Just as the sun began to raise over the sleeping people of Suna a young girl with ginger brown hair and ebony black eyes rose to shut off her annoying alarm clock. She slipped out of bed to as she rubbed the sleep from her seeing senses and walked into the bathroom so she could wash away the rest with hot on her face and change clothes from thin silk high thigh length shorts and tank top to her everyday knee length skirt and a slightly tight shirt with knee high socks and shoes. Once she had eaten breakfast and grabbed the proper supplies for the day she left the one room apartment she lived in solitary. As she made her way to her destination the thirteen year old girl hummed a tune she had recently hared on the radio. She soon was standing in front of a door preparing to knock when it opened causing her to look slightly foolish with a hand still in the air.

Temari: "Oh, hey Matsuri, nice to see you, sorry we have to go so early but me and Kankuro have to go on some mission. We'll be back in a day or two. "She turned around and gave a play glare at the reliable Kazekage "Oh, and Gaara, try to take good care of Matsuri while we're gone, if I hear of anything you've done to her It'll be you and this fan." He rolled his eyes and she chuckled.

Kankuro: "See ya Matsuri"

Matsuri: "Bye Temari, Kankuro, be careful on your mission" They both nodded then left the two teens alone shutting the door behind them.

Matsuri bowed in respect: "Good morning Gaara-sensei"

Gaara: "Good morning Matsuri, and told you not to call that, just Gaara."

Matsuri raised up: "But Gaara-sensei, you are my sensei, and I just want to show my respects, you already told me not to call you Kazekage-sama?"

Gaara: "It's fine, Gaara."

Matsuri: "Yes Gaara-sen-Gaara"

Gaara nodded: "Now, today I'll be running late slightly on training due to a meeting, so it will be rescheduled at five."

Matsuri nodded: "Yes Gaara, is there anything else?"

Gaara shook his head: "No, that's all you may go." She bowed, straightened up and left. It was still pretty early and she really had nothing to do so she deiced to take a stroll around the village. Surprisingly the time passed by pretty quickly it was already three. She deiced to go home to make sure that she was mentally and physically prepare to train with Gaara. Gaara didn't train like any normal sensei, he made sure that Matsuri was getting every possible thing out of the lesson, not just three or four things, but all. Gaara didn't like to re-teach things so this worked out nicely. Not to mention that it took practically everything out of her when she did have a training session with him. By the time it was done she could pass out. Though she never told Gaara about this afraid that he might go easier on her and she wanted no where near that. She had to get stronger and she knew that Gaara could give her strength; she needed all the help she could get. With her being as distracted and clumsy as she was and all. Most of the time Gaara would push her slightly above her limit causing her to be even more worn out at the end of the day but it was well worth it to know just that she could past her limit and make a new that would surely be broken. Even though Gaara was her sensei Matsuri thought of him as much then that. He was one her best friends, she didn't have many friends to begin with though. The only real friends she had were Gaara, Temari, who treated her as a little sister, and Kankuro did the same. Most people were only nice to her because they knew that she was close to Gaara if they weren't that they would anger the Kazekage. She hated the idea of fake friends; she'd much prefer her three true fiends over five hundred fake one any day of the week. Soon it was a quarter till five and she began to head to the training ground where she and Gaara usually trained. Once she made it there it was exactly five on the dot and Gaara was just arriving.

Gaara: "Sorry I'm late."

Matsuri held a giggle: "Only by seconds" she wouldn't hold it past him to be a few minutes late anyhow, he was the Kazekage after all, she's sure had a lot of things to do.

Gaara: "Where you waiting for me long?"

Matsuri shook her head: "Nope, I only got here a minute ago" she knew it had to at most five minuets ago but it really didn't matter.

Gaara nodded: "Well, today we should work on your chakra control; it's been a while since we last practiced them." Matsuri nodded "First bring channel it to your feet" she did as she was told and held it there for a few minutes sis staining it evenly.

