Chapter 12: Background
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"Now, what kind of man will I be if I don't know when the girl I love is in trouble?" with his unruly crimson hair and captivating jade eyes together with that bad boy smirk made her go weak as he leaned on her doorframe to let their lips meet.
The lady photographer wearing the sexy black dress immediately wound her arms around his neck as their kiss began to escalate into something more passionate. His hand fumbled to open her door as his other arm held her so close without becoming one.
With his foot, Gaara closed the door not caring if it almost slammed against the frame. Their lips never broke apart as they struggled to take off each other's clothes. Desperate to feel each other's skin against theirs they almost tore their clothes away as they blindly made their way to her bed.
Her torn cocktail dress lay side by side with his shirt- its buttons scattered about. They quietly laid witness to the throes of passion that took place more than once that night.
Sunlight tickled his eyes to open. Her scent filled his senses as he woke up. Glancing at the woman in his arms, a satisfied smirk crept on his face. Indicative of his bliss from last night's events. And here I thought I was aggressive. His jade eyes wandered to the bite marks on her slender neck as he felt the long scratches on his back.
Again, she surprised him. When it comes to Sakura, nothing goes as I predicted them to be. Can't help himself- he began to sprinkle her bare neck with butterfly kisses that made her lean in more to his administrations.
Having a heavenly night was one thing but waking up with that love machine worshipping your neck is another. All traces of sleep vanished as their eyes met for a split second then they were at each other's lips yet again.
"Good morning to you too," she wrestled to sit on top of him as they broke their kiss for air. The sheet in between them provided little protection to what he 'felt' that it made her laugh. "We don't have time for 'that'. Our flight leaves in an hour," she glanced at the wall clock hanging above the bed.
With a helpless groan, he agreed to leave her room to pack his things up. As he zipped up his luggage, he stared at the bedside calendar for a while. So today's that day again, huh. The knock on the door woke him up from his train of thoughts. Soon after, Gaara carried his things away and quietly left the room.
"What's wrong?" she touched his face with her soft hand.
He replied with a gentle smile as he placed his hand on top of hers. "Nothing," then he interlinked their fingers and led the way to the elevators.
"I can't spend the rest of the day with you. I have something important to do. Is that okay?" with her mesmerizing emerald orbs pleading. How could one say no? Sakura said as their plane was airborne.
"Yeah, I have something do as well," he answered quietly as he watched her smile in relief.
After a long, passionate kiss that made the cab driver blush, Sakura waved goodbye as the cab drove away. Her smile faded as she stepped into her apartment. The calendar was the first thing she looked at as her lights went on. Without even changing or taking a rest, she stepped out again.
How many years has it been? Her steps felt heavier and heavier as she neared her destination. Without making a sound, she placed the flowers on the marble tombstone and lit several incense. The name carved on the stone reflected on her eyes as she immediately walked away.
"You sure you don't want to rest a bit?" there were no happy welcomes given by his usually jubilant siblings. Instead, they just waited for him to arrive as they wore their formal clothes. Gaara just left his baggage on his room, changed quickly then led the way out.
His jade eyes shook upon seeing the fresh flowers placed before her grave. In an act of rage, he swept them away together with the incense, with just a swing of arm. Temari and Kankuro didn't bother restraining or comforting their youngest sibling. It was always like this every year.
"How long will it take for them to know? We don't want their apologies," Kankuro placed their offerings properly in place of the ones Gaara trashed.
"Apology? They didn't do that because they were sorry… they did that to quiet their guilt. It's their fault mom is dead." Gaara's voice was cold and monotonous. After finally calming down, the three politely bowed and said their prayers.
Miles away, Sakura sat in the lobby while hearing the machines bleeping and the pen scratching against paper. The nurse greeted her with a smile as she led the way to the room. Raising her head, she saw a woman lying weakly on the bed with tubes connected to her body. With a quiet bow, the nurse left, leaving Sakura alone.
The room was all white, filled with the beeping of the machines connected to her… death hovering in the air. "I'm here, Mom," her hands trembled uncontrollably as she gingerly took the old woman's bony hand in hers. Her tears trickled down her cheeks as she let the back of her hand touch her face.
It had been more than a decade ago… but her memory as a little girl was as clear as she is seeing her mother now.
Flashback…
A little girl wandered the busy corridors of the hospital looking for her dad while her mother was sleeping in the room. People marched here and there hurriedly so she decided to rest in the corner where there was a window with an amazing view.
"My wife was first on the list! How can you give it to someone else?!" her little steps stop as she heard a man's angry tone from around the corner. Curious, she popped her little pink head into the door to see.
"Sir, you're wife can be better with certain medications. Whereas, this patient's only chance to live is to have a transplant," her emerald eyes recognized the doctor speaking. It was her mom's doctor. He always smiles at her and gives her candy while reassuring her that her mom's going to be okay.
"And if she doesn't?" the man slammed his clenched fist onto the desk that it made the little girl squeak in reaction. Immediately, the two men in the room looked at the little girl.
"Sakura, you shouldn't be here," the doctor knelt in front of her, making their eyes leveled.
Still ignorant to fear, she dared to look at the angry man's face. However, his eyes weren't mad at all. They looked at her with a gentle glint the way his father's eyes look when he looks at her.
It was an image that burned in her memory. Never had she seen a man so angry yet held the kindest eyes she's ever seen.
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