Welcome to the second chapter of Lolita & Yanki: CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU!
I am sorry for the extremely late update, also to those who have read my other story All Guy Konoha High, I will try to update very soon, I lost the disk it was on, and I cannot find it.
Anyways, thank you reviews for…reviewing this story. I'm very happy you liked it, and please contact me if you have any questions about Lolita, Yanki, or anything. Also, in the story when these appear (&) it is still Sakura speaking, unless it says (A.N.-) which then that is me mentioning something, other then that the character is talking!"
So without further wait, let us begin!!!
OH- And notice how long this chapter is!! See how much I love you all!!
Chapter Two: So let's Meet!!!
/Sak. Pov./
How could this of happened? I left him. Yet, here he was, right in front of my face. Not to mention the arms around me…male arms??!! I quickly jumped away, completely shocked and terrified as to whom was behind me.
"Y-You?! A-And?!!"
He smirked!! That darn Yanki was smirking yet again at me! In all my days, never have I seen such rudeness. Not to mention what bugged me the most was he was holding my dear fluffy pink teddy 'Precious' by its arm. It looked by the way he was holding it, that the bears body would unstitch or unattached itself from its arm any moment. (A.N- the bear was what she saw at the beginning, haha).
He chuckled as he saw my shocked features turn angry. "You dropped this in the stairway."
I looked at Precious then the Yanki then- er, let's just say that three times in our minds, and continue with our lives, Okays! In a sudden rush, I snatched my teddy out of his hands and backed away, glaring at him.
"I would never forget my dear Precious!"
'Precious?'
"You must have stolen her from me! You no good thief!" I hugged her protectively turning my body as if I had just been assaulted. "Thief! Thief!!"
"Hey! I didn't steal your damn bear! You dropped it and I was just retuning it to you!"
"Then why did you hug me," I said with an annoyed and slightly disgusted face. "I'm not a party girl you think you can get a one-night stand with!"
He seemed confused at my words, but then smiling, figuring out what I meant. He closed his eyes as the smile widened, "How else would I stop such a pretty girl?"
My face scrunched (yeah, I know, how un-lady like) as I stared at him, "Don't make fun of me!" With that, I stormed off continuing my journey home.
…Unfortunately, my perfect world is ruined (sigh), yet again.
He walked after me until he was by my side; hands in pockets casually, "Okay, I lied." When I didn't respond, he continued. "You were right, I did take your 'Precious' out of your bag."
"I knew it," I mumbled as I pretended to ignore him.
He smiled again at my words. So he can hear well eh? I'll remember that (-er…why do I want to remember that? He's not important to me!! No one is at this dumb school!!).
"The reason I did it…was so I could talk to you again."
My steps seemed to halt, however I shook it off and continued walking; him following close besides me. We passed the school gates and started on the sidewalk.
"I didn't think someone like you would skip," he stated plain and simple like it was the most common thing in the world.
"Of course I'm not skipping! I am merely letting the others students catch up to my intelligence level while I wait at home with patience."
"So…you're skipping?"
(Stop trying to say I'm skipping!!)
I stopped and stared at him. Was there no wining against such ignorance? Sighing in aspiration, I turned around rapidly only to have him grab my school bag from me. I turned towards him, "Hey! Now you're taking my bag?! You're already talking with me, what more could you possibly want from me you…you stalker?!!"
He looked away bored, a nonchalant expression on his face, "I was only helping you with your bags. I figured a girl like you isn't cut out for carrying heavy things." He then took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and started to smoke.
I felt my mouth make an 'O' shaped and that little goldfish would surround me and want to play (…don't ask. I just compared myself to a school of fish). He shoved the bag past his shoulder and continued walking, while exhaling a mouth full of smoke. For some reason I watched him, the way he walked. It was very sophisticated; he didn't slouch or walk crooked, he didn't shuffle or scuff his feet. Just…proper. Very elegant. (To be truthful, I was kinda jealous but shhhh, don't tell anyone!).
He stopped and turned around to look at me looking at him. He stared back, his face starting at a surprise frown, to a simple smile, to a perverted smile. He threw the cigarette at the ground, shuffled through his pant pocket, and pulled out what I guessed to be his cell phone. I gave a questioning look as he flipped the cover pressed a few buttons then a 'click' noise emerged from it.
I took a step back surprised, "W-What did you just do?!" My voice was shaky as I brought Precious close to my face, as a shield.
"I took your picture," he continued to press a few more buttons.
"W-Why," I raised my voice. Oh great, I'm gonna be shot by a Yakuza gang member just because my pictures on some guys phone (yeah, it all made sense in my head). My eyes were crying on the inside while all I could think is, 'I'm too young to die!'
'CLICK'
Not again! "What was that one for?!"
"The first one had a shine on it from the sun." He moved his phone around in different directions. I watched as he aimed the phone towards the sky, down towards the ground, towards a tree, and back at me. "Damn, no signal. My phone keeps locking up!" He looked away dementedly continuing his words, "I'll have to have a little talk with the phone company later…"
…What kind of 'talk'?! That doesn't sound good!! Wait- again I'm getting off subject. My goal is to get home without this thug following me. Therefore,…I have to lose him!! I watched as he continued to press the phone buttons towards me.
