Tricked into Meeting 10 alternate
He can sleep now, can he? I guessed, and suddenly, a devious plot began to form in my mind. I really shouldn't bother sleeping people, but he was different. He was a sleeping bastard that I hated. I quietly rose off my bed, the springs creaking slightly and I toptoed over to my bag, scavaging around in it for my shaving cream. Pulling it out, I smirked and proceeded to flip it around and I dropped it, making a clanging noise on the wooden floor. I snapped my head to his bed, my hair flicking into my eyes. He grunted, stirred and I waited with baited breath to see if he would wake. The red head only turned over and faced me, his black rimmed eyes still shut. I exhaled in relief and picked up the canister with care and rose from my crouch.
Walking around to his bed, I snuck in a crawl to his face, and his open palm hanging over the edge of the bed. Seeing him asleep, I was about to squirt some of the strawberry scented foam into his palm when I noticed his face. It looked, well, unlike his usual scowl. He looked relaxed, at ease and somewhat angelic. If that was possible. The red headed man seemed so serene and tranquil that I almost felt regret at what I was about to do. His red hair, slightly longer than before, fell over his kenji on his forehead, and it barely grazed the top of his eyes. His lips were parted, and I heard him breathing deeply, inhaling and exhaling slowly. He actually looked...Handsome.
I made a face at what I had just thought. Remember what he was doing to you when you first arrived! Remember the anger and humiliation he's caused you! I yelled at myself inwardly, mentally smacking my forehead in attempts to revive my hatred for him. Shaking my head a bit, I proceeded to put the foam on his hand. Finishing to do so, I looked around for something to tickle him with. I looked at my bag again. I couldn't go back to it for he might wake up and ruin my fun.
I tore off a strip of my nightgown, and I flinched at the tearing sound. My eyes flickered to Gaara, who made no reaction. Good. Running the soft fabric over his nose, I tried to make him swat it away with his hand. At first, it did nothing. I tried his ear and the apples of his cheeks, his forehead and everywhere on his face. He didn't do anything. Maybe twitch his nose, but that was it. Running the silk over his lips, his hand twitched, and I saw it rise to brush away my torn gown, but I wasn't far enough to avoid crossfire. His hand full with the red tinted foam came in contact with the side of my head and I felt it go in my ear and mingle with my hair. My face slowly contorted with disgust, pulling a horrid face. I wrinkled my nose and stuck out my tongue in disbelief, and felt his hand rest against my head. I squirmed, about to pull away when his hand clenched at my hair painfully.
Refraining from making any noise, I scrunched up my face in slight pain, but relaxed after a few seconds. I waited. He didn't let go. I was furious at first, but realised he didn't know what he was doing. Still...
Running the silk over his lips again (As I realised that was the only place that he would be ticklish), he let go of my hair and brushed away the silk, smearing what was left of the shaving cream all over his chin and mouth, running down the left side of his face. I stood up, arms raised in the air in triumph and cheered silently. I felt something every so slightly tug at the frayed ends of my nightgown, but I was too busy celebrating my successful plan to notice. I saw his eyes flicker and they opened slowly, and he blinked a few times, and felt the coolness on his face and palm of his hand. Frowning, he looked at his hand. Seeing past that, he stared at my figure, arms still raised in a celebratory cheer. He gave me the deepest look of loathing that my heart skipped a beat. In an instant, he had somehow sprang from his bed and pinned my upright arms against the wall, pushing me further from both beds. The tugging pulled harder. I gasped in fright as I hit my head on the wall, the shaving cream sticking to the wall now.
Gaara glared at me with such desire to kill me, that I felt my hatred wavering and change to fear. The cream on his face did however soften the glower, but he wiped it off on the back of his hand.
"Eh...H-hello." I stuttered, giving him a weak smile. He didn't change his expression. I gulped. I was in deep trouble now.
"Mind explaining?" He growled softly, the sound vibrating in his throat gave me a warning of what he was planning to do with me. I shook my head. I had nothing to explain. I couldn't say payback, as I had much worse things planned for him.
