Obligation
Chapter Twelve
-Thief-
Sakura hummed to herself as she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. She had just gotten off work about an hour ago, and had immediately come home to shower off the smell of the hospital. By home, she obviously meant Gaara's mansion, since she had been completely moved in two days ago, and had been staying with him since the night they first made love.
She smiled at the memory. Ever since then they had performed numerous sexual acts, and she just couldn't get enough of him. He was like a drug. A tall, sexy drug of a man. Satisfied that she was clean, she turned off the shower and stepped out, drying herself off. She knew Gaara wouldn't be home for another few hours, and so she walked into her closet and put on some black yoga pants and a black tank top. Then she walked back out into the bathroom and began to brush her tangled wet locks.
She froze when she heard a strange noise, and her mind whirred with the possibilities of what it could be. Could it be the housekeeper? No, she only came on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And it couldn't be an animal, since Gaara didn't own any pets. But she hadn't been here long, she didn't yet know what sounds were normal or not. Her entire body tense with suspense, she quickly put on some socks and shoes. It had sounded as if someone was trying to get in the house, but that was impossible. Not only did Gaara have an impeccable alarm system, he also had cameras everywhere.
As she snuck into the bedroom, she grabbed the gun Gaara had given her, holding it close to her body with shaky hands. She still wasn't a very good shot, but she had been going to the local shooting range when she had the time, figuring it wouldn't hurt to learn.
Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, she crept through the house, cautiously checking around the corners for an intruder, even going so far as to crawl as inconspicuously as she could on the floor, so as not to be seen. After peeking in every room downstairs, she made her way up the steps and did the same on the second floor. Still not finding anything, but not fully satisfied that things were okay, she went back downstairs and out the back door, checking the backyard.
She walked around the swimming pool, pressing herself against the fence and trying to stay in the shadows of the early evening. She made her way into the garden, holding her gun out in front of her just in case. Hearing a rattle coming from one of the large bushes to her right, she pointed her gun at it, trying to steady the fast beating of her heart. "Whoever you are, come on out, or I'll shoot." She warned, surprised her voice had stayed calm. She screamed suddenly when something jumped out of the large shrubbery, quickly stepping back in alarm.
It was only a small, white rabbit, she began to laugh shakily, lowering her gun and placing a hand over her heart. "Oh God." She sighed in relief. "You know," she looked at the rabbit, which was munching on a leaf of one of the flowers. "For a minute there, I actually thought I needed to be afraid."
"You still do." A dark voice said in her ear. She froze, but before she could turn around, something hard hit her on the back of the head, and her world went black.
Sakura gasped loudly when she was abruptly awakened with ice cold water. She sputtered, shaking her head to get the water out of her face and then shivered, trying to move but found the task impossible. She twisted a bit in order to see why, and realized that her wrists were tied to the handles of the chair she was sitting it. They were so tight, that the fibers were digging painfully into her wrists. Even her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. She looked up when she saw a figure from her peripheral vision and went wide eyed. "Wh-who are you?" she demanded, her teeth chattering.
"I've been waiting a long time for you Sakura." He smirked. He was a pretty good looking man, with short brown hair. He was wearing a suit, and there was another man beside him, who looked wild more than anything else. He was holding a bucket and staring down at Sakura's chest, since the cold had affected her body, and she wasn't wearing a bra.
"You've been waiting for me?" she glared, not fully understanding what was going on. "What do you want from me?"
"Oh I don't want anything from you." He said with a slow step towards her. He grabbed her cheeks in his hand and forced her emerald gaze into his dark, flat blue. "And not necessarily waiting for you…I've just been waiting. Gaara's had the upper hand for so long. So, so long. Until you came along, I didn't have a chance of winning, but now I do. Do you know how much power that man has…I mean really, the resources he has at his disposal are nearly limitless, and it's about time he stepped down from his pedestal."
"You are no match for Gaara and the fact that you had to resort to kidnapping only proves that you're the weak one, not him." she seethed, glaring defiantly at him.
"No see." He said, stroking her cheek. "We're not honorable. We don't care if it's dirty. If you can get the upper hand. You take it. And finally, I'm going to put a bullet in that brilliant little head of his." He smacked her cheek hard, taking a hold of her face once more and forcing his lips on hers. "Ah." He pulled back, looking blissful. "No wonder he let you in. You're so tempting."
"Don't touch me." She ordered, jerking her face from his grasp, her cheek still stinging from his hit.
He just laughed, "Don't worry pretty little flower. You'll be seeing your fiancé," he touched the diamond on her left hand with his index finger, admiring the ring. "Very soon."
Gaara walked into his house, unbuttoning his jacket and rolling his neck a bit as he tried to relax. "Sakura! I'm home." He called, fiddling with his watch as he took is off. He looked around the foyer and listened for anything. It was eerily silent and that was not something he was accustomed to anymore. He set his watch down as well as his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He walked over to a decorative end table and opened the drawer, reaching in and pulling out a gun.
He cocked it quickly and headed into the house. Normally, Sakura was home by now, and she should be since she didn't have the night shift for a while. But then where was she? Usually there was the sound of a television or her talking on the phone. But this, "Sakura…" he called again, holding up his gun and inspecting his entire mansion. Every room seemed to set him on edge, but the lights were on, which meant Sakura had to have been there. She was a freak about turning lights off when they left the house for any set amount of time.
After he finished his combing, he went into his own bedroom. It seemed in order, just like everything else. And he hadn't seen her outside. He walked back out into the main hall and hit one of the panels, revealing a camouflaged door. He went in and shut it, looking around the surveillance room. There were monitors along the wall that were hooked up to two different computers. There was a screen for every camera around his house.
Gaara scanned the screens trying to find anything abnormal around his house. He stopped on the one that was in his backyard and squinted as he leaned forward. He messed with a few knobs and zoomed in seeing something on the ground. He left the room quickly, and headed out back, flipping on the porch and patio lights as he walked around the massive pool.
His blood turned thick in his veins as he kneeled down and picked up the gun he'd given Sakura. There was a tattered piece of paper beneath it. He picked it up, only holding the tip, intent on lifting fingerprints from it later.
Gaara,
You should have kept a better eye on your prize.
-The Viper
He lifted his hand to his mouth, pressing the back of it so he wouldn't yell. If he did, he knew his rage would get the better of him and he wouldn't be able to think rationally. He took in a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He stood from his kneeling position and walked back into the house, visibly shaking from his inner turmoil. This was the last straw. He was going to find the rest of these snakes and kill them. Because no one threatened Sakura. No one.