Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ Friday part2 ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5!

 

Thank you for you reviews, they were pretty!

 

Oh, and I just want to say, I don't hate Sasuke and Ino, really, it's just they're so much fun to use as the bad guys. Yeah? Okay…

 

Gaara in this chapter might seem different, but just to point it out, I based all their personalities off of the shippuuden episodes and chapters, because I read and watch it. Yay? Yes.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto…

 

Thoughts

 

Inner Thoughts

 

Chapter 5: Friday part 2

 

 

Sakura crept in the kitchen towards the stove, switching on its lights. She reached above it to a wooden cabinet, and quietly started to rifle through it. She eyed her pill bottle in the back of the cabinet and smiled. Gotcha. Sakura then heard a noise at the opening of the kitchen, “Gaara I…” Sakura closed the cabinet and looked over to the source of the noise. “Dad…”

 

“Who's Gaara?” He started forward, eyeing her maliciously. Sakura could smell the alcohol accenting from his body. She felt words abandoning her. Her father's eyes narrowed. “Where have you been?”

 

“W-what?” Sakura's father continued walking, his grip on two alcohol bottles in his hands tightened. He raised his right arm and smashed a half full vodka bottle at Sakura's feet, making her scream.

 

“Answer me!”

 

“I've just been with friends!” Sakura's back hit the kitchen wall. Her father came in close, squeezing her right shoulder making her wince. He smirked, knowing she was in pain.

 

“You're weak.”

 

Sakura's eyes widened, as she spoke barely above a whisper. “No.” Sakura's father narrowed his eyes.

 

“Don't talk back to me you worthless bitch!” He released his grip on her shoulder and swung it into her gut. Sakura felt all the wind leaving her, as she let out a cough, spitting up blood. Her father grabbed her and threw her across to the middle of the kitchen, letting her land hard on the cold damp tiled floor, letting the alcohol seep into her clothes.

 

Sakura hadn't felt it though. It was like a dream. Sounds started to die away. Her father's screams became soft echoes, her vision was becoming blurry, and her breathing was short and painful. Her anxiety was kicking in, feeling her head spin faster and fast. She looked beside her to see her medicine lying in the puddle. Sakura tried to stretch her arm for it, but realized she couldn't move. Her lids were becoming heavy; the cold was filling her insides making her wonder why she even tried. Her eyes shifted towards the opening of the kitchen-her escape. There was someone in her escape, standing there, Gaara… Sakura let go, slipping into unconsciousness.

 

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Sakura felt the cold air moving all around her, blowing every which way, swishing her hair. There was something warm against her. She tried to shift towards the warmth, curling in her knees, pushing her face into the warmth. The warmth had a scent. A wonderful scent. She tried to get in closer, nuzzling her nose in as a small smile graced her lips.

 

“You're going to make me drop you.” Sakura's eyes shot open as she sprung her legs out landing on the side walk. She attempted to stand up but just fell back over as shots of pain were sent through her stomach and chest. She seethed in pain, clutching her stomach as what had happened flooded her memory. She slowly lifted her head to see Gaara knelt down beside her, looking at her with a hint of worry in his eyes. Sakura felt her throat go dry.

 

“How much did you see?”

 

“Enough to know you're not going back there.” Gaara wasn't looking at her anymore, but instead was opening an orange pill bottle and reaching for a single white, oval shaped pill, and handed it to Sakura. Sakura glared at him, but knew that if she wanted to continue with the conversation without passing out she would need to take it. Sakura Snatched up the pill and dry swallowed it. She looked back up to Gaara.

 

“I'm fine and I will return there.”

 

“You don't look fine to me.” Sakura stood up, feeling pain shoot through her body, but ignored it, not wanting to show it. Gaara in turn stood up, facing her.

 

“You were supposed to stay in my room.”

 

“And what ignore the fact that my friends life may have been in danger?”

 

“I would have been fine.”

 

“Sakura, you were passed out on the kitchen floor seconds after I got there.”

 

“I would have woken up!” Sakura's face was flushed, the cold night air making her voice hoarse as she yelled.

 

“That's not the point! You could have been injured more, then what?”

