I've lived in the shadows all my life.
I have never come out to play.
Never come out to live.
Never to see the true light of day.
Now an accidental sun beam peeks in.
I really can't help but say.
"Maybe or maybe not…"
What ever makes you stay.
The trip to the medic room was just as painful as what was getting her sent there in the first place. Why was it that men couldn't learn to be gentle when handling anything? Sakura lay stretched out on the floor , next to a very bloody looking Kankuro. Her eyes observed him lying there, but she couldn't seem to comprehend anything at the moment. She saw all the scratches, bruises, cuts she dealt to him herself.
That's what you get for being a perv.
Second by second it got harder to breath. The small needles in her neck where finally beginning to sting her as her body tried to recover it self. The blood was rushing to the damaged area, causing swelling to the most need part of her body. That was his fault. She was really hating those puppets right know. But, at least she could say she kicked his ass.
Yup, kicked your ass.
Her pink hair intertwined with some ones blood. Whether it was hers or his, she really didn't know, nor did she care too much. All Sakura could feel was the five kunai being brutally pulled out of her body. He deepness of her wounds obviously didn't affect the pain. It hurt like hell whether it was in or out of her body. The male medics that had come to assist her really only made her feel worse, if they hadn't pulled out the first Kunai so fast, she wouldn't have fallen to the floor. Like she thought, guys where never gentle with anything.
She scanned the room, Naruto grinned at her with his usual triumphant glance. He knew she was fine, he'd seen her hurt a lot worse. Hours of training with him had prepared her for this moment. Evening after evening she had worked her self nearly to death sparing with the leaf ninja's. All for this moment. She also saw something she never expected. Gaara, of the sand, was staring straight at her. Not even past her, straight at her, with Interest in his eyes. You could see the jade glint in his eyes as he rested his hands on the iron railings. The second of intensity was enough to paralyze anyone. His black rimmed eyes had a capturing effect on Sakura.
Inner Sakura: That's a first.
Sakura: I thought he hated the world.
Inner Sakura: Obviously not.
Sakura broke he contact with him and closed her eyes, for amilisecond. Her senses seemed to increase tenfold just then. One second she felt the cold ground beneath her, numbing her muscles, the next moment she was lifted on to a stretcher. This would have all been fine with her , but there was also some one next to the stretcher . She could sense a masculine presence hover over he. His very presence robbed the air of it's active tone, bringing all attention to him. She felt very self conscious all of a sudden. Her black out fit was torn; her tube top was belly button length now. Or was it less than that? Her black pants where now officially shorts. Basically, she was a mess. Black and blue bruises crisscrossed, along the surface of her body. She couldn't see the person beside her, she was beginning to lose control of her body parts as sleep came closer and closer.
Inner Sakura: It' s him! He smells like grapes! Look up damn it!
Sakura: My guy didn't smell like grapes. It was his …..taste. I can't even look up if I tried.
Inner Sakura: It' s his breath.
Sakura: How would you smell his breath from where we are?!?!
Inner Sakura: Because
A slow moving hand rested on Sakura's forehead. His palm felt like a stream of molten lava pooling in the ice caps. . Her eyes where laced closed, unable to see the hairs being swept out of her face. Even though she couldn't see this person, she relished every second the hand touched her. It was an amazing sensation. It was like a chorus of children in tacky angel costumes where serenading her with sweet chiming melody's. However, she was unfortunate. She fell into unconsciousness, the moment before the person spoke.
"Rest well Sakura. You've done very well."
He kissed Sakura on the forehead and left.
M.E.D.I.C.A.L. C.A.R.E. R.O.O.M.
Sakura's eyes lazily opened. A small warm ray of sun trickled in through a blue satin curtain. She knew the room very well. Several beds where lined up along the walls of the large room. All of them had there own unique cooler. Hers happened to be a pastel pink, the same shade as her hair.
What a coincidence…. I'm tired of people doing this to me.
She felt a sudden breeze blow across her body, and came to a very disturbing realization. Her only out fit was a
Thin.
See though.
Hospital gown.
She shrieked and hastily covered her self in her uncomfortably thick comforter.
She turned her head, bored with the sight of a blank white wall. There was a window on the other side of the bed. Maybe she could daydream for a bit. There where so many thoughts painfully coursing through her head. Everything made no sense, but yet it perfectly did. She fully expected to see the rest of the room in front of her. You know, the average every day hospital room, but…..
"Holy shit!!!", Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs.
