"
"Probably a few hours. I don't think I'm coming back to school. But I'll be home when you get there. Pinky promise" He held up his pinky and grinned at her.
She let out a sigh of breath and laughed, smiling back at him, "Pinky promise." She linked her pinky with his and gave it a squeeze. Laughing again when he kissed her finger.
"I'll see you in a few" He drew her in closer, placing her hand behind his neck and bent down to kiss her.
A rush of breath left her after their kiss shared together. Those butterflies in her stomach really were annoying when they reared their heads. Mostly when she was kissing him.
"Okay" she hugged him to her and stepped backwards towards the direction of her AP Bio class, bumping into a few lockers on the way.
He laughed at her clumsiness and turned around to walk towards the schools parking lot. There was much to do.
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Sakura sat on top of a lunchroom table outside, bottle of water in hand, watching Sasuke as he long boarded around the sidewalk. Bright Neon wheels of the board glittering in the light. She missed skating with him. Too many things about him she had missed.
She grabbed the smaller board beside her and placed her water on top of the table. Lunch time was meant for fun in her eyes. Might as well enjoy it.
Sticking her foot on one end of the board, she let the other part drop to the ground and began pushing with her left foot to build up speed. The wind billowed her hair back and around her hood. One iPod earphone dangling in the breeze, the other in her ear.
Sasuke turned and looked behind him, watching Sakura get closer to him and slowed down his pace so that he could ride next to her. She came up next to him and he flashed her a quick smirk. Raising her brows at him she pointed from herself to him with her finger, and he nodded. She let out an unladylike snort and nodded her head.
His hands grabbed both of hers and they turned to face each other, still coasting over the sidewalk. Their legs moved in a fluid back and forth motion on the boards. Weaving in with their wheels almost touching, then pushing back out with a swivel motion.
He smiled on the inside. He'd missed this too.
He turned his face back to look at her instead of looking off into the distance and raised a brow. She took her hands back and threw them up in the air briefly before bring them back down to chest level, palms facing her. "Bring it Sasu!" she yelled and laughed as he did.
He paused and looked deep into her eyes. Daring her to say a peep, then slowly his mouth formed the words she was waiting to hear, "…Mortal Board Tag."
Their steps were fluid and graceful, repeating one another. She laughed all the way through the game they'd made up as middle schoolers. Every time one foot of his would land over on her board, she'd move onto his board, as he did hers. Object of the game: Don't get caught!
Onlookers from afar that were also at lunch assumed that one of them was going to eventually fall and break something, but after a couple of years of becoming in sync with one another, it was almost impossible to beat each other. Long boarding really was Sakura's best sport in her eyes.
Sakura snorted out her giggles in short bouts and both of their eyes bubbled over with mirth.
The boards slowly began to slow down and they shifted one last time to their own boards and separated their hands. Sakura curved in and out on the sidewalk and turned a sharp corner before arriving at the table where she was before and jumped off her board to pick it up.
"So where'd you get this board from Sasu?" she asked as she twisted open the cap on her water bottle to take a gulp.
"I got it right before I started going to school here. Figured you'd need and would like a new one, so I got you one. There was no way I was just going to ride by myself. There's no fun in that Saku," he ruffled her bangs and she glared at him, twisting her bottle cap back on.
"I'm warning you boy…"
"Okay, okay!" grabbed his school bag and board, backing away with open palms. "Let's just go back into school now. Lunch is about over."
"Fine."
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After school came fast enough and Sakura scurried out of her AP World History class. History and her just did NOT coincide most of the time. If it was concerning Asia then sure, but that European/America/New world/Old world shit was just to confusing. Why the hell would SHE need to know the history of some other continent that wasn't even HERS…Schools these days…
She walked down the hall in a leisurely pace. One hand holding her Long Board and the other in her pocket, slouch in place. Man she'd picked up a couple bad habits from Kakashi as a kid.
Someone came to walk with her at the same pace, slouch just as prominent and both hands in his pockets. He glanced down at her and smirked and she gave a small one back.
"I was asked to take you home today. Don't worry, I won't fall asleep at the wheel. Kanegoto" he nodded is head and smiled.
"It's kool. I'd trust you with my life behind a steering wheel." She smiled back and looked forward again, shuffling out of the school doors along with the rest of the students.
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The ride home with Shikamaru was interesting on her part. He talked a bit about how him and Temari met, and how he'd thought he would never like her as even a friend because of her rash actions and her brash personality. But look what happened. He even talked about how Gaara practically secluded his emotions off from his circle of friends until she had come along. Now he was so out of character, barely being able to keep a smile down while being near her. He didn't care what she did or how she'd gotten him to act like that all of a sudden, but hell, he wasn't complaining. It was good to see a best friend happy…Even if it was a little odd.
