Mary: O-M-G!!! SETSUCON!!!! Omg, 'twas amazing! I dressed up as Gaara, and I finally felt like I belonged somewhere…and now it's over. TT-TT It's so sad…but I was so happy, I decided to type this up, just for you! And by you…I don't know…JUST BE GLAD I'M POSTING SOMETHING!

Warnings: Gaara is…crazy. As in, 'I'm gonna kill you and you belong to me' Shukaku crazy. SORRY

Disclaimer: the Princess of Thieves does not own Naruto. However, she does own a Kakashi make-up mirror, an Itachi address book, a picture of Gaara in a panda outfit, a Gaara clock, and Itachi's headband via Setsucon.

Dedications(because I want to): Since my friends all hate Sakura and wouldn't appreciate this, this is dedicated to "Temari", "Kankuro", and "Lee" from Setsucon…even though Temari likes Sandcest and GaaLee and stuff…;; still dedicated to you guys, kuz …you rock. Nuff said. MOVING ON…

"Leave me alone!"

A hand swatted at an outstretched arm, catching the blonde girl off balance. She stepped back in surprise as the little rosette girl on the ground pushed her away. The girl stood, wiping her tear-stained cheeks and crying green eyes.

"What's your problem, forehead girl?" the blonde spat, sky blue eyes burning.

"Stop it!" the rosette girl screamed. "Why do you always pick on me? Why can't you leave me alone?"

"I didn't do anything!" the blonde snapped.

"You were teasing me!" the rosette cried, bursting into tears. "What did I do wrong?" She wiped away the freshly-formed tears. "Why can't they leave me alone?"

Haruno Sakura was fed up. Her six-year-old body could only take so much abuse. She'd sat crying for her whole life as girls picked on her forehead. She wasn't going to take it any longer.

"Hey, what are you talking about?!" the blonde cried. "I wasn't-"


Sakura's palm connected with the girl's cheek. The blonde's head whipped to the side, a pink, palm-shaped mark staining her cheek. She retracted her hand, eyes widened in the horror of her actions, and stepped back. She never lashed "I-I…" she stuttered. She took another step back before she turned around and ran. She ran through the park as quickly as she could. She passed through streets and playgrounds without stopping. When she reached her home, she burst into sobs and came through the door, clutching her surprised mother's leg. The rosette woman jumped in surprise, but picked up her crying child.

"Hush, sweetie," she whispered, rocking the six-year-old gently. "Did they make fun of your forehead?"

Sakura nodded, burying her face into her mother's shoulder. They stayed in that position until her tears subsided and she'd cried herself to sleep. The girl's mother brought her upstairs and placed her on the bed.

"Hiro," she called her husband. She heard a grunt of reply. "Remember that mission to Suna…?"

"M-mom? D-dad?"

Sakura jumped up. This place was unfamiliar to her. Where was she? She continued to call her parents, unaware that they were truly miles away. "Mom! Dad!" The rosette girl jumped in from her bed and ran to the door, throwing it open. She jumped in surprise when a tall, blonde man was in front of her door. He looked surprised as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, the hand reaching for the knob moving to his side. "I heard you screaming and-"

"Who-who are you?" she asked quietly.

His eyes widened with surprise. "I'm Yashamaru," he answered. "You're staying with me while your parents are on a mission, remember?" Sakura shook her head. "I guess they didn't tell you…"

"Where am I?" she asked. "Are we still in Konoha?"

Yashamaru shook his head. "Suna."


He nodded. Sakura's mood suddenly became dreary, so he put a hand on her shoulder. "You know, there are some kids outside playing soccer. Why don't you go play with them?"

Sakura looked up and nodded. "Okay," she replied sadly, and Yashamaru couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He led her toward the door and opened it for her. As he said, there were seven or eight kids kicking a ball outside of the house. They all froze and looked up as the door opened, as if afraid of something. After a moment, they breathed a sigh a relief and continued their game. Yashamaru pushed her forward softly, coaxing her. She hopped down the steps and cautiously approached the group.

"E-excuse me?" she called, catching their attention. "M-may I…p-play w-with you?" she asked. They looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay," one said. "You're on my-"

A soccer ball zoomed by Sakura's face, causing her to jump in surprise. It bounced off behind a corner. "Sorry!" rang a voice.

"Kosuke, you idiot!"

"It's okay," Sakura told them, running after the ball. "I'll get it!"

She turned the corner to go after the ball, but the children's attention was no longer on her. Instead, they were all staring in horror at the arrival of a red-head boy. He had circles around his eyes and no eyebrows, and he looked lonely.

"Can I…" he began to say softly, but stopped at the children's expressions. They began backing away in fear.

"It's Gaara…"

"It's him! Gaara of the Desert!"


The children took off; running, screaming, and looking back in terror. Gaara's chest pounded and he clutched the cloth above his heart. "Why…" he whispered. "Why are you running?" Sand began to stir around him. "Don't leave me…"

"Hey! Where are you going?" someone's voice cried. Gaara turned in the direction of the voice and saw pink hair and green eyes. Sakura was holding the soccer ball in her small hands, and looked as if she were about to cry. "Why are you leaving? I got the ball back!" she cried, but the children didn't turn around. She let out a sad sigh. "Even here, no one wants to be my friends," she muttered. That's when Gaara caught her eye. Green and blue clashed, and the children stared at each other for a few moments. Sakura lowered her gaze. 'Figures,' she thought. 'He's just staring at my forehead…'

Of course, Gaara wasn't. He wasn't staring at her forehead, or her pink hair, or anything about her in particular. He was just…staring. 'Why hasn't she run away yet?' he wondered. When she sadly lowered her gaze, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. 'Well…'

Sakura jumped as something slid across her hands; sand. It curled around the ball and gently took it from her grasp. Her green eyes followed as the sand inched away from her, dropping the ball into the arms of the redhead boy. Silence passed once again between the two until he gulped loudly.

