A/N: Hehe, sorry for making you wait. I have to write this quickly before I leave to pick up the new Harry Potter book at midnight!
I thought that I might drop this story because I had no inspiration, but I have the end all planned out, and I thought up some ideas, so don't fear! I will not drop it!
Now R&R!!
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It had been a week since Sasuke had been living in the hotel. Things here were very limited, as he had found out. There were no phones or internet access, computers, nothing.
There were four people that managed the hotel, Temari, Kankuro, Gaara, and their grandmother. He hadn't learned much about them, except Temari, because she had a tendency to ramble onto him about her late at night.
Sasuke had also learned that this was one of the worst places to be stuck in. Since no one dared go outside because they might disappear forever, and the hotel was so small, there was nothing to do. And Sasuke hated not doing anything.
He watched as Temari and Kankuro played some bizarre game that required running around and throwing pancakes at one another. Sighing, he slumped further into the lounge chair he was sitting in.
"Hey guys," he called.
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"Hey guys!"
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"Hey! Guys!" They stopped laughing and stared at him. "Oh, um sorry Sasuke, I couldn't hear you," Temari said.
Sasuke rolled his eyes.
"Do you guys know where Gaara is? He might have something to do."
They both stared at him surprised until Kankuro stuttered, "U-Um, he's probably in his room." Why are they staring at me like that? It's making me nervous…Sasuke thought.
"Uh…something wrong?" He asked. They both snapped back into reality. "Oh um, nothing," Temari said with a fake smile. "It's just……"
Sasuke began to walk towards her. "What?" Temari looked up at him. "No one has ever asked to do something with Gaara. Most people usually…ignore…him."
Sasuke frowned.
"Why is that?" Temari faltered for a second, trying to come up with an answer. Kankuro saw this and thought, Crap! She might tell him about it…
"Probably just because he's shy and doesn't talk much to people," Kankuro answered, looking away from Sasuke.
Sasuke knew that Kankuro was lying. Oh well, he thought. I'll find out the truth soon enough.
"Well then, I'll be going upstairs." "Right." Sasuke began to walk up the wooden, dusty stairs. Gaara's room was the first one on the floor.
He knocked on the door several times. "Gaara?" He asked. There was no answer.
He eventually opened the door and stepped into Gaaras' room to find no one. He continued to walk into the abandoned room.
I shouldn't be in here…..he thought as he looked around. It was a normal room, a bed, desk, window, bookshelf, bathroom, etc…(Ok, sorry to describe it that way, but I don't want to list the objects off one by one, although I think I already did 0.0)
He looked around for something that would tell him more about the mysterious red-head.
"Hmm, what's this?" He said as he saw a picture laying on the ground of a woman. She had brown hair, faded clothes, and was smiling happily.
(God it so clique to have someone find a photo of something in someone's abandoned room! Anyways…)
He picked it up, completely oblivious of the figure behind him. "I've never seen her before," Sasuke said, wondering who she was.
Suddenly something touched his neck. Sasuke yelped and fell backwards onto the cold floor. What the hell was that? He wondered, rubbing his head, looking ahead to see Gaara glaring down at him.
"Gaara!" He said, surprised. "I…um…." Sasuke looked down, trying to think of a excuse.
Silence passed between the two as both wondered what to say.
Gaara finally sighed and offered the raven his hand. Sasuke was surprised for a second, then grabbed his hand, getting to his feet.
Gaara stared at him for a minute, observing Sasuke. Um….shouldn't I be…going now?
Sasuke nervously thought, staring back at Gaara.
I…like the way his curvy read hair lines his face….it fits him…that soft hair…that I could reach out and touch…
Gaara stared at the Uchiha, wondering what he would be doing in his room. No one ever came to see him.
Suddenly Sasuke began to stroke Gaara's hair. Gaara blushed, finding it suddenly hard to breath. No one has dared touched me…since…."S-Sasuke…?" Gaara weakly asked.
Sasuke continued to affectionately brush his fingers through Gaara's hair. Gaara thought that he might faint as Sasuke's hand moved further down his face, stroking his cheek.
"Sas..uke….?"
Sasuke began to move closer to the stunned red-head, so that they were almost touching.
"Sas…" Gaara breathed, un-able to speak anymore. Sasuke's hand suddenly moved curiously up towards the blood-red kanji on Gaara's forehead.
Gaara's forehead began to burn and he cringed in pain as Sasuke touched the tattoo. (Let's just call it that for now )
"Sasuke!" He yelled sharply as Sasuke realized what he had done. Blushing, he ran as fast as he could out of Gaara's room.
(Sorry I made everything happen so fast. At least it seems too fast to me. I'll shut up now.)
--Later, in Sasuke's room--
Why did I do that? Sasuke thought, disturbed. I didn't even know that I was doing anything, I just kind of…Sasuke rolled over on his bed, un-comfortable.
He sighed, trying to go to sleep. Now Gaara's going to hate me forever.
"Ok, I get the point. Now will you please let me get some sleep?" he said out loud, talking to himself.
I probably look like a pervert in his eyes now. Oh great. Sasuke whumped the pillow over his head.
…and what if he tells Temari or Kankuro? "Why, why, why?" Sasuke moaned. "Why must I have a subconscious that won't shut the hell up!
…then I'll be in big trouble…
Sasuke sighed loudly, although he knew what he was thinking was the truth. If Gaara did tell Kankuro and Temari, what would happen? Would he be forced out in the cold? And what about…Gaara.?
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A/N: All in later chapters. Muahahhah!
Sasuke…is obsessed with red hair, apparently 0.0 Anyways……
If you don't review, I'll drop the story!!!...hehe just kidding. But seriously people. Review. Even if you think it's bad. I know I do! just kidding…I think….
Ok. so…yeah! I hate being in a car full of people talking about Harry Potter spoilers….