(Name)'s POV

"(Name) ! Wake up ! You said we are going out today ! " a voice rang . I felt someone shaking my shoulder gently , but in my half asleep state , I took hold of the person's arm and hugged it.

" You're cuddly ..." I murmured. I was trance-like , and I had no idea what I was doing nor where I was .

" (Name) ! Seriously wake up ! " the voice said , in a rather stern yet soft tone . Or it's just my ears that are deaf..

I groggily got up , my hair in odd angles and wispy .
" Why do you have to bother me so much , random person ? " I spoke.

As these words left my lips , I slumped on the whatever-thing I was sleeping on.

It was not the cold hard floor , nor the warm comforting mattress.
" Eh ? What's this ?" I mumbled . 

A frown dipped my forehead as I yawned . " Never mind .. It's cuddly like a panda.. Panda-chaaannn.." I trailed.

" (Name) ! " . This time , that annoying and perky voice was in a higher tone . I grumbled hard as I forced my eyes to open .

" Oh , it's you ," I mumbled as I stared into Gaara's seafoam eyes. His face turned into a scowl and he let out a grumble.
" Had a nice sleep , (Name) ?" Gaara seethed . " Eh .. It was decent ," I commented .

A tick mark formed on Gaara's forehead . " You were clinging onto my arm the whole night . What's up with that ?" he retorted . 

" Eh.. I was sleeping .. And eh.. You're acting like you're some teenage heartthrob ! " I burst .

" Never mind that . You said we we are going out to town today ," Gaara spoke .

My eyes lit up as memories of last night flooded into my mind .
" Right ! The town ! " I voiced. " Eh.. You should get ready now.. Eh , what time is it eh ? ".

" What's with the 'eh's ? " Gaara's voice rang . " No .. Eh means something like .. Eh.. I don't know for eh.. Real .." I murmured. " Stop saying 'eh eh eh ' ! " he bellowed . 

" Just go and take a shower .. You're strong enough to do it yourself.. " I grumbled . " But (Name) ! You're being uncaring ! " Gaara shouted .

A tick mark formed on my forehead . " I thought we were supposed to keep silent so you're sister won't hear us , yet you're screaming the roof off ! Real smart Gaara ! A true genius ! " I yelled.

Gaara rolled his eyes as he walked grabbed a towel that was hanging behind the door.

He no longer needed to use a wheelchair , for he no longer has breathing problems and his heart has stabilised , which led me to the conclusion that finally I can take Gaara out of that house.

Gaara entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him . I walked towards his wardrobe and looked for anything suitable to wear .

" Ooh .. This looks nice ," I murmured as I fingered a posh looking waist coat . I only did not understand why would he ever need this . Gaara never left the house and we live in a desert ! Suna is not called the Village Hidden In The Sand for nothing.

I rummaged further into his wardrobe. It was huge , similar to the wardrobe from Narnia .

The wardrobe door had to be held at all times , or it will slam back automatically.
It was hard , as it was heavy and made of pure mahogany. I saw a shirt that would look nice on Gaara , but it was placed deep within the closet .
I held out my hand in attempt to take it , but instead , I accidentally let go of the wardrobe door and lurched forwards into the wardrobe.

" Eh .. It's so stuffy in here ," I murmured as I tried to find my way out.  
" How does he own so much fashionable clothes anyway ? " I grumbled as a mafela dropped onto my head.

After what felt like hours , I finally found the way back to the wardrobe door.
I tried to push , but failed ultimately. " C'mon door ! Open up ! " I bellowed. I was desperate , and my claustrophobia was taking over . My eyes were wide open and breathing was rapid.

The wardrobe was dark and stuffy and confined , which led me to be extremely uncomfortable. I almost felt like screaming out for Gaara , who is currently in the bathroom . I sighed in distaste as I slumped onto the pile of clothes. 

" Ouch ! What the hell was that ?! " I burst when the side of my face hit something hard . 

I felt something warm flow down from my cheeks and I cupped my cheek immediately .

My other hand dug into the pile of clothes , in attempt to find that thing . The tips of my fingers graced something that felt like a book , and a thick one at that.

I took hold of it and pulled it .  I could not see in the darkness , but I could still feel . Being the bookworm I was , I easily could tell that the book contained at least 800 pages .

Usually only dictionaries are that thick , but why would a dictionary end up in the library ?
It was leather bound and had a strap around it - like a journal .

I heard the bathroom door slide open and Gaara's wet waterlaced footsteps . I often told Gaara to dry up himself before leaving the bathroom , but he retorted saying that he looked good when dripping wet.

