Hey again, hopefully when school starts, I won't be too effected when it comes to updating…umm…right about there ages, Gaara is maybe 167-17ish or so, and Sakura is 15-16ish…I hope that helps…so yeah, they're pretty young. Well, disclaimer and all, don't' own it, blah blah, here ya go then!

I Don't Know If I Can Say Those Words…

Gaara built up his Sand against the frame of the door as Sakura pasted around in her room angrily. He finished the job, turning around to face the angry woman. She looked at him back with a face as red as Gaara's kanji tattoo.

"I'm guessing you're as full of hate for them as I am." Gaara concluded.

"AHHH! GRR! Oh my god! How could they just do…and the…" She wandered away from any form of speech that would even become clear, due to the tears now strolling down her face. Gaara glared at the thought of her parents, he was angry, but nothing made him more frustrated then the sight before him. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. No words were said through either one's mouths. No more words…nothing to say…no way to say…

Bang. Bang…BANG! The door…or sand door was hit upon. Her father and mother standing on the other side furiously. Gaara looked to the one in his arms, as she looked over to the door, and then to him. He let her go and walked about to his sand.

He released the door of sand, her parents now stepping into her room, before Sakura could protest, Gaara gave her a look that told her he knew what he was doing. He then again turned to her parents, looking into the eyes of a stressed father.

"I don't' want you to see my daughter, I don't' see why you cannot accept that-"

"Why can't you accept it?" Gaara replied, not even bothering to answer a stupid question like that…or maybe it was for another reason…

"I don't' need to accept anything. My daughter is too young to be married, when she is older, she'll have someone much better than you, a petty crush." Gaara and Sakura glared, her mother seemed to keep quiet,

"Dad…I know what I'm doin-"

"NO YOU DO NOT!" Her father raised his voice at her. He sighed and slowed down a bit. "if yu knew what you were doing…then you'd know that you both are from completely different villages, you cannot move there, he cannot move here! Definitely not here, he's the KazeKage!"

"We know that, father...but it doesn't matter. You don't get it…Gaara-kun is…" Sakura said a tad bit above a whisper. "He's…the only person I really want…hwy would it be so bad to be distant? I would see him all the time, I've got legs, I'd do anything to see him…being a ninja…leaves many risks for us to take but…think about it…I'm Tsunade's apprentice, he's the KazeKage, for us to be together would be good…for the villages, and for us…" Sakura explained. Gaara just stared at her, his face blank of any emotion. " I love him too much, father..why won't you just let me…"

"And you love my daughter back? Gaara…a creature that loves nothing! I refuse to believe it until I hear him come to me and tell all himself." Gaara remained silent. He had no idea why he couldn't speak up." Sakura hadn't' expected him to reply to that, he had never even spoken the three words to her…

"I want him out this house until he gains my respect." Her father said, leaving the room with his wife tagging behind. Btu before Mrs. Haruno was out of sight, she turned back around and said so quietly, her husband wouldn't here her. "Sakura..don't get the wrong idea…Gaara-sama…it's just be better if you left for now…" He mother than walked off. Sakura loved her mother's kind heart, it was rarely ever shown, but after something major happened ion the family, it was either her kind heart that showed, or her dark, cold, cruel heart…so far tonight, she had experienced both sides.

"I'll go."

"No…stay with me…"

"I can't get you into trouble…I have to earn his respect…"

"Gaara-kun…please don't go…" Sakura tugged on his sleeve. He looked back towards her, stopped his movement as she leaned into him for a goodnight's kiss. Only an inch away did he disappear along with his sand, leaving the kunoichi's lips cold and lonely.

Sakura just stared at the area he had just been, now vacant with his lingering demeanor in her memory.

That night she cried herself to sleep.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Gaara sat on the roof of Naruto's apartment. He looked at the wading moon sadly. GFor once, showing his emotion, he was vulnerable. He left Sakura in such a cold way…making him feel confused. He was contradicting in his head what to do. He knew how he felt towards her but…he couldn't' say it… he wasn't sure why he couldn't' either…was he still unsure?

No.

Then why was it so hard…would he suddenly become weak…? Words are only words…it's when you admit that you believe in the words…

That they become something.

Right?

"Hey Gaara!" Naruto climbed up beside him as Gaara's thoughts were recessed.

"I can't tell her."

"HUH? Tell who…?" Naruto asked as he scratched his head in thought. Gaara glanced at him, giving him the "who else could I be talking about!" look. Naruto's mouth widened.

"oooooooooooh…You can't tell Sakura-chan…uh…something."

"Yes."

"So…why can't you?" He said, picking his left ears with his pinky. Gaara just turned away, disgusted at the thought of what could be inside his ears.

"I don't know,"

"Well, when I wanted to tell someone something, I'd let them know ASAP! I mean, I don't' have anything to hide! I'm not lying…"

"Thank you." Gaara said. Kinda odd that he thanked Naruto though…but anyways, Gaara stood up and leaned a bit to jump off, not feeling like using his sand.

"Hey GAARA! How bought we have a sleep over!"

"…?" Gaara turned back confused, if he had an eyebrow, it would be slightly lifted and creased in question.

"You've never had a sleepover…?"

"…"

"Then come on! We chat and eat and drink all night! And yeah, eat ramen! And spar!" Naruto listed on and on, Gaara stopped listening after a while.

"Fine."

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Gaara stared at the container, the carton. The liquid that seemed to be spoiled in a way that only Naruto could make it.

"You can't keep milk for two months…This is spoiled." Gaara told the blonde as he kept gulping down the milk. Gaara just watched.

"It tastes okay to me! Are you eating your ramen!"

"Yes." Gaara said glaring at the noodles.

"What's wrong!" Naruto asked.

"it's pink."

"what's pink?'

"This ramen. It's gone bad."

"so you arent' eating it?"

"no."

"Well, it's not bad, I just decided to pick the ramen that comes with died broth…it's more fun that way! Believe it!"

"…" Gaara just glared at the food in front of him.

"…" Naruto just stared at the man staring at his food.

"OHH! It's pink so it reminds you of Sakura!" Naruto finely figured it out.

"Do you usually get pink." Gaara asked in kinda of a commanding way.

"Yeah! I love the pink on! It reminds me of Sakura! And I also like the grey one! It reminds me of Hinata-chan! I can't wait to ask her!" Naruto chimed.

"what."

"If she'll marry me when we're older!"

"Why not now?"

"Well..Neji is kinda…creepy so I wanna wait…and besides, I don't' have to rush! I know I love her! And she loves me too!"

So maybe that was the answer.

Why would Gaara need to marry now?

Maybe cause he's impatient?

Or maybe he's just…

Afraid.

"Fear…"Gaara said, still glaring at his now cold ramen.

"huh?" Naruto looked up from his thirteenth bowl.

"Fear. I'm still…afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

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Yeah, this is a lot shorter then the previous chappie because I think that it should be…and I don't want to move on just yet…poor Gaara! He can't tell her he loves her! AWW! Naruto is such a good friend! If you think that Naruto inviting Gaara over for a sleepover is odd...well...i hope you dont' feel that way, lol. Well, please review, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!