A/N: Hey guys, this is my first attempt at writing a fic. Go easy on me, will ya? Reviews are much appreciated, thank you.
Konoha Vacation
It was a lovely day in Sunagakure. The sun was shining, the sandstorm had died down, and Gaara's desk had miraculously cleared itself of paperwork. The red haired Kazekage yawned and stretched his arms, content to finally have a moment to kick back and relax after so many weeks of insurmountable work, which mysteriously disappeared. He swore he hadn't gotten through a quarter of the pile. Almost too good to be true.
The Kazekage stood up and looked outside his window. The village was quiet for once, and he enjoyed the absence of Temari and Matsuri. Loudmouthed kunoichi... Che.
Suddenly, the door to his previously peaceful office burst open. "GAARA! I have fantastic news!" screeched his pig-tailed sister, Temari.
Her brother looked up at her. "What is it now?" he intoned, inwardly sighing as his comfortable silence evaporated. I have a bad feeling about this. Trust the gut, Gaara. Trust the gut.
Temari smiled wickedly. "We have official permission from the council to give you a whole week's vacation, in none other than the lovely temperate climate of Konoha."
The one-time jinchuuriki raised the skin above his eye that was currently lacking an eyebrow. "Is that so? That's surprising." That's probably how and why all my work went missing. Because Temari took it and is planning to bombard me with it when we get back.
He looked at the excited kunoichi in front of him. She was pleased, that much was obvious. Why was she so excited? A little break would be pleasant, and Kami knew he deserved it, but wasn't she overreacting? Something about this sounds fishy… What does SHE have to gain from it? It's surprising that the council let me off for a week in the first place.
"What's the catch?" Gaara glanced at her suspiciously. An event too good to be true usually… wasn't true.
Temari batted her blonde eyelashes at her glaring brother innocently. "What catch, Gaara-chan? Kankuro and I just thought you could use a little break is all. You've been working so hard lately."
Ever since you lost that goddamn tanuki, she's been bugging you more and more. I think I liked it better when she was too afraid to talk to you, the redhead admonished himself. "Fine. But if you try anything…" he let the impending threat hang in the air.
The sand kunoichi smirked at him. "No worries. You just let the peace and quiet relax you, Gaara. Kan-kun and I will take care of the arrangements, so all you need to do is pack for yourself!"
…I don't think the intimidation angle works anymore. Gaara sighed, which his sister took as submission. She beamed at him again, and turned on her heel, no doubt mentally calculating how many bottles of sunscreen she should bring.
A break will be nice, if it actually turns out to be one, he mused. What were the chances of that? Slim to none, Gaara. Slim to none.