8D Wow. Yesterday was boring indeed. I think I forgot what happened . . .
Yes, my memory is /that/ bad. /

8D I'm okay with it though!! xD

This chapter is short. I know. All of them are. XD
I know some of you are saying that this is a good story, but I don't think so! D8 I hate my stories. I'll eat them! XD Grammar is my weak point. xD It hates me.
Gonna bite them! D8

Crow: Seriously, do not mind her.
Me: Where did you come from?! D8
Crow: -Sighs- Even if I tell you, Mia, you'll forget. Like always . . . Then Wyatt will get pissed because you got upset, and he has to comfort you. Axel'll just think it's funny.
Me: But, what are you doing here? I mean, I didn't even invite you.
Crow: -Glares- I don't need an invitation. Thank you.
Me: Fine mister grumpy pants. You're just a bitter jerk.
Crow: -Snarls-
Me: You're still my carebear, though! 8D Remember that last time you got drunk? Start purring like a kitten! xD So cute.
Crow: Bring that up again, Amelia, and see what happens!
Me: Ohh. Scary! 8D -Glomps Crow-
Crow: -Scowls-
Me: BRING ME THE PANDA SUIT! 8D I shall place Gaara within it! 8D
Gaara: -Glares-
Crow: That's a bad idea, Mia.
Me: Ideas from me are awesome! 8D
Crow: Yes, well, Kina wasn't a good idea. Annoying little bit-
Me: Uh-oh! Crow-bro about to say bad word! Bad kitteh! D8 Kina isn't bad! XD She's Sakura's assistant.
Sakura: Oh, the joy. -Scowls-
Crow: -Chuckles-
Me: -Pouts- Party poopers.
Gaara; -Sighs- . . . You do know that you're talking to yourself, right?
Crow: None of us are real. You made me, and Kina, up so you wouldn't be lonely when you're, well, alone.
Me: Wrong! 8D I didn't make Gaara or Sakura up. Someone else did . . . But that doesn't stop me from putting Gaara in a panda suit! XD
Gaara: Touch me, and die. -Death glare-
Me: -Pokes-
Gaara: -Eats Mia-
Crow: Good riddance.
Gaara: -Is feeling particularly pleased with himself- -Smirking-
Me: Whooa! Gaara like eats . . . nothing! -Pokes his liver- O.o
Sakura: Back to the story please!!

Chapter 8: Fighting.

Everyone expects their life to be different, just because they did one little thing they thought would change it. I, me, Haruno Sakura does not think that. For your life to change, you can't just do one little thing . . . You have to do something big. And I mean big. And every time you change, it has to be related to someone, or something. You expect your life to change just because you changed it, but if you look back on all of things you wished to change, and did change - You'll see that someone was connected to said change, as my previous statement had just established.
Either someone, or something, made you do something so drastic - So drastic that your life just took off, like a train, on a whole new course. Either you like it, or you don't. It's life. But it's not how you expected it to happen . . . Life isn't predictable - for me, any ways. Did you know where I saw myself when I was younger? I'm pretty sure you could guess, since I just encounter the source of my 10-year-old-dreams a while back . . .

I saw myself as a grown, successful, beautiful woman that got married to a handsome, powerful man. But, as I said before, life is unpredictable. I mean, how was I to know he would become a traitor, and go off with the man who killed my old Hokage? How I was I to know that I would end up treating someone - someone who tried to kill me when we were younger, might I add - and end up . . . having feelings for him? Life is ironic, unethical, unfair - and yet, all of these can add up to something great if you just let it! If you just take the chance; That chance that you're afraid of because you don't know if you would be good enough - if he would be good enough. Fear is something we all know. Fear is something that keeps us from enjoying something great. We're all afraid of dying because, deep down, we just don't want to leave everyone. We like to talk, we like to love, we like to touch, hug - all of that we do, and for what? To die?

We're afraid . . . because when we die we don't know where we go. It's like we fall into some deep, dark pit to no where, and we don't know who we are, or what we are, nor do we know what we're doing there. We're afraid to let go of everything we call human. We. Us. We're selfish creatures, and even though we have no idea where we go when we die, no one thinks of it as a positive thing. My mother once told me that killing was bad, but dying was good. We all have our limits, our time, and our future. We just have to make the best of it. It's our decision on what we do . . .