 

“It wouldn't be anything new!”

 

“Why do you let him do that to you?!” It was the first time Gaara showed emotion in his voice. Sakura was at loss for words. “Why don't you fight back?” Gaara was now standing a few inches away from Sakura, looking down into her emerald eyes.

 

“He's my father…it was my own fault in the first place. I know better than to talk back to him.” Sakura's voice was lowered into a whisper as she stared back into his jade eyes, watching them as they widened.

 

“You're his daughter…how can you think you're the one to blame?” Gaara's expression was something of a child staring like he couldn't comprehend the figure in front of him.

 

Sakura averted her eyes to the ground, “I-I don't know. I mean, I do, and I have since I can remember. It wasn't as bad when I was little, but as the years went on, he and my mother both grew more and more fond of drinking. It killed any compassion left in them.”

 

“Wait, you're mother too?” Sakura nodded. Gaara felt anger boiling throughout his insides. He hated her parents. He knew something was odd about her, but this was far from any thought that had crossed his mind. Why her parents or any parents for that matter who think that abuse is okay, he would never get. They were selfish people, and he knew one thing. She is not going back. Sakura's eyes widened and looked back into Gaara's.

 

“Gaara, what happened to my father?” Gaara hesitantly lifted his fist, presenting dry, cracked blood which had managed to cover it almost completely.

 

“No!” Sakura grabbed his shirt collar, shaking him with a furious look in her eye, while Gaara remained emotionless, standing still. “Gaara, do you know what you've done?! My father is going to kill me!” She shook him more, he remained still.

 

“That's why you're not going back.”

 

“No, no you see you're wrong. I have to go back. They will find me, I promise you that!” Sakura's shaking continued, gripping his shirt tighter. Gaara lifted his hands, placing them over her cold ones, making Sakura freeze.

 

“Listen, I'll make a deal with you. Stay in our guest room until after Halloween, it's only two weeks. It will give him time to cool off.” Sakura looked in his eyes, looking for some kind of hint as to say he was lying, or joking, but found nothing. Not exactly knowing why, she shifted her head down letting a muffled “fine” escape her lips. Sakura then lifted her head again, meeting his eyes once again.

 

“I don't want anyone knowing about this! No one is to know what you saw, or about my parents.”

 

“Okay. But, we might have to tell Temari, seeing as you staying in our guest room for two weeks isn't a normal occurrence, and she won't think she magically forgot that she invited you.” Sakura closed her eyes. No one had ever found out about her. The only time any one ever came close was when she showed up to school in the seventh grade with a swollen cheek and lip, but Sakura told the teacher she got in a fight with the kids at school and got away easily. Sakura wanted to be the one who her friends went to when troubled, not the other way around. She felt exposed, no longer able to hide her biggest flaw.

 

Sakura nodded, “Fine, Temari and you.” Gaara, who was still holding her hands, gently released her grip from his shirt and lowered her hands, releasing them at her sides. “Why are you doing this?”

 

Gaara looked shocked, “What?”

 

“Why are you so insistent on protecting me? You haven't even known me for a week and you've already punched my dad.” Sakura said the last part, trying to lighten the dreary mood.

 

“You're my friend, that's what friends do…I learned that a while ago from an old friend, and I've never forgotten it.”

 

“Oh.” Sakura looked down as if in deep thought but looked up almost instantly and smiled, embracing him into a hug, burying her face into his chest. Gaara was shocked as if not sure what to do, but soon returned the hug, resting his chin on her head. They stayed like for a few moments before Gaara's eyes suddenly widened and whispered to Sakura.

 

“Um, Sakura…I might have forgotten to mention something.” Sakura moved away from his in confusion.

 

“What?” But before she could get an answer she saw eight figures standing on the lawn in front of them. Sakura smiled nervously before turning to glare at Gaara. “You forgot to mention we were standing in front of your house!” Sakura said in a hoarse whisper.

 

“It's not something I say every time I walk in front of it.”

 

“Don't be a smart ass! They saw us hug, what am I to say to that?!”

 

“You could always tell them what happened.”

 

“Hah, funny.” He's going to pay for this.

