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Should Tell Her?

Chapter 5

The Plan was more than half over, if not more, since most of their work was done for the two scheming kunoichi. A fortunate and lucky happening, surely something the Mind meddling kunoichi could thank partly the Sand Bijuu, partly the scary movie, and partly Gaara's feelings for the petite Medic Nin.

Naruto got up and stretched, only to fall back onto his chair as Arina's excited voice entered his mind, 'Naruto! Great job with the movie! Together, you, Temari, and I are invincible! Gaara will tell her in no time!'

Getting up, smoothly brushing imaginary dirt off him, Naruto replied in his head to the Mind Reading kunoichi, 'I'll admit Arina, we're good, but people can still see us.'

Naruto then went up stairs, leaving a slack jawed Arina, gaping at his stupidity.

Arina shook off the leaf shinobi's idiocy and entered Temari's mind as everyone went upstairs to change into their night clothes. 'Hey, Tem, I hope you liked that movie because while watching it, you missed a hell of a lot.'

'Dammit! What'd I miss?' Temari thought, angry with herself for becoming so engrossed in the movie that she forgot the incentive of watching it in the first place.

'I'll fill you in later, but for now help me set up the last step for tonight.' Arina replied, entering the room she shared with Sakura. The raven haired kunoichi kept the passive look on her face as she secretly conversed in her head. She had been doing it all her life, anyway.

Arina smiled slyly at Sakura, who was pulling some clothes out of her bag and facing her. "What?" the Konoha Medic asked cautiously, wary of the expression on the devious Mind Reader's lips.

The raven haired girl walked in her dance-like manner to the dresser on Sakura's side of the room, then opened the top draw and pulled out some black and red garments. Sakura immediately started to protest as they were held out to her by a pale hand. "No way, Arina, you must be crazy! I don't even understand why you bought half the things you bought." Though the pajamas weren't the most problematic clothes for Sakura, she thought she'd get ahead and start arguing now for future outfits she didn't want to wear.

The white eyed kunoichi started her rebuttal, "Yes you will, and yes I am but that's irrelevant. We bought them because you have nothing like them and because they all look great on you. You are way too conservative, you know that?"

Jade eyes narrowed at her, "I am here on a mission, not to change my wardrobe." They were now arguing over the whole amount of new clothes for Sakura, not just over a simple pajama set.

Arina smirked, already having a response for that, "You're not doing your mission now, are you?" She watched as Sakura's face twitched, finding nothing to say to that.

Shoving the clothes into Sakura's hands, Arina danced past her and grabbed out her own silver and blue pajamas. On her way into the bathroom, Arina snickered to herself at the glowering, though defeated, expression on Sakura's face.

Though it only took about a minute and a half for Arina to get changed, she allowed Sakura more time, knowing that her own speed surpassed that of the pink haired Medic. During the extra minute spent in the bathroom, Arina pinned her hair up in a clip to the side. She wore loose blue pajama pants with silver chibi rhinos printed on it and a blue wife beater with a large blue chibi rhino printed on the front. After decided three minutes was sufficing time for the Konoha Medic to change, Arina exited the bathroom and pranced up to Sakura who had just finished pulling her shirt down.

Grinning like the mad woman she was, Arina circled around her friend, surveying her attire: Dark red tank top with black straps crossing in the middle, from her sides, forming an X and small black shorts with the same style dark red X's crossed on both legs that went to mid thigh.

Sakura huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, straightening her spine in a defiant way. Though she didn't particularly mind the clothes she was currently wearing, as she had never been daring enough to wear anything as such even to bed, though she was just too damn stubborn. Too bad for Sakura that the girl in front of her could hear every thought she processed.

"Well, I think you look hot, no?" Arina grinned, discarding the grunt of "no" she received and continued to pull her comrade out of the room, "Lets get down stairs." Sakura went ahead downstairs and Arina hurried back into their room. After moving her sheets, she used a kunai to loosen each leg of the bed. Hurriedly pulling the sheets over the bed, Arina couldn't help but grin to herself about her plan. It's chances of succeeding were very high. Damn, how she loved her and her friends' circumstances right now. After the deed was done, Arina scurried downstairs.

