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Dark Star Of Midnight 2008-07-26 ch 8,	abusei love this story, oh so much
Dark Star Of Midnight 2008-07-25 ch 3,	abuse“You look overly morose this morning,” Temari said teasingly, eyeing her baby brother as she walked in. Gaara sat on a stool, having a bowl of cereal for breakfast on the kitchen counter. He looked up slowly, grunting in greeting at his sister, returning to his food immediately. The three siblings shared a four bedroom house near the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t far enough from Konoha’s center to be labeled a suburb, but it was a great improvement in living quarters. Having spent their childhood sharing a small two room apartment with their abusive father, the three of them had slept in the same room for over 10 years. Once they had grown up enough to get stable jobs, all of them pitched in to buy the house, moving away from their shabby neighborhood, never to return. ‘He’s been back one day and he’s already brooding about something,’ the blond woman thought, as she made her way to the fridge. ‘How typical of him.’ She was probably the only person who could tell the difference between his usually serious façade and his true bad moods. To any other person, he would appear the same, cold, serious and calculating, no matter what he was feeling inside. Having been his sister all her life and having experienced his volatile temper first-hand many times, she’d become quite an expert in reading his body language. Taking some orange juice out, Temari eyed him one more time. Deciding he was safe to talk to, she pulled up a stool next to him, sitting down. She looked him over first, thinking over her strategy of how she was going crack his moody shell. The opportunity presented itself when she noticed he was already showered and dressed, giving her an ample clue as to why he was so gloomy. “You’re showered and ready early today. You just came back yesterday. I thought you would sleep all day today,” she said casually, throwing her bait. Surprisingly enough, he took it immediately. “I got a new job,” he said angrily, giving her such a deadly look that any other person would have cowered and left instantly. She wasn’t any normal person however… Gaara wasn’t the only one who had grown up on the streets. “Really?” she said, ignoring his look. “Who are you watching over this time?” “Some stupid rich girl who’s the owner of a large medicine firm,” he said, a bit too roughly. “I see,” she answered quietly. “But if you didn’t want the job, then why did you take it?” “Because of that baka, Naruto!” he practically yelled as he stood up, throwing his breakfast bowl in the sink. ‘So that’s it,’ Temari thought. ‘This mystery didn’t take long to solve.’ “What does Naruto have anything to do with this?” she patiently probed. “The girl I’m going to work for is his friend. His best friend,” he disgustingly said. “He asked me to look over her as a personal favor, so I didn’t have much choice in the matter.” Temari could almost laugh. In any other light, the situation would have been funny as she saw her brother throw a tantrum like a 5 year old. This was Gaara, however, and knowing how dangerous he was, she didn’t dare smile. Instead, she tried to calm him down. “Ok, so you had no choice in the matter and now you’re stuck with the job. But that doesn’t mean you need to be nice to her. You just do your job, fulfill the basics. Naruto can’t force you to like her. All you need to do is protect her. No one can force you to become her best friend. Just take it like any other job. If you keep your distance and don’t let her get to you, you’ll be fine.” Gaara looked intently at her for a moment, his anger slowly leaving his face. He weighed her words, finally deciding she was right. No one could force him to like the pink haired girl. All he had to do was pretend she was like any other business person he had worked for… why should she be any different, anyway? Temari looked him over, realizing his tantrum had passed. She smiled at him slightly, trying to pull him out of his brooding completely. He sighed loudly in response, nodding his head. “You’re right,” he said quietly. “I need to treat this like any other job.” Making his way upstairs, Gaara went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth quickly. Going into his room, he thought about taking a jacket, but then decided against it; it would only be an extra item he would have to carry. He hastily made his way downstairs again. Even though he cared nothing for his present job, it wouldn’t do to be late. He looked at Temari, who was still seated in the kitchen, as he opened the front door. He graced her with a brief smile before he left, bracing himself to face the day ahead. Alone in the house, the blond woman sighed quietly, looking directly at the door her brother had just closed. “You’re welcome”, she softly whispered. x “Good morning,” a bashful Hinata practically squeaked as a looming Gaara stood over her desk, arms crossed in front of him. “Ano… Sakura-san will see you in just a moment. She’s finishing up with a meeting. Please take a seat,” she finished, gesturing towards some couches to the side. Without saying anything, Gaara ungraciously plopped down into one, looking