Title: Lessons
Author: AppleL0V3R
Beta-reader: Terror-Of-The-Crimson-Night
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Subaku no Gaara and Haruno, Sakura
Rating: T
Type: One-shot – Completed
Summary: Here is some advice: arguing is fun, but running head first into a brick wall hurts. Running into a brick wall may hurt, but it can get a girl her first kiss.
Theme: #46 – Brick Wall
Word Count: 1,253
Disclaimer: If you've heard of it before, then it's obviously not mine
Note: Sakura's POV
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Arguing is fun,
"You know what?"
"Hn?"
"You should really just shut up."
Gaara and I are arguing. Again. Go figure, we've been battling with each other since we were twelve when he had threatened Sasuke and Naruto.
Flashback
Sasuke was on his ass, leaning backwards and using his hands to keep him up in a some what vertical position. In fact, in the recesses of my mind, I acknowledged that he sort of looked like a crab. He had been pushed down when going face-to-face with Subaku no Gaara.
Instantaneously, I jumped in front of Sasuke in a protective stance. This threw the red head off guard, because from what I've heard around school, he hasn't ever had any one protect him. So he's like a brick wall: so impenetrable.
Still regardless of knowing I was weak physically, he sprung forward, ready to push me aside. And he did, he shoved me right into the tree to my left. It knocked the breath out of me, enraged Naruto, and before I knew it, Naruto and Gaara were trading punches.
End Flashback
And thus started our bantering as well. At first it was just remarks on my part, and then he got feed up with it and commented back. From there it escalated to arguments which is were we stand now.
"Why? It's fun getting under your skin." He returned without even glancing at me. He knew by experience that this only makes my more infuriated, so no shocker when I felt my anger rise yet another notch.
But running head first into a brick wall hurts.
Running into a brick wall may hurt,
"Like I said, just shut up!" I exclaimed, this effectively got him to look my way. Or so I thought. I smirked, but before I could comment, I collided head first with a brick wall.
OW!
I found myself tumbling backwards. Well this is just great, now I'm going to hit my head twice within the time span of half a minute. And knowing me, I'm going to end up with a headache, concussion, and Gaara laughing at me. So I did what anyone that didn't move to catch themselves would do. I shut my eyes tight and waited for the impact.
It didn't come.
I waited a few more seconds. Finally I realized there were arms around me.
Which meant….
I scrambled out of the persons arms, not wanting to acknowledge who had just helped me. I could fell the blood in my cheeks. Great. Now I'm blushing. Can this situation get any worse? I peeked up at the person who had caught me, because I refuse to acknowledge said person by name, and I found him way to close for comfort.
I took a shaky step back, and he took a confident step forward. I took another. Guess what? My back hit the damned brick wall.
Great.
Now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.
But it can get a girl her first kiss.
He lifted his arm, slowly might I add, and placed his hand at the base of my neck. Apparently it can get worse.
"H-Hey!" I sputtered trying to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. Besides I'm the one who ran into the brick wall, not him. I really hate it when he acts like this.
The first time I had been running to get somewhere and I had tripped, causing me to crash into the sidewalk. Gaara had seen me fall and for one reason or another had rolled me over, pulled me to lean against him, and after brushing off the dirt kissed my kneecap. Seriously! He kissed it! Like I was a child and needed my booboo kissed to feel all better. Afterward I had just sat there until he snapped out of his trance state and abruptly stood and walked away. He didn't even look back or say anything as I feel backwards and my head slammed into the concrete. That really hurt.
These incidents had happened twice more afterward.
So I knew what came next, he was going to kiss my forehead or my nose or some part of my face. The thought set butterflies lose to rampage freely in my stomach and my heart picked up a faster pace.
Did I mention that this is another thing that happens when he touches me as lightly and gingerly as he is now?
I mean his hand is feather light, like he thinks if he allows his hand to simply rest there I'll collapse from the weight. But that's SO not true!
And you know what?
I don't have to sit, or stand in my case, here like some frozen-in-place idiot while he does funny things to my insides. Not if I can give him a dose of his own medicine…
So when he leaned forward, I stopped protesting. He was going to kiss my nose, which if you think about it, makes sense because that's the part of the face that hits to wall first. And my nose does hurt, but it will just have to wait.
I waited for him to get a little closer, and at the last moment jerked my head up.
I'm sure you can guess what happened next, right?
We lip-locked.
And at the touch of his lips on mine, a feeling flooded through me, one that I could place no proper name to. I realized it was the same one I got every time his mouth touched some part of me, only stronger. I also realized that Gaara had stiffened at the contact.
I pulled away, as much as I loved the contact – Wait, did I just say loved? Oh no. Does that mean that feeling I got was…love. I bit the inside of my lip.
Oh no.
This won't end well.
I found myself peeking up at his reaction.
He was still frozen in place, and hadn't moved a muscle.
"Um, Gaara?" I asked timidly. What else am I suppose to say?
Then he leaned down and kissed me. What the hell? I couldn't really object though, it felt even better the second time.
Oh God.
What is wrong with me? I started to pull away once more, but he nipped at my lower lip. I waited for a few more seconds and finally he pulled away.
I opened my eyes, not noticing I had even closed them in the first place.
There was a grin on his face as he turned and walked away.
Then something clicked in the back of my mind and I was shouting it before I even figure out what it was, "Hey! That was my first kiss!"
Come on! Can't I go one second without embarrassing myself?
He stopped and looked at back at me with that damned grin still set upon his face. "And that's my problem how?"
Ugh!
I dashed to be in-step with him. A whole new argument started and the kiss forgotten.
Until next time, of course.