A/N: Ok well I liked the first chapter. I thought it was kinda funny. But you guys can think what you want. Oh and I might turn a chapter or two into songfics don't know for sure yet. So now onward to the second day of hell! --Yells with fake confident look on face--
Hoshiko rolled over in her fluffy bed. She felt very content being asleep. Her normal black pajama attire on. Her first day was hell and she fell asleep right after doing her homework, skipping dinner.
"What!" she yelled being jerked awake by a loud banging on her door. She fell to the floor again, but at least not on her face. She groaned rubbing her now sore ass. Oh, she was gonna kill him!
She stood, growling loudly. She hated the fact that her brother was an every time of day type person. But he always seemed more peppy in the mornings just to piss her off and it always worked. She did her daily routine and was now looking at her closet.
"What to pick, what to pick," she said aloud tapping her chin. Her voice seemed different than yesterday. It was deeper, still feminine, but a little deeper.
She decided on some guy clothes. She never really liked wearing girl clothes although she still wore them. She put on a white bra and panties. She slipped a really baggy white t-shirt, dark jeans, a red jacket with two white lines at the arms, and some black and white tennis shoes. She brushed her hair and put in her five earrings. Her mother thought it was horrible when she got more piercings. Having three on the right ear and two on the left really freaked her mother out but eventually she learned to live with it. It was after all Hoshiko's way of expressing herself. Grabbing her backpack she walked lazily downstairs.
"Hey Hoshiko…." Akito trailed off waiting for her reply. Nothing.
"Hoshiko," he tried again. Nothing.
"Hoshi…."
"My name isn't Hoshiko! It's Zakuro (1)! Get it right dobe!" she yelled cutting him off. He sunk in his seat and tears brimmed his eyes. She rolled her eyes and groaned loudly.
"Sorry, how was I supposed to know you were here. Geeze you make it sound like I'm supposed to be psychic," he said in an angry huff. She shot him a quick glare and he shut up.
"Now, now dear, don't kill your brother," her mother said.
"Oh come on, why not? He's just a waste of space," she said shooting him another glare.
"Because he's your little brother. And he's family…..until he's eighteen," their mother said. Akito pouted.
"Come on squirt, if we don't hurry we're going to be late," Zakuro said getting up and putting sunglasses on. He slowly got up and followed his big sister out the door.
At school it was the daily routine. Well, sort of. Today was going to be a little different. She smirked as she made her way to the gym. People were staring at her, almost wondering if that really was the new girl. She made her way to the gym but turned behind it. She wanted to surprise everyone, it would be more fun that way.
It had been twenty minutes into the class period. She now felt it would be okay. They thought she was absent today so why not surprise them. She definitely wanted to see the look on those skanks faces when she showed them that they were gonna have hell to pay for threatening her and being complete bitches, thinking they owned everyone and the school. She hated the high and mighty types and don't mistake Zakuro for one. She just likes shoving people's words up their asses. She walked through the big doors that were already open. Taking a deep breath to calm herself from laughing, she walked into the actual gym.
Her tennis shoes made a little noise as she walked, only because they were loose. The first ones to stop and look were the boys which caused everyone else to stop. They all stared at her. Some had looks of surprise and some just didn't know what to feel. The guys had their jaws hanging, except Gaara. He looked shocked but not as much as everyone else. She looked like a rocker/punk girl who just got out of juvie (sp). She even had the scowl that went with the look. He had to admit he thought she looked damn hot. The girls were shocked so much they were frozen in their spots. Yawning Zakuro walked to the bleachers and sat down. She looked down at everyone seeing that they were still staring.
"What? Hey don't let me stop your game, please continue," she said waving her hand for them to continue.
It was after first period and Zakuro was walking slowly to her next period. She would have much rather skipped literature but Hoshiko would have killed her. So instead she was making her way slowly. Along the way a couple of guys from her P.E. class smirked at her or complimented on her new look. She just nodded at the compliments and scowled at the smirks.
She walked down the hallway, slowly of course, when she felt a hand wrap around her upper arm. The hand pulled her down a different hallway and against the wall. She looked at the person from behind her sunglasses.