Gaara grinned at her with pure amusement in his eyes. The amused sand ninja sat mockingly next to Sakura's bed side. His posture was hunched over with both elbows on his spread apart knees. He made the chair he sat in look really comfortable, even though it was almost the hardest wood known to man. His vision content on staying on her. His jagged, yet contradictory soft hair feel limply to the side of his face with other stands sticking straight up. Completely crazy. He had changed over the time period they had last seen each other. His wardrobe took a different turn into a less sinister direction. He wore a black long sleeve shirt. It was tight, outlining his newly formed muscles. His pants where about the same, however he had the sigh of Shukaku embroidered into the knee area. Ok, he was a little plain, but, boys usually didn't dress up too much.
"What? No hello?", his deep , raspy, and not to mention sexy voice answered. You could just here the sarcasm vibrating in it. It didn't fit him.
Sakura: Of course not! Your a freak!
Inner Sakura: Wait wait wait! I don't know about that so much. I kind of like him here.
Sakura: What are you talking about!
Inner Sakura: Look at those muscles…and that hair…it so…..
Sakura: Shut up…
Inner Sakura: You know I'm right.
Sakura: ….
Sakura would have retorted instantly. He was just so attractive. It was blinding her. She knew it. He knew it. They both knew.
Inner Sakura: Do I sense an attraction here!
For a moment all they did was stare into each other eyes. NO words where exchanged, something else passed between them. A thousand soundless conversations, a million muted words. Jade on jade. Soul to soul. Connection. Surprisingly enough, Gaara broke the contact. He turned his head to the side, staring out at the window. His expression was like that of stone, cold and motionless.
"You know every one in the room was doubting you." , Gaara's calm inquisitive voice struck Sakura. It sounded like he was trying to hide some thing. Emotion maybe?
"No one believed in you.", he paused to look into her eyes again, "Why do you fight?" He returned his gaze to the window, "In the eyes of the audience, you where dead. Why didn't you give up? ", his expression was a cross between blank and confused. He looked hurt , but that wasn't all , there was more beneath the surface.
A long silence enshrouded them.
'I…….I can't stand being weak. I…I just didn't want to feel like the only one that can't control my destiny. The one without something special. " Sakura looked up at the ceiling. It's always hard confessing you feeling to a stranger about anything. But she knew him(some what) so she felt safer.
"I'm a daydreamer you know.", Gaara was slightly taken aback by her free speech, she didn't care who he was. , "I always dreamed of the things that I wanted to happen. I wanted love. I wanted to be accepted for who I was. I wanted a certain person to recognize me. Even though I was weak, and not the best Kunoichi around.", Tears graced her eye lids., "No one took me seriously!"
"No one cared about my existence either.", Gaara added in, his voice was hushed, but hearable.
Silence.
"But, I still fight. I know that I'm not the best. I succeed, then I fail again. Some times my life is one huge relapse. But, I know I have one person. One friend that has always been there for me. He loved me when I thought I was unlovable. He cared when no one else did. He made me push harder than I ever dreamed I could. I've climbed higher because I feel loved by him." Sakura giggled a bit, but it came out as a hiccup, "I fight to better my self, and show that I can be the best. If I try…."
"If you try.", Gaara, made eye contact with her.
"If I try," She continued in a whisper, " I know I will be the best one day."
There was another moment of silence, a lot of things where finally sinking into Gaara's head. So many unnoticed aspects of life came into the light.
"So. if I fought for something I …loved…", He faced Sakura fully. Taking her breath away with his intent filled gaze tied on to hers. You could just read the ground shattering message that was etched into the deepest soul of his eyes. His soft red hair blew slightly in the breeze of the window, some what numbing the extreme intensity of the moment.
"Would I win my battles too?", he observed Sakura in silence for a moment. Her pink hair resting lightly on the apple of her cheeks. A silent brush announced itself on her cheeks.
"Yes", a hint of mystery glinted in her eyes, " You will."
"But, do you have some one you love?" Sakura sat up. Sealing the lock and throwing away the key to the breakage of eye contact.
Gaara rose to the challenge and met her mind tenfold, "Yes, I do." His lips curled into a smile of utter romantic malice. He just grinned at her again.
"Gaara, did you kiss me?!?!?", Sakura broke her composure completely. Was it him?
For a moment Gaara when dead serious. He looked one more time out the window. It was beginning to rain. The crystal clear sky was turning into a clouded pool. Jut like his thoughts had done. He glanced at her for a second before he turned his back to her.
"Wait! You never answered my question!", Sakura yelled. She was completely flustered.
"Maybe . Maybe not."
A cloud of sand grains emerged from his orb. Within moments he materialized away into thin air. He left behind no trace of him ever being there. Void of presence Sakura pounded her head into the pillow. Her sobs of rage caused pain in her neck, causing her to sob more. Confusion soon took over her body, allowing her to slowly drift into an unconscious sleep.
Damn! I hate mysteries.
K.I.B.A
I'm so sorry for not spell checking. I'm to lazy…. I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for keeping you waiting. Make sure you review! Or not…. Hmm… it's you choice. Be for you die you will have died four times before that.