Disclaimer: Freaking Naruto is not freaking mine T_T

She waited.

She was lying on the very same bench that she had fallen asleep the other day, resting her head on her arm. But she wouldn't let her eyes close, because she wanted to see him coming towards her.

Sakura waited, looking at the metro passengers passing in front of her, completely ignoring her existence. But she didn't care about it anyways.

What she cared about that moment, was that she had been there for over an hour, and Sasuke hadn't come.

He probably changed his mind, a small voice inside her was heard, making Sakura close her eyes in anger. The pain in her chest started to grow and she tightened her fists. She didn't want to believe that…

That he simply decided not to see her again.

It was like she was falling off a cliff. It was stupid. It was really stupid. If it was true…then she was a completely idiot. Who begins to trust and care about a stranger he had just met two days ago?

Me…

Her hands were cold, her fingertips felt like ice against her palms. What was that feeling? Disappointment? Sadness? Anger?

She took a big breath and tried to believe in the small part inside her that was still hoping.

Because that was all she had that moment, no proof, nothing. Just hope.

The thought of something bad happening to him scared her. Sasuke…

God, she preferred the thought of him forgetting about her, than the thought of him getting hurt.

His brother was fine, he had just hurt his arm and leg a bit.

He was fine, and Sasuke was glad about it. But once Itachi got better, Sasuke would kick his ass off.

She had no cellphone to contact her, or anything else. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! Sasuke ran his hand through his hair, almost pulling them out. He was relieved that his brother was fine, but at the same time, he was angry, and there was an ache in his chest.

What if he wouldn't see her again? What if something happened to her while waiting for him?

Is she still waiting, or has she left?

His mother was still in his brother's room along with his father, lecturing him about his careless driving, after they made sure he was in a good condition. They couldn't see though that their youngest son was in greater pain that Itachi.

Why was he so bothered about that girl? He had asked that question to himself so many times he couldn't count anymore. Not that he cared about reasons anyway, when he wanted something, he had to do it.

Tch…

He wanted to run at the metro station to find her. And if she weren't there, he wanted to look around at the streets, until he would spot pink hair.

Sasuke's eyes trailed along the hospital corridor, trying to think of something. The day he was waiting so much for had come, and yet, nothing happened.

"Sasuke" his father's monotone voice interrupted his thoughts and Sasuke raised his eyes to meet his father's ones. "We are going home."

He had the same face as every time he was fighting with Itachi.

Sasuke nodded and stood up, following behind his mother who had just got out of the room. The black haired woman smiled at her son and rubbed his back. "Itachi's just fine."

"I know" Sasuke said putting his hands in his pockets.

His mother sighed. "If you are angry because your plans with Naruto were ruined, then this is too childish for you, Sasuke."

Sasuke narrowed his eyebrows and looked at his mother. "Naruto?"

They stopped in front of the elevator and his father pressed the button. "You said you were about to go out" the woman said.

Sasuke's cheeks slightly went red. She assumed I was going out with Naruto and the others…

"Aa" he just said, looking away. He could feel his mother's gaze on him.

"Weren't you going out with Naruto?"

The elevator's doors opened with a ding and the three stepped in. Shit, Sasuke thought and put on his I-am-uninterested mask. His father seemed to think of other things, but the raven haired boy was sure that he was eavesdropping their conversation.

"I was" Sasuke simply stated and ran his hand through his hair.

His mother raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything else.

He had to act like everything was normal. Like he didn't care for once going out with Naruto, even if it wasn't with Naruto.

Instead of that, he stormed out of the elevator and the hospital the very moment the elevator reached the base floor.

She felt desperate. And cold. And hurt.

One part of her was worried like hell, while the other part felt like shit, because she trusted a stranger. Because, who she was kidding, Sasuke was just a stranger, even though he didn't feel like one.

"He's not going to come."

Sakura raised her head in surprise and looked at the person standing next to the bench. Apple green eyes looked into sea green ones.

"Gaara…" she whispered and ran her hand through her hair. "What- what are you doing here?"

"That's my line" Gaara simply stated crossing his arms on his chest. "You are acting like a fool, Sakura."

