Harbinger

by tigerowl

Naruto's friendship with his teammates Gaara and Haku is put to the test as they prepare to deal with the threat of the Akatsuki. The secrets Jiraiya has kept come to a head, and Naruto must shoulder the responsibility of protecting much more than the Leaf Village. Continuation of Forlorn. AU NaruHina, GaaSaku, NejiTen, ObiRin, OCs *Taoism, Self-Indulgent World Building, longfic

18. Temperance

Note: I am most thankful to everyone who reviewed! And thank you to each soul who is going to review at the conclusion of this long chapter. You'll find brownies at the end.

Chapter Soundtrack: "Coming of Age" by Foster the People

"Are you just going to keep avoiding me?" Jiraiya shouted up a steep cliff ledge, "You can't learn much by doing that!"

Naruto had spent three days evading the Toad Sage. He timed his meals differently, ran off into the wilds where the wounded old man couldn't follow, and limited conversations to one-word replies. Jiraiya knew some kind of retribution was due from Naruto, but it was starting to get old.

Naruto had taken to meditating anywhere in the valley where Jiraiya would physically be unable to follow him. It was part silent treatment and part practical application. Fukasaku had suggested he practice calming his mind in preparation for the training that was to come, 'But that isn't easy when Ero-sennin starts talking about my parents and how he left me high and dry!'

He blocked out Jiraiya's whining and turned inward, listening to the stillness of the Kyuubi's prison. If he sought tranquility, Naruto believed he should smooth over his connection with the Fox…which had been prickly since the Maple Village incident. Even if the Nine-Tails was untrustworthy and had nearly driven him to senseless killing, Naruto felt he ought to procure an answer from the Biju. He shed his hostility from earlier and appeared before the cage.

Now why would I choose to talk to you? In the same way you are ignoring your Toady Teacher, I prefer not to fraternize with my jailor. The Fox growled, You and I both know why I did it. I want you dead.

"See, I would believe you, but…" Naruto held up his hands for emphasis, "I'm not dead."

In time.

"You've kept me alive on plenty of occasions!"

It was convenient.

"Right..." He injected a bit of sarcasm before asking, "If I died, wouldn't that set you free?"

The condition of this seal forbids such a thing.

"So then…it's always convenient to keep me alive?" Naruto postulated, "You're attached to me so that you won't survive without me…"

It won't be forever. I will find my way. The Fox vowed, I'll keep you alive long enough so that I may free myself…and then watch you squirm under my claws.

"You are so passive aggressive! Worse than Gaara…" Naruto sniffed, "And don't even think about hurting anyone I care about again. Otherwise I won't help you figure it out."

The Fox was confused, Figure what out?

"How we can separate from each other; without dying or maiming ourselves." Naruto clarified, "We are just not healthy together. It's better to go our separate ways."

The Kyuubi stared at him, considering that maybe it was complete baloney, but the serious expression on the boy's face cast no doubt, You, a jinchuriki…who can tap into such tremendous chakra…would just let me go?

"Well you'd stop trying to kill people, wouldn't ya?" The boy huffed, "You didn't attack because you were bored. I figured it out. It's easy to see that anyone who is locked up constantly is going to hate people." He smiled, "I don't want that for anyone. Even you."

You're an idiot.

"Forget it! I was trying to be nice!"

You are lying anyway! You would never let me go. Even if you discovered a way that would spare your life and unshackle us, no shinobi could be so foolish.

"You've never had anyone who cared about how you felt, huh?" Naruto supposed, "That's why you're such an asshole."

The Fox bore its teeth at the bars of the cage, Don't even try to empathize with me, you runt!

"If that's the way you want it, then fine!" He snapped, "I can understand you…or I can just forget you even exist." Naruto grimaced, "But any beef you have with the world, from here out, you take it up with me and only me. No one else."

What an unparalleled fool you are…

"I just want to be reasonable. I don't need your chakra anymore, so why would I ask you to stick around?"

So that is your conclusion, is it? That I am no longer necessary? The Kyuubi snorted, You rank among some of the puniest shinobi I have ever laid eyes on. You are a speck. He grinned, You, Naruto, could scarcely imagine the power of those that preceded you…and they were not jinchuriki.

Naruto held up his fist, "And I promise you I'll be just like them someday."

You cannot promise me anything. No shinobi has ever kept his or her word on my behalf.

"Then it's about time that changed." Naruto said quietly, "I don't need you. I won't bother you. Just don't lash out at innocent people."

Oh. So this is goodbye?

"Yeah."

The Fox narrowed its eyes, We shall see. Once the Akatsuki taps your shoulder…I'll bet you will come crawling back to me.

"That's not going to happen." Naruto turned to leave, "The only person who can keep me alive is me. Just sit back and watch, Fox."

Jiraiya's voice waded back in, jogging his consciousness. Now he was really distressed, "Kid! Come on!"

Naruto opened one eye and let it settle on his teacher, "I am trying to concentrate."

"And I am trying to break your concentration," Jiraiya retorted, "You and I need to talk! Enough of your flitting around, Naruto!"

With a sigh, Naruto gave a disgruntled look to his teacher, and then hopped down a cascade of stones from his perch. They mirrored the other's posture, arms folded and apparently grumpy. After a brief silence Naruto raised his eyebrows expectantly, "You want to talk to me?"

