I know it's shorter than the first chapter but I had an exam. I'll make up for the length with the next chapter.

Disclaimer - Still don't own Naruto :(

Chapter 2

Gaara was not not happy. Anyone in a 20 mile radius could realise that. He had been at Sakura's house for three days and she was beggining to become a problem.

When he had first met the pink haired woman, he had been weak and vunerable and he had let her get away with ordering him around, something he was beggining to regret.

She acted pleasantly enough towards him, if not slightly overly affectionate at times, however there were times when she thought she could order him around. Like the other day when he had been sat on the sofa watching t.v. and she had practically forced his dinner down his throat after he refused to eat it. Gaara had not appreciated this at all, in fact he had directly told her that if she wanted him to eat her meals she would have to start adding meat to them. Unfortunatley for him, the woman that had taken him in just happened to be a vegetarian, of all things.

Gaara's scowl grew just thinking about it. Gaara was brought out of his inner termoil when the focus of his thoughts stepped through the front door. He turned impatient orbs to her, which she just ignored.

She was late. She had gone grocery shopping over five hours ago and Gaara knew for a fact that grocery shopping didn't take that long.

"Your late." She gave him a quick look as if assesing how she should reply, she setteled on a shrug.

"Sorry Love, I ran into my friend. Your lucky." she called from the open kitchen "He wanted to come back here, but I refused knowing how much he'd get on your nerves. He's overly sociable you see."

Gaara didn't seem to care now he knew where she'd been and merely turned bored eyes back towards the t.v. before him.

She busteled around in the kitchen unpacking her shopping and then started on dinner.

Gaara sat on the sofa as Sweetheart sat contentedly on his stomache, purring like theres no tommorow. Sakura noticed and gave a small pout.

"I've looked after that blighter for four years and he's snuggeled up to you more in the last few days than he has to me in a lifetime." she sighed "I should'a gotten a dog, at least rhey're loyal."

Gaara shot her a glance. "You shouldn't mumble to yourself, people will think your crazy."

She grit her teeth. "I was talking to you."

He shrugged rather uncharacteristically . "I wasn't listening."

She let out a growl but quickly returned to her cooking, it may have been only three days but she had found out rather quickly that Gaara was a rather easy to understand person. He was a little quiet and unsociable for her tastes, but other than that she found him reasonbly pleasent. Unless of course he was angry, she shuddered at that. They had argued only once and she truly wished never to see his glare again.

She had learned from her mistakes and now she knew that his family was definitley a touchy subject, one that she wouldn't want to bring up in the future.

She smiled softly to herself as she closed the oven, she went into the living room and sat down beside him, close but not so she was invading his personal bubble.

"Loooove, I got a suprise for youuuu." she faced him with a sly smile on her lips, hoping to pique his curiousity. If she were anyone else she would think that he really couldn't care less, however Sakura had caught that glint in his eye and knew that he was dying to know what it was.

She giggled and said in a sing song voice. "But you'll have to wait till dinn-er!"

He gave her a glare but she ignored it. When she finnaly called him for dinner he was thier faster than she could blink, she chuckled.

She set down a plate before him and awaited his review that he always tended to give her cooking.

"Ta-da! I made fish. As you know I don't eat meat but I can eat fish, which is something that was alive at one point so it counts." By the time she had said that he had eaten a good amount of it.

She smiled and was about to dig into her own as she froze remembering her own words. 'It was alive at one point, it had a fishy family and fishy friends.'

She gulped as she slowly brought a piece of fish toward her mouth and stared at it. Gaara had seemed to notice her odd behaviour and was now watching her with barley veiled amusment.

"Hurry Sakura before it swims off your plate." Sakura paled at the thought before dropping her fork and running to the bathroom and throwing up.

Gaara almost began to think he had went to far but as he realised she wasn't going to eat her fish, he also realised he could.

Sakura came back fithteen minutes later to find a scowling Gaara lying in a ball on the sofa. She looked back at the kitchen only to find two empty plates in the sink.

She shook her head, as mature as he was for his age he sure could act rather childishly at times.

She ignored his glare as she sat down beside him and handed him a glass of water and pills. He snatched the afore mentioned items and began to sulk. She said nothing as they began to watch the t.v. in a contented silence.

It was at that moment Sakura realised, she hadn't fed the cat.

Sakura awoke the next morning tired and guilty. Last night was the third time she had forgotten to feed Sweetheart and was begginning to think the cat truly hated her.

Sakura growled as she poured herself coffee, the damn cat loved her red headed guest so why couldn't he feed it.

As if said red head could read her mind he appeared behind her and turned a blank stare towards her. "It's your cat Sakura you should at least remember to feed it."

She was going to bite out an angry retort when she blinked as if relazing some great truth.

"Ha! I got it!." She faced him with a glared and he merely looked at her boredly. "This is all part of your plot to steal my cat's affections! Your trying to make me forget to feed him so he'll hate me and love you."

She laughed haugtily as Garra assessed he sanity. "Well your out of your league buddy, can't trick this gal."

She snickered as she begand to head towards the bathroom. "Well I'm going to shower."

Sakura had been so caught up in her victory that she had forgotten something important.

Back in the kitched Gaara watched as the cat stared longingly at it's empty food bowl before looking at him and letting out a questioning meow.

Gaara shook his head. "Your owners crazy you know."

Gaara, had he not been a completely rational person, would of thought twice at the slight almost unnoticable, inclination of Sweetheart's head.

Gaara blinked. "It must be contagious."

I'll try to update as soon as possible.