His hand pinning both my hands to the wall gripped them and I felt them crack slightly. I flinched at the pain and looked at him with one eye open.
"It just seemed like a good oppourtunity!" I said, trying to snarl at him, but I was too scared. I felt his hot breath on my cheeks, and I heard his teeth grinding. Snorting, he took my wrists and flung me to my bed, my head hitting the headboard above the pillows, and as I yelped, I heard it crack, my head throbbing with pain now. I now became concerned for my safety and the tugging at my gown. But it was too dark to see what was happening to it. He took three long strides and was beside my bed quickly, pinning my arms down again.
"Let me go!" I yelled harshly, but my voice cracked in fear. I saw him sneer at me, and saw the sand from behind him stirring. My blue eyes widened in horror, and they flickered back to Gaara's own sky blue ones, which were sparkling with malice and...and something else. I couldn't identify it. It seemed slightly familiar, as if I had seen him display the same look in his eyes. But it vanished as soon as it had appeared. Thinking quickly, I brought my knee up and hit him squarly in the side, making him topple to the ground and he uttered a small yell of surprise and pain. The moment he let go of my hands, I lept off the bed, and at that moment, the tug turned into ripping, and I looked down at my gown. The normal above the knee length was now so short it was like a shirt instead of a nightgown, revealing my undergarments and stomach. Apparently, a piece of the frayed ends had gotten caught in between the floorboards on a sharp point in the wooden floor. I squealed and saw Gaara recover, jump to his feet and whip his head around to meet mine. I then froze in terror as he stared. Fixed in a glued state, I somehow had to cover myself. Making a dash to the bathroom, I randomly reached into my bag and pulled out a clothing item.
Slamming the door shut, I panted heavily, even though the bathroom was a few feet away from where I was standing, I was so mortified at the fact that Gaara had seen me in my underwear and the half torn nightgown. I had taken off my bra when I went to get ready for bed, and I was thanking God with all my might that I had noticed it sooner than later. Looking at the clothing item I had picked out, I sweat dropped. I had taken another pair of black underwear. Genius.
I resorted to the last possible option I had. Opening the door a crack, I hissed out into the room,
"Gaara-teme!" I saw him turn to me, staring blandly. I wanted to get pants from my bag but if he reached in there and pulled out something else...I shuddered at the thought. I pondered up a solution, and I saw him grew impatient, waiting for me to speak. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want him to rummage around in my bag, then I sighed in frustration.
"Give me a pair of pants!" I finally said, getting desparate. He stood there, unmoving, then I could just see him smirk as my eyes had gotten used to the dark. My eyes widened. He was going to...
"No." I smacked my forehead with my free hand. This was his payback.
"Go get me a pair of freaking pants, bastard!" I shouted, giving him a death glare, but he crossed his arms over his chest defiantly, shaking his head.
"You're trapped in there or you come out. I'm not giving you any clothes." The red headed man said, shaking his head, still grinning like a Chesire Cat. I gasped at him, then scowled. What a pervert.
"You'd better shut your eyes then." I snapped. He only snorted, ignoring my demand.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not interested." I glared at him.
"Why you-"
"Are you going to spend the night in the bathroom? I suspect it's quite uncomfortable in there." He sneered and I stared at him, the scowl still in place. He had a point. I couldn't make a Shadow Clone, because it would be wearing the same thing I was currently. I so wanted to kill him. Well, this all started with my idea of putting shaving cream in his hand. I guess it wouldn't be so horrible, as we both detested each other immensly. It's not like he'd want to do anything to me, besides watching me in agony then killing me.
"Shut your goddamn eyes, stupid raccoon!" I snapped, but he still wouldn't. I sighed again, flicked off the light in the bathroom so everything was pitch black. Even I couldn't see anything.
"There. Hentai." I crouched low to the ground, made my way to my bed and crawled underneath the covers, pulling them up to my chin. I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling, as I heard him climb into his bed and fell asleep as fast as he had before. I scowled at the ceiling.
