50 Reasons Why

Chapter Six

"Gaara-san." She breathed heavily as the sweat trickled down her face. Her hair was falling out of the usual bun. Her blue eyes boring into her opponent.

"Hn." He grunted in acknowledgment.

Sweat began to trickle down his neck, something new to him. They both held fighting stances and stood three feet away. Their stances mirroring each other.

"You have greatly improved." She grinned before straightening herself up. "We are done with taijutsu training. You won't need me anymore after today."

He straightened up as well and frowned. The thought of not having the older kunoichi around made him feel unpleasant. Her presence has grown on him.

"Okay" was the only thing he could manage to say.

"Come, let's shower up. You're actually sweating." She smiled as she turned to head towards their shared boarding room.

He stood awaiting for her. He allowed for her to shower first. She was much sweatier than him. At the sound of bare feet on kitchen tile, he turned to face her. She stood there with only a pale yellow towel covering her body. She clutched it in the front to keep it from falling. Her hair fell down to her shoulders. The pale blonde looking a shade darker due to the water dripping off of the ends. Her blue eyes sparkled. He took notice of the shape of her body in the towel. It was tucked tightly around her to show off the evident curves of her age.

"Are you a virgin, Gaara-san?" She questioned, cocking her head to the side.

His silence answered her question.

A small smile casted on her lips and she released her grip on the towel. It pooled at her feet and his eyes widened at the sight of his first nude woman. A sight she was. At her age, she was at her fullest figure. Her body was voluptuous with an hourglass figure men dreamed of.

"Looks like our training has ended yet." She smirked stepping towards him. He could only swallow in response. "I think there's something else to train you on before I go."

Something moved against me and I opened my eyes slowly. A sight of blonde and blue. Could it possibly be? Antwanetsu-san? I couldn't manage to find my voice. I blinked a couple more times as I stared at the face of the woman in front of me.

No she was too young to be. Her hair was longer and those eyes were much lighter.

Ino-san. I was with Ino-san.

I blinked once more as yesterday's events flashed back to me. The sandstorm.

"Good morning." She muttered. Her voice was hoarse from sleep. A small smile on her lips.

Good morning? That meant I was-

"I was asleep?" I looked at her.

How? I haven't slept in years since the night with Antwa-san. But I dreamed... I haven't dreamed before. How odd. To people usually dream of memories?

"Yes. We fell asleep last evening waiting for the storm to pass." She stood up and began to stretch her limbs.

"I never sleep." I stated.

I felt so... awake. How odd. How did I manage to fall asleep?

Reason thirty: I had fallen asleep with her.

My thoughts were broken when Ino-san leaned down and her face was only inches from mine. Her eyes were narrowed as she searched my face. What was she looking for? Could she possibly know what I've been thinking? Then she smiled.