Lithium

Chapter 19

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"So... He asked you to marry him, right?" A woman's voice filtered through the empty house, seemingly bouncing back and echoing, it was so quite for some reason, but the younger woman didn't seem to mind, she was enjoying the look on her older sister's face. "That means you've done it, right?" The woman grinned darkly, wanting details.

The light tinge of pink spread a crossed her cheeks as Tsuyahra tried to best to duck her head like she was ashamed. It never ceased to fail that her sister would made this situation awkward. At first, she had told Kayla over the phone, and Kankuro happened to be next to her apparently.

She had dropped the phone, squealed like a mad woman and started blabbering a bunch of things until it finally registered in his head that indeed, his younger anti-social practically homicidal little brother was getting married to his wife's 'sister'. Which, him being Kankuro got ideas for threesomes, even if she did belong to Gaara.

Tsuyahra started to pick at her fingernails, trying to calm the raging blush down. So what Gaara asked her to marry him? It was just something that... well… bound them together until one of them died – God forbid. Though, just the thought of being with him made her feel extremely happy, like she was one of those blonde females in grade 9, squealing and jumping up and down with her friends. Thank god she didn't have that many.

But, the whole marriage thing confused her – only after she was kidnapped he asked. Was it because he was fearful something was going to happen? Or, she was going to be swept away by another man? Jealousy? She sighed and rubbed her forehead, all this thinking was starting to make her head hurt, and from the injury before, it wasn't really helping her healing process.

"N-no… we haven't done it you horny woman." She sighed again, and crossed her arms on the table in front of her, letting her chin rest on her elbow. "Do you think he just asked because something would happen to me? I mean; look at all the shit I go through since I've met him. Darious – you're fault; mind you – Zhurma, getting kidnapped. I know I'm just a burden on him, I can see it in his eyes."

Kayla gave her a sympathetic look and shrugged her shoulders, bringing the warm cup of tea to her lips and taking a sip. "Well… Maybe you should ask him? As hard as it may be, you don't really know his true intentions. I mean, he asked you to marry him in bed. I would be worried."

Tsuyahra glared lightly at her. "Are you accusing him of something? So what if he proposed to me in bed? I honestly wouldn't be able to see him bringing me to a restaurant and get on one knee and ask me to marry him in front of people."

"True – but that's what Kankuro did—"

"Yes, Kankuro did that, a completely different person. He's a horn dog too, obviously. Sorry if my fiancé doesn't live up to the 'normal' man's reputation of getting on a knee and proposing. Just because they're brothers doesn't mean they are going to do the same things."

This was getting old, for the last hour she was trying to compare Gaara to Kankuro, two completely different people. She always seemed to be the one who wanted 'story-book' relationship. She guessed that was what was happening with her now; But Tsuyahra knew that it would probably turn out bad. The way Kankuro looked at her every time she stepped foot in this house, well, it worried her.

"Kayla, honestly you're starting to worry me. What is with you lately? You're all… happy and you're acting like you have everything in the world, when you obviously don't." She motioned to the kitchen they were in; it was actually pretty ratted down, and small like a trailer.

She sighed and put her cup down on the table, her blue eyes saddening and dropping their guard. Looking up at her sister she sniffled lightly, tears brimming her eyes. At this Tsuyahra immediately got up and walked over to her, wrapping and arm around her shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Kayla went to open her mouth but closed it, as if she wasn't ready to say what she wanted to. Tsuyahra squeezed her shoulders lightly. "It's alright Kayla, what's wrong?"

She took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly and shaky. "Kankuro… I… I think he's cheating on me, yahra-chan…" She paused, choking lightly on sobs. "I had a phone call… the other day and there was a woman looking for him. She said it was 'important' a meeting of some sort, and that he needed to be there as soon as he could. Me; thinking it was his work, told him to go. He didn't come home until 11 last night and he smelt like a woman's perfume and there was lipstick on his neck." She broke down, collapsing out of the chair and onto the floor, Tsuyahra following quickly so she didn't hurt herself.

Tsuyahra bit her lip lightly, holding the crying woman in her arms. It didn't really surprise her, but it pissed her off though. She hated seeing her younger sister crying because of something some man did to her. She narrowed her eyes, her hands gripping Kayla's arms tightly, but not enough to hurt her. "Kayla, I want you to go stay with your parents for a couple of days, alright?"

"W-why…?" She hiccupped lightly, looking at her. Tsuyahra just smiled lightly.

"You need a vacation out in the country, so why not take it now? Your on break for your work, aren't you?" She paused for a moment. "Don't bring Kankuro though, just you and your parents. God knows you haven't seen them in a while."

Kayla nodded lightly, wiping her eyes and slowly standing up, going into her room and started to pack. Tsuyahra stood up slowly and looked around the kitchen, and sighed. Something had to be up, right? The way Kankuro acted was, well, creepy. Guess she just had to do some investigation…

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"Gaara open the door!" Tsuyahra stood outside the bathroom door, with little to no respect to what he was wearing, or, not wearing in the bathroom.