Tomorrow morning, I was so asking Temari to change room mates.
oOoOo
I saw the light glowing through my covers as I glared at the top of the sheets drapped over my head. I stayed like that the entire night, not moving a muscle. I heard a groaning, and I suspected Gaara was finally waking up. The bed beside me creaked, and feet touched the floor. My suspicion proved true. I heard him grab his bag and the door to the bathroom clicked open, then shut again. I pulled back the covers and saw the light filled room. I saw a stream of light emanating from beneath the crack of the bathroom door. Freezing for about a milisecond, I bounded out of bed, grabbed a pair of black pants and slid them on as quickly as possible. Grabbing a bra and a dark blue t shirt, I tugged off my nightgown and hurriedly changed. I had only put my arm through one sleeve as the doorknob began to turn and it opened a crack, and I threw myself at the door, slamming the door back shut again.
"What the-...CHIAKI!" Ouch. He called me by my family name. Not a good sign.
"You just wait in there for two more minutes! I'm not finished!" I cried through the door, keeping a firm hold on the doorknob, making sure he couldn't open it.
"Might I remind you of last night?" He said calmly, and I flushed furiously. I had of course opened the door without him finished changing.
"Yeah well...YOU'RE A GUY!" I replied lamely, and I could pratically imagine him rolling his eyes right now.
"J-just, promise me you won't open the door!" I offered, and I felt the doorknob stop jiggling in my hand. There was a moment of silence.
"Hurry up." He growled. I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, and slipped on my t shirt, pulling on black gloves on my hands, then I opened the door for him. Glowering at him, I pushed past his frame and shut the door behind him. Brushing my teeth and combing my hair, I applied my black eyeliner and looked at myself. Nodding, I pulled open the door, and saw Gaara leaning by the door, obviously waiting.
"What are you waiting for, Gaara-teme? A train?" I snorted, grabbed my money pouch from my bag and opened the hotel door, walking out into the hall way. I could feel him scowl at the back of my head, but I ignored him and knocked on 206, Aya and Temari's room.
"Give us another minute! Aya's still changing!" I heard Temari call through the mohogany door.
"'Still?'" I repeated, then thought about it. Maybe she thinks we'll see Sasuke again or something. The door opened and Temari's head poked out.
"Hey, Hasame. I've just got a question," She whispered, and I leaned in to hear her better. "What happened last night?" I gave her a confused look.
"I heard yelling from your room. And something banged loudly. Did something happen?" The blonde stared at me intently, waiting for my answer. I scowled deeply, and just snorted.
"Nothing. I did a prank." I explained in a hushed tone, and she looked surprised. I then gave her a cheeky grin. "He wasn't too happy." Temari gave a half-hearted smile, and looked down at my hands.
"I can see that..." I quirked an eyebrow and looked down at my hands. My wrists were slightly purple and same with my upper arms. That's where he had grabbed me, and I felt the back of my head. There was something crusty in between my hairs, and I pulled it away, staring at what ever it was. It was dried blood. Damn, had he thrown me that hard? I saw Temari's eyes widen in fear, and she shot me a look. I shook my head, and my eyes flickered towards Gaara, who was staring at me, brow furrowed. I stood up straight and glared at him, then walked down to the guys' room. I reached to knock, but it pulled away and I blinked at Kankurou.
"Well, I see you guys are ready, I presume?" I smirked and returned to Temari, who had stepped out of the room.
"Where are we going for breakfast?" Saying this, Temari looked surprised.
"Oh, I forgot about that. I don't know. I'm not exactly well informed about the resturants around Konoha." She replied, putting a finger to her chin, and thought hard.
"Oh oh I know!" I heard Aya call and she stepped out of the hotel room. She was wearing a dress similar to Sakura's when she was twelve, but it was a deep blue and there was no white circle on the back or the front of the dress. She wore a white pair of shorts underneath, not bicycle shorts, and the headband adorned loosely around her neck like Temari.