directly at the wall in front, as if trying to pierce a whole into it. Hinata swallowed… hard. There was something unnerving about this bodyguard Naruto had recommended to them. He was just too cold. She admitted she always acted timidly around people, but he was effectively making her feel even smaller than she already felt. Not being one to break under pressure, Hinata gathered her courage. “Would you like some coffee?” she offered bravely. Gaara slowly turned to her, black rimmed eyes falling directly on her face. Hinata thought she would faint. Noting the girl’s uncomfortable demeanor, Gaara tried to relax. None of this was her fault… she was just doing her job. She was in the same position he was in, working for Sakura, so there was no point in taking his frustration out on her. Come to think of it, he might be able to form some sort of alliance with her, since they were in the same predicament, or so he thought. Striking some sort of friendship with this dark haired girl might help him survive this whole ordeal. Plastering his friendliest expression on his face, which he knew wasn’t very good, he accepted her offer. Hinata breathed out loud enough for him to hear. Getting up from her desk, she walked over to the coffee machine located by the window. Sakura simply loved coffee and decided she just had to have a machine at work. It was just like the ones you found at cafés, only a bit smaller. It was one of the luxuries Sakura had decided she deserved. “Would you like a latte, cappuccino, or mocha?” Hinata asked. A small surprised look on his face revealed Gaara’s confusion. ‘Since when is getting a cup of coffee so difficult?’ he thought. “A latte, please,” he finally answered, as Hinata turned to prepare his cup. Gaara returned to his intent staring at the wall, mentally noting that this job would take some getting used to. The red head was accustomed to business trips and hotels were he would only mingle with serious looking men in suits. Once he thought about it, he’d never worked for a female employer before. He could only pray this wouldn’t complicate things further… women had a way of getting on his nerves. Hinata approached him with a large cup of coffee. As he took it from her, he murmured a quiet “thank you” and proceeded to sip from the cup, looking at the black haired assistant as she sat back down at her desk. Thinking it would be prudent to gather some information before meeting with Sakura, he tried to smile and be friendly. “So,” he said, trying to be casual, “how long have you been working here?” Hinata looked at him suddenly, as if she hadn’t expected him to speak. Averting her eyes nervously, she wrung her hands for a moment before speaking. “Ano, I’ve been working here for 7 years now, ever since Sakura took hold over management. She was only 18 at the time and needed all the help she could get.” “Why did she take over the company when she was so young?” Gaara asked. “Actually, she inherited Hphar when she was 17, but wasn’t legally allowed to take over until she was 18.” Hinata paused for a moment, looking sad. “Sakura’s parents died; first her mother and then her father shortly after.” “I see,” the redhead said thoughtfully. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Even though he actually didn’t mean that last statement, he knew it was only polite to say so. Having lost his mother the day he was born and his father, or semblance of a father in fact, when he was 13, Gaara thought no one could have had it as tough as him. At least Sakura’s parents had left her something with which to secure her future. All his parents had left him were some deep emotional scars which would probably never go away. Deliberately breaking this line of thought, Gaara shook his head slightly. He was about to ask Hinata something else, but the large door next to her desk suddenly opened. “Thank you for the reports, I really found them useful,” a smiling Sakura was saying, as she stepped out of her office accompanied by three men. They were older than her, probably in their thirties, but acted towards the pink haired woman with great respect. After a quick exchange of pleasantries and farewells, the men made their way to the elevator, passing directly in front of Gaara’s seat. They looked him over with an arrogant smirk, as if judging him unworthy of the place he was in. The redhead took it all in stride, since this wasn’t the first time he’d experienced such looks, but made a mental note of their faces, just in case he met them on the street one day. As she watched her finance team walk away, Sakura’s gaze inevitably fell to the sitting man on one of her waiting couches. Releasing her breath slowly through a small gap in her lips, she reminded herself of the conclusion she had come to last night. Naruto had come over for dinner at her small apartment, and their conversation had unavoidably turned to the redhead at hand. Sakura had told Naruto she thought she didn’t want Gaara for the job, but the blond wouldn’t hear any of it. After a few minutes of bickering, Naruto went quiet, and told Sakura briefly about his friend’s troubled childhood, which explained why he wasn’t the friendliest person on the planet. Naruto told her how Gaara had been as alone as he had been when he was young, and