And so without further adieu... let me start with the next chapter... Here is Chapter 8 of "And the Darkness Fled"
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. It is a work by Masashi Kishimoto-sama. I do not earn money making this fanfic so don't steal it and don't use it as if you own it! I only own the OC Gaara is paired up with and her sister. Glass Country is also something I made up.
This is a GaaraXOC story. I may not ask for reviews but then, without it, I may not be motivated to write. I don't like Flames at ALL but if you insist, then expect hate mail in your inbox.(Joking.. I guess.. )
This is one hell of a long story that might take 30 chapters or less. Bear with me, please. ( . )"
Oh my gosh!! I've just realized that Gaara is so OOC in my stories.. vv
'Italics with apostrophe' - thoughts, also used in flashback conversations
Italics - flashback
"Bold with quotation marks" - talk
(Parenthesis) - author
(Sake is what you call japanese wine)
It was already late that night when Resa decided to watch the stars from the cemented roof of her home. Somehow, the monster called Kuro had a place to come home to. Where it is located and who else is with her remained a mystery.
Resa laid herself comfortably on the flat cold surface of her rooftop and watched the countless stars sparkle from above. It seemed she was lost in her world.
The secretive lady always dressed in black smiled at the thought of a certain red-head and of tomorrow's meeting. Tomorrow was the day to finally let him enter her world. She didn't know where this sudden feeling of wanting someone came from but she deduced that it probably started when she first heard of his name and of his past. From the moment she saw him, she suddenly wanted to let him know her... to keep him. She shook the thought away and sat up. She took a small ceramic wine bottle made of high-quality sake from her sleeve and uncorked it.
Resa threw the cork from her rooftop and unto the sandy floor. She then laid back, leaning on one hand, to eye the label of the bottle in her hands. It said 'Sake-nee'. She smiled at the familiar name. 'Good ol' Sake-nee.. This is sure gonna end up messy..' With that, she gulped down the contents of the bottle.
Her entire body heated up the minute she placed the bottle on the cemented floor. She didn't knew what force made her drank the entire bottle in one go but one thing was for sure, she needed what was necessary. And being drunk was necessary at the moment. Her whole face flushed red and her whole world turned upside-down. She was having a hard time sitting up so she collapsed on the cold hard floor and was now eye level with the bottle with its label mocking her.
The drunken female hiccupped a few times then noticed the shadows around unsteady. She narrowed her eyes before giving another hiccup. 'Gah! I must watch my drinking habits. If I don't, this barrier will fall.' She attempted to prop up her body but failed miserably and the label of the bottle suddenly became an irritating thing to stare at. In her drunken frenzy, she pointed an accusing finger at the helpless ceramic.
"You..." she drawled. "This is all your fault... you made me drunk!" a hiccup.
The ceramic bottle did not answer.
She then realized that it was hopeless talking to a nonliving thing so she found interest in staring up at the dark sky and spotted a bright red star.
An image then popped in her mind caused her to smile. 'If only you made me drunk..'
Or maybe he already did.
Temari entered the Kazekage office in search for her younger brother but found him not there. "I wonder where he'd gone off to.", she neared the small window behind the work desk. The sun shone brightly that day. A sunny noon. Temari smiled at the giant ball of fire then decided to leave. "I'll just come back when he returns."
Just when Temari was about to leave, she heard tapping sounds from the window. She turned around to see a carrier pigeon with a note tied to its leg. The blonde opened the window to let it in. The bird jumped unto Temari's finger.
'This bird looks familiar.', the kunoichi carefully took the note that was tied to the bird's leg. After obtaining the note, the bird quickly flew away probably returning to its owner. Temari watched the fleeing bird then to the note on her hand. The curious blonde read the note and her eyes grew wide at its content.
"Temari?", a familiar monotonous voice caught the blonde by surprise.
She jumped on her feet before facing the man that was standing by the door. "Ga-Gaara!", she crumpled the note on her hand, hoping that her brother may not see it.
The ever keen Gaara noticed his sister's action, "Are you hiding something?"
"No!", was the immediate reply.
Gaara narrowed his eyes at her, "You're not a good liar. What's that on your hand?"
Temari placed both of her hands behind her back on impulse. "N-Nothing important, r-really!"
"Doesn't seem like nothing important.", he slowly took steps towards his stuttering sister. "Show it to me.", his voice was calm yet lethal.
This brought shivers down the blonde's spine. 'This is bad! If he knew what this is then..'
Ring.
