Chapter 4

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Do you smell?

Do you smell the perfume?

Do you smell the sweetness?

Do you smell?

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She had the most perfect poker face. No one knew what she was thinking. Her eyes gave off no emotion, her lips were a thin line and her face muscles hid the feelings underneath. She made her face into the perfect mask.

Not even he could tell what she was thinking. He knew what everyone was thinking, even with just a glance. His lone eye felt like he was looking into your soul. He could hide his emotions almost as perfectly as she could. A total mask. But it seemed like their M'lady could see through him. All the way to the core. No one else but her. She could pull back the layers and guess what he was thinking. It was always a mystery as to how she could, but she always could.

He could still remember a conversation he overheard from them. He hadn't meant to, however something made him stay. As if his life depended on it…

"We need to talk about this…" He could hear the low and rough voice. He couldn't hear the usual humor and laidback manner in his voice. He sounded serious. He heard his M'lady let out a dry laugh.

"We already know what will happen if we do and I do not wish to go there, Kakashi." Her voice was masked of all emotion. Plain and monotone.

"Sakura, this needs to end soon. He will try to come after you, we both know it." Never had anyone called his M'lady by her name. Not even her business partners. Everyone called her Hime or M'lady.

"Kakashi, he has not made a move in a very long time…" Who were they talking about? Why was this person so important? Why was he coming after his M'lady? Does his elder brother know? Do the two irritating red heads know?

"But he will. I can feel it. The feeling of the shadows. They're getting stronger… If we just-"

"Enough! He will not come… He is waiting for me to come to him. That's how it was since the beginning and that's how it will stay." His M'lady finished her sentence just above a whisper. He had almost missed it. Almost didn't hear the sigh as it escaped her pink lips. He heard the silver haired man sigh.

"Alright… Alright."

Never in his life had he heard his M'lady speak in such a way. It was odd to him. She had never spoken this way until this newcomer had come. Even Sasori hadn't heard her speak in such a manner and he was with her more than anyone. Even Gaara.

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Do you smell?

Do you smell the air?

Do you smell the toxins?

Do you smell?

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He could remember quite clearly the day he met her. The day he finally found someone to tie himself to. It was all a coincident that they met that day. He had been kicked out of his house by his father. He only had a bag of a few spare clothes and his school uniform. They had fought that morning and put him into a horrible mood, which led him into getting into a fight with a few of the third years at his school.

He was caught by police and his father was called as well as his two older siblings. He and his father got into another fight as soon as they had gotten home. He could still remember the exact words his father had said, "You're a monster! You're the reason this family is falling apart! I want you gone, leave, NOW."

His sister had tried to calm their father down only to be told to go to her room, and his brother had left as soon as they all got home. That was when he was thrown a bag and was shoved out the door. He didn't look back and ran.

He didn't know how long he ran that day, all he knew was he needed to get far away. As far as his legs could take him without stopping. The aching pain in his chest didn't even stop him as he ran. Get away, get away, that's all that was flowing through his head…

He remembered stopping in front of a café before he fell to his knees. He sighed and sat down, leaning against the building's front wall. His wounds from his fight were starting to hurt him as he sat there. He remembered closing his eyes and listening to the sounds around him. The people walking, the cars buzzing passed, the sound of a bell door jiggling…

He could even remember the smell of the café's cakes and sweets that wafted out of the door. He also could remember the smell of perfume. Her perfume. The sweet smell of roses that seemed to radiate off of her.

"Are you alright?" He remembered the concern in her voice. He opened his eyes to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his whole life. He gasped and tried to move back, only to hit his head on the wall.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you," the woman smiled down at him, "you look like you were in a fight… You kids these days shouldn't fight, you know."

He stared at her. Her hair was a pale pink and her skin was beautifully white… But her eyes are what drew him in. They were the most amazing shade of green. They seemed to sparkle in the lights that surrounded them.

"I'm fine." He replied. He knew he wasn't, but nothing she could do was going to change that.

"See? I told you, M'lady, he didn't need our help." A man's voice spoke and he looked past the woman to a handsome man. He had red hair, just like his, and brown eyes. The woman turned her gaze to him.

"Sasori, this boy is hurt, we are not leaving him." He was taken aback by this unusual behavior. No one had ever wanted to help him before. He left him with a strange feeling in his chest. He heard the man named Sasori sigh.

"Yes, M'lady…" He looked at her with a puzzled expression. She gave him a warm smile.

