A/N: I'm so sorry! It took me long enough…gah… im so mean!!! But I did put in a much needed make-out scene for ya'll! I really need to get it together cuz once school comes its curtains for me!well anyway here u people go! I expect to get some reviews for this ppl! I luv all my readers but come now; lets be reasonable, ne? Well here we go!
Chapter 8: I Will Never Leave You Again
He slowly trudged out of the alley, the young girl in his hands. It was quiet, way to quiet for his taste, and at that moment, it felt like the world had just frozen. It fell like a dead-weight, all of the pressure building up inside of him as he gawked at the young girl.
Her face was bruised on her left cheek, her wrists as well. Her legs and arms were scratched up, and her face looked pale as snow. She looked so…
"So dead, Riko…you look so dead…" he whispered. "What has become of you?"
She didn't just look dead now, but ever since he had seen her for the first time in 9 years, she had looked so different
Paler and less vibrant, yes.
But there seemed to be something missing in her eyes. Something that had been there so long, it looked to be almost impossible for it to have faded away.
Gaara glared at the almost lifeless girl draped in his robe.
Emotion.
It wasn't hard to believe that she didn't change at all though. Some civilians thought she was the same exact Riko from before, but not seeing her for nine years could take an effect on you.
He shouldn't have taken advantage of such a great friend. Life was short, and he was to live it to the fullest. Friends were necessary, he was to cherish them. And Riko…Riko was special, she was to be loved in every way possible.
He looked up at the Kazekage tower some 10 meters in front of him and transported himself into his suite.
Silently walking over to the bed, he lay her down on it. He looked at her through soft, blue eyes as he caressed almost every inch of her face, memorizing it by touch.
"Riko…" he said to himself.
'You're in too deep, kid.'
This has nothing to do with you…and with that, Shukaku shut up.
He was barely confronted by the demon anymore, but sometimes it wanted to state its reasoning. Gaara never listened to him because his talks usually ended in destruction. Learning to tame the beast within him was his biggest feat yet. But if he were ever to gain Riko's love again, boy would that be an even bigger one.
He gazed to the side, sadly.
Gaara didn't even know if he deserved Riko's love anymore. She was right; how did he expect her to show affection if he didn't? It was crazy for him to think that way. It was selfish and conceited.
He heard a few knocks on his door. "Gaara-kun, are you there?"
Gaara answered back with a sigh. "Yes, Temari."
Temari seemed to let out a relieved sigh of her own as she laughed nervously. "Nii-kun, I'm so glad you're back. You're needed upstairs; there's a big pile of paper work calling your name up there!" she said sweetly.
He shut his eyes. "Not tonight, Temari-chan, I'm tired," he groaned.
"But, Gaara-kun-"
"Tomorrow."
He heard a deep sigh at the door as footsteps faded down the hallway.
He glanced back to Riko as his eyes slightly widened. "R-Riko…you're awake…"
She just stared at him with that emotionless look, her eyes dulled over with hurt. But he seemed to notice a quiver in her gaze. Could it be…fear?
Gaara had never seen this look in the girls eyes on account of Riko's fear factor (A/N:luv that show!) being very low. He sat there, waiting for her to say something back.
But nothing came.
The young Kazekage thought about it soon resting on the fact that it was much too much to ask of a girl who was practically raped 15 minutes ago.
He blushed. "I guess…you would like to bathe then?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
He waited for her to speak as she closed her eyes. It seemed like it had been forever before she finally answered, "Hai…"
Gaara helped her sit up.
"A bath would be nice…" she whispered warily.
He helped her stand up as she let go of the robe covering her naked body.
A light pink color crawled onto Gaara's face for a fraction of a second as Riko stumbled a little, leaning on Gaara for balance.
He couldn't help but look at her body.
She wasn't perfect nor was she a super model, but she was beautiful.
Riko maybe wore a large B cup or a small C and had a tiny waist that looked great on her petite figure.
She had two curvy hips and long, slender legs compared to her short physique.
Her skin was smooth and soft at the same time and he couldn't help but notice her perfectly round ass. Who ever knew all of this was under the baggy clothes she wore all the time?
Again, he had seen bigger, but to him, she was gorgeous.
Riko noticed where Gaara's eyes were but didn't seem to care. She was far from caring about anything right now. She was far from thinking of anything right now. She was far from anything right now. Far from Suna, far from Earth. The only thing she felt close to…
He helped her into the tub after he had finished drawing her bath.
