A/N: Good news guys! I'm back and my finger is now completely recovered! Last chapter was hard to understand so I understand if you didn't get it at any point! It was a chapter that was full of emotions and the main purpose was to get through Sakura's past so that it isn't a giant blob.

Thx for all the support so far and its nice to read the reviews the day after I put the chapter up! I love answering reviews!

A little idea just popped into my head... a Chance Soundtrack or featured songs... cuz I've been listening to these songs for a really good Vampire Knight fanfiction so I've gotten into these songs... its a good idea to listen to these songs when you read any chapter of Chance:

Helplessly Hopelessly- Jessica Andrews

Black Roses Red- Alana Grace

Disclaimer: I've said this so many times in my other story I think half of my fic was full of author's notes and other crap: I REALLY don't own Naruto and even if I did I wouldn't tell you!

NOW! Enough crap and on with the story!

Chapter 6: Reflections

Pale peach walls past her and her legs carried her as far away from him as physically possible. Mixed feelings running through her entire being; the feeling of fear struck through her soul like lightning. Her long white skirt allowed her slight speed but it was not enough to evade her red haired boss who had instantly sprinted towards her. She didn't dare to look back, as if the very image of him would break her into two. Words resurfaced inside her mind and she twisted her way around the hallway towards the office.

Run

That's all that you ever do.

He accelerated towards her and couldn't help but feel the similar emotions as when he was little. With her running away from him he couldn't help but feel the same ache in his flesh and bones. The feeling that would pierce his very being like a knife. He felt alone. Alone again. No matter how many people would be around him he had always felt that same clench around his heart and it hurt more than if someone had stabbed him. The glances they would used to send him were needles. The words they would whisper about him were a punch in the gut. Worst of all, when he finally thought he had someone who would care for him the person had betrayed him. That had hurt more than anything he had ever experienced.

She was different.

He knew it well. He didn't even know her that well. Even if he did grow to like her ever so slightly there was feeling-an instinct; it screams in his head whenever he had time alone to even consider such things. He didn't even understand why he was chasing her in the first place. She was just his secretary. One that he could replace with ease. There was nothing between them but what was it about her that just makes him tick?

Run

Run little girl...

Run

Who will you go to this time?

No-one cares about you.

"Sakura!"

She payed him no attention and ignored him, soft clicking on the marble floor calmed her nerves ever so slightly. The same sentences floated in her head as she picked up her pace. He wasn't worth it. He never was. Each tear that came from just a single thought about him weren't worth it. He never thought of her more than a toy. A toy that constantly tagged along to him like super glued. She didn't mean anything to him. Never for a second or a split second thought did she ever mean a tiny bit to him. She was just a phrase in his life. Maybe not even a phrase.

2 weeks.

A small tiny fraction of their life.

She could have sworn then that she used to think that the 2 weeks they spent together was the weeks that changed her.

In a way it was true.

Never in her life did she feel so much love,

Pain,

Happiness,

Pleasure,

Sadness.

A slight miscalculation in her steps caused her to lose her balance and in less than a split second she fell; her eyes braced for impact on the marble floor and it came. Hard and cold, her hands shielded her face and gave her a soft lift from the ground; her reflection met her face to face. She couldn't even recognize the girl that seemed to imprint herself to the marble, her hair a mess and some traces of make-up smudged in many places. She wanted to scream out. To shout and complain about how cruel the world was but instead she found the only thing she could do was to pound her small fists at the marble, disgusted by her own reflection. Tiny crystals of sparkling water came rushing out of her eyes and dropped harmlessly onto the floor, thumping gently down on the cold unforgiving floor. Footsteps interrupted the woman's sobs and she looked up at the intruder; knowing exactly who it was.

He looked down at her, confused and angry. How dare she just run off? Doesn't she know anything about respect? Wasn't she afraid of losing her job? It was a universally known fact that however crossed paths with Sabaku no Gaara has their fate sealed. He eyed her quickly noticing her tear stricken face and the small amount of blood that oozed its way off her fingers and palms. The crimson liquid mixing with the crystal buds of tears staining the floor. Still, she didn't quieten down her sobs and he smirked slightly. Sakura is Sakura. Always has been and always will be. She wouldn't give a damn if she was crying in public or in front of the man that practically owned the whole industry in Electronics. She never gave him the pleasure of control, she never given in to his attitude towards her and kept her chin high up. Even if she was in pain Gaara could bet his mini fortune that she wouldn't give in to the pain and show it directly on her face. The girl had way too much pride to keep and he had secretly acknowledged it as a good point in her, even if she did annoy him with it.

Silence remained with the two as they both just stood there, the soft sobs quieten down and the shower of tears was heard once every few seconds. He just looked at her. His eyes not rimmed with disgust or pity but just a blank look. Her eyes shifted to the clock on the wall and she sniffed.

"Are you happy now? You had your payback. That's all you ever wanted isn't it Sabaku no Gaara? You wanted to see me sad. You wanted to see me broken down like this. Now you're happy. You must be having a right laugh inside. Me, all blooded up and bashed-"

He cut her off with a quick grab of her hand and pulled her off the floor, his eyes never betraying a single emotion as he swung her over his shoulders like a bag of old potatoes and ignored her kicking feet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Gaara? Let me down this instant!" She shouted and screamed as they continued down the hallway. It was still early and her shouts echoed through the empty hallways as he continued to carry her off to his office.