"Gaara?" she said curiously. Gaara stood in front of her with his impassive glare. He had her shoved against the wall but not roughly. He was wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt and baggy black pants.
"What's with the change?" he asked. He eyed her up and down.
"Oh well I was just trying to make a good first impression. That didn't work well so I put on what I usually wear," she said grinning slightly. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Why does your voice sound different?" he asked curiously. She blinked a few times.
"Sorry gotta go," she said pulling form his grasp and running to her second class.
It was lunchtime again. Oh god, the dreaded cafeteria! She walked into the cafeteria with confidence. Everyone of course glared at her but she dint pay attention. She pushed past all of them and got her lunch. She saw her little brother with a group of friends chatting happily. 'Well at least he has friends,' Hoshiko said. 'God I hate how that little brat can be so good with people. I HATE PEPPYNESS!' Zakuro screamed. 'Geeze calm down. It's not like you have to be that way,' Hoshiko reasoned. 'You're absolutely right,' Zakuro said perking up a bit.
She walked out of the cafeteria leaving plenty of angry teenagers. She ate her lunch in peace today. Not even Gaara showed up. Her stomach thanked her and she went to throw her trash away. She walked past a group of kids yelling fight. Zakuro rolled her eyes until she heard the yelp that came from the circle. She ran to the circle and pried her way through the crowd. In the middle ws her little brother! He was getting picked on by upper classmen. She growled deep in her throat. An older boy than her was holding her little brother by his shirt collar.
"Let me go you big whale!" he shouted trying to escape. The older boy growled in anger to the comment.
"What was that squirt?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"You heard me," Akito said. Soon a giant fist was flying for his face. Akito shut his eyes tight and screamed.
Nothing. What was going on? He opened his eyes to see his big sister holding the fist. He smiled brightly. Zakuro was glaring at the older boy. Gaara walked by and noticed someone was getting into a fight. Shrugging he walked over to see it. People automatically moved for him. His eyes widened a little at seeing "Hoshiko" in a fight.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to pick on the weak?" she growled. He let go of Akito and she let go of his fist. Akito scrambled behind her. They face each other, glaring. The upper classmen seemed to smirk at the fact that a girl though she could take him on.
"No, but why don't you teach me a lesson," he said licking his lips. She made a disgusted face.
"Oh gladly," she said scowling.
He ran at her and she stood there doing nothing. He went to punch her but was flipped onto the ground instead. She had grabbed his wrist after moving and flipped him over her shoulder. She stood over him with a raised eyebrow.
"Is that all ya got scary man?" she asked dully. He growled and got to his feet.
He tried to kick her in the side but she caught it. She pushed him back a little. Her dangerous smirk appeared again. She took hold of his ankle and the top part of his foot and twisted him in the air causing him to ungracefully fall to the ground. He groaned in pain and got up slowly. He shook his head and scowled at her again. He ran at her trying to punch her again. She caught it with her hand. She gripped his fist and pulled him to her and then let go. The instant she let go she punched him, hard, in the gut causing him flying into a near by bench. Everyone was shocked at the new girl. She certainly was like nothing they would have expected.
She "humphed" and crossed her arms over her chest. Akito ran up to her happily. She stuck out her finger and poked his forehead.
"Ow, sis that was my forehead!" he wailed. She looked down at him.
"You need to learn to watch yourself. I wont always be there for you," she said seriously. He pouted.
"Yeah well I won't always be there for you," he mocked. She glared and her eyes began to twitch.
"What did you say?" she asked dangerously low. Before she could pounce him someone came up and grabbed her arms from behind.
"I'm gonna kill you!" she shouted. She turned behind her after feeling the strong arms around hers. Her brother sweat dropped at her anger explosion.
"Huh? Oh Gaara," she said seeing him holding her.
"Hey calm down," he said in her ear. Akito jumped up and poked her forehead as hard as he could. She whipped her head around quickly, flames shooting from the sides of her eyes in anger. The little boy screamed and ran away.
"Just you wait little brother! I'll get you when we get home!" she yelled waving her arms about trying to get out of Gaara's grasp.
