Alright, finally got around to finishing this story off...If you don't like tragedy stories. Then DON'T read this. I wrote this chapter solely for the purpose of giving my fans a decent, definent ending.
Random fact: I'm planning on Cosplaying as Kimimaro for the next Con. No promises yet.
Currently Listening to: Maneater- Nelly Furtado.
Here we go...
Again. Don't read if you don't like a depressing ending.
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Gaara headed into the house, this time he had let down his guard almost entirely. He'd never have expected him to strike again so soon.
Sakura's emerald eyes lit up gently with the soft candle light of Gaara's room as they walked into it.
"Gaara...I appreciate everything you've done for me...Truly. But. I haven't ever given you anything back.." She said almost apologetically.
"Don't...don't worry about it Sakura it's fine." He said, kissing her forehead gently and ran his fingers through her soft pink hair.
"N-no, Gaara...it's not." She looked into his teal eyes with a small smile. "I want to give you something for helping me all this time..."
Sakura kissed his lips lovingly, tracing her fingers down his chest. Gaara was slightly shocked by this, but just smiled, "Sakura...are you sure?" Sakura nodded lightly, then kissed his lips again, pushing her body against his so they were very close.
Gaara held tightly to her, sitting on his bed that was behind him, pulling Sakura onto his lap. "Alright, Sakura. As long as you are sure."
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Gaara lay across from her in the bed afterwards, with a slight smile on his face, he ran his hand through her soft pink hair. His own reddish hair stuck to his face some from the sweat that clung to his skin. Sakura shivered alittle and cuddled up to him.
"Gaara..sama.. I am so happy that I have you." She spoke softly and cuddled to him.
Gaara closed his eyes and nuzzled her cheek softly as she cuddled up to him.
"I love you." They both said at the same time.
"I love you too." They said, again, at the same time. Gaara pulled the blanket over them and eventually fell back asleep, as did Sakura. He was so happy with where he was at right now...he didn't want to let her go.
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In the morning, Gaara pushed his semi-long red hair from his face, getting up from where he was laying, he grabbed some clothes, having slept naked all night, and got into the shower.
Sakura woke up shortly after and got into the shower after Gaara was done. Something troubled her though...She just had a feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong, but she just pushed it aside for now.
Later on...
She would regret not having been more careful about her gut feelings.
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Gaara and her headed back home after school, his arm around her waist. "Sakura. You sure that you were entirely okay with what happened last night?" He asked her, making sure she was really fine with it.
"Of course! Otherwise I wouldn't have, right?" She giggled some, poking him in the side. Her cheeks turned slightly red, thinking about what had happened. It had truthfully been the best night of her life. Sakura hadn't been so incredibly happy in all her life.
As the two went inside of the house, Gaara got a strange chill down his spine. Something wasn't right and his first assumption was correct... but before he could do anything, Sakura screamed...and was pulled back, her father had a knife to her throat and a gun in his other hand...slowly, the gun raised at Gaara, his finger squeezed the trigger and Gaara tried to get out of the way, but was too late. The gun shot, a loud explosion ripping through the air. Gaara fell forward, the bullet had hit in the middle of his back.
Sakura screamed, ripping the knife from his hand and threw it aside, running up to her fallen lover, blood was already soaking his clothes. Before Sakura knew it, her father was gone. Tears streamed down her cheeks...
This couldn't be happening! NO!
She rolled him onto his back, his eyes were closed, and he seemed lifeless..
No...
He couldn't be..
Dead?
Sakura called for an ambulance, and then returned to his side. Her hands were shaking, her entire being was shaking. She couldn't believe what had just happened.
Gaara slowly opened his eyes, looking at her. Deep down...
He knew.
He knew that he wouldn't make it.
Gaara ran a hand through Sakura's hair again, pulling her down so that their lips met and when Sakura pulled away, his face seemed emotionless now, his eyes were closed.
When she felt for a pulse...she felt none.
At that moment, everything had changed.
Sakura screamed, burying her head in his chest.
No...
Not Gaara.
He'd done NOTHING! NOTHING!!
Why is it the good people must suffer? Why did he have to go?
Sakura's arms wrapped around his neck as she cried on his chest.
Why him?!
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Sorry to all you fans that were expecting a happy ending. I haven't ever been good at them...Hope you all enjoyed...or..not so much.. reading!
