I promised I would update it once I hit ten reviews for chap 2, so here you go. Chapter four is in the works and about 50 done. This will start moving after now, Neji and the others will appear next chapter, along with some more love affairs.

While this is meant to be light hearted, it will most likely end up darkly twisted with some humor. Also everything is up in the air expect for the ending, muwhahah unpredictableness or that's my goal anyways.

Don't Own Naruto but I do own Yukito Shibuya, love the crazy prez.

Typical High School Story

Chapter 3: Half Lies and Half Truths?

For anyone else a ten on one fight would seem unfair, but for Gaara it was the odds he liked. The odds against made his blood and adrenalin pump even faster with excitement. Each punch throw, mangled groaned that escaped painfully from parted lips, the blood smeared hands; all of it drove him into a blissful state.

Some might say even deeper into madness.

Everything was going so well, until a blade magically appeared in his side. In shock the street fighter stumbled back and that was all it took for the tables to turn. The ones who could actually stand quickly jumped the wounded Gaara.

Needless to say it took everything Gaara had at the moment to block the vicious kicks aimed to disable him. Blood gushed out of his wound steaming slightly from the cool spring night's air.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU CREAPS! POLICE! POLICE!"

Why did that person have to scream so loud, Gaara refused to wince as the shrill of the person's voice hit his ears. However the group bolted, gathered their wounded and left. Gaara pushed himself up slowly and roughly took out the bladed still lodged in his side. From what he could tell nothing important had been damaged.

"… y-your bleeding…."

Gaara noted her voice was like a timid creature, also gave him a nostalgic feeling. He was about to retort something back when a fuzzy sensation hit him. Just for a moment his eyes closed. Next thing he knew, all he could see was pink. A hand was tightly pressed on his wound along with a make shift bandage.

Closing his eyes, he could smell something like strawberries from the pink screen. Gaara heard the soft jingle of keys and the creaking sound of a door opening. After a few more steps, he noted he was on the ground of maybe her living room.

Too weak to even protest Gaara drifted in and out of consciousness.

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Sakura was horrified to see the scene from before. With a few punches and screams she got the group to leave the poor guy alone.

What the heck was she thinking?

Didn'tshe dogood deed for the day? So why did she have to bring him home?

/because he was bleeding all over the place and might have died from blood lost./

'shut up…'

Thankful for her keen medical skills Sakura began to work on the boy before her. Peeling away the blood soaked shirt Sakura examined the wound carefully. Sakura cleansed and stitched up the cut. After the major problem was done, the girl moved onto the other various wounds.

It took about two hours and half of her old rags and towels before the job were finished.

"There… good as new and no gushing blood." Sakura smiled at her hand work, no one could match her with medical know how.

She stood for a moment and walked into the kitchen. Busy hunting for the tea kettle Sakura didn't hear or notice her patient waking state. As she walked back into her small living, green met green for the first time.

Sakura wouldn't lie; he was a work of art. God must have spent some every time giving this boy some good genes. Just with his good looks, she noted, there was a dangerous air around him. Those eyes wild and dare she say blood thirsty.

Something she knew far to well.

With unlady like grace, Sakura tripped on her medical kit the tea filled mugs hit the floor at the same time she did. Hot tea steamed from the freshly clean dark blue carpets.

'damn… I am going to have to rent a steam clearer to get that out.'

The wounded boy just watched the girl from the corner of his eyes. He shifted slightly hand on his wound – checking to make sure it was done correctly.

"Look.. I… you see…" Sakura muttered from her spot. Green eyes anywhere but on him. Her heart drummed in her ears.

"Shut up."

Her voice stopped the frail attempts to explain her insanity. "Well if you are well even to snap at me, you can just leave."

Their eyes met again and the air grew heavy with intensity again. She was too weak to take him on in a fight, and he was too weak to actually put up a worth while fight.A check mate was reached.

Not like either of them were going to admit it.

"Are you hungry?" She waited for a response, "Thirsty?" Again she waited, before she let out a huge sigh.

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After Sakura left, Ino had a final chore to do before she too could call it a night.

Ino waited, her back leaned against an apartment door. Dressed in a fake leather trench coat that reached to her mid-thigh, she waited.

Her long blond hair normally kept in a high pony-tail hung limply around her shoulders. Lips painted a sinful red, memorizing blue eyes stared out into the darkness of the hall way.

"Well, Well, you came tonight." His voice so fluid and smooth coated with sin. How she hated his voice, before he spoke he was beautiful but even that appeared sinful now. Everything about this man was a sin, tainted, dirty.

