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Gaara POV

I ceased from walking, once I was in front of a door where an infirmary sign hung just above the white entrance.

My seafoam orbs then fell on the girl in my arms. She was asleep. I knew she was crying as discreet as she could a while ago. She could cry on me as much as she wanted to, and she could also sleep in my arms as much as she wanted. This girl, this poor girl was so broken I felt like helping her, even though she asked me not to. I feel like I don't want her to be alone when everyone has their backs on her. I feel like I want to make sure that someone is on her side in her worst times. I then opened the white door.

The silver-haired doctor was so engrossed over some orange book until I entered his clinic. His head turned to me, probably to ask what I needed, but his face went blank of emotion when he caught sight of Sakura. He seemed incapable of talking, and his dull eyes widened in horror as he saw her. I brought Sakura to the bed and laid her down gently.

She was dirty. She was wet. Her uniform was ripped apart. And she was wounded. I see the man's face finally figure out his current emotions, now displaying anger, disbelief, and ... possessiveness?

"What happened?" The silver haired man asks.

"A group bullied her," I reply.

"Are you the transferee?"

"Hn."

"Thank you for bringing her here."

"Hn."

Sakura POV

I awoke in the nurse's office to a foul smell. I looked around in question, wondering what was omitting the disgusting stench. I suddenly stopped my movements and realized that I was omitting the awful smell. I scrunched my nose and started to feel nauseous. Curdled milk, rotten eggs, and glue don't exactly smell good in general, but mixed together is just freaking disgusting! I cringe at the weird paste like substance sticking to my body. I glance around the room and see Kakashi...err. I mean Dr. Hatake!

His face is twisted with worry and a slight bit of anger. I also see Gaara sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. His face is devoid of emotion, almost like he's a statue. I sit up making Gaara's eyes snap to me.

Kakashi stood up hastily and walked over to me. 

"Sakura," He calls worriedly, and then his shaking hands went up to my face, wiping the filth away and my dried tears. 

"Wha- look at you- just what- who... are you... look at you, Sakura." He stutters while moving the rose tresses away from my dirty face.

I smile downheartedly. 

"Sorry about the mess," I say, wincing as I start to feel the all too familiar pain in the wounds on my knees and arm.

Kakashi stood in a hurry and took the things to clean up my injuries and the filth all over my body. 

"You don't have to be sorry," he replies, as he begins tending to the wound on my left knee. He then looks back at Gaara. 

"What kind of group are they?" he asks.

"I don't know." The red head replied nonchalantly.

I wince again from the throbbing wounds I had acquired while trying to escape from the set of people that had inflicted misery in my high school life. However, though, the pain inside me ached more than anything else. Ino, Karin, everyone, they all left a huge wound in my heart.

"Are they the Akatsuki?" Kakashi asked as he began tending to the other wound on my other knee. The Akatsuki are a gang here at school, and they're known for being violent, but what would they ever gain by beating up a weak person like me? I need to tell Kakashi it wasn't them, so they don't get in trouble. Only Karin, her lackeys and... Ino should shoulder the blame for this. 

There was a pause before Gaara answered.

"I don't know," he says nonchalantly.

"I see."

"It's not them," I say.

Everything that had occurred earlier began flashing through my mind like harsh waves on a dark ocean.

"Damn them all," Inner seethed.

'What will I do? They said they're not done yet.'

Then the door opened.

Everyone turned their head to the white entrance and my jade orbs widened in fear as I recognize the person who entered the room. It was Sasori. Sasori of the Akatsuki. And he's wearing his odd cloak in all its glory. Why the hell did he have to go the infirmary, now of all times?

The older crimson haired student scanned the area first until finally, his dull orbs landed on me, on the slightly uncomfortable bed. The two other men in the room flinched slightly as they noticed how the redhead suddenly brightened. He then walked over to me in a flash.

"Found you," Sasori says amused, his face only inches away from my face. I blush slightly. Gaara and Kakashi, on the other hand, kept their gaze on Sasori warily. Sasori then blinked twice after a while and moved back to have a better look at me. He turned to the other men icily.

"What the fucking hell happened to my doll?" His voice, which was dark and intense, had it been other men he was asking, they'd definitely shiver in fear already.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow whilst the younger red head had his green eyes squinted.

Doll?

"What doll?" Gaara asked.

Sasori stared at the other redhead drearily. 

"Who are you?" Sasori asked him.

"Same question." Gaara replied nonchalantly.

"He is Sasori, a third-year student and a member of a gang called Akatsuki," Kakashi says, staring at the male students with his usual dull orbs. 

"And he is Gaara, a transferee, and Sakura's new classmate."

The two crimson haired male students stared at each other blankly.

After a while, Sasori turned his head to me.

"Sakura, who did this to you?" he asks, his voice firm and dreadfully serious.

My heart skipped a beat. No, no, no, he shouldn't know. If I told him, I know for sure it'd be more trouble.

'Do you want me to get rid of her?' He had asked me that. He had questioned me the last time I ate on the roof with him and Deidara. He said he could get rid of her, and that I just had to tell him who she is. But I didn't tell him anything.

"I-it's nothing... I'm fine," I reply.

Sasori's cold knuckles caress my cheek very lightly. 

"No, you're not," He says softly, his eyes were on me with so much worry and so much emotion. I had never seen him so worried before.

"So please tell me who did this to you."

I frowned downheartedly. Why? Why does he seem so worried? Why does he have to always pry into my life? Why does a guy like him, treat a girl like me so nicely? Tears began forming in the corner of my eyes. I then move my head and look away from him. 

"I-I don't want to tell you," I say meekly, biting my lower lip to at least keep myself from crying.

"I don't want anyone to get involved in this trouble."

Sasori's gaze darkened as he stood up. 

"Okay then," He says coldly, walking over to the white door. 

"But if I ever find out who it was or who they were, I swear they're going to pay." He finishes darkly before walking out of the room.

 My jade orbs widen in horror. Oh no!

To be continued......