A/n: Alright everyone here is a little surprise! It's a story for our Whirlwind readers! You will find some of your favorite characters are back! Now I know we haven't posted anything for a while, but I do mean only posted. Angelv and I have been writing maniacs! We have so much in store for you that it will blow your mind! Now this isn't the story we promised at the end of Tempest, but it is a new one! We had gone to the movies and saw Tangled and we just got slapped in the face with the idea! So I really hope you enjoy this!

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Lost and Found

Chapter One

-Daughter-

"Gaara-sama, we have received word from the Hokage. He says, unfortunately, they will not be able to make it to the celebration. They've had an attack from Mist and they still have to take care of some loose ends." A young brunette said, reading off a piece of parchment.

The red haired Kazekage leaned back in his chair and shrugged, looking around the table filled with his council members. "Oh well. Naruto will just have to make it up to Sakura for missing Natsumi's first birthday."

"We are all so excited Kazekage-sama. Natsumi is the most precious little girl I have ever seen." One of the women smiled. Gaara let a small smile of his own grace his features.

"Yes. She is, my sweet little princess." He said, mostly to himself. He focused back on the table and then at the faces of the members. "Alright. Any other news?"

One of the men nodded and brushed some of his dark bangs from his eyes. "Stone has been causing problems along the borders. But that is nothing unusual and we have them secured. Other than that, Mist has been the aggressive one. They are continuously trying to break Konoha down. But there is no worry there. The Hokage has been more than successful at keeping them safe. Mist just wants more territory." He explained, getting a nod from the Kazekage.

"And is that all?"

"For the most part. Nothing of importance really." Another spoke up.

Gaara stood then, as the other members followed. "Alright. Dismissed." He ordered, heading for the door. He wanted to get home and see his family. Once he was out of the room, he started down the hall and then the steps. Things were pretty peaceful lately, other than the occasional trouble. But every country seemed to want more land and expand its boundaries. "Well at least it's not war." The red head mumbled to himself.

He continued down the streets of Suna and looked up when he saw his large mansion right up the hill. He smiled, wanting nothing more than to hold his lovely wife in his arms. He pushed open one of the double doors and stopped in the foyer. "I'm home." He announced.

It was only a few moments until he heard someone run into the front hall. "Dad!" a small, young red haired boy sprinted in wrapping his arms tightly around Gaara's legs. "Dad you're home!" he smiled up at his elder. Gaara kneeled down and picked up his son, giving him a small smirk.

"Hey Toshiro, how was your day today?" he asked. Toshiro was young, at only three years, but he was an exact look alike to his father. His red hair was short and did nothing to hide his dark jade eyes.

"It was good, me and mommy played with Natsumi. She was really happy and I think she likes my hair." He laughed, scratching his head. "She kept trying to grab it. It was funny." He beamed.

Gaara actually laughed, "I'm sure it was. Now where is mommy?"

"She's in the kitchen, making dinner." Toshiro said, pointing down the hall.

"Well ok, then you better go wash up." Gaara told his son, setting him down on his feet and watching him run up one of the double stair cases. When he disappeared down one of the upstairs halls the elder red head walked through the center of the staircases and through a pair of doors into the living room. He turned to the left and went into one of two doors, looking in the kitchen.

There was a pink haired woman, with her back to the door. She had on a white sun dress that stopped just above her knees and tied around her neck. She was busy slicing up some vegetables on a cutting board and didn't bother to turn around, since she knew who it was. Gaara walked up behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. He kissed her neck and smiled. "Hello my love. I missed you today." He said amorously, showing the side of him that only she was allowed to see.

Sakura turned her head and smiled up at him, pausing in her preparations for dinner. "You miss me every day dearest, but it's nice to hear you say it." She said, kissing him sweetly.

"Well you know I don't like being away from you." He smirked, resting his hands on her hips as he kissed her back. He pulled away, letting her get back to dinner. There was a small laugh from behind the two and Gaara glanced back. "Oh my little princess. How are you?" Gaara said, smiling brightly as he approached the small pink haired girl in the high chair. She reached her hands up, trying to get to her father. "I missed you too my little flower." He picked her up, holding her close and kissing her head. Natsumi laughed and clung onto her dad, staring up at him with beautiful pale jade eyes.

"She said her first word today." Sakura told her husband, checking the lasagna she had put in the oven earlier.

Gaara looked over to his wife and then back down to his little girl. "Really now? And what did she say?"

She walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder as she looked down at their daughter with a tender smile. "Well, while Toshiro and I were playing peek-a-boo with her earlier, Toshiro asked what time you were coming home, since you had a meeting with the council. But before I could answer, Natsumi looked over at him and said 'Da'." She said, smiling up at him then. "She was calling for you Gaara."

His smile seemed to widen as he nuzzled his sweet little girl. "Is that so my little one?" he asked.

Natsumi stared up at him and touched his cheek. "Da."

Gaara felt joy wash over him. "Yes little one." He nodded and looked back at Sakura. "I'm glad. Especially since Toshiro's first was mommy." He snickered, kissing Sakura on the cheek.

She nudged him playfully and then went to take dinner out of the oven. Then she pulled out a can of baby food and turned back to him. "Would you like to give the little princess her dinner or shall I?" she asked, setting everything on the kitchen table.