He pulled into the driveway of her house and she noticed that her parents car wasn't there but Gaara's was parked against the curb as he'd promised. She should stick him with pinky promises more often in the future.
"Thanks Shika," she leaned over and kissed his temple, "You really didn't have too."
He waved her off, "It's no problem. Gave me a reason to stop moping. All I do when I get hope is swing in a hammock in my backyard and watch the clouds…the hammock that WE always swing in…" he groaned and hit his forehead against the steering wheel.
She giggled a little at his antics, "Shika it's okay" she patted his back, "she'll be back in a couple days. Promise."
"I know…I know…"
She grabbed her bag and her board and bid him a farewell, walking over to her front door and unlocking it.
"Mom?? Dad?" she dropped her board by the door and kicked off her converse, walking into the kitchen.
"Mom??? Da-" she stopped short at the beautiful and full bouquet of vibrant red flowers. She almost choked on her words and walked over to the island in the middle of the kitchen where the bouquet was in a clear vase filled halfway with water. She dropped her bag on the floor and reached up to grab the card with her name scrawled across it in perfect penmanship.
Flashback
Gaara walked into the flower shop he'd just parked in front of. He needed to get the most absolutely perfect flowers for what he had planned. She was worth going through any trouble to obtain them.
A small jingle rang as he pushed open the shops doors and surveyed his surroundings. The over powering smell of flowers pelting at his nose.
He noticed the old man sitting behind the cashier desk smiling at him as he looked over and he quickly made his way to the man. He and his sister used to come here every other weekend to get flowers to lie on their mother's grave. It was a long 40 minute drive, but this would be worth it.
The old man shuffled off of his stool and walked to the front of the desk just as Gaara arrived.
"My you've grown awfully big haven't you boy? Haven't seen you in a couple years time! What can I do for you today? Yellow roses as always?" the old man smiled at him.
Temari always did like color in the flowers. Swore up and down that their mother would want colors that would make her smile.
"I need to find a very special flower for a very special girl." He looked down at his shoes as the old man looked him up and down.
"Special is she? How so?"
Gaara looked back up at the man in stuffed one hand in his pocket, mouth opening and closing In an effort to say something.
"She's…" he sighed, "Everything that I've ever wanted and never asked for. I didn't know that I NEEDED her until the day I met her. She makes me feel emotions that I haven't felt since I was a kid. I'm free with her. She makes me laugh and smile as much as I do her. I don't ever want to lose her. Not now. I've only known her for like, what? A couple days? I feel like I've known her for a lifetime, and I can't imagine spending a lifetime without her now. I just…want to give her an inkling of how much she means to me day by day…"
The old man looked at the young boy for a few moments before he held up one finger as if he'd gotten an idea, "I've got just the flower."
He returned a few minutes later withl a chilled flower that had a vibrant red hue. The man handed Gaara the flower ad he inspected the peculiar petals. They were so soft and velvety. He was sure she'd love them.
"What kind of flower is this?"
"It's a Scarlet Tulip. A very rare flower indeed. It represents undying love. You've either gotta be almost halfway head over heels or already over the deep end to want to give someone that."
Gaara smiled to himself and handed back the flower, "I'd like a bouquet of 24, and another dozen, please."
The man smiled back and nodded his head, disappearing again into the back room.
"Would you like to write a card?" the old man called out from the back.
"Two please!"
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He'd come home an hour or so later and placed the bouquet directly on the counter, adding the card he wrote into the bunch. Then he'd taken the other dozen and trailed petals from the bottom of the stairs all the way to the inside of her bedroom, all around the floor and bed.
This was going to be perfect.
End flashback
She picked up the card and opened it
Scarlet Tulips: A rare breed of flowers.
A symbol of undying love.
Only fit for a beautiful Sakura.
Xo
She placed the card down on top of the counter and breathed in a shaky breath. Those damned butterflies were back and she was shaking like a leaf so badly she thought her nerves might just go into complete shock.
She rounded the corner into the living room but found no one. Turning towards the stares she inhaled sharply and brought her hand to roughly slap over her mouth, preventing anymore intake.
The stairs were lavished with scarlet tulip petals from top too bottom and she'd bet her shiny penny it continued down the hall.
She walked over to the stairwell and picked up another index card, much like the one from the flowers in the kitchen and opened it up.
Come to me
XoXo
She placed it back on the post of the stairs and slowly ascended up the stairs. Fingers knocking off tulip petals as they slid up the banister. She watched as they floated to the ground and continued her climb. As she edged closer to the top, she heard music.
Flashback
He was in his closet at home flinging shoes, magazines, posters, shirts, and everything else on his closet floor behind him.
"Where the fuck did I put that damned thing…"
He hadn't played his acoustic in a few weeks since he'd gotten that electric that he'd been pining over.
