Lithium

Chapter 11

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"No, I'll pay for it, just order it." Gaara waved it off, moving his arms off the table.

"I feel like a gold-digger. . ."

"But gold-diggers are cute!"

Instantly, Tsuyahra bristled in the chair, eyes wide. Gaara, wondering one, who said that, and two why she was suddenly so tense, looked to see a male behind her.

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Tsuyahra let her head turn slowly to see a male kneeling on the booth chair, leaning over the small little 'wall', green eyes boring down at her, a smirk companying his lips. His brown hair was a little bit longer than what Gaara's was, but it was close. His bangs were cut so they went from short to long and they were in his eyes.

"What do you want, Kai? Did you brother send you over here to warn me he's back?" Tsuyahra had relaxed after seeing that it was only Kai. Kai being her ex-boyfriends younger brother who usually did all the talking for him, setting him up on dates and whatnot. . . Something like a servant would do.

The male only smirked, moving out of the booth and standing next to Tsuyahra, earning one hell of a death glare from Gaara, but the male ( who thought he was the shit because he had his older brother to look after him ) just shrugged it off, absently waving his hand in the air. She swore he was gay. "Actually yes. He's back and he wants to speak to you about the incident about two years ago." Kai lowered himself, so he was practically bowing towards her. ". . . I think he's still mad." He whispered lightly, only intended for her to hear, before standing up, giggling like a school-girl and running off.

Tsuyahra just looked at where he ran off in utter confusion before slowly looking at Gaara, who was still glaring daggers at the male. Tsuyahra smiled lightly, noticing Gaara's jealousy, even if it wasn't all that much. "Gaara, it's alright. His brother wont do anything anyways. He's too scared to do it when there are a lot of people around. That and I don't intend to see him."

"Good, I wont allow you." He grunted, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Tsuyahra, giving her a look of 'if you disobey me, I'll hurt you.' There was no way that he was going to let her go off with her ex's boy-toy of a brother. He didn't even need to ask when she said 'warn me he's back', he knew it was him. Gaara growled lightly, vowing that if he ever went near Tsuyahra, he'd kill him slowly.

"Yare. Anyways, now that I know he's back I'm gonna arm myself now." Gaara looked at her with slight confusion. Why'd she need to arm herself? As if she knew what he was thinking, she nonchalantly replied "He'll send anyone to come after me. The prick will do anything to get me back." She sighed softly, rubbing her forehead, a headache managing to make it's way to the front of her head. "He's a creep. He'll even stalk you around. I swear his family is either Gay, or Bisexual."

"I could tell by the prancing of that Kai person." He let words float through his mind absently. "Though, if someone is stalking me, I'll just put them in their place. I'll kill him if I have to, to get him away from you."

She gave a concerned looked, not because he said he'd kill him, but because she'd worry he'd get hurt out of doing so. "Gaara, please you don't really have to protect me as much as you already have."

"Didn't I say I'm doing this for reasons that are my own?" She nodded lightly, letting a sigh escape her lips.

"Still though. What if you get hurt because of me? I wont be able to live with myself, Gaara." Why was she so worried about him? Not like he would get hurt because of some primp. . .

"I can protect myself. If I'm hurt it's of my own accord. Not yours. Stop worrying about me, Tsuyahra. I'm not all that special to have such treatment." Gaara looked away, the waiter coming back with their food and setting it down in front of them.

Tsuyahra sighed softly, determined to find out exactly what he meant by that. Of course everyone deserved to be worried about. . . And if it was Gaara, then so be it. She liked him too much to let anything happen to him because of her past. She still didn't see why exactly he was becoming so protective for her. Practically demanding that he'd kill her Ex if he went near her. . . She should be happy about that right? To have someone protecting her. Then again she's always had people after her regardless of who it was and no one protected her. Hell the cops didn't either! It was just odd to have someone like Gaara around her. She was grateful.

After eating a couple of ribs, Tsuyahra looked up at Gaara and laughed lightly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, so she didn't get the BBQ sauce all over her face. What she thought was funny was that Gaara had a bit of sauce on his nose from the rib she had given him to try. He had declined at first, before she shoved the rib onto his plate and he ate it.

Gaara glared at her, wondering why she was laughing at him. His eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what it was, he even wiped his mouth with the napkin, looked at it and nothing was there. "Here. . ." Tsuyahra leaned over the table, and used her pinky to wipe something off his nose before sticking it into her mouth. He looked at her oddly, trying to figure out what it was, before unconsciously wiping his nose.

"It was sauce." She never thought he'd look so cute with a dumbfounded face with sauce on his nose. I mean, he was cold as hell but having sauce on his nose like a child. She watched him as he crossed his arms, as if he was pouting over the incident, it was obvious he was embarrassed.

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It was about an hour later the two left the restaurant, Tsuyahra having to lean on Gaara slightly to walk to the car. She felt Gaara stop and she looked at him confused for a moment. A small smirk move onto his lips as if he was planning something. She didn't have time to react when he placed his lips over hers, kissing her softly. Her eyes were wide, it was obvious he wanted her to kiss him back, so she did.

She didn't have time to hear the gasp and the huff before the sound of women-like shoes hitting the ground and running away, practically prancing. Gaara moved his lips off hers, taking in a breath to replenish what air he lost from kissing her. She was blushing, when he looked at her, and she again licked her lips.

"You has sauce. . ." He pointed to his lips, before dragging her to the car.

It took, in all total about five minutes when they were in the car, and settled in before it hit her. "You're a liar! You did that to get back at me." Gaara smirked, letting his Jade eyes look at her.

"Took you long enough." It was as if he wanted her to know that it was done on purpose. She glared at him lightly, before shaking her head, and sighing, a smile move acrossed her lips.

