Little Miss Unappreciated
Chapter Five: The Naked Truth

A/N: Sorry it's taken so long. And also that it gets pretty deep in the middle. Tried to balance it out with a bit of humour. Figured I may as well give the characters a bit of a back story- some depth and what not. A-Levels... oh how I hate thee. Why must you decide my entire future? Anyways- hope you enjoy. Review and let me know what you thought, 'kay? :)

Sakura had taken Gaara to Boots and bought so many tampons she was seriously considering DHLing some over to Ino, Ten-Ten and Hinata. She'd made Gaara carry them all over to the counter feigning fragile arms which might bruise under the weight. He'd given her a look making it clear he knew it was complete BS but he had simply shrugged and complied. He had silently endured watching Sakura have a leg-wax (she had demanded he be allowed in to watch. She managed to persuade the beautician to let him in after insisting that he was very keen to understand just what pains women went through to appeal to the male sex). Gaara had then been dragged by Nashra to the threading chair to have his eyebrows threaded; the only indication he felt any pain, Sakura noted, was that his hand balled up into tight fists.

He had very nice hands she also couldn't help but notice. They're manly but elegant- like a pianists. I wonder how they'd feel- she had groaned out loud as she caught where that particular train of thought was going. Gaara had immediately leapt up and asked her if she was okay to which she replied by smiling sweetly and responding that their baby was kicking.

Gaara had worn a calm but bemused expression as all the women in the vicinity immediately crowded around him to congratulate him and Sakura on their success. "Oh Lord, is it your first?" Sakura had been about to think of a witty yet horrifically embarrassing response when Gaara cut in with "Yes it is. I was all for the whole 'No Sex Before Marriage' thing but Sakura here," he turned to face her, the corner of his mouth twitching but staying in a neutral position, "Turned up at my house wearing nothing but a coat and some highly NSFW lingerie. And BOOM- young Lenin was conceived."
"Oh yes. We were considering Stalin, since we're both highly Communist, but we decided the mass murder of 18 million was just a little too much to overlook, wouldn't you agree?" The horrified looks on the faces of every person in the room had been almost too much for Sakura to take and she had to disguise a splutter of laughter as an unconvincing cough. There had been an awkward silence as Nashra speed-threaded her way through Gaara's left eyebrow and nobody asked them to "Come back soon!" as they paid.

"You know this means I can never go back there? And if I'm walking around with Sasuke and see one of them around I'm going to have to hide in a public bin?"

"How very inconvenient for you." Gaara's face remained deadpan.

Sakura laughed. "You're not that bad. I can see why you and Sasuke get on. How did you two meet?"

"How did we meet?" He missed a step as he thought for a second. "He used to go to my school. And he and Naruto saved me, I guess."

"Pfft." Sakura scoffed. "Old-school Naruto and Sasuke would go out of their ways to step on an ant. I can't believe he would have saved you from anybody."

"So Sasuke was still a prick when you met him, huh?"

"Yep. Sasuke used to be this mega-player, but I tamed him. I'm like... his Shiksa Goddess."

"I didn't know Sasuke was Jewish."

Sakura stared at Gaara. "He isn't. What... where the hell did you even get that?"

Gaara stared at Sakura. "I think you need to look up 'Shiksa Goddess'."

"Whatever." She had the sudden urge to stick out her tongue at him but somehow managed to resist. "Who'd he save you from."

"Hmm? Oh. Mostly myself, I guess."

Sakura froze. "Gaara?"

"Yeah?" he raised a (perfectly groomed) eyebrow and turned around to face her.

"If you crack out a tortured and melancholy backstory, I'm going to have to make a move on you right now in this very public area. If I do this, Sasuke will murder you and me and this is something I was really hoping to avoid. So consider your next words very carefully."

Gaara gave another half-smirk and ran his hands through his hair. "Also- stop being accidentally sexy. It's really distracting. Not to mention potentially indirectly fatal."

"Are you always this blasé?"

She shrugged. "Meh. I'm not a big fan of beating around the bush."

Gaara smirked. This confused Sakura for a few seconds and then it dawned on her as to why. "You disgust me."

"Guess that means we're safe. It's nothing deep or interesting. Before I moved to Sabaku High where I met Sasuke, I used to go to one where Jurisdiction was pretty severe. Guys kept girls down with brute force. One day, I walked in on a group of bastards who had cornered a girl in an empty classroom; her clothes were torn, she was crying, she reeled back when I walked in- thought I was there to join them... I don't know what happened next. I got angry, I blacked out and next thing I knew, everyone was collapsed around me-beaten to a bloody pulp- everywhere and someone had been thrown through a window. The girl came out from a closet when the teachers got there and said apparently I'd locked her in there before beginning the carnage. They didn't listen to her- they assumed I'd been the one responsible for her state and had threatened her to lie and say the others were responsible. That they had been trying to save her from me... I was expelled immediately."