"Yeah, I've been trying to."

"About what?"

"Anything. At this point…" The Sage grumbled, "Just don't run off again."

Naruto wore a sly look, "I won't run."

"Well…" Jiraiya became uneasy after hearing the comment, "Don't mess with me either…I'm not back at full strength yet."

"Relax; I won't hurt you, Ero-sensei." Naruto assured him, "If you want to talk then let's do it at Ma and Pa's place."

"Why not here? Their house is a ten minute walk-" Jiraiya faltered when his student vanished, "From here…"

It occurred to him after a moment that Naruto had likely left behind his three-pronged kunai at the toad residence. If it was to practice more with the Hiraishin or merely to cause Jiraiya inconvenience, Naruto would not say. He had teleported away without any warning.

"I'll…" Jiraiya puffed as he struggled along a toadstool path, "Smack that kid…"

On the other hand, in spite of the long walk he had ahead of him, Jiraiya could not help but be delighted by Naruto's progress. 'He's reminding me more and more of Minato…especially when he just zips off like that…' He smiled, 'It's that same annoying gimmick.'

---

Ages later, Jiraiya dragged himself through the front door of Fukasaku's house. While he gasped for breath Naruto and the Toad Elders greeted him animatedly. They were seated together at the table.

"Jiraiya-boy! You're quick for an invalid!"

"Yo! Ero-sensei!" Naruto was grinning, "Look at all the money Ma won!"

Jiraiya eased himself onto the floor and laid back, wheezing.

The female toad proudly spoke up, "I've had a three-day streak. Gamabunta will be broke soon."

"Goodness…my wife is a shameless gambler. I would tell her to do away with this vice, but," Fukasaku shrugged, "She is very lucky."

Naruto weighed the pouch of coins in his hand, "So what are you going to do with it?"

"Well I might plan a nice vacation," Shima considered it, "Or…if I'm feeling generous…I'll buy Jiraiya a new lung with it."

"Thanks for your sympathy." Jiraiya sat up slowly, "But if you're going to spend money on me, just take me on vacation."

"When you're all healed I will consider it," Shima told him, "I'll be back later to check your wound." She hopped towards the door, "Come on, Pa."

She and her toad husband gave master and student the privacy they needed. Jiraiya hauled himself over to an empty seat at the table. He folded over it, resting on the tabletop as if it were a pillow. Naruto smiled, obviously in a better mood, "That was a workout for you, huh?"

Jiraiya blew a strand of hair away from his face.

"Well, while you're recovering, Pa left this here for you. It's definitely from Gaara." Naruto pushed a scroll over to him, "I got one from Haku but I'm saving it for later."

"Huh. So that means Haku's bunny is here, right?"

"Yeah! I saw her outside playing."

"Wow. That little fluff-ball found her way out here…where most ninja can't tread safely."

Naruto leaned back and folded his arms behind his head, "It doesn't surprise me. Ma and Pa were saying that animals are innately better at feeling natural energy."

Jiraiya was pleased, "Oh! So you've been listening…" He opened up the message, "It seems to me that you're about ready to begin Sage Training."

His eyes scanned over Gaara's writing, 'His penmanship got way better…must be that new position of his.'

Sensei,

Jiraiya's heart nearly stopped, 'What? He's being respectful!' He could only guess that Gaara had addressed him so formally because he was looking for guidance.

I am not sure why I have done this. Taking this position was the result of a lot of peer pressure and a bit of curiosity. I can't deny that I have regrets. For a week or so after I became Kazekage, I was sure that I had made the wrong decision. I wanted to go back to the Leaf Village and forget everything. I wonder if it is still too late for me to do that?

I have been keeping busy. It distracts from these thoughts. Tazuna, the famous bridge builder from the Land of Waves, contacted me seeking help to fortify the new Tide Village. They intend to train ninja and could not get support from any other hidden village they reached out to. I agreed to it, although now I feel I did it on a whim. I thought that I had to do something of significance. So far, there is nothing that justifies me being Kazekage, but I imagine helping people might be the validation I need. There has been a lot of criticism and doubt, and so I am honestly not certain if this will work. In spite of conditions being ideal and my shinobi being willing…I think failure is still likely.

"Foo!" Jiraiya had not realized he had been holding his breath, "This kid needs some confidence! He's a nervous wreck!"

"Gaara? Is he okay?" Naruto was intrigued.

"Hang on."

I don't know what I'm doing. I have fulfilled all of the administrative work required of me. I've adapted to the routines of councils and advisors. I try to reach out to every person who lives here, shinobi or not. I have been told that I am performing well and I have impressed villagers…but this is the first milestone in my life that has truly scared me. More than dying, more than being alone; I am responsible for everyone here. There is no fear more acute than this.

Please do not think less of me for asking, but I would be grateful if you came by. Even if only for a day, I think there are some things you know that I need you to share with me. You have mentored a Kage before, and I need to know what it was like for him. Did he have doubts like these?

"Sure he did…" Jiraiya mumbled.

You and Naruto are always welcome. If there is any way that I can accommodate you, tell me. You have been away for long enough, and I have never needed the both of you more than now. After things are settled with Tazuna in the Tide Village, my next goal is to find Haku. Whether I assist him with finding his clan…or have to wrestle him to return here, clan-less, I am still debating. Your opinion on this matter is also appreciated.

