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Chapter 8, How did we get here?

How we got here, I don't know. We were just talking, smiling and laughing together. It was just a small kiss...

His hands traveled up my sides, under my shirt. I ran my nails down his already bare back, deepening the kiss. He lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed me against the glass. It was cold against my skin when he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it somewhere behind him.

I just smiled against his lips and pulled him closer to me with my legs, my hands digging in his hair. Gaara's mouth left mine, traveling down my neck. He fumbled with my bra clips. I started giggling when he growled and pulled me away from the glass, walking over to the bed and laid me down. He crawled on top of me and easily reached behind me, un clipping the clasp. My bra was somewhere on the floor within seconds. I gasped when he took my perk nipple into his hot mouth...

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I was still dazed by what Ino had told me... Kankuro... who would have thought?

I was walking down the hall to my locker to get my books for homework. The bell ending school had rung moments before, teenagers were crowding the halls still. People moved from my way as I walked down the hall, my head high, and a smile on my lips. The only sound I could hear, other then the people's low whispers, was the sound of my clicking heals, I loved the sound.

I had met up with Temari after talking with Ino. It was hard not to slip and tell her that my best friend has a crush on her brother. It was so hard not to laugh at Ino, or start laughing when I saw Kankuro in the hall later. It was all to funny. Gaara had asked me about it a few times, I would just laugh and, either, walk off, or wave it off. He stared at me questioningly every time I saw him in the hall, but I just smile and and shook my head, silently telling him that I wasn't going to tell him. Temari and I had a good laugh together, I noticed people kept away from her more then they did me. I loved not having to walk between people in the hall, like I always had to with Sasuke. The Sabaku's seemed more popular then Sasuke, I didn't know if that was good or bad. I had missed a lot while I was swallowed up in self pity.

I shoved my math book into my locker and took out my history, our book was due next week, I found out today. Gaara and I had barely started it. A packet of papers was shoved in front of me, I gasped, taking a few steps back, right into someones chest. I looked up to meet amused jade eyes.

"Did I scare you?" He whispered, leaning his head down towards mine. I quickly glanced around us, we were the only ones in the hall. I smiled and nodded, letting him give me a quick kiss.

"What's this?" I took the papers from him and flipped the cover page back, skimming the first neatly typed page. I gaped when I realized what it was. "You... you did this without me?" I asked, turning to face him. I didn't know weather to be happy, sad, or angry.

"I told you it was taken care of." He smirked, taking the paper and putting it in my locker. "Let's go. There's something I want to show you before we go to the house." He took my book from me and started walking down the hall, I slammed my locker shut and caught up with him.

"I can't tonight. I need to stay home, I'm sorry." I looked down at my feet as we walked.

"Why?"

"'Cause dad doesn't want me to go out." I whispered. In truth, when I got home from his house last night, father had been incredibly mad. I unconsciously wrapped my arms around my stomach, where a large purple bruise covered my pale skin. "I need to go home." We walked the rest of the way to his bike without talking.

Gaara no longer made me wear the helmet, I refused to wear it. He had it strapped to the bike right behind me. I was the first one on the bike this time, I smiled and held out my hand like he usually did for me. He just rolled his eyes and tossed his leg over my head as he got on. I laughed and slid forward so that I was right up against him. I felt him let out a small sigh and lean back into me a little.

"When did you ever let me so close?" I whispered into his ear. "A few weeks ago, I couldn't even touch you..." I ran my hands up his chest, and back down, pushing him back into me.

"When did you work your way under my skin?" He whispered back, turning his head so that he could see me. "A few weeks ago, and I wouldn't let you touch me." He smirked and kissed me. "A few weeks ago, and I would have killed you for making me like this."

"A few weeks ago, and I would have kicked your ass." I smirked. He snorted. "And, a few weeks ago, you were a as cold as a block of ice. Now, you're all warm and lovable, mostly, you're soft and squishy."

"Squishy?" He asked, fully turning his torso so that he was facing me. "I'm squishy?" He raise an eyebrow at me.

I smiled widely and nodded, pinching his cheek. "Yup. Yous all squishy!" I giggled and kissed his forehead, brushing back his blood red hair. "When did you get this?" I asked, my fingers tracing the small patch on his head. I carefully pulled the medical tape away to show his scar. It had been cut open recently, a small amount of dried blood clung to his skin. "What happened?" I traced it with my finger, he barely flinched.