…was Gaara…
He watched her move her legs and hug them to her chest. Her eyes seemed unchanged and fixated on whatever seemed to be in front of her at the point.
I'm sorry, Riko… He stared at her. I should've been there sooner…I should've been there always, by your side…
He turned around and began to walk out when he felt something tug on the back of his slacks.
He turned to her, to see her shaking, her eyes were hidden and her hair was over her face.
"Arigato…gozaimasu…Gaara-sama…"
He saw a few tears drop as she began to shake even more, uncontrollable.
"But if I may ask…for one more thing…"
His eyes widened at her whimpering tone. Was she that scared at this point?
"Please…" she whispered.
She had shown her eyes finally. They were overflowing with hot tears.
"Please, Gaara-kun…please don't leave me…"
He saw the tears as they fled down her face and then looked back in her wavering eyes to see there were more to come. He turned around to face her as her hand found its way to her big, forest green orbs.
"Please forgive me for breaking our promise, Gaara-kun."
She sniffled a little as she tried to hide her face from his view.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered as she shook her head back and forth.
He knelt down by the bath. "Hey…" He tilted her chin so he could look her straight in the eyes. He finally caught her teary gaze. "We'll work on it, k?"
Gaara flashed her a beautiful smile, but a truthful one.
"And I will never, ever leave your again, Riko." He pulled her into a hug, "Never…"
She paused for a while before gripping onto his robes. "I was so scared, Gaara…"
He felt her small body shudder against his own as small sobs were heard.
He rubbed her back comfortingly. "I know, Riko. " He closed his eyes and rocked her back and forth, "But it's all over now…it's all over…" he whispered into her brown locks.
Yes, of course Riko was terrified, but not for the same reasons most would be of getting raped. She had so many things to do, so many things to accomplish…so many people she hadn't told that she loved yet. Gaara had never held her in his warm embrace as he told her he loved her. Gaara had never walked hand in hand with her, nuzzling and eyeing her suggestively. And Gaara had never given her THE kiss. The one she had always hoped to get from Gaara.
Riko had never accomplished her dream of being a well known shinobi like her sisters, being trained by the best. She wanted to show her family that she really could do something great for the village.
She pulled back from his hug and looked him in the eyes. His crystal gaze was piercing yet subtle. He would peer through your eyes into your soul and find what was really wrong.
Unfortunately, Riko had given him no such luck. Her eyes were once again solid with no shimmer or gleam in them and he had yet to see her smile or laugh the whole night. Gaara took in that there was nothing funny or happy that had happened tonight, but there wasn't even a small grin in response to his own. Her features were set.
He stood up and watched her finish her bath silently. Again, her stare seemed to be forward, a perfect replica of what she looked like before except different in the fact that there was no small quiver in her eyes. Her eyes, focused, her heart, steady, her mind, down to earth.
When she seemed to be finished, she drained the tub as he held out a towel towards her.
As she stood up, her legs wobbled a little as she slowly stepped out of the tub, tripping on her own feet.
He handed her the towel as she dried herself efficiently finally wrapping it around herself.
Gaara felt something on his chest and knew exactly what it was. He felt arms snake around his waist, its grip tightening.
"Gaara-kun…"murmured the voice.
He sighed as he closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head.
Looking down at her, he kissed her forehead to the effect of her looking up at him.
Gaara watched her dull green eyes. He wanted to see them sparkle again, wanted to see them shine.
His hand reached up to her cheek and caressed it as he watched her face move closer to his touch, a throaty purr slipping through her lips. This left a perfectly elongate neck calling his name.
Beautiful…he mused as he realized what his simple touches could do to her. He felt his lower regions harden.
Not much longer had he found his lips stretched onto Riko's neck, taking in her delightful aroma and pecking her sweet tasting neck.
He messily kissed up and down her silky neck, letting his tongue roam wherever his lips did.
Getting to the nape of her neck, he slightly nipped at it as Riko gasped at his actions, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
She moaned loudly as he sucked on it and nipped at it, running his tongue over it a few times.
He could feel her heart racing against his chest and loved it. Riko wanted him.
Gaara smirked against her skin receiving another erotic moan from Riko. Silence ensued the room as all that could be heard was Riko's uneven breathing.
He looked down at her; she was so beautiful. Her head was tossed back, her neck wet and red.
Riko gazed back up at him, her unsteady breathing still not ceasing.
She grabbed his face with both her hands. "…Why the hell did you stop!?"