"D-do you…" he asked nervously, "want to…play? W-with me?"

Sakura didn't reply at first, but a grin broke out on her face. "M'hm!" she nodded.

Gaara placed the ball on the ground in front of him and kicked it to the girl. Sakura trapped it with her foot, dribbling it toward the goal place a few feet behind her opponent. She kicked it in, but squealed in surprise when Gaara's sand shot up to catch it. "No fair," she pouted. "No sand allowed!"


"No buts," Sakura insisted, trapping the ball under her foot. "I can't use sand, so neither can you!"

Gaara's face turned down in disappointment, but he stopped arguing. As Sakura kicked the ball toward the goal, Gaara managed to steal it with his foot and kick it into her goal. She pouted a bit. "Aww…"

The two played through the day. The sun began to set, and they were sitting on the ground panting. "I win," Gaara said.

Sakura stuck out her tongue. "No fair," she whined, standing up and brushing the sand from her khaki shorts. Her stomach growled and she giggled. "I missed lunch! It's dinner time."

"So did I," Gaara stated, standing up as well. He didn't look up; he was still shy.

"Do you wanna," Sakura blushed, "you know, come over? I'm sure Yashamaru-san won't-"

"Yashamaru?" Gaara repeated.

She nodded. "My parents are on a mission, so they left me with him…"

A huge grin crossed his face. "I live with him, too! Yashamaru's my uncle!"

"Really? That's awesome!"


Sakura hugged the redhead, and he nearly jumped in surprise. "This is so cool! Where's your room? We can have sleepovers and stay up late! It'll be so much fun!"

Gaara wiggled out of her grasp and gave her a sad smile. "That sounds like fun but…" a sad look covered his face, "I don't sleep."

Sakura's eyes widened. "You don't have a bedtime? No fair!"

Gaara laughed. "That's not quite it…"

"Sakura-san!" The two children turned, seeing Yashamaru walking out of his home. "Dinner is…" he trailed off, seeing Gaara and Sakura so close, and held his breath. 'Please don't let him lose control…'

"Yashamaru-san!" Sakura cried, wrapping her arms tighter around Gaara. "Guess what? Gaara's my best friend!" She giggled, and Gaara blushed in result.

Yashamaru let out his breath. 'Thank God…' "Gaara, Sakura, it's dinner time," he told them. The six-year-olds ran past him in a flash.

Later that night…

The clock ticked to 1:35 am, and Sakura was fast asleep. Her cocoon of blankets was wrapped tightly around her as she let out slow, even breaths. Every once in a while, she would nuzzle her face into her pillow, murmuring Gaara's name.

The door creaked open, not stirring the rosette haired girl one bit. A figure slowly crept forward, casting a shadow on Sakura's face. It reached under her covers, grabbing her tiny writs and dragging her out. She jumped awake, not sure how to react, and squealed in surprise when her back hit the cold floor. She felt someone on top of her, straddling her waist and pinning her arms above her head. When her vision cleared form sleep, she found herself staring into a pair of sky blue orbs.

"Gaara…?" she whispered sleepily, but froze as fear began to attack her. Gaara's eyes weren't the shy, innocent ones from before. They were full of blood lust, and the desire to tear flesh and take lives. Nis nails painfully dug into her wrists and she cried out. "Yashamaru! Help!"

The grip tightened, and she squealed even more. "Yashamaru is dead," she heard Gaara whisper, and her eyes widened.


His grip continued to tighten, and she felt like the bones in her arm would crack. "Is your love for me a lie, too?" he demanded, his nails on the brink of drawing blood.

"Gaara, stop!" she screamed, hot tears running down her cheeks. "It hurts!"

She heard sand shifting around him. The wild look in his eyes only seemed to grow with her pain. "I will not be alone anymore!" he screamed. "You, Sakura, are all that's left! You're mine! You will love only me, and fight only for me!"

His sand attacked her face, and she screamed in absolute pain. The grains dug into her skin, drawing blood and scarring her forehead. The spot above her left eye throbbed as it continued to be cut and dug into. When Gaara stopped the sand, Sakura broke into sobs. She clutched herself in fear and cried in pain. She felt Gaara's arms around her shoulders, and whimpered in fear and disgust when his tongue ran over her bleeding forehead. He'd left a mark; the kanji for love. One identical to his.

"Who do you love?" he softly demanded.

Her tear-filled green eyes looked up into his cold ones. "Y-you," she whispered, for that was the answer he demanded.

A smirk graced the six-year-old's face. "Good," he said.

Sakura tried desperately to stop her sobs. She was always his.

As long as that mark graced her face.

Mary: o0 umm, that came out differently than I wanted…but I still like it Yay me!

Shinja: holding up pictures from Setsucon

Mary: NOOOOOOO I LOOK SO BAD! Lmao, ok, I liked my costume, but I thought I looked bad..that's just me. And my lack of eyebrows. LMAO. Hail Gaara! Anyway, Read, Review, and BE. NICE.