"Nothing. Let's go." He turned away from me and pushed the bandage back in place, starting his bike up. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and kissed his neck as we took off.

Gaara dropped me at my house and left before I could even say bye. I frowned and walked up to my house, going in.

Father hit harder tonight, he found a letter from mom to me. As he hit me, he yelled about me being in on it, and helping her get away. He left me in the living room, bleeding and crying with a ball of paper thrown at my head. I woke up in early morning, barely able to move. I grabbed the paper and un-crumpled it, what could have made father so mad?

-Sakura.

I wish you would write more then a few words like that, sweetheart, I really do miss you.

So you're breaking up with Sasuke? Why? What happened? Is there another guy?

Oh! I almost forgot! I met this guy! We've been talking for a few weeks, I really like him. We've been going on dates for a few days, I see him every day. It's really sweet. Yesterday, he bought me some chocolates and took me out of a boat for dinner. It was so sweet. I'll try sending you a picture of him, I'm sure you'll like him. He's a really nice guy. Kyoto's already talked to him a few times, he loves him already! I know you two aren't talking, but he really misses you too, Sakura. I can hear it in his voice, please call him some time, sweetheart.

I have almost enough money saved up to buy you a plane ticket, we'll be together again soon, sweetheart, I promise. I love you.

-Mom.

I clutched to the paper as I stood up, limping my way to the door. I didn't have any shoes, or a jacket. Just my skirt and my torn shirt. I stumbled my way down the road, one thought in my mind.

Gaara...

I needed him. Father knew. He knows about mom sending for me, he knows about brother helping her. I need help. He's going to find Kyoto and force information out of him, I need help to stop it. I need a phone, I need something! My feet slipped and I fell to the cold pavement. I cried out when I hit, the pain was worse then it had ever been. I could hear a car coming, but I couldn't move. My arms and legs hurt to much.

The car came speeding around the corner, only to screech to a stop when the driver caught sight of me lying in the road. The music was blasting in the car, I could feel it vibrating through the pavement. I could barely open my eyes when some one got out, I faintly hear my name called.

Two people ran over to me, one blond, another had some sort of hat on. I was flipped over, I could now see the stars.

"Sakura?!" Someone's hand ran over my cheek, I looked to my left to see Temari, Kankuro was on my right. I moaned in pain when she touched my leg, I could feel the hot blood running over my skin. "Kankuro, pick her up." Temari ordered, standing herself. Arms pulled me into a chest, lifting me from the cold ground. My head fell against Kankuro's shoulder, I stared up into his face. There was worry creasing it. He glanced down at me, there was more worry in his eyes. I had to look away. I closed my eyes.

"Gaara! Gaara! Gaara, get your ass out here!" I was woke up by Temari's shout. I was lifted from whatever I had been lying on, pulled back into Kankuro's arms. "Gaara!"

"What?" A calm voice called, after a door was opened. Then, I heard running footsteps, the sound of someone jumping down a flight of stairs. "What happened?" Gaara's voice was closer, right next to me. He sounded like he was the one who had just ran over here. "Sakura?" I was pulled into a different set of arms, the pain shot through my body, making me cry out. "It's alright, you're safe." He whispered in my ear, he was walking, I could feel the thumps of his feet from under me.

I could still feel the paper clutched in my hand, I forced myself to drop it. I didn't want it anymore. I couldn't read the words again. Instead, I settled for grabbing hold of the hair on the back of Gaara's head, and pulling my face to his neck as the tears fell. I was being put down on something soft, but I didn't let go of Gaara, and he couldn't stand up because of it. I was picked up again, only to be set on his lap as he sat down.

"Temari, get the first aid kit." He whispered.

I heard Temari's footsteps leaving, she whispered something, but I could barely make it out. It sounded like, "I'm glad father isn't home tonight..." then she was gone.

"Kankuro, the knife." I felt Gaara motion to the right his his head, his hands were gently massaging my back and sides, I winced every here and there, his hands got softer. One of Gaara's hands left me, I pulled him closer when he pulled up the end of my shirt, cutting it with the blade. "It's okay." He whispered when I tried to move away from the blade. "I wont hurt you, I promise." He kissed my shoulder and continued cutting my shirt, I heard Temari come back in.