reminded her of how she had managed to see beyond his own appearance and had become his true friend. According to the blond, the least Sakura could do for Gaara was to give him a chance, just like she had done for him. Cursing the fox boy for making things personal, Sakura had relented and decided she would be as open and as friendly as she could. But she warned Naruto that if Gaara stepped out of line, she would give him a piece of her mind. Now, when the moment came to put her words into action, Sakura hesitated. She couldn’t help but go over the events of the day before when they had met briefly. In only a few seconds, Gaara had managed to ignite her temper in such a way that her head had actually hurt for a while. Feeling the trickling of anger at the memory, Sakura was about to tell him to leave when the image of a smiling blue-eyed blond came into her mind. Defeated, she turned towards the sitting red head, smiling as honestly as she could. He would be defending her life after all, she should be somewhat grateful for the gesture, even though it was his job. “Good morning,” she said amiably. “Please step into my office.” Nodding at her in greeting, Gaara stood up from the couch, making his way into her office. Behind his back, Hinata and Sakura exchanged meaningful looks, the dark haired girl wishing her boss luck with this encounter. From what she had experienced just now, Sakura was going to need it. x “Take a seat,” Sakura said, as she gestured to an armchair in front of her desk. Without a word, the redhead sat down, arms crossed, looking at his surroundings. ‘I wonder if he’s actually evaluating my office for security,’ the pink haired woman thought. ‘Naruto said he was really professional, but he surely doesn’t look like it.’ Sakura eyed him for a moment, taking in his appearance. Gaara was wearing a black t-shirt, some relatively baggy cargo pants and black trainers. If you would meet him on the street, you would never think he was a qualified bodyguard… except maybe for his well built frame. But apart from that, he gave no clue regarding his profession. ‘We’re going to have to do something about his clothes. He can’t possible go out to a business dinner dressed like that,’ Sakura was thinking when the man under her inspection suddenly spoke. “Naruto tells me you’ve been receiving death threats,” he said, as if it were an everyday occurrence. “Would you mind telling me more about it?” “Don’t you want to go over your contract details first?” Sakura asked, somewhat surprised at his straightforward manner. “I’d prefer to see what I’m dealing with first before I take on a job,” Gaara replied, his face a mask of stone. Nodding hesitantly, Sakura looked away from him, her face showing her nervousness clearly. It would seem she wasn’t prepared to go over the subject so soon. However, much to her credit, her green eyes hardened as she turned to face Gaara directly once more. “I received a couple of death notes. The first was a little more than a week ago and the second one two days ago. Initially I thought it all was some sort of sick joke… I didn’t think anyone would really want to kill me… it just seems so, impossible…” She grew quiet for an instant, as if taking the enormity of her situation in. The redhead watched her curiously, assessing her demeanour. From what he could see, she was genuinely afraid, but was trying hard not to show it. Considering the situation, it was only natural for her to feel this way and the fact that she wasn’t cowering before the threats only added points in her favour. The last thing Gaara needed was a panicky and jumpy female on his hands. “The second time was a lot more direct than the first,” Sakura continued. “The first time, they just left me the note on my car’s windshield. But the next time…well, I was attacked in the basement of this building.” “You were attacked?” Gaara interrupted. “More or less. I wasn’t attacked physically, but it was definitely some sort of assault. I was making my way to my car late at night, when a black motorcycle stampeded me. It finally stopped when it was almost on top of me, but still, I thought I was done for.” “Did you see the driver?” the redhead asked, trying to obtain as much information as possible. “No, he… or she, I really couldn’t tell… they were dressed completely in black, including their helmet. It was impossible for me to see the driver’s face.” “I see,” he replied thoughtfully. “After the motorcycle stopped, a package was thrown at my feet. It not only contained another death threat, but had a plastic doll, dressed in my resemblance. It even had pink hair and green eyes… it was incredibly grotesque.” Sakura remembered how the doll’s head had rolled when Shikamaru picked it up. Shuddering imperceptibly, she preferred not to tell Gaara about it, the memory was simply too disturbing. She grew quiet as Gaara analyzed the information she had just given. He’d seen similar cases before, but usually, there was an evident reason for the threats. From what Naruto and Sakura had hinted, they had no idea why she was receiving death notes. ‘We’ll find out soon enough,’ he thought. “Alright,” the redhead said out loud. “I’ll take the job.” “Great!” Sakura exclaimed, a large, genuine smile on her face. She was incredibly relieved