Sakura could not stand the fact that she was the only girl that did not date. For instance, her best friends all lost it when they were in high school but she never did since she had more of a head on her shoulders than they did.

"You know, you'll never get a guy like that if you keep on shutting them out." Ino once said during one of their sleepovers.

Not that she wasn't going to shut them out completely, it was she couldn't find the right one.

"Sakura you're needed at the front desk!" Izumo called out.

The twenty year old rosette nodded and walked to the area that needed her.

And much to her surprise, there was three people standing as if they were waiting for hours to get someone to set up an appointment or something.

"Hello, may I help you?" Sakura asked politely.

The blonde woman smiled at her and said, "Yes we're here to set up an appointment with a therapist for my little brother here."

Sakura looked at the other two where one was a brunette had weird clown-like make-up on his face. And the other was a red-head with bored jade eyes but he seemed to not care about anything around him.

Temari looked at Kankuro and Gaara with a slight smile as if telling them 'It won't be long.'

Sakura asked kindly, "What are your names?"

The blond woman smiled and said, "I'm Temari."

Temari pointed at Kankuro, "This is Kankuro."

Kankuro nodded at Sakura while thinking about his next project.

"And Gaara," she pointed at the seemingly moody red-head.

The rosette typed in the names for setting up the appointment and realized there wasn't a filled in spot for who was going to see the therapist.

"Um, who is going to see the therapist again?" She asked as if confused.

Temari pointed at the red-head once more, "Gaara."

Sakura nodded and put in the last piece of information which Gaara was looking straight at her. Nervsouly, she said, "Alright you are going to see the therapist on Monday next week. Is that all?"

Temari smiled and slung an arm around Kankuro's shoulder, "Nope that's good enough. Come on Gaara."

Gaara stole one more glance at the nervous rosette and walk away with them with a smirk.

'Sakura huh? This will be interesting..' He thought with a devious smile.

Sakura walked out of the office later that day, feeling that same strange sensation running up and down her spine.

Somehow she could still feel his eyes on her back but knew he wasn't there. Maybe going to Ino's house is a good idea after all.

"Hey Ino-chan," the rosette said with a smile.

However Ino knew that wasn't one of Sakura's usual smiles.

"Hey forehead what's up with you?" She asked feeling concerned for her best friend.

Sakura fidgeted a little and gave in sighing, "Nothing really other than work tiring me out."

The blond noticed the slight blush on Sakura's face and grinned widely, "Is there anything else you want to talk about like some guy?"

Sakura blushed, "No, no one like that."

Ino shook her head as if she was going no where with her best friend's inability to like any breathing male specimen. Then suddenly she jumped off of the couch.

"We're going to the ceremony tomorrow at five. You're coming with too." She grinned.

Sakura paled at the thought of it but answered nervously, "Sure, but who invited us all?"

For a second, Ino was tapping her chin as if trying to think. "Okay if I can remember it was Temari Sabaku."

The rosette's eyes widened with shock, 'T-Temari Sabaku? Oh no that's Gaara's sister! What am I going to do now?'

A hand was waving over her face and heard Ino's voice , "Sakura are you okay?"

She nodded quickly and got up, "Sorry I have to go somewhere."

Shrugging Ino led her friend out safely, "Alright. Bye then."

Sakura waved at her once more and left in a whirlwind.

'What's up with her?" Ino thought while going out to her garden.

Sakura ran down the sidewalk panting heavily from running down seven blocks to her home.

Gaara shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and walked across the street to his favorite cafe.

It was always like this for him. He had a mother, a sad excuse for a father who treated him horribly, an uncle who hated his guts since he was born, and his two siblings that cared for him.

The red-head inwardly snarled at the memories of his hated father and uncle. The waiter came by with his coffee. Gaara thanked him and took a sip of the hot beverage.

'Sakura looks like I'll be seeing you again hopefully...' He thought with a smile.

Oh goodness, I didn't realize how short this was until just now. I will add more onto it soon enough I just have a lot of stuff going on in life. So please enjoy of what there is so far.

Music-chan =P