"Nice Aya." I commented, giving her an encouraging smile. She beamed at me.
"I know a good resturant!" She implied, and as she walked down the hallway, we all followed her.
oOoOo
I looked around at the bar/resturant intensly, maybe uneasily. We sat in a circular booth, the seating arrangments from right to left, Gaara, Kankurou, Temari, Aya, Noah, Raven and me. Drumming my fingers on the table incessantly waiting for someone to come take our orders, I saw out of the corner of my eye Gaara's eyebrow twitch in annoyance. I smirked, and tapped harder on the table. He snapped his head to face me, and I only sneered at him.
"Do you mind stopping that annoying drumming?" He hissed at me, and I raised both my eyebrows.
"And what if I don't?" Challenging him, I hit each finger on the wooden table hard, pronouncing the sound with the tip of my fingernails. He ignored that question and sat back, resting his chin on his hand, still glaring liquid fire at me.
"'Course, it's not like you have anything better to do, failure." He mumbled loud enough so I could heard it, and loathing coursed through my veins as I whirled my head toward him, and I slammed my hands on the table, ready to launch the nearest heavy object at him. Raven grabbed my shoulder roughly, pulling me down rather forcefully.
"No fiiighting..." Murmured Noah, and I twitched.
"After breakfast, he is so dead." I growled and Raven nudged me in the ribs, and I shot him a look. I didn't like being touched. Noticing his eye flickers to above me, I looked up to see a waiter looking down at me slightly fearfully at me growling incoherently at apparently nothing. I smiled sweetly at him, and laced my figners together, placing my chin on them.
"May I take your orders?" He asked after averting his frightful stare from my sickeningly sweet yet demonic smile and looked to Temari, she being the oldest.
After we all told the waiter what we wanted to eat, he left us and we proceeded to the silent and tense air that always happened when Gaara and I were in each others presence.
"After these Jounin exams, I won't be a failure any longer, Gaara-teme." I hissed and he just rolled his eyes, which infuriated me even more. But it took all my self control to not throw myself at him, beating the crap out of the Sand shinobi. Not being able to be so close to him, I stood up and announced,
"Going to look around." And stalked off. Jamming my hands in my pockets, I walked around randomly from the resturant to the bar and sat down absentmindedly. Even though it was daytime, the windows had dark curtains that kept the sunlight out and the pub was basically dark, with the luminescent lights humming above. A typical bar. The bartender whisked towards me and smiled at me. I looked up at him.
"Would you like a drink, miss?" I cringed at the word 'miss'. Hated being called that.
"I have a name, you know." I growled, and he blinked.
"What is your name?" He asked, and I scowled at him.
"None of your concern. And no, I don't want a drink." At these words, when he shrugged and had begun to walk off, a male about three seats down from me with short reddish hair that was matted down by grease and was smoking a cigarette, he leaned in towards the bartender. My eyes slitted in suspicion to the man and as he pulled away, I saw the bartender fill a glass of hard liquor, come to me and set it down on the bar.
Staring up at him as if he was stupid, I muttered,
"I thought I said no drink?" He recoiled slightly, then said in a quiet tone,
"It's from the gentleman down there." He said, pointing at him. I turned slowly to see the man, who winked at me, grinning devilishly. I raised my eyebrows again, and picked up the drink, running the tip of my finger around the rim, stood up and walked over calmly to the man. He smiled at me like a pervert, and I grinned back. Raising the glass, I dumped it on his greasy head, and he gasped at the icy coldness running down his neck.
"Heya pedophile. I thought you would have heard me say, 'No DRINK!'" With that, I punched him squarely in his rounded fat nose and sent him flying over the bar and smashed into a mirror. I spat at him, and stormed off to the resturant, grumbling on about stupid males.
Arriving with a plunk down at the table with a thud and I had a pissed look on my face, planting my cheek on my fist in rage. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go to the bar. I saw that the food had already arrived and everyone was eating their breakfast. Staring at my own pancakes and some whatnot I had ordered, I picked up my fork.
