Jealousy is the best Medicine

"This is our—I mean your room," instructed Gaara.

It had been one week since the incident at the Hospital; Gaara had searched for a new apartment drastically so that Sakura would be happy in a nice place. The one he had found was perfect, it was in Sakura's hometown and it had a nice view of the forest.

When they got into the apartment Gaara felt like it was a great place for them to stay, the man in the mask could never find them now… Right? They were safe now…

Sakura automatically took to the apartment; she walked over to her bed. Sakura's hand traced the pretty embroidery, some how this bed hit a sensitive spot in her mind and words once again flooded her mind. She started to feel light headed once more, her skin started to turn pail and she needed to sit down. When she did so the pain went away, she needed to go home… but this was her home.

"G-Gaara," said Sakura as she sat on the bed her eyes showing discomfort.

"What?" asked Gaara as he walked into the room. "You seem pail, you okay?"

Sakura blushed as she felt Gaara's soft hand stroke her hair away, she felt scarred and confused. She couldn't even remember why she decided to go home with this… monster.

Whenever she was near or in eyesight of this man of little words, she felt safe and secure but at the same time scarred. She felt as if she knew everything about him but only met him yesterday, and then came the idea of him knowing who she was. How could he know who she was? What did it matter now, she was living with the beast.

"Err yeah can you get me glass of water, please?" asked Sakura as she rubbed her temples and tried to relieve the throbbing headache without success.

Gaara gave a slight grin; his 'soft' side was only shown to Sakura. This pink haired woman could control him in every aspect; if she wanted him to go and kill himself he probably would, if she asked him to pick up something he would, anything she wanted he would do… but why wouldn't he let her leave? Had eh grown selfishly protective of her, was she just a thing for him to use whenever he wanted? Was she just an item?

"Alright," replied Gaara softly as he stood up and walked out of the room shutting the door slightly.

When Sakura was sure that Gaara was gone she let out a loud groan in discomfort, she dropped her body lazily on the freshly made bed. It smelled of flowers and honey, according to Gaara it smelt just like her. A slight grin spred across Sakura's lips but it was quickly wept away and replaced by a frown of some sort. She felt a sudden urge to go and see Sasuke and Naruto… She had remained tight friends with them after all they'd proven their loyalty to her and each other hundreds of times.

'Yeah that's all I need, to meet up with Naruto and Sasuke…' thought Sakura as she stood up and moaned in protest of her pounding head.

She walked over to the window as she quickly pushed it open and then took one step outside. Being a medical ninja didn't mean she didn't know how to escape, after being stuck with Naruto and Sasuke for so long she had learned the tricks of the trade.

"I'm heading out!" called out Sakura as to not make it seem like she was coming back.

'Back here? Pfft! As if!' said the inner Sakura. 'I'd rather die then be stuck in this place with that thing!'

"Alright but what about your water?" asked Gaara.

"You can drink it, I'm not thirsty anymore! Thanks though," called out Sakura as she pushed her entire body out of the window. "Later!"

Sakura disappeared into the cover of the sunset for it had been a long day of trying to settle in… with him. The Hospital had released her only a few days ago and she had very little time to recover her memories, but what kind of memories would that be? Good ones or bad ones, ones to remember or ones to forget? Had her life with this… this… demon, been a good one? Or had she been used and scammed out of her precious youth?

Whatever the case this man scarred her, his chakra was so strong it seemed unbelievable… with each passing day she felt like she was at more of a risk when near him.

'I can't believe someone like me ended up with someone like him…' grimaced Sakura. 'I could've done way better…'

Sakura's mind was clouded over as she leapt from roof-top to roof-top. She felt like she couldn't stop thinking of her… monster.

The sun had just reached its ending point as the sky was flooded with violet and blood red that flowed with the utmost care as it chocked away the light blue to make way for the darkness that followed. The world seemed at ease as if it were meditating in its little orbit around its God, the sun had come to a close. The Earths eyes began to close slowly letting the darkness seep in over the sky, random speckles of light began appearing in the now black sky.

Sakura's eyes looked up into the darkness as she jumped onto a tree branch of a fairly large tree, she starred at the marvellous sight that seemed to swallow her whole and spit her back out.

Her inner self that screamed in protest once again interrupted 'I wonder what Gaara's doing' thought Sakura as her mind. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING THINKING ABOUT HIM?'

Sakura winced slightly at her inner self's demand; she hated to be ordered around… What she didn't notice was that someone or something was right behind her.

"Hello Sakura," said the bone chilling voice as a slender hand to big to be females was placed on her shoulder. "I've waited a long time to meet you again."

