Gaara let Sakura wrap her arms around him in her sleep, and let her press her somewhat dainty head to his chest. She seemed to like being close to him, and Gaara didnt' mind it at all- in fact he liked it when she slept close to him like this. It made him feel human. She sighed softly into his soft, smooth skin and he closed his eyes, beckoning the sleep closer. It came slowly at first,but then swept him under in one feel swoop.
The moment his eyes closed he wished that he hadn't. He was being chased by the damn toilet again! He ran down the hallway, and took a wrong turn somewhere along the way. He was cornered now, and he had no chance of escape unless he was planning on magically teleporting out of there. So what if it was his dream? He had about as much control over that as he did over his bed head. Which was not at all.
"What do you want from me?!" He shouted at the toilet.
"Stop puking in me! How would you like it if I puked into your mouth!?" Retorted the toilet, snapping it's mouth open and shut to emphasize its point. Gaara was getting it's point all right, but he didn't think that the toilet cared too much.
Gaara started to nervously back away inch to the right, and the toilet pounced. It caught his head between the seat and started to viscously snap open and shut on his head. Gaara could feel the slapping of the toilet seat on his head, and it hurt something awful.
"Stop! I won't puke in you anymore, I swear!" Yelled Gaara.
Sakura, who had been sleeping on his chest in content sleep had been awoke by the cry of: I won't puke in you anymore! She shook Gaara awake, still giggling like an idiot when he finally came around.
"Y-you are such a dork!" She laughed through giggles. Gaara scowled and rolled over onto his other side so he faced away from her."Oh, come on, Gaara! I was kidding!"
Gaara only grunted in response, though he didn't roll over. He stared angrily at the wall, ignoring her pleading touch and sensual kisses on his shoulder. "Fine. Be a grouch!" Retorted Sakura, rolling away from to face away from him on her side. She toyed with the bed sheet and sighed, wishing she hadn't opened her mouth. Just because he was out of the Institution didn't mean he was automatically cured. He was still touchy and sensitive, whether or not he would admit it.
Sakura traced the pattern on the bedspread and wondered idly what he sister was doing. Probably having a romp with Sai- Sai seemed like the type that Ino would go for. Especially considering the fact that that was one of the main things Ino seemed to go for. But, that was probably why the majority of her relationships turned to shit- she didn't usually look for love in a relationship.
Gaara couldn't believe that she was being so rude as to poke fun at his nightmares, and the awful reaction he was having to them. That was the scaredest he'd been in a long time, and yet she was making fun of him and calling him a dork. Well, he'd deny her the right to even look at him, which he knew she loved to do when she was tired. She seemed to think that if she thought about it enough, just before she went to sleep, that she would dream of him.
He didn't mind the fact that she wanted to dream about him, but he wished she would think before she treated some nastily. If there was thing he hated, it was being made fun of. But, at least Sakura didn't do that too much. God knows his brother did, but he couldn't really help himself. Sakura thought it was good to be exposed to that, because it would mean that he had to learn to deal with it. A lot of his improvements were small and trivial, but somewhat meaningful to him.
He had made one improvement that she particularly enjoyed. Gaara didn't need use of the bonds that she'd made sure he left at the Institution. Thank god for small favors, huh? Though, Sakura was worried about one thing. She hadn't gotten her period as she'd been supposed to, but she couldn't tell Gaara, not as fragile as he still wafs.
She could only hope that he wouldn't notice. But, seeing as he was one of the most perceptive men she'd ever met, she could be sure he'd find out sooner or later.
Kai took a long drag on the edge of the glass, slipping slowly and deliberately. The instant the drink hit her tongue she squealed. She waved her hands around and then flashed him a thumbs up and a smile. "Yum! What the heck is this?! I love it!"
"Well, its close to a Jolly Rancher, but I added some Blueberry Schnapps to it. I haven't got a name for it, but Tsu-ru calls it the Gay Cowboy, because it's all fruity." Kankuro shrugged and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Asked Kai, leaning in and taking a sip of her cocktail.
