Disclaimer: I'm going to make a list cuz there are A LOT of things I DO NOT OWN!

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I also do not own Takara… as much as I would have LOVED to come up with such a brilliant plot, I didn't. She is owned and is part of the Amazing fic The Obsession by my wonderful, talented friend Desert.Moon. Go read her fic now! It's not too too long and it's AMAZING! It'll blow ya away!

I do, however, own this small, drabbleish fic… WHICH may ONLY be used by Desert.moon and NO ONE else! If I see this anywhere else, it wasn't by me (unless it's on my Deviantart account Element-girls, but other than that… it's a FAKE!)

Well, I hope you enjoy! I had a BLAST putting off my 4 fics to write this for my AMAZING friend who gives me soooo many ideas and helps me in so many ways! I feel like I can't do enough for her!

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"You called for me, Kazekage?"

Gaara looked up to see the small brunette standing in his doorway. She was still dirty from training with her former teammates and slightly low on chakra. Even in this state, the Kage had to admire her skill of coming in with out him noticing her. She was perfect—but then, he already knew that from past experiences. She was a true Suna nin.

"Yes, I need you for a mission." Sighing, the young red-haired Kage placed the mission report on the table. "I'm needed in Mist. They seem to think that some rogue ninja who attacked their Kage were part of Suna, and the only person who can clear this mess up is me."

Takara looked confused. "If you don't mind me asking, what does this have to do with me? I'm a shadow-master; I specialize in spying, not diplomacy."

"I already have my diplomat. What I need is someone to watch my back. Hide in the shadows, following my every move. If I recall, you're good at that." The shadow-master looked at her feet, blushing slightly at the memories of her bygone following—or stalking, whatever you wanted to call it—of the once-terror of Suna. Gaara's voice brought her back from the past. All those years of spying on the Sand demon… Well, she had been obsessed with him.

"After all, I don't think there is anyone in this village that I trust more. So, are you up for the job?"

Takara looked up, meeting his hard teal eyes with her own blue ones.

"I was born for this job."

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Though there was only an eerie silence, Takara could still feel them around her and the Kazekage. "They're here," she whispered, slipping into the shadows. Gaara just kept walking, trusting the brunette to do the hidden work.

The Kazeakage smiled slightly; he enjoyed her eagerness to help him. It wasn't the same eagerness that he got from the fear most of the older nin still had for him. It was an enthusiasm to help, to please. He had heard rumors that this young woman had admired him in his youth; whether it out of awe or just plain foolishness, Gaara felt he could really trust this girl. Even with his life.

So he kept walking, trusting this girl, whom he could no longer sense, with his life. He wasn't disappointed as one of the hidden ninja suddenly fell, a kunai in his heart, his eyes still open with shock.

Gaara pretended he didn't even see the ninja that were only a few feet away from him; he just kept moving. Two more fell, one behind him; the other just disappeared from existence. Now he could feel the ninja around him getting nervous. Their comrades where falling for no reason; why shouldn't they be? Of course, he didn't expect what happened next.

Letting out a war cry, one of the ninja leapt at him, a large blade ready to strike. Gaara was in a defensive position in seconds, waves of sand at his command. Before the blade could come down, however, a black streak darted out of seemingly-nowhere, blocking the ninja and sending him flying, only to disappear again.

"You asked me to watch over you, Kazekage, and that's what I'm doing," Takara's voice whispered. Gaara nodded, frowning slightly; did their number just increase?

But he didn't have time to recount, because the other ninja were tired of their comrades falling. Leaping out of hiding, they landed, about fifteen, around him. His sharp ears picked up Takara's swearing. He couldn't help but smile slightly; she was taking her mission just a little too seriously. He was, after all, the Kazekage. Lifting up his hand, he let the sand from his gourd swirl around him.

The battle had begun.

Five had fallen by his hand and three by Takara's. Having a weapons master for a former teammate had paid off; Takara's choice of weaponry and knowledge of use were almost perfect. He could still hardly sense her. However, now and then she would let her position slip to tell him where she was.

Three more by him; one by her.

He was now locked in combat with the last two; they both were quick and masters of Kamas. Gaara pulled his hand back, controlling the sand, blocking one of the men as he attacked. With the other hand, the Kazekage sent his opponent's comrade flying. Suddenly, Gaara stopped dead in his tracks. Weren't there fifteen ninja? So then where was that las—

He came charging at the Kage's unprotected back as his fallen comrades leapt to their feet and charged from Gaara's other sides. Suddenly, Takara dropped her shadow jutsu, an array of weapons in her hands. Her brows furrowed in frustration.

"Take the two in the front! I have him, trust me!"

Without hesitation, Gaara spun around, forcing all his sand forward. He felt Takara's presence behind him before she attacked with weapon skills that would make Eiri proud.

It was soon over, their enemies lying dead at their feet. Gaara glanced at Takara, who was breathing heavily. Now that she was in plain view, he saw that her right arm was bleeding.

"You're hurt." It came out as a dry statement, but then, the Kazekage was never good with emotions.

"Nothing much, I'll be fine. I'm just not used to THAT many ninja. But I'll get over it. Besides I have a friend who's a medic; she showed me a few tricks." Her voice sounded slightly higher than normal.

She was worried about him disapproving, he realized. Turning, he walked past the fallen nin, hearing her coming up beside him.

"I hope you do get used to it. Because I want you to be my personal assistant."

Takara's blue eyes widened as she stared at the man next to her. Had he just said what she thought he said? A million words flew though the brunette's head, but none of them seemed to reach her mouth.

"If you want, that is."

If she WANTED! What the HECK! Of course she WANTED to!

"YES! Uhh… I mean, yes, I'd love to… I mean, I'd be thrilled… no, I mean, I mean…I'm honored, Kazekage-sama!" She bowed, only then realizing how much her arm hurt. She hoped Gaara hadn't seen her wince. If he had, he didn't mention it.

"Good…let's go."

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