Aside from my concerns, things are truly going well. My student, Matsuri, is becoming a talented kunoichi and I have continued my training to gain control over the Ichibi. It's going well. You may find it shocking, but I am also quite popular here. People trust me. Even Tsunade-sama has faith in me. All of these things would mean so much more to me if you could see it for yourself.

I expect a reply soon. Don't make me track you down, or I'll be sending scorpions your way.

Gaara, Godaime Kazekage

Jiraiya was squeamish of the possibility of a scorpion stopping by, 'Good for him that he can summon…but I don't need those nightmares for the rest of my life.' He set the scroll down and exchanged a look with Naruto.

"It's tough being a Kage." Jiraiya informed his pupil, "It's been so difficult that…it's actually made Gaara miss me."

"Ha ha!" A belly laugh escaped Naruto, "Hee…hee…yeah, sure…"

"I'm serious."

The boy frowned, "Let me see that." He picked up the scroll to read it himself. The Gaara he grew up with would never admit to Jiraiya that he needed help. It was practically a law of nature.

Jiraiya watched Naruto's expression change as he swept through the message. Naruto put the scroll down and looked completely taken aback.

The Toad Sage shook his head in disapproval, "Even Gaara is going to get stuck sometimes. You believe that now?"

"He's been really busy…" Naruto propped himself up on his elbows, lost in thought, "It's great that he can help Tazuna though…"

"Gaara is undertaking way more than what I thought he would. He might be working with the Tide Village for a long time before they can stand on their own." Jiraiya scratched his chin, "I also find it curious that he was only willing to take on one student…but when you look at the amount of patience Gaara has…one is more than enough."

Silently, Naruto laid back on the tatami mats and thought about how high his friend was soaring. It was plain to see that Gaara was anxious about his new responsibilities, but he was trusted with the title of Kage. He had always been thoughtful and responsible, though he had rarely ever vocalized his ambitions in life. Naruto had never taken into account that his aspirations could be aligned with that of his friend's. 'Could I do as well as him?' Reflecting on how badly he had hurt Jiraiya, Naruto wasn't willing to risk the well-being of a whole village if he intended to be a leader someday.

"I don't deserve it." He said aloud.

Jiraiya glanced down at him, "Don't deserve what?"

"To be Hokage." Naruto explained, "Gaara's way more responsible than me. I don't know why I ever thought that I…"

Jiraiya chucked the scroll, knocking Naruto in the head with it, "Way to be a downer! I'm gonna let you in on a secret, Naruto, are you ready?" His face was stern, "No one on this planet is ever ready to be a Kage. Ever. Not Minato. Not Tsunade. Not even my sensei handled that stress very well when he started out!"

"But I might-"

"You have every bit as much the potential that Gaara has," Jiraiya insisted, "However, you are fortunate enough to be able to train for now. This is a time for you to realize your strength and not be burdened by anything else. And Gaara, on the flip-side…he was tossed headfirst into the political arena with no experience at all," The Sage gestured to the scroll on the floor, "Hence his well-written freak out."

"Well…yeah…"

"I'm getting pretty good at training Kages." Jiraiya smirked to himself, "So don't go selling yourself short, kid! No one in Leaf can do what you do. Period. Once you take the exam and are ranked accordingly, I'll help you follow the proper avenues for leadership." He grumbled, "Although you're going to meet all kinds of irritating people along the way…"

"Even if I…didn't…" Naruto considered it, "I would protect my friends and my home no matter what. It wouldn't be terrible…if I didn't make it all the way."

'This is just so weird.' Jiraiya thought, 'I've had the same conversation with Minato. He was going on that one day about how he could settle for less than his dream! I just want to be with Kushina, he said! I just want to serve the Hokage and win this war! Feh! I wanted to beat some sense into him…' He smiled to himself, 'But eventually…he worked it out. And so shall you, Naruto.'

"The two of you will be fine. You will." Jiraiya told his student, "Gaara's going to get the hang of it, and if it takes me talking some sense into him, then I'll be crossing that damn desert to tell him what I just told you. You, Naruto…after your training here is complete, you'll be outpacing most Jounin in Leaf. Relax."

Naruto sighed, feeling a bit better.

"If anyone should be worrying, it's Haku. He turned out to be the wild-child after all." Jiraiya seemed amused, "He's got to decide what he wants to do with his life once he finds his clan. Beyond that, he might return to Leaf or go to Sand, depending on who wins that argument: Gaara or Tsunade. He'll be plucked up by the Medical Corps or the ANBU, depending on how adventurous he wants to be…"

Naruto thought about it, "He's not like that. He'll go wherever someone asks him to."

"That's why I can't really figure out where his path is going to wind up." Jiraiya then added, "I've thought about training Haku in Sage Arts too, but that's only if he doesn't disobey me or piss me off again."

"Really?"

"Well…we'll see; anything to keep Orochimaru away from him. I'm not messing around."

Naruto was entertained. Things seemed to be almost back to normal between them, if not for the mental splinter that reminded Naruto that Jiraiya had abandoned him and never spoken of his parents.

"Did you want to talk about my Mom and Dad?" Naruto wondered.

The Sage flinched at the idea, "Uh…maybe not quite yet."