"I don't know. It's just... I'm trying to have a good time, but I just feel really run down tonight. I slept on the floor last night." Kankuro rubbed at the back of his neck subconsciously, and Kai only smiled.
"You know, my friends tell me I have magic fingers." She smirked, wiggling her fingers. "I'm apparently the best masseuse of all my friends. But, that's kind of awkward, you know..." Kai turned a little red, and resolved to steal another tiny sip of her drink. She was glad she was particularly buzzing yet, because for her it was a pretty thin line to walk on.
"Not really." Shrugged Kankuro. "Now that is odd, haha!" A man, was giving getting it on with woman right in the middle of the bar on the pool table, and Kankuro grabbed his walkie-talkie and order security to come get them.
Kai had turned a deep red, and she repressed a nervous giggle. "What's the world coming to when you can't even find a stall to have sex in?" She laughed, and then added the fact that she was kidding, and then scowled. She was being weird again.
"You don't think before you speak, do you?" Asked Kankuro rudely, unaware of the fact that to any other girl this might be an insult.
"Right to the point, huh? And no, not really!" Laughed Kai. "I'm like a teeny-bopper-fan-girl. Think first, and let P-R do the damage control."
Kankuro smiled and sighed. "My mouth has gotten me into trouble a few- okay, a lot of times. My brother just glares at me whenever I say something strange, or rude." Kankuro shrugged and downed a shot even though he was bar tending. Apparently he was that good at holding his liquor. He pushed her new cocktails, one after the other knowing fully well what he was doing. But, even though she was buzzed or drunk- he couldn't tell- her thought process didn't seem that impaired. (Never been wasted before, so STFU! I know that's bull, but my body is pretty tolerant and I'm level headed person. Screw you.:))
"So, how about that back rub?" Smiled Kankuro after hefting a large box of liquor onto the counter. "My back is killing me." He didn't care who she was at the moment- if he could get a back rub out of it-great.
Kai thought about it then sighed. "If people can have sex on a pool table in a crowded room, I guess I can rub your back..." Kai easily pulled herself over the counter, and then gladly accepted the stool that Kankuro offered her. "Deep tissue or ...?"
"Hard." Grunted Kankuro, pouring a scruffy looking man a drink.
Kai positioned herself on the stool behind him, and then placed her small, strong hands on his shoulders and flexed her fingers, testing his back muscles. They were tight, and wrought with tension."You don't do this very often, do you?"
"Never, actually." Confessed Kankuro, shrugging his muscled shoulders. Kai sighed and began to slowly knead his skin and muscles. Kankuro's eyes bulged out for a second at the strange feelings of relief and comfort and then felt his muscles tense as he wondered if she'd felt it. She ran her fingers in a no-nonsense matter down his spine, a finger on each side of the vertebrates, and applying pressure evenly. She worked back up his spine and branch out to circle her thumbs in firm, relaxing circles and when Kankuro remained tensed she scowled audibly.
"Kankuro, chill out. That's the point of a massage. I don't care what you've been told- but you need to relax in order for this to work." Kankuro forced his shoulders to drop, and then had to remind himself every-so-often to keep them dropped down. After a while though, her fingers settled into a rhythm and she was literally turning him to putty. He wanted to lie down so she could continue the back massage- that way he could just drift off to sleep.
Kankuro leaned against the bar, stretching his muscles back out in all its glory, and Kai repressed a smile. She'd never imagined to find the hottie from the psychologist's office at the bar, serving tantalizing drinks that she couldn't turn down. They were too damn good! And his muscles.... She wanted to rip off his shirt and rub oil all over them. But that was neither here nor there.