They were back at the apartment complex. "Gaara I- I don't really know what to say. I'm so sorry and erm, although violence is never the answer and I don't condone it... I remember Jurisdiction at it's worst and... Saving that girl was an incredible thing to do. I'm so sorry you didn't get the justice you deserved. Though, you know, being thrown out a window is pretty righteous punishment."

"I didn't say I didn't get the justice I deserved." His half-smile was back and he closed his eyes, as though recalling a fond memory.

"But- you said the school didn't punish those guys and just expelled you."

"Oh, the school behaved as expected. No, it's the girl."

"She got revenge? What, did she go all end of Hostel 2 on them?" Sakura found herself grabbing Gaara's arm in anticipation. She loved it when the girl got her own back.

"You could say that. Turns out those arseholes didn't do their research- the girl?"


"She was a Hyuuga. Nobody fu- sorry- messes with a Hyuuga and gets away with it without serious repercussions physically, financially and mentally. I'll spare you the gory details."

Sakura was reeling as she put her key in the lock. "How... how long ago was this?"

"A couple of years maybe? She would've been a Freshman. She transferred immediately."

Sakura flashed back to about a month after she had started high school and had teamed up with Ten-Ten and Ino to put an end to the unfair treatment the girls had been suffering. She didn't remember which high school in particular they had been at then but she did remember the day she first saw Hinata Hyuuga. She had walked into Homeroom in a large black jumper, baggy jeans and Doc Martens with her hair covering her face. Their Sensei had asked her to take a seat in the front row in between two boys. Hinata had started visibly quaking as she took the seat and within seconds, her head had slammed into her desk as she fainted.

Sakura had offered to take her to the Sick Bay. "So you don't like guys?"

"Wh-wh-wh-what m-m-makes you th-th-think that?"

Sakura raised an incredulous eyebrow. "I g-g-guess I m-m-must be wr-wr-wrong then." She mocked.

Hinata looked up at her as though she were about to start crying. "WHOA! Hold it right there." Sakura had pushed Hinata's hair out of her face and peered closely at it. "You're beautiful. Hold on." She had forcibly spun Hinata around and tugged Hinata's jumper tight against her body. "You're perfect. Listen to me." She turned Hinata around to face her and rested two perfectly manicured hands on her shoulders. "I promise you I will never ask what happened to you and I will never question your decision if you choose to reject me. My friends and I are part of group working towards overthrowing this corrupt system using any means necessary. I promise you that you will get your revenge and overcome your fear. But you're going to have to trust me and do exactly as I say. Do you trust me, Hinata Hyuuga?" Lavender eyes met emerald for a long second.

Hinata nodded.

"I don't know about you," Sakura choked out, "But I need carbs and a movie." She kicked off her shoes and padded into the living room where she curled up on the sofa and began flicking through her DVD collection.

Gaara took off his own boots and joined her. He sat in the opposite corner with his legs stretched out in front of him. "You okay?" he asked.

"Could you do me a favour?" Sakura whimpered.

"Depends. Will it get me murdered?" Sakura could almost hear the half-smile in his voice.

"Possibly. Whenever I'm upset, my mum puts my head on her lap and kind of, gently tugs my hair. Like this- let me show you." She sat up and skimmed over to Gaara's side. She knelt in front of him and he bowed his head to make it easier for her to reach up into his hair.

She pushed her fingers through the unexpectedly silky tangles and began clenching her fist to pull that section of hair before moving her hand through to the next section. Gaara sat absolutely rigid in position as she worked, Sakura wasn't even sure he was breathing. "Do you think you can do it?" she whispered. He nodded. "Thanks."

She put her head in his lap and leant on her side, facing the TV which was on a channel showing 'Moulin Rouge'. It was about halfway through.

There was a slight pause and then Sakura felt long deft fingers start working their magic in her hair. She shivered and immediately felt more relaxed. Within minutes, she was asleep.

Gaara looked down at the woman asleep on his legs, completely unconcerned for herself. She felt safe enough with him to completely let her guard down. He supposed that was a good thing. Sasuke must've told her about the asexual thing. He decided. He had, despite Sakura's obvious efforts to ensure otherwise, quite enjoyed his day. She was good company and was both funny and seemed to understand his own, granted quite odd sense of humour. The story of his past seemed to have affected her more than he would expect, almost as though she was the girl he had saved and she was personally grateful.

Sakura suddenly moaned and rolled over in her sleep. Gaara brushed away the tear streaking its way down her cheek. She wriggled as though trying to get more comfortable.

Oh dear, she probably shouldn't put her face there... Oh.

Gaara's eyes widened in genuine surprise.

I guess I'm not asexual after all.