Last Chapter: "Can I tell you about it this afternoon instead?" she asked, pouting about it a bit.

"...Okay." And with that, they went and packed their bags.

'An annoying, stupid, perverted fangirl that couldn't keep herself safe and was a gigantic nuisance. Yep, that's what he thought of me. Always.'

How it All Started...For Us

The Blade, the Handle, and the Sword.

That night the Blade called the shruiken to come over. The shruiken comforted her over and over that she would find a handle or find someone better than the Long Sword. Though she felt better after talking, and though the shruiken made her dinner and stayed over the night just in case she wanted to talk more, she did feel incomplete. She always had. She was always happy, always kind, but deep, deep down she wanted more than friends. She would marry the shruiken, but he always seemed just a tad bit brighter with the the fan. So when the shruiken left the next morning, she told him to go and ask the fan on a date. This gave her time to think. 'I'm the only girl my age who isn't married...' And she decided to find someone to help her. She needed a handle. To feel complete, this is what she needed.

Sakura kept quiet while helping Gaara pack. He did the same. When he only had a few more things to put back in his bag, Sakura stopped and sat on the couch in the room. Gaara finished and sat beside her. Luckily it was long enough so Sakura could lean back far enough to stare at the ceiling with her legs up. Gaara did the same but just reclined, legs on the floor.

"Gaara?" Sakura said, eyes on ceiling.

"Hm?" He said, looking at her and then looking back up.

"Wanna take a walk before we go on the picnic?" She said, and sat up and looked up at him. He stood up and gave her his hand. She got up, but instead went to her room. She looked back at him. He gave her a 'where are you going?' look. "I can't exactly wear this on a walk, and we'll have plenty of time to bathe and change again after the picnic." And with that went in her room and closed the door. Gaara smirked. And with that he went and changed.

Sakura emerged from her room wearing a red and pink sun dress that fell right below her knees. Always casual, but able to be very formal. It was a strapless dress to begin with, but she had sewn on her own straps. It was all over pink with red flowers on it to match her cheeks and lips. She wore a pink flower in her hair with sparkly green leaves that peeked out from under. 'They match her eyes perfectly...' Gaara said, when he saw her. Her shoes were pink flats that had a red flower and green sparkly leaves on it, too. It was amazingly pretty, but somehow very casual.

And while Gaara was amazed with how she looked, he looked as equally stunning. His red hair was in it's usual casual disarray, but still very nice. He wore a black t-shirt that seemed to hint at the muscles underneath. He wore pants that just happened to show off how long his legs were, probably just a coincidence.

Gaara had been sitting on the couch waiting for her to come out. When she did, however, Gaara stood straight up. Sakura looked at him and blushed. Luckily it was dark in the hallway so he didn't notice. She brushed it off and walked right up to him. "Gaara?" she asked when he didn't say anything.

Gaara's POV

When she stepped out of the room, I instantly stood up. She walked right up to me and said my name. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't move, either.

(It's starting...)

She took my arm and ushered me through the door. That's when I regained consciousness. I finally put together a sentence and spoke. "Sa-Sakura-c-chan." She smiled up at me. My brain turned to mush. But I really worked hard to say it. "Y-You..." She stopped and looked up at me. 'Dang it Gaara, say it!' I thought.

"Gaara-kun?"

I looked down at her. I shouldn't have, I really shouldn't have, but I did. She looked so amazing, her hair slightly frizzy, letting me know she wasn't inhuman. She was real, and so was this. "You look really nice today, Sakura." I said. She blushed and her face completely flushed. I subconsciously leaned down a bit towards her. She seemed to be getting closer too. I stopped myself and regained my posture. I cleared my throat to make sure I was fully there and she seemed to blush very, very hard, but I probably made her uncomfortable.

I was always such a perv. And she couldn't like, shouldn't like, and wouldn't like me. Not when she deserves so much more.