"Shit…" A wind cascaded through his windows, ruffling his curtains and pushing his open door closed. He turned at the sound and relieved a sigh.
"Oh." His guitar was in its case, propped up next to where the closed door should have been opened.
He walked over to it and opened the case, pulling out the guitar and one of his colorful picks. Green seemed to be appropriate. Strumming a chord he grimaced at the distasteful sound that greeted his ears.
"This really needs to get tuned."
Tuning the strings one by one, he felt he was finally satisfied and played a short scale. Melodically enchanting music greeted him this time and he smirked before placing the guitar back into its case and slinging it over his shoulder. He then turned to his bed and picked up the two clothing hangers he'd placed there and went to make his way back to Sakura's house.
End Flashback
Mufflednotes greeted her ears as she cautiously strolled down the hall and pressed her ear to her bedroom door. The music was coming from within.
Hesitantly reaching out and taking the doorknob in her hands, she twisted the knob and pushed open the door. The force of what laid before her hit her like the impact of a drunken driving accident.
More petals littered her floor and made a trail to her bed on the opposite side of the room. More were draped across the sheets and pillows but her eyes settled on the mop of red that was sitting up and didn't quite match the color of the petals.
Gaara sat on her bed, strumming away at his black acoustic guitar looking like something alike to a Greek god.
Flashback
After picking up the flowers he quickly drove to the large commercial mall that was outside of their town. He needed to pick up a couple outfits for his other plans.
Parking in the garage of the mall, he got out and walked in to find the store that sold the appropriate attire he wanted.
While walking in he stopped and looked at the first store that caught his eye.
"The Tuxedo Factory... Why not?" he strolled into the store and was mauled by an overly perky brunette that he guessed worked there judging by the headset she wore attached to a walky talky on her hip and the nametag on her chest that said 'Karen'.
"Hello sir! Welcome to the Tuxedo Factory! Anything that I can do to help you today?" Yeah, she was definitely perky.
He rubbed the back of his neck and began speaking with her, "Yea um…I need to find some dress attire. Nothing extravagant like a full suit. Maybe just pants, a dress shirt and a vest please?"
"Oh sure! Come right this way!"
She led him down an aisle passing all different kinds of suits with different designs. Who in the world would wear something purple with Zebra stripes?
"Hmm…you look like you're about a size 30? 32? Okay how about this right here?" She pulled out a hanger with a vibrant pink vest and tie that went with a black dress shirt and pants. "This'll suit you perfectly!"
His eye twitched a little at the thought of himself wearing bright pink. "Um…that's not really what I had in mind. I like the slacks and the dress shirt…but can we pick out a different color for the vest and tie?"
After much arguing on her part and polite rejections on his, they finally settled on a color. It wasn't the color that he'd hoped for because they just didn't have it in stock in his size at the time, but nonetheless he thought he'd look fine. He purchased the attire and relieved a sigh. Thank god that was over.
After exiting the store he went over to Journeys and decided to pick out a new pair of converse to go with his outfit. Who on God's green Earth said he had to wear 'dress shoes'. Talk about uncomfortable.
End Flashback
He had on black, but fitted, dress pants along with a navy blue belt. A chain went from one belt loop in the front and dipped around to meet another belt loop in the back. He didn't wear dress shoes, but instead opted for a navy blue pair of converse that matched his belt. A black dress shirt adorned his upper body, and was tucked into his pants. A black fitted vest closed on his chest also, with a navy blue, silk tie that hung from his neck tucked into it.
One foot rested on top of the knee of his other leg and supported the guitar that he was busily strumming. He looked up at her through his lashes and bangs as he began to sing for her. Only her.
"The strands in your eyes, that color them wonderful, stop me and steal my breath." Her breath hitched in her throat as she listened to his voice. So velvety and emotion filled. "Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, never revealing their depth…And tell me that we belong together. Dress it up, with the trappings of love. I'll be captivated. I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above."
She smiled at the song that she recognized. It was one of the few love songs she couldn't get through without crying. A single tear began to roll down her cheek.
"I'll be your crying shoulder. I'll be a love suicide. And I'll be better when I'm older. And I'll be the Greatest fan of your life…" He finished lightly strumming out the melody of the chorus and placed the guitar onto the bed with his pick, briskly walking over to her.
"Sakura?" her heart melted and thudding in her chest, pushing out access blood that flooded her veins. "Sakura, I didn't want you to cry. If you don't want any of this then we could pretend it never happened…" He cast a sorrowful look to the side. He really thought she'd like it.
She choked out a sob and brought a hand to her chest "No, no. Really Gaara that's not it."
He reached up and brushed her tears away, thankful that she'd stopped crying. "Then what is it?"
"That song just makes me go into hysterics all the time." She let out a nervous laugh, "but umm…Gaara what is all of this?"
