A/N: Hello all. I've finally made a decision regarding my other story The Flames Of Memory. I'm opting to put it on hold for a little bit. It will be finished I promise, but I just need to get back into the muse for it. Currently my muse has run away with my ability to sleep....Now that I think about it, maybe sleep deprivation is a factor in my inability to write long chapters.

So I'm doing this little thing. I doubt it'll be longer than perhaps 5 or 6 chapters and they will probably all vary in length, but I need something simple but fun to put myself back. I'm so sorry to the people I'll be keeping waiting on it.

Without further ado,

Sasuke shut his eyes and reclined, bending backwards and trusting his body to preform perfectly. As usual it did and his legs came up to flip him back to his feet. No thought required. Almost without realizing he was moving, his body shifted and twirled. Dodging the spring trap kunai he had asked Temari to set up earlier. He lowered to a crouch and spun out a leg, tripping his imaginary opponent then throwing out an arm to catch a knife. The millisecond he felt the chill of metal touch his fingers he threw it into the bulls-eye pinned on a tree.

He heard a slow clap that was soon joined in chorus by several others.

Oh! Right, Gaara had those random lord guys coming to Suna today.

Sasuke drew himself back up and bowed low as he spoke. "Kazekage-sama, an honour to be sure. My Lords, my Ladies." He greeted formally. Kankuro had briefed him last night on how he should greet everyone especially considering his usual greeting for Gaara was a wave, nod or a quick 'Hey Gaara.' Not exactly protocol.

"And this, my friends, is my loyal bodyguard; Sasuke Uchiha." Gaara smiled placed a hand on Sasuke's bare shoulder. The chill from his ring ran through Sasuke's heated frame and the last Uchiha refrained from shivering. Gaara didn't wear rings often, only when he had to look like he cared about uniform. Mentally Sasuke ran through the amount of times he'd seen Gaara with a ring and smiled when he realized he could count the number of times on one hand.

"Sasuke Uchiha, it is my honour to finally meet you in person, I've heard great things and I expect as much." A woman walked forward and offered her hand.

Sasuke's eyes widened a millimeter when it occurred to him that he forgot what the hell he should be doing. C'mon Uchiha, he almost growled, you know this, don't embarrass Gaara right now.

For yet another millisecond as she approached he raked his brain for the appropriate reaction. Kankuro had been telling him---He smiled took her hand and kissed the ring for her country. Ignoring the swell of pride at the approving smiles on everyone's face he grabbed his shirt off a tree branch.

"I'll leave you, I'm not exactly decent." He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair to emphasize his point. Throwing a hopeful look at Gaara, the red head rarely did things without a reason and Gaara would never just show him off like that, so there must be some hidden motive to him being introduced to these guys.

"Oh you can't, Kazekage-sama please invite him," A woman's hand latched onto Gaara's wrist and she gazed enticingly at the man. Gaara didn't really seem to care much for her but he smiled jokingly and turned back to face Sasuke.

"You hear them. Would you like to join us for dinner, unless you have plans? I believe I recall Temari discussing sparring with you?" Sasuke almost smirked. Total Gaara. Made all the politicians happy but left him an out should Sasuke wish to run the other way. However the look Gaara was giving him was one of curiosity and to be honest Sasuke was curious too. Could he survive an evening out with a bunch of idiots?

"She was discussing your brother, not me Kazekage-sama. What time and where would I be meeting you?" He raised an eyebrow and tugged his shirt back over his head. Gaara's bright azure eyes turned a deeper shade as intirgue washed over him.

They both turned their backs and Gaara called out the time and location as they walked away.

Sasuke gathered his kunai from the ground and waited until the others had gone before asking himself,"What were you thinking?"

"What were you thinking?" Temari approached slowly and smiled at him. Sasuke smirked and looked her up and down before pausing slightly on her exposed cleavage. It was a running joke the two had. Temari and he often mocked hitting on the other to cool off.

"Good question, why am I going out to dinner with a bunch of idiots - and your brother - when I could be spending the night with you?" He smiled and tossed her one of the kunai. Temari snickered and smiled at him before they both broke out laughing. She clapped his shoulder fondly before sobering.

"Seriously though what were you thinking?"

"I was curious if I can do it. Every time I can go anywhere with your brother I simply blend into the background after a few greetings so I want to see if I can actually hold my own in the political battlefield."

"You realize your going to crash and burn?"

"Save me when I do?" He smiled and she nodded.

"Text me when you need help, I'll send Kankuro to say we wanted you to join us for training." She smirked and Sasuke nodded gratefully, at least now he wouldn't make his best friend blush as red as his hair when Sasuke fucked up. Temari threw his kunai back and took off with the wind.

Oh crap. He preformed a quick flash-step to his apartment and frowned. What do you wear to a dinner with the Kazekage plus 4 feudal lords and ladies. All of them were wearing their official colours in the fanciest way they could think of. Gaara was decked out in his traditional white and blue and Sasuke was just Sasuke.

"I can't believe I'm having a clothes crisis."

Desperate times call for desperate measures and he was desperate. Clothing just wasn't his strength, luckily it was Matsuri's. Gaara's first student and Sasuke had become good friend - now that he thought about it, since he came to Suna almost all his friends were females - and she was, simply put, a fashion genius.

She picked up on the first ring. "Gaara texted me, I'm already on my way." Then she hung up.

Sasuke didn't bother resisting the smile. Gaara was always one step ahead of him in matters such as these, in a fight Sasuke won hands down but in social situations Gaara won.

"Hey Matsuri, I'm in my-"

"Bedroom, I could guess." The young chunnin let herself into his apartment, probably with Gaara's key, and made her way over. Sasuke hugged her quickly in greeting then opened his closet for her.

"Some of it's Gaara's stuff. Mostly suits I think. Have fun, you have free-reign." She flicked a strand of brown hair from her face then disappeared into his clothes. Sasuke chuckled softly and tugged off the tee-shirt he'd thrown on after training. "Matsuri, I'm grabbing a shower." He heard a noise of affirmation and ducked into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later he leaned his head out and checked his watch, an hour until he was meeting Gaara and the others. With a slight grumble he got out.

"Hey!" Matsuri was smiling when he came out in nothing but his boxers. "Perfect, put this on."

Sasuke didn't even bother checking to see what 'this' was as he threw it on. Matsuri was the expert and he trusted her judgement. Hell that girl was so picky she probably even used his hairstyle to decide on an outfit. "So?" He raised an eyebrow and she nodded happily.

"I'm a goddess. Gaara owes me 5 bucks." She spun him to face the nearest mirror, in this case marching him back into the bathroom to do so. The last Uchiha had to admit he looked good. She'd gone with blacks and blues - of course. Black pants that had to belong to Gaara . A dark undershirt beneath a navy button-down shirt that he remembered getting tailored recently. Nothing too formal, but not so casual he was insulting their standing. All in all, he smiled, he looked good.

"Why does Gaara owe you money?"

"Because he bet me that I wouldn't be able to get you into anything other then your best pair of a jeans and a nice shirt." She grinned and brushed something off his shoulder. Her phone started ringing with some loud and annoying tone and she grinned. "I have done all of this and I still have time to be on time for my date," she leaned up and kissed his cheek, "I recommend shaving then going. Bye Sasuke!"

Sasuke laughed as she dashed out of his apartment like a puppy from hell. Absently he glanced in the mirror, he had been training through the night so he figured he'd have some kind of peach fuzz. Matsuri was right, shave then run.