Lithium
Chapter 6
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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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So, she had been standing near the punch bowl, hand holding a small glass of punch; tri-colored eyes glancing around at all the employee's that worked with or under Gaara. She sighed softly; she had been standing here, alone, for more than 20 minutes. She respected the fact that Gaara, being the Chairman of this company - much to Tsuyahra's dismay - needed to converse with people. It came with the job, Tsuyahra knew, but this was just annoying. She even had a couple of guy's come up and ask her who she was with; or if she was here alone, looking for a 'good' time.
Oh yes, she remembered their faces when she told them that she had come with Gaara, and they immediately backed off as if she was the spawn of the devil and would rip their eyes out at any given moment. Gaara must have been feared to some degree if someone who's with him could scare them as well. Bringing her hand up, she let the edge of the glass rest on her pink lips, before pulling the cup up towards her mouth so that the limited liquid that was left in the glass slid down the side and into her mouth, before letting it slide down her throat.
Letting the glass move away from her lips, she turned around, grabbing the handle to an over-large spoon and poured herself another glass of the punch. Feeling someone tap on her right shoulder, baring nails that slightly dug into her white skin, she turned her head to face a female that stood in front of her, almost cowering over her as much as Gaara did with the hooker-boots she was wearing. Her dark blue eye shadow seemed over-done. It looked as if it was weighing down her face.
Her long blonde hair was curled, thrown carelessly around her shoulders and draping over her back like a curtain. Her lipstick was smeared lightly, eyes glazed over with lust. The bottom of her dress was hiked up a little to high, dress was messy, but not all that much - meaning she must have screwed someone in the back. Tsuyahra turned around completely, looking at the woman in front of her with a look asking what she wanted.
"You came with Gaara, didn't you?" Her voice was a little too high for her opinion - preppy even. Now, Tsuyahra didn't really have a problem with preppy people; but they did get annoying a lot of times, even to the point where she just wanted to punch them out… and Tsuyahra never hurt anyone. Nodding her head in an attempted to say yes, she found herself about 2 inches away from her face, her eyes narrowed in a movement to provoke her.
"Stay away from him; he's mine!" She screeched this loud enough for everyone to hear, temporarily everyone's eyes were on the two females, Kankuro immediately standing off to the side, waiting for the fight to break out; eyes wild with passion and his mouth opened; as if he was waiting for it like a lion and their food.
"Alright, Harpy. Calm down." Tsuyahra had to close her right eye; spit managed to get in her eyeball. It didn't hurt, but it was gross. She felt as if she would randomly attain 'preppy' from spit. Like how you can get HIV or AID from blood if it was coughed on you. Sighing lightly, Tsuyahra managed to pull her face away from the female, to momentarily glance around to see everyone's eyes on the two of them; this caused Tsuyahra to blush lightly.
"Hey! What did you call me!?" She was screaming like a drunken guy who was getting ass raped. Actually; no, that didn't work. She was just screaming…. Screaming like a damned siren that was standing no more than 5 inches in front of you. She swore she went deaf for a couple of seconds.
"I called you a harpy. Can you please get out of my face? I haven't done anything to you, to suddenly have someone in my face and screaming at me for no reason." Tsuyahra could see the anger that flew through her face as if she was a movie. Oh yes, she was pissed beyond hell.
'Tasha just wanted to rip her face off her body. And, so she even tried; trying to claw at the woman in front of her. Her long nails - one being broken due to earlier events - came into contact with Tsuyahra's face, causing the woman to back up into the table. She wasn't going to fight; she never did. She knew self defense because of her father, but she wasn't going to make a scene more than it already was.
"Stop, 'Tasha."
Of course, she did and 'Tasha turned around and smiled seductively towards the male in front of her. Completely forgetting about the woman behind her. Tsuyahra sneered lightly, turning her eyes away from her in fear she'd lash. Turning to the left she walked over to a chair where her jacket was and grabbed it, throwing it over her shoulders and walking past all cubicles and to the elevator. Pressing the down button she just waited for it to come up to the top floor from the bottom.
Sighing, she let her hand brush over the small cuts on her face from that damned woman. Her eyes glared at the metal door in front of her, showing back her reflection at her. Seeing another figure walking calmly towards her, she turned around and looked at the male who stopped this 'Tasha woman from lashing out at her.