How am I going to lose him? Especially since, he has my bag. If it was just school stuff that wouldn't matter, but my money is in there, not to mention…my heart…
"Look obviously you're busy-"
"I'm busy?" (A.N: Note the question mark!)
"So why don't I just take my bag back and I'll be on my way," I smiled falsely as I reached my hand out for him to put the bag on.
He just stared at the hand. "It's okay, I'm not busy. I don't mind."
Darn, "I insist!"
"It's okay."
"But, I don't want to be a burden."
"Your not."
You are!! "The bags not heavy, I can handle it!"
"Don't worry about it."
"But you must have things to do-"
"You're not getting away from me so stop trying."
Erk, so he is smarter then the average moron. Curse you educational school system!! Intelligent idiots are never good. I opened my mouth to remark to his words however, he gave me a certain look that to me said 'Might as well stop trying. I'm never gonna leave…' I looked away and continued my steps past him.
"So where are we going?"
We? Since when was he invited (since he doesn't seem content with leaving). Alright, Plan #2 for getting rid of him. I looked up ahead to a police station close by. Smirking on the inside, I started with the act.
Scene 2: Act 1
"Oh my gosh, is that a police station?" I put my hands on my cheeks excitingly, "I've never been in one! Lets go see if we can get a tour through it!!"
Heh, heh (evil inside smirk). If he's such a bad boy and troublemaker like everyone at school makes him out to be, he won't dare step a foot in that place. To many cops, he'd probably be arrested. Genius, Genius!
"No, they usually don't give tours. However, my family has good 'connections' with the police.
-WHAT?! He actually pays the police off!! What kind of city is this? He might be able to get away with murder! Someone help little me!!
"So if you want I can get them to show-"
"-Never mind," I mumbled quickening my steps.
(A.N: Little did she know that Gaara knew what she was trying to do. He smirked, like Hell he would leave this fun time.)
Scene 2: Act 2
This plan for sure would work! After all, Yanki cared about their terrifying appearances! I decided for my next plan that I would need a comfortable setting for me (and Not him!). We walked past a small teashop designed to be like a small castle. I walked in and sat down, a little surprised that he followed. Little matter through, this was the first step of my plan!!
After a few minutes our orders came. I of course got strawberry cheesecake (to makeup for the one that jerk destroyed!). He, to my surprise again, ordered strawberry cake sided with chocolate ice cream and a small hollow white chocolate panda bear in the middle of the cake. On the head was a small candy crown. (Umm, yeah this is the part where I get distracted by the cute little panda).
'It's so cute! Look at that little blue crown!!' I gasped on the inside as I continued, 'I wonder if it has a pink crown too!!'
Still deep in my cute thoughts though not obsessively in them, I noticed the Yanki shrug his shoulders at the cuteness, grab the panda, and bite its head off.
I quietly shrieked at the attack on the poor animal. He tilted his head looking at me weirdly as he chewed the panda slowly. When he finished his chewing he smiled, "Its good…aren't you going to eat?"
My hand was clutched dramatically where my heart was. "I-I don't know..." 'That poor Panda!'
He smiled again grabbing his fork and took a bite of the cake. "I've never had such sweet things before! I can't get enough!" He then ordered a vanilla cream parfait. It had a sugar cookie placed on the right and two chocolate pocky sticks placed to the left. Chocolate sprinkles were placed in the middle.
My eyes could only watch in amazement. Even I, the lover of all things sweet, was surprised at how much he loved his newfound delight. Had he really never had sweets? And if so how come, why? What kind of parents would deprive their child of a natural experience when growing up? (Whoa, who am I to talk about such things?! Good parents by which I mean). One thing was for sure, he has a MAJOR Sweet tooth...
He engulfed the cream licking the pocky sticks of the remaining flavors. I looked down at my half-eaten cheesecake. Compared to me...
He chewed the sticks and proceeded to order a strawberry-kiwi milkshake.
...he was a pro!
As I was about to take another bite of cheesecake, he spoke. "I think out of all the flavors I've tasted here (you're tasted only 4!) Strawberry is my favorite." His eyes looked straight into mine. I could only gasp at them; they were a lighter shade of my emerald ones. When I looked closer into them, it was weird, they felt so 'real' as if they knew my emotions, how I felt and could read my very thoughts.
Something inside of me was overwhelmed at such attention. That same blush I had felt earlier had found its way; yet again on my cheeks. I lifted my fork towards him, "Here try this."
Without hesitation, he put his lips to the fork and ate the small piece of food I offered. A smile quickly rose to his cheeks as his eyes glimmered with amazement. "It's the best thing I've ever tasted! What's it called?" His voice carried a hint of desperation to know the answer as he leaned forward, towards me.
"It's…um, called strawberry cheesecake. It's my favorite thing in the world to eat."
