Chapter 2

"Good Morning Sakura" Gaara spun his chair around backwards and took a seat on it.

"Morning" She answered rather bleakly. She munched upon a piece of toast she'd pulled from a pile in front of her.

It was Temari's turn to cook. It seemed every dreadful time she were to come over it was Temari's turn to cook.

The scarlet haired teen plucked a piece of toast from her pile and began to munch on it contentedly. It was surprisingly quiet this morning. Kankuro was still sleeping. Temari was across the room, frying what he assumed was a mixture of eggs, milk, and poison. And next to him was Sakura. She didn't mind the fact he was a freak, and he might be a sociopath in most cases. Instead she was growling curses at him for stealing her toast as though he had been a normal person. It's the way she would react to Kankuro or Temari. He felt almost human as they ate in silence.

Sakura had awoken startled at her surroundings. Still lacking quite a few pints of blood. She'd rushed around to make toast so she could sit here staring dizzily at her surroundings and fake being all right. As Gaara and Temari came in she gave them brief greetings. If she spoke any more that what was needed she was sure she'd grow exhausted and fall in the pile of toast she'd made.

"Sakura-chan!" Kankuro latched onto the girl from behind. Her eyes grew two sizes and she fell foreward.

"ummph Kankuro go away" She muttered from where her head was laying on the table. She'd successfully managed to dodge her toast.

"Sorry I forgot" he said giving her a pat on the back.

Using the words of inner Sakura as strength she pulled herself up into a low slouch in her chair and shot Kankuro a dark glare.

"Just be more careful okay?" She said trying to take a light carefree tone of voice.

She'd fooled Kankuro and Temari. But Gaara narrowed his eyes at the girl. As she'd been trying to change her tone a mild twitch of her brow showed she was trying not to cringe.

"Sakura" Gaara said evenly.

Her gaze fluttered over to him. "Yes?" She tilted her head cutely at him.

"Go back to bed" he growled folding his arms atop the table.

"No" she answered looking back at Kankuro, who's face was being shoved into a pile of what looked like pancakes.

"Go" he growled at her.

"Whatever" she was now concentrating on Temari and Kankuro.

Kankuro was sneaking candy from his hoody into his mouth with Temari caught him. She swatted his hand with the spatula demanding that he eat breakfast. When he refused war broke out between the sand siblings. She attempted to feed him while he was trying to re-wrap one of his dolls. Food splattered everywhere. Now his face was down in the pancakes. It was a surprise he hadn't taken a bite just so she'd let him go, so that he may breathe again. The face painted sibling let out another scream then fell limp in his pancakes.

"Shit" Temari kicked his chair around from under him and shoved him under the table.

The unconscious Kankuro rolled limply under the table out of sight.

Gaara looked back to Sakura.

"It happens all the time when he refuses to eat her food" He explained in a deadpanned voice.

She made some sort of a muffled noise to acknowledge he'd been talking.

Gaara snorted at the girls half awake expression and threw her over his shoulder. "I told you to go back to bed" he grumbled unhappily. Not that he was ever happy anyway.

Gaara made his way up the steps with ease. He'd walked past Temari's room. It was too dangerous in there to put someone with little health. Kakuro's room? He peered in the doorway. The wall was lined with puppets of all sizes and shapes. Sighing he voted against it. Knowing Kankuro he probably slept with his puppets next to him in bed. Finally he stopped by his own door. The sand nin produced a key from his pocket and slid it into the lock. Leaving the key in the door he walked in.

Sakura landed on the bed with a soft 'pwump'. The bed was rather nice for a guy who was probably never home. It was covered in red satin sheets with a velvet comforter. She expected nothing less from the son of the kazekage.

"Thanks" she murmured vanishing beneath the layers of blankets.

"Hn. Don't get use to it Haruno" He growled hovering over her for a moment.

"Gaa-chan" she giggled inaudibly curling against his pillow.

The teenager stared back at the girl in his bed and grunted. The girl he normally tormented wasn't this hard to work against. Normally they crumbled and cried a lot. He was sure she'd be prettier than the others when she crumbled. There was something about breaking a girls spirit. The way their eyes dulled. When there skin was cold to the touch. Their bitter laugh. Empty smiles. It was something Gaara had lived for since the end of middle school. Maybe it was because he'd never met his own mother. Lack of female role model. Or maybe… Gaara was looking for someone just like him.

Sakura had left in the middle of the evening without the sand siblings knowledge.

Gaara stalked from room to room threatening someone who wasn't there. "C'mon you little idiot I know you're here" he snarled pulling up the skirt on Temari's bed, to look under it.

The phone rang. He let out a low snort and went to find it. It was in the most unusual place, the bathroom counter. Looking from side to side to see if he could see any visible foul play he picked it up and hit the talk button.

"This better be good" he rasped.

