Disclaimer: I do not own Lithium by Evanescence. So. . . Yeh. Anyways.

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Lithium

Chapter 12

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Re-cap

"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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". . .Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone,

Couldn't hide the emptiness you let it show
Never wanted it to be so cold
Just didn't drink enough to say you love me . . ."

The voice of Tsuyahra spread through the small room - obviously one built for music recording - protected by what seemed to be a bullet-proof window. Behind the window was microphones spread around, a counter in front of Tsuyahra and in front of her face was a microphone hanging from the ceiling with what seemed to be a mesh-like metal in front of the Microphone. What it was used for, Tsuyahra had exactly no idea, but she was having too much fun singing for the producer for Shikamaru's band.

She learned his name was Hyuuga Neji, and he wasn't all too nice but it was suitable for her to consider it so. He had his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Tsuyahra, trying to study her to see if she was a good music artist that could rise too the top. That was every producer's dream, Musicians going to number one, and staying there for a good two months or so. . . Though that was a rarity.

". . . I can't hold on to me
wonder what's wrong with me. . ."

"

Her voice was strong, no doubt about that. But what caught him the most was the expression and the hidden message in her voice. He was please, and Hyuuga Neji was rarely pleased by new people; or those will little-to-none training to get their voice like this. But she, she was just an angel he had fallen in love with. He was sure she'd bring her titles up to the top without any competition.

". . .Lithium - don't want to lock me up inside
lithium - don't want to forget how it feels without
lithium - I want to stay in love with my sorrow. . .
"

The music from the demo tape mixed with her singing didn't really go well. (A/n: So far the demo she gave them, the music is different.) It was more of a hip-hop type of setting, not something that would seem somber, calm and trying to make it's way into a more fast-paced rhythm. . . Then again, he can just edit it when she found herself band members. Though with her looks she'd find them easily.

". . . Don't want to let it lay me down this time
drown my will to fly
here in the darkness I know myself
can't break free until I let it go
let me go. .
."

Neji's head moved back and forth, in a bobbing type of motion, obviously indicating she loved the pitch of her voice she could get. She defiantly could grasp anyone with her voice. It was just hard not too. Smiling lightly, his white eyes closed for a moment - like he was taking in a moment of bliss - and stood up, his white eyes opening. Waving his hand at her, indicating he wanted her to leave the small room.

Nodding her head, Tsuyahra took off the headphones, placing them on the little counter in front of her, before walking over to the door and opening it. Smiling, she stepped out, hope written in her eyes, accompanied by fear that she wouldn't be able to get the contract. ". . .So?"

Neji smirked lightly, letting his black jacket adjust itself before grasping a folder and opening it. His long brown hair managed to maneuver itself over his shoulder, but he dismissed it. His finger grasped a piece of paper, and handed it to her.

"I recommend these people for your band. But, do as you will. I want to see you in here in about a month, grab a couple more songs and we can start working on a debut CD."

The smile on her face widened, and for the first time in her life she was incredibly happy, she just needed to celebrate. But not with Neji, someone else deserved to have a little 'celebration' with her. After all, he was the one who handed Shikamaru her demo.

"Oh-god! Thank you so much!" She hugged him, lightly being sure not to strain her ribs too much. She felt him hug her back lightly, before she pushed back. Taking the paper from his hand, she smiled again and waved rushing out the door as fast as she could, only to bump into someone, and hard.

"Tsuyahra, calm down. . ." Tsuyahra gasped at the voice, looking up to see a male with blood red hair, kanji tattoo on his forehead, black-rimmed and jade eyes.

"Gaara-kun!" She hugged him, her arms wrapping around his neck. He was stunned to say the least, freezing when she hugged him in front of god-knows how many people. Slowly, he hugged back. "I-I got it!" She pulled away a little bit, too look at him clearly, a smile gracing her lips.

For the first time Gaara had seen her. . . She was happy, and because she was happy, he was as well. Though less shown than what hers was. His jade eyes scanned around at the people looking at them, before patting his hand lightly, as if he was completely embarrassed. . . He just didn't know what to do. "Let's go home, alright?"

Tsuyahra nodded, prying herself away from Gaara, only to now notice a small little crowd looking at them. She gave a weak smile, chuckling nervously, before feeling someone tug at her shirt, telling her to follow. Looking back at Gaara she followed beside him, trying to calm herself down.

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"Whatcha want for supper, Gaara?" Tsuyahra practically ran into a wall on her way towards the living room where Gaara was surely to be sitting on the couch staring blankly at the screen as random images flashed by. She figured he just loved TV. . . Because he usually went there once they get back ( for the past week she'd been here ) he'd turn on the TV and stare like he was on drugs and watching a black screen.

Gaara's shoulders moved in a shrug, and Tsuyahra sighed softly, closing her eyes and letting her head rest on the wall beside her ( and what she was leaning on ). Hell even Tsuyahra didn't know what to make for supper, she was out of ideas and she wasn't going to eat leftovers. She had problems with them. . . Traumatized from what her brother did to her when she was younger.

Pushing herself off the wall, she walked into the living room and grasped the remote from Gaara's hand, earning a growl of some sort before he sent a glare her way, and she only laughed lightly. Pressing a bright red button on the remote, the TV turned off and Gaara sighed.

