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- \|\| Ariya Uchiha \|\| -	By : HeartIntoStone Category: Naruto > General Views: 1988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Gaara landed on his balcony, holding Ariya. Entering his private chambers, he laid Ariya down on the floor and took out a shiriken. Ariya closed her eyes and felt the restraints on her wrists and ankles release. Rubbing her sore ankle, she took the time to glance at her surroundings and she gaped in astonishment.
"People really live like this..?" The room was huge and beautiful. Ariya began limping around curiously, like a kitten inspecting a new home.
Alabaster stone and artistically crafted pillars composed the foundation of the room. Fancy carpets were laid out decoratively. Precious vases adorned his shelves, along with shining weapons and books. The room was illuminated only by candles and lanterns. The most beautiful object in the room was definitely his bed. There was a huge, red, circular cushion on the floor. It was overflowing with handcrafted pillows and intricate designed blankets. Crazy wonderful patterns jumped out at her, nothing on the bed matched. The colors were reds, golds and oranges. It had a big luxurious canopy encircling it, draping a black mesh fabric. Gaara watched Ariya attentively, wondering if he made the right decision to bring her here. She was interesting. He could barely understand her amazement with the room, but realizing that she used to live under a pile of sticks made him understand.
Ariya walked to the bed and spread out her arms, letting herself fall into what seemed like a fluffy salvation. Gaara appeared in front of her, catching her before she could make contact with the bed.
"Why?" She complained, exhausted and extremely tempted by the bed.
"Not yet..." He said, picking her up. He carried her across the room and through an archway, they entered the washroom. Once again, Ariya's mind was blown. She had never seen anything nicer than an out house The floors were marble, and there was a huge bathtub in the corner of the room. Crystal bottles and dishes organized everything. Decadent art lined the walls in a washroom. Gently, he set her down in front of a huge mirror.
"Ah.." She gasped, realizing that he wouldn't let her fall onto the bed because she was a filthy bloody mess. She looked away from the mirror instantly, remembering the last time she had seen her reflection. It had been after she killed her father- almost two years ago. With a deep breath, she slowly forced her eyes up to the mirror again to examine herself. She hadn't recognized herself then and she didn't recognize herself now. She was dreadfully thin, covered in blood and her long hair was matted into knots. Gaara's reflection came up behind hers, and he stared into her eyes through the reflection in the mirror. His hands untied her kimono and dropped it to the floor.
"Ah! What are you doing?!" Ariya blushed and covered her nakedness with her arms. She was only wearing panties now. Gaara paused, analyzing her reaction.
"I'm going to bathe you. You're disgusting," He answered plainly, watching Ariya deflate unselfconsciously. He reached for her panties and she moved away, leaving a track of bloody footprints on the marble tiles.
"I guess you're right... I will take those off myself though," Stubbornly, she maintained her distance. Gaara shrugged, wondering why she reacted so emotionally. He walked over to the bath and began to run some warm water. The counter at the edge of the bath was filled with tiny colorful bottles filled with strange liquids and powders. Some of them were used to increase chakra flow, or to relax sore muscles. There was a scented one that he never used because it seemed to have no purpose other than smell. He emptied the whole bottle into her the bath water, hoping it could get the smell of blood and dirt out of Ariya's body. He turned his head when he heard a rough snipping sound. Ariya had found a crystal dish, filled with bathroom necessities. Scissors caught her eye. She held her hair into a ponytail behind her head and began cutting. When she was finished, the amount of hair on the floor was unbelievable. She had gone from knee length to shoulder length. Cutting it was probably easier than trying to get those knots out anyways.
She felt eyes on the back of her head, and turned around to see Gaara. Gaara realized he was staring, and became aware of her nakedness. He looked away impatiently. Ariya shyly approached the bathtub, enchanted by the sweet smell of perfume and oils. She tried to step into the bath, without asking Gaara for help. When the bottom of her foot made contact with the porcelain, she slipped. Unable to catch her balance because of her bad ankle, she grabbed onto Gaara's sleeve. SPLASH! Water and bubbles rushed over the edges of the bathtub as Ariya fell into the water with Gaara on top of her. Gaara's hand flew behind her head, shielding it from smashing against the glass. Ariya was laying down in the bathtub, her back against the bottom of the tub. Gaara, who had fallen on top of her, was straddling her hips. His right hand was beneath her head, and his left was against the bottom of the tub to steady himself, on the other side of her head. They were so close, both of them became shy and awkward. Ariya was staring at Gaara, horrified and embarrassed. Gaara looked flabbergasted. Laughter broke the silence. Ariya couldn't control the fit of giggles, Gaara looked so silly drenched in flowery bath water and covered in bubbles. Joy filled her eyes for the first time since her father had died. Her jubilee was so contagious, a childish smile slowly crept onto Gaara's face and filled his eyes- for the first time since his uncle died.
He pulled himself out of the bathtub slowly, wishing he didn't have to. He pulled off his wet clothes, leaving on his soaked black pants. Ariya gazed at his body curiously. He knelt beside the bath, grabbing another colorful bottle. He poured it into his hands and began rubbing it into her hair. As Ariya's head filled with bubbles and sweet smelling foam, she immersed herself in the water. Holding her breath, the shampoo released itself from her hair. Gaara watched her through the water, liking the way her red hair floated around her in the water. She almost looked like a woman for a moment.
The bath water became red the blood she had washed away. Gaara took a cloth and washed her shoulders and back.
"Where did you get these scars?" He asked, as he stared at her back.
