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“Damn it Gaara, stop it!” Sakura pulled her wrist from Gaara’s grasp. “You’re hurting me.” She glared at him, her green eyes dark with anger and frustration.
“I’m, hurting, you?” His voice was low, barely controlled over the whirlwind of emotions he could barely contain as he looked at her.
For a moment, her eyes dropped as guilt flooded over her. “I didn’t mean to, I mean, I thought we were just friends, so, when he asked me out I…”
She hesitated, just for a moment and that moment, was all he needed to force her into a corner.
He lunged forward, focusing all of his weight into one fluid movement of entrapment and pressed her up against the wall of her one room, single story apartment. “We.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Are not, just friends.” He moved into her, pressing his lips against hers, forcing her lips apart with his tongue and invading her mouth.
Sakura pushed against him, but he was much stronger than he looked. In appearance, he was short for a man, slight in build and quiet, however, up close, like this, he was controlling, domineering and possessive.
“Ple..ase…” Sakura tried to turn her head, but he pulled at the collar of her shirt, twisting the fabric up and around his hand, keeping her in place, locked against the wall as he kissed her, harder and harder. She began to taste blood.
She couldn’t breathe. She struggled, but that only caused him to tighten his grip on the fabric around her throat. He was choking her. She felt dizzy. Her body gave way and she slumped, completely ceasing her struggles to get away from him.
Gaara, feeling the tension in her body fade to nothing, stopped, and took a small step back. Sakura slumped forward. He caught her in his arms and looked down at her face. She had passed out?
Slowly, and very carefully, he carried her to her bed and threw back the covers. Then, without hesitation, he stripped off her clothes and his, before crawling into bed with her.
Two years later…
Sabaku Gaara sat behind his father’s desk, now his, and stared at his brother, Kankuro over the rim of his coffee cup. “I want everything in order by the end of the day, Kankuro. Is that clear?”
“Right.” Kankuro shifted in his seat.
He hated talking to his brother when he was pissed off, his younger brother. Ever since their father died and Gaara, not him, nor their sister Temari took over as president of the company, Gaara had been nothing short of a slave driver, masked by a corporate facade of polished gold and refinement.
Kankuro knew better though. Like it or not he knew his younger brother was still the heartless, most ruthless monster the world had ever known, and the only reason he was still alive, was because he was damn good at his fucking job!
“The Uchiha will arrive later this week.” Gaara flipped through his planner. “Are their accommodations ready?” He asked Kankuro.
“Yes.” Kankuro nodded. “Temari has taken care of everything, per usual.”
Unlike most executives, Gaara didn’t have a personal assistant or a secretary, preferring to do everything himself, or with the aid of him and their older sister Temari. Some speculated it was because Gaara only trusted his family to be that close to him, to be privy to things most private but that wasn’t it.
Trust. Kankuro watched his brother read through his emails, answering them with the same quiet precision as the words he rarely spoke. Gaara, didn’t trust anyone, not even his own blood, perhaps, especially his own blood, but with good reason.
Their father, did not die of natural causes.
“Hm.” Gaara read through two more emails before sitting back in his chair, turning slightly to look out his floor to ceiling window that covered the entire back wall of his executive office suite. “I hadn’t realized.” He spoke to himself while Kankuro waited.
“She chose to go with the Uchiha instead of the Senju.” Gaara tapped his fingers against the padded arm brace of his chair. “I wonder why.”
Kankuro, who could hear his brother, said nothing, but he couldn’t help but wonder, who in the hell was his brother referring to?