I Will Return
Chapter 11: A Forced Meeting….
Ok, I had this all ready so I was just like, 'Why not?' Oban will be updated tomorrow. I messed up on some thins. Sorry. So, I would like to go ahead and say that I thank you all that reviewed and to those who are actually interested in my stories. It means a lot to me. Thank you very much and on with the show or at least that's what my friend says in something that is actually interesting.
Gaara's Point of View….
Gaara sighed as he felt the jerk of the plane land on the runway. He knew any minute now, Temari would call him asking him to get there as quickly as possible. It was only four in the afternoon, and well a day after the left. He sometimes got so confused with the time zones and everything. But he didn't care about that right now. He closed his eyes, having the feeling that Ino already told Sakura and now she was either very upset with him or she was very angry with him.
He smiled, remembering the last time she got mad at him. They were in the lunch room, back when they were in high school, just started dating, and he was sitting with Chigroato and Nami, his two most oldest friends he ever had. He was a little disappointed that they had to change the play and then set up another stage, just so that the dumb actors didn't trip over their own feet. Nami always told him that the director and their drama teacher was always bowing to the more high priced actors that had air in their instead of a brain.
He laughed at her joke, but stopped when he saw Sakura walking toward him. He rose out of his seat and pulled out the one next to him. He watch her smile as she took her seat and joined the rest of them…
He was silent for only a moment before he heard Chigroato say the unthinkable. "Hey, Gaara. Why is she sitting with us? I thought she was Sasuke's little fan girl." He asked. Gaara slapped his hand to his face. Why make it worse.?
"Chig, she's not Sasuke's fan girl. She's Gaara's girlfriend. He told you this when we were fixing the stage this morning, remember?" Nami said, slapping Chigroato upside the head.
Gaara closed his eyes, waiting for Sakura to explode on them, but she didn't. She just let her head fall down, looking at her tray of food. That worried him. "Sakura, are you ok? He didn't mean anything by it. He's just ignorant sometimes." Gaara said. He waited again for her to explode, but instead, she rose out of her seat and left.
Gaara then, after watching her leave, glared at Chig, trying to keep his eyes away from his and stuffing his face. Gaara immediately rose out of his seat and went after her. He knew exactly where she was. He headed for the garden that sat behind the school.
He slowly opened the gate and let it loudly latch back to the white picket fence. He moved forward a bit before being grabbed by someone in the corner and pulled onto the swing. He covered his eyes, thinking it was one of his stalkers that haven't been leaving him alone. But, when he opened his eyes, he found Sakura holding his hand.
He sat up and saw that she had fire in her eyes. "Sakura, you know that Chig meant nothing by it. He was just having a blonde moment." Gaara said quickly.
She glared at him. "I know that. You think I am angry about that? I'm not angry at the fact that Chig doesn't know when to shut up." She said. Gaara was confused.
"Then what are you mad about?" He asked Regretting it. Hearing her sighed in frustration.
"I'm mad at you. At what you didn't do." She said. He just stared at her for a minute but then understanding what she meant. He didn't stand up for her when Chig had unintentionally insulted her. He sighed, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry. I know that I should have said something, but I thought you were going to lash at him. You usually do that when someone is insulting you." He said, trying to figure out why she didn't.
"Because, I wanted to see how good of a boyfriend you would be, you know, standing up for me and making those that want to hurt me to stay away. So, I thought that if I don't respond, then he would for me." She said, lowering her face now.
Gaara smiled, lifting her head back up. "I do that all the time. I did it when we were little and when we were in middle school and I still do it now. I just thought you would rather take the honor of hitting him like crazy. You know what? I'll make you a promise. From now on, if you don't stand up for yourself or even if you do, I will stand up for you. Protect you." He said, watching her eyes glisten with joy.
"You promise? No, Pinky promise?" She said as she raised her pinky to his hand. He shook his head.
"How about this?" He said as he pulled her into a kiss. This kiss was different. It felt warm and gentle and had some meaning behind it.
He pulled away and smiled at her. "There's my promise. And that, you can always count on." He said letting his forehead rest against hers…
From that moment, he swore to himself that he would always be there for her, but now it seems he has broken that promise twice. He was jerked out of his thoughts when Kiba tapped him on the shoulder.
"Come on. Time to go. We got a busy night ahead of us." He heard him say. Gaara sighed as he unbuckled his seat belt and made his way out of the plane and trough the terminal. He paused at the exit when he saw Temari and Kankuro waiting for him.
