She knelt across his desk with her elbows rested upon it, her face in her hands as she pursed her perfectly rose lips, a light frown of determination on her face. The young Kazekage's hand never ceased to scrawl across the parchment below his eyes, remaining on the paper as he spoke gently.

"May I help you?"

The young woman sighed in dismay. "I will see it" She stated plainly her cerulean eyes focused upon him.

"And what may I ask is this thing you must see that has caused you to stare at me for the past" he paused in thought for a moment his hand stopping mid sentence before parting his lips and speaking once more, continuing his work" 20 minutes?"

The young Kazekage was a well known and respected man, yet despite all this a sense of fear and danger was still associated with him, a good thing outside of his borders....a bad thing within them.

There was one however who didn't fear him in the slightest. The young woman in front of him, whose eyes sparkled like the brightest star, was the only one he had ever revealed this tone to....the one woman he held the slightest affections for.

She dared move. "Your smile" .Her statement made him feel idiotic, as if she were stating the simplest and most obvious fact in the world to a mere child. He lifted his head, his red locks shifting as he did do, his eyes upon her. "I beg your pardon?"

She spoke once more; a determined, yet content look upon her face as if looking upon him was as natural as breathing. He took note of her features as he stared at her blankly, his heart telling a different story.

Her frown deepened as she let out an aggravated huff "Oh I give up Kazekage-sama"

She rose to her feet only to fall backwards at the lack of feeling in them. She could be so careless. In a moment the Kazekage was hovering above her, his arm extended towards her .

And so with a soft smile upon her lips she took his hand. His calloused hand enveloped her own as he pulled her up. "I win" she whispered gently.

The Kazekage answered emotionlessly "it would appear so" .

To anyone listening it would have seemed like cold and uncaring gesture and reply however the small yet sure smile that way situated delicately upon his lips told a whole other story.

I hope you enjoyed this little drabble, the others will be out soon.

Story by musicalNature.

Gaara belongs to Masashi Kishimoto

Oc belongs to me.