Note: Long chapter and finally Part II complete and only ten more chapters of this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor do I own the Naruto story line.

Chapter Twenty:

Answers are Never Plain

Ten minutes before the show someone knocked on my dressing room door, and since Tokko had left I guessed that it was her.

But I was wrong.

I should have known not to trust Aiko.

I should have known by the way he looked at me that he had something planned.

I was just lucky that Tsunade had trained me well and that he had showed up when he had.

I opened the door to see a very drunk man with a wire-like beard grinning at me- I could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath along with the smell of sweat that his body was so deeply drenched in.

I went to slam the door in his face, but he had caught it with his hand his grin even wider than before.

I knew then that I was in trouble.

"What do you want?" I asked him angerily, I was fustrated with his intrusion and wanted nothing better than to knock him through the stone wall behind my door.

"Not much," he replied with a cocky grin, he had something in the glint of his eye.

Lust.

I knew then what he had planned for me.

He pushed his way into my room, knocking me to the side as he did so.

Honestly, I wander if the man thought that I was truely like the other girls; did he think I would give into his demands with out a fight?

That I would simply just give up it up to him, someone that I didn't even know the name of?

Well, if those were his thoughts then he was mistaken.

I, Haruno Sakura, the student of the Fifth Hokage and one of the top in my class, was not going to lose this fight- at least those were my thoughts as he came closer to me drowning my nostrils in his scent. The bastard must have honestly thought that I was going to allow him the pleasure of my body, of me. Its funny to think about in away, because honestly I could have killed the poor maron if he hadn't showed up.

Why Gaara was coming to the back I really don't know.

Anyways, the man pressed his body to mine, a stomach-wrenching smile on his cracked lips.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I warned him as his hands snaked to my waist.

"Do what?" he questioned me dangerously.

I knew that my eyes were danergous, and my voice full of venom as I allowed the words to escape my lips, "If you try anything I'll kill you, do you understand you pitiful excuss of a man."

He frowned at me, "What did you say?"

"You heard me," I said darkly, "I'll crush ever single bone in your body if you try anything, understand?"

He grabbed my wrists, slamming my body against the wall behind me, "Like you could girlie. I've paid and now I want whats mine."

"Then," I said as my knee met the soft flesh of his stomach, then taking my elbow I jammed it in the spot where his neck met his head, "You came to the wrong girl!"

After a few minutes the man pushed his body off the floor, his forehead bleeding from the contact with the floor, he growl, "You stupid bitch, look what you did!"

My anger sat in then.

"Oh I'm sorry," I replied mockingly, "Let me help you with that!"

I pulled back my fist punching him right in his crooked nose, his large body went flying into the mirrors on the oppsite wall shattering them under his wieght. I stormed over to him, kicking him in his side as I turned his body over so I could see his face. He was bleeding badly, but I didn't see any life threating injuries though I doubt I would have healed him if I did. I placed my foot on his throat so that he couldn't breathe and hissed at him as dark as I could, "How many girls have you and that bastard been raping and placing them here to work?"

He smirked, coughing as he did.

I felt someone grabbed me by the back of my dress and sling me away from the bleeding man into the oppsite wall. When my back collided with the concert wall my vision turned white, I felt my knees hit the floor from the force I had been slung at and the rate of my speed as I went flying through the air. The next thing I felt was someone grabbed the front of my hair, that Tokko had left out of the bun she had put my hair in and the jeweled clip, and jerk me to my feet forcing my eyes open.

"Looks like you did a number on my brother," Aiko growled as he shook my head from the hair he had.

"Yeah well what can I say?" I whispered with a cocky grin, "It was easy."

"Listen you little-"

He was cut off by a cold voice, "I suggest you release her."

I strained to look over the pimps shoulder, and I saw him.

At the sight of his red hair, of his teal eyes embellished with black, of his handsome features, of his tattoo my heart swelled with joy; I knew I was safe which was more than what I could say for the other men in this room.

Aiko jerked me as he turned around, his brother was finally on his feet and was glaring at me with pure hatred- I could only think of one thing to do and that was to give him a sweet, nonchalant smile. His face began to turn shades of red from his anger.

"I said," the rogue ninja growled as he stepped forwards some, "Let her go."

"Or what?" Aiko mocked as he glared at my savor.

"Or I'll kill you," Gaara sent his sand toward Aiko, gripping the flesh of his neck.

I stretched my hand down toward the end of my stockings that was closest to me, trying to get to the kunai I had hidden in it. I couldn't seem to get close enough to my weapon because of the position Aiko had forced me to stand in. Gaara must have guessed what I was doing because I felt grains of his sand go into the entrance of my stockings handing my choice weapon. I flashed him a quick smile as I hid the weapon in the sleeve of my dress.

