Hurts So Good

Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto

Chapter 11:

In bed.

About 10 o'clock.

Mom walked in three minutes ago and kissed me goodnight. I finally just now finished my homework.

My stomach flipped from Butterfly to pain.

To hurt.

To surprise.

During P.E. he came back.

After 6 years of never seeing him he chooses now?

I hate my father.

More then Itachi.

More then Gaara.

Well me and Gaara were forced to be watchers of each other in the weight room and of course soon Gai forced me to be on the bench. We were doing fine with just silence and it was peaceful. I was staring at the ceiling and continuing my weights and he kept his hands under the bar and stared ahead then around.

Soon someone from his team found his way over and they started talking.

I just phased out until my muscles fell out and Gaara snapped to attention and grabbed it just before it slammed into my neck and chocked me.

"You're weak you know that . . ." He mocked as I sat up and rubbed my throbbing arms.

"I got to fifty thank you very much! That's fifty pounds too!"

"I was doing 70"

"You're just insane"

"Ha" He mocked and rolled his eyes and he crouched down.

"Ha what? You know Gaara you're such an ass!"

"Look who's talking" He snarled.

Soon we were standing and I was up in his face and we were snapping at each other with small words but large insults, one after another without missing a beat.

That's when he walked in.

"Hello? I'm looking for Nani Saritobi" My eyes went blank as I turned and my face went blank. Gaara eyed me then to the door.

"Who?" He whispered.

"Nani . . . My daughter" He blinked both his eyebrow bones going up in surprise.

"GO AWAY!" I screamed.

I didn't plan to say it.

It just slipped.

He looked to me and the man I had hated with all my being stood there. He eyed me up and down before a smile growing on his lips as I soon found a Glare and backed up.

"Nani, I'm out fo Rehab, I've kicked drinking! I can be your daddy now" He stated in a soft tone.

"NO! GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT YOU!" I screamed and he raced to me with his arms out wide only to have me leap over the bench and around the back of the other bench people and race out of the weight lifting room as the last bell rang and I could hear the people coming out.

I got to my buss when a hand grabbed me and began to pull me.

"Nani, come home with me!"

"LET GO, GO AWAY-!" I didn't mean to say what came next but it slipped. "YOU ALCOHOLIC ASSHOLE!" I whipped from his grip and in my surprise I saw Temari glare at my father instead of me as she got in front of me.

"Who are you?" My father hissed.

"Temari Sabaku . . . And I believe she said to go away!" She spat back at him and with a hand on my shoulder she walked us both on the buss and sat me down in a seat and sat down beside me.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Shut it princess, you're not off the hook" I rolled my eyes.

Gaara had gotten to them.

"Please don't call me Princess"

"Fine, Prep you're not off the hook"

"I can deal with that" I whispered as I slid into the seat and pulled my knees to my chest as I saw him walking across the Buss parking lot to my window and calling for me but I just pushed my window closed as tears built up in my eyes.

For a second time temari did something surprising.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her chest and rubbed my upper left arm as I closed my eyes and let the tears escape from my eyes.

I opened them just as Gaara sat beside Kankuro and was studying me closely as the buss went off. I closed my eyes again and looked down.

... 7:00...

Okay.

Temari is officially off my hate list.

"Temari, come by my house when ever you can . . . Without your brothers, I have something for you" I whispered to her as we walked off the buss and she nodded and let me run onto my porch and open the door.

I told my mother who went wide eyed and instantly was on the phone with Kohana's fine law service.

It was about 4: 50 before Temari knocked on my door. I had cleaned my face and was smiling as I led her into the bathroom and sat beside her as we rubbed the small shampoo into her hair. But you had to wait about 15 minutes before trying to wash it out.

"So do you mind me asking why you did that?"

"Not at all . . . Actually I did exactly what I wanted someone to do for me when I was in your position." She stated as we ate Chocolate and Cantaloupe on the cold tile bathroom floor as my mother explained everything.

She wanted a restraining order.

"Wait . . . I thought you guys didn't have parents"

"We don't . . . We did at some point, well actually I was your age when we moved here from Suna" She explained as she ate another chunk of chocolate and smashed a small spoonful of the fruit into her mouth.

"Really?" She nodded and swallowed.

"You see, my mother died after a year after Gaara was born . . . My father had pushed her into a pole and it had a sharp edge and it struck her heart. . . She went without much pain, they said the shock in her body numbed her from feeling anything but what would feel like a paper cut across her chest. My father was the Kazekage, and treated Gaara harshly. . . He hit and slapped Gaara which is why Gaara is as vicious as he is now, Kankuro and me were old enough to spend most of our nights with friends and we took turns bringing Gaara with us until he was old enough to lock himself in his room." She explained as I watched with intent, nibbling on a bar of chocolate in my hand.

"What happened?" I whispered. She smiled slightly

"Well, my father was murdered when I was 14 and in a force saying we couldn't stay in the village were my father was killed because it wasn't safe, by 15 we had moved here" She stated. As I smiled

"Sounds nice knowing someone helped you guys out"

"Yea . . . The person was my uncle Yashamaru. He says he'll always watch over us. He's a sweet man. When me and Kankuro couldn't watch Gaara during school when he was an infant Yashamaru was at the house and watching over Gaara . . . He gave Gaara the idea of using his impressive personality studying skills to draw. He set Kankuro on the track of mechanics and me in the art of strategy, I mean, I might be the next Kazekage or the President of an important company" I smiled again.

"Sounds nice"

"It does . . . Hey, what do you want to be?"

"Famous . . . Dancing, I mean, Before Guard and between my Basketball years I was dancing everyday. Tenten used to dance with me and so did Hinata is how we met when we were 4 and have been best friends ever since. Hinata kept doing dance while Tenten went into kick boxing and sword fighting which is where she met Neji, Hinata wants to be a nurse and Kiba wants to be a vet which is where she met him. I chose Guard. I love it but I'm always going to be a dancer at heart" I explained as we laughed and we leaned her head over the tube and washed it out and she watched with a sigh of relief as the green washed down the tub.

"You know you're not as bad as you seem"

"Yea . . . You guys just didn't give me a chance . . . I mean some times I can be a- well bluntly, a bitch and all hooked up on myself and those who are just as popular but I am usually a nice person. I mean Lee wouldn't be the soccer star he is if I hadn't had convinced him what good use his running and kicking skills were for. Hinata would still stutter and be shy around everyone and be without her precious Kiba if I hadn't had showed her she could be brave" I explained as all of the shampoo was washed from her hair.

"Yea . . . I guess I can give you a second chance" She laughed as we stood up and dried her hair. She helped me clean up the fruity and chocolaty mess before I gave her the shampoo and told her to wash their clothes in it and to wash Kankuro's hair with it.

Now I sit in my bed with an empty feeling slightly.

My stomach is full but I feel empty. She got over her father, Why couldn't I get over mine. He pushed me to the ground all the time, he was always drunk and nearly killed me in my sleep once. He stabbed my mother in the leg once and she still has the scar.

Six years.

Six years.

I don't hate Gaara as much now.