Oh meh gerd! Chapter 7 was a good one I guess! 14 reviews to 22 reviews in ONE night! AAAAAHHHH! So freaking happy. And to reviewer S.A I couldn't respond through PM, so to answer your reviews.
1. Yes, Her dad is an Illusionist, so he transformed himself into a fox. Her parents hating her will be answered later on, maybe…Chapter 11?
2. Her sister will also be answered later on in the story.
3. I forgot to mention, all the genins are going to be around….14 I guess in this story.
I hoped that answered to majority of your questions, and I hope you enjoy the rest of my story knowing these things now!
It took me a second to register what had happened, before finally noticing his lips were on mine. I leaned in as well, and wrapped my arms around his neck. My hands fisted his hair, as if it could pull him closer. Something in the back of my head told me this was wrong, but it was fogged over when his lip grazed over my bottom lip. I allowed him access, and let out our tongues battle furiously. Gaara finally won, and began exploring my mouth. I moaned inwardly, enjoying the fact that he tasted like candy. We finally pulled apart, so we could catch our breath. Gaara looked down at the floor, and pulled away from me with a guilty look on his face.
"I'm sorry…we shouldn't have done that…" He mumbled, avoiding my gaze. Pain hit me like a brick, and I tried not to show it.
"Yeah. You're right. That was stupid of me to do." I grumbled sadly. Gaara looked up at me in surprise, and reached out to place a hand on my arm. I flinched away from his touch, and turned around.
"Sakura, that's not what I-" I cut Gaara off with my hand before he could finish.
"No need to explain, Gaara, I understand." I choked out, before taking off away from him. I heard Gaara calling out to me, but I ignored him and kept running. Tears rolled down my face, and pain clawed at my stomach. Gaara kissed me, and then tells me we shouldn't have done that! My feet carried me to the apartment I had rented out with the money I earned from a job I got at the pet shop. I slammed the door shut, and locked it.
I collapsed onto my couch, scaring the hell out of my dog, Piko. The boxer puppy recovered from the shock quickly though, and nudged my arm over him. Piko licked my tears continuously, until I finally stopped crying. I smiled at him, and kissed him on his little nose. He barked happily, and licked my cheek again. I giggled, and pulled him closer. Soon after, I fell asleep with him still in my arms.
When I woke up, light filtered through my window, and Piko was still snuggled up to me, his eyes staring into mine with what looked like love and understanding. I smiled, and kissed the little dog on his nose, before sitting up. I placed Piko gently on the floor, and stumbled into my kitchen. After heating up the stove, I threw a frying pan onto it, along with 5 strips of bacon and 3 eggs. I knew I probably shouldn't feed Piko the same things I eat, but after having him curled up with me comfortingly all night, I felt as though I owed him. When the bacon was absolutely sizzly and greasy enough for my taste, and eggs looked scrambled enough, I slide two strips of bacon into Piko's doggy bowl, and an egg to go with it. Piko gave an excited yap, and dug in right away. I giggled, and ate my own breakfast still in the pan. I had a sort of habit with doing that. It stayed hotter and juicier that way, in my opinion. When I had finished, I dumped the pan in the sink, and went into my room to change my clothes. Shrugging out of the worn clothes I had yet to change out of, I grabbed a light green tank-top, with black flowers curling up the sides, and a pair of light pink shorts. I changed into the clothes quickly, and pulled my now mid-arm length hair into a tight ponytail, letting my bangs fall out. Lastly, I dabbed some rosey pink eye-shadow on my eyelids, and a little bit of eyeliner. I smiled at the reflection staring back at me, and walked out of the room. My green blowfish sherbet flats were waiting for me (yes, that's their name, look up, they are totally cute) at the door, and I slid my size 6 feet into them carefully.
Piko barked a goodbye as I waltzed out the door, making sure it was closed tight and locked behind me. I made my way down the apartment buildings dimly lit hallway, and into the lobby. As soon as I walked by the front desk, Exavier, the deskman, stopped me.
"Oi, Sakura-chan, somebody left you a bunch of flowers, a box of chocolate, and a note yesterday. He had dark red hair, green eyes with weird black rings around them, and a love tattoo on his forehead. Know him?" Exavier chimed all at once, waving the presents around. My mouth hung to the floor, shock hitting me like a very large wave.
"W-W-why?" I stammered. Exavier gave me a quizzical looked, cocked an eyebrow, and shrugged.
"How should I know. He's not my boyfriend." Exavier laughed carelessly. I could feel my face flush instantly, the heating burn my cheeks like ember on a fire.
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" I yelled, snatching the flowers, chocolates, and notes, before running back up to my room.
Piko welcomed me with surprised yap, and I just gave him a 'I'll-explain-later-' hand wave. I'm not sure why though…I placed the flowers carefully into a blue stain-glassed vase my grandmother had given to me before she died, and put the chocolates in my 'candy' cabinet. I unfolded the note carefully, which was scrawled in perfect cursive, on clear white paper with pink flowers swirling around the corners. I barely touched the paper, afraid I would ruin it's beauty if I did.
Dear Sakura,
I'm so sorry about what I said. When I said we shouldn't have done that, I thought you didn't want to kiss me. I've never felt so…so affectionate with another person as much as I have with you. My mother died when I was only 3, my brother and sister barely talk to me, and when they do, I guess it's kind of nice, and most of all, my father hates every little thing about me. Because of this, I'm pretty sure nobody really wants to talk to me either. But when I saw you, I thought there was something…different, about the way you were. When I got to know you, I felt as if I belonged somewhere. Like I was actually wanted by someone, need by someone! I felt like I was wanted and need by you, which is the best feeling I've ever had in my life. When I saw that I made you cry, It was like my entire heart just…shattered. I could literally feel the shards piercing and biting at my skin…It was so painful..so very painful…That's why I immediately went to your friend Iko's flower shop, and bought you a bunch of flowers. I also dropped by a store I hear had fantastic chocolate, and I got you twelve with cherry centers, and twelve with raspberry centers. That way if you didn't like one, you could have the other. I really do hope you will forgive me, and if you do, meet me at the cherry blossom hills at 6:00 p.m.
With love,
Gaara.
The letter brought tears to my eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy. Gaara had apologized in the sweetest way possible. I also found it slightly amusing that he called Ino, Iko instead. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I stood from the couch, and smiled. The clock read 12:30 p.m., which gave me more then enough time to go shopping for Gaara, and still have an hour or two to prepare a picnic. Gaara cared about me, and I cared about him. I knew that for sure now. And I'm definitely going to make things right.
Finally, I had inspiration! Here is chapter 8! I hope you enjoy it lots! Please R&R, you're opinions matter so much to me!
Fun little question: Who is YOUR favorite swords specialist?
A) Zabuza
B) Sasuke
C) Kitsune
D) Sazanami (bounty hunter)
E) Other, LET ME KNOW!