He smiled down at her and brought her arms to wrap around his neck. "This is all for you of course silly." He kissed her nose.
"Is it really?" she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, "but why?"
"All questions will be answered in due time Mitsukai. Kanegoto. But for now," he took one of her hands and led her over to the bed where a clothes hanger with clothes zipped up in it was and a shoebox sat, "You need to go and change. We've only half an hour to get there."
Flashback
Now he needed to find something for Sakura to wear. He imagined she'd look beautiful in anything, but he wanted to make sure she and everyone else around them would be able to see it too. What was the name of that shop Temari always dragged him to here to drool over their dresses?
Ever-Pretty Dress Store, THAT was the name. He had to admit that the dresses were beautiful.
He walked over to the directory and located the store before going to it.
He arrived at the store and was immediately drawn to a beautiful dress hanging in the back. He envisioned Sakura in that dress perfectly. There was no way she couldn't think she was beautiful in a strappy little elegant number like that.
He quickly walked to the register and asked the cashier for the dress in the size he remembered seeing in her closet. The cashier asked him if he wanted shoes to match it and he nodded his head eagerly. He couldn't wait to see her in it.
End Flashback
She looked perplexed at him for a few moments before he shooed her into the bathroom with the items, ordering to her get ready.
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10 minutes later…
"Sakura? Are you okay in there? It shouldn't take this long to get ready, love." He sat on the bed tapping his converse on the ground and looking at his watch. What in John smith was-
His thoughts were cut off as he heard the bathroom door open.
He looked up and the dress looked even more beautiful on her than it did hanging up.
The spaghetti straps of the dress showed off her slender ivory shoulders and accentuated the V line just above her cleavage. The dress was a vibrant red, just like the Scarlet tulips scattered across her floor. Black lace adorned the top parts of the cleavage portion of the chest, acting as a second V line on the red lining. It was a long silk dress that slit from a few inches above mid thigh to the ground. More little portions of black lace formed in intricate flower patterns started underneath her left boob and trailed down to the slit on the dress. It was simple but it fit her curves and was soft against her skin tone. Her hair was pulled up into a slightly messy bun on her head, tendrils of hair falling in front of her ears and bangs covering her left eye slightly. A little makeup was reapplied on her eyes, and light lip gloss glimmered on her lips as she went to speak.
"Do I look okay?" Gaara looked her from the top of her head where her bun started, to her toes that sat in the strappy red heels.
He got off of the bed and walked over to her in a daze. He slid a hand across her hip, shivering at the silky touch of her dress and bent down to breathe a response in her ear. But he was temporarily distracted by the smell of her perfume. Japanese cherry blossom. There was a reason why it was his favorite.
"You look beautiful Saku. So so beautiful." He kissed her neck and stepped back to grab his keys and her purse that he'd also purchased and filled with her necessities while she was in the bathroom. He handed her the bag and guided her out of the room and down the stairs, one hand pressed to the small of her back.
"Gaara, where are my parents?" He smiled remembering the conversation he'd had with them on his way back from shopping at the mall.
Flashback
He took his phone out of the center piece and dialed a number. It rang a few times before he heard a gruff voice and a woman giggling in the background.
"Kai! ... Ugh, stop trying to tickle me woman! I'm trying to talk to someone. Stooop!" He heard the man laugh and the woman laughed harder. Guess he'd totally forgotten that he pushed the talk button. Then there was scuffling in the phone and the man finally spoke to Gaara, "H-hello?"
Gaara cleared his throat and spoke back, "Kimaru? It's Gaara."
"Gaara? Oi! How the hell are you?...Kai stop it!"
Gaara's eyes slid briefly to the right where his phone was held to his ear, then slid his eyes back to the rode and shook his head. "I need for you two to do me a favor. I promise it will all be worth it."
"Is this about Saku?"
"Sort of. You see I plan on doing some very special things for her tonight but I want it to be about just me and her. No parental notions involved making her freak-out. I can just tell the girl doesn't necessarily like surprises already."
"Is this going to make her happy?"
"I'd hope to think so sir." He put on his turning signal and switched lanes on the highway. "I took it upon myself to call the Hotel Resort right outside of town and got you and Kai a penthouse suite. Kai gets a whole spa day too and if you'd like you could go with her…Or stay in the room and watch football on the 60 inch high-def plasma screen." He chuckled at Kimaru's gasp. "And at night, there should be a few room service attendants coming up to place a beautiful candle lit dinner for the two of you. Then you're invited to the Ball being held in the ballroom. I imagine Kai would love it. Sound okay?"