The two froze with wide eyes.
"What was that?", the older female first spoke.
The ringing continued.
The sound seemed to be coming from where Gaara was standing. Temari eyed her brother suspiciously, "Gaara, what was that just now?"
"What do you mean?", Gaara feigned innocence. 'Dammit! What wrong timing!'
The ringing wasn't stopping.
"That ringing...", Temari narrowed her eyes at her brother. "It seemed to have come from where you were standing."
Seeing that the phone won't stop ringing, Gaara decided to excuse himself. "I forgot something. I need to go." was his reason to leave Temari and her secret.
Gaara used the Body Flicker Technique to go as far as it could take him before answering the phone that was obviously still ringing. He took the contraption from his robe's pocket then covered the mouthpiece with his hand to look around for anyone nearby before talking to the person who was on the other line.
"Why are you calling me in such a bad time?!", more like scolding to the person on the other line. Instead of the usual response he'd get from Resa, all he could hear was silence.
"Oi, are you there?", he asked but the person had hung up.
'That's weird.', he placed the phone in his pocket. 'Don't tell me she's calling just to annoy me?! Troublesome woman.'
The phone rang again. This was strange. Why would she call again after hanging up on the first one? Gaara looked around the area one last time before answering the phone again. "Hello?"
"Make something up.", ordered the familiar female voice.
"Excuse me?"
"Make something up.", she repeated.
This definitely rattled the young man's mind. "Why?"
"You'll be gone from dawn 'til dusk tomorrow so you must make something up if you don't want anyone to worry because of your sudden disappearance.", she explained.
"And why will I be gone from dawn 'til dusk tomorrow?"
"You want to know me, right? Then just do it.", after the insensitive demand, the female hung up.
All Gaara could do was stare at the phone in his hand before dropping it back in his pocket. Resa's been acting mighty strange today... first she hung up on the first call now she demands something without further explanation. Gaara could only do nothing except obey the demanding female's wishes and not even he knew why he bothered. He could easily shrug this aside but something... a pull kept him to obey no matter what insensitive demads she spat out. 'Guess I have to make something up but before that..', Gaara needed to verify something.
The Kazekage with all his greatness took another walk from his building towards the main entrance of the village. Gaara walked up to the two nins guarding the entrance.
"Kazekage-sama!", the nins bowed in respect to the Kazekage, the leader of their village.
The Kazekage, in turn, bowed in acknowledgement to them. "Do you always notice someone about Temari's age in black cloak carrying wooden boxes enter this village?", he started asking.
The nins glanced at each other before answering, "H-Hai."
"Was there a problem, Kazekage-sama?", the younger looking nin asked then something dawned on him, "Don't tell me that person's.."
"But that merchant has been with us for 5 years! And all he carried were fruits! I even examined his license, it was true!", the older man reasoned, a bit panic in his tone.
"There's no problem. I was only asking.", Gaara assured them. "You said that merchant has been conducting business here for 5 years?"
"Hm..", the older nin hesitated before answering. "He started right after the failed attack on Konoha. Is there really no problem, Kazekage-sama?"
"Nothing.", his eyes trailed off to the other side of the entrance. "..really."
It was exactly 3 o'clock in the morning that following day when a shadow paid a visit in the Kazekage's personal room.
Gaara was sitting up in his bed with eyes closed and arms crossed but it didn't seem like he was sleeping.
When the shadow materialized into a woman he wanted to know more about, he opened his eyes slowly and stared at her.
"Waited long?", Resa was carrying a large black bag.
"What's in that bag?", the reluctant male asked.
"This?", Resa held up the bag."You're clothes, of course!"
"Clothes?", Gaara raised a brow. "What's wrong with the ones I'm wearing?"
She ignored his question and persisted. "Stop complaining and changed into these.", the female took the strange clothes from her bag and shoved them to him.
Again, for some sick reason, he could only comply to her wants. He sighed in defeat then stood up to change. When he was about to take off his shirt, he noticed something wrong.
"What?" Resa was beginning to feel impatient.
The young male stared at the young female. "Turn around."
"Eh? Gaara-chan's shy??" she couldn't believe it.
'Dirty woman.', he sighed unpleased. Instead of fighting with her, he summoned up his sand to cover his entire body in a circular dome.
'Party pooper.', Resa sticked out her tongue at the dome.
Only a few minutes passed and the dome crumbled. The sand retreated back to its owner's gourd at the edge of the bed. Resa's eye's grew wide with please at the sight she behold.
