Kazekage Level Sneakiness

Naruto Fanfiction

Pairing: Gaara/Sakura or commonly known as Gaasaku

Addition Pairings: Naruto/Shikamaru, Hinata/Shino, Neji/Kiba, Lee/Tenten

Please note: This story is based off the japanese Naruto not that god awful english dub. No offense to anyone who likes the english dubs...I just hate the voices and the small but annoying cuts. Anyhoo on with the story!!!!

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Fire Kunai

There she is again. What is this? Damn what the hell is going on? What has this woman done to me? These were the thoughts running through Sabaku No Gaara ever so logical and somewhat unstable mind. Here he was, sitting at his desk quite peacefully at his desk with a mountain of paperwork waiting to be completed and somehow, thoughts and images of the pink haired medic from Konoha floated into his mind without his authorization.

Gaara hauled his hands roughly through his red mop of hair. He had finished all of his paper work last night; there were some advantages to never sleeping and he had managed to do it without having a tantrum and throwing his paperwork out the window only to be discovered by Temari the next morning He had sent his strategists far away from him to actually come up with a deccent plan for once so there was no need to meet with them about the war. In effect Sabaku no Gaara, Kazekage of Suna…had nothing to do. He had to find something to occupy his time before…..Damn there she was again.

How he hated the woman. It was quite irrational really. She brought him his coffee every morning and cooked for him and his two siblings which was a nice change from Temaris usual unappetising food carried out her duties at the Sunagakure hospital without complaint, but there was something about her that happened annoy the Kazekage whenever she was around. The strange anxious but blissful feeling seemed to come and go with the pink haired girl .

He hated the way she made him feel. The sudden weakness he felt startled him. The sudden desire to reach out and touch her skin, just to feel its warmth against his own….and those eyes, a somewhat darker shade of his own. Sakura eyes fought for domination every time he dared to look. Her eyes were nothing like his own. While his seemed cold, dark but peaceful; hers danced with fire, ready to become a raging forest fire if needed……No what was he thinking? He could never think of Sakura like that! He was supposed to be the fearsome weapon of the sand village. How could such as weapon love? What were these feelings? Why was he asking himself questions and what was odder that he was expecting an answer…..

Face it kid, you’re completely infatuated with her….

What the hell are you doing here?! Get out of my head!

Oh that’s very nice, I try to give help and you suddenly grow a spine and tell me to get lost.

Just leave or I will kill you!

Some things never change do they Gaara-Kun? And with that the unwelcomed voice of Shukaku faded away, leaving his former host feeling very uneasy. The sand master stood up, stretching his unused legs and casting his eyes over the desks as he checked for anymore paper work that might have eluded him which he highly doubted. Concluding that he missed nothing, Gaara picked up his house keys and strode out of the kazekages office without a second thought.

Gaara blamed Tusande for his current condition. That blonde hair Godaime sent Sakura when the kazekage had requested for additional assistance for the curing of a most troublesome disease. Wait a minute….Did he just say troublesome? The redhead came to the conclusion that he was spending far too much time in Konoha for his own good…..Speaking of Konoha…..Gaara had to find a date for Hinata and Shinos engagement party that he involuntarily got roped into by a perfect act of older sibling sneakiness and a combined effort from the elders council, Temari and Kankuro sent his invitation back to the Hyuga Heiress saying that he would love to come and his elders saying that they would cover for the two or three days while he “relaxed”. How the heck could he relax leaving Temari and Kankuro in charge of his paperwork. Images flashed through the young kazekages head as he imagined the pile of unmarked, untidy papers that would probably await him.

The redhead sighed as he reached his mansion. Another day down. Another long long day down. Gaara reached for his keys only to find the door already open. Must be Sakura he thought to himself.

