Why did it have to be her so early in the morning? Gaara glared at the blazing sun peaking through the windows. He only wanted coffee and here he sat at a table with Kankuro blabbering on and a silent Sakura.

Which Gaara appreciated. He needed the liquid energy before he could engage fully into what happened. The clay cup warming his hand he reached for the sugar in the middle of the table. His mind flashed to the young woman's body who sat in front of him while she drank her coffee. Nothing had been added into it he noticed. He smirked slightly.

Gaara paced his office. The image of Sakura sitting naked on her bed made him lick his lips. Is he a pervert?Why did he feel like this? Why was he having these thoughts? Maybe he needed a release that only a woman could give him. He was probably so busy with work he hadn't gotten enough time for enjoyment.

Gaara pushed back his hair in frustration. His eyes slipped over the paperwork still piled on his desk.

Time for a night out. Gaara used his chakra and hands signs to flint over his body. His red hair changing to a chestnut brown, his mark on his forehead disappeared, and eyes turned black. Gaara changed into a light long back jacket with black pants.

He didn't need anyone knowing he was the Kazekage. He wanted to be relaxed and have just a little fun.

Kankuro's attention had shifted to Sakura. Chatting her up and down about updates in her village. Kankuro had shown himself to be a capable leader, Gaara had allowed him his own division. He had set up a miniature headquarters before assigning individuals to various roles.

"Sakura, would you be interested in making a plan in working with some of my division? We need to build up certain medical aspects of the teams Gaara and I have been working on."

"I think that would be a great idea, Kankuro. First I want to evaluate the situation here." Sakura glanced over her coffee, "would you be able to guide me through the village, Gaara?"

Gaara headed out on the town. He slipped into one of his favorite bars. Ordering a round of sake he watched women slink on and off of the dance floor. They moved there hips to the sound of the music and Gaara scanned for something familiar.

A brown haired woman in a maroon dress approached him. He took a swing of his sake. "Kakusareta, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you around here in a while."

"Matsuri." Gaara's eyes soaked in the woman in front of him. Short brown hair clipped into a messy bun, a long deep v dress showing just a hint of her breasts and her hands seated on her hips. His fake name that he had used many times was easy to respond to. "I wanted to get into something a little wild tonight. "

Matsuri pulled him into a mix matched kiss before pulling him onto the dance floor. She pushed herself against him uncoordinated as she moved off beat to the music. He rolled his eyes at the woman. He reached around and grabbed her hips tightly to steady her movements to the right beat. Only then drawing a little pleasure of the situation.

He wanted this. He needed this. He needed to get that woman out of his head and peaches out of his nose.

"I will. This way I can point out where we need the biggest response. I want to set up a class for you to train some students if possible as well." Gaara analyzed the woman that sat in front of him. Strong emerald eyes head his, he could see her wheels working. She was pulling information to formulate a plan.

She was so different from the woman he had entertained himself with the night before. Matsuri had been sloppy, not wild. Timid, not daring. Normal, not enchanting.