To have a good life, or to not have a good life?
Life can seem so simple, and yet, not. Fear is something we all know, and even some may try to hide it, but they do know. And, right now as I'm watching Gaara stare at his paperwork that never seemed to end, I fear of something he probably doesn't even know I'm considering. I'm considering it because I don't want him to die. I don't want him to leave, and go into that deep, dark pit - Not knowing who he is. I'm doing it for him, and me. I don't want fear to stand in the way of something that could possibly become something great. I just have to take a chance. Let my life chance for better or for worse. That's all. Even if it doesn't turn out great, I'll know I'm happy even though it didn't - because If I do this - this thing that I've been contemplating for the last few hours on - Gaara would be alive, and so will I.

--

So, it turned out Naruto decided to stay for just a bit longer. He thought Gaara might run off again, and even though me and Gaara settled a few things, I did as well. I was grateful.

All of us - Tamari, Kankuro, Gaara, Naruto, me - we were sitting down near the training grounds, eating ramen - Naruto's choice, of course. Tamari seemed sicken by the sight of it, but she ate anyway. Kankuro, on the other hand, stuffing his face like a pig - Not like he never does anything different; and Naruto pratically did that same. Gaara was just staring at the bowl with a slightly disinterested look on his face. It bothered me. I leaned into him, placing my head on his shoulder, and his gaze moved from the inanimate bowl, to me. I gave him a soft smile, and kissed him upon the cheek while the others weren't looking. Gaara wasn't much of a public-display-of-affection type of guy, and I couldn't blame him. Kankuro made comments that were vulgar, although funny at the same time - it was still embarrassing. Tamari just looked at us with that look that said 'So cute!', and it would leave me blushing for a bit longer than intended; Naruto would give that look saying ' You hurt Sakura, Gaara, and you'll pay' - which was probably the most obvious look out of all of them. They all made me want to hide under the covers and stay there for weeks.
Gaara's lips twisted up into a smirk of mischief, and I felt my body heat rise tenfold.

Stupid hormones . . . But I couldn't blame myself. Ever since the night before, Gaara's been a bit . . . Er, how shall I say this without completely embarrassing myself? Sexually active without the complete 'sex' course.

" Oi! You two!"

I jumped at the sound of Naruto's voice, and I glanced over at him, my face as red as a tomato." Sorry," I mumbled. I heard Gaara chuckle beside me before glancing down at the soup, and pushing it futhur away from him. Naruto frowned, staring at the untouched bowl of food, before glaring over at Gaara - then, his lips broke out into a grin.
Talk about not being able to stay on track.

" All right! You three," Tamari glanced over at us, giving a big grin." Me and Kankuro need to head off once more. Have fun, all right? Don't wait up!"

" Kankuro and I," Naruto teased, while Tamari shot him a dangerous look, making him cower next to Gaara and I.

" Aw, we do?" Kankuro whined, before yelping in pain as Tamari grasped his ear, and began pulling him off toward the direction of the house. I sighed, waving at them from behind although they couldn't see me. They couldn't take Naruto with them? Ever since Gaara took off the other day, he has left the redhead's side at all since we got back. He said it was because he didn't want him running off, therefore hurting me, or worse - me bumping into Sasuke once more. We still don't know exactly what he wants. Gaara said he just left when I took of running . . .
" Bye!" Naruto called, receiving a glare of anger from Kankuro. I stifled a giggle in my throat, giving Kankuro a grin, before glancing back at Naruto.

" Hey, Gaara?" I glanced up, seeing Naruto standing up with his fists clenched at his sides, a huge grin on his face." What?" Gaara replied, shooting a cold glare of irritation at the blonde." Want to train?" Gaara's face instantly went pale, as if he was unsure about something, but I gave him a gentle nudge, and smiled softly at him." Bury him!" I grinned, hearing Naruto pout beside me." I heard that, Sakura-chan!" I laughed, grinning over at my blonde friend while giving him the thumbs up he normally did. Gaara let out a sigh of frustration, before picking himself up, and looking over at Naruto." Fine." He muttered, his voice a monotone. I narrowed my eyes at both of them, before sitting back, and watching as they stood out, and over in the middle. The grin was still place on Naruto's face, while Gaara just glared at his idiocy.