 

One of the eight figures walked forward, revealing himself as Naruto. “Um, we heard voices, and then they were quiet and then we saw you hugging and…are you guys together?!” Sakura and Gaara looked at each other; Sakura was smirking while Gaara glared at her. Payback. Sakura turned back to Naruto, smiling wide.

 

“Yep!” Before Gaara could protest Sakura snapped her head back to Gaara letting out a harsh whisper, “They don't get to know, so it's this or I go back to my house tomorrow.” Gaara glared at her, thinking of the statement, if looks could kill.

 

“You owe me.” Gaara turned to the group to see they had moved in closer, revealing their forms, holding shocked expressions. Naruto was the first to break, smiling wildly.

 

“That's awesome! I mean, I never would have thought, but I guess I'm wrong. Nice going guys!” Gaara stood still, resisting the temptation of pounding his best friend into the ground.

 

Temari had walked up to Sakura smirking, “Hah, you treat my little brother well.” Sakura smiled and nodded with a slight twitch in her eye. Kankuro came up with a smirk as he slung his arm around Gaara.

 

“Sakura, eh? I have to say little bro, I am proud.” Gaara glared at Kankuro, shoving him off. Tenten came in cheerfully, hugging Sakura.

 

“You guys are so cute together!”

 

“Tenten…you're choking me.” Sakura said smiling as she pulled away.

 

“Oops.”

 

Kiba spoke up, “Um, this is a sweet moment and all but really, I'm freezing my balls off out here. Can we go inside?” Gaara not wanting to stand there any longer quickly responded,

 

“Yes.” He quickly put his arm around Sakura's waist dragging her with him, as she let out a small squeak.

 

Once they were through the door, Gaara stopped and moved him and Sakura to the side of the door way. Once Temari came through the door he grabbed her arm making her yelp.

 

“We need to talk!” Gaara walked up the stairs dragging the two girls with him. Temari looked to Sakura for answers, but her head was down letting herself be pulled by Gaara. Kiba looked up to see the three moving upstairs.

 

“Oi! Where are you three going?”

 

Gaara yelled back, “We'll be down in a minute!” Kiba looked to the rest of the group, but was greeted with equally confused faces. Knowing it was best not to disturb Gaara when he was angry, they decided to head to the basement, leaving them be.

 

Gaara wrenched Temari's door open, ripping his arm away from Sakura, and started pacing back and forth. Sakura stood, staring at the ground as Temari came in after them, closing the door.

 

“Gaara, what the hell is going on!?” Gaara abruptly stopped and stared at Sakura.

 

“Tell her.” Sakura didn't move, she continued staring at her feet, refusing to open her mouth. Gaara glared at her.

 

“Fine, I'll tell her.” Gaara continued to glare at her for a few moments longer before letting out a sigh and turning to Temari and explain what happened at Sakura's house. Sakura kept her head down, avoiding the looks of pity from Temari. Once Gaara had finished he made his way to Temari's bed, to flop down, and stare at the ground.

 

“Sakura…” Sakura winced at the sound of her name. “Why didn't you say anything?” Sakura raised her head to see Temari looking at her with a gleam of anger in her eyes.

 

“I would have been fine; I don't need anyone's pity. This isn't the first time it's happened.” Temari glared into the nothing beside Sakura.

 

“That sick bastard! Sakura, I will not let you go back there!”

 

Sakura felt an assortment of feelings build inside her, anger being the key. Gaara sighed and held his hand up to Sakura before she could explode.

 

“We've already discussed that. She'll be staying in our guest room for two weeks, until after Halloween. That way her father can calm down. I'm still not even sure he'll remember anything in the morning.”

 

“Um, I'm completely for Sakura staying with us, but, won't your parent's notice?”

 

“Yes.” Sakura knew she should say more-Anything really. It was her life, her situation they were discussing. But it wasn't something they were supposed to know, she couldn't keep it from them and she hated that. She hated feeling so exposed, so open for them to read, to configure. Sakura looked over to see Temari and Gaara deep in conversation, not listening to their words. She watched as their mouths moved, their heads occasionally made a nodding movement. They were so…Serious. Sakura mentally slapped her self for thinking that, knowing very well it was a serious time…she was just so used to it. She thought about trying to explain to them that it was normal and she'd be fine, but gave herself a slap for that thought as well. The cold was growing inside her; Sakura raised her hand to her chest as if to grip it. She wanted to feel more serious, more alive to the situation. All there was was the cold, destroying everything else.

