Lithium

Chapter 2


Re-cap

…As the female was knocked out, due to this Darious pistol whipping her in the face with the back of the gun, he watched as her body moved at the impact and hit the wall, knocking her head against it hard. The male laughed lightly, putting the gun back into his baggie pants and grabbing her shoulders, dragging her out of the store and onto the sidewalks. The darkness slightly hiding her body against the building.


His footsteps, light as he moved through the streets of the Ghetto. He could have taken his car, but this street wasn't too far away from the office that he hated so much. Jade eyes glared at every other female that dared to look at him with fake lust and desire in their eyes; Hair matted to their face, clothes dirty and far to short for them.

Cars drove by, some usually honking their horns, or calling the females over to their passenger window, exchanging money value of certain things they wanted. How could a male want a prostitute for.. 'pleasure' when they could very well carry any disease? Of course, Gaara wasn't new to sex, nor the pleasure of it; he had many females in his life, during his teen years; some of the most reckless years he had ever had, until he got more mature with his decisions.

He'd usually bring home a woman, glare at his older siblings and bring her up to his room, locking the door and fucking them senseless, only to kick them out when the awoke from their stupor. Gaara, when he was younger, had been a very fast moving man. He had a girl for every week, just to satisfy himself - but it usually never helped him achieve that certain pleasure most people had.

Lack of love between the one he fucked? He didn't know then, and he still didn't know now. Though, he grew out of it rather quickly once his father died, and became the young mature man he was now. Raising his watch and moving the dark jacket away from the Rolex watch he was wearing, he could see it was about 9:35. He wasn't all that late, plus, he could pick out 'Tasha very easily. She'd probably be on the dance floor, drink in hand and dancing with the females she said she was bringing.

A couple of people walked past him, eyeing his clothes, immediately saying to each other that they should jump him. It was sad when people thought they could randomly take out someone who looked rich. Well, Gaara was rich in a way; he made enough money to last him the rest of his life, Though because he had a bad life when he was younger, he got into many, many fights. He'd actually went underground and joined and illegal bare-knuckle fighting competition.

He hadn't won when he first went there; he actually got beat down pretty bad, but as the years went on, and the more he participated the better he got and he managed to win the tournaments from when he was 14 to 17 years old, before quitting. The movement of something near a small business named 'Lithium' - Which, to Gaara, seemed odd for a store to be named after something on the periodic table. The sound of a can moving slightly, before falling over, revealing a small female, managing to push herself up onto her knee's, using her hands to help her as well.

She was apparently having a problem with standing up; her hair covered her face, so he couldn't take a look at who it was - not that he cared at all. Slowly, his own feet came to a stop on their own, his body slightly hidden by the lack of light in the area; His jade eyes lightly illuminated by the full moon looming over the area.

A soft grunt came from the female's mouth, trying to grasp the brick wall beside her. She managed to get up, throwing herself against the bricks, right hand moving to her face; shoulders wincing as skin came into contact with skin. Shoulders started to shudder, as her head raised, hair brushing out of her face, reveling a dark blue spot on her cheek, near her jaw line, indicating her jaw was obviously broken in that place. The thing that caught him off-guard slightly, was that she wasn't crying.

Anyone who had broken a bone, would cry, depending on what type of person they were. This female now caught some interest in him. Something sparking in his chest, the voice in the back of his mind telling him to move forwards and help the woman. But that wasn't Gaara. Gaara was a cold person, he didn't care, and he only loved himself.

"…Shit." Her voice was low, but enough to be heard, even if it was slightly slurred. Her body tensed, indicating it hurt when she moved her mouth - which would have been obvious.


Opening her eyes, she looked around, trying to figure out exactly where she was. She could see silver, and black plastic, finally, she realized where she was. She was in front of her store, behind the garbage cans. But how did she even get here? Eyes widening, she remembered Darious' gun pointed at her face, barrel in her cheek. He threatened to kill her if she didn't get the damned Ja Rule Cd. No one really cared about him anyways, that and he sucked! I mean, Eminem would have been better.

