I do not own the Naruto, for if I did, I would be a rich guy walking around with money by the pound; I would have also made Sakura and Gaara hook up.

Dark Attractions

Summary: Meet Sakura, a hyper, popular, and crazy girl who is hung up on winning the affection of one person: Sasuke. But to do this, she must be anything but herself. She tries to act cool, and relaxed, almost seeming like she has no feelings. Apparently, this is the kind of girl Sasuke likes, and after years of un-fulfilled dreams about him, she is finally asked out. Happy at first, she takes her time getting to know him, and as much as she hates to admit it, she doesn't like that fact that Sasuke likes this "false Sakura". That is, until a new boy comes into school and she can't help but feel drawn to him and his mysterious past. As she later learns, this boy is just like her. Hiding who he really is. Will these two be able to cope through things, and accept their relationship? And will Sakura be able to accept this guy for who he really is?

Pairing: SakuraxGaara

Chapter 11: A Secret Appearance...

A bing! sound was heard as the blonde exited out of her transportation and onto the pavement of the subway. A small whine escaping her lips, she rummaged through her pockets, looking. Satisfaction was written in her lips as she held a piece of paper in front of her eyes; reading the address, and memorizing it just as quickly, she stuffed it back into her pocket.

A handbag slugged over one shoulder, she found her way to the exit and quickly marched out. The all-too familiar sound of cars surrounded her once again, as she walked towards a metal pole that had been placed, and firmly held onto the cement ground. Kicking her leg up onto the pole, she stood with one leg onto the ground, the other on the cold metal. Her eyes searched through the cars, waiting; she then waved one hand up into the air, whistled, and yelled, "Taxi!"

The shadows seemed to surround her; the clocked ticked, almost seeming to mock the disdained presence. The un-natural pastel pink dulled along with the darkness, as she sat on a chair, waiting. The sound of bustling cars was light, barely being heard as it broke into the air of the house. Tapping her fingers on the wooden table, she growled.

If there was something she hated more then him it would probably have to be awaiting for an arrival for a person; it was bad enough knowing that the girl she stood to mock was dating the very boy she hated, but making her wait this long was just adding to the anger that boiled within her.

Finally, after quite some time, she heard a knock on the door. In one thrust, she stood up onto her two legs and walked to the door; plastering a face that stood with as much imitation as she could possibly handle, she grabbed onto the knob, and, to her dismay, was met with cold eyes, and electric blue raven hair.

He almost seemed to stare right through her; the very hair on the back of her neck stood up as she slowly tensed, the muscles in her body aching. He walked right past her, not even averting his attention to the woman before him. He sat himself onto one of the chairs that lay in the far corner, covered with the comfort of the shadows he had grown to love all his life. A deep, silent voice was soon then heard. "We need to talk," he said, grinning. "Ryoko."

One after another, holograms appeared. She swung her leg over and onto the target, which smudged into the air, then disappeared. The process was continued over and over as combats skills she never knew she possessed came to her like instinct. It was strange how she found it so easy to slip through her opponents movements; not only that, but she could predict things, and easily come up with battle strategies. As far as she was concerned, she was one kick-ass woman; and that was all that mattered.

The level she had been training on vanished, as well as her challenge; she had won. Stretching her arms above her head, she yawned; Orochimaru had made her wake up early. Foot steps could be heard behind her as she blinked, and turned around. She was met with the smug look of a man that held a pale face; his gaze seemed to hold no emotion, but still left another curious.

"Sakura," he handed her a piece of paper, not saying another word. Then, grabbing onto her hand, he spoke. "Follow me." The way he said it made it literally impossible to disobey; she went along with him, no questions asked. It was strange how the room seemed to be growing darker and darker; the lights continued to fade, until, eventually, nothing was left.

Not a trace of light was left; it was pitch black; she couldn't even see her own hands! After all, her whole attire was black. "Every spy, every thief, should know the art of escape." A scratching noise was heard as a match was lit. She could see, but not much; the area was still blankly dark. The white face of Orochimaru appeared in front of her, making her whole body alert. "Today's lesson will be the art of escape; you will also learn how to find another if such a trick is pulled onto you." He stepped back, and grinned. Sticking the match into his mouth, the wetness of his saliva dissipated the lit match.

"Track me down, Sakura; follow my movements; sense me." A silent pause was made as the air almost seemed to shift, barely giving away the movement of the figure that stood within its bounds. "Or it could mean your death." She felt something sharp by her neck as the coldness of it lulled her into a state of mind. "Find me." He disappeared.

Her legs crossed, she looked out of the window as the Taxi driver became consumed in the traffic of the city; she hoped that she wouldn't arrive too late. She had a lot of explaining to do, and if her brother's suspicion was correct, then no time what so ever could be wasted. "Can't you go any faster?" she murmured. "I'm sorry miss, but this is as fast as I can legally go." The man at front said, replying to her silent complaint.

She smirked and responded, "Who said we need to follow the law?" As a woman, she was very aggressive, and a problem as small as traffic wasn't going to get in her way. She held onto one of the seats from the back and swung over to the front; nothing was in the way to stop this transition. She swiftly brought her index finger to the back of his neck; pressing against that area, the driver, stunned, collapsed.

She had worked under the influence of an illegal organization for two years; knowing things as simple as pressure points was crucial. Though the work she had once performed wasn't exactly for the best, she had gained much knowledge that stood to be a helpful asset till this very day. But what she had done in the past didn't matter anymore; it was all behind her; she wasn't working for him anymore. And neither was Gaara.

