Joy.
XxX"Dude man, bite me."
"Excuse me?"
"Bite. Me."
"Madam, I-…"
"The name's Tsukiko."
"Tsukiko-san-,"
"TSUKIKO."
The nurse's lip twitched with anticipation to jab the teenager with a syringe. "Please hold still, Tsukiko."
"Please bite me," The girl responded with a harsh attitude.
"Miss, you need fluids in you to help prevent infection." The nurse said, holding the needle up, ridding of the air. Some of the fluid landed on Tsukiko's forearm. She flinched away.
"Dude, get that thing away from me." She warned, eyes wide.
"Your mother wants this done," The nurse responded.
"Like I care!"
The two glared at each other, not ready to back down. The nurse finally sighed.
"What's your name?" Tsukiko asked, keeping an eye on the inanimate death object.
"Fyuken Hishimashi." Fyuken responded.
"Well, Hishimashi-san, I'm fine."
"We won't know for sure until we take a blood test. For now, this is for your own good."
"I don't mind needles. Shots, on the other hand…" Tsukiko's grey eyes wearily trailed back to the shot. "No way in hell. Stick me with the needle first, or just knock me out when you give that too me. Your choice."
Fyuken sighed and put the shot down. "Fine. Sakura-sama, could you get this girl's blood run-through?" Fyuken called as she walked out the door.
"Sakura-sama, ehh?" Tsukiko grinned as she sat back.
"Tsukiko Himeto?" Someone's voice chimed briskly. Tsukiko looked up to see a pink haired Konoha shinobi walk in, snapping dark grey gloves on.
"My my, you must be Sakura-sama."
"Haruno-san, thank you." Sakura replied, sizing the girl up.
Tsukiko glanced past Sakura's shoulder to see Gaara and Temari, talking quietly in the doorway.
Her face lit up. "Tem-chan, Gaa-kun!" She raced over to them with abnormal speed.
"Tsuki-chan!" Temari exclaimed, looking surprised. "I haven't seen you in so long!"
"Yeah, I-!
"You shouldn't refuse syringes, Tsukiko." Gaara's smooth voice played out.
"Bite me, Gaara."
"Will you please stop saying that, it's really annoying."
"Bite me, Gaara."
Gaara glared at her before walking over to the window to size-up how many more people were coming in. He had a slight limp.
"Neh, Gaara-kun, we should start heading back. You're looking pale again." Sakura informed, placing a warm hand on his shoulder. He turned and look into her concerned eyes, not liking the frown setting on her face.
"Okay," He reluctantly agreed. As he walked away with Sakura supporting him, Tsukiko made a face.
"What the hell was that? Does he finally have a girlfriend?"
"Yeah. Dude, I caught them making out. In the hall. He had her pressed up against the wall!"
"No way, are you serious?" Tsukiko's face suddenly became barren. "Did he hurt her? He didn't hurt her, right?"
"No, she's fine. Don't worry." Temari insured, nudging the tall girl in the shoulder.
Tsukiko gave a uncontrolled grin before leaning in against her hand. "So, Gaa-kun finally found a girl, neh?"
XxX"Neh, Gaara…?"
"Hn?"
"Who was she?"
Gaara rolled his eyes slightly and let out a small sigh of annoyance. "She's my cousin. Yashamaru's daughter."
"N-no way…," Sakura said, feeling bad for asking. She didn't look a thing like him. Sakura saw him in old pictures laying around dusty shelves in Temari's room. The girl had medium golden brown hair that was littered with barrel-curls.
"Her eye color was odd. I've studied eye color, for identification and medic reasons, but her eyes…"
"Yes, the grey…or green, or blue."
"Genetic alteration?"
"No, the entire mother's side has blue eyes of some shade, mostly light. Her mother herself, however, has green eyes, and her father had grey eyes, coming from a family with dominant green. So, father's DNA dominant was green, but his eyes were grey. Her mothers DNA dominant is blue, but her's are green. So, she has all those color's mixed….with a thin circle of hazel around the pupil." He sweatdropped at the last comment. "We have no idea where that came from, but we consider her eye's grey on all medical charts and identification cards."
"Interesting." Sakura replied, feeling somewhat smarter.
"Very." Gaara replied, sarcasm dripping in his voice.
"You aren't very fond of her, are you?"
"No."
"I see," Sakura smiled to herself.