Like her.

She left his lips on hers. Demanding, commanding her to obey him. In the end she would, but always willing to put a fight in. He always did like that.

His powerful hands ran through her hair, enjoying the touch of the golden silk strands. He pushed her hard against the door and placed open mouth kisses along her neck. However, Ino refused to give him the satisfaction of a pleasurable moan. That wasn't how the deal went.

She was here to tend to his needs. No one said she had to enjoy his touch or kisses. Dark eyes met her blue. Ino mused over a pleasant thought; that there in those dark eyes deep within their depths lust appeared. He broke apart from her to open the door to venture inward of his expensive apartment. The door left open, full knowing Ino would follow, shut, and locked the door behind her.

For that was what happened on every one of these meetings a pattern to follow and unspoken rules to obey.

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Sakura smiled at Gaara as he finished off his second helping of home made chocolate-chip pancakes. The red head downed his glass of milk before leaning back into the cheap couch. The two sat quietly in each other's company until he spoke up.

"What are you doing here Sakura." It was far from a question, more of a statement.

Her own green eyes darted downwards and shifted nervously. "I came… here to go to school Gaara. Nothing else I promise, I don't really want to cause any trouble I swear!" Sakura balled her fist in her lap and sent a venomous glare to the coffee table in front of her. "Until I saw him, but Gaara why are you here?"

The boy closed his jade colored eyes for a moment, "After I was removed from my job two years ago, it seems they found use for me in Tokyo. Not much but enough to keep me out of trouble it seems and also active in Tekiya business." Gaara glanced at his old charge.

Like every scum bag father in Tokyo, Gaara's father made a deal with the devils of Japan in the forms of loan for gambling. When it came for collection time, it seems his youngest five year old son appeared fit the price demanded well enough. Unlike their rival the Tekiya did not have a training program for their young so they could grow up as well trained assassins.

Instead he was trained by the most ruthless people the Tekiya had to offer. In turn for this knowledge Gaara paid the price of humanity and maybe apart of his sanity. After two years of intense training, they found it was time to put him on an assignment. Now it depended if you thought of this as luck or bad luck.

Sakura just could not find an efficient bodyguard. Efficient as is not dying on the job. Her father came up with the idea that maybe someone around her age would be prefect. That they could get close to her but remain unnoticed. Consequently dentally Gaara fit the picture.

It took a little work but some how the two managed to become close. At the age of 13 his assignment was over and she would go over seas. They had not seen each other face to face since that moment.

"I see… Gaara…" Sakura tried to start unable to find the words. She depended on him; he was her life line for most of her childhood. It was just that, Sakura was unsure if the feeling was mutual.

"Don't say it. Thank you for…" He waved a hand at the wound. "I should be going."

She stared at him, unsure at what to do next, uncertain what to say. Gaara was so stand-off-ish and cold, well he was always cold but… "No Stay please… you are hurt.. I don't want you walking out there… please? For me?"

Sakura pulled up her best puppy dog eyes and pouting lip, it always worked before. A few emotions flashed in those dull jade eyes and then a grunt of submission.

A devious smirked appeared on her lips. She always had won before; glad to see that it didn't change.

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Sweat coated her body as she lay in pricy silk sheets. She shifted slightly and began to look for her missing and scattered clothing. The figure next to her, muttered something softly into his pillow, something about her being annoying.

"Well if you would let me put my cloths into a pile before anything happens I wouldn't make so much noise now would I?" She didn't bother to hide the loathing and seething hate for the man next to her.

In school she would pretend to like him, like every other girl but here in private, there was no one to pretend for.

She hated the man before with every fiber, cell, and DNA strand in her body – maybe more.

His eye opened slowly and scanned her full naked figure. She had lost her modesty after the first time of this activity. "You are more bitchy the normal? Close to that time of the month?"

"Go fuck you're self and save me the trouble of doing it next week." She retorted back at him. "Stay away from Sakura." There was no need to beat around the bush.

"Oh? You know Haruno?" Ino knew he was playing dumb, that smug look on his face told her that much. How his eyes shone with pleasure, told her something awful was about to befall her friend.

"Please, She is just a girl, a normal girl." If it took lowering herself to beg, she would do it. He had defeated her this much, what was one more thing to add?

"You are so wrong about that, I will crush her. I will make sure no one will even look at her at school and burn her spirit to ash. She came to our school willing, and already agreed to our little personal war. Sadly little Haruno doesn't know she is going to loose." The figure rolled onto his back and watched the girl he just bed get dressed.

Ino couldn't look at the monster that lay only a few feet away from her.