"Come on, I'll take you home with me and we can fix you up. I'll have Sasori make you something to eat as well." She moved her arm to take his hand, but he moved away.

"Don't touch me." She gave him a shocked look before putting on a smiling face again. He frowned.

"Okay, I won't touch you, but let's go. Our car is waiting." He watched as she stood straight and turned to look down at him. He stared at her before he finally got up. Her smile grew bigger.

"Follow me." She led the two men to an expensive looking car. He remembered blinking at this shiny, black expensive car. Sasori moved and opened the door for her. She nodded his head at him before climbing in.

"Come on," she outstretched her hand for him to follow. He did. The man holding the door shut it after him.

"You're cautious of me." She spoke as they rode. He turned to look at her, she still had a small smile on her face. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Normally, people don't just pick up random junior high school kids off the streets… Especially, when they look like I do. You're definitely strange." She laughed. He blushed.

"I am strange, aren't I?" He raised an eyebrow at this reply.

"Which high school do you go too? I assume a rich one, taking it you have a driver and an expensive car." She looked at him with surprise before she laughed again. He realized he quite liked her laugh.

"I'm not a high school student." He stared, "So what college do you go to then?" Again she laughed.

"I'm too old for that, sweetie." He frowned. She was definitely young, not to mention beautiful. She had the body of a well-developed woman, but she still seemed too young to not be in some type of schooling. He didn't reply to her.

They rode the rest of the way in silence. He watched out of his window at all the expensive looking houses going by before the car came to a slow and stopped. He turned and looked. The house was massive. Correction, the mansion was massive.

Sasori turned off the car and got out. He shut his car door before he turned and opened the backdoor for the woman and himself. The woman smiled up at the man and his facial expression softened. He stared at Sasori. Was that an expression of love? True heartfelt love? He'd have guessed, anyone with a master like her would fall heavily in love…

"Come now, boy, let's get you in the house, shall we?" The woman was addressing him and he nodded. He followed her up the steps and through the front door.

The inside was just as massive looking as it did from the outside. The front hall was at least fifteen feet tall with hard wood flooring. Two stair cases were facing them as a smaller hallway stood in the middle, he couldn't see from where he was standing. He looked right of him and saw a small sitting room with matching Victorian style furniture; to his left were closed doors. He looked at the French styled doors and wondered what was beyond them.

"Come, come," the woman's voice caught his attention and she was walking forward to the smaller hallway, he walked after her. He noticed the other man was not with them. He wondered where he went off too.

"Um, I'm sorry, but… Where are we?" He asked the small woman in front of him and she turned to give him an over the shoulder smile.

"We're at my house, I thought I said that." She turned around again. He nodded before his attention turned back to his surroundings. This hallway wasn't as big as the other, but you could still walk comfortably with three people side by side. They past a few closed doors, an open door leading to the kitchen, two double doors that were cracked just big enough to see a large library within and finally the woman had stopped in front of a locked door. He watched as the pink haired woman pulled out a key and unlocked the door. She pushed it open before walking in. He followed. It was a spacious office, with a desk, an office chair and book shelves that held books, papers and other interesting things.

"Okay, come here," she spoke and had him sit down on a Victorian styled couch. "I'll be right back, we need to clean up these wounds and then we'll talk, okay?" He nodded when she smiled her breath taking smile. He continued to look around her office at the interesting objects that were lurking about. He saw a well-crafted ship, an old styled globe and a gold pocket watch sitting inside a glass case.

He was about to stand up and go investigate the strange gold watch when the pink haired beauty returned.

"Now then," she started as she held out a bottle of clear liquid, "let's clean those wounds, shall we?"

It only took her a little over ten minutes to clean them, some were smaller than others and she decided to leave them. He agreed. She smiled at him the whole time, chattering about everyday normal things such as school, the weather and current events. He didn't really listen or respond to most of what she said, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Okay, sweetie," she spoke and he looked up at her. He must have had a puzzled expression because she laughed. "You're a cute kid, you know that?"

He froze. He'd never heard of such nice words directed at him before. He'd never thought he'd ever feel anything as kind and warm as she was towards him. He looked down as he went through the dark memories he had of his life. Nothing but fighting, surviving and running; no kindness, no warmth, no happiness…

"Alright, let's get down to business, okay? I want to know who you are, what happened to you and how can I help." He didn't look up at her or speak. He was still thinking about the way he was living his life so far. The way he was treated, the way people hated him, the way his own family had abandoned him. He didn't want that, he just wanted to be left alone.

