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Ahem. Also, I didn't follow my chapter plan on this one because this idea seemed much better for this chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto. I do look like some neat haired version of Kiba now so that's something.
Temari didn't know what she would expect when she opened the creaky wooden door leading to the basement. She was alone at home; her brothers out at school, she had successfully skived, and her father at work, any staff left in the house were cleaning or cooking. She turned the lock and its light click echoed around the silent hall. Temari flicked the light switch on, which was outside in the hallway, and stepped down. She slowly tiptoed down and then released a gasp. There was a girl; a sleeping familiar looking girl on the old mattress in the corner. She crept over.
This… this was what Gaara had been hiding in here, a girl. How long had she been here? By the look of her abnormally skinny frame a while. Was she here willingly or did Gaara abduct her. Temari felt sick. She realised why the girl seemed familiar. She was Sakura Haruno; the girl that was missing.
She had to do something. She could call the police or, or she could tell her father. She couldn't just leave the girl down here. She breathed quicker and quicker before suddenly thoughts sprang into her read.
What was she thinking? She couldn't rat her brother, her own flesh and blood, out like that. He could go to jail or worse. And what if she told her father? Gaara might be beaten within an inch of his life and something worse could happen to the girl. Her father is a business man he wouldn't want such a controversy in public. It would damage his public image. The girl might be kept here or killed or god knows what.
Temari couldn't handle it. She ran and fled from the room. She slammed the door and locked it and collapsed on the floor outside, her breathing frantic. What could she do? She put her head on her knees and shut her eyes and thought hard. She would have to talk to Gaara about it. Convince him to let her go or something. Anything.
She got up of the floor and dusted herself off. She needed a cup of strong coffee and some time in a place without deafening silence3 to help her think about what she was going to say to Gaara.
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Gaara got off his bead and sat up. He had attempted to sleep but like always, he couldn't. He got of his bed and decided to go get Sakura some food and go see her. Maybe she'd let him sleep by her again and he could actually get some rest.
He crept downstairs and padded across the cold tiles in the kitchen silently and turned on the light.
"Hello Gaara."
If Gaara wasn't so strong he would've probably jumped, instead her turned slowly and observed Temari's solemn face.
"What are you doing up so late Temari?" He asked coolly
"I should ask you the same question; going to see your little pet?"
Gaara froze and stared at her. She couldn't know could she
"I know about her Gaara and I know another thing. You need to let her go home." Temari spoke quietly as she stirred her tea in a delicate teacup.
"No." Gaara said.
The voice in Gaara's head was becoming louder and it sounded angry.
'Harm her, show her she can't interfere!' It snarled and Gaara winced.
Gaara shook his head slightly and Temari frowned.
"She's practically dying in there, can't you? She's as skinny as a rake and her skin is as pale as an old man's white hair. P. us, imagine if father found out he'd-" She was cut short.
Gaara's hand was wrapped around her neck and his eyes were burning into hers, emerald fire practically spitting out of them.
"Don't get involved." He growled angrily "If you do, I will personally kill you."
Temari was shaking and her hands clutching at his hand. She whimpered lightly and Gaara released her.
"Now leave me in peace woman and don't interfere. Otherwise my threat will become reality"
He grabbed a loaf of bread and left the cold kitchen, living Temari rubbing her neck and shivering in a mixture of fear and coldness.
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She was awake when he came in and she eyed the bread hungrily.
"I brought you some food." He said, giving her the loaf.
She didn't waste any time eating delicately or politely, she bit into it like a ravenous wolf and scoffed it down. She downed about half of the bread before she sat it down beside her and brushed the layer of crumbs from herself.
He tugged her arm and she looked at him curiously. He guided her head until it was in his lap and he sat there stroking her hair and mumbling things under his breath. It was almost comforting to Sakura. Her mother used to stroke Sakura's hair in a similar manner when she was upset or when she need a cuddle.
She relaxed against Gaara and decided to enjoy such a peaceful, quiet moment, it felt nice. She had always imagined her future boyfriend or husband doing the same film as they watched soppy movies and ate pizza. Being a pessimist, a miserable thought came to mind. This might be the closest she'd ever get to that.
Gaara noticed her sadness and stopped abruptly and lifted her into a hug. His large hands rubbed circles on her back in what appeared to be a comforting manner.
"Shh, shh don't be upset beautiful angel. You're much to wonderful for such a feeling" He told her poetically.
She wondered how she had gained such a sweet nickname; he seemed to use it a lot. Perhaps that was how he saw her in his mind; a beautiful angel. If it had been under different circumstances, she might have been happy and giddy about someone so handsome thinking of her like that.
He laid back and held her in his arms and nuzzled his face into her hair.
"I'll sleep here tonight; you must be so lonely, all down here on your own. Poor precious angel." His whispered words were sweet and Sakura wondered how she had ever gained the affections of such a strange man.
Why didn't he just talk to her or something? She was confused. But as she drifted off to sleep, she contemplated her nameless captor. He was like a lost child. In some crazy twisted way, she realised she might be starting to pity him or maybe even… care for him. Her half-awake mind didn't register these properly and the next day, she didn't remember those thoughts at all.
Please tell me what you think guys; I'm unsure on this one! Next Update will be on Sunday.