Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or it's characters.

I re-did this chapter. For those who had read the previous '3rd' chapter, there have been a few changes.

Chapter 3

Weeks flew by, suddenly months also, time seemed like if was fast forwarding, and sometimes Gaara felt as if that fateful meeting was tearing him apart... and then...it happened...

He was in his room doing his homework, he didn't really like doing any kind of homework but it had to be done. That's what he told himself but the real reason he was so focused in his homework was just so that he wouldn't think of the pink haired girl. He admitted that he had come to be very obsessive over her, and after months of trying to find her he thought to himself that maybe that meeting was just a one time thing. Although he hoped that one day he would be able to look at those beautiful eyes of her again.

After doing his homework he started reading a book since he wasn't very sleepy, even though it was almost midnight and everyone else in the house was asleep. As of late, he wasn't sleeping well, his brother even asked him once that if something was wrong with him, but Gaara just shrugged it off saying that it was nothing.

While reading his book, he kept hearing something outside his window. He thought it was just an animal but then he started hearing sobbing. He listened in more closely to hear any other kind of noise, but he only kept on hearing the same sobbing noise. He ignored it, thinking it must be one of his neighbors under an emotional breakdown. He didn't really associate with any of his neighbors.

After some time he had gotten tired of the noise. He got up, wanting to check who was crying like that, but what he saw when he looked out the window made him go wide-eyed. He felt his heart stop and he was holding in his breath.

The pink haired girl that he had always been looking for was right outside of his window laying on the ground, bleeding from various cuts on her body. Right then she looked up with pleading eyes.

Gaara didn't know what happened to her or why she was there at his house when it was midnight.

Without even thinking about it, he helped her in through the window, laid her down on his bed and started to clean off the blood and the dirt that had gotten on her.

He was shaking as he did so, not because he was frightened, but because the girl he had been dreaming about suddenly appeared outside his window bloody and bruised. He was shaking with anger, wondering who in their right mind would leave a girl looking like this.

He didn't ask or say anything as he cleaned her off. Although he was mad, he was being very gentle with her, because this was the first time he had any contact with her. He didn't want to do something wrong and hurt her more. They just sat there in silence as he tended to her wounds. Until she said something, almost in a whisper. "..I'm sorry."

He had never heard her speak before, and although her first words to him were not pleasant ones, he still liked the fact that she had spoken to him. He always had dreams about her, but in his dreams, she never spoke. Just by hearing those two word she said made him almost shiver in a delight he thought he'd never get. Her voice was sweet and tender, that it calmed him. But at the same time it infuriated him more, to think that someone with such a sweet voice could be taken advantage of.

With great effort he tried not to stutter or reply with a harsh tone since he was still very upset at the state she had come to him, "..I-It's okay.." his voice came out shaky and uneven, mentally cursing himself for stuttering. "But.. what happened to you?.. and-" he gestured to his window "why... where you outside my window?"

It really didn't matter to him why or how she had gotten there, he was just really happy that he got to see her again. Although it had been in a weird situation where she just suddenly appeared outside his window. On the other hand he was very concerned about what had happened to her. It pained him as if her injuries were his.

She had a gash on her right arm near her shoulder that was about 5 inches long. She also had a few small cuts on her face and arms but the most noticeable thing was the bruise that was around her neck. It looked as if someone tried to strangle her.

Sakura thought hard about how she was going to answer his question. She didn't want to tell him about her being a faery, or about the details on how she had had gotten her injuries. The feelings she had for him would be considered love, but she didn't want to freak him out by telling him about her origin.

She decided not to tell him of what happened, until it would be necessary for him to know. She just hoped that he would let her stay in his house for the time being. She was hiding from people that she didn't want to be found by.

She looked at him with sad eyes and said "i can't tell you what happened, or why I was outside your window, I was just looking for a place to stay... and you're the only human who has seen me.. so I thought I could ask for help."

Gaara thought for a while about what she had said, although he was more focused on her eyes than anything else. She still had that mesmerizing look in her eyes, just like the first time he had looked at her, but this time they were filled with a sadness that made his heart turn. She said she couldn't tell him about why she was there with him so he wasn't going to press the matter. Although he didn't know her, he was willing to help her on anything that she asked of him. He felt a pull towards her, and just the thought of not helping her out made him feel devastated for some reasons unknown to him. Even though he had only seen her once before, he wanted for her to feel safe and secure.

Gaara looked at her, although he felt his cheeks burning he didn't look away. "..uh.. well you could just.. you know.. just stay here if you want.. it's okay with me.." well it would be okay as long as Gaara's mom never found out about it.

He had never brought a girl home so he didn't know how his parents would react. They once told him that it would be okay if one day he did bring a girl home so his parents would get to know her. But bringing a girl home and keeping a girl in his room were two completely different things. He would have to make up excuses so that no one would go into his room, but he knew he could do it. He would do anything if it was for the beautiful pink haired girl that he had become so madly obsessed with.

Sakura felt relieved at what Gaara had said, although she felt guilty for not being able to tell him the truth. She would repay him for helping someone like her, who he doesn't even know at all.

"Thank you... but if I'm to stay here, it would be better if I knew your name" Sakura said while keeping in her curiosity, since she always wanted to know what his name was. Ever since she started watching after him when he was younger.

"M-my name's Gaara.." Gaara said as he blushed.

'Gaara'...she would remember that name.

"And yours?" Gaara asked nervously. He would finally know the name of the girl he had always been thinking of.

"My name is..Sakura"

Gaara smiled, thinking that not only was she beautiful but she also had a beautiful name. Sakura...