"Turn it back on, Tsuyahra." She never realized taking a remote away from a male could result in them being mad. . . Oh well, his own fault for acting stupid.

"And if I don't?" She smirked, sticking her tongue out at him. She realized by now he probably would have done something to anyone else by now, and yet she didn't care. Right now she thought she was invisible.

". . .Tsuyahra. . ." His voice held that warning tone and she laughed dashing into a random room, only to hear calm footsteps echoing through the hall. She sighed, what the hell did she just get herself into now? The last time she tried doing this he had pinned her into a wall and threatened that he'd do much worse next time. She whined, thinking that if she could ditch the remote, she'd be fine.

So, ditching the remote it was. She threw it at the wall, only to make a loud noise and she sighed. "Damn! It was supposed to go into the closet. . ." She heard his footsteps stop and she bristled against the door lightly, and it made a 'click' noise to indicate she had actually closed it. Oh yes, everything was against her now wasn't it?

"Erg, what am I going to -- Ooooh! A window!" Walking over to a chair, she stood up on it, grasping the lock for the window. Because it was winter, and it had been warm-ish in the day, and cold now, their was ice all around the window, nullifying her attempt on crawling outside. Oh, that sucked.

A click was heard, and Tsuyahra's head turned towards the door. Watching as it slowly opened, the music of a thriller entered her mind and she jumped off the chair as calmly as she could and running behind the door before he opened it all the way.

"There's no point in hiding, Tsuyahra. I know your in here." She had to cover her mouth from laughing. Why did this seem like a horror movie, for no reason? Oh that's right, she watched Texas chainsaw massacre last night and laughed through most of it.

She would have said 'but it was fun' had he not walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The only light coming in was the light filtering through the window on the other side of the room. She watched him as his head turned, indicating he was looking for her. She whimpered lightly, lowering herself, waiting for him to walk away from the door.

She got her wish and he walked farther away from the door, and she practically crawled to the door, grasped the handle and went to turn it, but for some reason it wasn't turning all the way. Looking back, she could tell his back was still facing her and she stood up, trying to open the door again, but without luck.

The door was locked.

He locked it from the other side.

Meaning that both of them were stuck in the room.

Alone.

Okay, that wasn't good. She started to panic, fearing he'd do something worse like he said. She wasn't 'afraid', just scared. A little bit, okay a lot. She sighed, moving to turn around, only to have an arm blocking her vision, and the sound of flesh hitting wood. She tensed lightly, turning her head to look back at him, but only caught his mouth.

"Didn't I warn you last time. . . Tsuyahra?" She swallowed her spit, nodding lightly, smiling sheepishly. She tried moving back but he had moved closer to her so her back hit his chest, and when that happened, both arms moved and wrapped around her body, tightly but lightly so he didn't touch her ribs all that much. He knew they were fine but he feared that if he put too much pressure they'd break again.

"Gaara. . .?" She closed her mouth feeling his breath brushing against her neck and it caused her to shiver lightly. Gaara smirked feeling her shiver against him, bringing his lips to touch her neck lightly, causing her to flinch lightly as if to ask what he was doing. He let his tongue brush against her skin absorbing the taste of vanilla.

She moaned lightly, feeling his tongue brush against her collarbone and move up to her jugular vein and she grasped onto Gaara tightly, biting her bottom lip and her eyes closing. Gaara smirked into her neck, turning her around to face him and let his lips capture hers, licking her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She allowed him, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, battling with her tongue for dominance, and he was slowly winning.

Walking into her, he pushed her against the door, letting his palms rest on the door behind her, and her arms snaked around his neck tightly, pulling him into her more than he already was. Pulling away from her lips, he looked closely at her face and she was blushing. Smirking he lowered his head, biting lightly on her neck, causing a moan to move out of her throat, her head moving to the side as if to give him more of her skin.

"Hey! Gaara! You in here?" The sound of a male's voice boomed through the large house, earning a growl from Gaara and a whine from Tsuyahra. Pulling away from Tsuyahra adjusting her shirt a little bit and moved away from the door, Gaara twisting it the other way and it opened, smirking at the look he was receiving from Tsuyahra.

"You did it on purpose." She huffed lightly, crossing her arms over her chest as if she was pouting. Following Gaara out of the room they walked into the porch area, and Tsuyahra stopped staring at the door where a male stood.

He was about 5'9", shoulder-length black hair and bright green eyes. A scar crossing from his left cheek and up to about where his eye was. A smug smirk was on his face, hands in his jeans pocket trying to look as casual as he possibly could. His green eyes shifted towards Tsuyahra and immediately his eyes flashed with amusement at the look she was giving him.

"Hey, Zhurma. Could have come at a better time to discuss things." Gaara growled lightly, eyes narrowed at the male. Turning halfway, Gaara's jade eyes glanced at Tsuyahra, completely unaware of Tsuyahra's alertness and stance of being uncomfortable.

"I had to come now, I had other things to do, Gaara." He nodded lightly, eyes moving from Tsuyahra to Gaara and back to Tsuyahra, amused at watching how she squirmed underneath his gaze, not saying a thing.

"Tsuyahra, this is--"

"--Zhurma. . . He words with the Uchiha's at another large company." She paused, Gaara staring at her. How the hell did she know him? ". . . He's my ex-boyfriend. . ."

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