Disclaimer: Even though I wished on a shooting star, Naruto doesn't belong to me… Alas… I remain an author of fanfiction
She glowered at him.
He stared, quite calmly if not blankly, back. To her though, it was not so much as lack of expression, but something to mask the smirk in his eyes. Her eyes narrowed further, an action that signaled danger to Naruto, one that often caused him to stop whatever he was doing to annoy her, apologize profusely and make an excuse to get away. However, he merely continued to meet her heated gaze. She grit her teeth.
She really needed a bar of chocolate right now, but stopped herself from reaching into her pocket to get the melty treat. ('Damn the desert heat!')
"Just drink the damn potion!" She exploded finally, throwing her arms up in the air in frustration, nearly upsetting a glass of water on the table beside his hospital bed. At this, he really did smirk.
"And what will this potion do?"
"It'll make you fall asleep!" At his pointed look, she added sarcastically, "Kazekage-sama. Now just drink it!"
"No," He replied, almost a little childishly. Her eyes narrowed further.
Ugh. This was not what she was here for. Her mission was to teach a select group of Sand ninjas a few valuable medical techniques and make sure that Gaara of the Desert was to make a full recovery after being returned from the world of the dead- Tsunade herself has sent her for this! She was, on the contrary, not here to argue with a childish, irritatingly stoic, condescending, stubborn Kazekage.
"Gaara," She began, her voice displaying her thinly controlled annoyance. "Because Shunkaku is no longer within your body, you are perfectly able to get a good night's sleep. However since you will do not do this of your own free will, you are being given a potion to. Rest is the only thing that is going to make you feel better, and a half-an-hour ain't going to cut it-'' She broke off when she noticed that her patient was not at all paying attention, noticed that not only was the vial that contained the sleeping draft empty, but the occupant of the hospital bed appeared to unconscious.
Her eyes continued to narrow until they were slits she could barely see out of.
"I hate you!" She breathed, completely and totally annoyed with the way he did this. Every day it was the same- he would argue with her, distract her, and then take the potion of his own free will. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact that she had once threatened to tattle to Naruto that Gaara was not listening to her… But still…
Gaara lazily opened one eye and stared sleepily at her. It was a wonder that he was even awake.
"Ah of course you do. After all, there was never quite an act of hatred as sweetening the potion that usually tastes so bitter…" And smirking, he finally drifted off to sleep.
He was sooooo going to die.
Sakura glared at him for a good few minutes later until satisfied that he was completely asleep.
"Just you wait until tomorrow, you jerk." Gaara, blissfully unaware, was in for a treat tomorrow. An extra bitter potion, made special for him. And with that, she stomped out of the room, chomping angrily on a bar of melted bar of chocolate.