Lithium

Chapter 5

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…Tsuyahra could see his eyes moving towards her, in an attempt to ask what was going on. She only needed to do two things to indicate something… She pointed at Darious, then pointed at the small bruise on her jaw.

She could see the anger flash through his eyes.

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She thought something really big was going to happen once she saw the look of anger pass through Gaara's eyes. Sure, he only knew her for about, what? 2 days, maybe? But she didn't think he'd get angry and glare hard at the younger male standing in front of him. Her eyes shifted towards Darious, watching as his index finger, and ring finger fidgeted, in anxiousness of pulling the gun out of his pants and pointing it towards Gaara.

His eyes started to widen, he was getting extremely anxious; he wanted to 'pop a cap in his ass' - as people on the streets usually called it… Or maybe just her good friend. She never really paid attention. Finally, she let her legs move and she backed up into the wall, she didn't have anything in this store to call the cops - like those red buttons underneath the desk counter at a bank or something. The only way to get them here, was her cell; which was currently in the back room, the door to it currently behind Gaara.

Who called it a backroom when it was beside the front door?

The silence was completely unnerving, the two black males staring Gaara, trying to break in competition to make him run, obviously it wasn't working. The expression on their face was having more worry than confidence. It took a minute or two before Darious finally managed to pull the gun out of his pants and pointed the barrel at Gaara's body; target point not even located, it would be one of those 'pull the trigger and run' routines that they usually did.

A small gasp came out of Tsuyahra's mouth, worry for what would happen to Gaara if Darious would have pulled the trigger; but soon worry was replaced with astonishment as the gun went flying through the air, hitting the ground hard, causing it to go off and hit the other male in the back of the leg, a scream of pain filtering through the room over-top of the small struggle going on between Darious and Gaara.

Darious managed to get a punch at Gaara's face, coming into contact with his jaw, but Gaara returned with a punch in the gut, causing Darious to gasp in pain and double into Gaara eyes wide. Taking this opportunity, Gaara's left foot swiped underneath the male's legs, causing him to fall on his back most of the impact being softened to his jacket.

Darious slowly tried to get up and grab his gun at the same time - ignoring his younger brother's screams of pain - before having a foot press harshly on his wrist causing Darious to moan in pain; before screaming as another foot came into contact with his neck, blocking his airway easily. Darious thought he was going to get killed right then and there by some male, who he mistook to be weak. Closing his eyes, he waited for the inevitable.

Movement of the foot off his wrist and throat, lifted and Darious took in a bit too much air, causing him to cough. Opening his eyes, all the time he had to see was a hand reach down, grabbing the collar of his shirt and picking him up with little ease before throwing him into the wall, forearm pressed against his airway once again.

"Come near here again; I'll kill you." Gaara's voice was the only thing that Darious could hear, as if they were the only two people in the room at all; that or it seemed as if it was a void, and he was going to die anyways. Nodding with the difficulty of Gaara's forearm being in the way, Gaara let him go.

Staring at him dumbfounded, he finally came to his sense's, grabbing his younger brother's white jacket and dragging him out of the store, running down the street as best as they could.

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It wasn't much of a big fight, though he wished it would have lasted longer and this… Darious person knew how to actually fight. Gaara's hand moved to the spot where he had hit him, shrugging it off. The hit was a pussy hit - hell a damned grade six could have done better than that. Gangsters? Hardly. Just because they had a gun didn't mean they were officially Gangsters.

Glaring at the door when the two ran, his eyes narrowed. So those two were the ones to hurt Tsuyahra and left her outside? He should have gave them more of a beating before throwing them into the middle of the street so they could be used as speed-bumps for the cars. His jade eyes finally pried away from the door to see Tsuyahra standing against the wall, looking at him as if he was a prince in shining armour… if only.

"You alright?" He knew he shouldn't act as if he cared but it was hard to do with her. She gave of the aura that would make anyone - cold or nice - happy in anyway possible. Walking in front of her to check and see that they hadn't hurt her. Finding nothing, he felt something come into contact with his cheek. Grabbing the closet thing to his face, he tightened his grip.