" Ready, Sandboy?" I heard Gaara growl at the comment, and, suddenly, I felt tension between them . . . Naruto didn't look so sweet, and Gaara didn't look too calm. Something was going to go wrong . . .

" Just go," Gaara paused, a sadistic smirk pulling at his lips." Kyuubi."

Wait, what?

" Gladly." Naruto's smirk grew, and before I knew it, they charged at each other. Gaara wasn't using sand, and Naruto wasn't using any jutsu - they were fighting with their hands. Before I could even comprehend what was happening; Naruto and Gaara were fighting like a pack of wolves would fight over a piece of meat - Like savages. And I knew why: They weren't Naruto and Gaara anymore.

Naruto's eyes turned that deep shade of red - that type of red where it was the same color of Gaara's hair. The markings on his face, that looked vaguely like whiskers, grew more pronounced, turning into something more like scratches along his cheeks; and his nails grew longer, too. Gaara, on the other hand . . . His eyes turned this sickly yellow, and fangs protruded from his teeth - much like Naruto - while his nails extended, too. They were growling like dogs - like a engine almost, except intimidating, and capable of cutting you up into little pieces.

They jumped away from each other, circling each other like one would do at a final battle. They flexed their fingers, their eyes glinting - taunting me. " It's time to give up, Shukaku. You know I'll have her." Naruto's voice came. Even though it was Naruto's voice, it had this strange quality to it that made my skin crawl; It held a threat within it, and I knew what he was capable of - just like Gaara." Giving up is for the weak," Gaara's voice had snarled, his lips twisting up." and I am not weak." With that, they lunged at each other once more. Their movement was too fast for me to see anything. It was amazing, and yet, completely horrifying. They were going to hurt their host just so they can get to me. I didn't move, afraid that if I did, they would come after me, or worse - kill each other out of anger, therefore hurting their host.
When they collided into each other, a loud thunder-like sound pierced the air, and I had to cover my ears. Snarls of rage and anger could be heard from both the redhead, and blonde boy. Soon, before I knew it, Naruto was thrown back into the trees. I heard the sound of wood cracking, and I looked up to see that the force of Gaara's throw was enough to knock a few trees down, even to keep Naruto flying back till he finally hit one more tree when he slowed. Gaara's face had a look of triumph, but he didn't come near me to calm his prize. A blur of movements happened once more, and Naruto knocked into Gaara again, both of them fighting like lions; both of them wanted something, and in return, they fought each other for it. Much like a male lion would do when another male lion would threaten his positions in his ranks - they would fight to the death. And, as I watch Gaara and Naruto's body do things I wouldn't have thought capable before, I knew one of them was going to die if they didn't snap out of it.

I felt useless. All I could do was sit and watch, afraid of stepping in the middle of them, and getting hurt. If I did that, it wouldn't only be bad for me, but probably everyone as well. Worse than feeling useless, I felt like I was the monster. I had a choice to save Gaara from himself, and Shukaku - but I was afraid. Venus had told me that the only thing I could do would help save Gaara, but the process of doing it could be dangerous, and the process of conceiving it could be deadly. If I died, or lived, it would just be worse either way. How can you want to die, and live, at the same time? Was it just like hating someone, and loving them at the same time, too?
Naruto and Gaara went back to circling again, their bodies covered in cuts, and deep gashes - leaking blood like a river, I would say. They didn't even seem to care. They didn't seem to care because it wasn't them that they were hurting - they were hurting my friends. " Give up, Shukaku. Leave while you still can." Naruto's voice growled, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his right hand back into a fist." Never." Gaara's voice hissed, sending chills up my spin. Naruto snarled in frustration, before they lunged back at each other. This wasn't any wolf, or lion fight . . . it was a demon fight, and I was watching them as if I was enjoying it. " You will die, then!" Naruto's voice shouted amongst the loud sounds of both forms connecting once more. If it wasn't for the slight tremble, and the newly formed liquid heat upon my cheeks, I wouldn't have never had known that I was crying.

