Here is the next chapter for Dear diary!

Warning there is lemon in this chapter!

Gaara glared audaciously at the two figures that entered the room. They were both tall with broad shoulders and piercing eyes. The person that spoke was covered in blue, their skin was tattooed blue and smiled widely with razor-sharp teeth and indented scars along his cheek. His partner stood near, black eyes and black hair, everything they wore was black.

"Kisame Hoshigaki… Itachi Uchiha…" Gaara growled and pushed Sakura lightly from his grasp.

"Sabaku No Gaara…" Kisame chuckled, he walked over to the two pair, "I have heard a great deal of this… Beauty. It seems she is worth every trouble she has caused, hahaha." He laughed crudely.

Gaara shifted Sakura so she was standing behind him and shielded her from the tall man's view. Sakura glanced up as she took in the man above her, he looked like he could eat her. She gripped Gaara's bicep and hid into his shoulder. Gaara's warmth spread through her as she caged herself towards him, the smell coming from him made her hum in bless.

"Now, now." He threw his hands up in the air, "we are here in peace."

"What do you both want?" Gaara demanded.

"Hm." A chuckle escaped from Itachi, he walked to stand next to Kisame and tried to stare at the pink-haired girl standing behind Gaara, "We are in for official business, it just appears to be a simple… coincidence. Nothing more."

Gaara growled, "Then you must be on your way." Gaara nudged his head to the door on the other side of the room.

"Yes." Itachi stated, "Kisame…"

Kisame gave another crude smile and began to circle the pair, glancing dangerously at the young girl hiding, "But what about this one here? Sasuke has quite a fascination, I hear. Well, at less part fascination now considering what has happened to him, haha." He laughed sharply.

Gaara, as quick as lightning, gripped the older gentleman by the shirt to hold him in place. Kisame held his hands in the air and stared down at the young boy, unfazed by the situation. He only smiled more widely and laughed harder.

"Don't worry, you can keep your girl." He looked at his partner, "For now… You wouldn't know what happened to Sasuke though, do you?"

Gaara quickly raised his fist to throw the first punch when Sakura gripped his hand and pulled it to her face, she smiled warmly and pressed each finger to her mouth to give them a kiss. He loosened his hold on the older gentleman, who quickly brushed himself off and smoothed down his crinkled shirt.

"How interesting…" He stepped back from the couple to give them both a good look down, "I heard she was sheep and mute, hardly one to stand up and do anything for herself or others…"

"Kisame," Itachi warned.

"Hm," Kisame growled but stopped looking at the couple.

"Apologies for the intrusion… I do hope though we can see each other… Again…" Itachi glanced at the couple and looked towards the doorway, "Ah, Sasori… How glad of you to join us."

Sasori smirked lightly and walked over to the small circle, "I see you have met my new work of art." Sasori looked Sakura up and down admirably.

"Indeed…" Itachi agreed and nodded, "A fine piece of art." He smiled warmly at Sakura, who pressed herself against Gaara. Gaara glared at Itachi with hate, who only smiled warmly at Gaara, "I am appreciating the beauty you have found Gaara, nothing more." He turned to Sasori and Kisame, "Kisame and I have business to attend with you now, if you may."

Sasori nodded, "Yes, follow me." He turned to the other two pairs, "Gaara… Sakura." He nodded his head and walked away from them both, with Itachi and Kisame in toll. They both smirked at the couple as they walked out of the room.

Gaara relaxed momentarily as he watched them walkout, he placed an arm protectively around Sakura's waist and pulled her in for another fierce kiss. Again, they battled over for dominance over the other. Gaara's tongue quickly swept in for the win, Sakura moaned in pleasure of the feel of him and wrapped both of her arms around his neck, she put her hands in his hair and tugged on the messy strands of hair. Gaara lightly bit on her lower lip which enticed another moan for the young girl.

"Oi Gaara!" Naruto burst through the door of the room, puffing, and huffing as he looked at the two pair in the room, "Itachi and Kisame are here talking with Sasori!" He growled, "That little snitch! He could have told us those two were going to be here!"