"What the heck are you waiting for, Ero-sensei?"

"You need context." Jiraiya contended, "I want you to know more about the village you come from. And I want you to know what it was like for them and their friends. You'll appreciate a thorough explanation, I'm sure."

Naruto sat up and crossed his legs, a bit annoyed by the delay, "Fine! Then where do we start?"

"In your parents' time…the war was gaining steam. It was steadily getting worse and worse, and at about the time Kakashi was your age…that was the peak of violence." Jiraiya began, "Leaf and Rock had made archenemies out of each other because of petty disagreements…and a general disregard of the cost of human life. I can't even begin to tell you…the shinobi and civilian casualties that bloodied our hands. It's why I tried to help the orphans from Hidden Rain. So many were lost..."

The boy shed his impatience and began to listen.

"Your parents grew up knowing the names of great heroes, like Maito Dai and Hatake Sakumo." He grinned, "They were Gai and Kakashi's fathers, you know. They were something else. I've never met two guys I enjoyed talking to more than them." Jiraiya sighed, "They died so unfairly. The two of them fought for what they believed in, despite the ridicule they had to endure. I know they'd be proud of their children."

"Yeah, they're doing pretty well." Naruto agreed.

"I fought many battles before I had the chance to meet Minato's team and train them." Jiraiya recalled, "Minato was a star among his peers and well-liked. He was invited to a lot of functions in the village and he'd try to get me to come along…teenagers." He tilted his head back, "Hm. That was about the time that his friend Takaharu lost his entire team. So sad. That boy was a refugee who came to Leaf at a young age and was a brilliant shinobi," Jiraiya gave Naruto a grave look, "He escaped the clan that Dintei Bi took over."

Naruto was astounded, "That guy? Is that why he came after Leaf ninja?"

"One of the reasons. He was killing off competitors in his clan during the war; a coup of the rightful heirs that worked in his favor." Jiraiya shuddered, "And to escape such tragedy only to lose your team and friends…it made Takaharu a very shy and isolated person for a while. Minato worked hard to encourage him. The Sandaime also took Takaharu under his wing after that."

Jiraiya reclined carefully and propped his head up on his hand, "That was the heyday of Shikaku's team too…I remember he, Inoichi and Chouza were the go-to team for most missions." He chuckled, "And Tsunade gave me the beating that almost killed me back then…"

"Sounds like good times."

"You know Ichiraku Ramen wasn't standing then? That came later."

"How did people live without it?" Naruto was appalled.

"We went elsewhere. If you had been alive back then you would have eaten the things we ate."

"Only because I wouldn't have known any better!"

"Sure, but then there's no harm in that." Jiraiya smiled to himself, "But if you were looking for ramen, Minato would have showed you his favorite places to get it."

"That…would be like a dream come true."

"You'd definitely get along, no doubt about it…" The Sage nodded, "Those were unsure times, but we still managed to be happy and forge friendships."

"I want to ask something else." Naruto announced quietly, "I hope you know …or that you can actually tell me, if there aren't any laws about it…"

"And what might that be?"

"Was there a jinchuriki before me?" He asked with searching eyes, "Did that person go through what I did?"

Jiraiya smiled to himself as he composed his answer, "That kind of info will definitely give you context, Naruto. It's important. The village was not very understanding of jinchuriki even back then, obviously, but your predecessor had an advantage that you didn't. She had the Kyuubi secretly sealed within her so she had a shot at a normal life."

Naruto's mouth hung open, "It was a girl?"

"Yeah. She arrived here as a little kid to replace the aging jinchuriki before her: the First Hokage's wife, Mito." Jiraiya was amused, "How's that for some history? You are part of a very prestigious line, you know."

"Can you tell me more?"

"Well…we really should talk about her. Soon I'll give you the full story. You've got a ton in common with each other…" Jiraiya decided, "We can talk about her and the village…and your parents. It'll make sense."

"You're going to make me wait again?"

"No. I'm asking for a little patience. Now that you're talking to me again we can finally start your training." Jiraiya informed him, "Go bring me some of those bugs for lunch…and then we are going to play with Toad Oil."

---

On a clear morning, Matsuri woke up like she normally did. She was an hour behind Kankuro every morning since, naturally, he had more responsibilities than she did. Her room, to her delight, was separate from the room that Kankuro and Baki shared in the barracks. It was a relief that no one would witness her bed-head hair in the mornings. Matsuri washed up, brushed her teeth and dressed for the day.

Occasionally, she would eat breakfast in the barracks and socialize with the other three other Sand Genin in attendance; however Matsuri had recently become fond of going into town to buy fresh fruit to eat. Such a treat was unheard of in Suna, and so long as she was in Tide Village she vowed to enjoy herself. The other Sand trainees would live without her.

Kankuro and Gaara had made it clear that she was not in the Land of Waves to be idle. She was asked to stop by at least three classes a day to help Tide students and tutor anyone who was struggling. Whenever a Sand ninja asked for help she was expected to offer assistance. Kankuro had tacked onto that requirement: help Tazuna with whatever he needs. So her days were jam-packed with running errands and supervising students.

