Holiday surprise!!!

The 12th chapter is written in Gaara's point of view. My Dad was 2 feet behind me complaining about my mom the entire time I wrote this. I hope that didnt affect anything Please tell me what you think. I tried to not make Gaara too lovey dovey. Cause I mean cmon his badboy personality is extremely hot. ;D just saying. ANYWAY Read&&review.


Gaara was a man of few words, the type to make a point and stick with it. Confident, and though he'd written Sakura off to be a pathetic waste of time, somewhere deep down his soul fought against that. Standing the way he normally does he looked out over the town he protected, these were his people it was crucial that his time was devoted only to them. For so long he successfully buried himself in piles of work to ease the burden of not being able to mature the way a normal man does. He was the kazekage, and ever since Sakuras arrival to suna he's had to mentally remind himself that a man in his position could afford no distractions. However he felt the need to intrude in her life. To be with her. Why?

Staring at the hand he clenched into a fist he tried to understand why her of all people would make him act this way. Never before has a girl struck his interested the way she does. She was everywhere. It didn't help that she was all throughout his room. He couldn't even cast a glance towards his bed without seeing her sleeping there. The memory so vivid for he spent the night simply watching her breath. And oh the way she turned when she slept, tossing as though she were having a nightmare. He wanted to hold her, comfort her, and he did. There was never any intention of sleeping with her... he simply held her until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore and fell asleep beside her. Reluctantly letting his grip of her go as sleep took him. She was the beautifully crafted sculpture and he was her mold. There was no denying the way she fit perfectly in his arms.

'What is this feeling' Pacing back and forth across his room he tried to make sense of what was going on. Frustrated he laid down. There was simply no time for this nonsense. However images of her in his arms wearing nothing but a bra and panties wouldn't leave no matter how hard he tried. When he thought about sakura he felt something he never felt before. Naruto had taught him a valuble lesson, that made him who he is today. He taught him how to love and cherish the people important to him, and with that lesson he became kazekage. Sakura... She was teaching him something else. She was teaching him how to love. The kind of love that can only be shared between two people. He was sure he wasn't In love with her... But feelings like these had to be the foundation on which love grew. That much he was sure. Lost in thought it took him a minute to hear the light tapping on his door.

"Come in kankuro." He didn't even bother too look as his big brother walked into his room and sat down

"No please kazekage kick back and relax the village will run itself." Kankuro laughed at his sarcasm but Gaara simply glanced in his direction

"What do you want?"

"Just wanted to see if you had any spare A or B rank missions lying around. I'm bored as hell."

"Dont you have a hobbie" Gaara sat up staring at his brother who smiled.

"Of course I have a hobbie, Who do you think upgrades these puppets, now I gotta murder me some rouge ninja or something and try them out."

"Killing is not a game kankuro." Gaara stood and crossed the room to his desk. Quickly he shuffled through a stack of papers and pulled one out.

"I know I know lil bro, I'm only kidding. Jeez lighten up." Gaara ignored the remark and handed him a sheet of paper.

"It's a D-ranked mission. Enjoy"

"D-ranked!?"

"Theres a party in a few weeks, I'd like you alive and there." Pissed Kankuro turned to leave.

"I swear I get absolutely no respect"

"Or pussy" Gaara smirked at his comment and turned towards the window.

"Oh Yea, the one time you tell a decent joke it's directed at me. Great" Kankuro turned and walked angrily towards the door. Gaara's Mind didn't even hesistate to return to images of sakura. Her beautiful smiling face, her Almost naked body completely against his. This mental obsession was killing him.

"Kankuro" The older boy stopped and half turned

"What"

"Do you happen to know where Sakura is"

"Pfft yea, At that spa Temari had custom made for herself. They've been there for a good while though, if they left on time. Knowing Temari they probably left earlier than necessary." Kankuro assumed the conversation was finished and left.

Gaara was leaving his room, before he even fully made up his mind. He was going to find sakura, what he was going to do when he found her he didn't know, but he needed to see her. As if it would confirm a hypothosis he had buried in the deepest chamber of his heart.


Unfortunately the spa was on the other side of the town, but it gave him sometime to think about what he was going to do. He had no idea no reason for why he was still moving with no plan in mind. He felt impulsive. So unlike him, but acting on impulse was exhilerating. To be so moved by someone that he'd act without thinking. All so he could see her face. Gaara didn't stop to greet anyone, though he knew he should've. He felt the curious stares on him, but they no longer bothered him. Over time he became accoustomed to the constant awe annoyed even that after having met and spoke with these people on several different occasions they all still treated him like royalty. Thats one thing that irritated him. People feeling obligated to treat him the way they do. Hanging on his every word just because he was kazekage.

Pushing those thoughts aside he focused on the space decreasing between him and the spa. He was so close. He thought back to the note he found under his door, the gesture was so odd, childish even, but he was touched. Moved by the fact he affected her life. Not because he was Kazekage. Just because he was him, saying what he thought. He was relieved as well that she changed her mind about the party. That night she would be his, entirely. Least thats what he saw between couples at parties. Always mingling with people together.

Smiling at himself he thought about how different he was. He was Gaara of the Desert. Fealess, strong, and here he was crumbling slowly in the palms of a girl he barely knew. Gaara reached the Spa just in time to see Sakura and Temari leaving. He stood there watching her. As if sensing his presence she turned to him, she seemed to do a double take making sure she was seeing the right thing, and then she smiled as if she was delighted to see him. She was happy because he was there, not because of his social status, not because of any accomplisment he made, just because he was gaara. She smiled only at him.

It all happened to fast, his heart acted on it's own and soon he found himself kissing her. Selfishly he crushed her body to his. Despite his lips pressed so firmly to her, he heard her gasp. He didn't care what caused it, he couldn't stop kissing her. Parting her lips with his own he slipped his tounge into her mouth, tasting her. She was so sweet, so addicting. Momentarily he pulled away from her studying her face. Her breathing was heavier, and her breath smelled sweet and was cool agasint his skin. Her eyes weren't on his they were staring at his lips and filled with lust, She wanted this, that much he knew for sure.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him back to her. Her eager lips kissed him so intensly. She was like a drug, intoxicating him to the point he forgot where he was, who he was. The hand he left resting on her back twisted into her long pink hair, deepening the possibilites of their kiss as he forced her closer. His free hand slid to the curve of her ass and gripped it hard pressing his growing erection into her waist.

It wasn't until Temari made her company aware to them did Gaara have enough strength and composure to pull away, and even as he did it hurt to seperate himself from her. The look on her face begged for him to continue kissing her but he had to stop now before he made to big of a scene. It was bad enough over half the women in the spa filed out along the steps gawking like much more annoying forms of papparazzi. He pressed his lips gently to hers one last time and stroked the side of her face with the tip of this thumb.

"I will see you later" He whispered into her ear.

"Gaara dont leave me now" the way she begged for him to stay was simply irresistable.

"I'll see you later" With that he left, he had to she was so tempting, but he needed to think. He needed to know if this was a good idea.