Noticing who was touching him, he loosened his hand; he must have hurt her. Sighing in his own mind, his jade eyes looked over her wrist, before she pulled out of his grasp slowly, causing him to look at her face. She only smiled and laughed lightly.

"I'm alright. It didn't hurt…" He watched as she stopped talking for a moment, her pink lips forming into a poise that made it seem as though she was thinking. "…You're not hurt are you?"

Gaara was slightly taken back when she asked him that. Of course he was fine! He's Gaara. Gaara doesn't get hurt easily. He let his shoulders roll lightly, indicating he was shrugging. Now that he thought of it, Tsuyahra was shorter than him a lot shorter than he originally thought. He was literally a head taller than her. He felt awkwardly tall for some reason.

Remembering the reason he came here, he adjusted his black jacket, looking directly in her eyes to see she was wondering exactly why he was here. Nodding his head, he answered…

"I came by to ask if you wanted to join me to a party two days from now. I'm required to have a 'date'."

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Her eyes widened, looking at him as if he just grew another head. Why in the hell would he ask her to join him at a party, for his work? She was confused… She wasn't all that appealing, she knew; and she didn't even have enough money to buy anything good, let alone nice! She couldn't afford to go. Sadly, she had to decline…

"I'm sorry…. I can't." She wanted to go, sure; but she wasn't going to blurt out her finical problem to him and then suddenly he'll pay for everything she needed. She hated feeling useless and bumming money off people.

She saw the look he was giving her, and she looked away; managing to move herself from in front of him, back to the small little desk. Crouching, she looked through a couple of boxes, things occasionally making glass-like noises. A small jolt of pain moved through her index finger and she pulled her hand out of the small box, glaring at her finger as a small ball of blood started to form from the paper-cut she acquired. Putting her finger in her mouth, she continued to move things around before finally pulling out a small glass gourd out of the box. It was black with random spirals of red moving around it, as if it was some type of aura.

Standing up slowly, knee's cracking it process she held the small glass-figure in her hand, holding it out towards him. He looked at it oddly before his fingers grasped the small figure. She smiled, moving her finger out of her mouth. He looked cute when he was trying to figure out what he was holding.

"What… Is this?" He seemed to unsure of what to think. As if he hadn't gotten a present before at all in his life. She smiled and giggled lightly.

"It's a Christmas present! I know it isn't much, but I saw it, and I had to get it. It seems as though you never gotten a present before…"

His eyes shifted towards her, eyes flashing sadness quickly, before vanishing. "I never had a present before…"

Her eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief. Well, she rarely got presents, Christmas and her birthday wasn't all that much to look forwards too; but it was still something she got from her mother, and under the Christmas tree when she was younger. She let the smile return to her lips, getting a confused look from Gaara.

"Then! Consider this your first ever Christmas present, courteous of Tsuyahra Yakuchi! It'll probably be about 20 dollars off what you paid for me in the hospital. I do plan on paying you back…"

Gaara's head shook, lowering the glass figure onto the counter, arms moving to cross over his chest; eyes holding a bored look. "You don't need to pay it. Because I don't have a gift for you, what I paid at the hospital will be it." He paused for a moment. "Though, another good thing would be if you come to the party."

"I'm sorry, Gaara. I can't…" She sounded depressed, as if she wanted to go; but was forcing herself to say no.

"Why not?" Why was he trying to get her to go!? What is his problem? He never tried desperately to get a female to go to a party with him, it was usually ask once, and that was it. He never knew things could become so complicated after one meeting - like she was trying to pull him towards her… He felt as if he was stuck in a tornado..

