Chapter One: The Plot
"We all know that there are very powerful demons seal away in others, am I correct?" came a voice in a small room followed by nods.
"And we all know who posses these demons right?" More nods.
"Then we have nothing to worry about then. All we need now is bait."
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Moonlight shined over the sleeping city of Suna. The only lights that actually seemed to be on were the ones in the Kazekage's office.
Gaara organized papers with help from his secretary. Together they cleaned this once messy that was filled with old and new papers alike, scattered everywhere on his desk.
"There. I think we are almost done Gaara." Temari told him. She let out a yawn as she handed him more papers.
"I told you that you could go home, Temari. Kankuro is already there waiting for us." the Kazekage replied putting everything in a folder.
"No, its alright. I mean we're almost through. Why don't you go home Gaara? I can finish the rest for you."
"But Temari-"
"Go on Gaara. Though you don't sleep, you still need your rest." Temari told him, cutting him off. "You have to look presentable for tomorrow. Remember, you are Kazekage." She nudged him told the door. He gave her a look. "Don't worry. I'll be right there."
"Alright Temari, I trust you." With that said Gaara left his secretary to finish filing while he headed home.
Back in the office Temari stacked the last of the papers on Gaara's desk. There, she thought. Though she wasn't kazekage, she wondered if her job was more difficult sometimes. Helping the kazekage with paperwork, organizing meetings between Konoha, making sure he was ready for the next day.
Her job could be such a pain sometimes. Whenever a mission comes in for her she takes it and treats it as if it were a vacation.
Ahh, a vacation. Something she never had since the Chuunin Exams.
Oh well. This job still has rewards, she thought. At least I can make sure Gaara doesn't do anything crazy while on the job.
Picking up her fan from the door the tired secretary turned out all the lights and made her way downstairs. She locked up for the night and started on her way home.
She quietly strode down the moonlight road hearing the echos of her shoes on the sandy street. "So much to do, so little time." she mumbled walking past a stranger covered in the shadows of night.
She didn't notice him even as he started to follow her. She less than half way there when he reached out and grabbed her only to be welcomed by a substitution.
She came up from above fan in hand and slammed it onto the ground. The stranger dodged and the two looked at each other.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Temari demanded.
"I came for nothing special. Just you." the stranger replied.
"Me? Ha, I'd like to see you try. Kamaitachi no Jutsu!" Temari waved her fan at the stranger only to find it as a clone. He reared up behind her grabbing her neck and slamming her to the ground. She lost consciousness.
Picking her up he threw her over his shoulder with her fan in his hand and disappeared into the night.
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The next morning Kankuro awoke to Gaara's voice on the phone. He made his way to the kitchen and pulled out a carton of milk.
Gaara hung up the phone and turned to Kankuro. "What happened?" Kankuro asked taking a drink from the carton.
"Temari," Gaara started, "Never came home last night."
Kankuro choked.