"Here." She whispered, putting something down on the bed next to Gaara.

"Sakura, I need you to sit up. Can you do that?" Gaara whispered to me, gently moving me so that he could see my face. I shakily nodded and moved to sit up on my own, but hissed in pain and started falling, Gaara caught me and pulled me back against him. "Temari, hold her up." Hands were put on my sides, gently holding me as Gaara's arms left me. I was still on his lap, so he was there, and I could feel the pulling of my shirt as he cut it. My shirt was off in a few seconds, I heard Temari gasp.

"Not all of these are new, Gaara..." She whispered.

"I know." He said back, I could hear the anger in his voice. Next to go was my skirt. "Kankuro, the kit." He hissed. I heard steps then the opening of a metal box. Gaara's hands rubbed up and down my back, some type of cloth over his hands. My back arched when he hit one spot, a spot that had been hurting for weeks. "I need to open this up. The blood under her skin is decaying the tissue. Sakura, this is going to hurt." Gaara whispered before sticking the knife into my skin. My back arched away from the pain, a silent scream marring my face. "I'm sorry." He whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. I felt a bunch of blood pour from my back, all of it running down my bruised skin. "Get the needle threaded." Gaara whispered to Kankuro, still digging out all of the rotted flesh.

I don't remember blacking out. It might have been when Gaara started stitching me back up, I only know it was when I was still sitting in his lap. I remember the pain, the blood that had been trickling down my body. I remember looking into Temari's sad eyes, they reflected my face, I remember seeing the pain on my face through her eyes. Then, I remember falling forward, I remember my name being shouted, and someone catching me. Then, nothing. There was nothing after that.

All I know now, is that I'm warm. And on something soft. There was a faint light, I could tell because my eyes were barely open. It wasn't enough to be called open, but I could see the light on my left. It looked like it was coming from a covered window. The rest was black, with a few other colors here and there. Everything was blurry, all morphed together. I let out a shaky sigh as I tried to open my eyes more, there was a shift in the blur. Something was moving towards me. I turned my head towards it as I open my eyes, I caught a glimpse of red and while before my eyes had closed once more.

"Sakura?" A faint voice asked. Something brushed against my cheek, I tried to open my eyes again, they did a little.

"G-Gaara?" I whispered, staring up into his eyes. Gaara nodded, his pale skin white in the dark. That explains the white and red I saw a few moments ago. I smiled, and reached up with my hand, brushing it across his face. "Thank you." I whispered, letting my eyes fall shut again. I felt Gaara move onto, what I'm guessing, the bed next to me. I weakly reached for him, his hands found mine and pulled them to his face, gently kissing each of my fingers. "Y-you know... a-a few weeks ago..." I whispered. "you wouldn't have touched me." I smiled without opening my eyes to look at him.

"A few weeks ago, and you wouldn't have been sleeping in my bed." He whispered with a small amount of humor in his voice. I smiled and reached up with my hand, brushing it against his cheek, tracing his lips with my finger. He chuckled, his hand touching my stomach under the blankets, over my side, and gently pulling me closer. "A few weeks ago, and you wouldn't have been looking at someone like me." He whispered, his breath rolling along the skin of my neck.

My smile got wider as I reopened my eyes, his right there. "A few weeks ago, and I wouldn't have given you a single thought."

"A few weeks ago, and I would have hated you for everything that you have." He whispered, leaning closer to me. "A few weeks ago, a girl looked at me, and stirred up feelings I haven't felt in a long time."

"A few weeks ago, a man saved me from a secret hell." I whispered, closing my eyes once more as our lips touched. "A few hours ago, this man saved my life all over again." I whispered, kissing him a little harder.

"A few hours ago, that girl almost gave me a damn heart attack." He grumbled, pulling away to stare into my eyes. "Sakura, what happened?" He whispered, a small scowl on his face.

I lifted my hand to his face and rubbed his cheek. "Nothing happened." I whispered, closing my eyes and tilting my head away from him.

"That wasn't nothing, Sakura. It looked like you had been hit by a fucking bus." Gaara propped himself up on his elbow and stared down at me, I refused to meet his eyes. "Is that what happened? Were you hit by a car?"