"Shut up woman, you're giving me a damn headache" He rubbed his left temple with his left hand and sighed heavily. This woman was damn giving him a field day and her constant screaming was driving him around the U-bend. He was almost about to use extreme measures and her voiced cried out behind his back:

"Let me down you jerk! Its damn weird having my ass that close to your face so put me down before I-" She was cut off yet again by a slight shuffle and she pounded her small fists onto his back demanding her freedom from this weird position.

The red head fumed as he heard her orders and as she drabbled on with her demands he absently sent his right hand off to whack the back of his right shoulder as if he was hitting a fly and his eyes widened as he hit...

Her ass.

Her drabbling stopped at that split second and instantly he dropped her off his shoulder and backed away. Her face was a terrible shade of red and he felt slight tinge of heat beginning to appear on his own face as he looked at his right hand and immediately shoved it behind his back. He had half heartedly wanted to apologies at that moment but his pride demanded that if he did that she would never let him live in peace. He forced his face to cool down and watched as Sakura moved her own hands towards her bottom, as if shielding it from him. The first words that she said had completely blown him off his feet:

"Sabaku no Gaara you pervert! You arsehole! Molesting me! I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment!" Her laughter rang through the whole hallway as she edged away from him. She was in fits of giggles as she looked at his shocked face. She had just called Sabaku no Gaara a pervert, the human iceberg known to have no emotions and a thick wall of ice surrounding him to ward off all emotions that may tackle him. His face was a peachy shade of pink and his eyes as wide as saucepans as he replayed her words in his mind.

She had just called him a pervert.

She accused him of sexual harassment.

She was laughing like a lunatic on chocolate.

He had felt a tinge of relieve as he heard her laughter, whatever that happened to her seem to be forgotten during this incident and he was mildly tempted to sigh out loud. He just kept telling himself that he only did this to make her more interesting but inside he really wanted to believe that he has finally found a friend and he had somehow been able to share a trace of emotion.

The emotion called Love.

"Gaara-kun... I didn't know you were so skilled at first aid... Your choice of how to wrap someone's injured hand is brilliant!" The injured woman said with full blasts of sarcasm in that one sentence.

The bandaging of her injured hands was bad. Though bad was an understatement; half the bandage was in the same place, creating a knuckle-duster effect over her injury and was raised up to 2 inches worth of bandages in the same place. He continued to wrap her hands without a word as time ticked by he stayed silent while she drabbled on about how crappy the bandages looked.

"Did you go to medical school? You must have gotten an A plus for your bandage work! I loved the way you wrapped it around like you were mummifying my hand-" She was cut off by his quiet almost silent remark:

"Looks like Ms Haruno Sarcastic Good for nothing Sakura is back..." He smirked and shot her a glance before packing the first aid kit away and walking towards the door. He shot her one last glance before looking outwards through the doorway and answered her question:

"By the way, just so you know. I did do a course in First Aid. I didn't get A plus for my work... but I got A plus for effort." He smirked and walked out, leaving the woman on her own. He never saw the slight raise of her lips and genuine look in her eyes as he strolled out of the room and into his own office.

"Sabaku no Gaara... You're not half as bad as they make you out to be-" She cut herself off quickly as she looked around the room with a quick turn of her head. What on Earth possessed her to just say that? He's her boss and its his job to take care of her if she gets an injury and he's around.

Right?

Wrong.

He never needed to fix her up like that. He never even needed to spare her a glance even if she got ran over by a truck. He didn't need to try and bandage her up when her hands were scratched. If he never needed to; why did he do it? She isn't anything at all to him. Was it out of pity?

She shook her head, even if she had only known him for a few weeks at the very most she could probably bet her life savings that Sabaku no Gaara doesn't have pity or sympathy even if you forced it on him along with a 10 ton weight. He was just a talking, walking iceberg. He can't feel anything. Even if he wanted to.

Then why did he do that?

She glanced around again; half convinced that he was just around the corner having a good old laugh at her while she talked to her own self. Her sanity was really an issue she needed to sort out and she could bet that it has something to do with the red head. Something about him just drives her around the bend, more than she used to be. Each beating of her heart seemed so soft all of a sudden, he had this kind of effect on her; it was as if she was drowning, but in a good way. Everything that ever held her down seemed to flow away, all her memories, all her fears and all her insecurities. He had a way around her defences, a way to break through each and every brick of her wall; leaving her vulnerable, exposed and weak. A mask always found its way to her face, a smile here, a smile there, just to keep up appearances.

Nobody would ever notice.

Someone that looked so alive; to be dead inside.

The morning sun rose gently from its place in the east and slowly graced the Earth with its heat and pierced the dark shadows as it took its place in the sky, a ray came from the small window in the room and rebounded it at the pink haired woman. The woman winced as the ray hit her eyes and she glared at the mirror.

Then it hit her.

Her gaze softened at her reflection at the dawn glowing mirror.

Though the mask was still there, the small crack at the very top of the mask was unmistakable.

She would never forget him, for all he did to her but one thing was for certain:

The mask he had once forced her to put on...

Was finally weakening.

(A/N: Heya guys! I'm kinda back! I'm still so busy and stuff but I'm doing the best I can to update and crap! Thank you so much to people that have put me on favorites and alerts! I'm thinking of starting one of my plots soon! So keep your eyes open!

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