Moving her arm, she let her legs feel around, hitting something hard, making a small metallic sound before a loud bag and rolling against the pavement, indicating that she had managed to knock over the garbage can. Bringing her arms in towards her chest, and her knee's towards her stomach, she sat on her hands and knees for a moment before slowly pushing herself up, arms shaky and felt like they were about to give out at any moment.

Taking in a deep breath through her nose she exhaled slowly, using her right hand to try and find the building behind her. Once her fingers brushed against the grainy substance of bricks, she slowly pulled herself up, using most of her strength. Remembering to when she was in the store, pushed up against the wall, before feeling something coming into contact with the side of her face, she let her head raise up lightly, hair moving out of her face and eyes; hand moving to come into contact with her cheek. As her skin came into contact with her jaw, she winced, a sharp intake of cold air moved through her nose and into her lungs, causing her to shudder lightly, noticing now, how cold it was outside.

Tears were the least of her concerns right now, she could hear peoples footsteps walking past, ignoring the 21 year old. She had put up with being hurt for most of her life, so having a broken jaw didn't really mean much. Though, she needed to go to the hospital, but she didn't have enough money, nor health insurance to help her. She growled lowly, moving her lips lightly…

"…Shit."

She tensed incredible, eyes closing tightly, before opening them again, and leaning against the wall a little bit more. Breathing slowly, she started to push herself off the wall, letting her hand fall to her side limply, before she let her feet move towards the barred door. She made it with the first step. Her left foot raised, moving in front of her, before giving out once her foot came into contact with the cement. She could feel her body free-falling towards the ground, the short distance only giving it about 3 seconds before she hit face first, probably breaking more bones in her face than intended. But something didn't happen.

She had been caught. Someone had managed to dive in front of her, using their forearms to garb underneath her shoulders, and hoisted her up into a standing position, her weight leaving her and acting completely limp against the one holding her up. Letting her tri-colored eyes move up the body of someone who obviously had class of some sort, or was rich, her eyes came into contact with cold jade eyes, that were obviously glaring at her.

Blue mixed with yellow and bright green clashed against his eyes, a mixture of emotions running through her eyes freely, while his showed absolutely nothing but her own reflection back at her. His red hair seemed to complement his eyes, the black around his eyes seemed to be something similar to eye-liner, or tattoo's, but she had seen something like that around her eyes once in a while, when she rarely slept. A kanji tattoo was written on his forehead, showing that it said 'Love' or 'Ai' for the Japanese. She wondered who'd get a tattoo of that written on their forehead.


She had been staring at him like she was a horny school-girl who hadn't gotten laid in over a year. He glared at her harshly, causing her to finally take notice and lower her head, trying her best to move out of his firm grip on her. He wasn't a doctor, but he could tell that she was extremely weak, and couldn't even hold up her own weight.

What had happened to her, he hand no idea, but it didn't seem all to much to just lose all your energy after laying on the ground for god knows how long. But her eyes, when she was looking at him, seemed to hold pain, sadness and show she was extremely tired. The way she cowered when he glared at her seemed a bit off but he ignored it. Adjusting her weight a bit, he made it so that he threw her up into his arms, right arm moving around her lower back, and left arm underneath her kneecaps.

Of course, this earned a grunt of disapproval from the female, but he ignored her. She tried to get out of his grasp by placing her hands onto his chest and push away, but her strength completely lacked in doing so.

'Why are you helping her?'

His own little 'inner-voice' as he's come to know since he was a child. He always had this voice within his mind. Of course, only he knew in some type of fear, if he told anyone they would ridicule him more than what he already was. But, this question that it asked him. Why? Why was he helping this female that seemed to just pop up from behind a garbage can in this Ghetto? Usually, he'd watch for a moment, before leaving. But she cause his attention. Made him have a small feeling in the bottom of his stomach that he couldn't place.