Gaara growled angrily and pushed Sakura off him once again, he glared angrily at his blonde friend and crossed his arms over his chest, "Did you really have to barge in here and tell me that!" he stalked angrily up to his friend, "I have been interrupted twice now in the span of 5 minutes and I am getting really fucking pissed off!"

"Woah, Woah!" Naruto brought his hands in the air and stepped back to put some distance between himself and Gaara, "That's not all that I came in here for!" he gulped before continuing, "Kankuro is back and he told me he has something very important to tell you!"

Gaara stopped in his track and nodded his head for the blonde to continue.

"Kankuro said the shipment didn't make it in." he scratched the back of his head and looked down, "apparently someone had already raided the shipment before it even got to the docks!"

Gaara growled and pinch the bridge of his, "I needed those shipments!" he clenched his fist as he spat angrily.

"Well, luckily he found a lead. Apparently, it's from one of the lower level gangs, nothing we can't handle. But they have been quite a handle recently, and…" Naruto walked closer to Gaara to whisper to him, "He reckons another bigger gang has paid them to try and ruin our shipments. The same gang those two are from!"

Sakura stood there uneasily as she waited for the two boys to stop talking. She didn't really understand what they were saying, but she was aware there was supposed to be some type of shipment the boys were looking forward to. She was still a little unease from the confrontation between the two older gentlemen, Itachi and Kisame.

The way Itachi looked at her made her skin crawl, but the way Kisame looked at her made her feel worse. It was almost like he wanted to tear her in two and eat her insides.

She shivered at the thought, I really hope I don't see those two again, I don't think I could keep up whatever is in my stomach if they were to be in the same room as me!

"Ask him where this one's gang is, and we should infiltrate there tonight. Get everyone in on this, I want no exceptions and I want this done with!" Gaara spat and then turned the Sakura.

"Go find Temari again, she will take you home…" He brought a hand to her cheek and gave her soft peck on the lips before smashing his lips to hers, "I will be home later to show the new appreciation of my Sakura!"

Still dazed from the kiss, Sakura could only nod as she watched them exist the room in a heated discussion.

True to her word, Sakura also walked out of the room in search of Temari.

She found Temari in one of the many rooms within the warehouse, it took a while to search for her but apparently, she had gotten the memo from Gaara as she, too, was looking for the pink-haired girl.

They were currently sitting in Temari's car in silence, although it wasn't a very comfortable silence. The two girls hadn't spoken properly since she had warned Sakura of Gaara, and when she tried to warn her again when she woke up.

Now, Sakura didn't know how to feel about Temari, nor did she know what to say to the older woman. Apparently, neither did Temari as the small room around them was filled with silence. Temari kept her eyes on the road and her two hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"So…" Sakura began, "Do you know… Where Gaara has gone?" she questioned.

Temari's hands tightened on the wheel, turning them a pale white compared to her nature brown, "Apparently to another warehouse an hour away or so." She said briefly.

"Oh." Sakura shifted in her seat, "How's Kankuro? Naruto said something about him briefly, but I hadn't heard anything about him said the other night…"

Temari winced, "I rather not talk about it…"

"Well, is he okay? Gaara shot his- "

"I said I didn't want to talk about it!" Temari spat. "Gaara has hurt Kankuro and me enough! I am tired of cleaning up after Gaara and fixing Kankuro!" She cried in despair, "I tried to warn you! I tried to save you and look at what's happened. He gave you to Sasori, who, yes fixed you but he also got to your head! Now you can never leave this family! Never!" Tears rolled down Temari's face, but she quickly wiped them away. She composed herself firmly, she sat straighter in her seat and never let her eyes wander to anywhere but the road ahead.

Sakura sat limply in her sit as she pondered what the elder woman said. What did she mean? Sasori got to her head? He fixed her, made her beautiful again. Why did that mean she was never going to leave Gaara's family ever again, she was Gaara's girl, there was no reason to leave.

"What do you mean… Sasori got to me? He made me better." Sakura asked softly, she peeked at Temari from the corner of her eyes as she watched how she reacted.

Temari softened a little and took a deep breath, "He changed you, Sakura. You might not think it, but Sasori changed you to like Gaara. Think about it? You aren't afraid of him when he's there or when you think about him, you don't think anything a bad of him, do you?"

