Ok. Hopefully this chapter will be longer and more detailed, I feel the urge to write, thank god! Here's chapter 4!
I woke up and rubbed my groggy eyes, and blinked against the sunlight filtering through my window. I had a month to train before the Finals, and I knew just who was going to train me. Gaara was strong, I definitely knew that, and I wasn't going to let the opportunity of training with him pass me by.
I quickly changed into my clothes, and made my way downstairs. My mother and Rima sat at the table, happily chatting with one another. When the heard me approaching, they instantly stopped talking, and acted as if they were intensely interested in their food. A pang of sadness and rejection rose up in me, making me ball my hands into tight fists. Who were they to treat me like scum? I slammed my fist down on the table, making the both of them jump.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I scare you? I was just reaching for one of those apples, when my hand accidentally slipped." I lied, talking in a sickly-sweet voice. My mother grimaced, and Rima…grinned? I narrowed my eyes at her, grabbed an apple, and began to walk towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Rima's voice stopped me, and I slowly turned to give her a suspicious look.
"Why do you care?" I asked. She smirked and shrugged, flicking a strand of silver hair off her shoulder.
"Just wanted to know where my baby sister was wandering off to." She sniggered. The apple was crushed in my hand, just like the pair, shocking both of them once again. I flung it to the ground, and stomped it in. Two sentences. That was all it took for her to set me off.
"I am NOT a baby, nor am I your sister! If you wanted me to even suggest I was related to you, then why didn't you try to win me over earlier!" I snarled, eyes glinting angrily. Rima's eyes were wide in shock, and my mother got up to yell at me.
"Don't even say a word, mother! I don't consider myself related to you either! Do you know how much hell you and dad have put me through?! Well guess what, I'm done!" I cut her off, spitting the word 'mother' out like it hurt to say. Which it did. My mother sat down, her mouth open in a perfect O. I huffed, walked out the door, and slammed it shut. I felt like a giant weight had been lifted off my shoulder. I was no longer a burden on their backs, and they were no longer a burden on mine. Feeling as if the world had been lifted off my shoulders, I skipped down the road, and away from the house I never wanted to see again.
My feet had carried me to Ino's flower shop, all on their own. I wondered if she would let me crash at her place for a while, considering we re-made our friendship in our fight. The sound of a bell chimed when I opened the light pink door, smiling when I saw Ino working at the counter. She smiled slightly, and waved me over. I walked slowly towards her, taking my time to examine all the beautiful different flowers.
"Sakura-chan, it's been such a long time since you came to our shop." Ino giggled, her now short blonde hair pulled into a bun. I smiled and nodded, trying to find the right words to say.
"Sakura? Is everything all right?" Ino asked, noticing the look on my face. I sighed and shook my head 'no'. Ino's eyes softened, and she gestured her hand to a small chair next to her. I accepted the offer and sat down, running a hand through my also short hair.
"I kind of…exploded, on my mom and Rima, and told them I was done putting up with them. Also meaning, I'm done living under the same roof as two annoying bitches." I muttered, twiddling my fingers. Ino giggled, surprising me.
"It's about time! You've hated those two since we first met! I've kept a spare room for you since then, and completely forgot about it up until now! You can crash at our place." Ino exclaimed in a, 'oh-my-gosh-DUH' voice. I smiled, and gave her a gigantic hug, feeling relief building inside of me.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I cried, squeezing her tighter.
"But on…one…condition…" Ino wheezed. I let go of the blonde, and gave her a curious look.
"You cover my shifts in the flower shop." She grinned, a sly smirk crawling onto her face. I sighed, and shook her hand, figuring I had to.
"Great, you start now!" Ino exclaimed. She clapped her hands together, and tossed me her apron, before skipping out of the shop. I sighed, and tied the apron around my waist.
How bad could this be?
Several hours later
I finally ended the shift, and can I just say…I was exhausted! There were more visitors then I expected, and whenever customers weren't looking, the register would spaz, and fly open, sending change and money all over me. I made sure to stay away from it after that.
The door closed behind me, and I made sure to lock it before walking towards the ramen shop. The streets were empty, besides me, and there were no lights visible. It gave me the spooks.
"Saaakkurraa? Wwwhhyy aarent yyou at home wwwith y-your mmmmmoooommm?!" My dad's overly drunken voice slurred loudly from behind me, making me jump. I turned to glare at the sorry excuse for a man, and grimaced.