Gaara: "Good, now walk to me." He was standing a few meters away from her and since there was no water just lying around in the desert she couldn't walk on it so to test this skill they walk on the sand trying not to leave any foot prints. As she walked it was slightly hard for her to keep the chakra levels even in each foot. Gaara watched her feet and checked the space behind her happy to see that there were no feet left behind in the sand. She finally reached him with no sigh that she had used her feet to get over there.

Gaara: "Very well, Matsuri" Matsuri looked up at her sensei to see his always calm but fascinating expression on his face. Being a year older then her, Gaara was a good head taller then her, maybe even two, putting her face only at his chest.

Gaara: "Now, run back." He said the always relaxed deep voice of his and Matsuri did the same challenging her chakra to her feet beginning to run evenly to the other side but suck into the sand knocking her off her balance and landing face first into the sand. Matsuri pushed herself up and sighed heavily as she felt sand all over her body and face. Gaara was now by her side.

Gaara: "Matsuri, are you ok?" He skimmed her body with his eyes to check for any wounds.

Matsuri rubbed some sand from her eyes as she nodded: "Yeah, it's just my knee…" She felt the sand being lifted off her and when it was all gone she turned to Gaara.

Matsuri: "Thanks"

Gaara: "Let me see you knee." She nodded and began to potion her self so she could raise her knee up when she quickly stopped and realized that her skirt was quite short.

Gaara: "What's wrong?"

Matsuri: "Uh… Nothing… It's just ….." She turned away from his gaze, Gaara slightly confused. She raised it slightly along with other in a way that you could only see up if you father away from her and with Gaara being almost directly on top of her he couldn't see. He looked at her knee and examined it seeing the blood slowly begin to surface. He put his hand under it, on her thigh; it was so smooth and soft… Bringing it closer to him, this causing Matsuri to blush deeply and her heart began beating furiously. He placed his mouth down on it and his tough took it from there as it lapped up the blood, Matsuri's face now a dark crimson. Once it was blood free Gaara removed his mouth and looked back at a very flustered Matsuri.

Gaara gave a confused look: "Are you sure you're ok? Do you have a fever Matsuri? Maybe we should let training out early today?" He put his hand on her cheek looking his eyes with hers. She didn't feel like she had a fever, Gaara was confused.

Matsuri: "N-no, I'm fine, r-really" Gaara stood helping her to her feet but not letting go of her hand when she stood. This made Matsuri turn even redder, if that was possible.

Gaara: "If you're sure?" she nodded and smiled, her blush quietly disappearing. Gaara nodded and they resumed training for the rest if their time till it got dark. They said their good byes and they parted off in separate directions. As Matsuri walked home she couldn't help but wondered what happened to her back there; she'd completely felt weird. She couldn't help it; having Gaara that close to her, most likely seeing her panties! She blushed furiously again thinking about his hot tough on her skin. She had never really felt this way before, that she wanted to be near Gaara and then the thought of being near him making her blush and her heart race. Her thought were interrupted when a voice called to what she thought was her since there was no one else there.

Voice: "Hey there…" She turned around to see a man standing there with a sake bottle his hand almost empty. He had a freighting grin on his face as he eyed down Matsuri and stumble toward for her.

Matsuri: "Umm… Yes?" She asked unsure of what to do.

Man: "What are you doing out this late all hic by your self?" It was obvious that this man was drunk.

Matsuri: "Umm… Going home, is there something you want?" Bless her innocent, good natured soul.

Man smirked manically: "Why yes, there is, hic you" He then flung him self at Matsuri dropping the bottle on the ground shattering it before Matsuri could react. He shoved her hardly against the wall holding her down to it, his breath reeked of alcohol. Matsuri tried to get him of but she was drained of her strength from her spar with Gaara and he wasn't so week himself. She began trembling furiously as he let his hands roam free around her body.

Matsuri: "No… Stop… STOP!" She screeched as he viciously squeezed her chest causing her to begin to cry.