Sorry it took so long to upload, lemme warn you, bitta fluff here(: and kind of cheesy and cliched :/

Anyways, ignore my babbling, and ENJOY!

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"Gaara-sensei! Please, stop." Matsuri panted, her knees bruised and battered as she gripped her Johyo tightly in her hands. Gaara looked over and his sand calmed nearly immediately, as he nodded and bid to her request. She collapsed, breathing heavily, her eyes still wide and innocent, though clouded with exhaustion.

"Gaara, you should go easier on her." Temari walked out into the Bloody Sands battlefield, tsk-ing at Gaara, a worried look on her face as she looked at a still panting Matsuri.

Gaara looked at her, strangely, like he didn't know what Temari was going on about. She glared at him.

"Your student is half dead, Gaara. It's no use if you send her out to the whorl bruised and battered. She's not going to meet opponents half as strong as you. Take it easy on her, will you?" Temari scolded as she walked over to Matsuri.

"No, no, I appreciate Gaara-sensei's efforts." Matsuri piped up, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. Temari took her up easily into her arms.

"A-Ah, Temari-senpai, it's o-okay, I can walk. Besides, I'm h-" Matsuri protested, but Gaara strode over.

"I'll take her. I'm probably stronger than you, anyway, Temari." Gaata said quietly, his face impassive as usual. He slipped his hands under Matsuri's knees and behind her torso, taking her from Temari, easily.

"Heh, I'm just as strong as you, little brother, but yes, I have to go meet up with Kankuro, anyway. Seeya." She nodded.

"Thank you, Temari-sen-" Matsuri started.

"Matsuri. I've known you for long enough. Drop the senpai." Temari winked, sauntering off, unhooking the fan off her back.

"Gaara-sense-" Matsuri started again, kind of tired of being interrupted.

"Stop. I've known you longer than Temari. Take her advice. Besides, you're exhausted, I was hard on you." He interrupted, rudely, his face unusually softer than usual. Her wide brown eyes looked into his jade ones, before he looked away hastily. He started walking, gracefully, Matsuri still with a shocked look in her wide brown, doe eyes.

Gaara never noticed she had the longest lashes he had ever seen- wait. He never noticed other people's lashes. That was weird.

Matsuri looked up at his pale jade eyes, and drew a sharp intake of breath as she stared at his pale porcelain complexion. She never noticed, now that she thought about it, but, her sensei was actually, really, really handsome.

He reached her apartment door. His legs skidded to a stop and his thoughts trailed off, abruptly.

"Ah, Gaara, y-you can put me down here." She said, sliding down from his arms, and her hand brushed his hair, softly. Actually, his hair was really soft. But, still, she shouldn't be thinking that about her sensei.

"Goodnight, Gaara." She said softly, landing on her feet.

"Goodnight, Matsuri." He paused and considered smiling, but his face remained impassive. Her heart sank a bit.

He's not going to do anything or say anything else, she thought. She swallowed, her eyes following his. She could stare at him all night long, into those pale, pale eyes, but he wouldn't of course. Then he leaned forward, like he wanted to do something, and then stopped himself, their faces inches apart and suspended in air. Her eyes were wide and shocked and his, unlike usually, were filled with emotion she just couldn't place. Then he leaned back and walked away.

Matsuri reached up to her cheek, where his cold breath had tickled and she felt little grains of sand resting there. How typical.

I smell... cheese.

ew.

didn't like that one too much.

review? if at least 3 people review this one, i'll post the next one, kay? wahaha~

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Kai