Benevolent (Discontinued)

Masks, Love and Matches (Part 2)

Gaara is a beautiful cinnamon roll and one of my favourite characters. No one can change that. 💓
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Both of them stared at Sasuke for a moment then snorted. His face mixed between confusion and disgust was fairly amusing to see. Akira patted his shoulder in a 'there, there' motion, earning another strange look.

"I will let you two have your alone time. I'm going to visit Haruhi then get back to Gaara before he 'friendly kidnaps' me again." Sasuke gave her a gentle smile: her eyes shone with surprise, yet she returned it. Akira gave a small, awkward wave as she left. Akira refused to meet Sasuke's gaze in case he could see the pain she reflected, or the tears that stained her cheeks. She felt his hand as it stroked against her cheek, softly, remaining there for a while.

His tone was firm, yet gentle. "Akira, look at me." Akira remained stubborn, and refused without much word spoken. She felt his touch linger there. It was always an intoxicating, warm feeling as though she was being protected. She knew he would protect her.

"Am fine..." Her voice was hollow, with a hint of sadness lacing her tone. She could not look at him properly without wanting to be angry with herself for what happened. She hasn't saved him, or protected him in time.
"You aren't, " he spoke, softly. His hand fell to his side with a small thud. "I can see the tears on your cheeks, idiot. It is fine to be emotional, you know. But...never bottle up your emotions, or else it will explode...and you won't be able to control it...want to lie next to me?" Akira could sense the smirk in his tone, and blushed, with a frown as she stared at him. Sasuke patted the place next to him with quite the smirk across his lips. He could be quite the sassy shit when he wanted to be.

To his surprise, however, she lay down next to him in the bed, snuggling into his side. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and lay down himself, as they gazed at each other for such a while it felt like a century. Their eyes closed as they listened to the others heart beat in a steady rhymn and normality.

"...Do you think we would ever have children? In...the future?"
"...yeah...I can...see it..."

They fell now into a deep sleep, pleasantly sleeping in the arms of their true love as they thought of what the future may have to offer.
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"Haruhi, hello!" Yukiya brought a chair up to Haruhi's bed and she placed herself on the seat, with a small gift in hand: a box shaped present with pink wrapping and a red bow. In one of her pockets was a gift in blue wrapping with a black bow for Sasuke. Haruhi flicked through the pages of her book but looked up when her voice echoed through the room she was kept within. Haruhi booked marked her page, then looked up at her.

"Shalom."
"How are you?" The shorter female placed the gift on Haruhi's lap, giving a small smile of hers.
"Grreeeeattttt. I was beaten by my exxxx. Huh? What's this?"
"A gift. I haven't seen you in ages."
"Like, when did you get this?"
"A week ago." Carefully as she could, Haruhi untied the ribbon. It unravelled itself: the contents was of the Ancient Greeks, with vivid tales of certain mythology. Haruhi looked at it with fondness, flicking through a few pages, and feeling the softness of the pages.

"...it has been a while. Maybe...we should catch up at some point?"
"Yeah, sounds great-" Before Haruhi could finish her sentence, Gaara had kicked open the door with his foot, and walked through with a rather neutral expression. Temari and Kankuro stood behind him, giving an expression of defeat. 

"Ooo, who's this, Yuki?" Haruhi wiggled her eyebrows at Yukiya with a smirk on her face. A blush came to her cheeks, as she was trying to look away and not get noticed: four pairs of eyes had seen her expression, however.

"Shuttttttttt uppppp, Haru, " the shorter female whined, hands covering her face from the pain and definite-torture of this moment.
"It's fun to bully you."
"You do it all the time-GAARA NO." His sand had come to life once again, turning into a hardened sand blade that he was going to point at Haruhi's neck.
"What the fuck?!"
"S-She isn't a t-threat, G-Gaara! S-She was j-joking. She w-wouldn't b-bully me! W-We just l-like to t-tease e-each o-other." His eyes widened in realisation: the sand returned back to its gourd, whilst Gaara tilted his head in a cute fashion.

"G-Gaara, this i-is H-Haruhi, a f-friend from the H-Hidden M-Mist Village. I a-am sorry, H-Haru-" Haruhi waved her hand in the air in a 'it's ok' motion, even though Gaara probably could have impaled her. "T-This is G-Gaara of the S-Sand, also my b-boyfriend-stooooopppppp." Haruhi was wiggling her eyebrows again at the shorter female. Gaara wrapped his arms around the shorter female, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, smiling at her flustered state she was in.

"G-Gaara, p-please could you a-apologise to H-Haruhi f-for m-me."
He looked up for a moment, staring at Haruhi intently and with an apologetic look. "...I'm sorry..."
That was that. After going out the infirmary to check out the battle, every one was surprised to find out it was Sakura vs. Ino.

This was going to be quite the battle.