It was in between seventh and eighth period. Gaara and "Hoshiko" (A/N: Ok she still hasn't told him. If you've already figured it out, I made it pretty obvious) sat on the roof. They were going to skip the last class. His class was algebra and hers was history. So there they sat on the roof just staring out ahead of them.
Zakuro sighed as the light breeze washed through them bringing the smell of flowers. She liked the spring time because it was so beautiful but she loved winter more. The cold, the beautiful white snow, it just made her feel so happy.
"So why did you move here?" Gaara asked breaking the silence. She turned to face him then turned back to the rest of the large town.
"Because my father died. My mom wanted to get away from everything that reminded her of my father so…..here I am," she replied calmly.
"Oh," was all he said.
"You know you're not like other girls. Why?" he asked. She laughed lightly.
"Yeah I know that. Why, well I dunno really. I mean I didn't have any older brothers to influence me. I guess it was just seeing all the other girls and the way they acted. I didn't like it that much, I mean I tried for my mom but I just couldn't do it. My dad thought it was cool but my mom was disappointed in me. But like everything else about me she got used to it," Zakuro said off handedly.
"Well at least she accepts you now," he said smiling lightly.
"Yeah, she says that since my brother and I are more alike it makes the house more lively," she chuckled. He laughed lightly at her comment.
They spent the rest of the time in silence. Soon enough the bell rang and all the kids were rushing out to go home for the weekend. The two were just climbing down the stairs, they didn't want to be swamped by the flow of kids.
Zakuro saw Akito waiting for her and walked over to him. They were about to walk away when Zakuro stopped. Akito turned and watched. Hoshiko was asking frantically what she was doing. Gaara stared at her curiously. Walking over to him she smiled a small smile.
"Hey you want to come over?" she asked casually. Hoshiko screamed and fainted while blushing wildly. He looked at her curiously then shrugged.
"Yeah why not. No one will care if I'm home or not," he said.
The three of them walked together in silence. Akito had a sly look on his face and he was watching Zakuro from the corner of his eye. She looked down at him, curiously, feeling his eyes. When she saw his face she got an angry/pout crossover type look.
"What are you lookin at squirt?" she asked. His sly look got even more so.
"Why did you ask him to come home with us?" he asked slyly. They, for the moment, forgot Gaara was even there.
"Because it was a nice thing to do. Something you obviously know nothing of," she said glaring at him.
"Uh huh," he said not believing. She bent down to his level and glared him in the eye.
"What are you getting at squirt?" she asked eyeing him oddly.
"Hm, oh nothing," he said off handedly while waving it off.
"Oh no, you're not getting off that easily," she said.
"No, really it's nothing," he said starting to whistle. She was about to strangle him but sighed loudly and gave up.
They reached their house. It was a nice house. A two story, obviously, and it was painted a light blue. Really it looked nice, a little to nice, but it didn't get to Gaara. They walked inside and the two siblings shouted hello to their mother.
"Hey mom I brought a friend home!" Zakuro yelled. They walked through the small door hallway and trough a small dinning room. She stuck half her body around a corner. There was a break in the walls, it lead to the kitchen.
"Yo momma, whatcha doin?" she asked.
"Oh nothing, just making dinner," her mother said calmly. Zakuro pulled Gaara around the corner and they both stood under the arch of the ceiling.
"Ok, well can you stop for a minute?" she asked. Her mother stopped and turned to look at her daughter.
"Oh, who is this young man?" she asked in a calm surprise.
"Mom, this is Gaara. He's a friend from school. Is it ok if he stays for dinner?" she asked holding Gaara's hand the whole time. Her mother smiled.
"Of course dear. You know your friends are always welcome here," she said. Zakuro nodded and pulled Gaara away.
"Come on we can go to my room. It's more private, unless of course you want my brother bothering you all night, which will most likely happen. I get the feeling he's up to something," she said dragging him upstairs to her room. 'Oh I can tell this is going to be a fun night with the diner guest,' Zakuro thought.
A/N: Ok second name.
1. Zakuro Pomegranate