"What do you want, Tsuyahra." The door opened quickly, causing her hair to practically fly around and in her face. She took notice in what he was wearing, which was just a towel over his waist, hair drenched from the shower.

"I has a problem." She smiled lightly, and then noticed the dead-panned look on Gaara's face and her smile turned into a grin, before laughing lightly.

"It couldn't wait?"

"Not really. Well… whenever you're… Ahem, dressed, I'll be in the living room." She waved and walked towards the living room, leaving Gaara to stand in the bathroom watching her walk away.

When he was dressed and whatnot, he walked into the living room, seeing Tsuyahra taking up the whole couch by sprawling a crossed it. Crossing his arms over his chest, his jade eyes narrowed slightly at the t.v., before his eyes shifted to his soon-to-be-wife.

"Now, woman, what was so important?"

She jumped and fell off the couch, catching herself easily and standing up, as if nothing happened and brushed her hands off on her black shirt. "Well! You see, uh…" The look she was getting told her to hurry up. "Okay, do you think Kankuro would cheat on Kayla?"

Gaara moved around to the couch and sat down, eyeing her quietly. He was fairly sure Kankuro wouldn't cheat on Kayla, but he did fool around with a lot of women when they were all younger. He could faintly remember him bringing home six or seven women home a week; and they would be gone the next morning, which only came to one conclusion.

But, lately, he noticed that he had been hanging around with one of the women at the office who was friends with Natasha, so that probably meant she was a whore as well, trying to get into Kankuro's pants – and Kankuro being a dunce is falling for it. Unless there was something completely different going on. Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he leaned back into the couch, and grabbed the remote flicking through the channels.

"Gaara, answer me."

His eyes shifted towards her, and again, he shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not his babysitter, so I don't watch him."

"You're an ass." That was a first. She had never called him names or anything, and frankly it shocked him – but he didn't show it, just narrowed his eyes at her lightly.

"I need to know this, alright?" She sat down on the couch, putting her hands underneath her thighs and stared at the TV, but didn't pay attention to it. "I hate seeing her sad, she cried in my arms today, she's worried he's cheating on her; and if he is, I'm going to beat him into the ground myself. If he hurts her…" she left the threat hanging in the air, leading to anything that could happened, and it made Gaara smirk lightly.

He knew she could fight, and she could probably go on her word, like she had done when they had first met and she attacked Zhurma violently. Images of what happened went through his mind like a slideshow, and shortly everything went quiet.

Tsuyahra finally sighed to break the silence and leaned back in the chair, moving slightly so that she could wrap her arms around Gaara and use him as a pillow. Closing her eyes she listened to his heartbeat and was slowly starting to fall asleep… until he spoke.

"When I was younger, my father abused me."

Her eyes snapped opened and she sat up, pulling her head back so she could look at Gaara, but he refused to look at her. She bit her lip and nodded her head, silently telling him to go on.

"When I was born, I had killed my mother. She died a few minutes after giving birth to me. Ever since that day my father had loathed me, and ever since I could walk, he beat me down." He paused, eyes narrowing darkly, as if he was remembering his past. "When I went to school, I was the social outcast, everyone tried to pick fights with me, and when they did I kicked their asses. I put some people in the hospital. I killed a person."

He closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them again, eyes looking over the TV, big bold red letters flashing a crossed the screen. Apparently some breaking news somewhere. "I was kicked out of school when I was 13, officially declared as a hazard to the kids, and ever since then I was thrown into my fathers business because the bastard died." His face showed no emotion at all, his eyes blocked from hers.

She looked down, hating the silence right now. Grasping his hand in hers, she entwined their fingers and he squeezed her hand lightly, before looking at her.

"There is a lot more than just that. But I don't want you to hear what I've done. Do you still love a murderer?"

She looked directly at him, and then she smiled lightly. "You're Gaara to me, and that's all that matters. I love you no matter what you've done, or what's happened in the past." She laughed lightly, and he gave her a look, asking why she was laughing. "This is totally cheesy, I'm sorry Gaara." She wrapped her arms back around him again, only to feel him pull her into his lap; her head moving from resting on his chest to the crook of his neck.

"I love you, Gaara." She tightened her grip lightly.

"I love you too, Tsuyahra…"

"So, you wanna be an investigator for me, for a couple of weeks?" Tsuyahra looked up and smiled softly, in which Gaara only sighed.

"I suppose; but I'm not spending most of my time on the issue."

She nodded her head. "Alright, as long as you can get something."

She looked towards the tv screen and sighed softly. This little 'problem' was probably going to be a hassle to deal with.

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R i d 3 r: hooooooooooooooooooly shit! How long has it been? And FINALLY! I've started this again. I've been really busy, so I couldn't write any chapters; that and I completely lost any inspiration for writing any of my stories. So, this chapter, I think seems a little dragged out, don't you think? Ah well, at least I wrote something ne? Anyways, I LOVE reviews, they make me write faster… so… review! I demand it!

Oh, and to answer Joey's-mine's question it's like 'Sue-yah-hair-ah' or something along the lines XD pretty bad, isn't it? Can't pronounce my own Character's name.