Disclaimer: no own. And I desperatly made myself refuse to put a certain uchiha as the hero. I just wanted drama drama. Erm.. please read and enjoy?

Thank you:

Twisted Musalih

Cerridwen-Maiden

SerevusHermione

OH. IMPORTANT: if you haven't noticed. I replaced that author note with a real chapter. So yeah.

---

Chapter seven

Gaara??

Oh thank you Kami!

"Aa. Sabaku."(I can't remember how you spell it..) itachi raised himself to stand straight and tall. Gaara had his hands in his pockets, along with an emotionless expression plastered to his face.

"Uchiha" he glared.

"Is something wrong Sabaku? As you can see, I'm a bit busy." Itachi's hand gripped my face. His face now only inches from mine, until

BAM.

I gasped at the sudden action. Holy CRAP. Gaara punched Itachi!!

"I told you to get away from her Uchiha" Gaara glared. Itachi stood, wiping blood from his face.

"And if I dont?" I could just see his smirk.

"Then I'll kill you." Gaara growled.

Itachi took one step. "Do you really think you could? I'm stronger than that blonde idiot." He said, his voice more stern.

Blonde?

What??

"You're right. Deidara was nothing. But I'm sure you're just the same." Gaara bit out.

"Is that a challenge Sabaku?" Itachi growled, taking another step.

"And if it is?" Gaara took a step this time. Itachi smirked.

"Then I accept"

"Good."

And then fists went flying. I watched all this unfold, right before my eyes. What is going on? What's wrong with me?

Why is my life the fucked up one?

I snapped back to reality. I looked at the two, seeing only Gaara's face as Itachi's back was facing me. Gaara's lip was bleeding. His shirt was ripped and his cheek bruised. He glared at Itachi with absolute hate in his eyes.

HOW DARE HE HURT MY MAN.

I mean friend.

Man friend.

Yeah that's it.

Gah! Whatever!

"Stop stop! Stop this!" I ran in between the two fighting men, pushing them both back. My hands extended and my eyes closed shut tight, looking toward the floor.

"Just stop" I said a bit above a whisper. It was silent until Itachi spoke.

"We're finished for now Sabaku." He said. "See you soon Blossom." He kissed my cheek harshly and roughly. Then he left. I stood there, dropping my hands. And then I fell to my knees.

And I brokedown.

I cried. Letting the tears flow swiftly down my cheeks, and hit the cold pavemnt beneath me. I choked. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I couldn't take it anymore. Everything was spinning out of control. I was so confused. There was so much going on.. what was I going to do? What could I say anymore? How much more could I take? Who could I trust? Who would even be there...

And then I felt his arms around me, pulling me. They were strong and lean. I bent forward, gripping his shirt. I cried harder, and he held me through the whole thing. I sobbed and he rubbed my back. I soaked his shirt, and he was still there for me.

In the end.

He was there.

And this time.

I wasn't alone.

------

It seemed like hours until I stopped my constant crying. But when I finally looked up.

Gaara was there.

And I could help but smile at his worried expression.

"Thank you Gaara..." I whispered softly, as I started to stand. He did too, soon after.

"Anything for you, Sakura" he kissed my forhead.

Was this a dream?

Cause this wasn't funny.

I have this weird feeling.

Like butterflies and tingles..

"I should probably get home." I said quietly as he looked at me.

"I'll walk you" and everything just seemed to change. For the first time, I think I know this for for.

I think...

I'm in love with Gaara.

"Come on" I heard him call softly, I felt his hand grab mine. I looked up at him, and put on a small smile. Nodding, as I began to walk.

His hand was still in mine.

When we arrived at my door, he finally let go, mumbling a quick sorry.

He was so adorable...

"Thank you Gaara." I kissed his cheek and walked in my door. My parents stood in the living. When they opened their mouthes, I put my hand up.

"Save it. Because frankly, I don't care. You" I pointed to my mother. "Can leave. I don't give a rat's ass on why you're here. Since then, till now. You are dead to me. I'm going to bed. Goodnight." And I walked up to my room and closed the door without another word.

Sighing, I crawled into bed and wrapped the blankets around me, taking in the warmth and comfort while laying my head lightly on the soft pillow.

Tonight was over.

And tomorrow has just began.

I wonder what was in store for me now...

---

//AN\\: OH MY GOSH. Please review. Sorry this sucked. And is short. I stayed up all night writing and typing.

I DESERVE A REVIEW. I'm sick as fuckk.

Sore throat, coughing and sneezing blood. Can't even eat. Headache. Runny and stuff nose. And YES. I'M GIVING YOU A SOB STORY

Lol.

Review?

It'll make me update faster, the more I see.

Thanks dears.

-Henea-Chan