looking at the old version and thought that it was poorly done. So I'm revising it now. Please review and tell me what you think of it.
"What?" both Tenten and Ino exclaimed when Sakura explained her marriage situation to them. They were all sitting around a table in the mall food court. They had planned to go shopping for the day. But Sakura wanted to get her news out of the way so as soon as they arrived in the mall she sat them down and told them about it.
Sakura sighed, Tenten and Ino had yelled so loudly that most of the people in the food court were staring at them. She turned and glared at most of them, they looked away. Then she looked back over towards her friends. "I found it hard to believe too," she explained. "But I guess I'll just have to put up with it."
"That's horrible!" Ino exclaimed, more quietly this time. "If I was in that situation, I would be way more freaked about it then you are. It's basically giving your life away."
"I know," Sakura explained sadly, the comment only helped to strengthen the medic's dislike for the marriage. "I'm not fond of it either. But, since it will supposedly help the village, I'll do it. Besides it's not like I have much choice in the matter."
"When do you leave?" Tenten asked.
Sakura placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Tomorrow."
"What?" Tenten and Ino yelled out once more. Sakura had to go through the process of glaring at people who were looking at them all over again.
"So much for giving you time to prepare for it," Tenten mumbled.
"Yeah I know," Sakura replied. "But knowing Tsunade, she knew for a while and decided to put it off until the last possible moment. So, today is my last day living in Konoha. And I was hoping not to be sad the entire day. Therefore I was hoping that we could just have fun for the rest of today." In truth she just wanted to stop talking about the arrangement. And she knew that she could do that by getting her friends focused on shopping.
"Sure," Tenten replied.
"Absolutely!" Ino agreed, throwing her fist into the air. The blonde dragged her two friends into clothing stores and they began shopping.
When Sakura arrived home she felt very satisfied. She had bought three pairs of pants, two hoodies and one shirt. They had also spent time sparring (Tenten's idea) and just walking around town. It wasn't really anything special, but Sakura liked it nonetheless. Even though every two seconds she had to stop herself from thinking that it was going to be her last day living here.
When she opened the door to her house and walked in she was greeted with an unexpected surprise. Gaara was sitting on her couch, remote in hand, watching her TV, acting like he owned the place. Sure he said he was going to find her house, but she didn't expect him to come to it till later. Or at least to stand by the front door until he got in. Wait a minute, how did he get in? After a moment of searching she found the spare key that she gave Naruto beside him on the couch. He looked pretty comfortable there. In fact he didn't even look up when she dropped her bags in shock.
So she picked up her bags and looked over at his face. The blank stare was still the dominate expression on his features. "Yo." she told him. He nodded to acknowledge her presence. It was almost like she was talking to a wall. She might have to make an imaginary friend just to have someone to have conversation with. The thought of her deliberately becoming schizophrenic made her shudder. Then again, Temari and Kankurou would be there, so she could talk with them right?
She walked over towards her room and dumped her bags on her bed. She'd put them away later. Her eyes glanced over at the clock. It said that it was 6:00pm. So, what to do now. What was there to do? She had already eaten in the mall, she didn't really have any books that she wanted to finish, it was too late to train, and she didn't want to put away the bags yet... Well she could always go watch TV, but Gaara was watching it... Oh what the hey, she might as well spend time with the guy. After all, she was going to spend time with him for the rest of her life, might as well start now.
She walked over to the couch and sat beside him. Like she had suspected, he didn't even look up at her. Just kept changing the channel every two or three seconds. "You know," she began telling him, "It's probably better if you just find one channel you like and stick to it."
"Nothing good on," he mumbled, still pressing down on the remote buttons.
She looked at him oddly, "Then...why are you watching it?"
He shrugged, "Nothing better to do." Sakura sighed; this was going to be harder than she thought.
For a while neither of them said anything, just sat beside each other staring at the TV screen that, thanks to Gaara, was constantly changing. But after about half an hour, Sakura decided to try talking to him again. "So...," she began, "What do you think about this whole marriage thing?"
Gaara shrugged, not bothering to look at her. "It's something that has to be done."
"Yes, I guess it is," she replied slowly. She began to rack her brain for something to say, and when she did think of something, he gave her a very short reply that left no room for further conversation. Not wanting to give up easily, she tried to think of something else to talk about. He answered the way he did before. This cycle continued until she couldn't take it anymore. "Baa!" she exclaimed, walking out of the room. "You're hopeless!" She didn't see the small smirk that fell on his face.
She walked into the kitchen and got out a bag of chips. Although she could bake, when she was frustrated, she preferred not to. Took too much concentration. Hence the large amount of junk food she had in her pantry. She opened the chip bag and emptied its contents into a bowl. She was going to take it into her room for her to eat while she thought of something to do, something that would not involve talking to a certain red head.
Just when she was putting the bag away Gaara walked in. He looked with disgust at the bowl of chips. "You actually eat that junk?"
Sakura grinned, "Yep." She put a chip in her mouth for emphasis. So he was a health freak. Or he just didn't like chips. Interesting.
He raised an imaginary eyebrow. "I thought as a medic you would keep away from that sort of food."
