Gaara and Sakura
Sequel to Gaara and Sakura. Hehe
Sakura secretly watched Gaara train with his sand. She sat in the house gazing out the window at her boyfriend. This was one of the few times he came over to visit her. He was usually gone off, doing something, sakura wasn't really sure what. He only visited 4 or 5 times a year. It had been 3 years since the Sasuke incident. Sasuke had asked for Sakura's forgiveness, and promised never to get drunk again. Sakura had forgiven him. She wasn't sure if Gaara had forgiven him though…. Sasuke always flinched when he heard Gaara's name. Sakura had moved out of her old house, and was now living in a house that she had rented. It was in the woods, by a peaceful little stream. Sakura sighed. Her pink hair waved in the wind that blew through the open window. So far her life was perfect. She loved Gaara, and Even though he didn't show his emotions as well as others, she knew he loved her too. The way his eyes always flashed with love for a moment or two before returning to their normal un emotional stare when he looked at her. He no longer had any more night pains, or nightmares. Sakura watched Gaara control the sand with ease. The sand moved like a peaceful liquid around him, but sakura knew better to be lulled into that thought. That sand was stained with blood of past kills. That sand was deadly, one of the most deadly things around. Sakura blinked. Something was up with Gaara. He seemed a little tense, he was always cautious when going out, but now he was attacking anyone who even glanced at him. Tonight when he came in she would ask him about it.
Later that night Sakura sat alone at the table, waiting for Gaara. After half and hour, of waiting she went to check on him. She walked into his room. It was empty. His gourd was gone too. "Gaara?" she called out. No answer came. Sakura felt her heart drop. He always did this, always left without saying goodbye. Sakura felt tears blur her vision. She knew he would be back. But it always hurt when he left. Sakura noticed a piece of paper left on the window ceil. She walked over and picked it up, knowing what it would say.
Dear dear Sakura,
I Have business to attend to, I will be back
Gaara of the desert
Sakura ripped the paper up. Her life was perfect whenever Gaara was here, but it was always empty when he was gone. Sakura wiped the tears from her eyes. She lay down on his empty mattress. It still smelled like him, the smell of the wild, sand, and dirt. Sakura slept on Gaara's empty mattress that night. Dreaming about him, and past memories.
Sakura opened her eyes. Sunlight stung her retinas. She closed her eyes again. She hugged the mat, not wanting to get up. A few minutes later she started to get ready for the day. Sakura walked out of her house, and decided to check on her mom. She walked sadly down the path. 15 minutes later she came to her old street. She then noticed there were people talking on her mom's porch. Sakura sped up. She narrowed her eyes. A man stood there, talking to her mom. At the man's side was a teenage boy. Who were they and what did they want with my mom? Sakura thought. Sakura hurried forward.