He nodded his head, and began eating his own food once again. I giggled at how he ate his food as if it would never be as good as the cheesecake. With a quite sigh, I offered him the rest of mine, which he took all too happily to receive. To bad he started eating…he missed a chance to see me smiling at him…
Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z Z.Z -(Soo, tired of him...maybe not)
Moments later, we (more like he) had finished eating and were at the register to pay. I pulled out money from my purse to pay, however he cut in front, his wallet out and a credit card in hand. "I'll pay."
I shook my head, "That wouldn't be proper. I don't even know your name."
"Really?" He seemed quite shocked and surprised at my work. "I guess I never really did introduce myself." He grabbed my hand kissing it as he bowed. "My name is Gaara. Nice to meet you lady Sakura." (The lady at the counter blushed at us, as an 'awww' escaped her lips).
Gaara? Hmm, where have I heard that name before? I wonder, yet his face doesn't come to mind. Maybe I subconsciously heard it at school and it was stuck in my head. (Okay let's step away from his name, and click back to what he's doing now!)
His manners are extraordinary! Much better then those common Yanki. He has an elegance around him. Sure, he didn't dress in aristocratic clothing and maybe ha had wild red (spiky) hair that was a little messy, but the way he carried himself was so…perfect…
As he paid for the bill, all I could think about was him. That I could no longer refer to him as 'Yanki', 'thug', or even 'moron', but by his name. Gaara….wait a minute, what is his last name? Oh never mind, it doesn't really matter…I guess.
As we walked outside, I noticed a white box in his hands. "What's that?" I pointed towards it curiously.
He looked at it and smiled, "Cheesecake! Want some?"
I tilted my head amazed, "but we just ate. How can you still be hungry?"
He sighed scratching the back of his head, "I know, but I can't get the taste out of my mouth. It was so good!
However, I don't know anything about comedy. Moreover, I don't really know what's funny or not. His words seemed to tickle me, causing me to break out laughing and giggling. I tried to hold it in but couldn't help it. I grabbed my sides as another storm of laughter escaped my lips.
Gaara seemed a bit confused at my sudden outburst, but he just smiled and continued walking placing a hand on my head as he past me.
V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V V-V -(Who cares?)
"So this is where you live?"
"Yeah."
"It's nice."
"I guess. We just moved here so there are still rooms which need unpacking."
He looked around the large living room. I simply sat on the couch drinking milk tea. Yeah, I completely forgot about my mission of getting away from him. (Elegant or not- he is still a Yanki, with bad connections!) It was his fault I forgot! He knew I was trying to run away, that's why he bought that cheesecake!!!
(Announcer Voice during this brief moment) Let's go back 10 minutes ago (WARNING DRAMATIZATION!!! SOME PARTS ARE LIES (mostly what Sakura says and does.)
Moments away from her house, Sakura realized she had forgotten her plan of losing the tough Yanki! In mere seconds, she thought of a new plan of escaping him so that he couldn't follow her and find out where she lived.
Sakura winks at the camera, "Brilliant aren't I?"
Bag in hand, she walked faster trying to avoid eye contact with him. Gaara being the master keeper-upper that he is, copied the pace landing him next to her again.
Knowing her plan didn't work she turned halting him with her hands. "No! You mustn't! The guards will stop and take away your lunch money for they haven't eaten in days!!" She placed her hand on her forehead sighing dramatically.
Guards-"So….hungry!!" (Zombie like guards)
"So you see, you must stay here! I worry about your health, you must eat lunch!" She turned away smiling so he did not see, and started skipping away….WHEN SUDDENLY…Gaara grabbed her shoulder and stopped her.
"It's okay, If they're hungry I'll give them some cheesecake."
"They don't like cheesecake!"
Guards- "We…don't like cheesecake!" (Still Zombie like guards)
"Then they'll eat dirt."
Okay at this moment reviewers, poor Sakura has no idea of that expression (Sakura, "Why would they want to eat dirt?") What Gaara is trying to say, in a lesser way of confusing Sakura "If they come near me, I'll smash their face in the ground.'
End of dramatization flashback!! DA-DUM!!)
At this rate, I won't be able to visit downtown to my perfect boutique to buy my cute clothing. I can't exactly leave him in my house! Maybe if I lied and said I was sick, he'd leave.
No, that wouldn't work, he could probably tell. This isn't fair!! I didn't ask him to follow me home! What is he? A lost little puppy, even they wouldn't follow a complete stranger home (…or would they?)
"Oi."
I looked up to Gaara who was now standing in front of me.
"What are you doing later?"
Will…if you could kindly leave, then I will gladly go downtown to my lovely shopping stores.
"I have some business downtown, but that's not till later tonight, so I was wondering it you would go with me just to hangout."
"Why would I want to 'hangout'," I asked taking a sip of my tea.
"Just for fun. To look around, shop, eat. I'll buy you whatever you want."
If I were a cat, my ears would have perked at the sound of him saying those words. Sure, his family was probably rich and could afford such high prices of my dresses, however was my judgment of him clouding my options. It would be wonderful to go to my favorite boutique and shop madly without paying a thing, but what if my friends saw us together.