since she hadn’t expected him to analyze her case first before taking the job. Deep down inside, she had been worried he would reject her offer to hire him. Even though he was as amiable as an iceberg, she preferred having him as a bodyguard than a complete stranger. ‘If Naruto trusts him, then maybe I should too,’ she said to herself. Immersed in her thoughts, she failed to notice Gaara’s curious expression. She was genuinely happy with him for taking the job, something never experienced before by his employers. Most of the business men who hired him always did so because they had no other choice and it was evident they didn’t appreciate his company. Having become an expert in reading other people’s body language, the smile Sakura had just graced him with was authentic, a gesture rarely directed at him. ‘Maybe this job will be slightly tolerable,’ he said to himself. But then he remembered he was dealing with a spoiled rich girl, someone who probably used actual money to fuel her fireplace. Hardening his eyes once more, he turned to her as she spoke. “Alright, now that you’ve accepted, I’d really appreciate it if you told me how this whole bodyguard business works. As you can tell, I’ve never done this before.” “It’s simple,” he said, smirking slightly. “I trail your every move from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep. At least that’s how it works when I accompany my employers on business trips. Your case is different however, since I would be accompanying you on your daily routine.” Sakura nodded as he spoke, giving him her full attention. “Depending on your needs, I can be with you 24 hours a day, which would mean I will need to sleep over at your place,” he sneered at the uncomfortable look on her face before continuing. “But that would cost you more. If you don’t need me there 24 hours a day, we can work out a schedule.” “I think we can start off with an arranged schedule,” Sakura said, not at all comfortable with the idea of having this walking piece of ice staying over. “I can pick you up on my way to work and drop you off when I finish.” “That would give your assailant opportunity to attack you on your way to work and on your way back. Hiring me wouldn’t be make any difference in that case, since both times you have been threatened happened when you were on your way home.” The pink haired woman’s eyes widened slightly at his observation. She hated to admit it, but he was absolutely right. “What do you suggest then?” “I think it would be better for me to arrive at your house before you leave for work. I would also accompany you on your way back and then leave on my own.” “What if I want to go out for dinner or a drink?” “It would be the same. I accompany you wherever you go until you come home,” Gaara replied patiently, as if he were explaining things to a child. “And on weekends?” “We arrange a schedule as well where I can arrive later than on weekends, for I presume you like to sleep late on your days off. But apart from that, the routine would be the same. But I would like to point out that if you want to go out on weekends and plan on coming back home late, it will cost you.” With the way he emphasized the last statement, Sakura was sure he wasn’t looking forward to such an event. “Don’t worry, I don’t like to party much,” she said. “But I’ll keep it in mind just the same.” “Also, I will also need a copy of your house keys in case of an emergency.” “WHAT?” Sakura asked, a blush rising quickly on her cheeks. Was he crazy? What he had just proposed was completely indecent… he could walk in on her while she walked around naked in her apartment! Not that she usually did that, but you never knew. Inner Sakura was outraged, throwing a proper tantrum. “You heard me,” Gaara replied impatiently. “Get those stupid ideas out of your head. I’m not interested in seeing you naked. You don’t have to worry about that.” Inner Sakura was now offically furious. How dare he? Does he think I’m repulsive? He has no idea of how many men would die to see my amazing figure! Arrogant bastard! As she glared at him, Gaara grew quiet. After a few moments, Sakura managed to compose herself, calming her inner self down. Once she thought about it, he did have a point. Also, the fact that he would have his own key would be good for weekends, when he could just come in to her apartment without waking her up. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “Good,” he replied. “Do you have any other questions?” Sakura looked thoughtful for an instant. “Not at the moment, but if something comes up I’ll ask you.” They proceeded to tie up all the minor cost details and Gaara’s salary. Sakura didn’t know if his service was costly or not, since she hadn’t done this before. Knowing this whole thing was necessary, however, she didn’t complain and agreed to the price he set. After everything was set up, all the proper contracts signed, Sakura took out a folio from one of her drawers. “I’m going to be working all morning, so to keep you busy, I made this file for you to go over,” she said, handing it to him. “It’s a record of all the people I have close contact with at work, people you don’t need to be suspicious of.” ‘Your attacker could be anyone, including these people,” Gaara thought. But he kep quiet. He also knew this would be most helpful to him in identifying any possible threats and was amazed at her for making such a smart move. ‘At least she’s not stupid.’ He nodded as he took the folio from her. Sitting back in her large chair, Sakura sighed. “I really do need to get some work done. Make yourself comfortable wherever you like.” Gaara stood, making his way to the sitting area across the office. Placing the folio on his lap as he sat, he looked at the large window, enjoying the amazing view it offered for a moment. Despite its location, the redhead didn’t look forward to being cooped up in this office all day. Due to this, he suddenly had a foreboding feeling, knowing this could be the most boring job in his life. Looking down at the folio, he decided he would take his time going through it, just to keep himself occupied. x “YES! Lunch!” Sakura exclaimed as they stood outside the Italian restaurant, Hinata and Gaara standing beside her. Hinata smiled at her while Gaara glared. She had given him quiet a fright when all of a sudden, she had stood up from her desk chair in a flash, screaming something about today being Friday and of how she deserved to go out for lunch. He just wasn’t used to noisy and boisterous women, and he didn’t think he would ever be. Effectively, they now stood outside her chosen restaurant, making their way inside. Some waiters came to greet them, leading them to their seats. Gaara, as he was accustomed to, proceeded to sit down at a nearby table. His employers never appreciated his company at their table, since he was just a simple worker. They would never have someone of his station sharing a meal with them. It was unheard of. “What are you doing?” Sakura asked angrily as she saw him sit down. Thinking he hadn’t done anything wrong, he looked at her defensively. “What?” In a moment of insight, Sakura knew why he was sitting separate from them and realized how badly his previous employers must have treated him. She knew because she had seen it before, on business dinners with fellow managers, how they would actually make their bodyguards stand during their whole meal, which could last up to 3 hours. Thinking it was completely disrespectful, she had always frowned at such behaviour. She had never thought of treating Gaara in such a way, no matter how mean he was. “If you think I’m going to let you eat apart from us like if you were my servant, you’re completely wrong,” she said. “Stop being a fool and take a seat with us. I can’t promise you will like the conversation, but it’s better than eating alone.” Gaara looked at her, his surprise evident in his expression. At first, he did not know how to react… he didn’t know if he should feel insulted or grateful. But then, he saw the genuine smile she was giving him and realized she was being honest. She was treating him with respect, something he would have never expected from any of his former benefactors. Somehow some of the tension he had been feeling since he had agreed to take this job began to slowly fade. He stood up, a small smile on his face. “I’ll probably just end up leaving the table anyway. I’m not sure I’ll be able to tolerate any girl talk.” After a moment, Sakura laughed, realizing he was joking with her. Hinata giggled as well, never expecting any type of humour from the cold bodyguard. It was quiet a surprise for both of them, but a pleasant surprise nonetheless. Sitting down with the two women, Gaara felt strangely comfortable. He had never been welcomed at a table before, much less by two laughing females. As they ordered their drinks and food, he found himself thinking he might just enjoy this whole ordeal after all. Little did he know that, in that moment, Sakura was thinking the exact same thing. x On the street, hidden behind a tree, a dark figure looked through the window, watching Sakura and two companions have lunch. Scowling, it eyed the muscular man accompanying her. After a few seconds, it stepped away, joining the flow of pedestrians on the sidewalk, sneering as it walked. My little Sakura, how naïve of you. If you wish to escape your fate, you will have to do a lot better than hiring Sabaku no Gaara… a lot better. An evil laugh was heard among the crowd of people, but before anyone could stop and locate its source, it was gone. - There you have it! I hope you liked it. I know it was a boring chapter, but sometimes you just can’t skip those… gr. The plot needs to make some sense, damn it! Hehe. PLEASE REVIEW! Your encouragement is greatly needed… Thanks for reading!
fueledBYpachi 2008-07-20 ch 12,	abuseFinishing your story, I have to say I'm usually a die-hard Sasuke&Sakura fan, but this story... was... I don't even know. I'm completely and utterly speechless. And though I'll probably never be anything but a Sasuke&Sakura fan, this story gave me a whole new perspective. Especially on Gaara, and now he's officially my current Naruto eye-candy. The way you describe the lust and attraction between Gaara and Sakura was... HOT! Now, I can't stop thinking about how you described Gaara's abs. [nosebleed!] And your fight scenes kept me on the edge! Also, I must say now, I really just want to kick Sakura's out of this story and stick me in it. [hehe. doesn't everyone?] And I love how you made Sasuke the demented, psycho, stalker ex-boyfriend. Brilliant. Though honestly, I was so caught up in the story, I never really stopped to check for mistakes [which is good], and I really liked how you kept with the story line/plot. I'm still pretty sure you had some grammar errors here and there, but everything else is basically covered! Above all, I felt that you did an amazingly superb job, and I suppose majoring in pyschology really does give you a different perspective and personality with writing stories. So keep on and once again, kick story!! ~fueledBYpachi