Temari met her in the kitchen and both bizarre Sand Kunoichi laughed manically. "ICE CREAM!" They yelled simultaneously. Temari's pajamas consisted of a purple tank top with a large teddy with its head ripped off with its stuffing all around it and the wording "Fluff off" and overly large, purple pajama pants.

Kankurou past by them cautiously, then leaned against the counter opposite the refrigerator, where the entrance to the kitchen directly into the hall was. He wore a large black T shirt and black pants, not as creative as Naruto, who had just come bouncing into the kitchen. The leaf shinobi wore blue pajama pants, an orange wife beater, and of course, his bizarre sleeping hat over his blond spikes.

Sakura strolled in, sighing at the crazy kunoichi as they rambled about the kitchen, gathering ice cream and condiments for said treat. She leaned against the side of the counter and did not interrupt her friends' ice cream craze.

Kankurou wolf whistled and received a smack on the head from both Temari and Arina who had purposely stopped to hit the Puppet Master. The Puppet Master held his head and groaned, only to again be smacked on the back of the head by Gaara who had been calmly walking in behind him.

"Hey, what the hell was that for?" Kankurou asked bitterly, rubbing his now pounding head. Gaara was in mid shrug when he caught sight; or rather Shukaku caught sight, of Sakura.

'Shit! We know how to fucking pick them!' Shukaku shouted in his mind.

'Shut up, you sick teme!' Gaara barked to his bijuu, trying to keep obscene thoughts of Sakura from flooding through his mind.

'You know you were thinking it. She is our mate after all.' Shukaku said simply, explaining what he had already said many a time before.

'No, she is not even close to being… that.' Gaara was disgusted by the bijuu's way of making Sakura sound like a material item.

'Maybe so, but you know you'd never let another man lay a hand on her.' Shukaku scoffed, knowing that he was right.

Gaara decided to try and block the Sand Demon's thoughts and tried to focus on anything but Sakura. He obviously didn't want her to catch him staring at her, not wanting to look like the pervert his brother was.

(AN: Creepy bloody part here, you can skip to the next paragraph if you want) The exposed creamy skin of her legs was hard to ignore though, being it tantalizingly real unlike his fantasy. He noticed how perfect the dark scarlet color blended so nicely with her cream skin. Though he wished not to think such thoughts, his natural demonic bloodlust wondered just how beautifully her skin would glow accented by the lighter scarlet color of fresh blood. He wondered what her scent would be like mixed with the metallic smell of freshly spilled blood. (AN Bloody part – over) He clenched his fist as it started shaking, knowing that if he didn't control his thoughts now, he would lose all control.

If there anything he didn't want, it was to lose control with Sakura present. He didn't want her to see him in his bestial form, though she had already seen it once when he nearly killed her in the Chuunin Exams. Gaara doubted that Shukaku would hurt her now, but it was a chance he did not want to take. Scaring or possibly attacking her was the very last thing he would tolerate.

The Kazekage watched as Sakura moved from her spot and took three bowls from the cabinet. She handed one to Naruto and one to Kankurou. He figured the third was for her, then as she walked over to him, surprising him. "Here ya' go, Gaara!" She said cheerfully as she handed him the bowl. The innocence of her voice diminished any demonic thoughts he could possibly muster about her.

He grunted softly in response, gaining a smile and the shaking of her head, though he did not know what about.

They all sat in the kitchen, some leaning against the counter, some sitting at it, and two still buzzing around. After gathering the ice cream and all condiments, the two kunoichi lay all of the items out on the counter. With mischievous expressions, the two dove into preparing their dessert, while the rest of them prepared it in a steady, slower, saner manner.

Gaara, not really one that ever really indulged in any kind of sweets, just plopped a bit of vanilla ice cream in his bowl. Kankuro and Naruto, however, mixed all kinds of ice creams together, forming an oddly colored soup. Sakura calmly scooped some vanilla and a bit of strawberry flavored ice cream with some sprinkles into her bowl.