"Leaving?" He made it seem as if nothing had just happened. As if it was an everyday thing. His Jade eyes looked over Tsuyahra's figure. Her eyes caught him though. She was pissed, that much he could tell, but she was also mentally hurt. Not from 'Tasha but from something else. He wasn't going to ask… Not yet at least.
"I'm not wanted here anyways. I obviously don't fit in.." Her voice hell the annoyance tune, she turned her head away from him, arms crossing over her chest as if she was pouting. "…I told you I shouldn't have come. I get attacked by some preppy-whore-looking bitch who apparently likes you." She growled, not paying attention to what she had just said.
"You're not the only one who does fit in all that well. I may be Chairman, but everyone fears me." He closed his black-rimmed eyes for a moment, hearing the ding of the elevator and the opening of the heavy metal doors. No one was making a move towards it, not yet at least.
"Fears you?" She looked at him confused. Sure, he looked like the fighting type - and she had seen him fight, even if it was small - he could even be feared by the way he just glares at everyone for no reason whatsoever. She could seem him take in a deep breath, exhaling it through his parted lips.
"Yes. I used to be a fighter when I was younger. Got in trouble with the law and such due to things happening in my family." He paused, opening his eyes to look at Tsuyahra. "Everyone here knows what I've done, so their edgy and they know not to piss me off."
Tsuyahra could tell there was a lot more to that, but nonetheless she nodded her head, letting a soft sigh escape her lips. Using her right hand, she motioned to the still-opened doors of the elevator. "Wanna go to a bar or something?"
Gaara looked at her, confused. Why'd she want to go to a bar when there was alcohol here? Other than being out of place… and 'Tasha… and.. Yeah okay, he knew why she wanted to leave. And honestly, he did as well. Christmas parties weren't his thing anyways. Moving his let his right hand move to her lower back, as if to lead her into the elevator.
She blushed instantly from him touching her. It was a reaction with any good-looking guy and them touching her, even if it was a gesture of good-faith. Walking into the elevator, she watched as Gaara pressed the 'M' button, and the doors started to close. But, of course, something had to run towards the closing doors; shoe's flying off their feet.
Screeching, or screaming, Tsuyahra could really tell left the lips of the damned siren. Screaming that she was going to kill her for taking 'her Gaara away'. Tsuyahra sighed, letting her head lower lightly, as if she was fed up.
"She wont get far." Her eyes shifted towards Gaara, to see a smirk gracing his lips, as if he was interested. Tsuyahra shook her head, letting a small laugh leave her throat, now only finding it funny.
"You have interesting woman going after you, Gaara-san."
"Indeed I do."
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"What can I get you two?" The waiter looked as if he was fifteen years old, a white apron adorning his waist, a pocket book in his hand before his bright green eyes shifted towards Tsuyahra. He instantly smiled, jotting something down on the pocket book, before looking at Gaara.
Gaara, telling him he just wanted whatever Tsuyahra is getting, waved it off and leaned back in the chair a little bit, trying to get more comfortable. His jade eyes watched as the male waiter-kid smiled again at Tsuyahra and waved at her before vanishing. Letting his eyes move to Tsuyahra, he silently asked what that was about.
She smiled, giggling lightly. "He's one of my sister's friends." Gaara looked at her, mildly confused.
"Sister?"
"Yes, Well, she's not biologically my sister, but I do consider her as such. We've known each other since we were in grade 5." She sighed lightly, shaking her head at the sudden barrage of memories. "I don't have any family left, or relatives so it's good if I have a really good friend. I practically live for her."
Gaara knew that feeling, he still had it really. Though, he couldn't actually consider Temari and Kankuro people to 'live for'. Gaara lived for himself; to annoy those who thought that he wouldn't get very far in his own life. A way to prove them utterly wrong. It was going very well actually. Nodding his head, his eyes moved towards the window, looking outside. It had finally started to snow. Christmas Eve… and it was snowing.
Snow here was rare, but it usually happened near Christmas anyways. Hearing a giggle of a sort, probably out of happiness, his eyes shifted back to the woman that was sitting acrossed from him.
"Snowing on my birthday… Well, I guess I could consider that a present." Tsuyahra smiled lightly, looking away from the window and towards Gaara.
"Today is your birthday?" He received a nod from the female. Had he actually paid attention to what she said a could of days ago, before he had left the shop. "Then, I guess the least I can do is pay for this dinner."
