What can I say? I've been gone for ages and I'm sorry but I have my mocks in a few weeks and final exams are coming closer and closer so time for me is short. I didn't really get what writers block was till I started this story. Now I do and I don't like it. But luckily I have some new I dears blooming ;)

Gaara had been in Konoha for 3 weeks. Far longer than he had wanted and he had started to strongly hint it was time for him to return home. Kunkaro, Temari and Naruto all kept on coming up with excuses. Naruto even went as far to say they were holding a feast, then a ball and finally a festival for Gaara's arrival. Gaara at first had thought it far too much but it became even more than ridiculous when there was a ball, feast and festival for him leaving. But today he was determined to go. He would tell Naruto straight and refuse any more 'delightful' event invitations.

Gaara knocked on Naruto's door and entered. Naruto sat behind his desk, mountains of paperwork surrounding him as he snored happily, a sake bottle buried deep within his arms. Gaara slammed the door behind him waking Naruto. He yelped as he fell into the ocean of paper work spewing it all around him.

"Oh Hello Gaara what- AAAAAAAAHHHHH PAPER CUT!"

"I need to return to Suna tomorrow"

"OH GOD IT HURTS SO BAD! WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN RETURN TO SUNA TOMOROW?"

"I have left my village alone for too long. I need to return or I will fall behind with paperwork. I shouldn't have been gone so long anyway."

"B-but you-"

"I'm sorry old friend I need to go" Gaara turned to go. He reached the door and his hand stretched out for the handle.

"Wait Gaara! You can't-" His hand clamped round the handle and he pulled the door open.

BANG!

Hinata was beaming. She looked up into the eyes of her most beautiful project. It looked just as she had imagined but better. Far better. It was painted a soft blue and a creamy white. It stood up proud and new. Its gleaming windows shining, the garden below swaying lazily with the wind but the best thing was the small horde of children running round the house screaming in shock and delight, claiming rooms and digging into the freshly made cookie on the huge kitchen table.

She had to show someone. Someone enthusiastic. Neji had already seen it. He had smiled and nodded, telling her it looked far better than before but she wanted more of a reaction. She wanted the person to be open-mouthed, eyes wide with shock then start screaming in delight just like the children. A name popped into her head. Naruto.

She ran off as fast as she could, weaving through the mid day shoppers, into the Hokage tower, dodging the workers on lunch break till she came to Naruto's corridor. It was quiet. Hinata walked forwards slowly panting slightly. Doubts slowly sank into her mind. Maybe he was in a meeting, or dealing with S-rank papers or maybe... She shook herself of her fears. She stood straight, squared her round shoulders and walked through the door into Naruto's office.

BANG!

Hinata found herself on the floor gazing up at two colorful splodges. One bright Yellow and one a lovely red. She liked the colors. They were happy colors. She could imagine a bright yellow kitchen exactly in that shade and God knows how many rooms you could style in that red. It was fabulous. She closed her eyes and sighed in content. The floor is very cold she thought. That was strange. The colorful splodges were also very strange. She opened her eyes and found herself looking into the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. They reminded her of a turquoise gem she had seen.

"Pretty..." she mumbled.

"She's conscious" a loud voice called above her.

"Oh she'll come around. She used to faint all the time! No need to worry Kazekage."

"Just because she fainted all the time doesn't make the situation any better!" That was Neji's voice.

"Neji?" She tried to sit up but a monster headache came rushing making her wince, "Ow"

"Careful. You bumped your head quite badly their."

"What did I bump my head on?"

She heard Naruto laugh. "You crashed into Gaara and bumped your head on the floor. Nothing serious Hinata. Now let's sit up," Kiba's familiar arms came around her and propped her up.

"Thank you. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"You shouldn't apologies. It wasn't your fault." Hinata looked up. Gaara was on the other side of the room, next to the window clutching the window ledge painfully hard. His knuckles were turning a bone colored white.

"It wasn't yours either," She said softly under her breath. He shouldn't blame himself. It wasn't right. The hold on the window ledge loosed but did not let go. She had never before realized Gaara's eyes but now they stood out beautifully, the tips of his hair tickling them. She stood up; with Kiba's help and brushed herself off.

"Neji?"

"Yes?"

"What exactly are you doing here?"

"Looking for you! You've been gone all afternoon! I went to the house but they said you had gone, next thing I know I hear Naruto shouting like a madman from the Hokage Tower then-"

"I wasn't screaming like a madman!" Neji glared at Naruto. He hated to be interrupted.

"I don't know about you Kazekage but I think now would be an excellent time to leave" Kiba said.

"Yes. I must get ready." Gaara walked to the door opened it slowly while bracing himself. He didn't want another girl crashing into him like that.

"Wait! Gaara! You can't leave!"

"Why not?"

"Because...um...you need...you need... TO TAKE HINATA TO SUNA!"

"APSOLUTLY NOT!" shouted Neji. "SHE IS IN NO CONDITION TO TRAVEL!"

"Which is why you need to wait Gaara! See!"

Gaara pinched the bridge of his nose. This was getting tiresome. However he knew how upset Temari would be if their house wasn't done by Hinata. Temari had spent a lot of the time watching Hinata work on the house and each evening she would tell them the amazing things Hinata had done.

"Of course you must forgive me Miss Hyuga. We must wait till you are recovered."

Neji frowned "It will take at least a week before she if fully ready to-"

"I will be ready by tomorrow Kazekage." Her pupil less eyes shone up at him with determination.

"Then I will see you at the gates at 10 o'clock" He turned and left.