Dangerous Knowledge

Summary: With Sakura being the only key to stop the upcoming war, Gaara has to gain her trust to get that information. Now, she was a matter he had to worry about, but will he be man enough to accept it? What is it exactly that has their head spinning?

A/N: Okidoki, I'm gonna be introducing to you my very first GaaSaku Fic! Hope you enjoy, following chapters wouldn't be this short, this is just a Prologue.

Chapter One: Was Named Prologue

Prologue

Gaara sat pensive in his office chair that morning. Back turned to the door, vacantly gazing off to the distance from his window. He had an unusual slouch with the way he sat today. Instead of the back-rigid kind of posture, he slumped against the far right corner of his chair with his chin poised on his thumb while his two fingers massaged his temple. His left hand had an awry grip on the armrest and from the way he leaned against the back rest, his rump sat on the edge of his seat.

He never sat like that in almost all his life. Starting to sit like that wasn't a random choice of right... he supposed he had all the right to be at ease when it came to remembering what exactly happened last night. He just remembered being dragged into Suna's Karaoke bar, too drunk to really notice who exactly brought him there when he should have been at the inter-conference meeting held between Iwagakure and Sunagakure. If he was to make an apology letter to the Iwakage, he had to remember what happened last night.

He just remembered sloshing down another round of sake before everything else was just a black patch into his memory. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of a slight disturbance behind him... it sounded like paper rustling and hasty fingers fumbling for something. From the presence of her chakra, she had the right to be there... but of course, if she was called.

Not particularly in the mood to ask what she was doing in his office without his permission, especially when he was stressing his way back to hacking into his brain in hopes of what had happened the night before, he lazily twirled his chair to face her with a steady beat easily emphasizing his controlled patience

"K-k-k," stuttered Sakura, her face utterly flushed with a blanch sheet, before her quivering lips pulled back into an almost forced smile that was too broad for his taste, "Kazekage-sama!" she articulated with an annoying edge of crooning.

Silence cloaked his office within an instance, smothering the kunoichi before him until she nearly suffocated from the tension. Now why was she tense? This he knew little of

"Yes?" he asked monotonously, steely jade eyes watching her intently, unaware that she her soul was being driven back a hundred yards away from him as a red smack slammed her face

"I was just—just," she continued stuttering, clearly she got the idea that the Kazekage prefered to be alone this morning, but she just needed to find it before anyone else did. Oh, why oh why did she have to make a last minute report in the morning when she should have thought of—

"Just what?" asked Gaara

Then she eased her face with a beam, palming the piles of paper with awkward movements as her hands began sliding up and down the pile's sides, "I was just arranging you paperworks"

Gaara raised an eyebrow

"Because... I just wanted to make sure you're... alright... I always do this to the Hokage," explained Sakura, "and man does she love it! she'd always go 'you're too kind Sakura why don't you..." her voice faded away when she blinked at Gaara, slightly aware that he wasn't clearly interested in whatever it was she was babbling about.

Gaara blinked

Avoiding eye contact, Sakura reluctantly tore away from his desk, clasping her hands behind her back, "well then," she said hastily, "I guess I gotta go now"

The door slammed shut in her wake, leaving a rather befuddled Kazekage in his seat. He sighed before reaching out for a random paper from the pile, he never liked going top to bottom, that would mean scaling the paperworks from ranked A to S missions, the more erratic the next paperwork, the more he stayed on task.

Trying his best to avoid the left pile for today—which was based on the upcoming war between Iwa and Kumo against Konoha and Suna—he plucked one stray page from the right pile and smoothly slid it out, flapping it once to straighten it, his eyebrow quirked in interest.

Haruno Sakura
A-Class Mission
Objective:
Kazekage's Temporary Assistant;
Representative of Hokage

Mission Report One

Tourist District: 0700
Checked in nearby Inn named The Golden Sand to freshen up from long journey

Kazekage Tower: 0715
Helped fix some files based on politics and medical forum. Assisted Kazekage-sama in meeting conferences, shared Hokage's respective opinions. Iwagakure representative proposes conference meeting with Kazekage at 2200 hours

Suna Medical Hospital: 0800
Kazekage's request to train all medic-nins in hospital to familiarize themselves with the foreign poisons from Cloud and Stone Country to prepare for coming war and devise antidote just in case. Took list of poisons and began making antidotes

1200
Finished creating antidotes and shared information with fellow medics

1500
Healed a Suna Chuunin serving as a messenger from Stone to Sand. Affected by poison, healed immediately, meeting conference with Hidden Village of Stone is cancelled—chances of war breaking out is very likely.

2000
Finished healing, solved poison and created antidote for last hundred hours and reported to Kazekage

Kazekage Tower: 2100
Reported to Kazekage, reminds him of meeting. Tries to help him relax, I decide to bring him to Karaoke to loosen up.

"Oh yes, Kazekage-sama I remember—"

It wasn't long before the paper he was reading blatantly slipped off his grip in an upward motion. He blinked, clearly not liking with what happened. He darted his eye to the intruder of the room, and once again it was Sakura, this time with her face flushing a furious red, crushing her mission report to her chest before him.

"What is it this time?" he grounded out as subtly as he could, but from the way she shivered, he didn't need his conscience telling him that he failed miserably

"There'samessageforyoufromtheHokage!" with that she bolted out of his office once again slamming the door shut. A sheet of paper daintily swayed towards his desk as it fell at an unhurried pace. His brows knitted together in slight exasperation, clearly confused with what the pinkette's problem was.

With a sigh he decided to read the fallen paper on his desk

Sakura on the otherhand leaned against the wall to the left of the door, pressing the back of her head with her mission report crumpled dearly to her chest. She was pale, she was sweating, she was hyperventilating. She had never been this tense when away from battle, but all she could hope for was that she made it just in time... when clearly she was dreading that he happened to have read it.

Tentatively tearing the sheet of paper against her chest, she smoothened out the crumples and ran a finger on the last line... the one she recently wrote this morning.

Kazekage's Apartment: 0600
Woke up naked beside an equally naked Kazekage

To Be Continued...