The way they fought was cruel, and savage - it made my heart clench painfully. I was an idiot. I messed up everyone's life . . .

And, without having a right mind at the time, I took off running.

--

I found myself at the oasis I again, trying to get over my fear. Why is it, do you think, when fear completely takes over your body, you just black out, and do what your body tells you to do, and you do it? Over, and over again I've cried out of fear, hate, anger, sadness- emotions I can't seem to get rid of. It's annoying. Here I am, sitting near a small body of water while my friend's bodies were being destroyed . . . just pitying myself.
I was weak. I was.

And no one, not even Gaara, will change that thought.

It's funny how people define themselves - either it's loyal, loving, hateful - any of that, but we don't exactly mean it, because we know the truth. You could be a mother, with a child, and you can pretend to love that child with your life, but actually don't? We just want to be innocent from our crimes, our sins, and everything we've done in the past. I want that. But the past isn't ours to change, no matter if it is our life we want to change. We want things to be different because it brought us pain in some way, or another . . . Maybe your mother died in a battle, or a accident - anything that will make you sad! But, you do nothing to change it, because you can't. No one can.
Life is an enigma we can't shake off. Memories are the things that keep us who we are, even if you think they don't. Fear is the thing that makes us miss things, and make us do things that leave us disgracefully. Hate is something that drives us from one another - a burning passion that builds within us to keep, push, or block the other from ourselves. Love . . . Love is pratically the gravity of earth. If there was no love, the world would be just a junk-yard. If there was no love, people would die just because another die, and they thought it was the right thing to do, too. Love is what keeps us on earth, even when we don't know it.
But fear . . . Fear is what makes us miss things, and that is what I'm experiencing right now. I don't know what's going on back at the training grounds. Either one could be dead, or worse: both.
Someone once told me, that the worse thing in life is not so much what we suffer, but rather what we miss. And I understood that. Fear shouldn't keep us from holding back. It's a stupid emotion, but, if we didn't have it, we would be lost to things, and possibly, dead. Emotions could be good, or bad, depending on how you looked at it.

" I've finally found you, my Cherry Blossom." I glanced up, jumping instantly to my feet as I heard Naruto's - or shall I say Shukaku's - voice." Shukaku . . . " My eyes scanned the desert, but no one else was there. No Gaara. No red hair. No mask of indifference . . .

" What did you do to Gaara?"

" Darling, he's been long gone for a while."

I stifled a gasp in my throat, the feeling of pain that erupted in my chest whenever I thought of Gaara getting hurt, intensified, and tears instantly appeared at the rim of my eyes like a train that just arrived on time.

" He-He's dead?"

" It would seem so, Blossom. Aren't you glad?"

Aren't you glad?

" You killed him!" I shouted, my eyes widening in disbelief." Yes, well, this is all very disappointing, but I have some matters to attend to." He took a step forward, and I didn't move. Life. Life didn't matter without the redhead, and I was scared because I was thinking like that. And that's when I knew . . . I was in love with him. Sabaku No Gaara. He was my gravity. Love was an enigma . . .
" Yes, I did. Sad, really . . . the boy had potential as a Kazekage, think not?"

I wiped the tears from my eyes, watching as Naruto's body took a step closer, and closer. His red eyes peered into my, and I flinched; he raised his arm, the sharpened nails looking intimidating, but I awaited patiently for their penetration. I didn't care anymore. Just let it be over. I really didn't care." I'm sorry, Blossom. You were a strange attachment." He smirked, and then, his hands, and claws, shot forward, and I closed my eyes tightly, awaiting the pain . . .

But it never came.
Just the splash of warm liquid on my face . . .

" No!"

I opened my eyes, only to see the back of the one I thought was dead. Gaara. Fresh tears of relief poured down my face, but as soon as I looked down, I realized the reason I didn't feel any pain was because Naruto's hand didn't penetrate me. It penetrated him. Gaara of the Sand.
" Y-You're suppose to be dead!" Kyuubi snarled.