"I… I don't have anything nice to wear. I mean, I live here. In a place that is completely and utterly ghetto. Even my house is falling apart. I'm sure you can find someone else with better class then mine. I'm not all that good to look at either." She paused, heaving a small sigh, her tri-colored eyes closing. "Anyways, you're of extremely high class, I'm of extremely low class. It wouldn't be right, and I would feel awkward in a position where everyone around me has money…"

"I'll only ask once more… Yakuchi-san. Lets say this'll be another Christmas present for me; if you come. I'll get you something nice to wear." Gaara closed his black-rimmed eyes for a moment, not bothering to look at her. He knew she'd complain about him getting something; all females who didn't have enough money - or did have a lot of money, but planned to save it - would complain and feel awkward.

"I…" she sighed softly. Opening her eyes and looking at Gaara. "You won't give up, will you? Even if I do say no, you'll end up making me go…" She shook her head lightly, letting her fingers run through her bangs before pushing them behind her ears. She could see Gaara nod lightly, as if to answer her. "Yare, Yare. Then… I guess I can go…"

Gaara's eyes opened, and his lips tugged in a small smirk, barely noticeable, but Tsuyahra caught a glimpse of it.

"Two days… It'll be one interesting birthday I can say that much…" Tsuyahra sighed softly, letting her lips turn into a smile.

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The next day, the two were walking side-by-side in a mall that was close to where they both resided. Tsuyahra had started to fidget when she first entered the mall with him. Even if he was wearing everyday normal clothes, she still felt out of place and managed to stay a step behind him. She had been taught to stand behind a man; courtesy of her father.

Gaara, getting annoyed with having someone tailing him, had grabbed onto her arm and pulled her so she was stepping with him, and not behind him. She gave him an odd look before calming herself so she looked at if she wasn't doing crack. Gaara smirked lightly, seeing her eyes widened at a rather nice looking dress. Of course, he knew shopping with a female was hectic - due to all the damned gold digging whore's that seemed to fall into his lap - he could at least try and put up with it today.

Passing three stores, and no movement to actually let her grab something, she felt someone shove her in a direction that she was looking at. Letting her head turn, she looked at Gaara, who was 'innocently' looking away as if he hadn't done anything. Shaking her head, she made her way over to a store - the name, she didn't pay attention too - and walked over to a wall that held many, many dresses that could be used for cocktail party's, normal party's ect, ect.

Letting her fingers brush over a dark blue dress, she pulled it out towards her. The bottom was cut short in the front, but was long in the back. The top of the dress was cut simply like a halter-top. Two straps would wrap around one's neck and show a bit too much cleavage, but enough to keep a man guess exactly how much was there.

Lowering the dress back against the wall, she let her fingers move to the white price tag. It was her size, but the price! Her eyes nearly fell out of her head seeing the price they made this. It was simple, but shimmered with the light… but it was $499.99! And with taxes, that would have made it about 550.00 dollars alone. She sighed lightly, moving to turn around, only to be greeted with a chest.

"Get it." Her eyes moved towards Gaara's face, giving him a look of annoyance.

"It's nothing. Just get it."

So, reluctantly she grabbed onto the dress and followed behind Gaara to the counter. Waiting in line for what seemed like an eternity, because some old woman just kept talking and talking, they finally made it to the front of the line. Placing the dress on the counter, the cashier put in the price and Gaara paid. Why did it seem as though it would have ripped her in half if she would have paid that?

This was a dress she'd probably wear only once… This utterly sucked.

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R i d 3 r: Well, uhm, I realize there is a lot of talking in this, unlike my other chapters… but yeah. Uhm… I don't know what to say about this really. But I realized this story is popular! I'm surprised…

Emeralds Rose: No, Gaara doesn't have a gourd in this. It's AU, and he doesn't need sand to protect him.. Lol. Jeeze.

SugarSnike: Lmao, the way of a true ninja! I still don't know how you even got there. I swear I saw smoke moving in the 'backroom'… It was you, wasn't it?

Lovefatedestiny: Thank you! I'm glad you like it!

Gaara1Love: I updated! He didn't really get his ass kicked, but some dude got shot!

Tainted-reflection-126: Wooow. Thank you so much! I never thought I'd get an A+… I mean, a c would have been good. Thank you. -gives cookies-