She shrugged, "You can have junk once in a while. Besides, it's very yummy. Want one?" She held a chip up to him, and then put it back down in the bowl after he quickly shook his head. So she looked back down at the bowl and took another chip, "More for me then." After she chewed and swallowed the chip she looked back up at him. "So why exactly are you criticizing my eating habits?"
He looked back at her. "I thought you wanted to have more conversation."
Her eyes narrowed as she tried to think of a comeback. But, as much as she hated to admit it, he did have a point. "True enough," she replied. "What are you going to do the rest of the night?"
He shrugged. "Well, have fun with that," she told him as she took her bowl of chips over to her room. She stopped when she remembered something. "By the way," she began. "Where do you plan on sleeping?" Unfortunately due to her usual lack of overnight visitors her guest bedroom was currently being used as a storage closet.
He looked at her, with a miniscule spark of surprise in his eyes. As if he hadn't thought much about the matter. "I do not need to sleep much, but I suppose I shall sleep on the couch," he replied.
"Alrighty then. There are blankets in the closet beside the living room," She began walking back to her room. But before she went into her room, she looked and added. "See ya tomorrow future hubby."
As she shut her door she heard him say, "Do not call me that." She couldn't help but laugh she closed the door completely with her foot. Then she plopped down on her bed, chop bowl in hand and looked up at the ceiling. So tomorrow she would head out to Suna. Off to the desert. She should probably bring some sandals and sunscreen. Oh, she should probably start packing now.
But first she needed to put away and pack some of the stuff she bought. So she placed the bowl of chips on her bed, retrieved the bags and her suitcase and got to work. Taking tags off clothing items, sorting between what she would bring and what she would leave in her closet. After a bit of thought, she had decided to take three pairs of pants, two pairs of shorts, two pairs of pyjamas, one long sleeve shirt, three t-shirts, two pairs of shoes: one pair of sneakers and the other sandals, a bottle of sunscreen, a few pictures, her wallet, and a few other odds and ends. She didn't take a sweater with her; she didn't think that she would need one. Somehow she managed to cram it all into a suitcase and a handbag.
When she placed the items by the door, she looked at them with pride then went over to her closet to get her blue pyjamas. After she retrieved them she went over to her bathroom to put them on. She slipped into them, and then went back to her room. When she opened her door she yelped. Gaara was in her room, looking around it. He looked over at her and glared. "You really shouldn't do that. It's loud."
She glared back, not really realizing that that was the first time he spoke to her with emotion."Well excuse me for being surprised that you decided to waltz right into my room without telling me."
He rolled his eyes. "You should be prepared for anything. Besides, I got bored."
"And that gives you the right to look all over my things?"
"We're getting married remember? What's yours is now also mine."
Sakura sighed, he was making her very frustrated. "Can you just leave so I can go to bed?"
For a second, she thought she saw a look of hurt in his eyes. But if there was a glimpse of pain in his eyes, it quickly left. "Fine." he replied, walking out of her room. She looked back at him and watched him go until he disappeared down the hallway.
Then she closed the door and sighed. Nothing she could do about it now. She turned off her light, hopped in bed, and fell asleep.
She awoke to the sound of her alarm clock. She sleepily reached over and shut it off with her left hand. What should she do today? Then slowly, she remembered all that had happened the day before. She would be leaving today... Suddenly she felt an urge to stay in her bed longer. But, she knew that she would have to face it eventually so she might as well get it over with now.
After forcing herself up she went over to her closet, got her clothes, and then went to her bathroom to have a shower. A sigh escaped her lips as the hot water fell over her tense muscles. She didn't want to waste water so her shower only lasted about ten minutes or so. She dressed in a pair of camouflage pants and a black spaghetti strap tank top. After tying her hair in a very messy ponytail, she exited the bathroom.
Gaara was sitting at the table, looking out the window when she came in. By the looks of it he had already looked around her kitchen to find something to eat and had consumed it. Which enforced what he said the night before about what was hers was now his as well. Ah well, it was too early in the morning to get mad at him."Hey," she told him as she got out a box of cereal. He nodded at her as she got out a bowl, a spoon and some milk. Not wanting to take a long time, she quickly lapped up her cereal, and then discarded the bowl into the sink. No use cleaning it up now.
"Are you ready to leave?" he asked her.
She sighed, feeling some of her strength leave her. She wasn't sure if she was ever going to be ready, but she had no choice. "Just wait until I get my stuff from my room. Then I'll be ready." he nodded and watched her disappear into her room.
Her door shut behind her as she walked into her room. So after today, she would not be living in this home. But...maybe she could still keep it. She straightened up, that thought gave her confidence. Yeah, she could just say that she would be coming here for trips to Konoha. That would make leaving feel a little better. Gaara's annoyed voice broke her train of thought, "Would you hurry?"
"Yeah, hold on a sec," she replied, grabbing her handbag and suitcase. Then she ran out of her room. Gaara was waiting for her near the front entrance. He was leaning on the door frame, but stood up once he saw her coming.
"Let's go," he announced, opening the door and walking out.
Sakura sighed and followed him. After one last look at her house, she walked out of it, locking the door behind her. As she left she realized that she didn't pack her tooth brush.