Her eyes narrowed in anger. "What do you mean?" she asked him raising her voice a bit. The red haired boy closed his eyes for a bit.

"I mean" he started and looked at her. "that this guy has clearly already forgotten about you."

Ba-thump.

"You…" Sakura's trembling voice came out of her lips, filled with pain and hurt. "…You don't know Sasuke at all!"

Gaara looked away and sighed. "Like you do…" he murmured.

You are right…but I feel like I do…and that is enough for me…for now…

The pink haired girl slowly stood up from the bench and looked at Gaara with eyes full of pain. A metro train passed quickly in front of them, air blowing in her hair.

"Why are you here, Gaara?" she whispered at him. The boy looked away, pushing his hands in his ripped jeans' pockets. A soft sigh escaped his lips.

"I happened to be around" he simply answered. "There was an accident around here by the way..." he changed the topic and moved to the bench where Sakura was sitting before and left his body fall on it.

Sakura looked at him. Gaara's character…was so complicated. Sometimes harsh, but always telling the truth, and somehow, Sakura couldn't get to hate him.

Maybe it's because you were the one who saved me…

Her gaze softened, and she let a breath, before sitting next to Gaara. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked at the gap between the tracks and the platform.

"Sasuke is really a great guy" she told Gaara, who stiffened immediately. "You're right I don't know him…but I feel like I do. Really…so…give him a chance…"

The boy sighed. "I'm just stating facts. After all, he didn't come, did he?"

Sakura preferred to stay silent, feeling her throat getting dry, and clenched closer to Gaara. He was fucking right, but at the moment she didn't want to talk about it, because of the great pain she was feeling.

"Anyways…" Gaara broke the silence and ran his hand through his hair. "That motorbike was really off the road though…"

Sakura pulled herself from Gaara's shoulder and narrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "…motorbike?"

"The accident I was telling you about…"

"Oh…"

"It was that wealthy kid that was involved in it" Gaara said without interest. "That Uchiha kid."

Ba-thump.

Sakura's body shot up from the bench like a cat who just touched water. "W-…w-what…?"

Gaara looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Dizzy.

She was feeling like everything was spinning around her. Her breath was short.

"Say it again."

"What?"

"About…the accident…"

He looked at her with a questioning look. "That the Uchiha boy was riding the bike…? Sakura you are getting really pale…"

Gaara stood up and walked to her trembling body, looking at her with eyes filled with worry. It was really rare to see him like that, in other occasions Sakura would laugh. But that moment….

It was like she was losing the world under her feet.

"Uchiha…accident…" she muttered feeling like her knees were about to give in.

Her vision went blurry, while she felt her cheeks getting wet.

It was when Gaara shook her shoulders that she finally started getting hold of herself.

"Sakura answer to me!" he shouted at her. She had never seen him like that before, so upset. Or had she? She couldn't really remember. Her empty eyes stared into his.

She brought her fingertips on her cheeks, only to touch the warm liquid.

"It-it can't be…" she whispered.

"Fuck Sakura, I don't understand!"

"Sakura!"

.

.

Her breath stopped as she turned around fast. Her eyes widened.

Because he was there, panting from running maybe, with his hands on his knees. And he was looking at her with his big black eyes.

"Sas…Sasu…

Sasuke…!"

She really didn't know when she ran like there was no tomorrow, wrapping her arms around his neck, while fat teardrops were running on her cheeks. The push caused Sasuke's body to fall back, with Sakura falling on his. But she really couldn't care less that moment.

His body was warm. He smelled like a little bit of sweat and man cologne. But there was also something Sakura couldn't name, it was the very same scent she had smelled when he had got out of the bathroom the first time she saw him.

And he was there, he was fucking there. Sakura felt his hand on her hair slowly rubbing her head.

"I came…I told you…"

A/N: Short, but I kept my promise didn't I? :D Thanx for the reviews guys :) I really love reading them ^_^ Makes me so happY! I hope you liked this chappie, it was fun to write the last part ;) Leave your reviews, good or bad, it's okay, as long as you tell me what you think :D