Sakura thought Temari was right, all she could think about was Gaara and all the good things about him, she couldn't think of anything bad about him. She wasn't afraid of him, even when she first woke up, she wanted desperately to see him, and she really wanted to see Gaara again, to kiss him and hold him. Sakura shook her head, there was nothing wrong with Gaara so there was nothing to fix.

"No, I am not afraid of him… But that's not a bad thing, isn't it?" She questioned.

Temari gave another sigh but didn't say anything else further. It became apparent that the young girl beside her was so far lost, there was no hope left to reason with her if Sasori had gotten to her. She shivered as she remembered that Sasori had done the same with her.

"Look…" She began after moments of silence, "I know what you are going through. You think everything is okay now that you're healed, but you're missing the bigger picture. Sasori has only healed your physical body but not the mental effects or inside your body, you're only partially healed. And he only altered how you feel for Gaara, not what you feel towards him…" She sighed again as they pulled up to the Sabaku residence, "Deep down you still are afraid of him, you just don't understand it yet."

Sakura coiled in rage, "How would you what I am going through! I had gone to hell and back before Gaara come back in my life! Gaara saved me! Gaara has made my life better!" Sakura spat.

Temari reached out for Sakura, grabbing her by the shoulders, she roughly pulled the pink-haired girl towards her, "Don't you get it! This is exactly what Gaara wanted, for you to feel this way!"

Sakura slapped Temari's arms away from her and opened the car door to run in the house.

Temari scoffed in frustration and leaned back into her seat. She was only trying to help the young girl out, to stop her from meeting the same fate the woman in the Sabaku men's life seems to end in.

Misery and death.

Temari's head banged on the steering wheel, tears poured freely from her eyes as she itched the scratches she felt from her legs. She began to scratch excessively fresh wounds began to open and bleed, soon she tried to tear the skin away from her legs.

Although the eye could not see it, fresh pains soured through her legs which made her feel pins and needles. Her legs ached whenever she walked or did anything excessive.

Stopping the scratching, she repeatedly hit her legs in frustration and wailed in anguish.

Sakura sat in Gaara's room, she sat on the bed and looked longingly out the window as she waited for Gaara.

Temari was right, she did find it a little odd how quick she was beginning to like Gaara, but that still didn't stop her from liking him. He was the first man in her life that hadn't caused her grievance, as well as many grievances as her father had. He was rough around the edges, that was for sure, but she truly felt something for Gaara, Sasori didn't alter that.

Sakura scoffed as if Sasori did anything other than heal her wounds.

She looked down at her arms, the one that used to be broken was healed of all wounds and scars that were afflicted upon her, and the other did not harbor any scars she had from the cuts she put on herself. Lightly, she fingered the ghost scars of her used-to-be-wounds on the used-to-be-broken arm. She felt a slight tingle and prickle when she traced all over her arm.

Sakura arched her brow, why was she still feeling a little sore over her healed arm? It surely should have been healed, Sasori fixed her after all. Humming lightly, she gave up on tracing her arm and stared out the window again.

It was dark outside, the stars shined brightly, and the moon was covered by dark clouds. Her fight with Temari had ended hours ago and she hadn't seen the blonde ever since. She didn't expect to see Temari for a while from the heated argument the two girls had.

Temari was probably the only friend she had in this place if you could call the two girls' friends. Besides Gaara of course, he often left Sakura alone for long periods of time to take care of business, whatever that was, so she was left to entertain herself for a while.

She probably should have been a lot nicer to Temari, and she probably should apologies to the older woman, whom, seemingly was trying to help her out. But it frustrated her when Temari tried to control how she felt or tell her what Sakura was feeling is wrong.

Sighing, she brought her knees up to her chest to hug them closer to her. Softly, she drew little pictures on her feet as she waited. She was wearing a long t-shirt she received when she first came to the Sabaku residence, she shivered slightly from the cold.

Faintly, she heard banging from doors downstairs and loud voices yelling harshly. She heard the angry tapping of footsteps up the stairs and finally, the door flung open to the young man standing in the doorway.