 

“Sakura?” Sakura lifted her head up to see Temari standing in front of her.

 

Sakura smiled, “Yes?”

 

“We've decided how we can have you stay her for the two weeks. Well, it's simple really; we just create a fake fax stating you are on a school camping trip in the woods.” In Sakura's head, it popped up with a million different doubts, different holes and flaws in the plan.

 

“Sounds good.” Sakura wanted it to work. That thought ran through her mind, pushing through the cold, feeling a slight shift in her self. “I'm going to wash up.” Sakura made for the door, but stopped and took of the hoodie she was wearing and walked over to Gaara. “Thanks for lending it to me…Sorry about the blood and alcohol, I'll make sure to wash it for you tomorrow.”

 

Gaara took the clothing in his hand, “Don't worry about it.” Sakura walked out of the room making her way to the bathroom, leaving the two siblings in Temari's room.

 

“Gaara, two weeks isn't enough. She can't go back there.”

 

“I know.”

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

“I'll figure something out.”

 

“You better.” She watched as Gaara just sighed. “You two aren't really going out then huh?”

 

“You just figured that out?”

 

“Well, I did have something a tad more important on my mind.”

 

“Well it was sort of a given.”

 

Temari glared at him, deciding not to answer. “You might want to consider washing up as well. Dried up blood isn't the best thing to go walking around with on your hands.” Temari walked out of the room and met up with Sakura, helping her down stairs to the basement as she was till in pain.

 

Gaara shifted, lifting himself off of the bed, and heading out of room switching off the light as he passed it. He reached the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He leaned over the white porcelain sink, and twisted the nozzle letting the cold water poor over his dry hands. Gaara watched as the pink liquid slid towards the drain, lost in thought.

 

(Flashback)

 

The small red haired boy looked down to see two hands shaking violently, covered in blood. My hands? His eyes widened in fear, in shock What happened…Gaara's thought trailed off when he looked beyond his hands to splashes of blood on the ground, his eyes followed it further to see a pile of bodies lying on the ground covered in blood. Gaara slowly started to back away, I didn't…He heard a noise to his right, he quickly shot his head over to three boys who were cowering in a corner, “What happened?” they didn't answer, they stood shaking against the wall. Gaara took a step towards them but stopped when they made a whimpering noise, shoving their hands in front of their bodies. Those eyes…why do they fear me? Gaara took several steps back. I did this? “No…no, NO!” The three boys boy's yelped at the volume Gaara's voice had risen to. Gaara gripped his hair, dropping to his knees as he tried to remember something, anything.

 

(End of flashback)

 

Gaara's hands were at his sides, clenched in fists, “Damnit!” He slammed both fist down on the sink before shutting off the water and stalking out of the bathroom.

 

When Gaara had gotten downstairs he noticed the lights were out, and nine people were sitting around on the couches, looking towards the TV screen. When he came into view of them, Temari spoke up instantly.

 

“Since Sakura isn't feeling too well Gaara, we decided to watch a movie; I made sure to save you a seat next to Sakura.” Temari was smirking at him; he looked around to see everyone staring at him, apparently waiting for him to sit down. He looked back to Temari to give her a death glare before seating himself next to Sakura, who gave him an apologetic smile. Next to Gaara was Shikamaru, Temari took her seat next to Shikamaru, still smiling to herself. Naruto was sitting on a couch to the left of Gaara's. He lifted his hand, apparently holding the remote, waiting for Gaara to come and press play.

 

It was a horror torture movie; it went by the name of Hostel. Gaara was enjoying it, so far it had blood, boobs and more blood. About half way through he noticed Sakura had gotten an extreme amount closer to him, her hands were holding a pillow up to cover her face except for her eyes, he could tell she definitely did not like the movie. He smirked, “You know it's not that bad…it's just a movie.” Sakura peeked out from behind her pillow to shoot Gaara a glare.