Kai worked over to his shoulders and sighed, her eyes growing heavy as well. She wondered if her friends had left yet, and hoped that they hadn't. Because that would mean that they took her car... Oh well, she could just hail a taxi. Her hands were slowing down, and Kankuro was taking note of the slower and slower sighs and sometime sudden breaks to crack her fingers of shake them loose to wake them up disturbed the massage somewhat, but his nerve endings were still tingling at the feel of her touch.
"Kankuro...?" She murmured slowly, leaning her head forward and yet resisting the urge to lean her forehead against his back.
"Mmm?" Answered Kankuro, scanning the bad to see if anyone was asking for second shots. He was propped up on his elbows, and whenever he felt her do something particularly good he'd dip his head down and let it hang.
"I'm really sorry, but my hands are falling asleep." She almost-whispered.
"Mmkay." Sighed Kankuro, letting her get down from the stool. "Uh, thanks. That was ... nice."
"No problem, Kanku..." Kai had sat down on the opposite side of the bar near one of her friends and had rested her head was already slipping off into sleep as the girl beside her began to throw back more and more shots. Kankuro sighed, and turned his attention back to tending the bar.
A man of average height plopped down next to Kai and ordered a shot of whiskey and a glass of Scotch. He downed the whiskey and sipped the Scotch, eying the women at the bar carefully. He was hunting. He brushed his dingy golden hair out of his green eyes and sighed. The harsh smell of the liquor on his breath was strong and somehow stale as though he'd been drinking all evening.
"Hey, girls, has she been drinking?" Asked the odd looking man, pointing to Kai.
The girls only giggled and nodded, thinking he had meant the girl behind in front of Kai. "Tsk, tsk. Come on honey. You need to stop drinking so much!" He began to help Kai up and wrapped a protective arm around Kai.
Kankuro eyed her angrily, mad at the fact that she would act in such a manner even if she wasn't single. He turned his thoughts to the shot in front of him and swallowed it wordlessly.
"Who the hell are you!?" Spat Kai, attempting to pull herself free of the strange man's hold.
"Honey, it's me! You've just had too much to drink is all," Sighed the man, trying to look caring. Kai would've broken free, if not for the fact that she was inebriated and impossibly tired.
"Kankuro!" She squealed, still tugging at her arm as she tried to wrench it free. "I don't want... No- stop it!"
Kankuro looked up, at the sound of his name, hearing the urgency behind it. His gaze settled on Kai and he scowled, realizing that it wasn't her boyfriend but one of the weird sickos that picked up drunk girls and guided them out of the bar- even though they had no idea who the girls were. They would be able to look like the responsible caring boyfriend, and the girls would look drunk and out of their mind.
"Do we have a problem here?" He snapped boredly, pulling Kai easily out of the creeper's grip.
"No, my girlfriend here-"
"I'm not your girlfriend! I don't even know you!" Hissed Kai, angrily pushing the man backward.
Kankuro once again talked into the walkie-talkie and a burly looking security guard came to 'see the man out'.
Kai swayed uncertainly, her fatigue washing over her and the dizziness of the alchohol in her system combining together to make a dizzy-bomb. " 'Ro, I need to sit down..."
Kankuro sighed and helped her back to the bar, wondering why on Earth he'd gotten a new nickname. He liked his own name just fine, but at least he didn't have a crazy nickname, like mumbled something incoherent and fatigued, and he just sighed.
He helped her behind the counter, because if she was going to sleep, she might as well leave the seat open so he could get another person to by drinks. At least that was what he told his boss when he asked why there was a young lady sleeping behind the counter.
Author's Note- So yes, this is sidetracked, and no it doesn't capture the beginning, but I am working on it. SERIOUSLY. I am already plotting it out, and I know how it's going to happen, and who will do what, so please bear with me! Thank you Kallou- I used your suggesiton! :D And thank SuperHyuga YoshiChan, even though that wasn't exactly what I was going for. :)
Lauren/Mellokai.
P.S. I know I am going to kill them off, so there needs to be a bit more time anyway. :) THINGS NEED TO GROW! :D MUHAHAH!