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

Italic- Inner Sakura

Bold- Sakura's Debating

The rain continued to trickle outside, lightly tapping against the house. The sound was very soothing, but not anywhere near enough to stop Gaara from holding the very look that was plastered on his face. He growled softly, impatient. It had been weeks since he'd last seen Sakura, and he had a bad feeling. Even if Temari was sent to help, that wouldn't be anywhere enough to stop Orochimaru, yet alone the very man behind this all.

If the situation didn't improve anytime soon, he would be forced to join Temari in the area and scout for clues, along with the Konoha organization. Temari was very knowledgeable about what they were up against, but, out of both his siblings, he knew the most. So if things got relatively serious... he'd have to return.

Though he knew he would only return out of an act of desperation, he felt the need to return there... and see her again. See the smile he so quickly took away from her, dragging it along with him as a distant memory. His hand turned into fists, tightening more and more by the second, turning his skin from a light shade of brown to a perfectly tan white.

The sky outside darkened more and more as lightening flashed, a quick bang of yellow showering over the shadows of the city. That was when a heard a scream; one that was high-pitched, and sounded awfully familiar... Why did it remind him... of her? He began to walk to the door, quickening his pace when he heard another shriek. "Gaara!"

His senses hyperventalated as he sprung open the door; running outside, without any shoes, his eyes flashed forward, searching, looking for that beautiful velvet skin and cotton-candy hair. But what he saw wasn't her, but simply the rain. All that could be heard were the patters of the water, as the wind roughly spiraled around him.

What he heard...
was simply
a fixation
of his imagination.

... She wasn't there.

She needed to act quickly if she were to regain the girl, yet alone fulfill her little task that Gaara had set her on. It confused her as to why exactly Orochimaru wanted Sakura; surely it couldn't have anything to with her relationship with Gaara...right? That couldn't be; has had only known her for a few months, either way. And why did Sasuke seem to care so much about the girl? After a small chat with him, though she hadn't received much information from him, she did grasp the fact that he was doing this all for the girl, who, coming from Gaara's description, had pink hair.

No matter how hard she tried to put two-and-two together, it didn't become clear to her, and that was what worried her the most; she had always been good at things like this, strategizing, planning ahead, guessing the enemies intentions, but in this case, all that was left was a table, puzzles scattered everywhere as they faced down; some were even thrown in opposite directions, only being able to be gripped upon when more clues were gathered. But the real problems was knowing that those stray pieces were the key to this all.

Her breath grew ragged; this had been going on for hours now, and she still hadn't been able to successfully target the hidden enemy: Orochimaru. She... she couldn't continue on with this. "I-I-I give up," she whispered. The lights were immediately turned on as her teacher approached her, a smug look on his face.

He chuckled; it was deep and dark, clearly having dark intentions.

"...Just like him."

"...I haven't been to school for weeks now; my grades are probably horrible, and my homework is most likely piled to the ceiling!" she whined.

"Why so worried? You and I both know you posses knowledge far past your grade," he commented.

"Yes, but it does take some time to complete the assignments. Please; just one week. Give me one week," she begged. He turned his back to her, his eyes piercing through the walls. "Very well; no more, no less."

And he was gone.

Sasuke had been long gone, and Ryoko has been disposed of; well, rather, thrown out into the street. After draining as much information at they could out of her, she was abandoned, left to rot by the city walls.

Her ears picked up a sound as someone turned the knobs, ready to enter.

Under normal circumstances, she would be quick to hide, but since this was no enemy territory, and the only challenge there was were normal city people, she had absolutely nothing to worry about.

The rosette pulled the door back, stepping into view. She jumped, surprised at the person that stood in her house, clearly unknown and uninvited. "Who're you?" she questioned. Grinning, a smile plastered on her face, she said, "A friend."

A friend? What's going on here?

'S not like I know.

You never know anything.

Oh! Like that's my fault?

"A friend...?" she asked, her voice ending in a whisper. "Yes," she whispered back to her. Walking to her, she extended her hand, and said, "The names Temari; I'm Gaara's sister." Surprised at the explanation she was given, she nodded, and shook hands with her. "Gaara's sister...?" "That's right." "So... does that mean he's here?" she asked, her eyes quickly searching her surroundings.

She immediately saw the hurt in her eyes, noticing that his presence indeed, was not here. Her eyes now plastered to the floor, her gaze darkening, she walked past Temari, as if she was the wind itself; like she wasn't really there, but she knew it was there. After all, wasn't the wind like that? The air? You knew it was there, but you couldn't see it; therefore, you would pretend it was never there until it stirred up.

In this case, Sakura was the one that had been stirred up; not the wind. She fought back tears as she sat herself upon the couch. "What did I do wrong?" she hissed. "Why is everyone after me? Why won't anyone tell me anything? WHAT'S GOING ON?"

But no matter how long she protested, Temari kept silent, regretting that she could not say anything; not a word. That was the sad part of it all; that was what made having a relationship with Gaara difficult, because to do so, that person had to be willing to walk through the darkness for the rest of their lives, blinded away from the truths, and lead to the lies.

Gaara would know the person, but the person would never know him.

That was something that needed to be changed.

Alrighty, everyone! I'm so sorry for taking so long to update; I have school, and lately, I've been so damn lazy! This time I'll try to keep my promise, and update as soon as possible; possibly in a week or two. I think you all so much for all the reviews I've been getting; though I know I've been losing quite a lot because of my lack in updating, I hope that will soon change. As an author, I need to update at least every two weeks, and from now on, I'm going to try my best to do that.

Anyway, guys, please, please review; I hope none of you have lost faith in me, because you must know that I am here, and ready to get into some gear.

Moving onto a different subject, I would just like to state the fact that I am now thirteen! Wa-hoo! My birthday was on the 21st of January, and for my Birthday, I got this really sweet iPod that cost my poor dad 230 dollars. xD It holds 15,000 songs, and even records! It's awesome! But, man... I'm an expensive daughter! xD

My poor daddy has been overwhelmed with work lately, and I'm worried for the guy; while we were in the car, driving to a place called 'Action City', an arcade-like fun place, he had to fight with himself to stay awake. I almost asked him to forget about it, and to do it tomorrow 'cause he seemed so tired, but he soon improved. But still...

I don' know what to do, really; I'll just try my best to help. Oh, yeah! I also got a laptop from my uncle, and from now on, I'm going to be using Microsoft Word on it...the only problem is, is that, for some unknown reason, it won't turn on (I think something happened to it in the shipment) so we're going to take it to some repair shop; hopefully it won't cost too much to fix. When that does happen, I'm probably going to be able to update every week, and if I feel lazy (which I always seem to be) I'll update every two weeks like I said before. Anyway, so...yeah. I always give you poor people the longest author's note, don't I? Anyway, everyone... review! Please!