"Gaara!" Sakura flew towards the young boy in the doorway and flung herself in his arms.

He was covered from head-to-toe with blood, his lips were peeled back in a sneer and his eyes were bloodshot with fiery.

"Are you… Okay?" She asked with concern, "you're covered in blood…"

He pulled her into a seething hot kiss. She moaned in his mouth as she brought a hand up to tangle in his bloodied hair, she gripped on the locks and tug hard as he nibbled on her bottom lip. He placed her bottom lip in his teeth and ground them to draw blood, she cried out a little but sighed as he drank the blood.

He put a hand up from under her shirt and felt her perky nipples in between his finger and thumb and twirled the peaks in his fingers. She whimpered and tugged his locks harder. Slowly, he kissed his way to her neck and sucked on her pulse, it was beating hastily under his touch.

In reflex, her arm shot out and she gripped the bulge in his pants. Gaara stopped momentarily to let out a groan before he quickly composed himself and ripped open her shirt to let her breast out free. Picking her up gently, he walked over to the bed and placed her down and fall on top of her. He brought one hand to play with her boob and the other found its way down to her wet core.

Sakura cried out in pleasure as his fingers ghosted her little nub, her underwear was soaked with the wetness as Gaara continues to tease her core with light touches. Without warning, Gaara stopped caressing her core and breast and was soon face-to-face with her wetness.

Tenderly, he removed her underwear and threw it to the side to a forgotten corner, his mouth then covered her whole as he sucked her little nub. Sakura threw her head back in pleasure and gripped the sheets beneath her. The pleasure from his mouth was overwhelming, soon she felt a tingling feeling from the pit of her stomach before she recoiled and yelped in pleasure.

"I-I-I'm g-going to- "She cried in pleasure as she rid the wave of pleasure that came from her orgasm.

Gaara chuckled lightly and came up to give her another seething kiss, she could taste herself in his mouth and she brought his face closer to get it all from him. He removed his pants and let himself free as he lined himself up to her core, he looked her in eyes.

They were filled with admiration and love.

His were filled with lust and anger.

Slowly, he pushed himself in her. She was hot and tight and most of all she was wet. He almost came right then and there, but he stopped himself, he wanted her begging and wailing underneath him.

The pain she felt was excruciating, she felt the tear of her hymen as he entered her, blood poured freely from her opening, Gaara cried in pleasure as he saw the bloodstain his blanket. He thrust in her at a brisk pace, slowly pushing himself in harder and faster. Her core welcomed him by swallowing him whole.

Sakura shifted underneath as he pounded in her, after a couple more thrust, she felt pleasure. She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white, she looked up to the man above her. His eyes were clamped closed and his mouth hung open in pleasure, blood and sweat poured down his face.

Sakura moaned as he hit a spot in her.

"Yeah!" She moaned, "right there!"

Complying with her wishes, he set on thrusting in the spot she liked best. Soon he was thrusting into her at such a fast pace neither of them knew it was possible. Soon, both felt the familiar rush of pleasure in their loins, keeping the pace Gaara threw his head back as he roared in pleasure, Sakura threw her hands around his neck and scratched his back with her nails, screaming in pleasure.

Gaara panted above her, he laid limply inside her, slowly he pulled himself out of her and watched as both of their fluids flowed out of her. He rolled over to the other side of the bed and put both of his hand behind his head, Sakura laid still beside him, still getting over her high.

Swallowing dryly, she licked her lips and turned to the male beside her. He was blankly staring up at the ceiling, there was no expression on his face whatsoever. Turning on her side, she brought a hand to his chest and lightly fingered the scars on his chest.

"Are you going to take a shower?" She gestured to the blood that still covered his body, "I could join you?" she raised a brow and chuckled.

Gaara pushed her hand away and continued to ignore her, again, staring blankly at the ceiling. Sakura looked at him in deject, she tried to snuggle closer to him, but he only pushed her away again and rolled off the bed, never once saying anything to her.

"Gaara?" She called out, sitting upright, still nude from their previous activity, "Is there something wrong?"

"I'm going to take a shower." He walked towards the door, nude himself, "Alone." He said finally before disappearing from the room.