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"This house is huge. Wow." Tsuyahra spun around, earning a shake of a head from Gaara as he closed the door. Had he not walked beside her, she would have collapsed onto the floor. But instead she collapsed into Gaara's chest with him holding her up. "Okay, so now I know not to spin on Morphine. . ."

"It's a drug, of course not." He placed her back on her feet before waving his hand to tell her to follow him, and she did so. Walking behind him, every so often using a wall or a chair to hold herself up as she walked down a small hallway. His hand waved to different doors telling her what they were. She was actually forbidden to walk into a room that was apparently next to hers while Gaara's was acrossed from her room. What's the point in telling someone not to go into a room, which is next to yours. . . It just spikes up curiosity at some point in time and eventually you'll go inside.

"The shower is here. . ." They had walked into her room and she practically fainted at the sight of how big it actually was. This man was extremely rich, she felt completely inferior to him for some reason. The room was a big as her own living room and kitchen put together, and hell that wasn't much. Feeling a nudge on her arm, she turned her head to look where Gaara was pointing.

"I'll see if I can send Kankuro or Temari to pick your stuff up tomorrow at the house. I'll need to go shopping tomorrow, for more food." It seemed as if he didn't want to do it. Well, males didn't really like shopping anyways.

"I can do it." Tsuyahra smiled, and Gaara just gave her a dry look, practically telling her 'no'. "I'll do it. I mean I need to do something to help you while I'm here, right? I don't want to be someone who imposes on your living."

"You're bones aren't that well healed, Tsuyahra I can do it."

"And? Please Gaara I don't want to be useless and just do nothing while I'm going to be living here."

Gaara sighed, hating the look she was giving him. It was a look between 'puppy-dog eyes' and pouting. "Fine." He hated it when he was out-matched by someone in telling them 'no.' Then again she was almost as stubborn as a child who wanted candy.

"Yes!" She would have danced there if she didn't feel so sick, suddenly. Hell, she didn't even have any shots of her Sambuca. . . Oh right, the waiter didn't even bring any for her! She was going to beat him the next time she came acrossed him. "I'll, uh, be right back. . ." She turned away from Gaara before he was going to ask what was wrong, but she had walked into the bathroom, closing the door. It took a minute or so before he even heard anything, it was her retching.

That was always good. . . Well at least she went in there before it was all over the carpeted floor. Sighing, Gaara rubbed his temples, knowing he was going to regret having a woman in the bathroom, retching up food and whatnot and she'd probably end up crying after words and he'd have to do something. Such a hassle woman can be. In the words of Shikamaru, their troublesome.

Knocking on the door once, the retching had stopped for a split second, before she started again. She much had taken a little bit too much morphine. Opening the door, the smell of puke entered through his nostrils, and he had to bear with it. She was on the floor, head practically shoved in the toilet. Walking behind her, her grabbed her long hair and held it up behind her head, so she wouldn't get it in her hair.

He kneeled behind her, using his free hand to rub her back lightly, hopefully it was helping. She coughed a couple of times, before pulling back, immediately grabbing some toilet paper and wiping her mouth. Swallowing, she made a face that said she didn't like the taste. Letting his hand move away from her hair, he stood up, walked to the kitchen and pour a glass of water before walking back and giving her the glass, which she gladly took a drank. Smiling lightly, she looked away from him, completely embarrassed.

"It's alright. You probably took too much morphine." He shrugged as if this was an everyday thing.

"No, it's probably food poisoning. I like to contract them from everywhere I eat." She paused, slowly standing up, wincing slightly as she did so. "Though, that was probably the worse yet." She sighed softly, moving to the sink and turning on the tap, filling her hands full of water before splashing it on her face, mostly around her mouth.

"Here." Gaara had reached into the closet that was right by where he was standing and threw a towel at her. She caught it and wiped her face.

"Thanks." She smiled again, and walked over to Gaara, towel thrown over her shoulder. "Oh, right." She hugged him as tightly as she could manage at the moment. Gaara froze, wondering what she was doing, but shortly he found himself hugging her back. "Thanks for everything you have done for me. . . Up until this point. I really appreciate it."

"It's fine, Tsuyahra." Gaara smiled lightly, letting his arms tighten around her lightly, afraid that she would suddenly break against him if he hugged to tight. . . When did this feeling start to make itself know when he hugged her? Then again this was the second or third time he hugged her. Gaara's eyes traveled to his watch, narrowing his eyes trying to see what time it actually was, and he was surprised to see it was about ten thirty already. . . Who thought times flies by when one's throwing up?

"You should get some sleep, Tsuyahra. . ." He felt her shake her head against his chest and slowly move out of his hold, immediately feeling really cold.

"Alright. . . But. . .-"

"There's probably a set of clothes in the drawers. They were my sisters before she moved out. . . Which reminds me, Tsuyahra." He paused, and she looked at him. "The demo tape you gave me, Shikamaru had given it to his producers, and they want you to go see them sometime soon."

Her eyes widened. Did that mean they liked her demo tape? She smiled, suddenly really excited. "Oh, my. . . Wow. . ." She didn't even know what to say. Gaara smiled lightly at her reaction, letting his arm move around her shoulders, leading her into the room.

"You can be excited for it tomorrow, just for now you need to sleep."

"Okay, father. Jeeze." She shook her head, but smiled lightly. "Goodnight, Gaara."

Gaara just nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Tsuyahra walked over to the dresser, looking through some of the clothes. Finding a baggie shirt, she took off the shirt she was currently wearing and put the baggie one on. Taking of her jeans, she just left her panties on and walked over to the bed, sitting down before throwing her legs under the blankets. As soon as she laid down, she was out.

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