I apologize for now releasing this chapter, I was really really sick and I still am. I have a very bad ear infection and dengue fever (which is fatal)
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So I jus want u to know I wasn't sticking and even though it's a day late I hope u enjoy it. Oh don't worry bout me I'm on a very long road to recovery BUT I'm recovering right?
I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm missing school.
I do apologize if this chapter has a lot of faults in it, my head is still very fuzzy and I can't pick out much of the mistakes. When I get better I'll fix them all properly.
Well read and enjoy!
Chapter 5
I spotted Gaara, standing at the intersection of the road. His features confused as he stared at me, flicking his wrist the sand came back to him and poured into the gourd. Hesitantly he took a step forward, I mirrored his actions and before I knew it I was slowly walking towards him, gratefulness emanating from my body.
Suddenly a woman screamed.
"What are you doing girl? RUN!" yelled a woman.
I spun around to see a building mass of people shouting and yelling.
"Get away from her you demon!" screamed a man in the amassing mob.
An object came hurtling through the air in Gaara's direction, the sand shot up; his absolute defense, shielding him. They reeled backwards screaming in fear; Gaara remained in his position and the sand filtering back into the gourd.
Then it hit me, these people thought Gaara was trying to kill me!
The now angry, rage filled mob was now moving closer to where we were standing.
"You cursed, filthy demon! Get away from the girl now!" shrieked another woman.
"I saw you pull down the building to make it look like the building crushed her, when all you wanted to do was kill squash her with your sand!" screamed a woman, who I assumed to be the same person.
More objects were hurtled towards Gaara. Reaching my hand into my ninja pouch I pulled my shurikens and sent them flying at the object intercepting their trajectory.
"STOP!" I hollered to the encroaching crowd.
Surprisingly they did.
"He didn't try to kill, me he saved me! His sand saved me from the falling debris of the building. The building you said he pulled down collapsed because, the foundation was under strain and I was caught in its path," I hollered again, the pitch of my voice lowering.
"Why do you protect this demon bastard? He tried to kill you! What spell has he cast on you to make you so blind to this fact?" shrieked a woman while pushing herself to the front of the mob. She was a mousy looking thing whose eyes never saw past Gaara having a demon in him.
"I'm not under any jutsu! Why can't you people see that he helped me and bypass the fact that yes he does have a demon in him!" I screamed at the woman, my voice raising an octave higher.
Oh how I wanted to beat the hell of that woman for accusing the man who saved my life was trying to kill me.
She scoffed and placed her hands on her hips.
"Someone go get a jounin to release this girl from this spell she's under!" she shouted to the crowd.
Oh mark my words woman you got it coming from me!
"He saved me you ass!" I growled, all patience lost.
"Why do you defend him so? Does he have some form of significant meaning to you?" shouted a man in the recesses of the crowd.
Significant meaning?
I was speechless; I opened my mouth to speak then closed it. From once in my life I didn't have a comeback.
"Well?" demanded someone.
"He's the man who saved my life … a friend," I said loudly and clearly.
The crowd of people gasped in horror at my statement. I regretted my choice of words as they left my lips.
Oh no! I'm in big trouble now! Think before you speak you idiot!
"She's infatuated with the monster! We must get him out of our village!" shrieked a woman.
"NO! STOP!" I screamed, but no one heeded me this time.
I drew forth my kunai in attempt to stop them from hurting Gaara, though I knew it was in vain but, I had to do something. I stood my ground as I watched the angry mob run towards us. Kunai in hand, ready to fight for my savior.
Oh how you people are so wrong about him! Why can't you see that he just wants to help and make amends for his past actions?
All of a sudden the crowd stopped.
"Where'd he go?" a man yelled angrily.
I whirled around to find Gaara gone, only a few particles of sand floated around the area which previously stood.
I exhaled sharply and jumped up onto the roof, forgetting about the mob of people. Where had he gone? He just left me like that? I sprang from roof top to roof top looking for him, checking in alleyways, old abandoned buildings. I stopped on the highest building in the village hoping that I could spot him. Shielding my eyes from the sun I scanned my surroundings hoping I could spot his blood red hair.
"Where are you Gaara?" I whispered to myself.
I give up…
I had been searching countless hours for Gaara and was just at my breaking point.
I heard the gurgling of a nearby stream.
Oh yeah! I'm close to the stream; I'll just go there to rest and prepare myself for some mega punishment from my sensei and when my mom finds out.
I sighed tiredly, I was really afraid of what my parents would do when they heard I hadn't shown up to do my mission for the day. I shoved those thoughts aside and focused on how good it'll feel to soak my tired aching feet in the cold water.
Wearily I pushed through the thin forest which hid the river from the public's eye. Only a few people knew that this stream existed and I was happy for that, right now solitude was all I wanted. I smiled as I saw the stream, the water looked so inviting.
