Okay sorry about not writting sooner but the original author stopped writting. So hi I'm Sara. The girl the stories about. I will continued because I'm sure there are other people out there that were sad that Youko stopped writting this story.
Disclaimer: I Do not own anything associated with Naruto. No matter how much I want to.
Chapter 7
Sara's POV
I stared down at my plate of untouched food. Gaara sat across from me, quiet like usual. 'Our diners are always quiet. He never talks to me.' He stood up and washed his dishes in the sink. I hardly noticed as I sat staring at my plate. "I'm going out for a walk." he was already halfway out the door. I nodded and he closed the door behind him. I sighed. I got up and scraped off my food into the garbage can. I then washed all the other dishes and cleaned the kitchen until it was spotless. I looked at the ceiling. "How can I ever begin to be his friend if he never talks to me? Never lets me know how to help him…I want to give him my love but it's like he's afraid to open up to me." I sighed again. The kitchen was clean and I looked around for something else to do.
Gaara's POV
I turned away from the closed door and walked into the cool night. I hated this feeling. She makes me feel weird. 'She makes me so frustrated. I hate her so much. So why can't I kill her? I have to get rid of her.' I paused. '… I came out here to get away from her and all I'm doing is thinking about her! Why can't I kill her like all the rest?! What's so different about her? Why did I stop killing everyone when she begged me to stop? Why did I let her follow me home and keep her there?' A pause. 'Why does she not run in fear of me?' Why?…Why?…Sara's POV
I stood up from the table and returned to my room. I took Gaara's dear teddy bear out of his hiding place and sat down on my bed. I gave it a hug knowing this was the only part of Gaara that was sweet and innocent. I winced remembering at how mad he was at me for taking it. "I guess I should return you back to Gaara now." I smiled. "I wish you could talk so you could tell me more about Gaara. You had to be there for all his hard times when no one else was there to comfort him. I wish I could have been there for him, and now it may be too late. But I won't give up, I'll keep trying even if it kill's me I'll try." I gave teddy another tight hug. Then I got off the bed and walked to Gaara's room. I placed teddy on his pillow and sat on the edge of Gaara's bed. 'This room has been deemed off-limits to me, I wonder if he'll get mad at me.' I looked around. 'The walls are so bare with no pictures or nick-knacks. A dresser, a mirror, his bed, and the closet. Organized, neat, clean. Nothing more this room can tell me about him. He really is a mystery. Guess I should leave before he catches me in here and he gets really mad.' I stood up and took one last look at the teddy bear lying there. Crash Glass shards pierced my back. I yelled more in surprised and in pain. I turned to see three ninja. "Who the hell are you?!?! And what are you doing breaking into Gaara's house?" One ninja stepped forward, obviously their leader. "We came for you sweetheart. Will you please come with us?" I delivered a satisfying kick to his stomach causing him to fly back into the dresser. It broke on impact. "No thanks I'm good." The other ninjas each grabbed an arm. They tried to twist them behind my back but I was too strong. I brought my arms together and whacked their heads together. They loosened their grip and I ripped away. I backed away fast. "Damn… It had to be the night of the new moon. Gaara any time you want to come in is good." I glanced at the door as the three ninjas as they closed on me. 'Maybe if I get into a crowd, into public, I can escape…' I darted for the door. One ninja grabbed me and grazed my side with a kini-knife. He tried to pin me to the ground as I kicked him away and tried to get up. I flinched from the pain in my side. The other two ninjas tackled me to the ground. "Gaara!! Gaara!! Please help me. I need you!" "Shut up bitch!" A hard object came down on my temple. "Gaara…I'm sorry." Were the last words I whispered before I blacked out.