Door to My Heart (Gaara Love Story)

Run Away

Sorry for long time no update! I have many reasons, but I'm not going to bother you with them.

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BTW I'm changing a few things with the whole Deidara vs. Gaara fight thingy and he...Ah~~well. You'll see.

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Gaara's POV

Erika shut the door behind her, slightly more gently than she usually does. Gentle Erika. Huh. Like that'd ever been seen.

I got dressed into my normal clothing and dried my auburn red hair messily. I was just about to walk out when the silver katana caught my eye. It was the reason why Erika casually barged into my room in the first place.

I sighed and picked it up from it's comfortable spot where it sat next to my bed and observed it. It was quite heavy, yet I've seen Erika carry it around with her all day. No wonder she is strong enough to break my doors.

I should go return it to her before she casually walks in on anyone else, I thought. I grasped the katana in my hand carefully and walked out to search for her.

But she was no longer in the house.

Erika's POV

I escaped quickly out of the house, embarrased. I usually run away when I'm embarrased, or ashamed. Starting to question whether I just run away in general.

I clutched my side, where my katana would usually be strapped unto around my waist. It was no longer there, and I wasn't about to go back and get it with the risk of running into Gaara. An awkward morning was enough for me.

I ran past the shops and markets. I was now somewhere in the forest. (OCC: Things ALWAYS happen in the forest~~) And wandered around for the next couple minutes. Awkwardly not knowing what I was supposed to do, where I was supposed to go and why the hell I was so fucking hungry.

"Well. Look what we have here?" I stopped dead in my tracks as my ears perked up to the sound of an unfamilar voice. I turned, cautious of making any large movements...hoping that wouldn't see me if I just...casually and quietly slipped away.

Red clouds.

The first thing that caught my eye.

Ino.

Second thing that...what? I shook my head to get a better look.

No, it wasn't Ino. A strange man with a strangly crooked smile. His blonde fringe drapped down one side of his face and he grinned at me, bad intentions filling his mind.

"It seems like we found her. She was hiding in sand all along." He smirked as he turned to the bunch of fabric next to him. By the looks of it, it was another Akatsuki member. Just, a really tiny and old one.

My hands tightened in anxiousness. I didn't have my weapon on me, and nobody knew where I was. And this wasn't like last time, where I sent out a shadow clone first. This was the real me standing in front of them.

I wanted to run, but my knees felt weak. Hands started shaking. Brain started to freeze. As I tried to cry out in desparation, no sound came out. Nothing.

And it was then, I thought I was done for.

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Until a glimsp of crimson red hair caught my eye as it appeared in front of me. I tasted sand in my mouth and I blinked my eyes trying to let the annoying substance to leave my eyes.

"Don't leave the house without a weapon." I heard his voice say. He sounded calm and steady. He knew what he was doing, unlike I did.

His hand reached out behind him and held out a katana. No wait, not just any katana. My katana.

I quickly took it in my hands, gasping at the familar feel of the grip and the heaviness of it. I smiled. Ready.

My mind was clear. My knees were no longer weak. My hands were no longer shaky.

I wasn't going to run. Because Gaara didn't.

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Erika's POV

"Oh look, its the ichibi. What perfect timing." The blonde one said as he reached into the pocket bag he had by his side.

He was doing something. I would have flung a kunai at him, stopping him from proggessing any further. But I was weapon-less, well apart from my Katana and I was certainly not about to hurl that at him.

I shot Gaara a look, but it seemed like he already knew what the Ino-look-a-like was up to and he motioned for his sand to grasp the hand that went into the pocket. It charged at the blonde's hand and wrapped itself around his wrist.

A scream was let out by the man as he took out his hand from the bag. His hand was brutually cut off and he was left with only an arm up to his wrists.

He swore and angrily yelled at Gaara, but Gaara's face expression and position didn't change. Still the same bored, neutral expression. Arms folded. Still.

"Fuck this Shit!" He cursed as he exaimined his severed hand carefuly...in the middle of a battle. What a fucking genius. 

"Calm down Deidara. Didn't I tell you to be more prepared?" The other member spoke calmly to his partner. This was one of the voices my clone heard speaking that time I was taken. A deep voice.

"Well Fuck me!!" Deidara said sarcastically as he glared at his partner. Obviously these two were not very good together.

"Fine. We'll go back." He said to Deidara, then he's eye sight shifted towards me. I got in position, thinking he was about to attack. But no.

"You got lucky this time Erika. But there won't be a thrid time." He said, before the two swiftly disappeared.

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