His hunch when correct as he found the pink haired Kunochi sprawled out on his sofa! With her feet up on his coffee table! Drinking from his “1# Kazekage” cup…..and what’s this? Eating his chocolate cake! Such an act of pure insolence! From what he could tell, Sakura hadn’t noticed he was home and carried on drinking from his cup. Well, he would just have to remedy that now wouldn’t he?

Gaara, despite standing in the doorway with a menacing aura, Sakura chose not to move. He crossed his arms and gave Sakura his trademark glare, the one he had been practicing since he was a small boy. Usually this would scare off even the Hyuga prodigy or when his council of elder idiots delivered some unwanted news. Sakura felt the air in the living go cold as Gaara’s annoyed eyes pierced into her. Sakura looked up like she was noticing him for the first time and smirked, fully aware that the irritated Kazekage was watching her every move.

“Why are you in my chair?” he questioned, using his minimal height advantage to look down on the Kunoichi. She smiled sweetly at the overbearing Kazekage which only fuelled his annoyance in more ways than one.

“It’s comfy”, she chirped as if it was the most acceptable excuse. Gaara gave her a sideways glance, as if trying to figure out what to do with her. He had not experienced such insolence before. Here she was, the woman who constantly plagued his mind and invaded his body like a drug, smugly smirking up at him. Gaara crossed his arms and leaned down, surprising the female with his sudden closeness.

“Why have you got your dirty feet up on my coffee table?” he continued his questioning, letting his crimson locks flop over his eyes. Her lips formed into what he guessed was a pout as her emerald eyes fought his own for dominance.

”I felt like it”, she replied simply. Gaara quirked his brow in annoyance. Damn woman! Who in the hell does she think she is? Well he would show her who was the master in this house.

I never thought you had it in you Gaara! Now what you do is lock your front door, push her down your sofa and….Gaara managed to cut his inner demons perverted thoughts before they wormed their way into Gaaras clean mind.

Great! My inner demon has the hots for that blasted woman! Have you no shame!?

Oh? And like you don’t?...The voice of his raving mad demon began to fade as Gaara focused his mind back onto the issue at hand. A woman was sitting in his chair and this wasn’t any ordinary woman, this was Haruno Sakura, the only woman in the entire village to show him such disrespect. She openly challenged him in front of his council of idiots. She teased him in front of his older siblings. She wandered around the mansion every night for six months clad in almost nothing. She was just a she-demon. Gaara eyed her as she licked her chocolate covered fingers, not caring one bit that a clearly annoyed Kazekage was bearing over her.

“Why did you eat the last of my birthday cake?” he pressed on although it was pretty obvious to everyone but Gaara that Sakura didn’t care about his current mood or the fact that she had eaten his cake.

Her insolence makes my blood boil! Defend my honour you cheap host!

My? My? What’s all this my? There is only Sabaku no Gaara and his unwanted raccoon spirit guest Shukaku. Gaara smirked as his demon faded to the back of his mind. Mentally smirking to himself, the sand master braced his hands on the armrests and leaned down closer than before. Close enough for the crimson haired boy to smell the scent emitting from her petal pink hair. He let the corners of his mouth to quirk upwards as he watched the females cheeks redden with his sudden boldness.

“You…..You slithered and slunk like a desert snake and stole my personal snack! Do you deny it?” Gaara said calmly, ignoring the sudden flutter in his stomach at his proximity to the girl. Sakura leaned up so suddenly that Gaara had no time to jerk backwards. The kazekage felt his heart quickened for no reason. He suddenly became very aware of Sakuras breath on his neck. The redhead swallowed the lump that had built up in his throat and regained the control of the situation.

“Yes I did….And I would do it again Kazekage-sama”, Sakura, letting her voice almost purr the final two words. Gaara almost let a grin cross his lips. He released his hands from the armrests and straightened up, composing himself and crossing his arms as if to say “Show me what you’ve got”.

“Oh it is it?” he said coolly, narrowing his sea green eyes menacingly and leaving the Kunoichi sitting quite happily in his chair……Boy was that girl going to get it