Because most Tide trainees varied in age from six to forty-five years old, classes were organized by age and educational experience. Adult classes were held early in the morning with Academy Teachers, who were now getting into harnessing chakra with hand seals. Younger students in the 10 a.m. and 11 a.m. classes were still getting used to focusing chakra, and many still struggled to call upon it at all. Matsuri knew it had been challenging for her when she had been young, but it was very odd to see civilians endeavoring the same way. Sympathizing with their plight, she often dropped by the children's classes to act as an aide.

In a courtyard shaded by palm trees, a group of Tide trainees were gathered around a Sand shinobi to learn about chakra. Matsuri waved at the Academy Teacher, Sugi, who breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived. He asked her to work with the students at the center of the formation, who were getting a bit distracted from their practice. Matsuri approached them and struck up a conversation, quickly winning them over. They set back to work with her guidance.

Inari was at the front of the group and had the attention of his classmates. From what Matsuri could discern he was doing very well. She glanced at the back of the class and was surprised to see a boy a full head taller than the rest of the youngsters. He stood behind everyone else and was speaking to a younger child who had lost confidence. 'He might be a bit too old for this group…' Matsuri walked over to them and politely interrupted.

"Is everything alright?" She asked the pouting trainee, "If you're having difficulties I would be happy to help you."

"I'm fine," The youngster protested, "Menma showed me what to do."

Matsuri locked her gaze with the older student. He quailed, a bit intimidated by her silent stare. He was a pale, flaxen-haired boy with hazel eyes and right away she could tell that he was not like his peers. 'He's probably my age.' She pursed her lips, 'I wish my hair was like his…'

"Thank you for helping." She lightened up a bit, "How long have you been in training, Menma?"

"For as long as everyone else." He was beginning to smile, "Are you a class aide?"

"Yes. I'm Matsuri," They exchanged small bows, "So you can use your chakra?"

"Yeah!" The younger trainee piped up, "Show her! He impressed Sensei!"

"I don't want to show off." Menma said quietly, "I'm only trying to help you keep up with the class, Yuichi." He nudged the small boy forward, towards the instructor who was speaking, "Please try to pay attention…"

"Sheesh!" Yuichi turned his back on them.

Matsuri helped a young girl who was hopeless with hand seals and noticed Menma was also quietly directing students. 'He doesn't seem like he needs to be in this class.' She had a weird feeling about him. After a half hour a break was announced and Matsuri moved on, checking in with Kankuro in a yard outside of the new Academy. He put her to work hauling furniture inside, "There are only a few desks left. I brought in most of the heavy junk…"

Luckily, the furniture was put away quickly thanks to the volunteers nearby. Matsuri stopped for water before locating the next class, which had older and more devoted children who were starting to practice supplementary jutsu. She found Menma there, again, at the back of the class.

Matsuri cupped her chin as she watched from across the street, 'He's moving through all of today's classes…and he definitely knows what he's doing…' Menma was assisting other students which; though noble, was not his job. Matsuri gave a clipped greeting to the Academy teacher before zeroing in on Menma. She tapped his shoulder, "Will you follow me please?"

Nodding in silence he followed her and crossed the street to a bench, where she indicated he should sit down.

"Can you please explain to me how you were trained?" Matsuri tried to be polite, "You're already a shinobi, I can tell. Are you from the Land of Waves or…?"

"I was…trained by my clan."

She raised her eyebrows, "Wow. So you're not from here?"

"I just moved here a few weeks ago." Menma admitted, "We lost our home and so…this looked like a good place to start over."

"I'm sorry that happened. But it's good that you and your parents came here. You're exactly what the Tide Village needs."

His smile was weak, "I don't have parents."

"Oh." Matsuri's shoulders slumped, "I…apologize…"

"It's fine. After my parents died, my clan adopted me when I was small and I was raised as a shinobi." Menma explained, "When I saw this place…I thought it was amazing how hard these people are working to become shinobi. It had been hard for me once too."

Her eyes widened, "I felt that way as well."

"You did?"

"I nearly didn't become a ninja because I was so weak. Only after someone who believed in me came along and took the time to train me…there was no way I was going to make it on my own."

"I was just like that." He nodded, familiar with the feeling, "That's why it feels good to help those students. It's what I would have wanted."

Matsuri took a seat on the bench, letting the words sink in. This was a rare occasion in which someone was talking to her, and not talking about her Sensei or themselves. There was a chance that she could befriend someone at last, just as Gaara had said. 'I don't want to mess this up!'

"So…Menma…" She chose her words carefully, "Would you be interested in working with me and other Sand shinobi to train the new students? I know I could use your help throughout the day."

His eyes crinkled when he smiled, "I would like that."

"Is that okay with your clan? Do they live here too or are they-?"

"It's fine." Menma dismissed the idea, "They wanted me to come here and help. I'd prefer not to do it on my own."

And without further ado, they returned to the class to supervise the children who had some of the sloppiest substitutions Matsuri had ever seen. They passed the day tutoring learners, most having a rudimentary grasp of their abilities, and were surprised to discover that one among the class, a girl, had very precise chakra control. The teacher recommended she check in with the Medical Corps for private lessons the following week. Her peers griped jealously and Menma quieted them down.

At lunchtime they stopped for noodles and got to know each other more. Seated side by side on stools, the two spoke freely.