"Hasame, what hap-...You smell like smoke." Started Raven, and I snarled.
"Bar." I saw him stare at me in astonishment.
"No I didn't drink anything, I just visited." I explained, and shoved a sushi bit into my mouth.
Breakfast passed uneventfully, and once we were outside, I noticed a black leather jacket and messy brown hair. I grinned and hushed Aya, who looked at me oddly. Running in a low crouch, I stood up and whispered in his ear,
"Helllooooo Kiba!" By God did he jump! Whirling around, his black eyes had contracted in fright and his mouth opened in utter surprise.
"OH DEAR LORD WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelled, then realised it was me, and panted for breath after his little scare.
"Did I wake you up?" I asked sweetly, and he shook his head, chuckling.
"Did you ever! I was already awake!" He said, laughing and with that, he picked me up and swung me over his shoulder.
"WHAT THE-- KIBA!!" I shrieked, but couldn't help laugh at his childishness. He jumped around and his shoulder bumped into my stomach, and whenever I spoke, it came out disconnected and sounded incredibly hilarious.
"Ki-i-iba-a-a! N-n-no-o m-more ju-u-umping!" I tried saying in vain, and he snickered and finally put me down. I groaned and held my stomach.
"Man, you have a hard shoulder." I moaned and he sniggered at me, poking my stomach with his finger.
"You're just soft!" The Inuzuka teased and I swatted his hand away, giggling madly. I never laughed this much since...well, since four years ago. Straightening up, I looked around.
"Where is our little bundle of joy?" I asked mockingly, and the little bundle of joy bounded on me and I fell flat on my back, the huge white dog licking my face with excitement. Trying to laugh but not get any dog saliva in my mouth, I scratched Akamaru under his chin and he immediately stopped licking and his eyes rolled in content. I pushed him off and got to my feet, rubbing his white fur roughly.
"There ya are!" I said and grinned at the dog. Kiba was nearly bent over laughing, and when only did his dog greet him in the same manner, did he stop. I looked around and saw Aya, Temari, Raven, Noah and Kankurou stare at me in surprise. Gaara of course couldn't have been the least interested in what I was doing, but shot a glare at Kiba when he took my hand and dragged me over to them all.
"I don't think I ever introduced you to my friends. After all, you and the grocery episode." I snickered and he grinned cheekily.
"Yeah yeah." He muttered and I nudged him in the ribs.
"This is Aya, my best friend ever!" I said and Aya held out a hand as he shook it enthusiastically.
"Well well, aren't you a pretty one?" He said slyly and she blinked in surprise, but smiled.
"Leave her be, Kiba. She's already got a man, hasn't she?" I asked, giving the brunette a grin and she blushed furiously and shook her head. I heard her whisper softly enough so only I could hear,
"Not yet, at least." I sniggered and pushed her gently with my shoulder.
"Aw." I heard Kiba whine jokingly, but I pulled him to Temari and Kankurou.
"Temari and Kan-...Well, I think you guys have met before." I said, and indeed they remembered each other from the Chuunin exams a while back. Giving them a brief greeting, I moved on to Noah and Raven.
"These two jokers are Noah and Raven, who are so annoying, yet great friends to have." I introduced and Raven gave me a theatrical hurt look.
"Boy, do I ever feel so loved." He moaned and I punched him in the arm, shooting him a smile meaning I didn't really mean it.
I approached Gaara and plastered on a smile.
"This is Gaara. Again, you might have met him." I then remembered their first encounter wasn't exactly pleasant. Akamaru was wimpering slightly, and I patted him reassuringly on the head, rubbing his soft ears. Kiba nodded and held out a hand for Gaara to shake, who did rather stiffly.
"Nice to meet the Kazekage other than business with our Hokage." Kiba grinned at the red haired man, who only nodded in response.