The address she had mentally stored rang in her head as she pressed hard against the accelerator, speeding up the car that was painted with a tacky yellow. She zig-zagged through the streets, ignoring the complaining and shouting of the others outside; the mileage on the car soon turned into seventy, but she continued to speed up.

She accurately avoided all the obstacles that stood in her way; she began to get closer and closer to her destination until, finally, slamming her foot onto the brake, the car slowed down dramatically. She softly rolled the car into the parking-lot of the house and jumped out onto the lawn. Her handbag was still carried along with her as she stepped onto the small, concrete steps. She arrived at the door and debated whether or not she should knock on the door, or pick at the lock.

She brought her ear against the door, trying to take in any noises; the hushed sounds that lay inside informed her to make a decision; she was going to pick at the lock, and walk in, slowly. If she wasn't notice from there, then she would continue along with whatever seemed best. She lunged her hand into a part of the bag and pulled it out; it was a paper-clip.

Bending it outward, she stuck it into the key-hole and fiddled with it, making the golden knob softly jingle. Then, a click was heard, signaling to her that she had accomplished her first task. Holding her breath, she skillfully rolled into the house, literally doing the combination of both a cart-wheel and a handstand.

To fully explain the process of what she did, you would start off like this; she placed her two hands onto the step that was ground-level with the floor of the house. Then, she would kick her two feet upward, form them into one, and aim them at the small opening that the door had formed when it draped backward, giving some space for only small vessels to seep through.

Then, she would slide it fully out of the way; from there, her two feet would return back behind her, and she would jump into the air, form into a handstand for an instance, and then roll onto a ball, and, lastly, find her two hands placed before her just like before when she had prepared for this technique. Really, the whole performance seemed like a waste of time, but in truth it was a very helpful skill.

The silent, quick movement was essential for such when another was trying to enter an unknown area, and had no idea of how the situation stood in the territory she had just entered. It left her an opening behind her, just in case she needed to retreat; it also left her in an alert stance, where other techniques and movements could be formed. Though what she had just done seemed simple enough, it took many months for her to master it without making a single sound; now, she could do it without even breaking a sweat.

She had safely, silently, and quickly, entered the house. Everything was within her view; as was she. She rolled behind a counter on the left side of her that held papers, pencils, and so forth. She let out a breath and continued to inhale for a few seconds until she stopped herself; the sound of two talking together never failed to keep her alert. But what really surprised her was how these two voices were so familiar.

The woman gasped, astonished "H-H-H-How?" she screeched. "I could easily tell it was you," A soft blush spread across his cheeks as he coughed. "Not that I feel like explaining." His face then turned back to the normal pale white it was. "What are you doing with Sakura?" He questioned. "She has no part in this." Damn! They all ready have her, thought the intruder as she hid behind the table that seemed to be mostly brown, with a tint of auburn.

She chuckled. "It's not my story to tell," Looking towards the wall, she spoke again. "For even I don't know what they're doing." He sent an intense glare on her part and then spoke, coldly. "I think I know what this is about," The blonde craned her neck to the side, yearning to hear more of the silent conversation that was placed at the very far end of the room. "And I'm sure you do too." The woman growled. "Didn't I already tell you? I don't know what the hell-!" "I wasn't talking to you," He stared at the ground.

"I was talking to our guest." The woman behind the table blinked. Well, it was worth a shot; she didn't have any reason to hide, anyway. She was just curious; besides, she never thought that such a simple trick would work un-detected from another just as skilled as her. She stood up, her blonde pig-tails now zoomed into view.

"Well," she stared at the boy. "Its been a long time since I've been here, yet alone see you." "Hn. So I was right-" His avowal was interrupted from the confusion of the girl that sat before him. "Wha-?" "You have a lot of learning to do, Ryoko, if you didn't sense me entering the house. Feh; I always knew you weren't good for anything, anyway." The blonde pig-tailed replied, uttering the sentence smugly. "Are you here for him?" asked Sasuke. "Yes; I am." "That coward." The gaze she had on him turned into an icy cold. "Gaara isn't a coward," she growled. "He just doesn't know what to do; he's completely new at this." "Would anyone mind telling me who this bitch is?"

"Temari," The approaching girl affirmed. She pulled out a hand-size fan, one that had decorations and things very few could understand. She threw them at the girl's shoulder, aiming at the small amount of space held between the skin and cloth. She was nailed into the wall, one shoulder hanging up above her head as the other joined along as well. A little blood trickled onto the floor, for the razor sharp fans had skidded against her skin. "The names Temari, Ryoko." The world turned black.

I'm very, very, very, sorry everyone for taking so long to update. Let's just say that school is a major factor of what's been keeping me busy; I've been working as hard as hell. Luckily enough, I got the result I wanted... I got all A's! Yay! ((laughs)) Anyway, everyone single one of you, all my reviewers, have the right to kill me. Feel free to hit me, squish me, run me over; whatever works best for you.

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Not only that, but I released two poems; one in Itachi's point of view, and the other in the point of view in Sakura if she were ever in a relationship with Itachi. ;) Man, I am bonkers over this pair! xD But I like Sakura and Gaara too, of course. :) Anyway, does anyone out there know any really good GaaraxSakura fan fics...?

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Sadly enough, my Microsoft Word broke, so I have to use the spell-check that comes from my e-mail; I'm sorry, guys. I'll still try and keep my chapters quality-like, but do understand that it's harder to do so then it was before. Oh, well. I hope you liked this chapter anyway!