"That women is not my mother, nor she ever will be." I replied, stuffing my hands into my pockets. My 'dad' narrowed his eyes at me, and cocked his head to the side.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" He growled. 2 of his buddies, appeared at his side, obviously drunk as well.
"You heard me." I said.
"Katsun, Maki, I think we need to punish my daughter." My dad chuckled darkly. I walked backwards, but his two buddies lunged forward and grabbed both my arms. I scowled, flipped, and kicked them both in the face. They fell backwards, and I made a dash for it. The sound of feet pounded after me, along with the pounding of my heart. I turned a corner, only to find it a dead end. I panicked, and searched for a way out. Then I remembered the tree climbing exercises, and calmed myself. I urged chakra down to my feet, trying to keep my thoughts clear. The pounding of feet grew closer, and I could hear shouting. I finally felt enough chakra, and dashed up the wall blocking my way to get out. I turned around to smirk, only to gasp when I saw them running up as well. Then I mentally slapped myself. They were Shinobi, of course they knew this trick!
"Sakura, get your ass back here! My friends want to play with you!" My dad's yell followed me. I gagged, knowing exactly what he meant. I finally reached the roof, and ran straight to the edge. I looked for a ladder or rope, or anything to climb down on, but nothing was there. I measured the length to the ground, wondering if I could jump.
Approximately 120 feet down. No. Not a possibility.
"We've got you." My dad chuckled, grabbing my shoulder. I turned around to land a punch to his face, but my fist was caught by his friend. He twisted my arm behind my back, earning a pained shriek from me. My dad's hold on my shoulder rested on my neck, squeezing tighter then necessary.
"Now, since you didn't behave like a good girl, were going to go extra hard." My dad's sinister voice breathed into my face, the smell of alcohol choking me. I bit back the tears that threatened to fall, and forced myself to kick him right in a sensitive spot. He let go of me, crying out in pain, and I stumbled backwards. I screamed in shock and horror, when I realized I had stumbled right off the edge of the building. My hands flailed to grab something, anything, but they touched nothing. I felt my dad's angry, sick gaze boring into me, and his friends disappointed looks. I closed my eyes, finally letting the tears fall, and waited for the crash.
Gaara's P.O.V
Gaara never slept, so it wasn't a surprise he was roaming the streets after dark. It was quiet, except for the occasional bark of a dog. Well, it was quiet until he noticed a drunken fool stumbling out of a bar, with two other drunken idiots. The man had brown hair, and scarily familiar emerald green eyes. Gaara noticed the man staring at something or someone, and then he yelled something. He could've sworn he heard the man yell 'Sakura'. Gaara followed the man's gaze, and sure enough, there was Sakura, glaring daggers at him. If he was on the receiving end of that look, he would've been scared senseless, but the man seemed unaffected. He wondered if he might be her father.
Suddenly, the two men who had followed her dad out of the bar grabbed her arms, weird grins on their face. Gaara was about to go help, when she flipped and kicked them both in the face. He was slightly impressed, but just slightly. She took off into the darkness, snapping Gaara from his cool demeanor, and making him chase after the 3 men following her. They cornered her in a dead end, making Gaara think it was finally his time to step in. But yet again, she surprised him by running up the wall. The 3 men followed her still, and Gaara followed as well.
They surrounded her on the edge of the roof, their grins returning to their faces. Sakura was having none of it though. Her knee lifted, and she kicked out her leg right into her dad's groin. He yelled in pain, and released her roughly, forcing her to stumble backwards. To Gaara's horror, she stumbled, right off the building. He automatically lifted his arm, and a tentacle of sand flowed from his palm. It wrapped itself around a terrified Sakura, and pulled her back up, right into his arms.
OOOOH, A CLIFFY! Oh, I'm so evil! I hope you'll bear with me though, hehe! Please leave a review telling me if you guys liked it, I hope this chappy was longer then the last! (AND BETTER)
Fun little question *Which Naruto character are you most like
For Girls:
A) Tsunade
B) Hinata
C) Sakura
D) Ino
E) Other (Let me know!)
For boys:A) Kakashi
B) Kiba
C) Naruto
D) Sasuke
E) Other (Let me know!)