The two crazier kunoichi mixed all the ice creams together, though did not mix it into soup, and poured tons of other treats into each their bowls, creating a very colorful heart attack in a bowl.

After they all consumed their treat, Arina peaked into Sakura's mind to see just how close to exhaustion she was, and if she would need to interfere. Her chakra, though subtly hidden, was low. Arina could tell, even after the sugar of the ice cream, the pink haired medic was putting up quite the battle to keep her eyes open.

Knowing neither of the two male idiots, Kankurou and Naruto, would go upstairs without asking why, Arina tapped into their minds and they both headed upstairs. Temari also left to bed, bidding them all good night with a wink.

Alert by his sister's sly action, Gaara was ready to bolt upstairs, until her heard Arina's gasp of "Sakura!" Whipping his head to the side where Arina stood with Sakura by the counter, sea foam eyes widened.

There Arina stood with Sakura shambled in her arms, apparently holding her up against the will of gravity pulling her limp body down. "Gaara, help me!" Arina hissed, not being able to hold the girl in the current position, adjusting the pink head against her chest.

Worried, Gaara glided over to Arina and took Sakura easily into his arms, adjusting her bridal style in his arms. "What's wrong?" Receiving a sigh, Gaara looked up at his friend for explanations.

The black haired medic shook her head. "She totally wiped herself out today. I can tell it wasn't necessary for her to go all out, but she did, and now her lack of chakra is shutting her system down for much needed rest." Gaara nodded slowly, understanding what she said but also confused to why Sakura would knowingly waste chakra, and why she didn't say anything about her fatigue. "Well," Arina said, waving her hand towards him and trying to look offhanded, "Seems like you have this under control. Take her up to our room."

Gaara growled under his breath as he grudgingly followed the white eyed kunoichi upstairs, knowing there was some kind of set up going on. On the way to the bedroom, Gaara found he couldn't help himself from looking down to the pink haired girl sleeping in his arms. Her head was lolled to the right side, resting against his left bicep, and her lips parted slightly as her breath past through. The sleeping medic's left arm dangled, hitting his leg occasionally as he walked, and her right arm was comfortably resting against his chest.

He was quite proud of himself for various reasons. One being for not freaking out and hyperventilating from having her literally cuddled (though he opted not to think of the situation as "cuddling", as not to emasculate himself, even he had his damn male pride) against him. The second was for being able to ignore the perverted and sadistic bastard of a demon thrashing in his mind.

They arrived in the room both medics shared and Arina gestured for him to set the Konoha medic on her bed. While carefully doing so, setting her back and legs down then placing her head gently on her pillow, he heard something crash and a yelp. He saw Sakura's brow twitch and her head lolled to the side, while doing do her nose brushed against his. If he was one to do so, he would have bitten his lip in worry that she wake up and realize their close proximity. Standing up straight, he looked over to see Arina sitting on her bed that sat on the floor with its legs broken and lying on the floor.

Temari ran into the room and looked down at Arina, who had her arms crossed and was pouting, and abruptly burst into laughter. Kankurou swept into the doorway and looked down at Arina. "Two words," He drawled, though the large smirk on his face contradicted his indifferent voice, "Jenny. Craig."

Seeing pale skin brighten in rage and white eyes widen, Kankurou quickly made his exit. Arina, enraged of course, chased after him, pushing Temari to the side in her dash of blind anger. "Get back here Kitty-Kanky! It's neutering time!"

Finally stifling her laughter, Temari finally managed to breathe, than gradually speak to her little brother who stood somewhat awkwardly next to the sleeping Sakura's bed. "Arina will sleep in my room," her giggling then started again, "I just hope my bed can stand whatever abuse Arina dished on this poor thing," she gestured toward the broken bed then paused thoughtfully, "Hopefully she'll take her anger out on Kankurou." The fan wielding kunoichi left her brother in the room with the sleeping kunoichi, shutting the door behind her, after that.

Gaara shifted on his feet as he switched his gaze back down to the medic on the bed. This girl was seriously dangerous- not pertaining to her monstrous strength or her dangerous temper.

