Well this is in Sakura's point of view. With that said, go ahead and read, then review, please!

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My Hate

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I always thought Uchiha Sasuke was a stuck up cold guy, who thought he was too good for anyone. So I hated him. Whenever I passed by him in the hallways at school, I would completely ignore him, which turned out to be my worst mistake.

You see, he knows how hot he is, and that every girl worshipped the ground he walked on. They would do anything for him, thinking they might have a chance to be his girl. But he doesn't seem to be interested in that; sometimes you'll see him yelling at the girls to go away, but they won't leave him alone.

Anyway, to put it simply, every girl in school who didn't have a boyfriend wanted him. Heck, even girls with boyfriends adored him. Except for me; it seemed I was the only sane person in the world. Which, I guess, is what made the great Uchiha Sasuke wonder who I was. You'd think a girl like me would have a secret crush on a popular guy; but that's not the case. Sure, I wear glasses, and I may seem nerdy at times, but is that any reason to fall for him? I didn't think so.

He didn't want that; he knew he had to do something to make the last girl on Earth who didn't like him fall head-over-heels for him. I'm not going down so easy. Me, falling in love with a jerk like that? Yeah, right.

He's going to have to try hard for that to happen.

Today I'm on my way to school; another boring day. I cross the street and walk inside the corner store, only to bump into a certain someone. Weird how, just a few seconds ago I was thinking about him, and now here he is, holding onto my shoulders so I wouldn't fall back.

"Whoa there," he mutters.

"Oh, sorry." I shake his hands off; he didn't have to hold on to me for so long. He moves to the side to let me through, and I walk to the back of the store, where I find who I was looking for. I feel his eyes follow me the whole way. "Hey Gaara, are you done yet? You know we have school today, right?"

Gaara nods. He was arranging an isle full of cereal boxes. Gaara works here as a part-time job. He wants to save up money so that, soon, he'll be able to move out of his dad's place. I knew perfectly well why he was in a hurry. His dad was such an idiot. We don't hang out at his place anymore; his dad got really annoying the other day, calling me a whore and asking me how many times I've slept with Gaara. That's just wrong; Gaara and I are childhood friends, and his dad knows that.

Gaara was one of the "hottest" guys at school. The girls always talked about him, as much as they talked about Sasuke. They always come up to me, asking "Gaara-kun this", "Gaara-kun that". It gets really annoying. Some even thought I was going out with him, and warned me that if I didn't leave him alone, they'd make me pay. Girls these days are crazy. But Gaara told them to back off, and they don't bother me whenever he's around.

"Hey, can you hand me that box over there?" I give it to him. "Thanks."

I sit down on one of the boxes. I knew he still had a lot to do before we could leave for school.

He sighs. I look at him, wondering what was wrong now. "Dad's being an ass."

"He's always been that way," I explain. Or was there something new that his dad had done?

"I know. But yesterday, he asked me why you haven't come over. I told him it was his damn fault for being such a perv, and what he said made me do something stupid." He places another box on the shelf, his back to me. This meant he didn't want to see how I reacted. Was it that bad?

Gaara doesn't say anything. "Gaara? What did your dad say?"

He stays quiet for a moment, then he says, "He asked me if I got you pregnant. I told him to shut up, that we're not that close, and he stays quiet for a while. I thought he'd finally shut up, but I was wrong. He just sat on the couch, and I was eating in the kitchen, when all of a sudden he decides to ask me 'how much'."

"How much what?"

"How much you charged. He still thinks you sell your body. Started calling you all kinds of shit." He breathes out slowly. "So I punched him."

I stand up quickly. "Gaara, you didn't…"

"I did though. I was already pissed off, he pushed me off the edge. He had it coming."

"You still didn't have to punch him! Gaara, you punch hard, you could've seriously hurt him! What did he do?"

"He fell off the couch. Ran to the bathroom after, cursing me to hell and all that. Haven't seen him since then." He seemed calm, but I knew better.

"You shouldn't have punched him, Gaara. What will you do if he kicks you out?"

He shrugs. "I'll move in with a friend; Shikamaru lives by himself, he said I could move in anytime. Anyway, that doesn't matter right now. Everything fine at your place?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," I was lying of course, and he knew that. Sometimes, having a friend who knew you so much really sucked.

"Seriously, Sakura."