Sakura sat upright in the bed, watching the doorway Gaara walked out of. He walked out after her first time with him, after giving herself up to him. She brought her knees to her chest to cover some of her nudity and hugged herself closer.

She felt cheated by, she was finally happy he was here, and she gave herself completely to him and he barely says anything to comfort her afterward.

She could faintly hear the shower running from down the hall, the pipes in the walls creaked and clunked from the rushing of water.

Determined, Sakura got up from the bed, she grabbed the light blanket from the bed and walked to the door. She was going to see Gaara whether or not he was going to talk to her, she had waited all day for him and she would be damned if she wasn't going to get an answer from him, or at least a comforting answer for her feelings.

Huffing, she walked out of the room and down the hall to where the pipes of the water were louder.

"Hello, there little blossom."

"Huh?" Sakura whipped around to the stranger behind.

The last thing she saw was darkness.

Gaara stood in the shower for a long time, letting the hot water brush off him and clean the blood off him. The ground below him was covered with thick blood, from head to toe he was covered in the blood. It was a messy business, the world he lived in was messy. But it was a price to pay to stay on top, and he made sure he was.

He groaned in content as he moved his head side to side, the water was comforting him and messaging his sore muscles.

They had found the warehouse of the startup gang alright, which was the courtesy of Kankuro's informant he found, and they had just as quickly disposed of them. But they were so many members there, not that they had a lot of trouble, it was just tiresome to rid the warehouse of them.

They were all weak, minded fools who didn't even know how to hold a gun properly, Gaara almost felt sorry for them.

Almost.

Gaara chuckled as if he would feel anything for anyone so weak. They were just juveniles thinking they could become a powerful gang if they took out the competition by stealing their shipments.

But they were wrong, so very wrong.

Sakura.

His cherry blossom, his blossom. Sasori did a fantastic work of making her a work of art, and she was stronger, both mentally and physically. She was his type of woman now, and only his woman.

Gaara began to stiffen again as he trailed off, he thought of how she looked underneath him as he pounded into her, how she felt around him when he first entered her, and how she screamed when he made her cum.

He should have taken her up on her offer to join him in the shower.

Turning off the shower, he walked out of the shower stall and grabbed the towel hanging on the rack. Tying it around his waist, he walked out of the room in search of his blossom.

He stalked down the hall to his room, the intent of raging his blossom again and making her scream his name again. He would also consider talking to her which she clearly liked to do.

He stopped in his room doorway, the door was wide open and the blanket on his bed was missing.

And there was no Sakura.

Narrowing his eyes, he walked into the room and searched every corner of his room.

"Sakura!" He called, finding no trace of her in his room he walked out to search the halls.

"Sakura?" He called out again, but there was neither a response nor Sakura seen.

Growling he walked down the stairs and in the living room, where his two siblings were currently arguing for a spot on the couch.

"Move it fat ass!" Temari growled as she shoved him aside.

"No, you move it! I am still recovering!" Kankuro showed his bandaged hand to his elder sister and whimpered.

"I am talking about your fat ass, not your fat hand!" she whacked him in the head, which enticed a low groan from the older male in the room.

"Temari! Kankuro!" Gaara interrupted the pair, the both stopped bickering and stared fearful at the younger male, "Have you seen Sakura?" He asked, staring intently at the two.

The both stilled as they glanced nervously at each other.

"She… She was upstairs the whole time I've been here?" Temari said, glancing at Kankuro.

"I haven't seen her since the other night." He shook his head.

"None of yours have seen her?" He raised a none existed brow at them brow and growled at them both, "Where could she be?" he punched the wall nearest to him.

"Where was she last?" Temari asked.

"Upstairs!" He growled, he walked away from the pair and went to search for the pink-haired girl outside.

"Well, she couldn't have gotten that far! She's only tiny!" Kankuro called from the living room, he cried in pain when Temari hit him in the head.

Gaara opened the door and stepped on something smooth on the ground, looking down he picked up the white piece of paper from his foot and read;

Come and find our blossom. Sabaku.

Uchiha.I

Well, I hope you liked this and once again R/R!