"Sweetie? Can you tell me, plea-" The woman started until he looked up at her. She gasped at the site of him. Tears rolling down his pale face, the sorrowful expression in his eyes and the small sniffles; he hadn't expected what she had done until a few seconds after. She had hugged him; a close, warm motherly embrace. He continued to cry into her stomach and she hummed a soft tune to sooth the pain. He could feel the warmth of her fingers going through his hair and the way she swung back and forth to her small tune.

He didn't remember how long they were like that, only that she didn't let go throughout the whole thing. She stayed just where she was, she didn't break away, she didn't push him off, she just gave him the warmth he needed.

He had stopped crying after a half hour of sitting and listening to the woman hum. He didn't know when he had grabbed the side of her sweater with a tight fist or when she had changed the tune she was humming. All he knew was she felt safe and he's never felt like that in all of his life. He felt like he could tell her anything and she would never judge him, never push him away, never tell him he was useless or unwanted… She was the angel he was looking for.

A knock sounded at the door and he felt the woman move to look at whoever was there. She didn't move away from him, but continued to stroke the back of his head with her soft hands.

"Welcome home," the woman spoke in a happy tone, "We'll talk later, okay? Go work on your homework." She said and the other person must have listened because in a second later he heard footsteps leaving.

His angel stroked his head as she said, "Alright, now let's start over." She pulled back and gave him a motherly smile.

"I'm Sakura, back you can call me whatever feels right to you," she moved her hand in front of him and he stared at it.

Then, for what seemed like forever he did something he'd never thought he'd ever do again… He smiled.

"I'm Sabaku Gaara, Mother, it's nice to finally meet you…" He took her hand and her already big smile had somehow grown. She pulled him into another hug…

"It's nice to meet you, too."

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Do you smell?

Do you smell the air?

Do you smell the sea?

Do you smell?

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"Have you thought about what we talked about the other day?" A husky voice asked the pink haired woman that stood in front of her office window. She had her arms crossed over her chest and continued to watch the heavy rain hit the window.

A pair of strong arms had wrapped themselves around her and was pulling her into the hard chest of the man she was having a one-sided conversation with. The man buried his face into the side of her neck and breathed in her scent. She let out a sigh.

"I have…" The man moved so he could look at her face, "However, what was said already is going to be the same answer as last time… I'm sure you already know this, right, Kakashi?" He hummed into her neck before pulling back and resting his head upon hers.

"I just want you to be safe… I've got ears in the underground and they're whispering about him preparing an army." She turned in his arms to face him and he bent down. Their lips locked. Kakashi pulled her into him, closing any space that might have been there before. He gripped the back of her head, holding tight to her pale pink hair. She moved her arms and wrapped them around his neck, stretching her neck as they deepened their heavy kiss.

They finally broke apart for air and Kakashi let out a low growl, "Sakura…" She breathed in, her pupils dilating as the pair stood there. Sakura licked the bottom of her lip and Kakashi broke.

He pushed her back into the window, pulling off his shirt as she worked on his pants. He grabbed her arms and held them up so he could take her top off and throw it onto the floor with his. Sakura gasped at the feeling of his hands moving down her skin towards her jeans.

The heat continued as the two locked lips again; Kakashi pulled down Sakura's jeans and he had her pinned to the cool window. She moaned into his kiss at the feeling of the heat from her body meeting the cold glass. Her hands were gripping his hair as Kakashi slipped his hand into her panties; she moaned has he rubbed her most sensitive area.

Sakura finally got the button undone from Kakashi's pants when they heard a knock at her office door. They froze. Sakura broke their hungry kiss to look past him at the closed door. He sighed and she turned to look at him.

"I guess you're going to need a cold shower…" She spoke and gave him her dangerously beautiful smile.

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Do you smell?

Do you smell the nature?

Do you smell the rain?

Do you smell?

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A/N: Yes, yes, hello! I've been neglecting you all, I'm sorry. I forget that I'm in love with writing and I when I finally get on my computer, I just seem to forget everything that I was going to write! But! I have now finished chapter four, so that's a plus!

Also, I have another story Hit and Run that I'm giving up for adoption if anyone is interested. I've been thinking about it for a while and I've decided that I'm going to either drop it or give it away to someone who wants it. SO, if you're interested please do let me know!