They finally got back to the house, where Gaara collapsed on the couch with Sakura following his fashion. Only Sakura was a little less graceful with her collapsing. Her body bounced lightly for a second before she stretched and let out an enormous groan. Gaara sat against the arm-rest, sinking comfortably in the soft cushion. He leaned his head back, glaring at the ceiling for a bit until Sakura decided to rest her head on his lap. She lightly fingered the hem of his long crimson shirt before patting it back down.
Gaara warily gazed down at her for a bit before asking,
"Why are you so casual with me?"
Sakura turned to look at him before bursting into giggles.
"You're one to talk!"
"Oh?" Gaara inquired.
"Uhm, yes! Mister let's-press-Sakura-against-the-wall-and-kiss-her."
"Well, that was clearly an accident, so I'll make sure I won't do it again. Since you find it worth joking about,"
He got up and lightly limped to the dark staircase.
"Hey, hey!" Sakura called as she got up and went to him. "Nobody said I was joking because I didn't like it." She said before thinking.
"Hn. I didn't say you joked about because you didn't like it," he replied, adding to her embarrassment.
"Gaara." She mumbled stubbornly, glaring a bit at him. He turned to face her, half-way up the stairs. Leaning against the curved railing, he sized her up with a light smirk.
"So you did like it?"
'Well no shit, Sherlock.' Sakura thought to herself venomously.
"Duh," She replied, barley audible as she hugged herself and looked away, bright red.
When she dared to look back up, she saw Gaara disappear around the corner.
"I'm not done talking to you!" She called as she climbed the stair hurriedly. She quickly looked down the hall, to see his heel disappear, once again, behind a doorway. His bedroom.
Sakura walked to his door. She rested her head against it lightly before asking if she was allowed in. He told her that it was okay.
She turned the knob, only to be greeted by a lightly-dimmed room, and with a shirtless Gaara resting on is black silk bed. He turned to her and patted the empty space next to him.
"This bed is neglected."
Sakura didn't say anything as she walked around and rolled onto the bed, bouncing again next to him.
"You shift too much." He told her.
"Not my fault," she mumbled back, pouting a bit.
He chuckled. "You are an odd girl indeed."
Sakura raised an eyebrow. " 'Indeed?'"
"Yes?"
"Can you love?"
This question threw him off for miles. He turned over on his side and hovered over her.
"….What?"
"Sasuke-kun told me you were completely incapable of loving."
"Sasuke's a queer."
"Gaara!"
"You can't deny it."
"Don't avoid my question."
"I don't think you'll find my answer….," he trailed off, looking away a bit.
Sakura completely faced him suddenly, now scared that he would say no. Her expression was laced with sadness and anticipation.
He peered down at her, face free of any emotions, as if hardened light clay, molded to perfection without a single flaw. So smooth, so lifeless.
"If I told you what I felt right now, it might not be what you expect. When I think of anything romantic at all, theory's and such, you are the first person I think about. When I imagine marriage, bonds of…compassion and yearning, you are the light body that forms in those images. I long to see your face, when you aren't with me, even though I have branded it into my memory. At night, when I need to close my eyes and rest, you come into my head. I find myself clutching my pillow. I find myself suddenly wonder what you're doing. And when I was trapped and Shukaku had control, you came to see me. I imagined you, and since it was my own mind I was locked in, you came. You clutched those burned bars, and you told me that you would help me. My name rolled off your tounge as if it were silk on silk, unable to grasp."
While Gaara was explaining his thoughts, Sakura slowly covered her mouth, eyes wide.
"I think what I'm trying to explain is love. Tell me if I'm wrong, please, because this tingle in my stomach won't go away, either."
Sakura searched for words…she reached after them, because she was about to drowned in her own tears, and they were her life-lines.
"Gaara!" she cried softly, muffling her voice with her own hand. She closed her eyes and pressed her own lips against his, letting out a sob as she broke from him.
"I-…I love you too!"
XxXOutside the door, a certain Uchiha concealed his raging emotions in the shadow of his dark hair.
"It's just a feeling," he mumbled hoarsely, his voice unstable. "It won't last, for any of us!"
XxX
Uh-oh…is what Sasuke is demonically muttering to himself jealousy…? Or is he trying to help Sakura from falling in a love with someone who is on the verge of chaos…and only Sasuke knows of this downfall?
Lol, Gaara called sasuke a queer.
-snorts in laughter-
ouch for sasuke's man pride.