Kimaru nodded eagerly on the other end but realized that Gaara couldn't see him, "Yes! Yes yes yes. That's more than okay Gaara! Thank you so much!" by this time Kai was hanging on Kimaru's arm asking him what was so great. He explained to her the same thing that Gaara had explaining to him and Gaara heard a loud squeal from the other end. Guess she liked the idea.
"Thank you so much, once again."
"It's no problem. Be ready to leave in a half hour. A Limo should be there soon enough." He heard another squeal from the background and laughed a little before hanging up the phone and placing it back in the Center piece.
End Flashback
"They're out for tonight and most of tomorrow. They said don't worry and to have fun." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed before pushing him out of the door of the house.
She locked the door and walked down the walkway towards Gaara's car. He stood leaning on the passenger side of the car with the door ajar. Every time she would take a step with her left leg, the dress would flash open and show a length of creamy leg before hiding it away a little as she took another step with her right. She was so tantalizingly sweet and seducing. He made a damn good dress choice.
He let her scoot into the car and shut the door behind her, climbing into the driver side himself.
"So where are we going?" she asked as the trees started to blur by her vision. Seemed she'd gotten accustomed to his "overly excited'' driving.
"Surprise."
"Oh come on, you can tell me."
"No."
"Please?"
"No.."
"Pretty please?" she tugged on his sleeve and he looked over to see her pouting and sporting big emerald puppy eyes. It took him a couple seconds to answer and she knew she had him.
"…No" he sighed and looked back at the road.
Her pout dropped and with it her head did so too. She slouched lower into her seat, completely unladylike in the dress she was wearing, "Well, fine then."
Gaara chuckled to himself and linked his hand with hers.
Definitely hates surprises.
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They arrived at a beautiful restaurant in a design district in the center of town. It was hidden behind all of the other big buildings surrounding it but once found, you knew it was something to admire. The outside of the building was lavished in 1by 1 inch tiles varying in different shades of sky blues, light greens, emeralds, oranges, and yellows. Each tile blending with the one next to it, making a large collage of color. The buildings name was within the pattern in orange tile. It read: Brosia.
Sakura stared in wonder outside of her window in awe as they pulled up to the side of the restaurant and she saw the outside patio with woven chairs filled with plush pillows. The tables in front of the chairs were arranged with square dished that held lit orange candles. Light classical music drifted out of speakers strategically placed around the patio. In the setting sun, the restaurant was a sight for sore eyes.
Sakura and Gaara stepped out of the car and Valet Parking came to take the car into the parking lot.
Gaara led Sakura through the front entrance of the restaurant towards the cashier in the back, by the kitchen. All eyes drifted from their conversation holders, food, waiters, and even books to look up and survey who had entered the place. They looked in awe upon the couple that walked in. They might have been a couple of 17 year old kids, but they captivated attention in unbelievably canny ways. Men and women alike strayed to Sakura because of her beauty and the dress she adorned. This is exactly what Gaara wanted her to feel. To know that the people in the room weren't looking at her in disgust but in awe because of her divine beauty. She was a goddess in his eyes and she damn well needed to know it.
He smiled at her as he saw she had looked down and a blush had flooded her cheeks from all the positive attention she was receiving.
He leaned over and whispered a few words in her ear, "I told you that you were beautiful. So so beautiful."
They walked over to the cashier and the woman looked up giving them a soft smile.
"Hello. Welcome to Brosia. How may I help you two today?"
"Sabaku reservation, please?"
Her finger scanned down the list and she smiled, "Ahh yes. Mr. Sabaku. Where would you and your guest like to sit today?"
Gaara looked down at Sakura and saw her gaze resting on the setting sun outside of the double doors to their left. "Outside please"
The hostess smiled again before picking up two menus and leading them out the doors. She brought them to secluded table in the corner of the patio under the arched gable on one side of the building.
"What can I get for you to drink?" She looked at Sakura expectantly as she took her seat.
"Tea please"
"And you sir?"
"Tea also, please"
She nodded and soon disappeared back into the restaurant, leaving them to choose what to eat.
"Gaara you really didn't have to do all of this for me." She picked up her menu and began scanning the menu.
"No, I beg to differ. You deserve all of this and more. You just don't know it yet." He looked up from scanning his own menu and smiled at her.
She blushed and pushed the menu further up so that he couldn't see her tomato red face.
The kind waitress soon came back to take their orders and told them it should be a 20-30 minute wait.
Sakura sat there fiddling with the lace on her dress, biting her lip, and trying everything in her power to look away from Gaara. He sat across from her, staring intently. She couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking, but there were a mix of emotions in his gaze. She decided to break the ice and stop all of this awkward staring.
"So did you really have a dentist appointment today?"
He propped his elbow up on the table and put his cheek in his open palm. "No."
"Oh? So you lied to me?" she narrowed her eyes at him.
He smiled back. "No Saku. I fibbed a little…for good reason."