I then pulled him away, hooking my arm around Kiba's and I felt Gaara's parting glare directed at my back.
oOoOo
We all began to talk with Kiba, excluding Gaara, and we came across Ichiraku's Ramen stand, spotting Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke there as usual. Kiba yelled out to Naruto, who spun around and greeted the Inuzuka in the same manner, rushing to him and pulling him into a headlock. I rolled my eyes and plopped down where Naruto was sitting. Aya waved to Sasuke, who in return got up and walked towards her, and I swore I saw a small smile tug at the Uchiha's lips. I leaned back on the counter top, sighing and rolled my head over to Sakura.
"Boys, eh?" I said, indicating Kiba and Naruto, who had begun to talk rather noisily about something or other. She laughed and nodded, while I did not smile, nor laugh. Noah, Raven and Kankurou had joined in on the chatter with Kiba and the Kyuubi carrier, while Temari had spotted Shikamaru, and waved to him running over. Shikamaru greeted her with a broad grin and waved back. I then turned my attention to Gaara, who was still standing his arms crossed and was leaning against the ramen shops wooden board. Sakura tapped my shoulder and I looked over at her.
"What's with you and him?" She asked, and I gave her such a fierce scowl (which wasn't really directed at her, but more at the prospect of Gaara in general) that she pulled back instantly. I shook my head.
"Nothing. I just hate him with a passion, and him to I. That's all." I said, staring at the male with a loathing glare to pronounce my hatred towards him. Sakura gave a soft 'oh' and sat back, her gaze flickering between Gaara and I.
The boys started to get so loud, that I yelled over to them,
"QUIET DOWN YOU GUYS!" and they all laughed at me, but did tone it down. I sat back and snickered at them, when I saw Gaara staring at me. Glowering at him, I got up and walked past him, muttering,
"Itteyoshi, teme." And he grabbed my arm instantly, earning him another death stare from me. (ItteyoshiGo and die)
"I would appreciate very much, failure, if you would mind your language around...Other people." He growled at me, but I yanked my arm from his grip, snorted and stalked off. I knew Sakura had seen and possibly heard the whole thing.
oOoOo
The ending of a near perfect day drew near, and Kiba had to go home. I waved goodbye to him, at the same time Raven bade goodbye the same girl in the dark blue kimono when we had first came here the day before.
"Hey...I feel like going to celebrate for some reason." Said Kankurou, and we all looked at him quizically.
"Well..It could be celebrating that we came here...Or it could be to wish Hasame good luck on the Jounin exams!" He explained, and I nodded.
"That sounds like a good idea! Yeah!" Raven said and high-fived Noah for some reason. Aya laughed and looked at me. I nodded again, and she grinned happily. Sasuke was still with her, and he nodded also.
"Let's go to a pub!" Suggested Temari and my three friends cheered happily. I grinned slightly, but I felt Sasuke looking at me. Turning to face him, I quirked an eyebrow at him. He shook his head and turned his attention to Aya.
With the sun setting, we neared a pub, and upon entering, I spotted long blonde hair and a massive chest size.
"Oh my god, Aya look! It's Tsunade!" I felt myself getting excited, as she was my favourite leading lady besides Temari. I rushed over to her table and stood there silently. The Godaime looked up at me, a tiny cup of sake just touching her painted lips.
"Yes?" She asked and I shook my head.
"Oh, I don't want anything. I just wanted to meet you." I said and she smiled.
"Well, nice to meet you. Oh, Hello Kazekage-sama." She said, shaking my hand and I saw her amber eyes dart to my left. I peered over my shoulder just in time to see Gaara nod in a hello. I scowled and the grip on Tsunade's hand tightened in anger, and when she uttered a small yelp in surprise and pain, did I let go in apology.
"Gomen gomen gomen!" I repeated, bowing to emphasize my apologies. She raised her hand to stop me.