"Just calling so you guys wouldn't worry… Not that you would.. But…" The voice on the other end continued to ramble endlessly.

"Sakura?" He inquired. His eye visibly twitched. He'd kill her! How dare she take off leaving him to look a fool.

"Hai. See you in school tomorrow!" She said rather cheerfully. The phone Gaara was holding to his ear went silent.

"Baka baka baka baka" He snarled throwing around anything he could get his hands onto.

Temari peered curiously from her doorway. Quickly she shut the door as the sound of breaking glass was heard outside her door.

Kankuro who was sitting in the living room working on a puppet was less likely. Gaara lifted him by the throat. He slammed him against the floor snarling bitterly. Kicking free Kankuro broke for his own room and locked the door behind him.

"Sakura-chan I hope you know what your doing" Kankuro whispered staring out the glass of his window.

Sakura had awoken early. She starred at her reflection for a bit before changing into a clean red shirt with her name printed on the front along with a pink flower. Clicking her tongue softly she slid into a black skirt.

The pink haired teenager was settled comfortably in a nook in the corner of the courtyard when a dark shadow fell over her.

Her eyes shot open to see her scarlet haired antagonist himself. Gaara was hovering above her with a pair of scissors.

"Don't stab me" she kicked him in the shin and pushed him away with one hand. Gracefully she climbed to her feet and got ready to bolt.

"I don't intend to stab you" A smirk graced his features. "I have much much bigger plans" He seized her by one arm and hauled her into the school. They wound around the halls into the auditorium, and finally behind stage.

Sakura could hear the student council talking on stage to the students. Her emerald eyes locked onto Gaara's own eyes.

A feral smirk spread across his features as she was thrown to the wooden flooring of the stage. He pounced atop of her and with the scissors began to shred her skirt. The moment he got off and began to stalk away the curtains opened exposing her to the entire student body.

A furious blush fell over her cheeks.

But it wasn't as dark as the glare Gaara was giving her from somewhere in the shadows off to the side. He stomped his foot angrily. The girl was smart, a bit too smart. She wore biking shorts under her skirt. They might have been skin tight but they also saved her the embarrassment. Of course, he did this ever year to a new girl. She probably figured it was going to happen.

The bubblegum haired teenager waved to the audience with a stifled laugh. She back tracked off stage and ducked into the girls locker room.

Gaara gave a soft chuckle. Indeed the prey was certainly becoming quite cunning. Perhaps the female race was becoming immune to his antics. It was too quick to jump to conclusions he decided walking offstage after her.

He watched her enter the locker room and slide into a pair of male's shorts. She dropped her shredded skirt into the waste basket. It was only the first hour of the day. He had quite a bit to do.

The scarlet haired male entered her first hour class. Crouching over her seat he unscrewed a bottle of red food coloring and gave a good squirt of it into the center of her seat. She would look like she was in the middle of her period. With no change of clothes now she'd surely leave school to go home and gather her wits.

Ducking out of the room he watched her enter. She didn't notice anything. The girl settled comfortably in her seat. She was soaking up knowledge and the food coloring at the same time.

He chuckled watching her stand to walk to the front of the class to read. The students immediately broke out in laughter. Some of them only ducked their heads to whisper softly and look at her as though they were sorry for the embarrassment she was feeling.

Looking confused the teacher allowed her to exit the class to go to the bathroom. The girl left the bathroom with a dark blush.

"Gaara!" she howled slamming her locker loudly. She wrapped a hoody tightly around her waist and headed to her homeroom once more.

He sat in the shadows once more.

Maybe lunch was a time she'd be less ready for. He'd scare her for sure. This time he knew exactly what to do.

Sakura was once again eating lunch alone. She didn't seem to mind. Her eyes darted to the steadily growing closer Gaara.

"Want to eat lunch with me?" She asked scooting over on the bench she was sitting on.

"I have other plans" He answered grabbing her shoulder and pulling her into the parking lot. A few cars revved as though on cue. They darted down the length of the lot straight at Sakura. One made contact sending her sprawling.

From the inside of the car there was a loud hoot. "You don't know what your messing with when you embarrass Gaara" The voice called out.

"Damn" She muttered rolling in-between two cars. Blood colored her lower lip as she panted against the cement.

Her two hands pushed against the ground to push her up. A studded boot was pushed into the center of her back making it crack.

"Sakura Sakura Sakura" A voice scolded. "If your hurt you shouldn't move" It was rather snide and scolding. She hated it!

"Gaara" she snarled blowing her hair out of her eyes.

"See you tomorrow" Gaara removed his boot from her back and headed off.

"Like hell you will" she hissed attempting to stand once more.

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A/N: Come back for the next chapter. I'm rather stuck with this story. I don't know what to do with it. I'm sure something will come to me. IF anyone has suggestions throw them in? Please and thank you.

Hoshi