I sigh. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Yes, you do. And you will. Did your mom hit you again?"

Yeah, she hits me. But it's not entirely her fault. My father left when I was only six, and my sister never liked my parents, so she ran away soon after that, leaving only me and my mom. She changed a lot after my father left, always yelling at me, blaming me on every misfortune that fell upon her. She drinks a lot, too. She doesn't make it a habit to hit me; it only happens when one of her new boyfriends leaves her, or when she gets so drunk she starts remembering my father. I think he hurt her, too. Either way, Gaara found out a few weeks after we had met. And instead of just feeling sorry for me, he helped me. Maybe that's why we became such close friends.

I nod. "Her boyfriend broke up with her last night. Well, she didn't really hit me. She just got drunk, told me to go to hell, and started throwing things at me. I don't know why I don't get rid of all those vases. Especially the glass ones…"

Gaara shakes his head and stops to look at me. "Sucks to have parents like ours. But don't worry, as soon as I move out, I'm taking you with me."

"Like my mom would let you. She'd go hysterical if she knew you were going to do that."

"I'll kidnap you, if I have to. You can't keep living with her. Look at you, you're just skin and bones. When was the last time you ate anything?"

"I ate last night, Gaara. I'm not dying of hunger, if that's what you're asking."

"Wait here." He starts walking to the front of the store.

"Hey, where're you going? I thought you had to finish this!"

He comes back with a bowl and a spoon in his hands. "You're going to eat." He hands me the bowl.

I just stare at it. "You're joking, right?"

"Nope. You're going to eat, and we're not leaving for school until you finish." He tears open the top of one of the cereal boxes and pours it into the bowl. He had a small gallon of milk with him, which he pours in afterwards.

"Fine, I'll eat." I grab the spoon he hands me. "I'll need the energy to defend myself against those crazy fan girls of yours," I mutter under my breath.

"Hm…they still bother you?"

"Of course they do. Some of them still think I'm blackmailing you into going out with me. The other ones think I've cast some kind of witch spell on you."

Gaara smirks. "They might be right."

I throw the spoon at him. He catches it before it hits his face and laughs. "I'm kidding. No need to get so mad, Sakura-chan."

"You. Are. So. Mean. Gaara-kun," I say, pronouncing every syllable. But the thing he hated the most was being called "Gaara-kun", just like I hated being called "Sakura-chan".

We glare at each other for a few minutes, until Gaara grabs his backpack and swings it over his shoulder. "Well, I'm bored. Let's go."

I stand up. "Yeah. We'll be late if we don't hurry."

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When the lunch bell rang, I packed my things and was almost out the door when the one person I don't like appears, again.

"Sorry," I say, for the second time that day.

He smirks. Any girl would fall for that one, but I didn't. "Seems we keep running into each other, Haruno."

I shrug. "I guess so." I move to walk out the door, but he blocks it.

I look at him, trying really hard not to glare. "Yes?"

"I was wondering, Haruno, that maybe you hate me?"

"And why would you think that? I don't even know you."

"Whenever we run into each other, you always seem to be mad at me."

I shake my head. "It's not that I hate you; I just don't like you."

He looks at me, surprised. Before he can say anything, Gaara shoves him out of the way, saying "Excuse me." as he did so. He grabs me by the arm and walks me out, not saying a word until we were at our favorite spot. It was the giant tree in front of the school. Gaara sits down, and yanks me down with him.

"What the hell were you doing?"

"What?" He looked mad for some reason.

"What were you doing, talking to Uchiha?"

"I didn't talk to him, he just came up to me and asked me if I hated him."

"Oh." He takes a deep breath, then lets it out.

"Why? What were you so worried about?"

He shakes his head, his eyes closed. He rests his head on the tree, still not looking at me.

"Gaara," I say sternly. He wasn't going to stay quiet about this; I'm not going to let him.

"Someone told me that he's interested in you."

"What?! Who said that? And anyway, that's stupid. He wouldn't be interested in me, not even if I was the last girl left on Earth!"

"Will you stop saying that? You make it sound like you're ugly."

"But I am ugly."

"That's what you think, Sakura. Other guys don't think the same as you." He says the last part in a lower tone, barely above a whisper.

"That still doesn't mean he'd be interested."

"But it does. He wants you, and it's all because you're the only girl in this entire freakin universe who doesn't like him."

