Old Love

Chapter 7

(Someone's POV)

I watched her thin arms wrapping around this red haired young man. Who was he? His face, I remember it. I felt my heart crushing as I gritted my teeth. "You betrayer…" I hissed at the sight of these two. Wrapping your arms around this filthy guy. Yes I remember who he is, Gaara – Gaara of the Sand. What a monster. Do you fancy monsters now, hm? Did your heart get this confused to actually pick a monster as your next potential lover? You pathetic little girl. It's me you promised your love to and now I see you betraying me? You are not going to get away this easy. Just look at all these people, wooting for this guy. Who was he anyways to dserve this attention? Especially the attention of my girl, my pretty girl.

(Someone's POV End)

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"Bring Gaara home." Rika ordered. "I need to visit Tsunade-sama and inform her about the current sitation. Don't worry." she smiled at her husband. It was probably the first time she actually felt that the ring both were wearing wasn't all that misplaced.

"Hey Naruto, you were great." Sakura blushed and twirled her hair nervously. "What if we go out on a date for once, as – let's say – some kind of reward?"

Sakura couldn't have made it happier. Kakashi hiding his smirk behind his mask was proud on Naruto. "For once, you did something right. Right enough for a girl to ask you out. Go boy!"

Rika stiffeled her laughter as she saw Naruto's cheeks flushing red. "Yes yes Naruto, now you finally got what you wanted. Though." she sighed. "I believe I will have to make sure this date wont end in an disaster. I don't quiet trust you, not after you've been around the perverted Jiraya for so long." She told herself. Waiting for the group along with Gaara to have vanished into Suna's direction, she took her leave for Konoha.

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(Rika POV)

I felt the cool air brushing over my body as I entered Konoha's gates. The streets were as empty as her bed in Suna would be right now. How she longed for a warm bed.

"You look a little lost." someone commented behind me. Spinning around my gaze fell upon a man. A man I knew very well. I felt a heavy rock crushing my body, as though Gaara had me burried under his sand. Heavier than anything. Trying to keep her balanced she retorted sternly. "No I am not." I saw his dark eyes again as a soft breeze blew away his bangs. These eyes filled with darkness, yet pure enough to enthrall her. I alawys believed eyes were the gates to a person's soul. "I need to leave, good bye." she said placidly and headed for the Hokage's office. The man was persistant though and followed her.

"Stop following me!" she yelled at him ready to slap him, though his movements were fast and he had caught her hand before she was able to raise it.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk." he smirked, with his other hand in his pockets. "How painful of you, to be greeting me like that." Pulling his hand out of his pockets he pressed it onto his chest, right where his heart was located, drama-like.

"Shut up. You went away. I can greet a betrayer like you any way I want." she hissed, withdrawing her hand. "Get away."

"I like the way you dress, it exposes a lot of skin." he mocked into her ear. The tip of his tongue caressed her earlobe.

Pushing him away hardly she pierced him with her eyes.

"You Betrayed me!" he suddenly yelled sounding almost drunken though she had not smelled any alcohol. "You little brat betrayed me with this monster, this Gaara-guy. The sand's monster." he laughed hysterically.

"He aint a monster." I yelled. "Now leave me be."

"What for?" he smirked shifting closer.

I took a few steps back. Feeling his hot breath on my skin, I confided into his movements which pressed me closer to a wall, far away from the streetlights.

As much as my lips longed for his warm flesh, I couldn't kiss him. "I hate you for being alive." I whispered as I felt his hand touching my tigh. "Hate keeps me going, come on, tell me you hate me." I saw him smirk again. His snake-like tongue touched my lips, though I refused to open my mouth for it to slide in. I allowed him to wetten my lips. His hand wandered up furhter, while his left had my right hand pinned to the cold stone wall. Even though there was no need to, he loved treating me like his prey. One year, one long year without him. Things changed, I had changed, my body had changed. And I knew he wanted to explore it, wanted to know each new detail.

I wanted to push him away. I wanted to stay innocent of his sick ideas, but I was helpless. "I hate you for being the one that stopped me from moving on." I whispered once again, though a small smirk crept onto my face, my eyelids were modestly dropped. He did not look into my eyes but shifted his hand further up until he had reached my underwear. I was like frozen to the spot, I wanted to run, run and prevent my already fragile heart from more pain, but maybe this was what would heal it. Just to feel his skin pressing against mine again. An imagine of Gaara flashed through my mind. "I did not betray you with him." I hissed into his ear. "You betrayed me to begin with. It was just fair for me to betray you too."

