March
Gaara x Sakura
He was slightly broken, in need of patching up. It's a good thing Sakura is a doctor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
"He keeps complaining." A redheaded man blandly stated his eyes closed in annoyance.
"Oh really?" A pink haired doctor laughed as she stitched up the redhead's arm.
"He keeps talking about how none of the girls are as pretty as you and how he hates it being single in a new city and he wants to come home and eat Mexican food." The man opened his eyes, only to expose an intense sea foam coloring.
The woman laughed, the sound resembling bells, "Well, Naruto always has had a flare for the dramatic." She finished the stitching and cut the string, finishing up the procedure. "I really wish you wouldn't fight for a living Gaara, it seems like every other week you're in here bleeding profusely."
Gaara snorted. "And you call Naruto dramatic." He replied sarcastically fixing his eyes on the popular pinkette. "You never told me how he took it when you broke it off with him Sakura." His eyes glowed in intensity and Sakura had to pause for a minute under his intense stare.
"How Naruto always takes it." Sakura replied, her eyes slightly sad. "He put on a fake smile and said 'it's fine Sakura-chan'." He leaned against the wall of her office, staring off into the distance. "His eyes just looked so sad." She whispered, glistening around her eyelashes.
"He understood." Gaara stated blankly, "He knew as soon as he found out he was moving that it had to end, he loved you, he still loves you but he's not a fool."
"I wish I could think that way." Sakura continued leaning her head against the wall,
"Come on, you need to be cheered up." Gaara grabbed her hand and dragged her out of her office.
"I can't just leave, I have things to do!" Sakura complained but allowed herself to be led by the handsome redhead.
"Cancel it; you're coming to the gym with me." Gaara looked at the adorable young woman from his peripherals.
"How is going to your nasty, grungy gym supposed to cheer me up?" Sakura exclaimed, her bright green eyes wide in exaggeration.
"You'll see." His reply was curt as he dragged her off into his car despite her complaints.
"I don't want to go to your gym Gaara, I look gross and then all the guys are going to give me shit for looking so rough." Sakura gave the man a hard glare as he started his vehicle.
"Wow Sakura, hearing you bitch and complain is really interesting, I hope you continue doing it throughout the entire car ride." Gaara's voice was emotionless causing Sakura to flip him off in response.
"Just shut up and lay your head against the window, we'll be there in ten minutes." Gaara commanded and began to drive away from the hospital.
"Fine asshole." Sakura grumbled causing a chuckle to come from the redhead. The pinkette leaned her head against the cool window and slowly closed her eyes, sleep overtaking her.
It seemed like only a few minutes until she felt a hand on her shoulder, her waking up with a yelp and turning around to come face to face with a tattoo.
"You snore." A smooth, porcelain male face greeted her, his eyes narrowed.
"I do not!" Sakura rebutted her eyes still glazed over.
Gaara scrunched his forehead and reached a hand out, touching her mouth gently. Sakura sucked in a breath and watched the handsome male gaze at her.
"And you drool." He said calmly, while getting out of the car.
"I don't even want to be here." Sakura groaned and leaned her head against the comfortable headrest of the car.
"Get out." Gaara opened her side of the car and stared at her pointedly.
"I don't want to, I just want to sit her and have a pity party." Sakura huffed while crossing her arms across her chest.
Gaara snorted and leaned across her, causing her to raise her eyebrows in question. He quickly unbuttoned her seatbelt and easily lifted her up from her seat slinging her body over his shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sakura screeched as she was savagely being escorted into the gym.
"Escorting you into the building."
"Escorting me? More like moving me by force! Let me down right now you savage!" Sakura screamed and thrashed around causing many onlookers to laugh in amusement.
"Hello Mr. Sabaku." The receptionist looked at the redhead dreamily and gave him a seductive smile.
"Hello." Gaara replied shortly and set Sakura down on the ground, keeping his hand around her waist keeping her from running away.
"And who is this?" The receptionist narrowed her brown eyes and frowned at the uncomfortable young woman.
"My name is Sakura Haruno, it's nice to meet you." Sakura gave a smile and put her hand out in a greeting.
"Hi." The receptionist replied and turned her attention back to the male. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She gave a charming smile and blinked her eyes a couple of times.
"No." Gaara said and led Sakura up to the lockers, leaving the receptionist perturbed.
"Well she hates my guts." Sakura said awkwardly and looked back at the upset young woman.
"She's an imbecile," Was Gaara's only response.
"So what are we doing here Gaara?" Sakura leaned against the hallway wall, watching Gaara enter the men's locker room.
"Just wait here." He commanded and disappeared into the room leaving Sakura to stand alone.
He appeared shortly after with a bag thrown over his shoulder. "Come with me." He said and led her to a large room with a boxing ring in the middle.
"We're going to fight." He looked at the small pinkette and brought out gear such as shoulder pads, helmets, and boxing gloves.
Sakura simply stared at her companion.
"You must be joking."
"I'm not."
"I'm 5'6'' at the most! You're 6'6'', how the hell am I supposed to fight with you?" Sakura waved her hands in question, her face confused.
"It's not like I'm going to knock you out." Gaara's face was annoyed, "We're just going to have a little match so you can get all your frustrations out and you can stop complaining about every single goddamned thing."
Sakura pouted and grabbed the gloves from the floor. "Fine, I'm going to kick your ass." Sakura grinned and started punching the air jumping up and down.
Gaara smirked and grabbed gloves for himself, "We'll see about that."
"I am so sorry." Sakura gushed as she dabbed lightly at Gaara's bleeding nose.
"What the fuck kind of left hook was that?" Gaara groaned and glared at her.
"I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" Sakura frowned and kept dabbing at the blood.
"Well you did." He huffed and kept glaring.
Sakura laughed and knocked her forehead against his lightly, sitting on the bench in the locker room. "Don't be such a baby." She lifted his head slightly, causing their eyes to lock.
"Every time I see you, it seems like you're broken." She whispered; a small smile on her face.
"As long as you're there to fix me." Gaara whispered back, his eyes trained on her pretty face.
Sakura blushed under his intense stare and continued trying to clean his bloodied face.
"You know, I believe him." Gaara's eyes never moved.
"Believe what?" Sakura cocked her head to one said in question.
"When Naruto said that there were no girls as pretty as you where he moved." Gaara's eyes looked lazy and hungry.
Sakura's hands stopped moving and her green eyes widened at the surprisingly gentle gesture from the usually stoic fighter.
Gaara lifted up Sakura's hand, kissing it lightly, his eyes still locked with hers. "You've fixed me Sakura." He whispered into her hand, his cool breath ghosting over her skin. "Now it's time for me to fix you." He continued holding her hand as he brought her body closer to his, pressing his lips to hers.
March=done.