"Gaara!" He heard her exclaim. He smiled as she ran to hug him. Letting her throw herself on him, he closed his eyes, returning the gesture.
"God, I missed you and your commanding voice and demanding ways." She said into his chest. Gaara chuckled a little.
" My big sister missed me and all my glory? Yeah, I can say you guys need help." He said as she he released her and looked over to a tired Kankuro.
"You have no idea what is going on." He said, trying to smile. Gaara could tell that they have been working very hard.
"Well, I'm here now. Let's get this all done so that you guys can go home at around five in the morning." He said as he followed Kiba to the suitcase lines.
He felt his gut fall when he reached his hand into his pocket and the box was gone. Where did he leave it? He thought long and hard, stepping to the side of people as they passed by. He remembered being angry for one second and then he threw something against the wall. He slapped his forehead. He threw the ring? What kind of idiot throws a proposing ring at a wall? A pretty stupid enraged idiot it appears. He thought as he mentally slapped himself.
He'll have to call the hotel and ask them to send the ring over to him later. He regained his composure and went over to Kiba, who was standing with both of their suitcases. Gaara smiled and nodded to his friend. As they began to walk to the exit, he felt his sister eyeing, as if knowing what he did and was intent on making him squeal.
As Kiba signaled the limo waiting just outside the airport, Gaara heard Temari's cell go off. He looked back at her, seeing her answer and then handed it to him. He sighed and made a mental note. Vacation and his life was now over…..
New York….
Sakura's Point of View….
Sakura pulled out her many bathroom items: toothbrush, tooth paste, shampoo and conditioner, a razor, hair products, body wash and finally her hairbrush. She didn't need her hair dryer, knowing very well that Japan was full of hair dryers of all sorts. She then hurried back to her suitcase in her room and stuff them into a small carrying case and put it into the larger luggage.
She ignored the look Ino gave her as she made her way to her dresser and took out a few shorts and shirts to put on. "Sakura, why are you going to Japan? Aren't you going to wait for him again? Wait for him to come back for you?" Ino asked, stopping Sakura from her now deterred movements.
"Because, I am not some damn damsel in distress. I have waited for him for almost half my life and now that I can be with him again, I refuse to let him go again. I am going to go to him and tell him that I'm not leaving his side, whether he thinks that I am a damsel or will welcome me completely." She said, then put her clothes into her suitcase. She closed the top and clipped it into place. She looked to her nightstand and grabbed her credit card.
She had already called the airport and ordered her tickets, which she used the money she had been saving for a new house out in the country, but she could always save again later. She quickly placed her card in her pocket and removed her suitcase from her bed.
"I'm going because I love him, Ino. I have to go to him." She said as she brushed past her and made her way to her stairs.
"Sakura, did you ever consider that maybe he might want you to stay?" Ino yelled as Sakura reached the bottom of the stairs. Sakura sighed as she looked up at Ino.
"Have you ever considered going to Kiba when you have enough money to buy a ticket to Japan?" She countered. Sakura smiled when she saw her friend run down to stairs and grabbed her arm.
"You're gonna go even if I try to stop you, aren't you?" She asked. Sakura nodded.
"It's my day off. I'll do what I want to on it. Now, are you coming or what?" She asked, seeing Ino smile brightly.
"Like hell I'm going to let you go by yourself." She said as she followed Sakura out the door and headed for the airport.
To Japan…..
Gaara's Point of View….
Gaara glared at the very man he had to thank for him being back so early. Arata was a very unreliable man and if he wasn't given a concrete offer, he would refuse. Gaara had dealt with him before, but that was when he was threatening to cut his funds for the New year celebration and such.
Now, he was responsible for bringing him away from Sakura. If he was the men he was a few years ago, he would not be sitting before him in any manner at all. But, he had to restrain himself. Instead, he pulled a file folder out and slide it over the table they sitting at, letting the corner hit him in ribs.
"That's my deal, Arata. Either you take it or I will take you ample supply of equipment for your science laboratories that you depend on so much." Gaara said, standing up and taking his leave.
"I'll give you time to think it over. If you need me, I'll be in my office." He said as he shoved the door open and letting the slam of it closing echo through the building.