She couldn't help but smile back at him. "I agree." His smile got bigger.
"So did I surprise you?"
She looked at him with one eyebrow raised, "No, I usually come home to a house full of beautiful flowers and a randomly hot guy playing guitar on my bed, then go out to dinner. Happens everyday."
They laughed together at her blatant sarcasm as the waitress returned with their food. She placed the two dishes of seafood alfredo in front of the two patrons and smiled with a small bow before returning back into the restaurant.
Picking up her silverware, Sakura took a small portion of noodles and twirled them around her fork before bringing it to her mouth. The flavor blast that accompanied her taste bugs caught her off guard and her eyes widened a bit before she sighed and closed them. Relishing in the taste of the dish served to her, she was oblivious to the redhead's amusement at watching her.
The meal lasted like this for another half hour. Sakura drowned in the delicious meal and Gaara watched happily. He knew he was making the right decision with this.
He sat back in his chair, arms resting on the sides of it, and looked her in the eye. She sat back in her chair and rested her cheek in her palm, challenging him with her own stare. He said nothing and she wasn't going to speak up until he did. What in the hell had possessed him to do this? He obviously wanted something in return for self-satisfaction…or he really was just being nice.
The waitress came and collected their plates, giving the two an odd look as she did so. What kind of couple comes to have dinner at a restaurant and then has a face off of stares? But the two were oblivious to her presence. Solely focused on one another. She shook her head and wandered back into the kitchen with the dishes.
"What do you want?"
He raised a brow at Sakura's question. "Pardon?"
"You buy rare flowers, do something to get my parents out of the house I presume, dress up and buy me an extravagant dress, which I like by the way, thanks." He laughed at her comment, but she went on nonetheless, "Take me to a fancy restaurant, by me dinner, and just sit there looking at me. Waiting for something to happen? If you think this is all going to magically get you into this dre-"
He let out a rather long huff at where her thoughts were leading. He didn't know that she was this insecure. "Sakura," he cut off her rambling mid sentence, "Tell me something. You actually believe that I would do all of these things just to get in your pants and leave you high and dry? Do I actually seem like the type to do that to you? Is this what you've been thinking from the start? I thought we'd been over this."
She folded her hands in her lap and stared down at them. She knew he wouldn't do something like that. He wasn't like other guys she'd met. They'd probably be trying to feel her up now. She didn't really think that way about him. She was…afraid.
She let a sad smile grace her features and inhaled a breath to answer, "Ya know when me and Sasuke were kids in Suna, all the boys used to tease and taunt me." She laughed a little and continued, "They used to tell me 'Sakura, all you like to do is boy stuff! You're such a tomboy! You'll never have a boyfriend.' And Sasuke would always come to my verbal rescue, shake his little fist at them, and yell obscenities back. I believed them up until 8th grade. I started becoming a woman and those same boys started saying other things…not so mean things anymore. 'Hey Sakura-chan. You look pretty today', 'Hey do you want to come and play football with us' stupid crap like that. I was so happy that they were finally giving me attention that I didn't know what to do with myself." She looked up at him briefly, "So stupid right?" He just continued to stare at her. She looked back down and resumed her story, "So after Sasuke had left for a few weeks, I overheard some boys talking to each other in the hall after school. They were saying how I was just eating out of their palms after every ridiculous comment they gave me. Sooner or later I'd date one of them and they'd finally get what they wanted. Me. I was never really beautiful or overly attractive, they just wanted to use me and pass me on to the next friend. So naturally, I became distrusting of all guys. I never even got a boyfriend. I don't mean to offend you Gaara, it's just my history isn't so good. I'm sorry." She rubbed at her eye ducts with the tips of her pinkies to get rid of a couple forming tears, careful not to mess up her makeup. She gave a nervous strangled laugh "I'm sorry. Pushing my sop stories on you! What the hell is wrong with me right?"
Gaara leaned forwards and placed his hand on top of hers, "No, no. It's okay. I'm glad you told me…but you know I'm not like that right? I don't want to hurt you Sakura. All you do is bring me happiness and I would like to give you so much more in return. " he looked at her with deep concern. She had to know he wasn't like that.
She nodded her head in return. "I honestly didn't think you were like that when we first met. Something about you just left me confused. Not in a bad way, but a good way, because I was confused as to why you weren't like others guys I've met…I still haven't figured it out."
He smiled, "Well you can figure it out soon in the future I hope…Close your eyes." She did so and Gaara took a shallow shaky breath before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the emerald velvet box that was in it before. He eyed it and shifted it around with his fingers.
After deliberating on if this was such a great idea or not, it finally hit him like a ton of bricks: Hell yes! She should have a caring boyfriend. She deserves to be treated right. She deserves to finally be happy and not insecure when it comes to her personal life. She needed to be his. She needed to be loved…
He placed the box on the rectangle placemat in front of her and opened it. Grabbing her wrist he pulled her palms that had become held in front of her, away from her face. "Open." Was his one command.