"No, Gaara, no." I turned to look at him. "Look, I just don't want to talk about it right now... okay?" I stared up at him with pleading eyes. I didn't want to think about what happened, I always tried to avoid it. I stared at him with my pleading eyes until he had to look away with an angry sigh. "Please, Gaara?" He looked back at me for a few seconds. "Please?" I whispered, running my hand along his face, my eyes were getting heavy again.

"Go to sleep." He whispered, bending down to kiss my forehead. "We'll talk about it when you wake." He moved down to kiss my lips.

"Okay..." I breathed against his lips, kissing him a little harder. He pulled away and rested his head on the pillow next to mine. I turned my head so that I was facing him, and moved to lay on my side, he helped me a little. I rested my forehead against his and put my arm over his neck, fisting my hand in his hair. "Will you be here when I wake up?" I asked in a small whisper, my eyes closing on their own account.

"I wont leave." He whispered back.

"Promise?"

"Promise..." The last thing I felt was his soft lips gently pushed against mine.

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I spent the next few days at Gaara's house, we both stayed home from school, him helping me around because I wasn't "Healthy enough to walk" says Gaara. He insisted on carrying me everywhere, it was fun for awhile, but got dull real soon.

My bruises starting to heal over the few days, with the amount of pain killers I took, I didn't feel any pain. I slept most of the time, with Gaara buy my side encase I woke up from a nightmare, which I always did. He was always there to calm me down, to tell me everything would be alright. It seemed very un-Gaara like, but it was him say it to me, it was his face, and his voice.

By the time it was Friday, he said I was okay to walk and do things without any help. I rolled my eyes and walked off. Temari checked my bandages everyday when she got home from school, Gaara checked them when I woke up and went to bed. I spent all of my time with Gaara, but not once had we gone back to the room with glass. I've asked him about it a few times, but he always switched the subject to me, and what happened.

Today is Saturday. Kankuro and Temari went shopping, who knows where or when they'll be back. Gaara said they can be gone for days at a time. I thought that was kinda scary, I wouldn't want to have that much alone time with either of them. Don't get me wrong, I love Temari, but, you can get sick of a person after being cooped up with them for a few days. She can get a little bossy. I was really glad that Gaara was there to stop her when I couldn't. She was a little over protective.

"How's your ribs?" Gaara asked as I was getting a glass of water. I turned to face him as I sipped the cool liquid.

"Their good. Doesn't hurt anymore, and look," I lifted my shirt up. "the bruise is almost gone." I lightly traced the faint blue and yellow mark with my fingers. "It feels a lot better." I looked up at him with a small smile.

"That's good." He said walking over to me. "Let me see..." He bent down in front of me and lifted my shirt, tracing the marks with his fingers. I stared down at him with a smile, he was so cute when he was worried about me. The thought of Gaara, Sabaku no Gaara, being worried about someone like me made me giggle, and his tickling fingers didn't help any. He looked up at me with a smirk. "I want to show you something... Come on." He grabbed my hand as he stood, pulling me along with him.

We walked along the many halls, until he stopped at one of the doors, looking back at me.

"Close your eyes." He whispered, pulling my close so that he could put one arm around me, the other over my eyes. I smiled and put my hands on his that was around my waist, I leaned back into his chest. I heard the door open, slightly wondering how, then Gaara started pushing me forward into the room. I giggled and put my hands on the back of his head, to make sure he didn't leave me in some place that I didn't want to be. He let out a low chuckle in my ear when I tightened my hold on him. "I'm not going anywhere, Sakura. I want to see your face..." He moved from me, to stand in front of me. "Don't open your eyes yet." He warned as he took his hand from my face. I heard him move a few feet from me, I walked towards him and reached for his hands. "Okay, open them..." He whispered.

I slowly opened my eyes, only to shut them and count to ten to make sure it was real. When I established that it was, I gasped and looked up, turning to take in the full view of the glass room.

It was different from what I remember. The ceiling was covered with blue glass, with little clear spots on it. The sides turned into a orange red pink color, then just kept changing as they came down to the ground. I faced the wall that I had been thinking about sense I first saw it. It was the same, but more was added to the top, making the picture whole. I still couldn't see what it was, it was still just a bunch of colors put together with the black metal. I turned back around, looking at the pure glass wall that now had some color in it, flowers decorated all through it. Many different flowers rolled through the glass, twisting with their vines, and the other flowers.

