Obligation

Chapter Four

-Date 5: Aggravation-

Sakura sighed and looked at her phone once more, checking the time. Gaara wasn't there yet, but she had arrived a few minutes early anyways, so she didn't mind.

It had been about two weeks now since she had begun this horrible business arrangement with him, and she was becoming frustrated. Why wasn't he putting any moves on her? It wasn't like she wanted him to or anything, but guys were always putting moves on her, even if she didn't know them. It couldn't be that there was anything wrong with her. She was beautiful, people told her that all the time. So that must mean that something was wrong with him. Was he gay? A eunuch? Or, could he possibly, actually, maybe not find her attractive at all?

She knew these weren't real dates, at least to her they weren't, but that didn't mean that she hadn't been trying to make them seem real. She had even dressed cute for every single date. Take her outfit tonight for instance. They were just seeing a movie, but she had decided to wear a pair of tight capris that stopped above her knees, a red tank top, and a white cardigan with some white vans.

She gasped softly when there was suddenly a white daffodil in front of her face. "Hey there. Sorry to have kept you waiting." A deep voice said from behind her, though she already felt Gaara's presence looming over her.

"No problem." She said, taking the flower from him. She held it up to her face and smelled it, smiling slightly to herself. She turned around and looked up at him, taking in his appearance. He was wearing a black button up shirt that wasn't tucked into his dark, loose jeans. After her first encounter with him it was actually weird to see him in normal clothing, since she really only saw him as the mob boss, bleeding her free time dry to pay off her father's debt. "Thank you for the flower."

"Of course, though I tried to find something that could compare to your beauty, but none even came close. But this one made me think of you. So pure and elegant, yet yellow in the middle, just like sunshine." He said, seeming pleased that she was happy with his choice.

She couldn't help the soft blush that came to her cheeks, and she smelled the flower once more, a smile visible behind its petals. "It's lovely." She lowered the flower. "So what are we seeing?"

"I was thinking we could see that new Adam Sandler movie, Just Go With It. It looked pretty funny, and I heard some good things about it." He nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets, something she noticed he did quite often.

"Okay." She said.

"Alright then." He said, taking out one of his hands and offering it to her. She glanced down and then placed her hand in his own, letting him lead her over towards the box office. After they purchased their tickets they got some popcorn and drinks, and headed into the theatre. They sat down, getting pretty good seats that were nearly dead center. "So," he began, looking over at her. "How was your day at the hospital?"

She sighed. "Long." She turned her head towards him. "I had to work a twelve hour shift, starting at six this morning. And they're doing some intern of the month thing, which is completely stupid, but now I actually have to try and show up the others, since they are finally putting effort forth to get their picture put up on the bulletin board, though all that's happening is they just get in my way." She rolled her eyes. "They think it will make the head doctor want to keep them on when the year is over with."

"Well I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. After all, you went to a top medical school and made a 4.0." he assured her, patting her hand briefly before looking forward, since the lights began to die down and the movie started.

She frowned slightly but faced the screen so that she could see the movie. A few minutes in she glanced at Gaara and saw that he was staring at the screen intently. Then she looked at his hand, which was resting comfortably in his lap. Casually, as if it was normal, Sakura shifted slightly, crossing her leg and placing her hand on half of the arm rest, leaving him room should he want any. It wasn't that she wanted him to hold her hand or anything, it was just a test. A small spark shot through her when she saw his hand move, and then it plunged when he grabbed the drink from the cup holder and took a long sip before replacing it and setting his hand on his knee.

Deciding to drop the matter, she focused her attention back on the movie. About half way through, she slid her arm over the arm rest so that it was closer to him, and rolled it slightly so that her palm was almost completely face up, enough so that her intentions weren't obvious, but enough to leave him an opening.

"What are you doing?" Gaara asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression. She took her hand back instantly, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks. Thank God it was pitch black in the theatre so that it wouldn't be seen.

"Nothing." She said quickly. "My arm got a little stiff is all." Damn him and his stupidity. Perhaps he really was gay. But why ask her to go on all these dates? Was it to give off the image that he was straight? Because he'd done a good enough job of that on his own when they were at the restaurant two weeks ago when this whole thing started.

"Oh. Well here." He moved a bit, shifting in his seat so he was facing her more. He took her arm and extended it, rubbing the muscles that would have most likely been sore. "Does that feel better?"

"Yes. It's fine now." She said, trying to remain calm, though all that was going through her mind at this moment was, what the hell?

He released her then and faced forward once more. "You know if you are feeling stiff we can always leave."

"No, no. I want to see the rest of the movie." She said, crossing her arms and looking at the screen.

"Alright." He shrugged and looked forward as well, as if nothing had happened.

When the movie finished and the lights came up, they both stood and exited the theatre, throwing away their trash on their way to the front. "That was a good movie." Gaara commented.

"Mhm." Sakura said with a frown, her arms crossed once more. She stopped walking and looked at him then. "Are you gay or something?" she asked, needing to know.

He stopped, looking perplexed. "Excuse me?"

"Are you gay?" she repeated.

"Uh no." he said, looking slightly irritated, much more like the person she thought he was. "Why on earth would you think that?"

"Just wondering." She shrugged, placing her hands in her back pockets. "Do you…um…have all of your equipment?" she asked a bit hesitantly, an embarrassed blush coming to her cheeks.

He stared at her, seeming a bit more menacing than usual. "Equipment? You mean my dick?" he stated. She just nodded, unable to say anything despite her profession in the medical field. "Yes. Why?"

"Um, no reason." She laughed awkwardly, trying to wave it off. If he wasn't gay or a eunuch, then why didn't he seem attracted to her at all? Could that really mean there was something wrong with her?

"No, there's always a reason for awkward questions like that. Plus, I can tell there's more to it, because you're as red as a cherry." He pointed out, gesturing towards her cheeks.

She fanned her cheeks, trying to reduce their redness. "That's just because it's kinda hot in here." She lied.

"No it's not."

"Well it is to me." She crossed her arms then, praying that he would just drop it.

He rolled his eyes, obviously not buying it, but turned towards the exit. "Whatever you say."

She followed him, letting out a relieved sigh. Man, that was a lot more embarrassing than she had thought it would be. Partly because he had seen through her excuses, and partly because she had been expecting him to admit that he did have a fault. He stopped when they were outside and glanced back at her, waiting until she was beside him. "You know, if you really want to know or need some proof, I'd be more than willing to show you." He smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Her eyes widened. "Uh, t-that's not really necessary. I trust you."

"Well then, now that that's settled. I guess I will see you on Thursday." He smirked, enjoying her small panic.

"Yeah, see you then." She said, turning in the direction her car was in.

"See ya." He said, turning and heading the opposite way. He let a smirk slowly creep its way across his face. Everything was working perfectly. God, he was just a genius. She may pretend that she didn't care, but he knew just how crazy it was making her to know he hadn't even attempted anything with her. And God how he wanted to. She was making it so easy. Her need was almost enough to make him cave, but he kept his iron will. He would make her beg for him, if not with her words, with her body. It was only a matter of time before she caved, and when she did, he would be ready.