I re-edited this to the best of my abilities.

Some fruit action going on, which I hate writing. Didn't even touch that part, totally skipped it.

Enjoy.


Sakura watched Gaara as he lay in bed and stared mindlessly at the ceiling. He was quieter than ever, and spoke only one word sentences. He wouldn't let her talk to him, let alone be near him. All day and night, he kept his eyes away from her and acted as if nothing had happened. Ever since his minor blackout after the fight, he was lost in his own mind. It seemed the more he knew Sakura, the more secrets began to unravel. Everything was falling apart.

"Gaara?" Sakura looked at him from behind a book she was reading.

"Not in the mood to talk." He responded.

"You're not in the mood to do anything anymore, did something happen?"

"No."

"I don't like seeing you like this," She got up and moved over to him, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"You can leave me alone."

Sakura pouted and put her arms on her hips, "I'm trying to help you."

"I don't need help."

"Sure you don't, staring at the ceiling for two whole days qualifies as normal."

"Be quiet."

"No, I'm done being quiet. And so are you, start talking, something happened the other day and I want to know what. So spill it."

Gaara finally moved and got up into a sitting position, "Why do you keep pressing the matter? I said I didn't want to talk about it."

"Well it's obvious you should, because you're acting more depressed than usual. Even the Grim Reapers in the darker realms have more life than you," She sat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "Can't you please tell me?"

He shook her hand off, still refusing to look at her, "No."

"Ugh! Fine, act like a stubborn mule!" She threw her hands up and walked away, "I know I have something to do with this, so you should at least tell me!"

He looked up and studied her back, her shoulders were tense. She was clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white. Even if he wanted to tell her what was on his mind, if would only mean the end for her. This was his own form of protection, to keep her safe from herself.

"Shit, it's bleeding again." She clutched her arm and ran into the bathroom, but slipped on the floor and landed on the injured limp.

He rushed to her side and lifted her into his arms. She let out a whimper as tears started falling from her eyes. His fingers gently brushed them off her cheeks, confusion sweeping over him. He didn't know what to do anymore, his thoughts always revolved around her, but he didn't want them to. He wanted to forget and let go, pretend that she really was dead and gone for good.

She looked up at him through her misty tears and sniffled. She hated this, she hated feeling human. It was weak to show any emotions, her master engrained that into her head every single day. She was molded into a killing machine that showed no compassion. But when she looked up into those jade eyes, her heart felt like it was beating again, like she was alive.

"I hate…how much...I…love you."

Gaara should have expected her to say it, but that didn't stop him from being surprised, "What?"

"I feel so weak." She lowered her head and wiped the blood off her arm.

"We're all weak inside."

"But I'm a Grim Reaper, I kill people, I can't feel this way for a human being," Her eyes lifted up to his, "What if someday your name is on my list?"

"Then...I'm glad for these moments with you."

"I thought you hated me."

"Never."

He pulled her in for a chaste kiss that lasted not to long before their tongues tried to rule over each other's mouths. His hands slide along her thighs and pulled down her stockings along with her lacy under garment, which was tossed aside. Sakura blushed intensely at the sudden feeling of chill under her tiny skirt, which made Gaara only smirk and want her more. He knew how to play the cards right, and before long, her top and bra were already off. Now all that was left was to get rid of his cloths too. He left that job to Sakura.

Her tiny warm hands roamed his lower and upper torso, feeling every hard inch of him as their tongues continued to mingle. He felt rock hard and firm, with muscular features she was dying to touch. Every now and then they had to break for air, which gave her time to think about the consequences after all this was done. She brought him down to her so that it was easier to take his shirt off, along with his pants, and boxers.

Bare.

Flesh touching Flesh.

Her moan captivated him, unleashing the animalistic being inside. Sakura arched her back beautifully for him as he positioned himself to enter, but before he did anything, they looked into each other's eyes for a second. Sakura got a bit irritated, she wanted him to be inside her already since was already wet, but understood his hesitation. She smiled in reassurance.

Gaara gently entered her, letting the moment flow before going in and out and picking up speed. He rested his head on her shoulder and licked the sweat off it, making her curl her toes. He could feel her breasts rubbing up against his chest, exciting him even more. Hardly standing the wait, he took on in his mouth and nipped it, enjoying the squeals she made. He was getting even harder by the second

Sakura was reaching her climax, her breathing had become ragged and rough, she was searching for something to grab onto as she came in wave after wave. Final, he hit the spot, making her erupt into flames; she let a loud moan indicating her ultimate release.

They both melted into each other, gasping for breath from all the inter course. Sakura kissed Gaara's forehead with tenderness as they both closed their eyes and fell asleep.

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"Someone should water these plants," Sakura walked around in the abandoned garden behind the house under the quarter moon, "Two more days, unbelievable. This isn't fair." She bumped into a wall and fell down, "Where did this wall come from?!"

There was a rustle in distant that made her stiffen. She slowly rose and pulled out a small dagger, holding it close to her side. A hand reached out to touch her hers, she jolted, and flung the dagger at the mysterious figure. She heard a slice of flesh before the blade hit the wall. Gaara emerged from the shadows with a cut on his neck and an aggravated look.

"Sorry."

"Whatever," He took one look around the place and sighed, the last time he went into the garden; his mother was alive, five years ago, "May I join you?"

"That would be delightful."

She snaked her newly bandaged arm over his and rested her head on his shoulder. The close contact, for some reason, still made him tense and nervous. They walked around the beautiful and mysterious garden, viewing all the exotic flowers, until they come about a fountain where they stopped to rest. Sakura sat on the ground between Gaara's legs. She looked up into his troubling eyes.

"You'll be gone in two days."

"Will you be happy?"

"Hardly. But will you be?"

Sakura lifted her eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Do you want to go back being a Grim Reaper?"

"I don't understand."

"You've me how a Grim Reaper can die in two ways, but I know there's another and I know you know what it is."

"Do I?" She turned around and faced him, "And what exactly would that be?"

"Explain to me, what would happen if a Grim Reaper finds out they're still alive?"

The question took Sakura by surprise; she didn't know what to say. Her master had told her something about this once, but that was only a fabled tale teachers told to fool their students, "U-uh well, I guess they can both complete their Death List and ask permission from the Queen to live again, or…they vanish from existence."

Gaara looked up at the moon, "What if I were to tell you…you're still alive?"

The silence between them seemed like an eternity, "What if I were to tell you, you may be right?"


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