I should feel bad for putting something up…but I don't. Mwahahaha. Why? Because I'm a heartless wretch. But I am working on updating my other stories, one page at a time.

Besides drugs and sweets, I am a Heroes addict. I LOVE that show. Elements based off the show.

Enjoy.

Start off every day with a smile and get it over with.

W. C. Fields

"Please Gaara, you have to help me!" The pink haired girl ran up to the red head and practically fell on her knees before him. She actually chased him for five blocks after getting lost in the huge city.

It seemed incredibly weak of her to do such a thing, but then again, she wasn't particularly a weak girl. In fact, she wasn't even a girl at all. At her age, she would be considered a super senior. So old, she should be breathing out dust with bones made of glass. Just one tiny little push and she should shatter in a million pieces. However, that wasn't the case.

At ninety eight years old, Haruno Sakura should look like a sack of potato and crouched over so low her back sticks up. Instead, she hardly looked a day over nineteen. She looked, smelt, and talked like any other teenager in the world. On the outside, she could pass as a normal person living their life away from mommy and daddy. On the inside though, she was something completely inhuman. Over the years, she managed to establish a name for herself.

The Immortal Blossom.

She couldn't get hurt, couldn't age, and couldn't die. She never went to the doctor's because she never got sick, never had to deal with normal, human situations. The perfect body, weapon in the government's case, because it didn't matter how many hits or bullets or cuts or anything for that matter, she'd take it all and nothing would happen. Her body would heal itself in mere seconds. As the years went by, she soon realized that her body and mind stopped aging. Forever incased in her young body. It was the price she had to pay for immortality.

And so, for the past nine decades and eight years, she walked the ever changing earth alone. There was no point in establishing relationships with anyone if they were going to die sooner or later. As time changed around her, she didn't at all. Her hair grew every now and then, but that was it. Her height remained the same, so unfortunately for her, she'd have to remain five foot four forever. Her dreams of modeling went down the drain after that.

Going back to the current situation, it was around one in the afternoon on a sunny Friday afternoon. They were in Central Park in New York City. Originally, Gaara was here by himself, enjoying a latte not too long ago when Sakura found him. She traveled all over the world to find him, from their birth home of Japan, to the city of lights; France, and finally tracking him down in America. He had come here because he grew tired and utterly bored of the Land of the Rising Sun. He wanted to get away from everything that had to do with his old life and start something new, go to unfamiliar places and restart everything. Too bad for him, his past had a nasty way of catching up.

So here he was, five minutes later and the girl was still on her knees, begging him to help her. It was far beyond embarrassing, it was mortifying. To the average person, it looked like two people with a relationship problem, like the girl was graveling for her ex-boyfriend to come back. Thankfully that wasn't the case. And he was ever so thankful that no one understood them either, two kids yelling at each other in Japanese, no one wanted to be a part of that.

"Sakura, please get up, you're putting us both on the spot."

She took one look around the place and realized everyone was staring at her. Nodding her head, she got onto her feet and sat next to him on the wooden bench. Turning back to him, her eyes hopeful and full of faith, she asked him again.

"Does that mean you'll help me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to associate myself with anything that has to do with my past."

"What? Why?"

"I've grown tired and want to start a new life, away from my old one."

"You're saying you want to forget all about me?"

"Yes."

She narrowed her viridian eyes and her rosy lips grew thin, this was going to get loud. It was as if someone put a boom box in her throat and set it at full volume. He tried scooting back a little to protect his sensitive ears, but she latched onto his arm with incredible strength and wouldn't let go when he tried pulling it back.

"Sabaku no Gaara, I have a serious bone to pick with you." It came out low and cold

"Haruno Sakura, you have three seconds to let me go before I crush you with my sand." He said it just as cold.

All around their feet, the grainy material shifted like water, ready to do their master's bidding. But she wouldn't budge, and he knew she wouldn't. She was as stubborn as her adoptive mother, Tsunade. He heard from an unknown source that she passed away some time ago at the ripe old age of seventy two and that Sakura had been grieving ever since. But here she was, seething and glaring at him like some wild beast bent on having her way. She hardly looked frail or weak, in fact, if she wanted to, she could crush his bones into a powder. Besides immortality, she had super strength.

He just had this feeling, this undeniable feeling in the pit of his stomach that she was going to be the death of him. Which was funny to say the least, because he too was immortal. All thanks to her.

"I'll break your arm before your sand touches me," She leaned in closer, "And trust me when I say this; I'll make sure it doesn't heal."

Usually her threats were never empty, and when provoked, she'd carry them out and then some. Now here he was, stuck in this tight predicament he didn't want to deal with. He had two choices, lose his arm forever and spend the rest of eternity as a cripple or help her and be rid of her. He chose the latter.

"Before I say yes,"

She smiled widely, but still held onto his arm. Her eyes were gleaming with joy and he just wanted to wipe them out. He'd never seen someone so happy before, especially towards him.

"Go on."

"Why do you want my help?"

Suddenly, it felt like all the joy and sunshine and rainbows in the world was sucked out when her smile dropped. Her grip loosened and her hand went limp as it fell to her side. If she was going to cry, he was going to look like the biggest asshole in the world and everyone was going to hate him. It was bad enough people were still watching, but if anyone saw even one tear…disastrous.