She smashed her lips onto his with such vigor, it surprised Gaara.
He immediately closed his eyes fighting against her lips with his own, his arms tightening around her waist.
Her hands tussled and twisted his hair between her fingers.
Gaara quickly took charge as he licked her lips, asking for entrance.
Riko gladly let him in with a moan as his tongue searched all over her mouth before beginning to play with her tongue.
She felt him pick her up over the edge of the bath and then ram her back into the wall, his body weight slightly on her.
Riko ignored the pain in her back only letting out a little groan. Gaara's hands slid up and down her bare hips, the towel already gone from her baby soft skin.
She arched her back trying to get closer to Gaara as one of his hands slid from her hip, through all her curves, and on to her neck, pulling her closer as well.
Riko's moan was louder this time, sending shivers up his spine. Gaara liked being in control of her in this way. He loved being wanted by her, loved being needed. He still couldn't get enough of the fact of what his simple touch could do to this girl. It practically drove her bananas.
They both parted for much needed air, as they stared into each other's half-lidded eyes. He looked from her now emotion filled eyes, to her pursed, swollen lips.
He saw her glance down with a soft moan. She was tired. "Riko, you've had a long day, it's time to get some sleep…"
Even though his body edged him on, he could see pass her beauty and into her soul. A soul that needed rest.
She nodded slightly as he picked her up, carrying her small body out to the bed. He laid her under the sheets softly as he kissed her forehead. "Good night…"
Her eyes seemed to feign worry. "Gaara, please don't lea-"
Gaara smiled as he pecked her lips again. "Wouldn't think of it…"
Riko's lips seemed to curl at the ends as she sent him a smile. It was that "true Riko" smile, the one he had seen the first night he had met her.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she drifted off to sleep.
Gaara brushed a single hair out her face and whispered once again, "Wouldn't think of it…"
He picked her up again after making sure she was totally knocked out and wrapped her in the sheets to keep her warm.
He looked at the moon outside the sliding door that led to his balcony.
It wasn't a full moon quite yet, but nonetheless, it was beautiful. He walked out there pushing Riko to his shoulder as he climbed to the rooftop. He was thankful that there hadn't been many sandstorms lately or this would not have been a good night to go up there.
Gaara sat down with Riko in his lap.
He didn't care if all of Suna saw him holding Riko Masako, former kunoichi of The Sand, in his lap.
Let them stare, he didn't mind. He looked at her. And if he had noticed her love back then, they wouldn't be in this mess.
He frowned.
There were so many leads but he was so clueless back then. All he cared about was revenge on mankind and power. He had just begun remembering the time she had saved him…
(Flashback (I swear it will go quick!))
"Demon child!" they shouted as they threw rocks at him.
He cowered in the corner, crying, trying to roll himself into a human ball as his sand blocked him.
"Go away!" they screeched.
He was so afraid. Why did the treat him this way?
"NinpouTsuchi no Bouei!"
Suddenly, earth rose around the perimeter of Gaara, some of the rocks hitting the stone and then fell back down.
The townspeople all went quiet and then a woman spoke up.
"It's Riko Masako-chan!"
Green eyes burned with fury in the sunlight. "Leave him alone!" commanded Riko.
The townspeople didn't dare move. The Masako's were well known in the village for their outstanding mastery of the ninja arts. They would never lay a hand on the clans' youngest daughter.
"This is wrong!" she shouted as she helped Gaara up. "Would you ever do something like this to your child!?"
A man, a very courageous one at that, spoke up. "He's a demon!"
"He's a kid!" Riko hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes wandering over the crowd as if challenging them to say something back.
The crowd dispersed sending glares Gaara's way as they would never challenge a Masako. Funny how they would give her respect and not the Kazekage's son.
"Che…" she looked back at Gaara. "There nothing but dogs with their tails between their legs…"
Riko smiled softly and hugged him. "Don't worry, Gaa-chan; they just don't know how nice you can really be…"
(End of Flashback)
Riko was wrong. She just didn't know how evil he could be. The townspeople were right, he was a demon. But she was the only one to believe he had potential in becoming a help to the village.
He gazed down at her. You were here for me, Riko-chan…He grinned again. Now it's time for me to be there for you…
A/N: ok! So did u like the makeout scene?! Hope u did! And "Ninpou, Tsuchi no Bouei!" means "Ninja Art, Earths Protection! Well there u are! REVIEW!!!luv u and laterz!!!
