I finally made it to chapter 10~!!!! o__o
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I did it everyone!!! Paaartyyyyy~! XD
Well, I've recieved a few reviews, and I'm really grateful to anyone who wrote one ^-^
Okay, Just to clear some things up
1. Yeah, I know there hasn't been much GaaraxNaruto yet, but there will! Promise =3
2. I've ended up kinda turning this story into a love triangle . Don't ask, but I had this dream you see .
Anywhoo, there will be many more chapters, and in the next few will be some lovey-dovey stuff kay ^^ Just try and be patient for now!
Please, keep reviewing and don't forget about me and my little story while you are waiting for the chapter 11 XD
Disclaimer: The anime Naruto and all its characters do NOT belong to me =D Just the plot of this story
-Chapter 10-
Naruto woke slowly, stretching for a minute, his bones cracking loudly in release. He rolled over and looked down at the mattress that lay on the floor, but the person he had expected to see was not there.
"Gaara?"
He looked around, a piece of paper taped to the door coming into view.
Naruto jumped up and tore of the note, scanning down the page quickly.
I've gone out.
Don't worry, I'll come back.
Naruto sighed and a smile formed on his face, lighting up his features. He turned and made his way to the bathroom, scratching his head.
He scrunched up the paper and threw it into a bin on his way, before shutting the door and switching on the shower
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Gaara made his way through the streets slowly, his large gourd giving him protection and shade from the sun.
He made his way to the training grounds at the edge of the village, hoping to find peace and quiet there.
His thoughts were jumbled, and Shukaku's ranting only made it worse. He ignored the beast as much as possible, his forehead creasing slightly.
As he walked into the field, a burst of fresh air hit him, and then a certain energy made itself known.
Gaara, not yet ridding himself of all old habits, struck a defensive position, his cold eyes searching over the area slowly.
Then, a familiar shinobi appeared from the shadows of the trees.
"Uchiha…"
Said Uchiha closed the distance between them, walking, almost strolling to his place in front of the other.
Sasuke's mouth turned into a slight smirk and he pushed his hands back into his deep pockets.
"Gaara"
The red-head tried to hide his expression, one of total disgust for the Uchiha. But he couldn't completely.
"You look like your glad to see me", Sasuke commented, that smirk only building to the point that a demented grin replaced it.
Gaara could practically hear the amusement dripping from the raven's words. He replied with a quiet,"Hm", pushing his lips into a tight line.
The feeling of a fight approaching was almost too hard to bear. And, the knowledge that blood would definitely be spilt spurred on the feeling and willed him to make the first move.
Sasuke saw anticipation fuelling the ninja and his grin disappeared. He revealed his hands and took a few steps back, readying himself to face this feared opponent.
Gaara's icy eyes locked with Sasuke's, his seemed to quiver with excitement.
Then, Gaara grunted, before striking.
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Sakura sat on her roof, her eyes still slightly red and puffy after crying herself to sleep the night before.
"Sasuke…"
Her voice echoed quietly, a shiver running up her spine.
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The clash of metal echoed over the distance. From afar, one would think that a fierce battle ensued between two deadly adversaries.
Up close, yes, it was a fierce battle. A match, a spar, to determine the one who held the higher knowledge, who had the most stealth, who was stronger. A fight between rivals.
Gaara of the Sand eyed his opponent before him. Uchiha Sasuke. He was tall and lithe, and his eyes, those pools of black that rivaled even the darkest night transformed into a pair of deadly crimson orbs.
Turning his attention back to his rival, Gaara immediately noticed the smirk forming on the Uchiha's face. He also noticed the sudden twitch of his pale, slender fingers. To an untrained eye, this was something that would be overlooked and the results would be fatal.
To Gaara, however, Sasuke had removed two shuriken from his pouch and had thrown them with deadly accuracy towards him. Gaara quickly jumped and flipped forward, avoiding the first shuriken. He caught the second one and threw it back the way it came.
Landing on all fours, Gaara took to the trees. He watched his enemy through the leaves, waiting for him to make his next move. A slight smirk grew on each man's face when their eyes finally met. As soon as the raven disappeared from Gaara's sight, the red-head took off full speed through the trees.
The chase was on.
Shukaku's growling echoed through Gaara's mind, begging to be set free. Gaara felt the demon's power leak through his chakra network slowly, the sand below his feet rustling whenever he touched it.
An almost maniacal grin was plastered over Gaara's face as Sasuke appeared behind him in a flash of black.
He jumped up, landing on a firm tree branch. He leaped from tree to tree, until the feeling of repressing his power became unbearable.
He leaned up against the bark of the tree, closing his eyes slightly. The sand below made its way up the trunk, curling and winding in quick, perfected movements.
Shukaku roared.
At that moment, Sasuke landed in front of him, throwing a kunai in his direction. Gaara's sand attacked the piece of metal that had dared try to scar its master. The sand tightened around the weapon, and the sound of it snapping into pieces could be heard easily.
Gaara cursed inside his head, he couldn't protect himself fully while he was waiting for Shukaku to release his chakra. The sand wouldn't be enough to save him this time. Not while he was facing an opponent like the Uchiha.
Sasuke made his way forward, pulling another kunai from his pouch. He stopped inches away from the other and leaned up against him, placing his free hand beside his head.
He ignored the sand curling around his feet, warning him of his mistake.
Gaara opened his eyes fully, giving the black-haired boy a look of what could only be pure hatred.
The sand lazily crawled up Sasuke's legs to his waist, and it curled around them both, testing Gaara's mood.
The kunai Sasuke was holding was roughly pushed against Gaara's neck, and the sand reacted immediately, hissing in warning around them as Gaara's hands turned to fists and he uttered a soft grunt of pain.
Sasuke chuckled and dug in deeper, applying enough pressure to bruise the pale skin, but not enough to actually cut him.
"What are you here for?" Gaara uttered quietly, Gaara's teeth gritted and the sand around him rattled restlessly, angry at its master's pain.
"To collect a little something…", Sasuke answered, lightly running his hand from the edge of Gaara's tensed shoulder, up his neck and then paused to twirl a strand of the ninja's hair around his finger.
The kunai was still settled at the curve of Gaara's neck, and the sand had now managed to wrap itself all the way up Gaara's right arm.
"And that would be?"
The boy chuckled again and leaned down. His warm breath tickled Gaara's skin as he spoke.
"The demon…"
Gaara stiffened completely. Sasuke moved the kunai to the hollow under Gaara's right ear. He pointed the tip towards the skin, the slowly, dragged it from that point, down to his collarbone.
Gaara's blood pumped out from where Sasuke had split his skin.
The sand exploded into action even though Gaara didn't even murmur a sound. It hurt too much to say anything. He could feel himself tear at the onslaught of Sasuke's cut, and the sand rushed around the raven's throat and tightened threateningly.
He smiled lightly, laughing on the inside. The Uchiha seriously thought he could take him down that easily? Maybe he was more a fool than he had thought.
Sasuke grinned back and this confused the other. Even on the brink of death, his pride keeps him from letting his fear show through?
He shook his head slowly and lifted his sand covered arm. It reformed his structure, giving his a lopsided look.
"Bad move Uchiha".
Then, he brought down his hammer like hand.