She opened her eyes and looked at his which had a pleading look in them. She looked confused at him until his gaze drifted downward and hers did too. The open box greeted her eyesight but the object within the box captivated her attention.
Flashback
Gaara exited the highway and drove down the main street, looking from left to right for the store he needed to find.
He happened to glance to the left before coming up on a red light and saw just what he was looking for. Quickly pulling into the turning lane, he waited for the light to turn green and pulled into the stores parking lot, parking the car.
He had nothing specific in mind for what he wanted to buy, but he wasn't leaving the place until he was completely satisfied.
Gaara walked through the business' doors and looked at the small amount of people milling around the clear boxes on display. What the hell was he going to get. But then a middle aged women with almond brunette hair came over to speak with him in a caring voice.
"Hello sir. Welcome to Zales. How may I be of service to you today?" she smiled and her eyes squinted closed with the gesture. She truly was a gentle soul.
"I need to get something special for…a woman. I'd like to ask her a certain question."
"Ah, marriage is what you seek? An engagement ring?" she clasped her hands in front of her chest and smiled wider.
Gaara's eyes widened at the accusations and he waved his hands in front of him in a negative gesture, "No, no. I don't know her nearly that well to ask for her hand in marriage! Think smaller?"
"Hm.." she looked at him for a few moments and took in his age and then snapped her fingers, "Oh! Girlfriend! Of course son. You need a promise ring!"
"A promise ring?" his questioning gaze was met with a slow nod.
She started explaining it to him as she walked over to the far left end of the store, "Yes, a promise ring. It will bind you and you're significant other together with the small gesture. A woman may not say she wants a commitment but god knows she really does. Most men believe that you should only give a ring when it involves marriage but that isn't true. Women would appreciate some type of item regardless of what stage the relationship is at." She walked behind the counter of a long clear box and Gaara stood on the other side watching her, "You know how guys give the girlfriends their varsity jackets? A t-shirt of theirs? A simple hickey to mark territory? Their all that of something similar to commitment. It lets everyone know who they belong to, no matter how small the gesture. Only smart young men like yourself have enough sense to come in and get an actual promise ring instead of being cheap." She laughed to herself, "But enough of my rambling! Might I suggest something new in stock for you?"
"Yes, please."
"Just one second then" and she disappeared into the stores back room.
Gaara turned around and leaned against he clear rectangular box filled with exquisite jewelry and looked out the stores window. A promise ring…the gesture seemed perfect. He was sure she would like it.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see the woman standing before him again, a ring box in hand. She opened it up and a large smile graced his features. This is exactly what he needed!
"Well judging by your reaction, I assume that you want this kind of ring?"
He nodded his head vigorously and the two started going over the details of the ring. She would need his and Sakura's birthday, what he wanted inscribed onto it, and her ring size.
After a short conversation with Kai, he had finally obtained Sakura's ring size and got of the phone after many squeals. Man that woman was loud.
Now it was just a 45 minute wait before he could take the item that he hoped Sakura would accept, home.
End Flashback
A sterling silver band encircled an aquamarine stone and a red ruby next to it. Their birthstone put together. On the sides of both were smaller cut diamonds. On the left side with the aquamarine stone and smaller diamond was Sakura's name carved in black on the sterling silver band. On the right side with the red ruby was Gaara's name carved in black. It was a ring. A beautiful ring. Why? Why did he do this? What was he trying to say?
"Mine." He breathed.
She looked up into his eyes with a questioning gaze, misted in tears. "What?"
"Be mine, please? I want you to be my girlfriend. You deserve to be cared for, cherished, needed, pampered, worshipped, respected, loved…Everything. Just please…Let me, please…" He looked so broken in front of her like he was about to crumble. He'd never begged nor wanted something or someone as much as he did now. She was going to be his world and damn well love it, if she gave him a chance. Just one shot, that's all he needed. Just to make her forget all of the spiteful things boys had done to her in the past.
A million thoughts raced through her head as she looked to the slowly deteriorating boy in front of her. She was taking so long to answer, but for good reason. How? How could this happen? Why did this happen? What had she done?
"Breathe Sak, Breathe"
She inhaled a shaky breath, completely unaware that she'd been holding one. Could this be the start of something great…possibly everlasting? Is this what he really wanted? Was it what SHE wanted? Would he hurt her? No, she knew he wouldn't. He looked so sincere. About ready to crack with nerves and anticipation.
"Yes," she blurted it out before her mind had time to register it. "Yes, yes. You won't-I mean I know-It wouldn't be like-" She sighed and settled for smiling warmly at him.
