When she woke up the next morning Sakura lay in bed for a long time, contemplating her situation. She had Gaara in her apartment even now. How the hell was she supposed to deal with this? Was she expected to feed him too? What did they want of her? She wasn't a housewife. She could hardly take of herself, let alone another human being, a grown man. Would she be expected to amuse Gaara as well? She smiled, imagining taking him to amusement parks, the zoo, like a mother.
She wasn't a mother at all. She searched her body and could not find a motherly bone in it.
She was nervous.
Gathering her courage she stepped out of her room.
There was a complete stranger, naked from the waist up, sitting cross legged on the floor in her living room. It took Sakura a moment to associate this man with Gaara's face. She supposed that meant she had done a good job rearranging his features then; if she couldn't even recognize him herself.
"Good morning." She said, and Gaara opened his eyes. She smiled; yes, this face was much kinder, though his expression did little to show it. "Do you drink coffee?" She asked.
Gaara shook his head. "Good." Sakura said cheerfully. "Because I don't have any in my house. Terrible stuff – messes your system right up. Will you have breakfast with me?"