He growled as he opened the door to his office and slammed it as well. He hated how so of these business owners worked their company. Either they have what they want or they cut everything and leave and Gaara was the one person that would give them a once in a lifetime to work with him, but if they screwed him over, like Arata did, he would either cut their funds he provided or give them the worse available opportunity he could think of. As he sat in his chair, reading over some papers, he looked over a picture of Sakura when she was a teen. She was wearing beautiful beach dress, her hair was pulled back and she was wearing a sun hat. She had told him that she would only wear it once and only because he thought it looked hot on her. And it did, but after he took the picture, she took it off and threw it at him.
He smiled at her temper and fun loving of teasing him. But, then he felt his heart constrict, remembering what he did and what he had done to her. He lowered his head and let out a low sigh. He was gone for only a day and he was aching for her. His body was screaming for her warmth that he felt almost every single night, sleeping next to her, having her head lay on his chest and being so content.
He sighed again, this time giving a small glance to his phone that sat on his desk. He could feel his temptation of calling her and talking to her. His heart screamed at him to dial her number, but he restrained himself. He had an epidemic on his hands and he had to take care of it. He became enrage when he looked at the phone again and in one swift moment, picked it up and threw it at the wall with such force that it broke into many pieces.
He glared out the window, not wanting to look at one statistic paper right now. He felt so frustrated with himself. Why couldn't he have both things that he wanted. Well, the company he didn't want that much, but he wanted Sakura so much more. He knew that if he left right now, leaving Temari and Kankuro to burn with the company, he would feel nothing in his heart. He would feel nothing for Sakura. He wouldn't be himself.
He shut his eyes tight and growled out the window. "Are you happy, father? Are you happy that I can't be with the one I love because of your damn curse you put on me?" He asked no one, glaring all around the walls.
"Because I sure as hell aren't. You couldn't see me be happy, could you? Not after everything I did to please you. You were never satisfied enough from what I offer and every time I see someone that won't be satisfied, I think of you and wanting to just choke them to death." He said as he clutched his head tightly as he sat back down in his chair.
"Why did you hate me so much?" He silently asked. He let his mind and body shiver for a few minutes, until he found new strength to push back the anguish and get back to work. He picked up another file and opened it. It held information about their supplies and the budget in the process of acquiring it.
He looked through the list and selected a few equipment and only a selective of chemicals that his scientist needed. He placed the forms back into the folder and then placed it to the right of his desk, so Temari knew she had to pick it up. Before he could reach for the next file, there was a small knock at his door.
"Come in." He said in a monotone. He picked up one of the small notes he had and jot down some notes and reminders to visit the supply unit of his company. He looked up to see Kiba, holding a package wrapped in a yellow paper like box.
"It's from one of your business partners. I believe it was Orochimaru. The guy in charge of the plastic surgery business on the south side of Tokyo." He said, handing him the package. Kiba then sat down in front of his desk and watched Gaara open it in a slow manner.
Gaara was surprised to find as he opened it, a small combatant letters and forms that he was looking for. Underneath them was a note stuck to one of the agreements they made only a year ago. He handed the forms to Kiba to look at and then proceeded to looking at the note. He glared at how his writing flaunted over the paper:
Gaara,
I would like you to know that my newest patron has informed me of how you are doing in this 'crisis' that you call. I am well aware that you had your sister call the Strikers co-owner and had him come and meet you the minute you returned to Japan. Though, you may get this in later notice, we need to have a little chat about your fathers early 'distribution' and cause of this horrible disaster and causing you to come home early. I hope you don't mind, I sent back the contract that we agreed to and I hope you haven't forgotten my terms in the agreement.
Sincerely, Orochimaru.
Gaara growled as he crumpled the letter in his fist. He knew all along that his company would be in trouble when he left. He knew and he sent back their first term form to remind him of his terms in which Gaara couldn't leave Japan for another three years, until Orochimaru had all the money he needed in his experiments.
He handed Kiba the letter and let him read it. After a few minutes, Kiba looked up at him, giving him a very 'Oh great. Not this' look. "You have got to be kidding me. I thought that term was valid like years ago." Kiba stated, placing the files and letter on his desk.
Gaara shook his head. "Apparently not. Not to him. I'll have to look at my side of the term and see if I can prove it valid. If I can't, then I can't leave Japan for a while. Damn that man! He knew from the beginning. Ever since I left, he knew." Gaara seethed out as he looked at the files again. They were consents of the company's past records and secret files that only Gaara was allowed to look at. His anger began to rise even more.
Not only was this not allowed, but Orochimaru was able to get a hold of them. That meant he might have his half of the terms and agreement0.