addicted2reviews 2008-07-15 ch 12,	abusegreat job on the story i really in joy your work
MoyE 2008-07-09 ch 12,	abuseSo, I really liked the beginning of this story. It kept true to the personalities of the characters and had a nice building plot. My question is why did you change where you were going? Why the heck did you suddenly decide Sasuke was going to kidnap Sakura? I have to guess it was a sudden decision because you started the story with Orochimaru’s gang trying to get under her skin. Sasuke did not need them, if it wasn’t for Orochimaru’s scare tactics then Sakura would have never hired a body guard or had the police force backing her up. Sasuke could have just taken her one random day and nobody would have been the wiser. Second, what was up with all the love spews. I love him, my lover, I trust him with my life, I cannot live without you, I’d rather be raped then get you hurt. I felt at some point you took this to far. I get it, they love each other, but they are still relatively young and have not known each other all that long. After the 11th chapter I almost closed the page because I could not take the sappiness of it anymore. I also had a small problem with the amount of cliches you decided to use. Combined with “The worst feeling he ever felt, the happiness moment, the best tasting thing ever,” helped add to the childish tone. At some point I felt I was reading matured honed skills, at other times I thought I was reading a rabid fangirls crazed love for Naruto lack of skills. To be honest your ending ruined my happy view of this story. I loved the ties of Naruto true attributes turned into real life careers. (To bad Temari didn’t make fans...) You kept true to human emotions and made me feel for the characters. This story could have been so much better tho. I know my little one review against over five hundred probably will not faze you, but I leave this in hope that your other stories will not follow this stories same path. This story was good, your next story can be great. I hope this do not discourage you and does more good than bad.
vikkaayBYAH 2008-07-05 ch 12,	abuse-claps- Beautiful! Encore, encore!
vikkaayBYAH 2008-07-05 ch 11,	abuse-speechlessness- -tears- -takes breath for upcoming run-on- OMG THAT WAS SO GOOD THIS IS SO MUCH LIKE LOVE MAYBE IT IS LOVE I DON'T KNOW BUT THAT WAS SO GOOD I CAN'T WAIT FOR HIM TO WAKE UP SO THAT THEY CAN EMBRACE AND ETC. ETC. AH AND TSUNADE CAME AND SHOWED THOSE STUPID FRICKIN DOCTORS WHO'S BOSS HECK YEAH AND THEN GAARA BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF SASUKE LIKE SHBAM OMG THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR WRITING! -hearts times infinity-
vikkaayBYAH 2008-07-05 ch 10,	abuseNow, don't get me wrong, I think a LOT of people go really well with Sakura, Sasuke being one of them. But right now.. SASUKE CAN GO TO FREAKING &o%&&(&(&))%^$))*!#$@$ Seriously. I have action scene music all ready and everything. CAN'T FREAKING WAIT.
vikkaayBYAH 2008-07-05 ch 9,	abuseOMG. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Ack, ok, just to start off, music REALLY helped me to get pumped for this chapter. And I was still surprised that she was kidnapped even though there are 3 more chapters so something BAD is SUPPOSED to happen, blahh. That was so good. Man, seriously it was SO GOOD. You have no idea. THANK YOU FOR WRITING!
vikkaayBYAH 2008-07-05 ch 8,	abuseAww, that ending was THE best. Seriously. There is way too much fluff in your endings, and I absolutely love it! Haha, thank God for blueberry cheescake. ^.^
vikkaayBYAH 2008-07-05 ch 7,	abuseTHIS IS SO GOOD! OMG -dies- Yes, you did kill me with that last line. Gaara is way too hot for his own good. AAH. BTW, I loved the disclaimer when you said 'You're mine' to Gaara. Ahah, cute, cute. One more thing before I continue reading: IT'S KABUTO ISN'T IT?! HE WAS HOLDING HIS SIDE AND HE'S FROM FREAKING SOUND AND THEY PROBABLY WANNA DO SOMETHING STUPID THAT WILL GET HIS ** KICKED LIKE KIDNAP HER OR SOMETHING. GRAR! Ok thanks for writing, bye! ^^
silverstorm16 2008-06-30 ch 1,	abuseI just love this story. You are an excellent writer and deserve only the best of praise. Keep writing and never give up. hhehehe see ya you rock
Fiane 2008-06-19 ch 12,	abuseYay!! That was a perfect ending! I really loved this fic and you should give yourself a pat on the back for such a wonderful story.
Fiane 2008-06-19 ch 9,	abuseI love your stories and you are a brilliant writer! Nice work on the whole scheming Saskue; it worked out well.
Fiane 2008-06-19 ch 6,	abusepsycho...psycho...psycho...I have to agree with that comment. YAY! Go Gaara! He thrashed Kimimaru!! I really love this story

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