" Shukaku made a last donation." Gaara's voice replied, and although it sounded strained, I can tell it was really him. And he was smirking. Before I knew it, Gaara's had punched Naruto in the face with enough for that sent his body flying into a sand dune, obviously unconscious. Then, without warning, he collapsed; falling backwards until he laying back against me, and his eyes were closed. " Gaara!" I shouted, trying to arouse him from his state, but nothing. No response, and this time, it was unintentionally. I glanced down at the wound in his stomach, and knew that some of the muscles within him were probably torn, and possibly most of the other things. I'd have to take him to Tsunade-san. I couldn't fix this. I laid him down carefully, before rushing over to Naruto. I rolled him off the sand dune; rolling him, and rolling him until he splashed in the small body of water.
" Ugh. What happened?"

" Naruto! Help me!"

He picked himself up, before rushing over to me, his eyes wide with worry." What's wrong with him?"

" You don't remember?"
He shook his head in confusion, and looked at me in curiosity. I sighed, before lifting Gaara's unconscious form onto Naruto's back, before we took off toward Konoha.

--

When we arrived, Gaara's breathing had become very shallow, and Tsunade-san said that we might have been too late. But I prayed to the Gods above me that we weren't, and, luckily, we weren't.
I watched, and occasionally helped when asked, as Tsunade-san went off healing Gaara back to health, and when she was done, I went off to bandage him up. Tsunade-san left, looking tired, and drained, but completely gleeful she managed to save the redhead. I stared down at Gaara's face, said face looking peacefully again. I sighed, placing my hand on the redhead's cheek, before reaching up to his forehead, and beginning to trace the scar.

" Love."

I tilted my head to the side, before leaning down, and kissing the kenji." I love you, Gaara." I whispered against his skin, before pulling away, sitting down on the seat, and holding his hand. This reminded me all too much of the first time Gaara was in the hospital.

Gaara had saved me. Either it was me, or just keeping Kyuubi from getting my blood - it didn't matter. The point is, was that he saved me . . .

And if he was willing to do that, I would be willing as well.

I would be willing to have Sabaku No Gaara's baby.

Even if it meant I would die trying.

-- O.o
8D
Wow! XD Two more chapters, maybe, and the story will be over. D8
Dayum. Not as interesting as I thought it would be.
Hey, I decided to do something interesting to take the stress of of creating the story! XDD
It's probably going to be stupid, but hey, I had fun writing it! XDD

( BLAH BLAH BLOOPERS!!) 8D
I tilted my head to the side, before leaning down, and kissing the kenji." I love you, Gaara." I whispered against his skin, before pulling away - but I couldn't.

Something was wrong.
My lips were stuck.

" What the hell?" My voice coming out muffled.

I heard distant snickering, and all of the sudden, the door bursted open.
Two women were hunched over, laughing their asses off.
Kina, and Tsunade.

" What the hell are you laughing at?" Once again, muffled.
" We put glue on his forehead!" Kina shouted. Tsunade's face was turning red, and in her hand was a bottle that made all respectful women turn into disrespectful women. Sake." Gaara's face will be priceless when he wakes up!"

Kina continued laughing, banging her head on the door, while Tsunade's laugh turned into a wheezing sound.

I glared at Gaara's hair.

" I have to go pee!" I shouted.

" Um, what was that, Sakura-san?" Kina laughed.

Tsunade cracked up again." If you keep this up, I'm going to go pee!" And with that, the redheaded man, who my lips were currently glued to, woke up.

" What. The. Hell." I heard Tsunade, and Kina laughing once more. " Hey Gaara." I muffled. He pulled away, only causing himself to roll of the bed, and me to be followed with him. Both of us sprawled out on the floor while I was on top of him. " GET DIRTY!!" Tsunade shouted. " Sakura-san seemed so sophisticated. Who knew she would turn to the bad side. And, once again, they broke out into hysterical fits of laughter, while my lips were glued to Gaara. Talk about clingy, but you have no idea.

" Nice chest by the way, Kunoichi."