Black and White

Saturday With Gaara

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a/n: I drew a pic of Sakura with her hair cut short. Also I drew another with her hair up. The links are on my profile thing. Please comment them when and if you review.

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The next day was Saturday, which meant no classes. When I woke up it was nine a.m. I looked around to find an empty room. I got up quickly but stopped once I was in a sitting position. I suddenly remembered the day before. Gaara had cut my hair.

I jumped up quickly and grabbed my hand mirror. I looked into it and saw that my hair really was short. And it looked good. Smiling I got my bath things and decided to take a shower. I walked out and headed down the hall.

When I entered the bathroom I saw that same blond girl with the ponytail only she was alone this time. She sneered at me and left. Rolling my eyes I stripped and stepped into the shower.

It felt strange washing my short hair. My hair had always been long. But it was a nice strange. Like when you try a new food and you like it. That's what it felt like. Only on my head. Does that make sense?

When I was done with the shower I dressed in a simple grey hoodie with a black shirt underneath and some jeans that were ripped at the knees.

I went to the closet and got some shoes. I put on plain black low top chucks. Deciding I didn't want the same old hairstyle I pulled my hair up into a spiky ponytail. Smiling at my new look I walked into the hall.

It was dark in the hall and no one was there. It seemed like a scene form a horror movie. Shivering I headed towards the staircase. I heard the shuffle and chatter of human life as I neared it. When I was finally facing it I saw a crowd of people. I got closer to see what was going on. What I saw didn't surprise me.

Sasuke and Gaara were in the center of the crowd and both looked ready to fight. Sasuke seemed to have the upper hand though. A lot of the people were on his side and I don't think they would hesitate to step in and help.

Smirking I walked up and slid through the crowd. I stepped beside Gaara and asked, "What's up?" He looked at me like I was speaking a different language.

"What are you doing with my girl?" Sasuke asked Gaara. What? His girl? Eww.

Gaara saw my disgusted expression and gave a shadow of a grin. Sasuke came over and tried to grab my arm. "Hey, back off!" I said forcefully. He still reached for me so I pushed him. "Playing hard to get?" he asked me in an amused voice. I think this boy is flat out stupid.

Once again he reached for me. By then I had gotten tired of his antics so I grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm behind his back, and slammed him against the wall. "I'm not your girl, got it?" Smirking once more he said, "Not yet, but you will be." Now I was not only annoyed but I was mad. I pulled him away from the wall and continued with slamming it back again, only harder than the first time.

Just then that blond girl, who seemed to be everywhere, ran up to the hurt boy and said, "You can't do that to him! He's Sasuke Uchiha!" I looked at her and said in a voice you use on kindergartners, "I just did." Then I spun around, took Gaara's hand despite his death glare and walked down the stairs.

"So Gaara, what do you do on the weekends?" I asked, wanting to know what we could do to liven up the day. I was still holding his hand even when were standing at the bottom of the stairs. "I read." He said in his same old boring monotone voice.

Frowning I asked, "Is that all you ever do?" He nodded a fraction. Narrowing my eyes I asked, "Why?"

"Because." He said in a finalizing voice, only I wasn't done. "Because why?" I asked, hoping to annoy him to the point of surrender.

"Just because." He said in a slightly angered tone. Smiling that I got some sort of response, if only slight, I changed the subject. "What are we allowed to do for fun?" I asked him with genuine curiosity. Sighing he responded, "We can go into town, stay here and study, exercise, play sports, and basically anything else we normally do on school days, or we can go out into the country." Intrigued I asked, "What's 'the country'?"

I could tell he was loosing patience, but still he answered my question. "It's just a bunch of land to the west of the school. You know, hills, valleys, grass, all that stuff." "Can we go?" I asked in a shy voice. Suddenly I was self-conscious around him. For no reason at all. Maybe it was the fact that I was still holding his hand. But still I didn't let it go.

