Love of a Desert Flower
First attempt at writing after like a 7 year hiatus. Wish it luck, R & R. Flames accepted, but never extinguished.
Disclaimer: Don't own..blah..blah..blah.
Chapter 1
"Kazekage-sama, it is imperative you heed our advice"
An old man, skin leathered enough to look as if a lifetime had passed, adorned in what was praised as a valued robe of a council member had the audacity to cough out to the kage before him.
The red head centered directly across from the old man arose, stood up with his arms now unfolded and placed flat upon the large round table that made up the Elder Council chamber of Sunagakure.
"I have only heeded the advice-the orders of two people in my life: My father, and my uncle. I see no reason to heed your advice at this time", retorted a now quite obviously frustrated ex-homicidal maniac as he glared his shadowed leer at the old man in front of him.
"Gaara-sama"
The young kage immediately darted his glare from the old man to the source of the foreign voice behind him, only to find his sister staring intently at him with her surprisingly intimidating hands-on-hip posture.
"Temari, you do not agree-"
"I do, Gaara."
Gaara could only grind his teeth at the inevitability of his plight against his family. If Temari agreed with the council, there was nothing to be done to possibly sway her. With a broken glare, Gaara narrowed his eyes and quickly turned to face the council whom he had briefly hoped would vanish somehow. Gaara knew he had to do something he hated to do, but then again, as a Kage it was his duty to listen.
"Fine. I will sign the document provided it is on my desk before dawn tomorrow morning." Gaara spoke in a much calmer demeanor than he knew was possible. The pleasant thing about mania, if not the only good benefit that ever came from it.
Like a pressured container, the tension seemed to release altogether from the chamber that was expected to have to be re-built with the meetings outcome. Each council member slumped back into their respective chairs, it had been roughly a two hour onslaught to suede their young kage after all. Without keeping their agreeable kage waiting, an older woman arose from her lax position with a grunt.
"It is very, reassuring to see you agree with us for once lord Kazekage. I hope to see such tact from you in the future. Meeting adjourned I might request?"
Gaara could only stare at the woman in curiosity. Her words sounded spiteful, but at the same time perhaps, sincere? Realizing his evident curiosity, Gaara shook his head and resumed his stoic countenance once again.
"Meeting adjourned."
Gaara spun quickly, his white robes flapping behind him as he made way out of the uneasy room that was the new hell of his existence. Gaara let out a heavy sigh as to what he had agreed to, though to think of it, he wouldn't have put up such a resistance if the council would only hear a side of the story that wasn't their own. Thoughts were soon interrupted by a soft touch onto his left shoulder, causing him to shudder and turn around.
"Gaara, about the meetin-", Temari began to say, apology and guilt written all over her face.
"It's alright Temari, I would have agreed in the end" Gaara cut her off to finish her sentence for her.
"What? Why did you put up such a front if that's the case? You must know we need all the help we can get?" ,Temari pleaded, her voice sounding a little agitated underneath what was to be her apologetic tone.
Gaara closed his eyes briefly as he raised his right hand to the bridge of his nose giving it a light pinch. How he hated it when his motives and reasoning were questioned. Had he not made it evident he had a plan for everything and that he was Kazekage? Did they not make him a leader? He never could get used to people asking him for explanations, even with the increased social aptitude he was learning.
"Hn."
Gaara turned away from Temari taking his leave once again out of the large earthen structure. He would explain later, he was tired of people for the day. Even if the sun had yet to set he was done, and they would allow him this simple pleasure. Locking himself into his head Gaara walked half-heartedly through Suna, mostly from his bodies memory of the town rather than thinking. By the time Gaara made it to his large oval structure called an office his thoughts were cut short by a feeling of guilt. Perhaps he was too harsh, perhaps too childish in his handling of the situation as a whole. Perhaps.
Gaara entered into the building, shutting the door behind him as he walked up a flight of stairs directly to the right of the door. Winding the case to the third floor he stepped out into a hallway to come in front of large double doors, rather plain and unassuming mahogany save for the bronze handles in the center of the design that was the emblem of Suna. Opening the doors and promptly shutting them Gaara walked to a large desk, made of similar wood as the door. With a heavy sigh he plopped down into rather soft cushioned chair, staring at the few scattered papers before him. It was going to be a boring evening organizing files again.