Disclaimer: Naruto not mine. Amanda mine. Rawr.

A/N: So who else out there is as shocked as Gaara? Heh.

I had made it all of fifteen feet out the door before someone grabbed me roughly by the arm. I tensed and was ready to swing when I noticed it was Gaara. The look of shock was gone and he was back to his normal stony faced expression. I relaxed and let him drag me back to the Kazekage Building. What else was I going to do? I had just smacked him in a restaurant full of people and probably embarrassed the hell out of him. Besides all that, I was feeling a little unsteady on my feet. Looks like Sand Man was right, I did have a little too much to drink.

We came to the building a few minutes later, and a rush of sand pushed open the heavy doors and he pushed me thought, none too gently. I stumbled, but he caught me by the arm and pulled me along a hallway I hadn't seen yet and into a window less room. In the center of the room was a single chair and he pushed me down into it. He turned to leave but I stopped him.

"Hey, what's going on?" I demanded as I made to stand.

He stopped, "Stay seated." He said with out turning around and left the room, shutting the door behind him and I heard a click. The bastard had locked me in.

I sighed and leaned back in the chair, trying to get comfortable. This must be my punishment. Solitary Confinement. Great, I suddenly felt like I was in a prison.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but it seemed like forever when the door finally opened. Standing in the doorway was a blonde woman, who didn't look too much older than me. She had her arms crossed over her too-big-to-be-natural chest and looked me over.

"Who're you?" I demanded with a glare.

"My name is Tsunade; I am the Hokage of Konoha." She said as she crossed the room and stood about five feet away from me. She looked at me expectantly.

"What?"

"It's only polite to give your name once someone has given you theirs."

I shrugged, "Yeah well, it's not polite to lock someone in a room by themselves without telling them what's going on." I snapped back.

The Tsunade woman raised an eyebrow, "True. But seeing as how you are a guest of Gaara-Sama, you should over look such disrespects and be the better person. Am I right?"

I shrugged again, "Yeah I guess so. My name is Amanda." I paused before adding, "And don't go adding 'san' or anything after it. That's annoying."

She nodded, "Alright, Amanda. Would you like to tell me how you ended up here?"

"I'm here in general because Gaara tossed me in here, but as in how I ended up in this city, no clue." I said with a slight pout. How many people were going to ask me the same question?

"Well, that's why I'm here. Gaara-Sama wants to know why you're here, and I am very curious about the matter as well. Would you please tell me what happened before Temari-san and Kankuro-san found you in the desert?" She was being polite. It was a change compared to Gaara.

I told her about how I was closing up at the Restaurant and about the men across the street and then the explosion. She remained quiet until I finished.

"And how exactly is it that you know how to throw a shruiken?"

I shrugged, "Gaara asked me the same thing, I think it was more reflex than anything. He threw it at me first though, so I think it was only fair."

She nodded, but it seemed like she was just indicating that she was listening. She looked over to the door, "Alright, you can come in now."

I looked up and saw a man, about six inches taller than me, with silverish colored hair. I quirked an eyebrow as I looked him over. He was wearing an olive green vest over a dark blue jumpsuit type deal. His face was covered by a mask the same color his pants and he had a bandana around his head with a metal plate similar to Temari's. Similar except that it had a leaf like symbol on it and it was cockeyed so that it covered his left eye. All I could see of his face was his right eye. Something about his outfit looked familiar.

"I trust you were listening?" She asked the man.

He nodded, "Yeah. It doesn't seem like she's making it up, but it doesn't sound all too believable either." He said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

I snapped my fingers and pointed at the newcomer, "That's it. They were wearing an outfit like his, that's why he looks familiar." I said aloud. I didn't mean to.

"Eh? Like mine?" The man sounded slightly interested but looked more or less, bored.

"Are you sure?" Tsunade asked as she turned back to face me.

I nodded, "Yeah, same vest and blue underneath. I could see it in the street lights..."

"Well, there's a start. That means they were Jounin." Tsunade said with a hint of a smile on her face.

"What the hell would a bunch of high ranking ninjas want with a bartender from a small town?" I demanded and stood up.

"Oi, how do you know what Jounin are?" Silver hair demanded as he took a few steps closer to me.

I held up my hands, "I asked Gaara last night after he said I threw the shruiken like a Jounin." I said quickly and sat back down.

"Curious little thing, aren't we?" She asked me with a wink.

I shrugged and looked away and I thought back to the Tarot session with Kankuro. The seventh card he pulled had been something about learning. Well, it looked like I was doing a fair share of it.

"Kakashi, can you go fetch Gaara-Sama? I think he needs to hear what I think on the matter, as well as Amanda here." I noticed that she had, for the second time, left off the 'san'. I was beginning to like this woman.

"I'm right here, so say what you have to say."

I jumped. The voice came from right behind me and I turned in my seat and paled slightly, Gaara was standing directly behind me, he still looked very angry, and his cheek was still slightly red from where I had slapped him. I scooted to the very edge of my seat, trying to get as far from his as possible while remaining seated.

"Ah, how nice of you to join us Gaara-Sama." Tsunade said with a nod in his direction before speaking again, "I've heard of something similar happening before, granted this was over twenty years ago, and all who where present are dead. From the records that remain, it's something along the lines of a Kuchiyose."

"But why her? She's nothing special."

I wanted to hit him again, but seeing as how he was angry, and there were two other, obviously high ranking people present, I decided against it.

"Well, the last case was just the same. But Konoha almost lost the war because of it." Tsunade sounded troubled, or maybe annoyed.

"And we are in the middle of another war." The silver haired guy said. What did Tsunade say his name was, Kakashi or something?

"In any case, she needs to be protected. Who ever performed the Kuchiyose obviously thinks she's worthy for something, so keep an eye on her. Don't let her leave the village." Tsunade said with a tone that was similar to a mother scolding a child.

"After today, she'll be lucky to leave the building again." Gaara said angrily.

I flinched. Yup, he was really mad at me, "Serves your sandy ass right for grabbing me like you did." I said bitterly.

"What?" Gaara demanded.

I jumped out of the chair and jumped behind Tsunade, I had said what I was thinking again. Next time, ten is my limit.

Tsunade looked at me curiously and then returned her gaze to the fuming Gaara who had taken a few steps in my direction, "Keep her safe Gaara. I expect her to be alive and well the next time I come out here." Tsunade said and turned and headed for the door.

My eyes widened as my human shield walked away. I was dead for sure, and if not dead, maimed. No doubt about it.

"Don't leave me with him! He's gonna kill me!" I pleaded with Tsunade as she continued walking.

Tsunade paused, but it was Kakashi who spoke, "You're in safe hands with him. He's a very good fighter."

"You'll be fine. He knows that if he kills you, he'll have to deal with me." Tsunade said with a glance over her shoulder before she and Kakashi left the room, leaving me alone with Gaara.

I bit my bottom lip and watched him walk towards me.

He stopped about a foot in front of me and looked down at me. It was then that I realized that he was, in fact, a few inches taller than me, "Go to your room and stay there unless you are called by me. Understand?" He sounded so angry, his voice was more of a growl than anything.

"But I..." I started to protest, but he cut me off.

"Your room. Now."

With that said, I ran from the room, frustrated with myself for losing my temper, and frustrated with him for talking to me like a child.