What if they were also shopping and I just so happen to step into the same shop with a Yanki by my side. Would they think I've changed or moved on?
No, they were my true friends. They stuck by me through everything. Besides, he is a gentleman and would treat them with the same respect he treated me (maybe not the stalking part!)
So, what was I really worried about? Some how in the back of my mind I knew the answer. It wasn't that I was worried what my friends would think or say, but more lie what he would do. Probably nothing vicious or devious (like punching Gaara or beating him up); though maybe he would…nope, but most likely he would jump to outrageous conclusions.
What did I care, he didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was my future, which he isn't in! And if he wasn't in it and my clothing was, then that means my clothing mattered more. So therefore, I must go for more clothing!!
-But wait…morals again.
"Why would I let you but me things? I have money, I can buy my own clothing."
He cocked his head to the side and smiled whispering, "You are different from other girls."
"I very well may be."
He sighed sitting down opposite of me and drank his hot tea in one gulp. How could he drink something boiling hot that quickly?! Didn't it burn his throat? My lord, this man isn't human!
"Fine, how much money do you have?"
O gave him a glare then proceeded, "300."
"And how many…dresses will that buy?"
"Two," I replied very happily. I'd even have enough for a hat or head dress.
"Alright, so what if I buy you…let's say, 10 dresses." He held up ten fingers and smirked.
My eyes could only widen and my mouth to gasp ( I guess that's what he smirked at). The most I had ever bought at a time was three, but that left me with little money and no accessories to buy. My parents may be rich, but that didn't mean I was. I only get an allowance once a week, which is about 300. I have to pay for everything myself; including my phone bill, dry cleaning, and train & subway rides.
After about two weeks of buying and paying for all this, I'd be left with around 100. I was very limited to what I could and couldn't buy from the boutique with such a low budget. To get the amount I had now, I had to save for a long time.
"So how about it?"
And before I knew it…"…yes!"
His eyes widened as a huge smile formed on his features. Was he really a Yanki? When I look at him like this and see those innocent expressions, I wonder. "You really will?! Good we can leave immediately!"
"Um, sure. Let me just go to my room and change quickly!"
I quickly stood up and rushed to my room leaving him curious in the living room. A few seconds later, I opened my room door and quickly ran to the closet. My cheeks felt warm and nervous, so I decided a change of scenery might help to calm me. Looking into the wall mirror, I saw my face was bright red. (So I am blushing!)
I sighed as I looked into the closet, "I guess I should change too…"
After a few minutes of looking at my clothes, I decided for my first visit back home I should wear the dress my friend had gotten me as a farewell gift. The dress was completely black with smooth black lace everywhere. (The lace was the main feature on this gorgeous dress. It is elegant and very expensive to buy, not to mention rare to find. The material made it look somewhat ancient but in a good way.) My shoes and headdress were also extremely laced. (Overall, with my bubblegum hair the outfit looked beautiful).
After all my preparations were done, I slowly walked downstairs trying to take my steps carefully. Who knows if he'll jump out again and make us both trip. (Not in this outfit!!)
"Humph, me clumsy," I mumbled thinking about the previous moment. As I went to turn the knob to the door, a loud voice hit my ears and I stopped. Taking a breath, I quietly peaked inside the room, opening the door just a bit.
Gaara was yelling into his phone as he paced back and forth in the room. "Yeah, I'll take care of him later. No, it won't be hard...I'll just use a knife."
'A knife?!' What is he talking about?! Just as I was calming down about him being a Yanki he starts to talk as if he's going to assassinate some one! Is that what he's going to do later?! Oh No!! What if I'm there when he does it?! Will I be part of the crime?!
I was too freaked out to realize that the door I was standing against opened. I shrieked as I fell backwards, landing on the ground hard. My eyes opened to a laughing Gaara standing over my head (at least this time he's not on me).
"See, you are clumsy."
No I'm not!!!
...-(So confused, only dots)
/Gaara Pov./
Around an hour (?) later, we had finally reached the district where all her shops were. We walked down the street Sakura leading the way as people started at the two of us. What?! Haven't they seen people before?! I barely looked at any of the outside shops, my eyes were trying not to glare at every other person who would stare at us (though, I did verbally growl at a few…).
Sakura told me that this district contained many lolita and fashion shops. Therefore, it only made sense that other lolita would also pass us however, what didn't make sense to me was all the groups running up to Sakura almost parsing her! She seemed unaffected by these people, and even talked tot them like she knew them (though it was apparent that these were complete strangers to the both of us).
I watched as some asked for her photo while others asked for an autograph. Was she a famous actor or singer I had never heard about? No, the crowds would have commented something about a recent song or album. Damn! Curiosity is getting to me!!
Finally, my wish of knowing the true was answered when we passed a huge billboard. My eyes widened as my body came to a halt and started at the piece in front of me.
"What's wrong Gaara," Sakura asked as she walked towards my paused figure.
"Sakura…is that you by any chance?" I pointed at the billboard already knowing it was her.
