A/N It's to troublesome to keep coming up with stupid little things up here so I'll just go out and say it…

But man…that's to much work.

What a drag…. ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZIdontownNaruto.

The little form groaned and pushed himself up. He had a splitting headache from beind whacked in the head with something dull but pointy. What the heck…?

Opening his eyes he met Sakura's bright green ones, completely filled with sympathy and concern.

"G-g-gaara-san….are you….okay?"

He grunted an answer but Sakura found it hard to determine what it meant. After being around people like Sasuke for a while one would think Sakura was an expert.

Grabbing his shoulders tightly, Sakura heaved him up and supported him until he could get his feet under himself and walk with her into the house. All the way she apologized as sincerely as she could. Quickly setting him down on the couch for a minute, she went into the kitchen and began boiling water for tea. Going back into the room where Gaara sat Sakura noticed he had a few cuts on his head from where she had hit him.

Gaara watched, or listened, as Sakura moved about the house. First in the kitchen he could hear a faucet turning on and water boiling in a container of some assortment. Then she had come back in for a brief moment before racing up the creaky steps and going into the bathroom. When she came back down Gaara saw Sakura carried a box with words across it. He couldn't decipher the words as the box swung around but when Sakura opened it, the boy nearly jumped out of his seat.

There were needles and pill bottles and ghastly looking ointments, an entire box filled with the unspeakable and creepy. Watching her carefully and cautiously, though he betrayed nothing on his face, Gaara observed her as she pulled a small box from the mix. Opening the box she took out something else, something much worse.

"No." Gaara protested firmly. Sakura paused, surprised. Choosing to ignore him, she peeled the backing off of the band-aid. "No." He repeated again. Had she not heard? He didn't want the band-aid.

Giving him a warm smile, Gaara's stomach lurched. Whether it was the smile or the band-aid, Gaara didn't know, but at the moment he could care less. Glancing around, he looked for a way out, but Sakura's body blocked the exit to the front door and he was sitting down on a couch. Panicking, he lost every thought in the mayhem of the situation he was in.

Sakura leaned in closer and closer, seemingly inching forward. In truth, she was. It was fun to torture Gaara, and Sakura was making the most of it. The smile seemed to add on to his discomfort.

"Don't worry Gaara-chan," She teased, "It'll all be over soon."

Eyes widening, Gaara realized that his only hope of escape was through Sakura. Taking the risk was well worth it, or so he hoped. Gathering his courage and strength, Gaara, shoved his body into Sakura's slowly advancing one and bowled her over, himself with her.

Their new position was Sakura on her back on the floor with Gaara leaning over her, eyes deranged. Her smile only seemed to push him further, and even though Sakura felt a little uncomfortable herself, she chose not to say a thing.

The red head just stayed where he was, panting, looking down at Sakura. Her hair spread out in a halo around her head, her jade green eyes crinkled with mirth. Gaara felt his breath stop when she reached up to stroke his face with one hand.

"Gaara-chan…" She sang, "Gaara-chan."

Gaara felt a little warmer from the pink haired girl's contact. Then suddenly Sakura reached up with her other and plaster something on his face. Finally taking the initiative, Gaara sat back on his heels and clumsily stood up. Going over to a mirror that rested in the corner, he studied his face long and hard.

Flushed from the close contact and touch, Gaara tried to regain his cool. Calmly his eyes traveled over his face until they ended up to his forehead, a little off to one side.

A band-aid clung.

"And don't take it off Gaara-chan." Sakura warned, cracking her knuckles behind him. His eyes narrowed severely.

"Why?" He asked. "Why pink?"

"Like I told you last time, it's the only color left. Don't worry though, Gaara-chan, it looks nice on you." Giving him a small smile and little giggle, Sakura left to go check on the boiling water.

Gaara sat on the couch again, contemplating his new situation, new name and…

New damn band-aid.

Sakura's hands shook as she poured the tea into cups. She had been completely terrified at first of even the thought of herself doing that, but Sakura noticed that it was easier when she was doing it than before or after. He was Sabaku no Gaara. And I called him Gaara-chan…

Slightly embarrassed, Sakura grabbed the tea cups and brought them out to Gaara. Handing him his, Sakura took a seat on an armchair opposite him.

"So Gaara-san, why did you come over?"

He grunted into his cup. Not 'Gaara-chan' anymore? "I wanted to….apologize….for hitting you."

Cocking her head at him, Sakura thought for a moment. "But didn't I hit you?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, already his patience was worn thin. "The other day, you got between Sasuke and myself. I don't know why….but…."

The pink haired girl tried to smile. "Don't worry about it, it didn't hurt that much."

CHA! You hot bastard! That killed! It bruised! I could've died!

"Sakura-san?" Gaara asked, looking at her peculiarly. "Hm, are you awake?"

Blinking, she sat up and smiled truly. "Of course. Yes…yes." With an inner sign Sakura sipped her tea. "Thank you, Gaara-san, for the apology. Please don't trouble yourself anymore about anything from that day."

Gaara grunted something and stood up, placing his tea cup on the table to one side. Following suit, Sakura went over and opened the door for him. "And if Gaara-san can apologize, then I can too."

The red head stood outside looking at Sakura confused as she held up two empty hands in front of herself. Is she going to push me? That would be an odd apology, or maybe Kankuro would say….a sign?

Flicking her wrists a few times, Sakura produced a flower in both her hands. Handing him the two flowers she smiled. "I'm sorry for the scratch Gaara-san."

"There are two flowers here." He pointed out, completely disregarding everything else.

Repressing the urge to smack him, Sakura kept a grin plastered on her features. "Yes, one is for you, and the other is for Temari who I am sure told you to come apologize. Good night." Stepping back inside she let the door close on Gaara as he stared at the two daffodils.

Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan, Gaara-chan,…

A/N I LOVE suffixes! Heheh…chanchanchanchanchanchanchan…. :3