"When I first came here Inari showed me around the city," Menma explained, "He also introduced me to his grandfather. Tazuna was hoping I would volunteer for the training program." He chuckled, "They only paid Sand ninja to show up, so he felt bad asking me to do unpaid work."

"I still wouldn't mind doing this without pay." Matsuri thought about it, "But what I'm getting isn't much anyway…"

"I'm used to living on less. I think I prefer it that way."

"Did you live in a ninja village?"

"I never have. We just lived in the countryside in a small town." Menma slurped his noodles, "This place is huge by comparison and the food is much better!"

"It is great here." Matsuri agreed, "So if you don't live in a hidden village how do you earn money?"

"I do odd jobs." His smile was shy, "It's a bit of everything…I help stock the loading docks behind the shops on the main street…tutor at the elementary school…clean windows…play music."

"Music?" She perked up, "What instrument do you play?"

Menma reached into the pouch on his hip and pulled out a small, vessel-shaped flute. She had no idea what it was but she tried not to look clueless. "We don't see those in Sunagakure." She said simply.

He laughed, "It's an ocarina," Menma played an arpeggio of sweet notes and then added, "I can also play the xun, shakuhachi and panpipes," He hung it around his neck by a string, "Things like that…"

"That's amazing!"

"Thanks, I'm glad you think so," He turned back to his meal, "But the ocarina is my favorite."

"How did you learn to play all of those instruments?" Matsuri wondered.

Menma hesitated to answer, "It's a…popular pastime in my clan."

"They also play?"

"Yes. Everyone does."

"Will you play for me once we finish up today?" She smirked playfully, "I'll tip you."

"No, no…" He laughed softly, "Your company is payment enough."

---

The next few days passed this way. Matsuri rushed through her mornings with barely a single word to her superiors. Kankuro had reminded her that she had to check in once in a while; just as being idle was unacceptable, so too was being very busy. Matsuri had shrugged off his advice. She was early to every class in anticipation of Menma's arrival.

Inari had noticed this tendency after the second day. He stood beside her and folded his arms, "So Miss Kazekage's student! Who is that guy who shows up here every day?"

"He's a shinobi tutor. His name is Menma."

"I see." Inari adjusted his hat casually, "How come he hasn't spoken to me yet?"

"Because he works with the students who struggle, so he doesn't have much time to talk to the number-one student," Matsuri chuckled, "And I already know you've been introduced to Menma."

He pouted, "What're ya talkin about? I don't know that guy…"

"You showed him around the village, Inari. He told me."

With the ploy exposed, Inari sighed, "It's just…you guys get to go off and do whatever you want…and I've got to go to every class on the schedule. Grandpa won't let me hang out with anyone until I finish. It burns me out…"

She patted his shoulder, "Aw…don't be lonely…"

"I just wish I was a ninja already!"

"It takes time." Matsuri told him, "Before you know it you'll be done with the fundamental courses, then you only have one or two short seminars each day." She smiled, "That's way easier than what I was put through!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes! Gaara-sensei made me chase him through the desert when we first met." She informed the younger boy, "Would you like to try that instead of your classes?"

"Nah. You Sand ninja are crazy." Inari knew how fortunate he was, "Take it easy once in a while! Have you been to the beach yet?"

"Well, no, not yet."

"I'll take you there later. You can invite blondie if you want." Inari was grinning, "But if you don't own a bathing suit yet, I suggest you go get one!"

Matsuri was silent for a moment before she asked quietly, "Where…should I look?"

Inari promised to take her to the surf shop after class. Menma arrived shortly after that and Inari continued to be pushy, monopolizing the conversation with the older boy. He asked Menma to play a few songs for students after class, since he had been told by Matsuri what a skilled musician he was. Menma reluctantly agreed and then spun Inari around by the shoulders, "Now say good morning to your Sensei, please."

Inari faced the Academy teacher who had arrived, "Mornin'…"

Matsuri was a tad distracted throughout the day. She advised students as best she could, but she was caught up on reflecting how easily she could make friends in the Tide Village, 'Back home in Suna…no one would bother with me. I was the uncool girl in every class at the Academy. No one wanted to be my friend, although…I didn't really know how to make friends and be outgoing after Mom and Dad died…' She felt partly responsible for the solitude, 'Even when I looked so pathetic that day…Gaara-sensei chose me. He and Kankuro and Temari gave me confidence.'

She looked around at flailing trainees who were being introduced to Taijutsu, 'No one here…will ever know me as that failure. I came here as a real kunoichi. They all respect me.' It felt good to be acknowledged after being overlooked for so long. In Sand, she still had to put up with the superficiality rampant in her age-group, but the Land of Waves was host to a much more diverse assembly of people.

And after lunch break and the final class, Matsuri took a walk with Inari to the surf shop. On the way, Inari had asked Menma if he was familiar the west beach, "We're going to hang out there! Do you swim?"

"I do. You want me to go?" He was delighted.

"Yeah. Just don't tell my Grandpa that I have homework."

They split up after Menma promised to meet them there. Inari entered the shop with Matsuri and indicated the swimsuits on racks, "Here you go!"

"I don't know…" She quickly picked through the hangers, "These are kind of skimpy."

"Ladies around here where those kinds of things all the time."

"I'm from Sunagakure. I've been to the beach twice in my life," Matsuri added inaudibly, "And a t-shirt and shorts was enough."