"My dad... I think he was my Dad anyways..." Ariya answered, avoiding Gaara's eyes. Gaara was realizing that they were more similar than either of them knew.
"My Father... he hired those ANBU to assassinate me today," Gaara whispered, passing her the cloth and standing up. Ariya watched him as he left the room, leaving her to soak in the water. Never leaving the refreshing bath seemed like a good idea to Ariya, but eventually the water became cold and she wondered where Gaara had gone. After drying herself off, she found a black robe folded on the counter. Pulling it on, she left the washroom in pursuit of Gaara. Gaara was laying on the bed, in black pajama pants. His arms were folded over his head and he was staring upwards, lost in thought. Ariya sat at the edge of the bed, bringing him back to reality.
"Where should I sleep, Gaara-sama?" She asked, yawning loudly. She hadn't had a bath in over a year and now her body was so relaxed she felt she could doze off at any moment.
"You will share my chambers. The ANBU targeted you today to lure me and trap, they will most likely try again. You may be safest in my company," Gaara was satisfied with his own answer. The time he spent with this girl make him feel like a suffocating weight was lifting off of him. Ariya crawled onto the bed happily, curling up in Gaara's side. Her hand reached up and held his. He looked at her uncertainly.
"I'm scared that when I wake up, this will all have been a dream... If it was, I want you to know that I am really thankful for you, Gaara-sama," Ariya mumbled, beginning to fall asleep. Gaara relaxed a little, trying to familiarize himself with human contact.
"What is your name...?" Gaara realized he had no idea what to call her. Ariya's answer never came, because she was already in a deep sleep.
Ariya slept soundly all night, waking up to a loud female shriek. She sat up in the bed quickly, wondering where she was for a moment. The black mesh canopy encircling the bed had been pulled closed. Bright morning sunshine beamed into the room. Blurry shapes ran into the washroom.
"Are you alright, Heima-chan?!" One shouted. "It looks like a slaughter happened in here! Where did all of this hair come from?!" Shouted the maid. "Who cares about the hair! Where did all of this blood come from?!" Shouted another.
Ariya realized that no one had cleaned the washroom last night, so there was what looked like an overflowing bath of blood accompanied with bloody clothes, footprints and piles of hair. Nervously, she shrunk into the bed. A man walked out of the washroom, wearing an awkward black body suit and purple face paints.
"Gaara, are you alright? ...Why are you in bed?" Kankuro pulled the canopy, eyes widening when he saw Ariya. Knowing there was no way Gaara would have a guest, Kankuro ripped the blankets off the bed and walked closer to Ariya aggressively. Ariya crawled backwards, pulling her messy robe tighter.
"My name is Ariya! I am Gaara-sama's friend!" Ariya squeaked, frightened. This new life was to wonderful. Now it was going to end, wasn't it? Kankuro roughly lifted Ariya up by her wrist, holding her in there air.
"Gaara doesn't have friends!" Kankuro shouted in her face, annoyed. What if Gaara had found this girl here? He would have killed her instantly. He might seem like a jerk right now, but he was actually doing her a favor.
A blur of sand appeared behind Kankuro. Gaara was so close to him their body's were almost touching. He had heard a framiliar scream from the rooftop, where had had gone to think a few things over. He jumped down to the balcony in time to learn Ariya's name and hear her shout that they were friends. When he realized what was happening, he quickly interfered.
"Kankuro...' Gaara whispered haunting voice. Kankuro looked like he was going to wet himself and he instantly dropped Ariya back onto the bed. Ariya bit her lip in pain, cradling her sore ankle.
"She is mine. If you ever touch her again, I will kill you!" Sand whirled around Gaara and Kankuro menacingly, and the Maids who had been huddled up at the door ran away frantically. Hearing Gaara say that Ariya belonged to him, filled her with a strong sense of belonging for the first time in her life..
"I'm sorry, brother! I didn't know!" Kankuro bowed his head and began walking away from Gaara. Gaara looked at Ariya, inspecting his property for damage. She smiled up at him warmly, excited to see him again. With a death glare sent back towards Kankuro, Gaara sat on the bed next to Ariya with his legs crossed. Quickly, she assured him that she was unharmed and that he should relax. Kankuro looked back one last time to make sure he wasn't going mad, and then made his way to the door. A new frame on Gaara's shelf had caught Kankuro's eye.
"When did you get a picture of Mina-chan?" Kankuro asked, pointing to the photo. Gaara responded by looking down at Ariya.
"Did you know... Mina-chan?" Ariya gasped. Was that her mother's name?
"I remember her from when I was young... She was working out some trade relations between Konoha and the Sand Village." Kankuro answered, still wondering why there was a photo of her on Gaara's shelf.
"Do you know where she is?!" Ariya perked up excitement.
"She's dead, of course." Kankuro announced in a confused tone, watching happiness leave Ariya's body. Gaara sent an ice cold glare at Kankuro and he began babbling nervously.
"She was an Uchiha! She went home when her buisness here expired....And all of the Uchiha were slaughtered. I'm going to go now...!" And with that, he disappeared into the hallway.
"Uchiha...." Gaara mumbled, examining Ariya more closely. Ariya looked away from him, ashamed of her teary eyes. "The woman in the photo is your mother, isn't she?"
"She is," Ariya cried, sitting down on the bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt like she knew her mother had died. Being adandoned by her mother hurt because it self feelings of worthlessness, betrayal and indifference. But if her mother had died, then maybe she had loved Ariya all along. While Ariya had this emotional epiphany, Gaara silently wondered about the girl's dormant Sharingan abilities.
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