Her childish chubby face was hide by the lovely outline of a porcelain mask, gentle scarlet dunes

falling over the porcelain, distinguishing what country she was from. Her soft, sunny eyes peered through the

horizontal slits, limiting the view to what was directly in front of her, yet effectively concealing her identity. In

stark contrast to her childish facial expression her curvaceous body and long legs made her tower a solid

5'11 over the average man. Her strawberry locks fell over the mask only slightly, most of it having blown far

behind in the wind.

The endless dessert stretch was far and vast, dunes seemingly going on forever, disappearing far

into the high noon sun. She tipped the cork of a bottle and emptied it over her fiery tresses, relieved at the

cool, damp satisfaction. She tucked the empty flask back into her holster and ran of, clearing the never

ending desserts of Sunagakure no Soto.

She dropped down to a formal bow, nose almost to the tatami mats of the Kazekage's office. Her

hands were extended to the robed figure of honor, presenting him with a scroll marked with the kanji of the 5

tailed bijuu. He took it and gave a small, grateful bow. She removed the mask and her bright honey-gold

eyes show like the sun upon the kazekage's face. She smiled a gentle smile, keeping her eyes downcast

out of respect, and bowed deeply before leaving the room, tabi-ed feet scuttling across floor to the door which

she slid open and exited, gently replacing the door back to it original place.

(Gaara's POV)

The bay window brought in the sunny Suna air, and the sunshine was making almost lyrical

patterns on the tatami as the sand was whisked around by the breeze. He sat there for a long while,

ignoring the paperwork, the headache, the knocks, and the words just for a moment as he remained seated

at the zabuton, glad for a moment's rest from the usual chaos of Kazekage-dom. With a sigh he allowed

the first person who knocked in.

Yosore walked in, still donning her ANBU uniform as she dropped to a deep, respectful bow. I

could tell she was making sure to never lift her eyes, as this is a sign of disrespect though I pay small heed

to such edict, as she presented me with the bijuu scroll. Words cannot describe how surprised I was when

she pulled it out. Yet, twasn't the fact that she retrieved the scroll, for there was not a bout in my mind

that she wouldn't have trouble in attaining it, but what she didn't notice. Her Dark pants had a clean slice

straight down the left side, yet again, this wasn't what caught my eye. I felt my eyes linger on the patch of

smooth opal, savoring the small glimpse of bare skin on her long delicate legs. That was what surprised me.

I was never one to take pleasure in the art of woman. I acknowledged the they were usually more versatile and

vicious then most men, but never in the way I saw Yosore in that moment.

Plenty of the village girls had taken a fancy to me since I became the village kage (or rather a pack

of hopeless; pathetic; and utterly disgusting beasts wanting nothing more than status and my pants) but a I

can honestly say that nothing seemed to fill my mind with such dark desires as that one vulnerable second.