"Just get what you want! You don't need to impress anyone."

As soon as she found a one-piece about her size Matsuri snatched it up, examining it. It was white with navy trimming and had a keyhole at the neck, 'This is fine I guess.' It wouldn't show too much, 'Though I don't have much to show yet! When will I get my boobs?'

Lamenting her flat chest, Matsuri tried it on in the back room, ignoring Inari's impatient complaints. It did the trick, and luckily she had developed a darker hue to her skin from spending time in the sun. 'This doesn't look half bad…' She told Inari to settle down when she stepped back out to pay for it. He rushed her along to a snack shop, bought a mountain of treats, and then hurried to the west side of the island.

"What's your hurry?" The girl gruffed.

"Grandpa might come looking for me! I don't want him to see where I went, or he'll send Chokaro to sniff me out," Inari explained that he had a dog, "Also; one of your Sand ninja friends might snitch on me since they're friends with Grandpa."

"Doesn't he let you have any fun?"

"He's taking this shinobi training super seriously. Tch! It's because he's too old to train, so he expects me to work twice as hard!"

They snuck down a back alley that was parallel to the busy street where the barracks had been built. Further down the way, the hotel resorts were fenced off by a wall of palms and greenery. Inari was crafty, and had apparently found a way to sneak unnoticed to the private beach that was reserved for resort guests. Matsuri followed without a sound, exhilarated, and when they arrived at the top of a dune of white sand, Inari gestured to a closed snack stand.

"No one works there anymore because there aren't enough customers. You can change in there." He told her, "I'm going to see if Menma made it!" He raced ahead and the kunoichi pulled open the unlocked door at the back of the shack. She changed clothes quickly, a bit nervous, 'I went to the beach with Gaara-sensei and Temari-sama before…but it was a lot different from this.' Her chaperones had basically slept on towels and lazed about, preferring not to swim.

Matsuri scuttled across hot sand and raced down the slight hill, relieving her feet in the cold water. She looked over to see Inari attempting to wrestle Menma into the incoming waves, but the young boy was easily overwhelmed and tossed into the water head-first. Menma laughed at his outrage. They pulled their shirts off, tossing them beyond the water's reach, and scuffled. She could only wonder how they were not affected by the cold water, 'I thought it would be warmer…now I really don't want to swim.'

She retreated to the towel where Menma's belongings were gathered. Matsuri sat down and watched the two play together. Inari was trying to use the skills he had learned in class, but Menma countered him with little effort, being mercifully gentle. At one point Inari put his play-opponent in a full-nelson hold. Menma was too tall to be trapped by such a thing and Inari was promptly flipped into the waves with a splash. The blonde boy leapt away and ran across the surface of the water when Inari gave chase.

"Come on! You know I can't do that yet!" The trainee complained.

Menma stopped and put his hands on his hips, calling to Matsuri, "Don't you want to join us, Matsuri?"

"Maybe if you two stop horsing around." She replied, shading her eyes with her hand.

"We won't anymore."

"I'm not done with you!" Inari charged, hurling himself forward, and got a face full of saltwater when Menma dodged him.

Matsuri waded into the water gradually and Menma stopped by to talk to her. Inari had given up and was floating on his back, grumbling in defeat.

"So what do you think?" He asked her.

"I think…you need to let Inari win one of these days."

"No, I can't do that. The most important part of his training will be to learn how to accept defeat."

Matsuri patted herself down with handfuls of water, trying to acclimate to the temperature, "Is that what your clan taught you?"

"Yes."

"I've got to admit, I lose much more often than I win." Matsuri thought about her shinobi career, "And when I win, it's usually because my Sensei is with me."

"It's only natural. That means we can look forward to being teachers one day and help our students be successful."

"You're a very optimistic person." She pointed out. Matsuri was up to her chest in water and hopping over waves that rolled in.

"I want to be. Many people I know don't think the way that I do." He told her, and then wondered, "May I ask you if you know how long you'll be here?"

"Four weeks or so, depending on how the programs wrap up," Matsuri replied, "Kankuro-sama is my Sensei's brother. He and I will return to Sand after the first rotation and then Temari-sama, his sister, will come here to train higher-level ninja."

"Three siblings!" Menma was impressed, "You know them very well."

"I live with them." She explained, "After my parents died I was alone. Gaara-sensei said that I could stay with them."

"He's very kind."

Matsuri laughed, "Only to some people."

The chatted and floated, enjoying the last of the afternoon sun, and later retired to the beach towel. Inari was futilely trying to figure out water-walking at the shore, a concept that had not yet been brought up in class. He had seen so many ninja accomplish it, including friends from Leaf, and he was determined to achieve it at his own pace. It wasn't going well.

Matsuri spoke for a while, shying away from the fact that her mentor was the Kazekage. She feared that bringing it up might distract too much from her personal endeavors, although Menma did seem to truly care about what she had been through. He played music for a short while, stopping only to answer Matsuri's questions.

As the sun began to set, a visitor walked past on the beach. The youngsters were approached by Chiyo, who cackled at the sight of Matsuri, "Oh my! Kankuro has been looking high and low for you, missy."

Matsuri leapt to her feet, "He has?"

"Yes. Should I tell him you've been enjoying yourself at the beach with two boyfriends?"