"If he got to these, who knows what else he got a hold of." Kiba said as he read the letter again. He looked at the word distribution and looked to Gaara.
"What does he mean by, distribution?" Kiba asked. Gaara sighed as he rubbed his temples.
"He means the deal my father made with him to try and get enough money for the company to live off of. When he finally had enough, Orochimaru want compensation for all the money he was now making and well, he refused. After my father over to me, he approached me and being I was new at the business partner thing, I only agreed to giving him a once a month delivery run of supplies he needed for two years, then we made terms and he promised he wouldn't take advantage of my company's endorsement and budget while I promised to stay with the company, see it out of it's first dark time and raise it for the next three years. Now, I have no idea why he is playing this now." Gaara said as he settle back into his chair and placed his head into his hands.
Gaara could feel that something was not right here. If Orochimaru wanted to be a single owner, then why did he threaten Gaara that if he didn't stay, something bad would happen? hen it hit him.
It already has.
He already had something bad happen. His company. Orochimaru had complete access to the supply on the science equipment they needed. And what were in trouble of losing? Supplies for their own well being. And with out supplies, the budget would then suffer and then Gaara would have to find other ways into getting the money.
"That damn snake!" He said as he slammed the papers on the desk. He planned it all and Gaara fell for it, like an idiot, but that meant that he had to of ordered at some kind of date for things he needed. He had to know what day he did.
"Kiba, go down to the file room and get me all of the dates consisting of the days that we were gone and hurry." He said, watching Kiba nod and take off out the door.
Gaara looked down at the forms and sneered at them. There was no way in hell he was going to be out done by a 59 year old snake that can't even lift a finger without getting his hands dirty. He growled as he looked out his windows and tried to think of Sakura, maybe happy that he left to give her a chance to live the life she had built. That was no chance in his heart, the truth.
With Sakura, on the plane for the last four hours….
Sakura looked out the window. It was now seven o'clock at night. She could feel her body relax against the rough fabric of the planes provided chair. She tried to ignore her fighting urge to run up to the pilot and tell him to go faster. But, she knew that if she wanted what wanted she had to be patient and wait, but dear God almighty. This plane was moving so slow.
She looked over her shoulder to see Ino looking through the isle of chairs and sighed.
"What are you looking for, Ino?" Sakura asked. Ino was about to retort but then perked up when she saw the flight attendant coming her way with something. Sakura gave her a questionable look.
"This." She said, taking what looked like a phone and showing her a many dialed numbers. Sakura sighed.
"I give up. Why do you have phone?" She asked as she settled back in her seat.
"Because, right now, we are in range of Japan's communication tower and I can get in touch with Kiba and let him know I'm coming to him." She as she started dialing his number.
"No!" Sakura said as she grabbed the phone away from her. Ino looked almost hurt.
"Why not? I have to let him know I'm coming now so that he'll know I'm there. I didn't get a chance back at the airport because the officer was too busy 'frisking me'." Ino said as she gave Sakura a pleading look.
Sakura sighed and handed her the phone but snatched it back. "Ok, you can call him, but you have to make sure that he doesn't tell Gaara that I'm coming for him. Ok" Sakura said, seeing her friend quickly nod her head. And dialing his number like her life depended on it…..
Kiba's Point of View….
Kiba didn't know why Gaara sent him down to the file room and he had no idea why he wanted the files and records for the days they were gone, but he didn't question him and what he wanted. So, like a good friend, he completely found several records of their absence and what happened.
He piled them up and stacked them on one of the filing cabinets and went searching for the rest when his phone started to ring. He sighed and pulled out his phone.
Unknown caller…..
Kiba sighed and flipped it opened and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked, not believing what he heard next.
"Kiba, it's me Ino. Listen I don't have much time on this phone but, Sakura and I are on a plane heading for Japan. I tried telling her that Gaara wanted her to wait for him, but she insisted on going to him. We are probably about three hours out or so. Don't tell Gaara that Sakura is coming for him and when we get there, we're going to help as much as we can. Ok, I gotta go. Love you. Bye." And she was gone.
He couldn't believe what he just heard. Sakura and Ino were coming and They didn't want Gaara to know? Now this was going to be interesting to watch when it all goes down. Kiba smiled as he hurried and found the remaining records and headed back to Gaara, who was in for a big surprise.
This chapter was basically about Gaara what happened when he was gone so yeah. I hope you guys like Gaara getting mad because you haven't seen nothing yet. So, please review and tell me what you think.