"It's ok. How did you get to be so strong?" She asked, and I was about to say why but stopped. Me and Aya had pretended to copy the way Tsunade would gather her chakra in her attacking limbs and knock the life out of them before we came into the Naruto world. I had accidentally broke a few bricks on my house, but I just thought that the tae kwon do I took was finally making me stronger. I didn't know that I actually could use my chakra like Tsunade could.
"Just, alot of practice!" I lied and grinned. The Hokage raised an eyebrow at me, but grinned back. I saw her eyes flicker between Gaara standing behind me and myself, as she rubbed her hand a bit.
"Well, I'd better get going Hokage-sama. It was nice meeting you!" I said and departed, joining my friends at a table. Sasuke had sat beside Aya, and I sat on the other side of her. We all ordered something or other, and I a bottle of sake. I didn't feel like eating much, and sake pretty much filled me up. After about ten minutes, we all had flushed faces, and Raven and Noah began laughing at random people in the bar. Music started up and Sasuke pulled on a slightly drunk Aya to stand up and dance with her. That left Temari, Kankurou, Raven, Gaara and Noah at the table. And guess who came along just at the right moment? Shikamaru, Naruto and Neji showed up at our table. Immediatly, Temari left with Shikamaru and Noah, Kankurou and Raven started to talk with Naruto and Neji, laughing again as if everything everyone said was funny. They all left to go do something or other. I had pretty much finished the bottle of sake, and felt myself getting slightly dizzy, but I didn't care. Tonight was for wishing me luck for the Jounin exams the day after tomorrow. I waved over a waitress and ordered another bottle.
She came back and handed me the ceramic bottle with the kenji 'Sake' painted on it, and I muttered a thank you to her, before pouring more into my little cup. Ten minutes passed and Aya and Sasuke were still dancing and I couldn't see my other friends anywhere. Half the bottle had disappeared and I felt myself getting very sleepy.
"Wow...ssstrongstuff theyves got here." I slurred my words together, knowing I wouldn't be able to stay conscious for any longer I fell sideways in the booth, and my head hit something soft, cushioning my head. Instantly I fell asleep.
oOoOo
I felt arms pick me up after a while, and cool air rushed at my skin, causing me to shiver. Then, the air stopped and I felt myself rising upwards, thumping as if I was being carried upstairs.
"Wassgoing on?" I mumbled, and no one answered. I blearily opened an eye and saw the hallway that lead to the hotel room Gaara and I were staying in, and the door opened. Everything was fuzzy, so I couldn't get a good look at anything. Whoever it was laid me down on the bed, and a voice asked,
"Are you going to sleep in those clothes?" It took a while for my brain to process whatever they were saying, and I tried to sound clear,
"No...wannaget changed into pjs." I felt a hand on my back sitting me up straight and someone pulled off my shirt. They then slipped on a much larger shirt over me and I felt tugging at my pants. They pulled my hand and I stood up, swaying unstabily. They grabbed my arms, and held me straight.
"Now you have to help me with this, understand?" They said, but I shook my head.
"No..nomore...too...tired..." I mumbled and fell forward, blacking out. The last thing I could make out was a flash of red.
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I moaned at the throbbing of my head, and didn't move when I knew I was waking up. I felt something beneath me that didn't feel like a mattress, but was warm anyway and I was comfortable. I felt skin and pressed my cheek against it, not wanting to wake up. Not when I was this comfy, no no no. Exhaling deeply, I ran my hand over the skin and propped my head up by putting my hand under my head, my long black hair falling around whatever it was beneath me. Sunlight glowed through my eyelids and I forced my eyes open. Everything was too blurry, and I blinked a couple times, raising my head a bit so I could see everything around me. The bed next to me was still unmade, as if no one had slept in it. But I was facing the left, not the right like I normally would see Gaara's bed. Putting everything together took sometime in my throbbing head from what I was feeling now, I turned my head to face dark rimmed eyes closed and ruffled red hair beneath me. I stared blankly at them, just staring. Looking around slowly, I saw myself in a huge black t-shirt and no pants on except my own black underpants, and the blanket strewn out on the floor. I looked down again and saw a bare chest that I was lying on. It took me a while, until everything clicked. I opened my mouth in horror, and slowly got off of him, my legs flipping off and touched the ground, as I slid to the edge of the bed.
