Chapter eight: Gaara turns arsonist.
Gaara had had enough of Matsuri. She was now, at the moment, sitting stubbornly on her bed, refusing to move, also threatening to scream if he tried anything.
He now knew for a fact, three things. One, this chick was crazy, two, Sasori had to be having a better time than him, and three, this chick had a serious death wish- despite her denials.
"Get up," Gaara rebuked her.
She shook her head and eased herself into a relaxation position. "Nope, but have fun trying to move me."
He glared her down- making Matsuri want to melt into a puddle. Maybe irritating him wasn't the best way to go after all. She bit her lips, and hung her head up high, letting him know that she was not backing down.
"Get up," he growled this time, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "Get up and walk out that door before I get you out of this house the hard way."
She knew something was wrong, but pushed that thought away. "Do your worst," she taunted.
Gaara smirked, turned, and disappeared from the room for a moment. She heard the faint sound of a click she didn't recognize.
She got off her bed and was about to go out of the room to see what he was doing, but he swept through the door instead, blocking her path. But that's not what surprised her.
He was leaning up against her door-frame with a lighter in one hand and a piece of fabric in the other. He stared her straight in the eye, then lit the fabric on fire, and tossed it onto the floor- which was carpeted.
It immediately caught fire. Her eyes went wide. He raised an eyebrow and moved a bit to make an opening for her to get through in the door-frame. He pointed at the opening.
"Out," was all he said in that cold voice of his.
Matsuri didn't move- she couldn't. Did he just do that?!
He sighed, stepped through the fire, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her around it. Gaara released his grip.
"Move."
This time, Matsuri didn't need to be told twice. She moved from the house, fire consuming her bedroom as she ran.
"What the heck is wrong with you?!" she found herself screaming at him.
Gaara was a mere few feet away from her. They both stood, watching the fire devour her entire house along with everything she owned.
Gaara said nothing. Instead he gestured for her to follow him. He walked a few steps before realizing she wasn't following.
He sighed, pulling his lighter out of his pocket again. He raised an eyebrow at her, threatening to burn their surroundings.
Her eyes widened. She'd seen him in action once and once was enough for her to do as he said. She followed him meekly, a mere shadow of a fighter.