I Love Death (Gaara Story)
In Da Story: Sasuke did go find Orchimaru so is curently missing. And Naruto already got back from his long 3 year training with Pervy Sage
Why I Named This Story I Love Death:
Gaara's name means "Demon who cares for himself" and the tattoo on Gaara's forehead means "love", which combined with his name means, "I Love Death." Since he only feels alive when he kills, he believes that killing is his reason for being. lol, thats how it WAS anyway. Not anymore.
Revenge is Sweet
â€œYour foods on the counter.â€ Says Yoshino.
â€œThanks.â€ I say walking over to the counter. I grab my plate and walk over to the table and sit by Yoshino. I quickly eat then go take a shower and get dressed.
I open the door to leave and when Shikamaru comes up behind me.
â€œWhereâ€™s the fire?â€ He asks laughing. I lightly punch him on the arm.
â€œIâ€™mâ€¦ busy.â€ I say hesitantly walking outside.
â€œWhatâ€™s with the sly smile?â€ He asks. I turn around to look at him, walking backward. I wag my finger at him
â€œItâ€™s a secret from responsible people.â€ I say. He laughs and I turn back around, still walking.
â€œYou seem better.â€ He says. I stop walking and shrug.
â€œIt was 3 years ago.â€ I say quietly.
â€œThat doesnâ€™t change anything.â€ He says back. I look at the ground and not say anything for a bit.
â€œYeah, I know.â€ I say, still staring at the ground.
â€œHey Eri and Shikamaru!â€ Yells Naruto. I look up and see Naruto running towards me. Iâ€™m thankful the conversations over. Naruto takes on big leap towards me and hugs me. I donâ€™t know what to do, so I hug him back. I pull away a little bit, his arm still resting around my shoulder.
â€œSo whatâ€™s up? You guys looked like you were talking about something important.â€ Says Naruto, looking at Shikamaru. I see Shikamaru slide his hand across his throat. A move that meant, â€˜Not a good ideaâ€™ or â€˜bad questionâ€™. I glare at Shikamaru.
â€œI have something important to do.â€ I say. â€œWhat about you?â€
â€œI was bored so I just decided to come over.â€ He shrugs then looks at me. â€œAre you going to-â€œ
â€œShhh! Shikamaruâ€™s still here.â€ I say, eyeing Shikamaru. He smiles.
â€œWhat are you two up to?â€ He asks. I smile evilly.
â€œNothin much.â€ I say, taking Naruto by the arm and walking away. â€œMe and my partner in crime have to go.â€ I say, pulling Naruto behind me. Shikamaru laughs.
â€œNo setting things on fire!â€ He yells after us.
â€œKiba is currently in the park. And I have the goodsâ€ Reports Naruto. I nod smiling. â€œSo whatâ€™s the plan chief?â€
â€œWe blow the dog whistle a couple times, causing him to go crazy. Then when heâ€™s panicking, we stick him in the dog crate.â€ I say, smiling triumphantly. Naruto rubs his hands together and nods. â€œBattle stations!â€ I say.
Narutoâ€™s hiding behind a bush a ways from Kiba, and Iâ€™m in the tree above him. And let me tell you it was not easy! I give Naruto the thumbs up from my position and he nods. Naruto blows on the dog whistle causing Kiba to franticly look around, and cupping his hands over his ears. I jump out of the tree with the dog cage. I land in front of Kiba, and his face was priceless! I shove him in the cage and lock it. Naruto runs over to us laughing. Kiba scowls at us.
â€œTHIS is what you get for the pudding!â€ I say laughing at him.
â€œI see you have Naruto on your side.â€ He growls.
â€œYup, I told him my situation, and he gladly agreed.â€ I say.
â€œHavenâ€™t you ever heard: the tree of revenge does not carry fruit?â€ Asks Kiba, smiling.
â€œFruit? Iâ€™m not getting revenge on you for the fruit!â€ I say innocently. Naruto laughs with me.
â€œI gotta go Eri. Talk to ya later!â€ Says Naruto, jogging away.
â€œKay!â€ I yell after him. I look at Kiba for a second. â€œYou look pathetic.â€
â€œThen let me out.â€ He says laughing. I shrug and let him out. As soon as the cage door opens, Kiba jumps out and tackles me. He pins my wrists above my head.
â€œHereâ€™s my revenge.â€ Kiba says, and kisses me. His kiss is hungry, his lips soft. He pulls away, but doesnâ€™t let go of my wrists. I smile and shake my head.
â€œYou play a dirty game.â€ I say. He laughs, his grip on my wrists loosening. I pull my arms free and over turn him, me now pinning him down.
â€œYou have me, now what?â€ He asks, daring me. I lean so close our lips almost touch. He leans forward, but I pull back, smirking.
â€œBut I play dirtier.â€ I say getting off him, and walking away.