"Bleh he ha!!!" I shuddered, and felt the bed creak as Gaara turned over on his side now that there was no longer any body on top of him. I was still so terrified at how I had woken up that I was frozen at the edge of the mattress, unmoving. My head throbbed again, and I blinked a few times, then pushed myself off the bed, and staggered uneasily. I ran to the bathroom, and threw up whatever I had left from last night into the toilet, my stomach heaving. Then, over my retching, I heared creaking and shuffling feet, then the door opened and I kept my head in the toilet. Feeling that my stomach had emptied, I lifted my head, wiping it with toilet paper, and looked up at Gaara, who looked indifferently at me.
"What!?" I snapped and a sharp pain flared up in my head, and I put my hand gingerly to it, closing my eyes in pain. Standing up weakily, I washed my mouth out in the sink, and when I rose my head again, he was still standing there.
"What is it already?" I growled, and he leaned casually against the door frame.
"Had enough liquor last night?" Gaara said and I glared at him.
"It wasn't because of the alcohol that I threw up, you teme. It was-..." I stopped, and I thought, maybe he didn't know about it? Still, I hated him for not moving me to my bed or something. I knew it was him last night, but I didn't know it at the time. Actually, I didn't remember most of anything that had happened last night. Renewed hatred flared up again, and I shot him a glower. He then stared at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence.
"Forget it." I muttered and was about to push past him when his arm stopped me, and I halted, swivling my head around to meet his face, sky blue eyes boring into mine.
"'it was' what?" He said slowly, pushing me to answer.
"Nothing." I said in the same manner, daring him to stop me from getting out of the bathroom. I ducked under his arm and grabbed a pair of pants and a tank top. I turned to see him watching me. I snarled, and pointed to the bathroom.
"Go already. I'm getting changed." I ordered and he only shrugged his shoulders, turned and walked in the bathroom, shutting the door. I snorted, took off the shirt and put on my pants and top. Knocking on the bathroom door only a minute after, Gaara opened it with a look of nonchalant on his face, as if he was almost expecting me to knock on it soon.
"I believe this is you shirt, no?" I said through gritted teeth, shoving the oversized black shirt to him. He took it and shut the door quietly, not even saying a word. I glanced at the clock out of pure boredom. 10 am. My eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh god!" I said and grabbed all my ninja equipment, I slid on my netting sleeves and one over my left leg. Hopping on one foot in the process of putting on my ninja shoes, I hollared at Gaara through the bathroom door,
"HURRY UP! IT'S TEN O'CLOCK!" And finally slipping on the other shoe, I bounded to the door, flung it open to reveal everyone standing outside our door. They all stared at me, each one cocking an eyebrow at me. I looked quizically at them, and shot a look into the small mirror by the door. My hair was tangled up, and the lipstick I had put on for the bar was smudged and I basically looked like I had been doing something else besides sleeping last night. Running my fingers through my hair in an attempt to smooth it down, I rubbed my lipstick off completely, looking back at them.
"Better." Murmured Aya, and I nodded, looking back at the bathroom door, which just opened to reveal Gaara in his normal long coat, but it was a deep crimson red this time. The gourd was slung on his back, and it ever made me wonder how he got it on there without some sort of help from another person. Snorting, I stepped out and walked with Aya down the hallway, my head burning at the bright lights.
"How can you handle this?" I muttered to Aya, and she wasn't paying attention to me, so I nudged her, and she jumped, then held her head, wincing slightly.
"Don't do that. My head hurts. Stupid hangovers." She had answered my question, even if she hadn't heard it. I grinned despite the aching in my head.
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Hoped you like this chapter! i did! My friend made me put in the drunken part. (grrr Chantal! lol, great idea though) Ok, maybe not MADE,...but...Influenced me to. Better...better word.