"He wants me because I don't want him? That's just plain dumb."

"As dumb as it sounds, it's true. Damn, I thought he was going to ask you out back there."

"Let him ask me."

He looks at me, with his are-you-high-on-something look.

"I'm not saying that I'll say yes. I'll tell him to go fall in a ditch and stay there."

"You still don't get it. The reason he's after you is because you ignore him. If you tell him to fall in a ditch and die, then he'll try even more to make you fall for him."

"Let's see him try. I don't fall for guys so easily, and you should know that, Gaara."

"Yeah, I know. But still…I can beat him up, if you want." He looks at me, hopeful.

"No! You'll get in so much trouble if you do that. Just leave him alone. If he tries to get with me, then I'll just lie and tell him I already have a boyfriend."

"What if he asks who you're going out with?"

"I'll make up a name. Sheesh, Gaara, calm down. I can take care of myself."

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After school, I had to walk home by myself. Gaara had to stay after school.

I hate walking home by myself, so I decide to take a shortcut. In between the corner store and the building next to that, there was an alley. I rarely took this path, because it was kind of creepy. It was always dark in there.

I was halfway down the alley when I hear footsteps behind me. I look back quickly, but not fast enough. A hand goes over my mouth, the other slamming me against the stone wall.

I try to get free, but the guy's grip was too tight. He holds up both of my arms with one of his, and starts to yank at my clothes.

"What the hell--let me go!"

But he didn't. just because I was screaming at him didn't mean he would actually do what I told him. Tears started rolling down my cheeks, no matter how hard I tried to keep them in.

The guy already had my shirt half unbuttoned, deciding to stop there and just rip off my bra. He reaches for it, but grunts and falls down hard, on me.

I scream, surprised. But he was unconscious. It took me a second to realize that someone had knocked him out from behind. That someone pushes the guy off of me.

And it does seem like the world is smaller than we think, because in just one day, I had run into this same guy two other times, making this the third.

"You alright?" He offers me his hand, and I take it. Once I'm on my feet, I realize my glasses had fallen off and cracked, so now I couldn't see very well. And to make it worse, my hair tie had snapped, my hair all over my face. I hated my hair like this; it always got in the way.

"Haruno, what were you doing in a place like this?" he asks.

"I should be asking you the same question, Sasuke." I intentionally don't use "-kun" at the end of his name. I'm not fond of him, so why should I have to do that?

"I always take this path home."

"Good thing you came along when you did. So I guess I should be thanking you."

He shrugs. "You don't need to. Any guy wouldn't have let that happen."

"Except for this one," I say, pointing at the guy on the floor.

Sasuke laughs. Wow, he's actually laughing?! I never, in my entire life, thought that he could laugh. You learn something new every day. "True." He walks closer to me and throws his jacket on me. "Now will you cover yourself up? It's kind of distracting."

"Huh? Oh…right." I blush. I couldn't help it; now Sasuke had seen more of me than I would have ever let him see. Gaara will kill me when he finds out…Never mind, he won't kill me, he'll kill Sasuke.

"Come on. I'll walk you home." He says. Walk me home, Sasuke? Weird, the world may be coming to an end. So many things have happened today.

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We were almost at my house when Sasuke asks me, "Do you still hate me?"

"I already told you; I don't hate you."

"Right. Forgot. Well then, do you still not like me?"

"I guess not. You did save me, after all." We walk up to the corner of my street and I stop. Sasuke looks at me questioningly.

"I thought you lived farther down the street?"

"I do. But if my mom sees me walking with a guy who isn't Gaara, she'll go crazy on me." And that wasn't a lie. But she still got pissed when she saw me with Gaara, so that small part was a lie.

"Oh." He looked like he wanted to ask me something else, and decides to ask. "You and Gaara are pretty close. Are you…his girlfriend?"

I was about to tell him the same thing I tell everyone who asks me that, but then something else pops into my mind. So instead, I say, "I don't know, am I?" And with that, I walk away, not looking back to see his reaction. Before I walk into my house, I look over at where I was, and Sasuke was still standing there.

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My Apology

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The next day after Sasuke walked me home, I'm walking to the corner store, as usual, when I remember Sasuke's jacket. Darn, now I have to go back home to get it.

