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11:00

Even if it was 10:00 at night, I ran to Gaara's, I hadn't even been inside my own home yet, and I wanted to visit his, even though I was soaked through in the heavy rain, I found him walking to my house, he'd remembered to come (and brought an umbrella, which I ignored and ran into him)! I ran and hugged him, jumping into his arms and burying my face in my personal Comfort-On-Legs, and I didn't plan on letting go, if not for the fact he was having trouble breathing.

It was freezing and the umbrella was blowing away and we were soaked, our hair sticking to our faces, I smile brightly at him.

"God, if I ever wanna go on a Holiday From Hell again, shoot me." I say, breathing in the smell of Gaara, and still refusing to let go of my bone-breaking hold on him. "I'm serious, KILL ME!" Gaara smiled the familiar equivalent of laughing-out-loud. "I've missed your laugh." I say, hugging him again.

He frowned. "I didn't laugh."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't-" I cut him off.

"You did, in my world anyway, let's just leave it at that."

He shrugs. And when he finally pries me off him. "It's cold, let's get the umbrella." He says, and we run after it for a while before we huddle under it.

He walks me to my house and then after heaps of promises that he'd meet me for last minute home-work catching-up stuff tomorrow, I went to bed.

So tired, so glad to be back, I'm covered in cat-hair already. And cat's. They like sleeping in my bed in winter, especially since it's started to rain now.

Damn it's good to be home.

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Sunday 6/5/15

Gaara and I are sitting on the couch doing our History Assignment. Funfunfun!

"Ok, so, after the Sand fell to Konoha's mighty-ness, em, what was after that?" I pause. "Oh, yes, a lonely little red-haired kid came crawling back to the amazingly amazing Princess Sorano, and begged for forgiveness. She of course, in all her amazing graciousness, accepted the apology on one condition: he did not kick her Royal guard-lions." I finish.

Gaara does the 'laugh-out-loud-smile'. "Yeah, real believable. I think you mean the Red-haired kid came back to Konoha to kick Sorano's ass for being full of herself." He reached over and crossed out 'royal guard-lions' and replaced it when 'mangy stray cats'.

I wave my hand dismissively. "That may factor in later." We both grin. "I'm so glad to be back, you know? I hated that Holiday From Hell."

The rain hit the roof loudly, it's really pouring down out there. "I can imagine." He says. "Hey, I know the answer to Q. 13, it's the Nine-tales."

"Really?" I ask "I thought that was Folk-lore."

"This assignment is on Folk-Lore." He says, sighing. "Encase you didn't notice."

"Shoosh." I reply, flicking through a text-book borrowed from the library. "OH! What about this Butt-Ugly Racoon? Man, I would hate to be the sucker with that thing in me." I say, looking in disgust at what was the artist's impression of the One-tailed Raccoon-Dog.

"It isn't that bad." Gaara said, looking over my shoulder at the picture.

"EW! It's DISGUSTING! I will have trouble sleeping at night until this book and all it's nasty pictures are OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I flick through to the next page and then gape. "You know, the unfortunate guy who carried the evil thing actually looks a lot like you."

"As if, my hair isn't that red."

"Yeah, and you aren't that buff!" I laugh. Gaara glares at me, and punches me on the shoulder.

"Your just sad coz I made a good call." I say sniffing and glaring.

"Hey, look at this, this one looks like Naruto!" He pointed to the picture of the so-called Nine-tailed Fox Demons holder, I take a closer look.

"Yeah, goofy hair and all!" I laugh. "Well, minus the weird headband and pointy knives."

"True, I guess it sorta looks like him, when his hair was a touch longer too."

"And with tanned skin."

"And with superhuman powers?" Gaara added dryly. I laugh.

We spend the rest of the afternoon pointing out random pictures of people in Folk-Lore that look like people in our school. "Hey, this pug-dog that's following the ninja looks a lot like Sakura." I point out, it stood next to a mask-wearing warrior. "Pakkun." I read. "Exiting name, I think it would much better suit the cherry-blossom we all know and, erm, love?"