When his eyes watched as she shuddered in pain, something inside of him seemed to tug at him to help her, screaming out like something was going to happen, like an animal was raging at seeing this woman hurt, and suddenly pissed off that she was hurt. He was one to love watching someone being in pain - he usually caused it. But this, this was completely different. He was angry at himself when his own body move on accord when her foot gave out on her, causing her to cascade towards the pavement. The way her eyes closed waiting for the impact… it was just odd. Any normal person would instant try and block their face by using their arms; but she didn't.

Why the hell was he so concerned!? Why did he want to help her suddenly? Why did he stick around and watch? Why the hell did he have to come down here and to see this happening, and then to start caring even remotely?

So many questions was bombarding his mind, and he was trying to block them out. He had enough stress with work and his... siblings trying to find him a girl so he could settle down. Now he had to deal with this female. She had finally given up struggling against him and just let him carry her to the nearest hospital, which, thank God, wasn't too far away. Maybe about half a block at the most.


The two entered through the mechanical doors, eyes watching as they opened for the two. Gaara moved towards the front desk, letting his eyes roam around the room which wasn't filled with too many people that needed some type of medical help. Coming to a glass window with a hole, he waited for the nurse - who was filling something out - to look up at him.

Giving a small cough, to finally grab her attention, she looked up, dark brown hair falling over her face; bright blue eyes glanced at him with a surprised look before smiling seductively at him. She then took notice of the female in his arms who was looking at her with a bored look and one to tell her to stop paying attention to him, and to her more.

"She's needs a doctor."

The nurse nodded, signaling them to go sit down in a chair and wait. Doing so, Gaara placed her on a chair before moving over to the front desk once again, asking for a pen an paper. After receving the things he requested, he walked over to where the female was sitting, and handed the pen and paper to her. She only gave him a confused look.

"What is your name?"

His voice was cold, though, it didn't really bother her all that much. Slowly, she placed the papers on her lap and began to write her name. As she did so, she showed him. She watched as his eyes traveled over the words she wrote - surprisingly, for lack of strength she can write pretty good.

"What happened?"

She sighed lightly, but managed to do so without moving her lips. Writing on the piece of paper again, it took about two minutes to finally write it all down, pausing once and a while to re-think over what had happened. After finishing, she passed him the paper, and he took it. Seeing it was a rather large paragraph.

'I was working in the store, when a couple of kids walked in. They're both Gangsters and they were looking for a certain cd, that I couldn't get because my store is in that part of the city. I had told them I would try my best and get the cd for them - which, this cd isn't even good - but, Darious, the older one of the two pulled out a 9 millimeter pistol and put it against my cheek, shoving me into a wall. He said he'd kill me if I didn't get the cd in about a week. After that he pulled the gun away from me before turning it around and let the back of the gun hit me in the face - as in pistol whipped - and I passed out. I must have been dragged outside so no one would have called the cops.'

After reading it, he let his eyes raise up and look at her, to see if she was lying. But then again people carried guns around now; and there was a lot of people who hurt females for no reason whatsoever. Anger started to form within him, eyes narrowing slightly. The sound of the doctor's voice moved through his mind, and he helped this Tsuyahra woman up, by placing her arm over his shoulder and hoisting her up, following the doctor into a room.


R i d 3 r: Whoo, this is actually going well for me, for some reason. There isn't a lot of talking, but I think I'm doing well with description and such… hoorah!

SugarSnike: Oimegod. Thanks! And yes, this 'Tasha, is the same Natasha from the other story. This story will have references with the people I utterly hate in life. And why the guy would do that too poor Tsuyahra? Cause the guys an asshole! that's why! You should beat him with that Cheese Stick 'o Doom. -nods-

Me A.K.A Aj: You better have liked it. Would have been better if your review was bigger. Ya meanie.

Emeralds Rose: You can try… but you'll never succeed.. 'specially with your bad Slang. -nods-

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