"It's obvious isn't it?"

"Because I'm immortal like you?"

"Maybe…"Somehow, she managed to lean in closer, almost until their noses were touching. His personal bubble was being invaded, again, "But, you owe me a huge one."

Great, he just knew this was going to come around and bite him in the ass. This was what he got for taking her ability, more like stealing as she likes to put it. So he took it without her permission, it wasn't as if anyone got her, she is indestructible after all. And sure, he may have been stalking her for two years to get it and he did break into her apartment in the middle of the night. But there was no harm done, except for her crib of course, must have taken her months to clean everything up.

He opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke again.

"And need I remind that you practically rapped me!"

Seriously, someone needed to take the megaphone out of her mouth.

"Will you lower your voice?" He hissed.

"What? It's not like anyone understands what I'm saying."

"There are people still watching us, I don't want to draw any unnecessary attention."

"Oh grow up Gaara. Anyways, back to what I was saying. You rapped me, cut open my head, then rapped my brain, and then took my powers before leaving me bleeding on the ground!"

"First of all, I didn't rape you-"

"Fondling my body and molesting my brain counts as rape."

"-and second, what does it matter? You still have your powers; it wasn't as if I took it away."

"It's still my ability; you took it without my permission. And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be alive today now would you?"

It was true, he couldn't fight with that. However, he didn't exactly expect her to come after him almost a century later when they hadn't seen each other since that night. He figured, she'd just stay away from him forever and just hate him from a distance. That was what most people did…if they lived of course. Most of the time if he grew bored, he'd leave the killing half finished and just let the person bleed to death or just suffer until pain consumed then and die. At least with her, he was nice enough to put her skull cap back on.

There was no point in arguing, this was a stubborn girl he was talking to. The chance of winning was slim to none.

"What do you need my help with?"

She grabbed her bag and opened it, pulling out a tattered notebook. The thing looked like it had been through every war in the past hundred years; it was so ancient and torn up, it looked ready to fall to pieces. On the cover was an old picture of Sakura and her friends, back when they were still young and life was still innocent. She gently placed it on her lap and opened it up to the first page.

There were three words written in blue: THE HUMAN LIST.

He gave her a questioning look. She smiled up at him and traced the latter with her finger.

"I've been alive for so long, almost a hundred years and you know what I've realized? I had forgotten how to be human. Every day, since the day I realized how different I was from everyone else, I've been moving around like a robot. My mom always told me that even if I was immortal, I shouldn't take life for granted and that I should live as if I was going to die tomorrow. She was always the adventurous type, someone who always pushed the boundaries. I'm glad the last thing she did on this earth was something she loved. I'm just…so disappointed that I wasn't there with her in the end."

It was silent between them for what seemed like hours, she stared at the three large words for some time, probably contemplating if it was a good idea to include him on her campaign. Finally, he coughed and shifted in his seat.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She shook her head and went back to the notebook, "For the past three years, I've been compiling a list of things that defines a human and what makes them normal; you know things any average person would do on a daily basis."

He looked incredulous.

"You traveled all the way from Japan, to find me. Just so that you can tell me about a list you made on what defines a human?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically, "It's a list of things I want to do so that I can feel normal again. I'm ninety eight Gaara; I've been feeling abnormal for a long time. I need to know what it feels like to live again."

Her eyes didn't waver and they looked very sincere, she was telling the truth. It was logical, now that he thought about it. Being alive for so long, you being to lose a part of yourself when time doesn't mean a thing anymore. Someone could go insane when you have all the time in the world and yet you couldn't do a thing except stand back and watch. Makes him wonder how he's doing.

"Here, I'll show you." She opened the notebook for him and watched as he scanned the pages.

If he wasn't so good at hiding how he felt, he'd probably burst out laughing or give the girl a sick look. The list was incredibly stupid, extremely hilarious, and utterly bizarre. Everything was out of numeric order, but that didn't mean it was any less strange. There were some things on this list even he wouldn't touch. And yet for some reason, this pink haired wonder felt the need to do these just to feel human again.

"Number forty?"

She grinned, "What? I've always wanted to try that."

"Are you sure these things are going to make you feel normal again?"

"I am most certain; I've done some research on these."

"If it's what you want, then do it."

She grabbed and pulled him into a hug, "Thank you!"

He was stunned to say the least, he didn't want to hug her and make it seem like he was groping her, but if he didn't then he was going to look like a giant prick. Instead of wrapping his big arms around her petite body, he gently patted her back and waited until she let go. She pulled away and closed her notebook, stuffing it back into her bag.

"Let's get started."

"Here?"

"Yeah, why not? We do have all the time in the world."

"Don't you want to rest first? You did just get here."

"Do you know who you're talking to? I am the immortal, indestructible blossom. I don't need any rest. Now let's go!" She jumped up and iron gripped his hand, pulling him up and started running.

"Where are we going?"

"To do the first thing on this list of course!"

And so began the fifty five things Sakura needed to do, just to be like everyone else.

If you know that show, you can guess who Sakura was semi-based off on. (Claire rules, yes she does). Gaara…no one in particular, though I was thinking of some aspects of Peter and Sylar.

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