The clothes she gave him fit perfectly. Gaara was wearing a button-up maroon shirt matched with black slacks. The top two buttons were left undone exposing a bit of his collar bone. She found herself staring at the pale skin.
"You have strange clothes.", he commented.
"Y-You think so?", Resa snapped herself out of her daze."Let's go, then?"
Gaara nodded, placed his gourd around his back and followed her. They managed to get out of
Suna
Village without anyone catching them. Resa led Gaara into the desert and they were walking in it for hours. Not one of them complained though. Maybe it was because both of them were already used to the long walks and heat. The sun had already peeked from its whereabouts but they were not stopping yet.
No one seemed to complain about the neverending silence that surrounded them but nevertheless, Resa wanted to break it.
"We're here." she announced.
Gaara raised a questioning brow. "Where is here?" They were in the middle of nowhere particular filled with sand, sand and more sand.
"I'll show you." She opened her black bag and took out a green flaglet. She then sticked the flaglet on the sandy floor beside her feet and motioned the unknowing male to follow her.
Both move forward then stopped after 10 steps. "Now, point to me where the flag is."
Another silly request but he still complied. He turned to point at the flag that but found it nowhere in sight. "Where..."
"Here." she answered pointing at the green flaglet beside her feet. It was like they never moved at all.
"Genjutsu." He concluded. (Illusionary Technique.)
Resa smiled at his abrupt answer. "Not quite. It's a special type of ninjutsu. This is to keep people from finding my house." (Ninjutsu – Ninja Technique)
"You lived here?" 'Within Sand territory?'
"Within this desert, yes. And I've been here for five years."
'Five years'. "How old are you?"
Resa found it odd for Gaara to ask that question but answered anyways. "18, why?"
"Nothing.", he dismissed it as abruptly as he started it.
Resa merely shrugged then made a handsign to disperse the technique. After it was dispersed, like the sudden appearance of day, a small decent home appeared right before their eyes.
(uh.. I don't really know how to describe a house especially hers so... I'm just gonna provide a fanart sometime in the future for it.. okay?)
It was a one-storey house made of white cement. It wasn't like the typical houses found in Suna.
"So.. welcome.", she whispered, more to herself.
But Gaara caught it. "I never knew you lived so near here... and for 5 years."
The female smirked. "That's the whole point of the ninjutsu earlier. Besides, the desert was the perfect place to put up my home."
"Hn."
Resa led Gaara inside her humble abode. It was decent and well sanitized. The living room was kept simple and on the left part of the house was the small kitchen which is also the dining room. The kitchen was conjoined to the living room. (wee.. I must really make an artwork of her house.)
The secretive female who found herself slowly opening up to this stoic and wanting-to-change male brought him to the kitchen. She motioned him to sit beside the dining table then excused herself to leave.
"I'll be back. I forgot something upstairs." she reasoned. "Meanwhile, just make yourself at home. I won't be long."
Gaara nodded and Resa left. This gave Gaara time to drink in the environment. He placed his interest first in the kitchen he was in. A small L-shaped kitchen with a small dining table, fit for 3 people, placed at the center. At the corner right of the table, the right near him, displayed a small basket of... breadsticks. This made him remember his encounter with the said food and he found it not funny at all.
Just when he was about to pick up one stick from the basket, he felt a presence nearing the house. He could not even react fast enough to figure what that presence was when it already entered the home and slammed the main door shut.
"RESA!" a rough feminine voice that Gaara didn't recognize.
"WE NEED TO--" Just then, the owner of the voice entered the kitchen and was abruptly cut off by the man that greeted her.
That man was definitely not Resa.
And the woman was definitely not someone familiar to Gaara.
The two could only stare at each other. Both shocked at the moment.
Then...
"Gaara, did--", Resa came to the kitchen and found two familiar faces staring at each other. 'Crap.'
The older woman broke her eyes from Gaara to glare at Resa. "Who is he?" her words dripped of venom.
Gaara could only stare at the two in a semi-confused state while Resa could only sweatdrop and felt herself redden with embarassment. "Let me explain everything, Sake-nee."
So many fanfictions.. yes, stories made by a fan. In other words, fanstories-er..fanfictions.. That's why people have no right to sue us, fans, because we have disclaimers and our own world to live in.
We're not satisfied, aren't we? X3
Thankies to ElementalDarkness for editing some grammatical errors and for being the first one to read!
My sister is full of crap.. v.v grrr!!! X(