The title is kind of an oximoron, and as the story gradually moves forward, you should think about why. This story will be shifting from Sumara's point of view to Gaara's every once and awhile just to give a fresh take on the situation. I hope the chapters will gradually get longer as I continue.

I do not own anything Naruto related!

I kneeled in a small chamber with sandy walls. A chair perched on a slight rise in the floor was above me. The chair had a luxerious red cushion that had golden tassles at its corners. Three round windows were on the wall to my right and a thick wooden door was to my left. I kept my head lowered as not to disturb anything around me with my eyes. I was waiting for someone to come. I needed them to come. There was nothing else to do. I heard the door click shut and the soft shuffle as feet met the rough flooring. I did not look up. I heard him settle into his chair slowly and then when I looked up, I immediatly wanted to look away.

There was something so terrifying about the way his black-rimmed and turquoise eyes just slid over me, not even bothering to register my presence. I tried not to feel offended that the Kazekage was being so rude to someone who has come for his help, but what was I supposed to do? Feel totally fine and dandy about it? No, I don't think so. But I did not speak any of these thoughts aloud because I knew that I would be ejected from his presence instantly. I needed time, time was the most precious thing right now.

"What is it you want, Sumara?" the Kazekage murmured to me in his deep gravelly voice.

"I need help, my lord. There is an issue in my village. You see, my people are being taken from their homes with no explanation and no witnesses to be spoken of. I tried to think of something to do, and turning to the Sand was the best plan."

He tilted his head to the side. His face remained completely blank. "Did you bother even testing your other ideas?"

I held in my gasp. That was offending and rude for such a high leader to say to me. "Yes, of course I tested other ideas but they did not seem adequate. I need a strong Village to help me, and this is very close to my homeland."

"What village to you come from, exactly?"

I straightened my back and held my chin up with pride. "The Village Hidden in the Dreams, sir."

The Kazekage continued to look bored. "I am sorry to say I have never heard of that village." He did not seem sorry at all.

"It is a very small village, my lord. You need not be sorry," I answered quickly. I held my thoughts in. I wanted to yell at him and say, "WELL NOW YOU DO KNOW MY VILLAGE AND YOU BETTER REMEMBER IT!"

He stood suddenly and I saw particles of sand float around him as he twisted his head to look out the window. "I will contact our allies and see if something can be done about your problem.," he said absent-mindedly.

I bowed, but did not say thank you. The Kazekage was not much help and I did not feel the need to respect him too much. He was my age, roughly 15 or 16 and I felt no need to thank him. I stood, beginning to shuffle my way out of the room.

"Wait," he called, in that I heard a small inflection of urgency in his tone. This guy was capable of emotion? "Do not go back to you village. You can stay here in a guest housing quarters. I will send out a message to you village to make sure they are also sent here for their safety."

I looked up with him, my eyes wide. I glanced at his forehead and noticed LOVE written there. What does he love? I wondered. I gave him a curt nod and a slight uh noise before leaving the room.