"Yes?" Hope started to glimmer in his eyes as she nodded at him.
"Yes." Then he was up on his feet and circling the table around to her chair. He lifted the small box off of the table and took the silver band from it, getting down on one knee.
"Left or right?" he asked looking up into her face.
"You choose."
"Left it is." He gave her a large smile which she gave in return and laughed at.
He pulled her left hand from her lap and gingerly slipped the ring into place on her ring finger. It fit perfectly. To perfectly.
"How'd you know?"
"Your mom."
She raised a brow at him, but brought her left hand in from of her to inspect how the ring looked. She turned her hand side to side, her head doing the same motion.
"Saku, what are you looking for?"
"Nothing…I'm just wondering how long I can hide my hand before I get tackled. I know the guys wont care. They'll probably just congratulate you…but the girls…well…" A frown spread on her featured and he stood up on the side of her chair to kiss her cheek.
"Don't look so glum…sweetheart" he laughed aloud as she smacked his arm and pushed him back over towards his seat.
He paid the bill for them and ushered her back to the car, driving home. Sakura looked out the window and watched the buildings rush by in the night that were now alive with color. They were leaving the beautiful design district that encompassed the restaurant. Nightclubs with different hues of pinks, purples, and reds. Flashy lights displaying designer boutiques. Billboards about car insurance. She was so entranced with looking out the window that she was startled when Gaara grabbed her left hand and kissed her knuckles. He kissed her finger with the ring on it, their promise ring.
The whole ride home Sakura felt as if she was being watched. She'd look over when they stopped at a red light and scenes were no longer whipping by her, to look at Gaara, he was always staring back. His eyes appraising her, happiness shining within. They weren't just worshipping her body. She felt as if he was looking at her from the inside out. It always became too much and she would turn back to the window to hide her blush.
He watched her the whole time they walked up the pathway leading to her house's door, pinkies linked. He watched behind her as they climbed the stairs back to her room, and as she lit the candles upon entrance, a regular routine. She retreated to the bathroom to change into her sleeping clothes, but he watched and waited for the door to open. Stripping out of his belt, tie, vest, shoes, and shirt, he was just about to take off his pants and sit on the bed when the bathroom door opened. Sakura walked into the room and avoided all eye contact with Gaara. She climbed onto the bed and rolled to face the wall.
Gaara finished taking off his pants and pulled a t-shirt on. He slowly crawled onto the bed over to Sakura. He put one hand on the bed in front of her body and used the other to brush her hair away from her neck, leaning down to place chaste kisses on it. "What's wrong Saku? You won't even look at me."
She rolled over in the barricade of his arms and looked up into his disappointed eyes. "I don't…know what to do." His head tilted to the side and he looked at her, waiting on a further explanation. "I've never had a boyfriend before…this is weird and new and-" she was cut off as his laughter that started out small got louder. She glared daggers at him and he kissed her eyes, still laughing a bit.
"Oh Saku, you're so silly sometimes! Here I am thinking that you somehow regretted saying yes and you were just confused as to how to act?" He captured her lip between his and savored the slow gentle kiss that he gave her. "Be My Sakura. The one I asked to be my girlfriend. She's perfect to me. You shouldn't have to act." He kissed her again like before and she relaxed. This was Gaara. Her Gaara now. She really didn't have to act.
Her hand came to rest on his cheek as he relaxed and laid down next to her, gathering her in his arms, never breaking their kiss. He caressed her body like he had that morning, never going past her waste. His hands ghosted over her sides and massaged her tense lower back, neck, shoulders, and upper back. She broke their kiss and sighed into his neck. He was so amazingly sweet to her.
"How am I ever supposed to pay you back?" she mumbled into his neck, groaning when he massaged and extra tense spot.
He temporarily stopped kissing whatever skin he could reach to answer her, "For what?"
"For being so sweet."
"Saku this isn't a deal of equal exchange. I don't expect anything in return. I do it because I want to. Besides, you've already given me all I want. You're my girlfriend, right? Just do one thing for me, and open your eyes every day" he smiled and continued giving her light chaste kisses. She tried to smile back at him but it ended up coming out as a yawn. He kissed her eye lids closed and whispered into her ear, "Sleep, Koi. Open those eyes for me in the morning." His hands continued to massage her back and she relaxed further.
Leaning down to obtain one more goodnight kiss he looked into her eyes and uttered 4 words that would soon become a habit for the two. "I care for you" He kissed her small nose and then her lips.
She smiled lazily back at him, "I care for you too." Imitating his actions.
They snuggled together under the covers and held onto each other. They would need each other to make themselves whole. To stay happy. To keep wanting to live life. Was this the start of something knew in both of their lives? I wonder.
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To be continued..
Mistukai: Angel
Kanegoto: Promise
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-Takou