Unknowingly, Sakura had come to Suna and altered his sister and his other "sister" into actual girls. Not that they weren't girls before of course, he wasn't that dense humanly, but they were actually acting girly, apart from killing Kankurou. Girly, like puppies and rainbows and love, that kind of girly was just not his sisters. It was just wrong.

Innocently, Sakura had come to Suna and totally fucked up his emotions. She made him nervous, worried, and unsure. It was just not him- Sabaku no Gaara, the stubborn, indifferent, confident Kazekage of Suna. The little pink haired medic made him feel emotions he never thought would grace him, and damn him, in his life. It was just wrong.

Happily, Sakura had come to Suna not fearing the demon under his skin. She seemed comfortable being in a room with him while not fearing for her life. The pink haired medic- made noises in her sleep…?

Gaara looked curiously down to the girl. Was she… whimpering in her sleep? Crying, even?

Looking down at her face, he could easily tell she was discomforted. Her brow scrunched and her lip wobbled at soft whimpering noises escaped her throat. The Kazekage couldn't tell if she was in physical pain or emotional pain.

The redhead leaned down closer to study her face. For balance, he placed is hand on the right side next to her head on her pillow. She didn't appear to be hurt, and her chakra was still rebuilding itself. There was something other than physical pain… was she having a nightmare?

The skin of his brow furrowed. A nightmare, which made the most sense, though was none to comforting for he had no idea how to help her out of it. Never had he slept, never had he dreamt, therefore never had he experienced a nightmare. He had no initiative what a nightmare was like, if you were aware you were having one or if you were totally oblivious. If you saw from your own point of view or if you saw yourself from the third person point of view he had no idea. He knew not if you felt trapped in your mind or if you carried on your business as you would if you were awake.

Shaking his pointless musings, Gaara again tried to figure out how to sooth the pink head of her distress. He frowned has he saw the crinkled lines near her eye as she squinted in her sleep. Mindlessly, his hand not holding himself above her swept up, running his fingers over the lines. He suppressed a gasp as her expression slowly relaxed. Her soft skin smoothed under his calloused finger as they ran along any lingering discomfort lines on her face.

She sighed in content, making him suddenly stop with the feeling of her soft breath blowing across his skin. The Sand Bijuu, who was momentarily forgotten in Gaara's mind, growled as a frown reappeared on Sakura's face when Gaara stopped his soothing ministrations.

'Our mate is in pain.' Shukaku snarled, starting his pacing in Gaara's mind.

Gaara, who was curious to what Shukaku had said, forgot to correct the demon's referral to Sakura as his "mate." 'Why? What's going on, demon?'

'She is having a nightmare.' Shukaku explained shortly.

'What is it with… in… about??' Gaara inquired, trying to figure out, with his lack of knowledge of nightmares, how to ask that question.

'I don't know.' Shukaku answered, his growling lessoning as Sakura's face once again relaxed when Gaara began tracing her face again. She sighed in content for a second time, and Gaara's fingers twitched slightly on her skin.

'How do you know she is having a nightmare?' Gaara asked again, and then remembered something Shukaku had said earlier that he wished to be explained, 'And what is her… scent? The thing that you said… attracts demons.'

'Ah yes, boy, I wanted to explain to you more about demons and their mates.' Shukaku said, and Gaara experimentally stopped the movement of his fingers on the sleeping teen's creamy skin. The only reaction was Sakura shifting her head, the side of her face shown to him.

'Right, just get to the point.' Gaara replied, standing straight and walking toward the window where he sat on the sill, looking up at the sky, much like he did when he was a kid.

'Of course, first of all, her scent is generally the smell of her blood,' Gaara cringed at this, 'among other physical things. Each person's scent is different, but a jinchuuriku's mate's scent is distinct, especially to other demons. This warns them that they are already marked as another jinchuuriku's. The kitsune is fond of our Blossom because, like I said her scent. Since her scent is that of a demon's mate, the kitsune was naturally drawn of her due to the fondness her scent brought.' Shukaku clarified, almost enjoying educating his vessel of demonology, ((A/N that the authoress JUST made up)) though only for personal, most likely perverted, game.

