A/N: Sorry to take so long to update
A/N: Sorry to take so long to update…again. But here it is! I NEED MORE REVIEWS, by the way.
A Cat's Goth-Blood
Chapter Twenty-two: Oh, God
"I really can't do this to you, Gaara!" Sakura mumbled as she was being pinned down by him. "It'll ruin your life forever! I know you managed to get more control over Shukaku and all, so you can sleep now without him breaking havoc on us, but this is completely different! You'll look completely different, a-and-and it's easy to tell that you're not completely human when y-you look like this!" Sakura stuttered. He had her completely pinned down now, and she was stuttering for any excuse she might find.
"It doesn't look too bad. Besides, you look very cute like that," he answered monotonously. Sakura blushed as he kissed her impatiently. "Do what you have to do now and get it over with," Gaara continued. He kissed her again, more harshly. Sakura was tearing herself inside, trying to decide what to do.
"I can't do it!" Sakura whimpered. She squirmed under Gaara, but he disregarded her opposition and kissed her again, more lightly, and planning his torture on her to make her cave.
"Sakura," he whispered in her ear. She tensed as his breath tickled her ear. She knew instantly that he had her. "What do you need to do? I'm sure it's not too bad, so just do it." He looked her directly in the eyes and she blushed furiously, feeling the arousal emanating from her cat instincts. She could feel her gums stretching as her canines elongated even more. Her teeth ached along with her jaw as she fought her desire to bite him and turn him into…her mate. She blushed even more.
Gaara had been watching her intently through all this and noticed her teeth growing through her parted lips. A bite? he thought, and smirked. From there on out, he would purposefully offer her his neck. "Sakura," he breathed in her ear, purposefully making his neck stretch out in front of her mouth. He could instantly feel her discomfort and desire. "Just do it," he crooned.
"I…I-I can't!" she cried desperately. She knew that if she didn't convince him now, she would give in to her instincts and bite him anyways. She was seriously screwed, in her own opinion.
"Do it," he said, and waited. The minutes ticked by as he gently nuzzled her neck and prevented her from moving. Finally, he felt the warmth of her mouth on the skin right before his shoulder, and then…two small, painfully deep stabs into his flesh. She had done it. Her limit had been reached, and she had bitten him…He lost consciousness from the pain.
"I'm so sorry, Gaara! What have I done?! Ohmygod, he's going to kill me when he looks in the mirror! What am I gonna do?!" He awoke to Sakura's worried ranting. It wasn't the best way to wake up, though her voice was lovely, he had to admit.
"Sakura," he said calmly. She instantly shut up.
"What is it?" she asked nervously.
"What are you fussing about?" He cracked an eye open and mentally checked himself. Beside the strange feeling of intuition and the feeling that he had more extremities than he was supposed to, Gaara found himself okay.
"W-well, you see, I…I bit you and, well, it seems that you kind of…look like me now. Kind of," she said, jittery. Gaara groaned as he sat up. She looked away, something like a grin tugging her lips upward, but she fought it off and offered him a mirror while looking away, trying to cover her amusement.
He looked in the mirror cautiously and his eye twitched. You've got to be kidding, he thought. He had ears and—after twisting around to check—a tail. Not to mention that his hair seemed to have grown longer in the time that he was unconscious, and his nails elongated to create claws. He opened his mouth a little and found, just as he had suspected, small fangs.
He turned to look at Sakura with a look that could only be described as pleading, resignation, questioning, and misery.
"You look…cute, Gaara-chan," Sakura said, trying to cover a giggle. He glared at her mildly.
"Kazekages aren't supposed to look 'cute,' Sakura," he said. He noticed that she was holding onto her arm quite strongly, then noticed that the scent of blood lingered in the air. "What happened?" he asked, trying to tug her hand away from her arm. He finally succeeded and his eyes widened. There were four deep gashes embedded in her skin. "Did…Did I do that?" he asked, shocked.
"It-It's nothing. I'll heal it in a second. Al I need to do is lick it, anyways," Sakura said, flustered. She ran her tongue over each cut and they instantly started to vanish. "See?" she smiled kindly at him. "No problem!"
"That's not the point, Sakura. The point is that I hurt you! That's not right!" Gaara said, frustrated. "What happened?" Sakura looked sad.
"It wasn't your fault…You were in a lot of pain, and you weren't aware of what you were doing. When I tried to stop you fro moving too much…Well, it was my fault, after all, for being so hasty!" Sakura tried not to make Gaara worry, but judging from the expression on his face, it wasn't working.
"I'm sorry…" Gaara said, looking away from her guiltily. Sakura's eyebrows furrowed.
"For the last time: it wasn't your fault!" Sakura hissed. Gaara glared at her.
"If I can't control myself, it is my fault, Sakura! I don't want to be the one responsible of hurting you when I'm supposed to be protecting you!" Gaara growled. Sakura stood up angrily, and was about to stomp out of there, but in a desperate attempt, Gaara grabbed on to her tail. He realized too late that it had been a mistake. He could see the goosebumps rise on her skin as she turned sideways with her bangs obscuring her eyes.
"Let go," she half-purred, half-growled.
Gaara smirked. "Make me," he said. Sakura growled and threw herself at him, aiming to get his tail in payback. Gaara prevented his sand from blocking her, deciding that it would be fun wrestling with her. After a long time of wrestling around on the floor, Sakura caught his tail and he tensed at the feeling that rose from the simple contact. It was pleasurable, and goosebumps rose on his flesh from that. But the way she was gripping it, preventing any amount of tugging to let him get loose, it was kind of unnerving, in a way; a cat-ish kind of way.
Gaara whirled and grabbed her wrists, making her let go, then pinned her below him. He leaned down and kissed her lightly. "I win," he said.
"You—" She stopped, they heard the deadly sound at the same time: The door opening. They both turned, forgetting to break away from their current position, and caught sight of a very shocked Hinata.
She was blushing bright crimson and she was staring at them like they had just grown three heads. "S-Sorry for interrupting!" she stuttered, bowing. After that, she ran off.
Gaara couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, that was kind of cute, wasn't it?" Sakura blushed in embarrassment and jealousy and tugged loose from under him. She turned away with an annoyed 'humph' and ignored Gaara's questioning stare. "Sakura?..."
Sakura turned to glare at him with a deadly sparkle in her eyes. "'Kind of cute'?" she repeated, rubbing her fists on both sides of his head: a jealous noogie.
"Jealous?" Gaara chuckled, hugging her waist tightly. He felt her arms wrap around his head and shoulders (A/N: hehe, no pun intended!) and she sighed.
"Yes," she declared. Gaara detached himself and kissed her.
"Don't be," he soothed. "I only love you. It would be impossible for me to betray you…" Sakura smiled at him, then looked away and frowned.
"What will she think of me now," Sakura groaned. There was a silent pause, then they both laughed and hugged each other. They were happy, and they didn't care. They would never care…as long as they were with each other.
A/N: Yay! It's done! I hope all of you enjoyed! Review! And check out my new story, it is an illustrated story! I hope you like it! Until later! Ja ne!