A small smile appeared on her pink lips. "Yeah, I used to model for a boutique called 'Moonlight Gaze'. I guess you could say I was famous. Though, I quit."
"From all the people who came up to you, I say you're still pretty famous. How long ago did you quit?" The picture looked recent, it made me wonder if she had quit years ago.
"Three weeks ago…"
"WHAT?! Why did you quit?!"
I looked at her surprise turn into another small smile as she looked towards the ground. Her eyes focusing on nothingness. "Too many close connections."
I let a small 'Hn' escape my lips as I looked back towards the billboard. She was even prettier when she posed.
(A.N- This is what the billboard looks like. -In the image she was leaning against a mirror, her face turned towards the front. Her skirt was a black dress with thick white material strips flowing from her waist to the ground. On the white strips were Celtic crosses. Her shirt was he same material as the skirt. The sleeves were long and white kimono type sleeves. The sleeves reached down past her knees and carried the same cross. Her headdress matched the outfit, with the same cross. -End A.N.)
I could only blush as I gazed more at the picture. It wasn't that the picture was amazing, it was her smile. "Sakura," I softly said as I continued to look at the board.
"Yes Gaara?"
She looked at me and I turned towards her, both of us facing each other. By the look on her face, she must have been a little worried by my dazed features. I shook my head trying to get my head together. "You have a beautiful smile."
Her eyes widened then blinked a little surprised by my words. She then carved her lips into the same smile. "And you have kind smile. One that is not common on a yanki."
Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q Q.Q - (Dazed by each others smile)
(Sakura Pov./
We continued to walk down the street until we came to a boutique.
"Strawberry Passion? What kind of name for a store is that," Gaara asked staring at the pink strawberry shaped sign.
"A good one." I opening the door and walking in, I let the essence of sweetness enter my heart. I looked around trying to decide where to look at first. After a few minutes, I picked up a beautiful pink (yes, some of you may say I have enough pink…but I really don't…) skirt and white lace blouse with a matching pink necktie. I also bought three other dresses, all at Mr. -um- (what's his last name) Mr. Gaara's expense. (He offered. I'm just helping him to keep his word. His 'honor' wouldn't want him to be less of a man, now would it.)
I watched as Gaara paid the person at the counter. His face seemed unaffected at the cost and at what he would call a weird store. He probably shopped at so less expensive store or something much less classier from this (not trying to sound me, just stating a probably fact.)
After he paid, I thanked the store manager then left to find another place of happiness for me. When we got out side, Gaara stopped, grabbing his heart as his eye widened. "I thought I was gonna die! There were so much pink and girly things!"
I rolled my eyes as I continued past him. Boys are so dramatic, at least most are. Others are just difficult. (Sigh) Problem Children. I smirked as an idea formed in my head. His foots could be heard moving, so I knew he was close behind me. "You're going to be near that kind of scenery a lot of you follow me. I visit those stores almost everyday-ahhh!" I yelled as he grabbed my hand and started running in a random direction.
I stumbled a few times, but he continued to run not looking back. "Where are you dragging me," I shouted at him as I held my bag tighter, not wanting to lose anything.
He didn't answer as we turned one more corner and stopped suddenly. I slammed into him and like before, fell down (though this time the lucky jerk didn't fall, only me!).
I rubbed the wrist he grabbed and gave him an angry look. "Why did you run and drag me with you?! That hurt!"
He grabbed me lifting me off the ground and onto my feet. I brushed myself off and glared as hard as I could at him. "Now tell me-"
"As long as we're here, let's go inside."
I went to look up at the store sign but yet again, he grabbed me and pulled me into the store. (A.N. - The store has two different doors you have to go trough to enter the store. There a little more then five feet apart from each other). I snatched my hand away and took a step back. He turned around worried and confused. "What's wrong," he asked tilting his head like a lost puppy (which I'm starting to think he is…).
I started massaging my wrist. "Where," I looked up towards a large decretive sign placed on the inside of the store. My eyes widened as I looked left and right. "Oh…my…god…". I took a step back confusing him even more.
"Are you okay?" He asked taking a step closer. Before he had a chance to come any closer, I turned around to run out the door. (End Here……or not!)
Oddly enough, my feet halted me when the door opened itself. The bell hanging from the top gave off a small ring as my eyes fully focused on the figure opening the door. They widened with shock.
"I thought I saw a certain pink haired lolita walk in."
Yeah, it was him. I could feel a large knot in my throat and my heart beating rapidly. (Out of shock or excitement, I didn't know). I calmed myself as I stood up straight and held my bag tighter. "Hello Neji." I didn't realize it until now, but Gaara was standing directly behind me, my back almost touching his chest.
Neji was dressed in his normal clothing in our group's standards. He was Gothic Aristocrat. Today he wore tight black dress pants (proper, not baggy), a white long sleeve shirt that had ruffled cuffs (with a small ribbon collar tie), and his cane that had a proper medal handle shaped like a wolf's head. (A.N. - a close resemblance to this outfit would be Earl Cain's outfit from Godchild. Just search under google or something. I can send you the picture if you want.)