'That explains why Naruto liked her years back, and their sibling bond now.' Gaara thought, understanding what the demon explained to him.

'I suppose,' Shukaku agreed, 'anything else you wish to know?'

'Hai… what marks, as you said, someone to be a demon's mate? As in, is there a special reason as to why someone is selected to have the scent of a demon's mate? Or is it just random?' Gaara asked, very inquisitive.

'Usually, it is chosen through keki-genki, or something that makes that person strong, for instance the Godaime Hokage's chakra stamina. The point is to create the strongest offspring possible. Rarely, another jinchuuriku is chosen to be the demon's mate, which creates the strongest young, stronger than both jinchuuriku parents. Though, like I said, this is very rare.' The sand demon elucidated thoroughly.

'What is it about Sakura that makes her chosen? Is it her chakra stamina, like Tsunadae?'

'Remember what we saw in the hospital?'

'…Hai,' Gaara answered, remembering vaguely seeing Sakura with strange chakra of her keki-genki in the patient's room, 'what does that have to do with it?'

'It is her keki-genki, very powerful. Shukaku seemed to very much approve of the Medic's strength, respectful even? 'Don't you remember me saying that? I even explained to you in detail what I was going to do to find out more.'

'Right… I thought you were just babbling so I wasn't really listening, but the Haruno clan has a keki-genki? Naruto never told me about this…' Gaara's dark rimmed eyes switched over to the contently sleeping kunoichi on the bed.

'Hai, hai, I said it four million goddamn times! Though, it is extremely rare, even in the Haruno clan. Only select few in the Haruno clan possess it, the Blossom is the only existing clan member that has it. She probably never told the kitsune vessel, it seemed she hadn't dully mastered it quite yet.'

'That would explain why she was wiped out…' His eyes narrowed as he thought some more, 'Do you think Arina knew about this?'

'Most likely, there is little she doesn't know.' Shukaku said indifferently, fading back into a more dormant, as dormant as he ever was, part of Gaara's mind. Sometimes Gaara truly envied Naruto for his own demon's latency.

Shifting more comfortably, now that his demon was deeper in his subconscious, on the window sill, Gaara looked back towards the sleeping kunoichi. Even from exhaustion, she looked like an angel, an angel he should never have the privilege to see. Her head was lolled to the side, splaying her hair on the white pillow in contrast with the shiny pink tresses. Looking down at her position, Gaara noticed goose bumps, undoubtedly from the cold desert air, on the exposed skin of her arms and legs.

Gaara's brows furrowed at his hindrance, not knowing how to solve the problem. Picking her up again was a possibility, going and getting a blanket from the closet was another. There were only two problems with those solutions, the first was his fear of waking her up, and the second was he didn't know where the hell the closet that had any blankets was.

Getting up and standing over the sleeping, and cold, Sakura, The Kazekage was struck with an idea. It was something easy for him, quite literally in his element, and it was something he was comfortable with it. Extending his hand over her body, sand flooded from outside and under the door, from his gourd downstairs. The sand swarmed over Sakura, then crawled like a blanket over her. It wrapped around her, tucking her in, and warming her. She uselessly tried to snuggle into it, making Gaara smirk, and his smirk only widened as her arms trapped some of the sand in her arms like a teddy bear.

With his chakra imbedded in the sand from his gourd, Gaara could feel everything through it. When he was younger, half his bloodlust was filled by feeling his victims' body crushing and breaking under his sand. He could feel the shape of her legs, curled beneath the sand. The feel of her arms wrapped around the sand vividly as if they were around himself. He could feel the tips of her hair brushing against some of the sand on her shoulders. The sand even enabled him to feel as much as her soft skin under the grainy substance. The redhead was once again reminded of how she was very much like an angel. An angel in which his demonic sense could touch and feel in the most vivid way possible, even if she was unconscious in the time in which he did so.

It was so wrong, and he couldn't help his Satan forsaken emotions to feel it was wrong.

Yet again, Sakura's presence made Gaara learn something more about humanity. She taught him something more about people and the world around him. This lesson was simple, but significant:

Clichés are bitches.

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