A/N: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'M ALI~~~~~VE!!!

yeah, okay. Short chapter, I know. :P But it just goes to show that YOU SHOULD ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF YOUR LAPTOP CHARGERS. OR ELSE.

enjoy~! :)

Hanabi angrily plopped a tray of hot cocoa on the coffee table in the living room. Everyone was gathered there, for it was the closest comfort zone from the door. The den was a mess anyways.

Her older sister followed soon after with a tray full of the tidbits and edibles that her aggravated friends could chew on. After, she sat in between her fiancée and Tenten, taking in his muttered cuss words and her sorrowful sobs. To Naruto's left was Sasuke, doing the exact same thing in his head. Next to him was Shikamaru battling sleep to think up of some way to shut everyone up.

He was losing. Miserably.

Next to him was Ino, watching the whole thing with bloodshot cerulean orbs and knees brought up to her torso. Beside her was Sakura, who was destroying one of her good sofa cushions and her nails. Temari sat on her left, trying to stop the pinkette from ruining the gold lace embroidery. Her brothers were beside her, nonchalantly sipping hot cocoa. Continuing the circle were Konohamaru and Hanabi, snuggling together in fear as everyone around them went (quietly) ballistic. Neji was awkwardly patting Tenten's back in a pathetic excuse for comforting a friend as she drenched the end of her red sleeves and his shirt with her tears.

This wasn't exactly the scene Sakura was expecting when she and Ino planned the 'All Girls' Sleepover Extravaganza'.

She rubbed her temples when Temari yanked the pillow from her hands. White painted nails clawed at the thin sheath of sweat around her eyes. Suddenly, she got up, her socked feet making a loud noise on the tile flooring. She stomped away screaming colorful words at no one in particular.

Temari sighed. "GOOD NIGHT!" She shouted back sarcastically.

"Neji," Shikamaru's open eye spun to look at the eldest Hyuuga. "Who is this guy anyways?"

Said brunette sighed as Tenten cringed. 'Thanks for bringing that up Nara,' He thought before he started to explain. "Approximately 30 years ago, Kunai Daisuke and Kaede were in debt to the government. As normal archery teachers in a local high school, they obviously didn't have enough. They degraded to borrowing hundreds of thousands from Yakushi corps, which was also the biggest company in the black market. The fact is still unproven though.

"But they still couldn't pay off the debt to pay Yakushi. They were supposedly assassinated, and custody of their only child was given to Mitarashi Anko. So now, Yakushi's son is after their daughter for the pay."

"But I work in a bar, and my parents owed hundreds of thousands, with interest. Kabuto keeps on suggesting that I 'work for him', whatever the hell that means." Tenten butt in, wiping tears from her eyes. "I think I'm gonna follow Kura's example. 'Night guys." She bid them goodbye and left to walk upstairs.

The brunette made her way up the carpeted stairs rubbing her eyes. She turned into Sakura's room and plopped onto the bed, not noticing the fact that the owner of the room wasn't there at all.

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The 3rd floor den was a mess. Sakura never liked anything messy, so she unconsciously made her way to the large room and started picking up the soda cans and popcorn bowls and setting them on the tray. She brought them down to the kitchen, passing the back stairs as to not alert her friends of her presence. She grabbed a hand broom, dustpan and a rag and went back upstairs to finish cleaning up the pieces of popcorn and spilled soda.

Before she went to the 3rd floor, she stopped by her room and changed into a new shirt, her old one drenched in cold sweat. After, she pulled a blue bandana from the bedside drawer, careful not to wake up Tenten dozing on her bed.

Cleaning always calmed her. It always relaxed her to know things were in order. How she loved organization. It made life so much easier.

She brushed off some leftover popcorn from the edge of the low coffee table pushed to the side to make space for the audience. After, she wiped off the spilled Coca-Cola from the wooden finish. Satisfied with her work, she tried pushing the table to the center of the room, failing. She closed her eyes in aggravation as she pushed it once more (stupid carpet) and felt the weight move forward.

An emerald eye opened to see who had assisted her, and was met by cool jade replicas. She smiled.

"Arigatou Gaara-san."

He nodded and she made her way to the couch, plopping down with a contented sigh. The room was clean and she was happy about it. She closed her eyes dreamily, but when she realized the redhead's presence was still in the room, she opened her right eye to see him leaning at the doorway's opening.

"What happened to everyone?" She asked, motioning for him to sit down beside her on the faded blue couch.

"Everyone's gone to sleep." He bluntly replied, settling down beside the doctor.

"And you?" Sakura questioned as she dug for the remote behind the cushions.

"I don't sleep." He deadpanned as the image of Woody Woodpecker came on screen.

"Insomnia?" She questioned with the remote in hand, switching the channels to something less…annoying. It ended at MTV, broadcasting the new hit of 'All American Rejects'.

He shook his head in negation.

"Personality disorder?"

Slowly, her turned to her and nodded.

"Hmm, small world. I had that too. Well have is a more exact term. She's still there, Inner, I mean." She rambled, eyes not leaving the luminous television screen. A hand raked through her pink locks, twisting the ends of her short hair habitually. "Mom says she was lessened to a level 2 now. What about you?"

"Level five."

"Ouch." She drawled. "No wonder. It must be hard. And here I thought the black circles 'round your eyes were makeup. Then again, the drugs can do a lot to you."

"What did they do to you?" He asked, the statement piping his interest.

She pushed the sleeve of her shirt up to reveal a bunch of scars all slightly darker than her pale skin. Blotches marred the delicate white. Unconsciously, he brought his hand up and traced around the marks, barely touching her shoulder.

"Chemical burns, both internal and external," She explained. She let her sleeve replace itself, cutting Gaara's dreamy doodling on her skin. She ruffled her pink locks with a yawn, then turned to look at him. "Tired yet? Of course not, who am I kidding. It's you!" She laughed.

He watched her, observing her every move. When she'd smile, her eye would crinkle at the corner a bit, and a dimple would appear. She likes sitting with her hands clutching the edge of her seat and swinging her feet around. Her nails were painted white, although he recalled last time he saw her, they were black.

"Well, I'm off to check on everyone else." She stood up, pat him on the shoulder and skipped out the room.

He sat there for a short moment, staring out the window to gaze upon the clear night as the last notes of "Gives You Hell" played.

"I'm not in love."

A/N: CLIFFY~~~! really, Gaara? :-? : OH WELL, I'M THE AUTHOR. ::: :D

Couldn't continue it. Was getting sleepy in the plane on the way to BALI, INDONESIA!!!! WOOT!! IT'S 1:36 AM, AND DAMMET I'M HIGH ON PISTACHIOS AND GODIVA CHOCOLATES!!

~Bella