"What brings you to my lovely store? We're just about to close.: He turned and locked the door as he walked past us and fully into the store. "Please come in. The others are in the back."
"Others?! My friends!" I hurried past the two males into the store.
Before I moved, our group would come here and hangout in the backroom where we would drink tea, talk, and other things befitting our lifestyle and likes. As I ran off I left the other two alone, opening the door squeals and gasps could be heard.
/Normal Pov./
Neji chuckled as he watched Sakura run off her lacy dress swaying as she made sure not to knock anything over. It reminded him of before, when they all hung out after school each day. A small cough turned his attention back towards the other male, a frown appearing on both their faces.
"Isn't this odd," Neji began as he placed a smirk on his face, "why the hell is a yanki punk walking around with a lolita?"
"We're friends." Gaara crossed his arms, standing his ground.
"Just friends?"
"Just friends. Is there something wrong with that?" He questioned, almost glaring at the dark caramel haired boy.
He frowned, annoyed at the damn punks behavior. What the hell is he doing with her?! Of course there was a problem! A major one, one that he didn't like at all. "No, there isn't a problem," he turned around to follow the path Sakura had gone but stopped turning back towards the boy. "As long as you have no intensions of trying to become more then 'just friends'." He continued walking, murmuring the words "Keep to your kind."
Gaara felt ticked off at his words, 'What the fuck does he mean by that?! Who is he to her anyway?! I saw the look in his eyes!' He clenched his fists, if it wasn't for Sakura knowing that guy, then he would have beat the shit out of him. His angry thoughts were interrupted as the man stated for him to follow. The red head nodded as he did so, moving closer to the back, he could hear more squeals and yells of joy.
He stopped at a heavy fabric curtain that hung to the side. Pushing it to the left he walked into a medium sized room, his eyes widened. There were many posters on the light colored walls. Some of bands and music groups (he thought, not really sure) and others were posters of lolita outfits containing the Moonlight Gaze logo. Another thing he noticed were the many pictures of Sakura posing and modeling for the stores advertisement. The room was very decorative with cushions and model dummies, sowing machines, and more fabrics.
His eyes could only roam over the room with amazement. Sure, the room had some girly designs, but it was still cool. Not his style cool but cool.
A large gasp and yell turned his attention towards the center. There in the middle was a group of girls, a few boys, one he didn't know if they were a girl or boy, and Sakura. They were sitting around a low to the ground square table as everyone either sat on their knees or bottoms. Most of the boys sat around the room in antique wooden and metal chairs. All eyes were staring at him, except for Sakura who was pouring herself a cup of tea.
"S-Sakura, who is that?!" A short purple haired girl stuttered pointing at the strange male.
Sakura looked up and smile at her shy friend. "This is Gaara, Hinata. He followed me here…"
"SO HE'S A STALKER?!" A loud blond haired girl questioned standing up, ready to fight. Gaara looked at her weirdly, she wasn't dressed anything like Sakura. She was in a short black skirt, a black corset, and matching black arm gloves.
"No, No Ino," Sakura stated waving her hand for her friend to sit back down. She did so, but continued glaring at the evil red head. "He goes to my new school and I guess you could say we are…kinda friends."
A shuffled laugh came from Neji who looked like he was enjoying letting everyone judge Gaara. This was his treatment for trespassing in unwanted territory.
"Friends?" Hinata and Ino asked a little confused. They didn't understand why their little lolita was hanging around such an (in their opinion) odd type.
"Yeah, he helped me get out of some trouble at school. Then bought me a few dresses so…I guess you could call us friends." That wasn't her opinion of what a friend was, but she couldn't really tell them it was because it was his smile that won her could she (plus his 'nice' words, haha).
Another laugh was heard from Neji. Sakura stared at him a little irritated by his behavior. He only smiled at her and stopped his rude actions. She then turned back towards Gaara and instructed him to sit next to her. He nodded and sat as she poured him a cup of strawberry tea.
The group around the table starred as he drank the tea, though he felt like he needed more then this simple beverage. After a few seconds of silence, one of the girls decided to make the first move. She placed a hand out across the table towards him. "M-My name is Hinata," He accepted her handshake. Next was the blonde-haired person who shook hands with him. "My name is Ino." She continued to shake his hand glaring at him, "If you're Sakura's friend…then be careful around her. I know how yanks groups are. They're ruff and tough, Sakura's delicate, she can't handle stuff like that." Gaara nodded again as they released hands.
"Ino, did you really have to say that," Sakura questioned, a frown on her face, "I've only known him for about a day."
Everyone let out a 'WHAT?!'. Except for Neji who laughed even more, trying to control himself.
"So you barely know this Yanki?!"
Gaara looked at the long black haired person who he didn't know if they were girl or boy. At the voice, it sounded like a girl, but something told him he was a guy.
"Don't worry Haku. It's not the matter if I know him as well as I know you. It's a matter if I can trust him and I do."