Sakura spun around quickly with a kunai intended to pierce the man's flesh but her hand was quickly stopped by his as his tight grip tightened she released the kunai and it dropped to the ground landing with a silent 'thunk'.

Something about this mans face drifted into her mind as a sudden flash of herself screaming out in horror filled her mind. She let out a muffled scream followed by a gasp.

"Your… your him, aren't you?" asked Sakura.

"Oh now aren't we the clever one?" grinned the man. "I said I'd be back."

With Gaara

Gaara let out a frustrated growl; he looked around the room for something to throw at the wall.

'She's gone! She's not coming back!' growled Gaara as his eyes flashed dangerously.

Gaara felt the rage boil under his skin, a vein on his neck seemed to pop out as he held onto the chair he was sitting on so tight that the pour wooden handles gave in and just broke.

Gaara stood up and walked over to the window, he opened it and jumped out. He needed to find Sakura before he went mentally insane.

When he got out of the building that was to be his new home, Gaara felt the rage sting inside of him. With each passing glance he felt the need to kill someone more and more, when he finally decided to proceed to jump on a rooftop, then another and another until there was only trees, he looked around on his perch in the tree tops. His eyes widened and then narrowed as he saw the man from those many nights before holding his Sakura once more. Gaara's sea green eyes glanced to his right then to his left, he looked up and then down. No one was in sight except for Sakura and that man.

He could use his jujitsu's without affecting anyone except for that man. But Gaara's rage was taking a toll on his idea's of saving Sakura, he would most likely under estimate the amount of force he put in and could end up killing Sakura… this place wasn't safe anymore.

Gaara jumped down from his perch and glared at the struggle above him.

"See Sakura! This is what happens when you leave!" growled Gaara as he looked up with his sea green eyes rimmed with black that held nothing but a great emptiness of hatred.

Sakura looked down and feared for her life, it was either get killed right away or risk dieing. She took the risk and struggled until she fell of the treetop down some 2 stories, only to be caught by a tight grip bridal style. She opened her eyes to see Gaara's mad one's looking down at her, he was mad all right, but he wasn't insane.

His gaze never wavered, his slight frowning expression was bone chilling as it never changed. When he skidded to a stop on the dirt he finally broke his gaze to place Sakura down, the pink haired woman gladly got out of his tight grip as she felt like he was trying to crush her.

"Stay close," warned Gaara slightly as he looked up at the man.

The man jumped down with his cloak leaving a trail behind him like a stream flowing to its river. Its desert cloth was oh to familiar to Gaara as his eyes narrowed into almost slits. His black eye shadow around his eyes was like that of a racoons; it made him more appealing and more of a challenge to understand.

When the man landed on the ground, Gaara used some hand signals and the ground started to shake.

"You'll pay for everything you've done, you're the one who erased her memories of me aren't you?" growled Gaara narrowing his eyes into what would seem like slits.

"Oh now aren't we the smart one," replied the voice in its all-knowing tone.

"I'll do away with you quickly," growled Gaara as he opened his eyes slightly to reveal the sea green orbs that lasted within.

The gourd on Gaara's back started to make a slithering sound and finally some sand shot out like arms, they whipped around in the air then shot forward towards the mystery man. When they grabbed onto the man's legs holding him in place they slowly started to whisk around his body. The sand then shot up and pushed off the hood revealing the demon within. The sand retracted and Sakura's eyes widened.

"Oh my God," gasped Sakura as she retreated behind Gaara trying to avoid looking at the man's deformed face.

He had a skinny face plagued with what seemed to be like thousands of scars, his nose was thin and bony, and his eyes were red like fire. His hair was not present on his head for he was bald, his ears were small and elf-like, and his complexion was so pale he almost looked like a ghost sheet.

Gaara did not seem fazed by the mans deformed face, he just starred straight as him. He grinned as he felt Sakura grasp onto the cloth on his gown to avoid seeing the man.

"You seem to be a disturbing person," grinned Gaara. "Never the less you'll die just the same."

Gaara completed a few hand signals before opening his mouth to speak his words.

"Sabaku Sousou!" yelled Gaara as the sand from his gourd erupted out and encased the mans body squeezing him tightly. "How does it feel, to be suffocated to death?"

A hand outstretched from the sand as the mans body was pulled out, eh was huffing and puffing while gasping for the little air he could.

"It's actually quiet fun," grinned the man. "So this is why you're called… Gaara of the desert…"

Well there's my chapter… its alright I guess, I didn't have much inspiration to continue with the idea… Oh well 7 reviews now or else no chapter. Also give me questions, comment, suggestions… ANYTHING! Ja ne, Ookami.

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Sabaku Sousou Desert Funeral.