I haven't written anything in months, might be a little rusty. A little OOC I think. Flames and/or reviews welcome.
Disclaimer : I own nothing Naruto-related. But I pwn joo all! XD
Gaara took a step backward as he tried to absorb the scene in front of him. As much as he tried to control his emotions, he couldn't. He marched up to The dark- haired man and pulled him away forcefully, delivering a right hook to his jaw.
The other man recoiled in pain as Sakura gasped in shock at seeing Gaara with blood on his knuckles, eyes blazing with rage. Those eyes widened as he recognized the dark-haired man. Itachi Uchiha.
Itachi straightened up, smirking as he wiped the blood from his mouth. Gaara reached for Sakura but Itachi barred his way and pulled Sakura behind him which infuriated him even more.
"She's mine, Red," proclaimed Itachi. Sakura snickered and stepped forward. "He's right Gaara." She shrugged nonchalantly. Itachi nudged her arm and she continued, "I only dated you for your money Gaara-chan.. Did you really think I would love a freak like you?" she said with a toss of her rosette curls.
The safe little barrier Gaara had built began to crumble in his mind. Tears fell from the redhead's eyes. He collapsed onto his knees. She scoffed and walked away without a backward glance.
He stumbled through the crowd to the front door where a breath of cool night air hit him as he staggered to his car. He fumbled with his keys but managed to unlock his car and climb into the driver's seat.
Gaara leaned back to try to clear his spinning head, full of recollections of him and Sakura, then Itachi and Sakura. He wept.
Gaara drove until he came slightly past a small park and slammed the brakes. His body slammed forward and he let tears wet the wheel as he rested his pounding head. I thought she loved me.. I thought someone really loved me.. Guess I was wrong.. Again..
He threw the door open and stepped out into the night. The redhead slouched over to a lone bench in the middle of the park and sat. And sat.
Presently came a light patter of feet. A dark haired someone came into view. Gaara could hear her panting as she jogged closer and closer to him. He tried to retreat into his personal bubble, shadowed by the darkness but she stopped right in front of him.
"Are you alright?" she asked gently. Her eyes glowed in the moonlight and her short, dark hair framed her pretty face. Gaara remained silent. She sat down next to him and took in a few deep breaths. Although his face remained expressionless, he was secretly glad of the company.
She observed him quietly and he averted his gaze from the ground to look at this strange girl. "Don't you know that you shouldn't talk to strangers?" he said quietly. The girl blushed and Gaara couldn't help but notice that it made her look rather cute.
"Well, you didn't look dangerous and you looked really down in the dumps," she said in her defense. "Heh," said Gaara. "Are you sure?" he murmured before scooping her up in his arms and pinning her down on the bench.
I'm sorry! Betcha all thought I've abandoned this story, huh? It's just that the phone company thought it would be funny to disconnect my DSL. Curse you people.. Now I'm back. Review please! :)