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After returning books. I have, an, er, unexpected guest. Let me explain….

"Hey, reckon we should photo copy these and ask Naruto if he is secretly harbouring a vicious demon under his stomach?"

Gaara rolled his eyes, and made no reply, and we continued on with our 'study'. Eventually we needed to return the books to the library before it closes, and so we shove on rain-coats and make a desperate rush for the car.

"AAHH!! HEAVY RAIN!" I had the books kept safe underneath my shirt, so not to damage their awesome-ness.

We fumble with the keys until the car doors are open and we leap in, taking a sigh of relief and starting up the engine.

"I really need to get an Automatic, I HATE gearsticks." I say grumpily, making the gearstick move jaggedly back and forth until I hit second gear. "Ah-hah! Gotcha!" I finally make it out of the drive-way and into the puddle-soaked road.

We return the books (late, stupid traffic) to an angry librarian. She looked so stereotypical it wasn't funny, huge glasses n all. It was slightly, ok, MORE then slightly depressing. If I ever wanna become a librarian, shoot me.

I dropped Gaara off in the pouring rain (I made him run to the front door, I got a lovely gesture from him when he reached the dry porch) then drove home, I love driving in the rain.

I reached my house, and got in and had a long, hot shower. Mmm… shower….

And then the shocked came, infact, that 'shock' is sitting next to me now drinking hot Chocolate.

I stepped out of the shower and a knock came from the front door, I was surprised I heard it since the rain was so heavy.

I opened the door, my first thought was Gaara, maybe he got bored. But then it didn't really seem like Gaara would be bothered to walk through pouring rain at night to see the awesomely wonderful me for no particular reason…. 'Course, I was right, it wasn't Gaara. It was our special pink-haired friend.

She looked miserable, soaked through, cold, and a large bruise had formed on her right cheek-bone. I take a step back in surprise. "What? Sakura!?" I ask.

She nods, and sniffs. "I'm sorry, I had no where else to go."

A sudden surge of sympathy and pity for the girl sprang foreword, and I opened the door to her. "Well, now you do. Come in."

She came in, and instantly dripped on the carpet, I didn't care, my cat's have done worse, I push her towards the bathroom and shove her in. "Take a long, warm shower, I'll find some clothes." I say, she nods sadly and I go to my room.

"Eh, way to big." I say, looking at some of my older clothes, she is a stick-girl, it's hardly human, like none of my clothes will fit her… "Ah-hah!" I come across some PJ's and a pink singlet. "She should suit this at least."

I open the shower door and throw the clothes in quickly. "Those should fit." I call in, and set about making Hot chocolate, well, that brings me to where I am now.

It actually relieves me a bit, to know she's here and not with her Asshole father, it takes one weight off my shoulders in a way, and adds one to the other.

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9:00

I have come to a decision. We ate dinner together, and I made her tell me what happened.
"He told me to get out." She said simply. "So I did, and I walked here."

"In the rain!?" I say, shocked.

She nods. "Well, what else was I supposed to do?" she asks dully. "Just stick around?"

I sigh, and nod. "I know. Well, that settles it doesn't it?"

"What?"

"Tomorrow you go home, and you pack some stuff. Your living here."

"What!?"

"No, no, 'what!?', You're coming to live here. It's too dangerous with your so called family." I say firmly.

She is silent, thinking and stirring the soup I made. Suddenly, she starts to cry, long, shaky sobs that shake her whole body. Covering her face, she tries to hide it, I scoot my chair over and hug her, and she turns to cling to me and cries more then I thought anyone could ever cry. I don't ask questions, soon enough she'll stop.

I remember I cried too, when Mum stopped talked, at first it shook me to the core and made me so sick even thinking about it, but eventually you go numb. And you just don't care anymore. You stop crying, even though you thought you never would.

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