No one liked that idea huh? Oh well I found the story line, so here we go!

Sakura and Gaara woke up simultaneously and together they stumbled down the stairs and prepared a lovely breakfast.

Together they ate in a comfortable silence. They were quite content until Kankuro and Temari busted down the door in their haste to get to them.

Sakura helped them into chairs and served them leftovers from breakfast.

Kankuro was the first one to recover his breath.

"There's – and elder – who can cast – a jutsu on you." He murmured

"It'll – tell you exactly – what's wrong." Temari finished, shoveling rice into her mouth.

Sakura jumped up and raced upstairs to change, Gaara followed solemnly, sour at the fact that Temari and Kankuro had disturbed their nice morning together.

They all departed, the elder lived on the other side of the village, so they roof-hopped it the whole way.

They all landed silently, the house before them was grand, and the roofing's were tipped with gold and intricate metalwork wrapped around the walls.

They entered the house after the maid and they settled onto plush pillows and they waited for about an hour.

The elder entered the room quietly, and beckoned them.

They were invited into the private rooms.

Without a sound they settled onto the ground and stared at the elder.

"I will begin now, do not be alarmed if she passes out." He explained.

They all nodded submissively.

"Hyuu no jutsu." The elder yelled touching Sakura gently on the forehead.

Sakura's eyes widened suddenly and she gave a small gasp before falling backward into Gaara's chest.

It took hours before Sakura woke; the elder coaxed a cup of tea into her waiting hands, and then a story.

Sakura told of the room she was in the sounds that called out, ripping at her clothing, it seemed like forever but it finally stopped; a white light was cocooning her into itself.

Sakura stopped and took a sip of tea, she was jumpy as if the wind was still pulling at her.

Sakura looked at the elder, his troubled face seemed to sag even more then it had before they had arrived.

"It means one thing, dear." He began

"Your mother is still alive."