Rolling his eyes he said, "Whatever." I took that as a yes and proceeded to drag him outside. "Lead the way." I said and threw out my hand, that wasn't holding his, for dramatic effect. He gave me a disapproving look and started to walk.

It was a quiet. long walk. It took us almost an hour to get there, but only because I was dragging my feet. I stopped to look at everything. Every tree, every flower, and, it seemed, every leaf. Finally, exasperated, Gaara asked, "Do you want to get there or not?" I widened my eyes and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Yes." For some strange reason I didn't want him to be mad at me. Pushing aside my strange thoughts I continued behind him, still gripping his hand firmly. Why is he letting me do that? That torrent of questions came back after only being gone for mere seconds.

Lost in my quandary I didn't notice when Gaara stopped so I ran right smack into him, and would have fell if it weren't for him helping me keep my balance. "Sorry" I mumbled. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks.

"We're here." He said, as though nothing had happened. Looking up I saw the most breathtaking scene. There was a field of tall green grass just ahead, and beyond that were gently rolling hills dotted with beautiful purple wildflowers and there was a crystal clear stream winding its way beside the whole landscape. "Oh wow." I said in a stunned whisper. I tore my eyes away from the marvelous beauty to look at Gaara's face. He looked impassive and cold as always.

Suddenly I had a thought. Why wasn't anyone else here? When I voiced my question Gaara said, "No one ever comes here. They're too busy with their modern day lives to have time for it." His answer made me have another question. "Do you ever come here?" He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and said, "No."

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Everything looked so magical with the suns golden rays on it. I only wondered what it looked like under the moon light. I gave a contented sigh and rolled onto my stomach. I was laying in the tall grass, just taking in all the beauty. Gaara was somewhere close but I didn't know exactly where. Suddenly having the want to know I sat up and looked around.

There he was. Sitting on a big white rock by the stream. He had a distant look on his face, almost a happy expression. I smiled to myself. I was glad that he could find even a small amount of pleasure that day. I layed back down on my stomach and rested my head on my arms.

I had a billion questions for Gaara. I wanted to know why he never did anything but read, why he had no friends at the school, why, why, why...

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My eyes fluttered open to find a wall of stems surrounding me. Sitting up quickly I felt light headed from the rush of blood. Shaking it off I stood up. 'Where's Gaara' was my first thought. Spinning around, looking all directions, I saw him on that same rock he was on earlier. Letting go the breath I had been holding I headed towards him.

"Hey." I said as I sat beside him. "Hn."

I looked around to see my thoughts a reality. I had gotten to see it in the moon light and it was exquisite. The ground was shining with the silver light and fireflies were dancing all around, giving the place a magical appearance. The stream looked like a beautiful sparkling thread wound around the whole world, or what I could see of it anyway.

Gaara and I sat there, just staring, for what seemed like forever. Eventually he broke the silence. "We should get going." He said in a barely audible voice. I could tell he didn't want to go either but we really needed to head back. Nodding I stood and took his hand. Once again he allowed it.

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The walk back was quiet again, but only took twenty minutes. About half way home though I had gotten tired and Gaara carried me the rest of the way. He even carried me up the stairs and into our room.

He walked over to his bed and put me down gently, much to my surprise. He grabbed some clothes and headed out the door. I assumed he wanted me to move to my own bed but... well his bed was just so comfortable. I struggled to get my jacket off in my laying position. Once I did I threw it towards my side of the room and kicked off my shoes. Satisfied I got in my usual sleeping position, which was curled up on my side. My eyelids got heavy and by the time he got back I was on the edge of consciousness.

I have no idea why he let me sleep, but he did. The last thing I heard was his slight chuckle and his footsteps as he went to sit with his back against his occupied bed.

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Well what do you think? I tried to make it sweet and a little romantic, but I don't want to rush the romance. Did I rush it? I hope not. Anyways please r&r for me. Thank you.