Chapter 6: Desert Rose

Trying to forget the morning's event, Myaaki walked to the hospital, ready to start her teaching.

(Lets just skip ahead to sometime before her lessons just end)

Gaara was sitting on top of the roof to his house, thinking. Growing more and more confused, he got angry.

"What is she doing to me!" he roared.

He cringed inside when he saw the pain he inflicted upon her, he wanted her to be safe, he also found himself imagining her in his mind all the time, her red hair glistening behind her back, the way it fell into her beautiful clear blue eyes…

"Could this be?..." he wondered aloud. "I'll see." And with that, lept off the roof and disappeared inside the house.

As Myaaki was heading towards her room after the dinner Temari had cooked, she saw the other door across from her own already opened. It was almost beckoning her in the room. She followed it. Creaking it open wider, she stepped inside. A bed was in the middle of the room, with black blankets and pillows. She stepped forward again and felt something beneath her feet crunch. The kunoichi knelt down and picked up the substance with her fingers. It was grainy.

"SAND!" she exclaimed, eyes opening wide with fear. "Thu doing in heres is Gaara's room!"

The door behind her slammed shut. She whipped around to see Gaara staring at her.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked menacingly.

"Well, um, the dorr was open and, um.."

"Stop rambling, girl!" He said forcefully, sand was whirling around Myaaki. It gripped her tightly, but not enough that it would hurt.

She was surprised he didn't slam her into the wall again. Gaara advanced towards her. He was very close.

"What are you doing to me?"he asked softly, tracing her chin, following her jawline and curling behind her hear, trailing his fingers through the mane of silky red hair.

Myaaki's skin prickled gently. Her heart fluttered.

'Am I liking this? Seriously?' the red head thought, confused with her feelings.

Neither spoke for awhile. The sand fell away, sliding under the door behind Gaara.

"I-I-don't know…I just don't know…" Myaaki said, tears welled up in her eyes.

She looked down, so he wouldn't see her crying. Sand swirled again and Gaara disappeared, as well as the door opening, leading the girl to her room.

She ran into her room, slammed the door and collapsed on her bed, crying herself to sleep.

The next morning, Myaaki was gazing out of her window. Something was on her side table. She raised a hand, grasping it, bringing it close to her face, examining it. It was a rose. But something about it was unusual. It felt strange. It was made of sand.

"A…rose?" she wondered aloud.

"No, a desert rose." Said a voice that was almost like a whisper, travel through her room. Quickly, the kunoichi scanned the room, but no one was there.

"A desert rose." She whispered, clutching it close to her chest.