A/N: Well I told you something like super huge happens in this chapter, and so it does. Read it and find out. R&R on this chapter. Enjoy!

Kiss

Reiko laid her head on the desk, papers and papers scattered around the office space. The two were supposed to 'decline' or 'accept' request upon the villagers of the Suna, which in deed was more boring than sitting and watching men yell at each other. She sighed, getting another paper thrown at her. The reason Gaara had kept Reiko here was because she had whined and whined about getting too much 'work' at home, worst decision ever. So he had decided that she could sit with him and read through all the requests.

After three hours of taking the requests from the entrance of the building, and another two hours to find ink so they can accept or decline it was dusk when they got a fifth of the way through. Just another four-fifths before Reiko could get home.

Well it could have been worse. She could be home sleeping in, and dancing around her apartment because she had no work. But no, it was better. In stead she got to spend the whole day with her grouchy boss that technically hated her in every way possible, and they were both total opposites. But you know what they say, opposites attract, right?

Reiko sighed again, picking up the wooden stamp, looking over the paper and stamping it with 'decline' across the description. She was told to decline it if it wasn't worth it, but accept it if it was something that would affect the whole village. Reiko didn't get a bit of this but did what she was told. She wouldn't want to get him mad. Again.

Another paper came flying at Reiko, this one was already stamped. She read it over and couldn't believe her eyes, he was declining a marriage between a Suna woman and a Konoha man. That was not right at all. Reiko's brow crunched together as she read the fine print. Why would he decline something like this? Reiko thought to herself, she looked over it again to make sure she wasn't imagining it. How could someone decline love? Even if the two people being wed were from two different villages? It made no sense.

Reiko tossed the paper back at him, he looked up at her. Reiko crossed her arms.

"What the hell is that?" Reiko asked, her eyes on the paper. Gaara shrugged casually, her gaze not going through him at all.

"I declined this marriage, it's obvious isn't it?" He said as a matter-of-fact. Reiko rolled her eyes, growling under her breath. He would never take her seriously, not even when they were discussing something important.

"I know that. But why? It's going to do nothing to the village?" Reiko snaps at him. He ignored her petty questions and looked back down at his next request. Reiko felt the heat rush to her face, he had ignored her again! He always did things like this, like he didn't care about her what so ever. So if she died he wouldn't care? If she was kidnaped, he wouldn't at least try to find her? He anger boiled in the pot, scorching the metal that encased it.

"So you're saying you don't care?" Reiko asked, trying to calm herself. He nodded slowly, Reiko clutched the stamp in her hand.

"You are so heartless!" Reiko said. Before she could even close her mouth, the words came out. Realizing what she had just said, her fingers tight around the wood stamp dropped to the ground, a small thump materialized. Her fears sinking into her skin, making her shake slowly.

'Damn! Why did I have to say that?!' Reiko barked at herself. She knew what she said was wrong, and she would probably die right here. Or she would wish she could die where she was standing. Being alone in an office with a man that could kill if you said something wrong was more terrifying than jumping into a pit of lava, then have people laugh at you as you melt away. Much more terrifying.

Once those words left Reiko's mouth, he looked up at her, both shocked and surprised that she had spoken those words.

"What did you just say?" He said sternly, getting up from his seat. Reiko's words, all balled up into one word that she could only repeat in her head, was stuck and glued in her throat.

'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit' Was what was played in her head, like a record just meant to play that song.

He took a step forward, Reiko taking one back, her movements shaky and unsteady. The sound of steps echoed in the quiet office as the he stalked her until she hit the wall. Just one step in front of her was him, her fear bubbling beneath her skin. Leaning into the walls, thinking she could farther, Reiko slipped falling onto the ground.

He knelt beside her, Reiko's hair falling in front of her face, covering her fear-stricken eyes. Lifting his hand gently to brush away the hair covering her face, Reiko held her breath. The touch of his skin to hers felt strange, but Reiko's pale soft skin was begging to let skin touch again. To Reiko's surprise, his skin wasn't as rough or cold as she thought. It was actually gentle and softer and actually warm. By the way he treats Reiko, she thought he was cold as stone and didn't care about anything. Like a monster. Except this monster had a beating heart and red hair. How could Reiko say something like that to him. It was true she wasn't fond of him and wouldn't want to be his best friend, but something told her something in gibberish. She couldn't understand it, but she knew the time would com. Very soon.

The touch of her skin was warm, no hot. She was scared to death, but he wasn't going to hurt her. Yet. He wanted to know why she said he was heartless. He knew that people could say things that they didn't mean, and we're talking about Reiko here. She said numerous things that offended him but he didn't really care. But saying he was heartless, it took off a weight on his chest. Something was pulling him down from saying something back to her. He didn't know what it was, and yet he didn't want to know.

"So I'm heartless to you now, am I? You know I do have a beating heart." He said to her. Reiko shuddered. It was like he had read her whole thoughts. What was he going to say next? That he isn't a monster and his hair isn't red but crimson?

Reiko could feel his warm breath crawl down her neck, her stomach churned and her heart pounded in her chest. Reiko kept her eyes close because one she was scared as hell to see his face, and secondly if she were to die here she would die with her eyes closed. She doesn't know why, but her father had told her to always keep her eyes closed in a life and death situation. But here, it looked like a death or death situation. If Reiko had to choose, she would choose death because, well just because.

The anxiety was killing both of them, Reiko from the inside out and Gaara from the outside in. Total opposites in deed. Seeing through her eyelashes, Reiko could see his face. There was no sign of him trying or going to hurt her, but Reiko felt like he wasn't going to let this off easily.

It felt like his body was acting on his own. Like his mind and his body were disconnected. Before, something was tied around his neck, restraining him from doing what he wanted. But now it felt like the something was pulled off his neck, letting him do whatever. Gaara had a feeling, however, that if he didn't act his chance would slip away.

Without thinking straight, he leaned in, his lips touching hers. Reiko's eyes peeled open, the envelop with an unsure question opened as well. The answer was flashing in front of her eyes, everywhere she looked, it read to her. Reiko was in love. It couldn't be possible! She wasn't in love with him! The two weren't even alike in anyways. And besides, he hated Reiko's guts, or did he? Reiko denied what she was hearing. She pushed and shoved away that thought, her thoughts churned into one thought. It couldn't be possible. Or could it?