By the time I walk up to Gaara, who was attending an old lady buying cat food, it was almost time for us to head to school.

I go behind the counter and sit down, watching as he gives her her bag of groceries. Once she's gone, he turns to me with a questioning look on his face. "You're not wearing glasses today, and you're late."

"There's a first time for everything, Gaara."

"Yes, I know. But you being late and not having glasses on is something strange."

"I had to go back and get Sasuke's jacket." I hold it up for Gaara to see. "And my glasses broke, so I'm wearing contacts."

He only stares at Sasuke's jacket. Then he says, "What are you doing with his jacket?"

I sigh. Oh well, I have to tell him about what happened yesterday. I take a deep breath and start, "Yesterday after school I was on my way home, and you know how much I hate to walk by myself, so I went through the small alleyway that's right next to the corner store. Well, it was a really bad idea, because halfway through I almost got rappe-"

He doesn't let me finish. "He tried to rape you?! That little--"

"Gaara, wait. Let me finish, will you? Sasuke didn't do anything to me, he's the one that saved me. He knocked out the other guy, and then let me borrow his jacket because my shirt was all torn up."

Gaara still looked really pissed. Maybe I shouldn't have told him…

"Do you know the guy? The one that did this to you?" he asks through gritted teeth. I could tell he was trying to stay calm, but I knew he wanted to punch something. Preferably, the guy form yesterday.

I shake my head. "No, I didn't recognize him. And Gaara, please calm down. We need to get to school."

He takes a deep breath, but it doesn't seem to help. Grabbing his backpack, he walks out the door and I follow. I stayed quiet for a while, knowing he needed time to calm down. Seriously, once Gaara gets mad, who knows what he can do. Oh right, I do.

As we walked by a stone building, Gaara takes a swing at it, cracking it. His hand didn't bleed though, but it did look a little red.

I look at him again, about to ask if he's okay, when his hand grabs mine. I look at his face, trying to see what he was thinking. "Gaara?"

Finally, he looks at me. "If there's going to be guys throwing themselves at you, especially now that you're not wearing glasses, then shouldn't there be someone to protect you?"

"Protect me? From what?"

"From all those idiots. I knew this would happen."

"Gaara, what in the world are you talking about?"

"Don't you get it? Guys have started noticing you for weeks now, each of them trying to get you for themselves. I knew this would happen as soon as you started…maturing. You seriously haven't noticed how guys stare at you, Sakura?"

I shake my head. This was news to me.

He sighs, and I know it's because of my reaction. "You're still thinking like a little girl. That's why I'm going to pretend to be your boyfriend. At least that way, not so many of those scumbags will try anything; they know who their dealing with."

Great, guys have been checking me out for weeks now, and I never even noticed. "But why does it matter if I have glasses or not?"

"They're looking for a sign from you, one that tells them it's 'okay' to do whatever they want with you. Whenever you talk to someone, you give them your full attention, and your eyes always sparkle when you laugh. Remember in eight grade, when you chipped your glasses, and wore contacts to school? You had, like, six guys who suddenly wanted to be around you the whole time. They didn't leave you alone until I taught them a lesson. And it's going to happen again. Do you want me to get in trouble again?"

"No." I sigh. There wasn't any other way to keep Gaara from beating up half the guys at school, and he would really do it if he had to. "Alright. I'll pretend to be your girlfriend. But don't leave me alone at school, cause if you do, then you'll find me beat up by your crazy fan girls. And I do not want that to happen, kay?"

He only nods. So now we were walking to school, hand in hand, girls checking out Gaara as we passed, disappointed when they saw our hands. I was welcoming my early death; when his fan girls found out, they'll be waiting for a chance to get me alone, where Gaara wouldn't be around. Well, it wouldn't be the first time this happened, that's for sure.

Entering through the main gates of our school, I already felt death glares. Wow, that was fast. Class hadn't even started and I was already public enemy number one. Whatever, there wasn't anything I could do about that, except maybe ask Gaara to teach me to fight. And I do.

He looks at me questioningly for the second time that day. "If I taught you my way of fighting, you wouldn't be a girl anymore, Sakura." He looks around. "Although…maybe then guys wouldn't look at you like they do now."

"I want to learn so I can defend myself. Honestly, I have no idea as to why I never asked you earlier. If I'd known how to fight, freshman year's accident would have never happened."

