Iron in my Mouth (Gaara love Story)

Chapter 3- Knock some sense

(A/N) I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED. I been in a writers rut with this story. This may be a crappy chapter, but at least I updated, right? RIGHT?

PLEASE NOTE: Akira wears her head band like Ibiki, and her hair colour is unknown to you people at this point.

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I sighed, giving a slight wave to everyone. I spun around to face Shikamaru, ready to go. Except, black spots clouded my vision, and I fell forward, the ground spinning towards me at a heart racing speed.

The last thing I felt before blacking out was warmth enveloping my body.

(END)

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(Akira's POV)

The beeping of a heart monitor greeted me as I sat up; Opening my eyes, I winced at the bright light that greeted me. Blinking several times, I looked around at the cold, white hospital wall. Swinging my feet off the bed, I shivered when they hit the freezing floor. Creeping slowly over to the door, I pressed my ear against it:

"Let us in billboard brow!"

"Yeah!" Munch, "Let us in!"

Sakura's calm voice sounded through the door, "I'm sorry, but I can't do that, Akira's in critical condition-"

I jumped at the loud gasp Sakura released, "Lord Kazekage! What-"

I pressed my ear harder against the door, as if that would help. I started to scurry back at the sound of approaching footsteps, but it was too late.

The door opened with a loud slam as it banged back against the wall. The Kazekage's eyes searched the room before his eyes finally landed on me. He took a step forward, and worry laced his calm expression, "Are you okay?" I nodded, smiling sheepishly. Scratching the back of my head, I explained what had happened, "Ino's on this special diet, and, as the only other girl on the team, she asked me to diet with her. I guess I kinda plunged into it too quickly, and the lack of food made me faint. But I'm okay now, I mean-"

My head snapped to the side at the stinging sensation on my cheek. The slap seemed to echo throughout the room, and my eyes glazed over with unshed tears.

I didn't like this touch.

Slowly sinking to the ground, I wrapped my arms around my knees and slowly rocked back and forth. I let the tears fall onto my hospital gown, and stifled a sob.

What was this?

Was this pain?

This... this fiery sensation that rocked me to my very core? That seemed to shoot from my cheek to the rest of my body?

I touched my face, expecting my hand to come away covered in sticky blood, but saw nothing. I sat there for what felt like forever, staring at my hand.

The pained slowly ebbed away until it was nothing but a dull ache, and then it was gone. I raised my gaze to Lord Gaara, seeing the whirlpool of emotions that covered his expression, mixing and blending together to create one evident emotion: shock. He looked at his own hand, and looked back at me. He turned to my team members, who had followed him into the room.

He let his gaze rest on each of them, before it landed on Ino. His eyes turned hard and hate-filled, but he spoke to all three of them, "Leave us," he said, beginning to turn back to me.

"But-" Ino started;

"I said leave," Gaara's tone was calm, but it was also low, and deadly. I flinched, and looked over at Shikamaru, who was looking at me. He raised and eyebrow, silently asking if it was okay for them to go.

Standing up, I nodded in his direction, and he stuck his hands in his pockets, turning around, spoke to Choji and Ino, "You heard the man- time for us to leave," he made his way out the door, and the other two followed, Ino screaming, "Wait! But Shikamaru-" Gaara softly shut the door behind them, and turned to me.

We stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Finally, Gaara sighed rubbing his temples, "What were you thinking, exactly?"

"What do you mean?" I said, curious.

"How long? How long since you've eaten last?"

I laughed nervously, "It's not like I'm anorexic, I was simply supporting a friend!"

"There's nothing simple about it! You could have been hurt!"

'Why do you even care!? You don't even know me!" I argued back.

The Kazekage was silent for a minute, before turning away, "You're right- I shouldn't care. Go ahead and starve yourself." I stared at his fading form, until it was completely gone. I stood there, confused at his sudden change of behavior. Moments later, my friends rushed into the room asking if I was okay. I nodded obliviously at each of their questions.

At some point I realized Ino had told me I was free to leave. I changed into my clothes, tightening the my headband, which I never took off.

Heading home, I touched the cheek that Gaara had slapped.

Why had the Kazekage cared so much?

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(Gaara's POV)

Curling my fist, I slammed it into a tree, only to have my sand protect me. I growled, pinching the bridge of nose.

She was right though; why did I care?

Sure, she had been the only other child not to see me as a monster, but that didn't mean anything.

She was just ignorant.

That's all.

And why, when I slapped her, did she act as if she had never felt pain?

When I slapped her.

Oh no.

What have I done?

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(A/N) Alright, I know Gaara's POV was short, but I need to work on my other stories now :( sorry.

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