"It's beautiful..." I whispered, still turning around, I stopped when I finally saw the bed and a nightstand. I turned back to Gaara and tilted my head to the side, pointing my thumb in the direction of the bed.

"You can always stay here." He whispered, walking over to me and kissing my forehead. "This is your room, Sakura." I looked up at him with big eyes. "You are always welcome here." I smiled and brushed some of his blood red hair from his face, tracing my fingers of his scar.

"Thank you." I whispered, standing on my tippy toes to kiss his lips.

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(LEMON STARTS!! DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TO! It lasts all the way to the end of the chapter, so this is where some of you may stop. Feel free to still review.)

Oh, so that's how it started. It makes sense now. How we got here.

I gasped, all thoughts flying out my ears when he switched to my other nipple. It felt so good, it felt right. My hands pulled on his blood red hair, my fingers kneading in it. I could feel him smirking against my skin when my back started arching into him. I pulled his mouth back to mine, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He gently bit down on my lip, I moaned and opened to let him in.

Gaara's hands traveled down my body, resting where my pants were still around my lower body. I lifted my hips up into him as he started tugging them off, unwrapping my legs in the proses. His mouth left mine and went to my neck as he hooked his fingers in my lace panties, sliding those down as well. I gasped when his fingers rubbed me, teasing. Then, his finger was in me, pumping in and out, followed by another. Gaara bit down on my neck, making me moan, I felt him smirk. My hands traveled down his back, stopping at the rim of his pants, I tried to pull them down, but his belt wouldn't allow it. I reached for the front of his pants, one of Gaara's hands appeared to help me. They were off and tossed away.

The feeling of his skin against mine was amazing. Addicting. I needed more.

My fingers wrapped around him, pulling it closer to my core, where his fingers had left seconds before. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at me with calculating eyes.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, kissing my jaw.

"Never been more sure in my life." I said a little breathless.

He nodded and started pushing in, slowly so that he didn't hurt me. It still hurt, but not as much as the first time with Sasuke. Gaara was bigger, that was for sure, but I trusted Gaara, I knew he wouldn't hurt me on purpose. My nails dug into the skin on his back, I gasped when he was fully in, it hurt. He didn't move until I opened my eyes, and even then he didn't, he just stared down at me with worried eyes. I wiggled under him, testing his size.

"You can move..." I whispered, reaching up to kiss him. He hesitantly kissed me back, starting to pull out. I kissed him while he pulled out and pushed back in, still really slowly. "Gaara..." I whispered against his lips, he smirked and went a little faster, and a little harder. I moaned under him.

It was mind blowing, the way he pounded into me. I never thought it would feel this good, never in my life would I have ever expected this. Our bodys rocked together, molding as one. Moans and gasps filled the glass room, small grunts coming from Gaara. I couldn't think anything, it left as soon as it came. The only thing that was in my mind was Gaara. Gaara, Gaara, Gaara. That's it. And, I loved it. All I could think about was him, the way his skin felt on mine, the way out bodys molded together, and the way they rocked.

With a final gasp and moan I came, followed by Gaara a few seconds later. He still pumped in and out of me, a few last times before he collapsed on top of me, his head in the crook of my neck, breath coming out hard. I dragged my hands up and down his back, trying to catch my breath just as he was. I leaned my head down on his, my breath rolling over his skin. Gaara shifted on top of me, sticking his arm under me and rolling us over so that I was on top of him. I smiled at him and put my head down on his shoulder as he pulled a blanket up over both of us. I lightly kissed his neck, wrapping my arms up around the top of his head, curling my fingers in his hair.

Gaara sighed and kissed my lips, brushing hair from my face. I closed my eyes and just laid there, listening to his even breathing until I was pulled into a deep sleep...

Again, I do not want to hear (read) anything about me not warning you about the lemon before hand, 'cause, I did. I hope you did like this chapter, and for those who skipped my warning completely, oh well, your fault, not mine. You all should read warnings and AN's. Some of them tell about things such as this. Please review. Thank you for reading this.