 

“It certainly looks real, which is enough. I hate these cruel torture movies.” Gaara chuckled at her, but quickly turned back to the movie. A few more moments passed; it seamed that the knowledge that Sakura and Gaara had supposedly gotten together had sparked thoughts into everyone's minds. Tenten was sitting next to Neji, who's arm was around her, letting her burry her face in his chest every time something came up that scared her. He sat there contently, with a slight smile. Hinata was practically sitting behind Naruto burying her face in his back while he held her arms around his waste stroking her hands to calm her down from her heightened state of fear of the movie, and probably somewhat of the fact that Naruto was stroking her hand. Temari however was a different story. Shikamaru sat there looking bored with his arm around her waste as she enjoyed every minute of the movie. Even Kiba and Kankuro looked a little close sitting on the couch to the right of Gaara and Sakura, they sat both wide eyed staring at the screen, every few moments inching closer, both scared to death.

 

An image flashed in the screen of a guy's Achilles tendon being cut, Sakura snapped she quickly threw her pillow at the screen, shoving her face into Gaara's shoulder. The group stared at her in shock; Temari looked over and smirked at the picture. Gaara sat wide eyed staring at the pink haired girl as she buried her face into his shoulder gripping his arm. “Nice one Sakura.” Sakura slowly looked up from Gaara's shoulder to see Temari smirking at her. Sakura looked up at Gaara, and turned a deep shade of red, hiding it in his shoulder once again.

 

“It scared me…”

 

“We noticed. Try not to kill our TV next time, eh?” Temari was still smirking at Sakura as she turned an even deeper red.

 

“Yeah…sorry about that.” Sakura gave a nervous laugh, and turned to look back at the screen, still keeping her grasp on Gaara's arm who said nothing.

 

Through out the movie Sakura managed to cause Gaara loss of feeling in his right arm, and throw an additional two more pillows at the screen. By the time it was over, Sakura felt a rush of relief wash over her, and let loose her grip on Gaara's arm who swung it back and forth, feeling that numb cold tingling sensation rush through it.

 

Temari stretched her arms, giving a satisfactory smile, “So, it's just about eleven o'clock, time for you guys to get going.”

 

Naruto made a sour face, “But, it's ONLY eleven…” Hinata moved out from behind him, retracting her arms from around his waist.

 

“No, she's right, you guys should get going.”

 

“Fine.” Naruto stood to face the other guys who still lay lazily on the couches. “Come on, we should uh, get going to my house…yeah.” Neji shot up, pulling his hands to his chest in front of him.

 

“S-see you girls l-later.” Neji ran out of the room and up the stairs, knowing if he stayed any longer he would ruin their plans. Gaara rolled his eyes, watching him run out of the room. He sat up lazily, slowly rising, stretching his arms out.

 

“Bye.” He made for the door but noticed his friends all glaring at him, shifting their eyes from him to Sakura. He sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes he walked back to Sakura who apparently was oblivious to the situation, and planted a kiss on her forehead. Sakura froze as a small pink rose to her cheeks. Gaara smirked as he walked away, hands shoved in his pockets. Sakura looked as he walked away smirking, making her silently curse herself for letting him get to her like that.

 

Temari looked to her left to see Shikamaru sitting on the couch, staring off into to space. “Get up you lazy ass!” Temari grabbed his hand, yanking him up from his seat.

 

“Gee, thanks.” Shikamaru glared at her, but instantly changed when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, and ushered him out of the room, to the stairs. She walked back in to see Naruto had already gotten Kiba and Kankuro up and was walking out with them, each one unusually quiet.

 

Naruto gave a wave, “See you later.” Temari watched from the bottom of the stairs as each boy made their way up and out the door. She turned around and sighed, giving a big smile.

 

“Finally.”

 

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Kankuro walked out of the door into the cold night, shutting it behind him, smiling at the group of guys.

 

“Finally, let's get the stuff ready.”

 

Tada! I really hope you liked it! Please R&R, flamers welcome! The next chapter shall be out soon.