Hello Again! Unfortunately, Chapters might take slightly longer to upload, due to math homework! Instead of one page, she's now giving us two pages, so it's going to take longer then usual. I hope to update ASAP, but I can't promise much! Anyways, here's chapter 5!
"G-Gaara?!" I stammered, staring up at the red-head in shock. Just as I thought I wouldn't stand a chance, he comes and saves the day.
"Everytime I see you, you're falling off of something." He drawled, a small smirk playing on his lips. I frowned and tried to hide the blush that was creeping onto my face.
"T-that's not true…" I muttered. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Do you want me to take care of them?" Gaara whispered, just so I could hear.
"No…I wouldn't want you getting in trouble because of me." I whispered. He nodded, sent a glare towards the 3 men staring in shock at him, and then disappeared with me in his arms.
We reappeared at the flower shop, a small grin on his face.
"You're friend was all over the place, talking about how you were going to live with her." Gaara whispered, noticing the confused look on my face. I nodded, and pulled away from his hold.
"Thanks again." I whispered shyly. Gaara just nodded, and stared intently at her.
"Did you think about my offer?" He asked. I grinned, noticing this was my chance.
"Yes, I decided I would join you in training. If it's still alright with you." I replied, excitement soaring through me.
"Good. We start tomorrow." Gaara instructed. Before I could say anything else, he vanished in a wave of sand. I frowned, not exactly sure why. Was I upset, that he left so soon? I shook the thought from my head. I walked into the shop, enjoying the small tinkle of the bell, and towards the back of the shop. I pushed through another door that led to the stairs. I climbed the long planks of wood, finally reaching the Yamanaka's living room. Ino was passed out on the couch, a bag of potato chips spilling over onto her stomach. Small snores filled the otherwise quiet room, forcing me to tiptoe as best as I could. I slipped past the couch, and faded into the shadows of the unlit hallway. I opened all the doors to separate rooms, finally finding one with a futon and large dresser. There was a small desk with a reading lamp, and a TV sat on the dresser. I closed the door quietly behind me, and walked over to the dresser. I slid open the droor, already finding my clothes there. I pulled out a pair of pajama shorts and colorful swirly t-shirt, quickly changed into them, and then crawled into bed. The futon was soft and fluffy, so I fell asleep easily.
I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, due to a hungry stomach. I realized, due to the events of last night, I still hadn't eaten. Sliding out of bed, my feet touched cool floor, making me shiver. I crept out of the room, and into the kitchen. The handle was cold, obviously, and my face was blasted with cold air when I opened the fridge. My eyes scanned the food, and zoned in on chocolate cake. The fat person inside of me grabbed it, and placed it on the counter. I sliced myself a generous piece, placed the cake back in it's rightful spot, and immediately began eating. Silky chocolate tickled my taste-buds, and I found it hard to hold back a moan of satisfaction. I had only taken a few bites before I heard scratching on the sliding glass door. I frowned, and wistfully placed the fork down on the plate. My feet barely touched the ground as I made my way over to the window, staring out into the darkness. I could only just make out two blue eyes, and the form of a foxes body. Slowly, I slid open the door, and kneeled down. The small creature whined, bit my hand gently, and began to tug me outside. I sighed, and follow it, seeing as if I had no choice. The fox pulled me a fair distance away from the flower shop/The Yamanaka's home, and stopped in front of a bush. It turned to face me, it's puppy face now an ugly snarl.
I backed away slowly, feeling as if I had just done something stupid by following the fox. The orange creature began to slowly transform, shaping into my dad. I bit back a scream of terror, and began to back away. Once again I was roughly grabbed by the arms. This time, there was another person with them, and he wrapped his arms around my legs. I struggled against the strong hold, already knowing it was pointless.
"I said I was going to punish you. Didn't I?" My father growled, walking towards me. He cupped my chin and lifted it up so that I was forced to look at him.
"You just never listen." His words were icey, and I scowled. I hacked for dramatic effect, and then spit a large ball of saliva into his face. My dad drew back, and wiped the spit off his face.
"Little brat. Get her to the building." My father growled, sending me a terrifying glare. I forced myself not to flinch away from the look, and instead tried to think of a way out of this.
"Yo, boss, she's thinking bout something!" One of the bigger men informed. My dad sighed, and gave some sort of signal. I opened my mouth to say something, but suddenly a piercing pain split through my head. My vision fogged first, and then I blacked out.
Uh-Oh…CLIFFY! Sorry it was super short, but the next chapter is going to be really long, PROMISE! Please R&R, I would appreciate it so much!
Fun little Question: Which fight is YOUR fave?!
A) Sakura VS Sasori
B) Rock Lee VS Gaara
C) Sasuke VS Naruto (doesn't matter which one)
D) Naruto VS Kiba/Neji
E) Other (LET ME KNOW!)