Then just like that, after all those long hours of searching, there he was… Gaara. He was sitting on the bank staring sadly at the river, or what I interpreted to be sadness in his face. Putting my hands on my hips I walked towards him.
"Hey there stranger!" I called.
He didn't move, but I knew he heard me.
"What you doing here by yourself?" I asked, despite knowing the answer.
I plopped down beside him, making sure to leave more than an arms length distance between us.
"Aren't you gonna answer me?" I questioned, turning towards him.
I reached a hand forward to poke him.
"Why did you defend me?" he asked his voice in a low grumble.
"You were wrongly accused," I replied, dropping my hand to my lap.
His eyes narrowed.
"I don't see that as a reason to help me..." he stated.
"No one ever helps me," he mumbled silently.
"Gaara you saved me from being crushed and they thought you were trying to kill me!" I argued,"Gaara they were going to try and hurt you… I just couldn't let them."
Inhaling deeply I clamed myself down.
"People just don't understand you and judge you for your past actions" I said more calmly.
"And you think you understand me?" he growled," all my life I've been thought of as a monster! My own uncle who I thought loved me tried to kill me, my father also ordered people to kill me and the villagers! They avoided me like I was a plague!"
He was standing now, his body towering over my sitting one. His fisted hands were shaking as if he were probably trying hard to control the shakaku inside of him. It was probably eating away at him right now; the emotions from today's earlier events had probably awakened him. And I also in maybe some little way had a part to play in it.
I stood, bringing myself to my full height and faced Gaara. I gazed at him softly; those beautiful sea foam green eyes shouldn't be so confused, lonely and lost. There and then under the shrouded sun on the grassy bank of the small winding stream, I decided to try my best and befriend this boy. My heart ached to help him, to ease some of his emotional burden.
I reached forward grasping his arm, pulled him and hugged him. Yes I the weakest ninja in the village was touching much less hugging sakabu no Gaara, one of the most feared ninjas in the land.
I winded my arms around his waist and held him close, my cheek resting against his. He went rigid in in my embrace and began to tremble.
Had this boy really received no love in his life?
"Don't worry… I'll protect you from those villagers and… thank you for saving me earlier" I whispered into his ear.
Turning my head I pecked him on his cheek and released him from my embrace.
He was still trembling, his faced twisted into a confused expression and his eyes, those beautiful eyes were locked on mine.
"Your welcome," he muttered and he turned to walk away.
"You're not thinking of leaving me are you," I called after him," also I don't think it's a good idea to go out in the village yet, they're still looking for you."
He stopped in his tracks, turned and walked back towards me before sitting back down on the stream's bank.
"Why did you call me your friend?" he asked.
"Cause I wanna be your friend," I replied and sat down by him, much closer than the previous time.
He looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"Hn," he grunted.
"What is your name?" he questioned.
"Haru," I replied, smiling at him.
"Yours?" I asked playfully.
"Gaara," his voice in the usual low grumble.
Slipping off my shoes I slide my feet into the stream. The water was biting cold but at the same time soothing to my aching feet. He was still watching me, observing the motions I made.
"Umm… if you don't mind me asking, why are you still here?" I asked Gaara.
"I wanted to stay and help"
"Help with what?"
"Help with repairing this village"
"Really?"
"Hn"
"That might be impossible now considering what happened earlier, so I dunno what you're gonna do now. Are you going to go back?"
"Hn… I'm here to help"
I didn't bother to ask any more questions or make any small talk.
The light was beginning to fade. The sky was on fire as the hues of orange, red and fuchsia burned away at the clouds. Gaara and I had been sitting here for hours and I needed to head back home. I gazed at him; he sat in a meditative position with his arms wrapped around his body. His eyes were gently closed, his face looked so serene.
Such a shame he doesn't actually look like this. What are you thinking about?
I sighed loudly as I stood, I glanced at him again. Lightly I placed my hand on his shoulder to let him know I was leaving. His eyes flew open as he felt my touch and cringed away from me.
I raised an eyebrow; flicking my hand in the stream I splashed water at him. He seemed so baffeled at my reaction.
Ah you poor boy…
"I have to go now. It's late and my mom will be looking out for me… so bye!" I said before poking him in the forehead.
He frowned; a VERY angry frown. I giggled, peals of laughter falling from my lips, before I actually sort of kind of knew him, I would have been so afraid just to touch him or much less be laughing at his expression.
"Well see you around!" I chuckled as I walked through the trees.
My last sight of Gaara was him sitting alone on the stream's bank staring after my with a very vexed calculating expression on his face.
Well don't yah think it's about time we know little miss madam's name? I think so too!
Hmm well now after this it's time to see Gaara's side of the story and what he thinks of her calling him a friend?
Tune in next time on Unbiased Eyes
(These chpts are getting way longer! ^~^ ) so i changed her name :/ didn't want to but Stella's comment made sense *cries* sooooooooooo i gave her a name with meaning... hidden meaning *evil laughter*