Miki woke up to the sound of running water. She sat up and rubbed at her eyes only to see sheets and walls of unique decor. The bedroom looked as though it was taken right out of a magazine. Much too fancy for her taste. Recollecting her thoughts, she remembered she was in a house that was not hers. That she'd actually came home with a man who had amnesia and now was convinced she was his wife. She couldn't figure out just what in her right mind made her think that this would work out. She'd put herself in an uncompromising situation.
At the sound of the water being turned off, she became rigid. She heard faint jingling of a belt and she grew nervous, not knowing how to react when he came out. She knew she had to act normal, but how would she do that in such an abnormal situation? Soon, the personal bathroom door was opened to reveal the red-head who was Gaara, buttoning up the front of his uniform. His sea-green eyes met hers.
"Oh. Hey. Good Morning.", he said.
He walked over to her, tying his tie around the collar of his shirt, while planting a loving kiss on her lips. Her heart began to beat faster than it should as the smell of a foreign cologne filled her senses. He smelled so good and his lips were so soft. "G-good morning.", she stuttered out. He quickly grabbed his keys before gazing at her curiously.
"Do you need a ride to work?"
She shook her head. "I.. don't have a job." She felt pathetic saying it, but it was the truth. Jackson never allowed her to get a job. He always told her he'd provide each and everything for her and how he didn't believe a woman who was with him should ever work. She felt ashamed saying it aloud. "Oh. Okay. See you after work.", he replied, throwing a charming smile at her. He didn't seem bothered by that fact at all.
"..okay. Be safe."
She watched his retreating form in worry. She'd hoped he'd be fine. The doctor said he would, but anything could happen. She heard his footsteps trailing down the stairs and then the sound of the front door being opened, closed, then locked. She sighed. How was she going to get out of this? This couldn't go on forever.
A man like Gaara, so sweet and trusting.. he shouldn't be taking advantage of. Miki heard her stomach growl. She hadn't eaten anything since she'd left Ino's which reminded her that she'd have to give her a call soon to tell her about all of this. She pulled the warm sheets off of her and got out of bed, marveling at how soft the carpet was.
Looking around, she could tell that most things in this house were bound to be expensive. She made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen taking in the beauty of it all as the marble flooring glistened in the light that broke through the windows. "..Taxi drivers must make a lot...", she said to herself. She almost didn't want to touch anything in fear of it breaking. Everything looked so fragile.
She strolled over to the fridge and apon opening it, she saw.. well it wasn't exactly what she saw, but a lack thereof. The contents of the refrigerator mainly consisted of bottled water and a few vegetables. From the looks of it, he rarely cooked and more rather ate out, which in her opinion was very understandable. What was the point in cooking all of the time if you lived alone?
She nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard a loud knock at the door. It was a rhythmic one, knocking in a pattern, so it had to be someone Gaara knew. Miki grew rigid once again. Should she answer? What was she supposed to say? With every knock, her heart pounded.
"Gaara!", a voice resounded from the other side of the door.
Trying to gather her composure, she reluctantly walked over to the door. "C-coming.", she replied. She slowly reached for the knob, twisted the lock and opened the door. She winced as the blonde-haired, blue eyed male widened his eyes in confusion. "What..the..."
She gave him the most calm smile the could muster up in her nerve-wrecking predicament. "..Hi. Gaara's not here at the moment.." The man said nothing, yet remained starring at her with a muddled look on his face. She shifted awkwardly under his gaze. "..Would you like for me to relay a message for you?"
"What are you? An answering machine?", he questioned.
Miki cautiously shook her head. He studied her face before asking, yet another question. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" In a state of panic, she answered nervously. "..I'm Miki... I'm Gaara's wife." She grew worrisome as a look of shock made it's way on to the blonde's face. "What?!", he exclaimed.
Miki once again winced at his tone. "I didn't even know he got married! He didn't even invite me to the wedding! Some friend, huh?" Miki watched as he began pacing back and forth in a fit, murmuring inaudible words to himself. He turned to face her. "I'll bet Sasuke was the best man, huh?"
"U-um."
"I knew it! Why does everyone like Sasuke better than me?!"
The blonde began stomping away, but turned to face her once more. "As for relaying a message to him. Yeah! Tell him that I flipped him off!" ..and with that, he ragefully walked off. Miki slowly closed the door behind her and slid her back down against it, burying her face in her hands. Of course. Just because he didn't have any immediate family, didn't mean he didn't have friends... and that one seemed like he was the type to tell everybody. She'd gone way too deep into this lie, now.
...What had she gotten herself into?