"I will sweetheart," he said, sitting Natsumi back in her high chair. "You've been working hard all day. And I can at least handle this." He smirked, taking the food from her and sat next to his little girl. "Open wide." He cooed, she complied and allowed him to feed her. "Good girl." He told her, making her smile.

Toshiro ran into the kitchen then. "I'm hungry!" he declared, struggling to get up into his chair that had a booster seat in it. He sat down and looked over at his sister. "Hi Natsumi!" he waved. She stared over at her brother and waved back excitedly.

Sakura laughed as she served Toshiro his dinner. "There you go honey. Make sure you eat all of your vegetables though, or no dessert." She told him, giving Gaara his plate and then sitting down at the other side of the table between the two redheads.

"What?" he gasped, as if this news were appalling.

"Listen to your mother Toshiro." Gaara said, without a pause in his current task. The little red head huffed and started with the disgusting green on his plate, since he wanted to taste something good when the meal ended.

"So, how was work today?" the pink haired woman asked, taking a bite of the delicious lasagna.

Gaara shrugged and looked over at his wife. "Uneventful. Oh, Naruto won't be able to make it to Natsumi's birthday."

"What?" she asked. Then her eyes narrowed and she pointed her fork at him. "If it's because that damned ramen festival is in town, I'm going to kill him. I will take that ramen and I will shove-" it was then she remembered that Toshiro was present, and Natsumi was now soaking things up like a sponge. Putting her fork down and taking a calming breath, she tried again, although her irritation was still present. "And why can't my best friend and teammate since childhood not come to our one and only daughter's first birthday? Something she will never have again."

"Mist attack Konoha." He said seriously, locking gazes with Sakura.

Her aggravated look dropped. "Oh. Was it anything serious?"

"Nothing that Naruto can't handle I'm sure. The report said that he handled it and Konoha is safe." Natsumi frowned, sensing her parents upset and distress. Toshiro looked back and forth between his parents.

"How come uncle Naruto can't come?"

Sakura gave her son a reassuring smile. "Bad people attacked the village Uncle Naruto lives in, so he has to stay and make sure it's safe, since he's the Hokage." She explained so that he would be able to understand it.

"Oh, kinda like dad does for Suna?" he asked.

"Exactly." She said, resuming eating her meal.

He nodded and continued eating his dinner. When they were done, Gaara picked up Natsumi as she yawned. "I'll put her to bed my love." He leaned down and kissed the top of Sakura's head. He left the room then and Toshiro grabbed his plate, helping his mom with the dishes.

"Why do people attack other people mom?"

She sighed as she began to wash the plates. "Well sweetie, there are lots of reasons why. Sometimes they want more land, or because it's their job to attack other people, or they're just plain mean."

"Do we attack people?"

"We have before. But for the most part, we only fight others when we are defending ourselves." She told him. It was hard to explain it in a way so that he didn't believe that Suna was bad too. Sometimes she wished that such questions didn't have to be answered, but knew he would need to know eventually.

He nodded and pushed the chairs back underneath the table. "Well mom, I'm off to bed." He informed her, running out of the room.

She shook her head at him. Sometimes he acted older than he was, and she would forget that he was only three. Finishing the dishes, she wiped her hands off and left the kitchen, turning off the lights on her way to the stairs. Walking down the hall, she peeked into Toshiro's room and saw that he was already asleep. She kissed him on the forehead before continuing down to Natsumi's room, where Gaara was rocking her. "Is she asleep yet?" she asked softly, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

He gave a silent nod and got up, being sure that he didn't awaken her. He placed her down in her crib and pulled up the soft pink sheets, touching her cheek. "Sleep well my precious little princess. See you in the morning." He said, walking towards Sakura and pushing her out of the room. He cracked the door and took his wife's hand. "A nice quiet night."

"Yes." She agreed, laying her head on his shoulder as they walked down the hall to their own room. "They're so rare nowadays."

"I just hope she sleeps through the whole night." He sighed, letting her in first and then closing their door. "She's been quite restless lately." He walked over to his dresser and began to unbuckle his vest. He tossed it aside and undressed, slipping on some loose fitting night pants.

Sakura undressed as well and pulled on a pair of short black silk shorts and a matching tank top. "She has. Perhaps it is because she's going to be a year old soon? I don't know, it could be possible that she is developing a sleeping disorder." She said, pulling back the sheets so they could get in.

He slid in beside her and sighed, "I certainly hope not." He frowned, laying down and turning on his side so he could face her.

"We'll just have to wait a see." She said, nuzzling his chest. Then she looked up at him. "We could try for another one you know. I heard it's best to have them relatively close so that there isn't too much of an age difference."

Gaara laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips against hers. "Well, that is true, but I think for now Natsumi is enough. After all Toshiro and Natsumi are two years apart. We still have time."

"Just a suggestion." She said, smiling at him and looping her arms around his waist.

"Goodnight my love." He smirked, closing his eyes and resting his chin on her head.

"Goodnight Gaara. I love you" She said, closing her eyes.

He pulled her closer, "I love you too."


The window slid open, not making a sound. A figure, dressed in all black crept into the room and looked around, spotting the crib. The ninja slinked over to the small bedding and peered inside, seeing the sleeping pink haired girl. He reached inside, wrapping the blanket tightly around her and then heading back for the window. He paused only for a moment, because the young girl moved, a small frown etched onto her beautiful face. It was as if she knew the one holding her was not friendly. Without a second to lose the ninja jumped out from the window and into the night, disappearing.