I was waiting for the right moment to attack.

What happened next I didn't expect.

Aiko release my hair slinging me backwards where his brother wrapped one arm around my neck, and the other around my own arms to keep me from squriming out of his reach. I cursed loudly, but thankfully I had my kunai in my sleeve.

Gaara eyes meet my own, and knew then what he was thinking.

I just had to wait.

His sand flew at Aiko, surrounding the man's body, and instantly crushing it; the other man who held me released my arms long enough for me to pull the kunai out of my sleeve, jamming into his throat. His blood slpattered onto my face and hair as I pushed my weapon deeper and deeper into his throat until finally he fell to the ground with a graggling sound escaping from his throat.

I was partly sorry that both men were dead, but then I wasn't.

There was no telling how many girls they had raped and pimped out to make money, they desevered what they got.

Still, I hate to see a life ended even if it was a wasted one.

Gaara stalked over to me, his own face smeared with the blood of Aiko and his eyes clearing lusting for more.

"Sakura," he began; I was over joyed at the sound that his voice made when he said my name, it- my name I mean- never sounded better than when his lips moved to say it, "Are you alright?"

"Yes," I replied a little shaken by my experience but at the same time my mind was calculating what to do, after all there was a whole inn full of prositutes that needed to be taken care of not to mention the orange haired woman.

His hand, before I knew it, was on my cheek, his fingers massaging my smoothe skin under them. I looked up into his eyes to see an emotion they were expressioning that I had never seen him show before- it nearly melted my heart from the very sight of them. He leaned forward, just as I had silently wished for him to do so many times, and his lips connected with my own.

Any discribtions or adjectives to discribe our first kiss would be insufficant- there is no word in any language to describe the pleasure of it,of the passion, of the lust, but more of the love.

At first it was slow, a gentle thing like a small breeze, but then it increased.

Instead of that small breeze that it started with it turned into heated passion, a day in the middle of summer.

It was more than a gentle peck, our lips parted as we embraced each other, my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as his strong ones pulled me closer to his body wrapping themselves firmly around my waist.

He was mine.

And I was his.

For a few minutes our tongues wrestled with who was dominate, but finally I allowed him to take over the kiss- I knew he wanted to.

I don't think that we would have parted as soon as we had, but just as the heat was becoming even hotter between us Tokko entered the room and screamed. Her scream was loud, and even slightly annoying. I pulled away from him, which I recieved a growl of protest, and ran over to the tremble girl who had dropped the fruit she was carring.

"Tokko," I began, but then what could I say?

I knew what it looked like.

A room covered with blood, her bosses body crushed and his blood smeared over the walls, the body of her possible rapist laying on the floor covered with blood, Gaara and I making out, covered in blood, in the room covered in blood, with two bodies covered in blood.

I went toward her embracing her as I did so, she struggled for a few minutes before finally breaking down in my arms.

Just at the same time Naruto arrived, his face covered with sweat and his body blanketed with cuts and bruises, "I located Itachi."

I released Tokko, "Where?"

"He was here," he huffed, "But left- I tried to follow him but lost his trail. What happened here?"

"Nothing," Gaara replied darkly.

I knew what was on his mind.

"Alright," I said as I pulled Tokko to her feet, "Naruto take Tokko to the missions center here and get a jounin to take her home. Write a message to Lady Tsunade to take care of her until we get home, tell her to train her for me, then meet Gaara and me at the exit of the city."

"Right," he nodded as he took Tokko's small arm, "Lets go!"

"W-wait," she stammered grabbing my own hand.

For some unknown reason I wanted to take care of her, to make sure she'd never be taken advantage of by any more men like Aiko or his disguisting brother.

"Go with him," I commanded her, "He'll make sure nothing will happen to you I promise."

"Yeah!" Naruto added.

Tokko allowed him to take her out of the room, her eyes on me the entire time.

Someone trusted my judgement.

Again.

"So what are we going to do?" Gaara asked me once they had left.

"Take care of this shit hole," I informed him as I went for the door.

"Wait," he said as he pulled me back toward him, "I want to give something."

"What?" I asked, shocked at what he said.

"Here," he handed me a pendent with a sun made of gold and two single zet black stones that were oddly enough transparent in the center of it- I had never seen stones such as these.

"What is it?" I asked him as I place the necklace around my neck.

"Sandstone," he replied simply, "When ever your endanger and I'm not around my sand will always protect you."

I smiled up at him, "Thank you."

He scratched his hair, looking away from me with a blush on his cheeks, "Your welcome."

Taking him by the hand I said, "Now lets go get these bastards."

"Yeah," the bloodlust came back into his eyes, "By the way I like that dress on you."

"Thank you," I replied as we went out the door.