As Sakura was about to continue, she was interrupted by a loud cell phone ring. Everyone turned their attention towards Gaara, who quickly checked his phone, "I've gotta take this," He stood up. "I'll be right back." With that, he left the room leaving everyone in a questioning silence, especially Sakura.
"Will if you trust him Sakura, then I guess we can too," Haku stated placing a hand on hers. The others nodded in agreement, with the exception of a not so sure Ino and a nonchalant looking Neji.
"Thank you," Sakura happily replied pouring him another cup of tea. As the last few drops fell, she stood up walking towards the door with the pot. "I'll guy make some more tea. Is strawberry okay?" Her friends started another conversation as she left the room, walking towards the kitchen, not noticing the pair of eyes watching her.
"I'll be right back," the owner of the eyes stated as they stood up and existed the room.
X.X X.X X.X X.X X.X X.X X.X X.X -(Almost eaten alive)
Gaara stood outside the shop, phone next to ear. Many people stared as they passed him. He was quite pissed off at who was on the phone. Just his luck. Though, he was thankful that he could leave the room for a second. It was a little tough to breathe with all the demanding stares. Not to mention the 'Neji' guy.
"Where the hell are you?! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago! It's already 8:00 p.m," The voice on the phone yelled.
He looked at his watch, indeed it was eight. How long had he been hanging out with her? It seemed so short. "Don't worry about it. You hired me, I'll get the job done." He sighed annoyingly as the person started to yell again. "Besides he expects me to show up at a certain time. It'll keep him off my track if I show up later then expected."
Gaara ignored the phone as the man continued to yell. His eyes shifted through a blank part of the window where he could see Sakura walking across the store. He then saw another figure walk in the same direction. 'My happy moment gone'
P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P P.P -(Dazed and sparkling)
Sakura stood in the kitchen staring at the large open cupboards. The strawberry tea was on the top shelf…the shelf that reached the ceiling…and was several feet away from Sakura's own height. Yes, she was short and it's not like she didn't like being short. It just gave her…trouble.
She gasped as an unknown hand grabbed the tea and handed it to her. She turned around and sighed with relief, "Oh, it's you! Thanks Ino!"
"What do you mean by 'Oh it's you?'" The blond asked placing her hands on her hips.
"Um, nothing. Why are you here?"
She picked up a box of cookies and smiled, "Shikamaru wanted some, so I came to get them."
"You both are doing great as a couple!" Sakura smiled pouring water into the pot.
"Yeah, but I still don't understand why you and-"
"-It's ancient history."
Ino smiled softly as she wondered off, walking back to the other room. Sakura really did miss her friends. They always protected her. At her new school, she felt alone and venerable, though she didn't act it she was scared. The smile found its way back on her lips as she heard Ino shout.
'WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GOT THE WRONG TYPE?!'
She chuckled as she could hear the two love birds start to fight over cookies. She turned off the tap that was pouring the water into the pot. She hummed as she heard Ino's footsteps approach. "Let me guess, you got the wrong snacks for your beloved!" She chuckled at her dear friend.
"I didn't know you were hungry Sakura."
Sakura's eyes widened as she dropped the pot in the sink, spilling all the water. She swiftly turned around. "Neji?"
He was leaning against the doorway, the box of cookies in his hand. He smirked as she quietly turned back on the water, refilling the pot. "Why are you so nervous around me Sakura? You never were before…" he carried on his words as she placed the pot on the small oven and turned the heat up. She then turned back around facing him, but avoiding eye contact.
He was right. She was nervous and it made her wonder as much, or even more then it did him. Could it be because of their recent situation? All of it made her even more nervous. "I don't know. I think I'm just cold." She quickly walked past him and into the main part of the store, back towards the group. However, a hand quickly grabbed her into another part of the store. She squeaked as she was pulled into a darkly lit room, the door slamming shut and the sound of beads present.
/Sakura Pov./
I opened my eyes looking around at the red-lit walls. I remember the small room; it was where the store designed all of their outfits. Fabric pieces were hanging from the walls, the ceiling, and some useless ones on the floor. I could feel the soft cotton behind me and the lace by my fingertips.
"I could warm you up."
I looked in front of me to find Neji pushed against my form. He smirked as a blush appeared across my cheeks.
"Sakura, you're adorable when you nervous," he purred as he nuzzles into my neck. His soft face felt so good against my skin and I could hear him purr with excitement.
Trying to shift my position away, I realized his hands were holding mine above and pinning them to the wall. "Neji stop, we're…not together anymore. W-We shouldn't-"
"Why not," He questioned almost pouting as he said it. It surprised me, he never really held that kind of tone before. "My little strawberry lolita, you don't know how much I've missed you." He lifted his head meeting his gaze with mine as he grabbed a handful of lace from the skirt of my dress. "Aw, so you missed me too? You're even wearing the dress I designed for you."
I shifted again, but to no use. I froze as he brushed his lips against my cheek softly. "Neji, you're making me uncomfortable." I jumped as he nipped my ear, ignoring my words.
"You should really come and work for me again. We pose well together."