I quickly slipped the book - journal under the pile of clothes and kept silent.  " (Name) ! Are you done getting ready ? Mind to explain why there is a fedora and shiny sweatpants on my bed ? " Gaara's voice rang.

I debated to response or stay in the wardrobe and suffocate . 
" (Name) ?! " he repeated in a higher tone . " Hey Gaara .. I'm uh.. Here .. In the wardrobe.." I mumbled.

" What ?! " I heard him bellow . Within seconds , the wardrobe door swung open , and a breeze of cool fresh air blasted in .

Gaara stared at me with a sceptic look on his face , and changed into that of concern .

" Hey ," I blurted , as I made the peace sign . " What happened to your face ? " he asked .

" My face ? " I mumbled as I looked down to my hand . Right ..

" Uh.. I was hit by a pole .." I lied . Honestly I did not know how bad I looked like now . Probably I look like some weird possessed girl .

Gaara let out a sigh . " Come out ," he said simply as he grabbed my hand. It was still wet and felt slightly cold . He pulled my slightly forward , just enough for me to be in his arms .

" This must hurt ,"  Gaara lulled as he gently placed his cold hand on my warm , throbbing cheek . It was bleeding profusely , as I saw blood flow down Gaara's pale hand . " I think we have a first aid kit in this room , " he mumbled .
My eyes snapped open . " We ?! " I burst . Gaara looked at me gently , but in a stern manner before slowly lifting me out of the wardrobe . He proceeded to carry me in a bridal style . 

" Wait .. How .. You aren't supposed to carry any heavy weights ! " I blurted . " Oh please .. You're as light as a feather .. Probably a cotton ball  too ,"  he commented .

Gaara set me onto the bed as he turned away to find the first aid kit. I stared blankly at Gaara , who only had a small towel on .

" Like what you see , (Name) ?" he said with a smirk in his voice. I decided to irk him a bit . " Hmm.. Decent ," I commented . Gaara let out a grunt.

He came back with the white metal box in his hands . " Come here ," Gaara said as he dabbed an antiseptic laced cotton ball onto the cut on my face.

" You're so clumsy ," he commented . I was unable to do anything , and I felt myself slowly shrink from the gentle touch Gaara gave.

" There ! " he  exclaimed proudly as he completed treating my cut .  I placed my hand on my bandaged cheek , and felt slightly pleased at the fact that it no longer hurt.

" I guess I should go get ready .. We're going out after all ," I  murmured.
Gaara smirked and let out a sigh . " Try not to hurt yourself again ," he voiced . 

I felt my eyes snap wide open as I stared at him .  Does he care ?

I quickly rushed out of the room and closed the door behind me .  I lingered in the hallway for a moment , slumping at the wood railings. 

" What were you doing in my brother's room , huh ? " a conceited voice rang.
I felt my blood run cold at the tone of the voice . Turning my head around , I came face to face with Temari. " When I ask you a question , I expect you to answer immediately ," she said sternly.
I swallowed hard as I tried to find a suitable answer . " I .. Uh.. Well .. I think I should go ," I murmured as I headed towards my room.

" Wait ! " Temari bellowed . Hearing her voice , I quickly entered my room . It might seem rude , but if I stayed there any longer , something worst would happen.

I swiftly whirled to the bathroom and took a short shower . Thankfully , the bandage on my cheek is waterproof , so I did not have to change it . But then again , even if it wasn't waterproof , I would not change it anyway.

I opened my closet - much smaller than Gaara's - and took out a simple flamingo pink one piece dress . I slipped on hickory brown flats and braided my hair into a waterfall braid. 

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and a smirk graced my lips . 
' The plainness is good !'

I grabbed my simple sling bag and headed towards Gaara's room.

" Gaara ? " I called out as I entered his room . He was wearing a red hoodie and simple black pants . " If you're done we can leave now ," I spoke .
" About that ..." Gaara began . " If you're taking my little brother out to town , its only fitting that I must go to ! After all , Gaara is my brother .." a flamboyant voice boomed .

No .. Please no .. I turned around to see Temari , as fashionable as always.
" Oh look at you .. So plain .." she commented with a clear expression of disgust on her face.

" Oh Gaara my little brother ! Let's go ! " Temari said in a sickly sweet tone .  I gulped at her behaviour.

Temari walked out of the room and called out for someone . " Shika ! Darling ! Let's go ! " . I felt like puking at that .  " Darling ?! Ew ! " Gaara burst . " By the way , the plainness is good ," he said softly . 
A blush rose in my cheeks , but they were barely visible.

     " Does she always act like that to you ? " I murmured . Gaara shook his head . " Only recently."

I let out a sigh . 

This is not going to be easy as I thought .