Gaara winced as if I had punched him, hard. Oops, I said the wrong thing. Sometimes I think my mouth should be sowed up and never opened again. "Sorry," was all he said. Of coarse, I knew what he meant.

My first year in high school wasn't one of my favorites. In fact, it was probably the worst. Gaara was always getting into fights, and he always won. But I knew that wasn't going to last, and it didn't. We were walking home one day after school, when all of a sudden I was thrown against the wall, Gaara yelling my name and telling me to run. He was standing in front of a bunch of guys, I don't really know how many there were. The only thing running through my head at that moment was that he was going to die; and I was going with him.

They were here to get revenge on one of their gang members, the one that Gaara had beat up a few days ago. I didn't know who it was, because there were so many guys who picked fights with Gaara.

The first guy to come forward was sprawled on the floor in less than a second by Gaara. Two more had run up to him, thinking they could get him from either side. But it didn't work; again, he threw them down hard. I was still on the floor, too scared to move. I think he was yelling at me to run away, but I couldn't hear him; I felt dizzy, and my vision was blurring. I think I fainted, because when I awoke, I was lying on Gaara's bed. He was sitting on the floor next to my bed, his head resting next to my arm. I remember sitting up and almost screaming; wait, I think I did scream, because Gaara was up in an instant, asking me what was wrong.

What made me scream was the blood. His t-shirt was covered in it, and his face had cuts and bruises all over it. I couldn't believe it; Gaara had lost, and ended up looking like this. I stood up and pushed him gently onto the bed, telling him he needed it more than I did. My head was hurting, and I felt a bandage on the left side of my forehead. Gaara told me I was thrown too harshly against the wall, and that was what had knocked me out. I think I cried too, when I saw him lying there on the bed, telling me he was sorry, that he had never meant to put me in danger. He said he fought harder than he ever had, because I was there, and he wanted to protect me. I couldn't stand it. I was scared to leave him alone, so I spent the night at his place, saying it was because someone had to take care of him. He accepted, only after I started to cry again. But it got to him, I think, because after that, he tried his best not to get in fights. I think he trained more, too. He looked stronger, and less guys messed with him. I guess that was what he wanted.

But now that he had been reminded of that incident, his face was serious, a sign that he was trying to hide another emotion behind it. He squeezed my hand involuntarily, something that he always did when we were kids. This gesture had a meaning, something only I knew. He really was sorry for what happened. But it didn't help to just say sorry, he wanted to prove it, somehow. I never liked it when he got like this; he was hurting inside, and it made me hurt, too.

"Gaara? I already told you; it's alright. I'm okay, aren't I? It happened a long time ago, so stop worrying about it, please."

He just looks at me, trying to decide something. It was hard to make him change his mind, and now wasn't going to be any different. So he nodded and led me to our classroom, where we just had to bump into Sasuke. Seriously, did the heavens above want Gaara to go insane?

Sasuke smirks his trademark smile. "Good morning, Haruno." He only nods at Gaara.

I reply with the same greeting and feel his eyes leave my face, to look down at our hands. He sure wasn't expecting Gaara and I to be holding hands, because he looked surprised for a moment, then his face regained that same bored expression, and he excused himself.

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I'm lying on my bed at home, doing my homework, when I get this weird feeling in my stomach, like if something bad was going to happen. Now, I never believed in these things, but right now I wasn't going to just let it go. I stand up and go down the stairs, jumping two at a time. There was only one person who was close to me, the only person who I really cared for, and that was Gaara. I knew something was wrong; don't ask me why, I just knew it.

It was dark out, kinda spooky, but I still run all the way to Gaara's house, almost knocking down the front door. I ask his dad if Gaara was home, not caring that I hated this man, and he says no. Gaara hadn't been home the whole day.

Running back to the corner store, I ask if they'd seen Gaara, but he wasn't scheduled for work today, so no, he was never there. Where else could he be?

I look around, not sure where to look next, when the park just pops into my mind. The park! He might be there.

When I get there, I look around, searching for his red hair, but no luck; he wasn't anywhere visible.

I walk over to a bench and look behind it. Nothing.

I was still breathing hard; I'd never run around town before, not like this. I try the next bench, where bushes concealed most of it. "Gaara!"