Tsuyahra's eyes widened. She shook her head, no. "No, Gaara-san, that's alright. I can do it. I don't want you to spend anymore money on me…" Gaara's hand silenced her, shaking his head lightly.
"Tsuyahra, if I feel like I want to spend my money, I will. Regardless of what you say. It is my money after all, and I can do what I please with it. Spending it on you is fine…"
"Here you go!" Tsuyahra was going to say something, but the Waiter had come back with food in his hands, handing them out of Tsuyahra and Gaara. The waiter raised his hand lightly, signaling a 'one minute'. Tsuyahra looked at him confused, before seeing people move behind him. Her eyes widened and she groaned, covering her eyes with her hands and letting her elbow's rest on the table, desperately trying to hide her embarrassment of what was to come.
Gaara, watching was she was doing, was confused before noticed at least ten to fifteen people come from behind the boy and started to sing 'Happy Birthday' to her. He smirked seeing the embarrassment coming from her. He swore, he never seen someone so embarrassed so have people sing 'Happy Birthday' to them. He could hear her sigh lightly, after they did some type of odd dance, and the boy placing a cupcake in front of her.
She sat up and looked at it, seeing that in the purple and pink frosting - which she had to stop herself from laughing - it said 'Happy Birthday/Merry Christmas, Yahra-chan.' How they actually fit everything on that small cupcake… was as if she was back in the old times when they created fire.
"Ah, what a birthday…"
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Gaara and Tsuyahra walked side by side with each other. Not saying a word; only silence and the random cars driving by, the shooting and screaming of people, ironically enough it was peaceful. Tsuyahra had managed to steal Gaara's jacket from him, and was now practically snuggling against it as if it were her life-line. Looking at Gaara, he looked back, and she smiled lightly. His was odd, but it was small and hardly used.
Finally, the two came to her small ratting god-forsaken apartment, and blushed at the sight of it. Now that she took the time to look at it…. It was disgustingly small, ugly-looking and looked as ratty as hell. Tsuyahra sighed lightly, walking up the 10 steps and into the apartment. It was about three stories high, and she was on the second floor.
Both walked to the elevator, Gaara still following her. It was nice of him to continue to follow her, but it still felt odd. The hallway smelt as if it was burning and there was old milk laying on the floor and no one was cleaning it up. Tsuyahra had to hold her breath before walking into the elevator as it reached them. When Tsuyahra took a breath in through her nose, she had to cover her mouth and nose so, one she wouldn't throw up, and two, so she didn't take another breath in until she was in her apartment.
Gaara only gave her an odd look, smirking at her reaction. This smell didn't really bother him, but it was still pretty damned bad. Walking out of the elevator behind her, she came to a stop ten doors away from the Elevator ( He decided he should count, just in case ) and pulled out her keys.
She turned to Gaara, wanting to say Thank you, and good night, but her eyes widened at what had happened. She could see his face, literally millimeters away from her face, eyes staring back at her, narrowing in a way to make her comply. Of course, she did, she couldn't resist; but she kissed back lightly, Gaara pulled away, smirking at her flushed face.
"Happy Birthday, Tsuyahra. Goodnight." And with that, he turned and left. Not even bothering to look back at her, while she stood there just staring at his back, completely surprised.
He actually kissed her!
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R i d 3 r: Whoo! Sorry I haven't been updating everyday. Just… lazy really. But this is for today and tomorrow! So, now, Merry Christmas!
Emeralds Rose: You're really looking to get hurt. Just cause I had a damned Brain fart with spelling ETC with ECT doesn't mean anything! You ass, no merry Christmas for you.
SugarSnike: Distraction!? -looks- Where?!?! -Looks to see, your not there.- O.o. Hm… Odd… lmao, anyways; MERRY CHRISTMAS MY INSPRIATION!
Tainted-reflection-126: I didn't want to make it seem as though it is a fan fiction. A lot of people don't really put all that much realistic touch to it. Anyways, thank you for your review! Merry Christmas!
3Karen3: Since you said it'd be funny if they met, that's was the theme really for this story! Thanks! Merry Christmas!
LittleAngel22493: -jumps up and down with- I Did! I Did! I DID! Lmao, Merry Christmas! Thanks for the review!
AND TO EVERYONE ELSE, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
-Gives cake to everyone-