"We shall prove wheter you really want this Gaara." he smirked at me again and pressed his forehead against mine, waiting for my face to soften. I felt his index finger exploring sensitive spots.

Though I was immobilized against his touches, I couldn't get myself dirty again. I had thrown this jacket away when I allowed myself to play this game. He would always seduce me and make me feel as though I was the only one for him. But I never felt this was real. "I am happy you were gone." I whispered. "Yet a small amount loved you either way." Now or never.

"Go!" I yelled and pushed him away. He had trouble finding his balance again. "Just get back where you came from."

I still felt the feeling, a feeling of joy. As much as I had hoped to feel this pleasure again he often caused me, I knew it was wrong. I wouldn't be his toy again. And if I had to be anybody's toy, I wanted to be Gaara's, the only other male aside from my brothers I would trust. Whenever he touched me just like now, I felt that I was nothing but his puppet. The puppet he would go to when his primitive sexual needs would cause him to search for me again. Just to leave me in an exhausted state, lying in my own sweat. I wanted to leave this behind, the life of being his slave. Though I had to admit, that there was still a feeling left for him. A feeling for who he used to be. Love is complex and just as Gaara had told me once "Important people don't always have to be good." I had experienced on my own that the people you love don't need to be good either.

"Go away already. Get lost. I am married to Gaara and I love him." Though this was a lie I felt soaring through every of my limbs, I wanted to hurt him. Hurt him worse than a knife could.

Though he tried his hardest to hide it, I sensed some pain in his eyes. Short but it was present. I had finally hit the weak spot. And as much as Gaara's friendship, I was sure to have now, caused my heart to jump in joy, it hurt me to have to use him as a lie to flee from my previous love. "There's no love left for me. I'd rather fuck Gaara than you." I yelled. Swiftly covering my mouth I had realized what I just said. My mind and my mouth had stopped interacting as soon as I felt his warm hands touching me where I would only touch myself. Just look at what you are making me say? How pathetic.

I watched him smirk. Smirking at me with the same expression he would always give me when he was horny. "Just get lost."

I was proud of myself. Proud that I didn't let the demon get the better of me.

I rushed away. Tsunade could wait. I wanted to get back to Gaara.

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And for the first time when entering the room to where we slept, I felt as though this was my home. I felt safe.

He was standing on the balcony, hands resting on the parapet. He didn't hear me enter. You are so much more calmer than he is. I lingered in this moment for a while, watching him.

Quietly I approached him from behind. Watching his rather spikey hair waving in the soft breeze I wrapped my arms around him from behind. "Sorry." I whispered into his ear.

"What for?" he asked me in his mature voice, calm and collected. You weren't shocked when I came from behind? Guess you sensed me.

"I didn't talk with Tsunade anymore, she was away." I lied.

"That's not a reason to say sorry." he retorted. My hands still rested on his shoulders. My left hand held my right in front of his chest, he couldn't escape. I didn't tell him what this sorry was for. This was exactly the position I was always in when with him, my old love. I would gently kiss his cheek. And I was temtped to do so now too, just to keep the tradition alive. But I couldn't. I was afraid of his reaction. The pain and the need to move on drove me into coming closer to Gaara, or so I believed.

"Are you ok? Did something happen?" he asked me and I even sensed a worried tone in his voice. Or was that just because you were embarassed because of me hugging you?

"No, why?"

"You are trembling." Gaara pointed out, as his left hand reached for my cupped ones. I felt his warm hand on my cold ones. It was then that I realized that I actually trembeled.

"I suppose you are right." You carry your burden, I carry mine. You shall not know about him until I defeated him on my own. Defeated him out of my heart. "Tomorrow I want to go visit my brother. Is that ok with you?" I asked him as my head rested in his shoulder.

"You are free to go anywhere you want to. You are not tied to this place." He spoke, yet his voice was a lot warmer than before.

"But maybe, that's exactly what I want. Being tied to a place for once." I withdrew from our embrace and left the balcony.

(Rika POV End)

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Another fast update. Hell if I keep updating at this rate the story might end soon. And come on people, review:) But this might change for short, due to me being on vacation.

I'll be away from Monday the 7th to Friday the 11th so expect one last update maybe and then, I'm away. And I expect to see lots of reviews when I'm back. Just kidding.