It was true. In the middle of my career as a lolita model, the two of us posed together for many of the stores advertisements. The pictures were rated in the district as the most beautiful & romantic of any other advertisement. It's a beautiful thing to see a lolita and aristocrat pose together, something I thought to be elegant and pure. (The very picture that was famous was pinned to the wall in the very room we were in.)
Moonlight Gaze only sold Gothic lolita & Aristocratic clothing so there really wasn't any pink or bright colors. In the picture of us we only wore colors such as black, white, & grey (though the store sold different darker colors), plus many crosses were imprinted on the outfits. The background was a dark onyx mixed with crimson. I sat in and old black metal chair (fit for royalty) as Neji stood behind me holding one hand as he placed a kiss on it, a dead rose in the other. My outfit was pretty much the same as the one I had on and his was too (with a few more added details for both of us).
It was the perfect pose, both of us had straight face (neither smiling), but simple nonchalant expressions. Thinking about it reminded me of the old days. We…were the perfect couple.
"Sakura…you never really told me why we broke up."
I gulped as I inched my eyes towards the ground. I had avoided answering that question for so long but, this one time I didn't have an excuse not to answer.
"So tell me Sakura." He softly grabbed my chin letting our gazes meet and lock on yet again. "Or is there no reason we shouldn't get back together again? I'll even transfer over to your school-"
"Things just didn't work out," I replied interrupting his words and trying to get out of his grip. I couldn't answer his question, not in front of him at least. "Y-You weren't really my type," I lied. I must have been out of it a little, he must have known it to be a lie because he shook his head, a smirk present on his lips.
He let out a light laugh, "And I suppose that yanki thug is? He is not meant for you Sakura. You are in two different worlds! Our kind of world is much better then his! We are better then him."
'That's not true!'
"Please Sakura…I beg you," he moved his lips to the shell of my ear. His breath rolled against my now cold skin making me shiver with a mixture of an old delight returning and a feeling of fear of what could happen next. "Please let me be with you again."
His lips moved towards mine causing me to shiver even more. 'Do I want this?' Was all I could ask myself. I continued to look into his eyes as if memorized, as he did mine. I only caught a small glimpse of him smirking as quickly slammed his lips against mine.
'No! I don't want this!!'
The kiss lasted all of five seconds before he was suddenly yanked away roughly. Neji yelled in pain as he grasped the hair that was just pulled on his head. He looked furiously towards the figure as a growl erupted from his throat.
"It looks like I'm not the only one with certain intentions," Gaara stated untangling a piece of brown hair from his fingers. I gasped. Did he really just pull Neji's hair?!
"Perhaps," Neji replied straightening himself and clothing before smirking, "but at least I have history to back me up." The two stared at each other, glaring as if it were a showdown. I couldn't take it, something bad was bound to happen. Reacting on my first thought alone, I grabbed Gaara's arm and pulled him towards the room's exit.
"Um, sorry Neji. We need to go! Tell the others I'm sorry and goodbye!"
With that, the two of us left the shop. When we touched the street, I closed the store door and quickly turned towards him. "Why did you do that? You should not have pulled Neji's hair! He'll kill people who do that!"
Gaara started to walk past me in a quickened pace. I guess trying to calm himself down and leave the store as fast as possible. "Did you want him to kiss you?"
I slowed my walking looking towards the sidewalk. "Um…maybe…no. No I didn't." I don't think I sounded sure.
"Then I did you a favor."
His tone sounded slightly angry. Was he mad at Neji…or maybe me?
"He's a jerk. He shouldn't have forced himself onto you!" My eyes widened at his tone, he nearly growled at the words.
"Oh, don't worry," I tried to calm him, "That's how he normally it. It doesn't bother me."
As I finished my words, his cell phone rang again, though this time it seemed louder. He moaned answering his cell. After a few seconds, he started to yell at the phone.
"I'll be there! Give me an hour!!"
I couldn't understand the person talking on the phone, but I could her them yelling to Gaara. How could a person be so loud (Oh wait, I have Ino as a friend…)
"WHAT?! You can't!! I'm still-"
Gaara stopped his shouting as a black car screeched around the corner and braked right in front of us. I watched in fear as two muscle built men in dark suits emerged. Gaara placed his phone in his pocket as the two men walked towards us. I shivered in disgust as one of the guys winked at me (his disgusting eyes looking all over my body!).
I then started to panic as the guys each got one of Gaara's shoulders and began walking him towards the car's back seats.
"Sakura," he said softly but seriously, "I have to go. I'm sorry."
I was a little confused, but nodded anyways. "See you at school tomorrow," I said as he gave me a smirk and left. The car drove off speeding as I watched.
What was he going to do…where was he going?
There you have it!!! Wow, 16 pages!!! I think that may be the most I've written at a time!! I'll update after I update a few of my other stories!! Hope you liked this LONG CHAPTER!! (heh, heh, you won't be getting another one anytime soon, -my inner Merodi).
Also, I know the point of views kept changing, I'll try not to do that in the future that much.
Please review!! It makes my day…or night depends how I read it…Next story for me to update will probably Devil's Fallen Angel or Toy of the Akatsuki.
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