He was just lying there, motionless. It was the same as that time, when I saw him all beat up. "Oh no, Gaara…not again." I shake him, trying to wake him up, but he doesn't even stir. So I do the only thing I can think of; I pick him up. Grabbing one of his arms, I place it over my shoulders and lift him up, wrapping my arm around his waist.

It was a good thing I did this at night, because not many people were out, and nobody saw me carry/drag him home. When I got though the front door, I wait, listening. No sign of my mom; good. Carrying him up the stairs was the hardest, but I manage to somehow do it.

Up in my room, I put him on my bed and run to the bathroom to get what I needed. Bandages, cloths, water, and everything else I can think of are now on the floor in front of me.

When I finish cleaning his cuts, I bandage up his stomach, which looked really bad. I was lucky I didn't faint.

I stare at his face. Behind the cuts and bruises, he looked calm, peaceful. Sleeping was the only time I ever saw him like this. He really did look gorgeous when he slept. I pick up another cloth and wipe at his cheek.

Gaara's face furrows, and his eyes open. He looks confused, wondering where he is, but then tries to smile when he sees me. The key word being 'tries'. His cheek wound reopened, blood slowly flowing from it. I wipe at it gently, thankful that he was awake. I feel my eyesight starting to become fuzzy, and I know it's because I was going to cry. I try not to, at least until I can say something, but it doesn't work. A sob escapes my lips, and a single tear rolls down my cheek. I shut my eyes tightly, hiding my face behind my hands. I feel Gaara's hand stroke my hair, reassuring me that he was okay. When I finally calm down enough to speak, I say, "What happened to you, Gaara?"

He looks at me as if trying to decide whether to tell me or not. "You really wanna know?"

I nod.

"A bunch of guys came up to me when I was in the park and told me to leave you alone, that you belonged to someone else. Said their boss wasn't happy that I was with you. I told them they couldn't stop me from seeing anyone, especially not you, and they beat the crap out of me, as you can see. Those guys knew how to fight."

"Their boss? Did they say who that was?"

"Yeah. Uchiha sent those goons after me."

"Sasuke?!" Why would he do that? Was it because I was now Gaara's 'girlfriend'? "So he did that. Gaara, I'm sorry. It's my fault you're like this," I whisper the last part, afraid I might start crying again. "I'm sorry."

But he doesn't look angry like I wanted him to. I wanted him to be mad at me; it was all my fault. "Stop saying you're sorry. I'm the one that provoked them, not you. Besides, they called you 'his property'; you think I was gonna let them do that?" He tries to sit up, but grunts and falls back, wincing in pain.

"Don't move. They must've kicked you pretty hard, because your stomach's all…you know. So stop moving and go to sleep. You're lucky tomorrow's Friday. We can ditch school and stay here, so you can rest."

"You'll ruin your perfect attendance, Sakura. I'll go home, but you have to go to school."

"I don't care. It'll be like I'm not even there anyway; I wouldn't be able to concentrate, knowing you're at home, looking like this. I'm staying with you."

He sighs. "Fine. Hey, what time is it?"

I look at my bedside clock and almost gasp. "It's almost twelve, Gaara! I didn't even notice what time it was until now." I yawn slightly, sleep finally coming to me.

Gaara scoots over on the bed, and I crawl in next to him. He wraps an arm around me and brings me closer to him. I didn't mind; tonight was cold, and he always seemed to be warm. So I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head just below his head. We always used to sleep like this when we were little, especially when Gaara's dad kicked him out and he would sneak into my room. Tonight felt different though; he was shaking, and he wasn't as warm.

"Gaara? Something wrong?"

I feel his chin barely pass the top of my head as he shakes his head. "No. I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. For having you see me like this. Because it reminds you of the other time. I promised I wouldn't let it happen, but it did. And, well…" He sighs. He was trying to find the right words, but it seems like he couldn't. In the end, all he says is, "Sorry."

I hold him closer, cuddling. "Go to sleep, Gaara. Or else I won't sleep."

He sighs again. "Alright. I'll sleep." He tightens his grip on me. "As long as you're here with me, where I know you're alright."

I nod my head a little, already half into dreamland. It was only when I heard his slow breathing as he slept that I realized something: I never finished my homework. Oh well, homework will wait, right now I'm sleepy.

But damn, was Sasuke going to pay for what he did to Gaara.