"Granny Chiyo! You know that is not what this is!" The girl squealed, "I'll report to Kankuro-sama right away." She rushed back to the snack stand to change clothes.

"Aw man, why does Matsuri have to listen to this old lady?" Inari gave Chiyo a critical look, "Are you a ninja?"

"I'm retired now, it's true," Chiyo told him, "But…I can make you wish you'd never been born."

"She is a Sand Village Elder," Menma said quietly to Inari, "You must show her respect. She's probably more powerful than most Jounin that came here."

They looked at Chiyo who was frozen on her feet, silent, her eyes closed. After a minute Inari whispered to his companion, "Are you sure about that? It looks like she just fossilized."

Matsuri returned and sighed at the sight of Chiyo. She took the sleeping woman's hand and tugged her along, "I'm sorry! Baa-sama does this a lot. I'll see you in the morning?"

Menma nodded, "Of course."

"Put that Granny to bed." Inari advised her. As Matsuri carefully made her way up the dune with a half-conscious elder, Inari turned to Menma and asked, "Would that old lady…really beat me up?"

---

The new friends continued to have fun throughout the week, but Matsuri was mindful of checking in with Kankuro frequently. He was pleased to hear that she had made friends and was a highly-praised tutor.

Inari often invited them to the beach to swim, and occasionally allowed some classmates to tag along. Matsuri had discovered that she and Menma, though great fans of the beach, preferred relaxing at the municipal garden or cafes on the main avenue. He played music for tips and happily used the money to buy her lunch.

One day after an early-morning class, Matsuri was thinking of a way she could repay Menma for his kindness. 'He has treated me to many things, kind of like Sensei has…' But she noted there was quite a difference between Gaara and the boy she had met. Her teacher, along with his siblings, had become pseudo-parent-figures for her, and while she cared for them all deeply, they had filled the need in her heart for a family. Menma, on the other hand, 'I think maybe I…have a crush on him.' It was both exciting and disconcerting.

They had met a short time ago, but it had been enough time for Matsuri to realize she was attracted to the bright and compassionate boy. Whenever she thought of her imminent departure from the Land of Waves in a few weeks she would retreat into a gloomy state. Matsuri accepted the unfortunate timing of it, and was very grateful she had at least had the chance to find a friend. She had decided not to speak of her troubles to anyone. Many of her male companions on the mission would likely tell her to shrug it off anyway.

Lost in thought on her way down the street, she considered ducking into the Odds & Ends shop to find a gift. Before stepping inside, Matsuri witnessed a curious scene. She recognized a young student from the class that had ended. He was speaking to a grown man who, in her opinion, had a very untrustworthy look about him. Something had been offered to the youngster who was then nodding in happy agreement. When the man slinked off into an alleyway with the boy in tow Matsuri chose to follow her gut feeling.

She pursued them in silence from a rooftop, suspicious of the encounter. She shouted down to them before they left public view of the adjacent road, "Hey!"

They looked up at her in surprise.

"Who are you? What are you doing with that student?" Matsuri barked.

The man quickly took off, leaving the child behind. She rushed after him, ignoring the indignant boy who stood on the sidewalk.

Onlookers stepped out of their way as they raced down the road with great speed, and Matsuri had rightly assumed the shady man was a shinobi. He darted through crowds of people without looking back. The kunoichi had considered using her Jouhyou, but feared that she may hit a bystander by mistake. She rounded a sharp corner into the residential district, her hand resting on the rope-dart on her hip, but the target had disappeared. Rather than continue a pointless chase, she quickly returned to the child who had been approached on the previous street. The boy was still unhappy he had been interfered with.

"Tell me your name." She addressed him in a hurry, "I'm Matsuri, a Sand tutor."

"I'm Taro."

"Who was that man?" Matsuri asked the student, "What did he say to you?"

"Why is that a big deal?" Taro groused.

"He was not a Sand shinobi, so you could have been in danger!"

"Sure he wasn't a Sand shinobi, but he was gonna teach me anyway!"

"What are you talking about?" The kunoichi was alarmed.

"He asked me if I wanted to join a real ninja clan." The foolish student explained, "He said he would introduce me to them and I could learn their Ninjutsu."

Matsuri shook her head, "I doubt you would have been so lucky. Did he tell you his name?"

"Shin Nobu." Taro announced it clearly, "He was nice! He said students were welcome."

"He was lying!" She retorted bluntly, "Did he have a village headband?"

"No, he didn't." He folded his arms, "Why does it matter? He's gone now so he won't come looking for me. You messed with my chance to join a ninja clan!"

"You're crazy if you think you'd have an opportunity like that. He probably intended something quite awful." Matsuri warned, "You'll need to explain this to Kankuro-sama so we have a record of what happened."

"I'm not going anywhere with you! You're not my boss."

"You're coming with me now." Her voice rose in pitch. When the stubborn boy refused to move Matsuri was incensed. She would no longer tolerate disrespect. Gaara had instilled ferocity in her that, very occasionally, Matsuri chose to release.

She lashed out with her rope-dart, snaring the boy's hands, and bound him at the wrists. Taro shrieked in fear, stumbling, and fell to the ground on his rump.

"Get up and walk," Matsuri commanded, "Or I'll drag you. This is serious so you are coming with me, whether you want to or not!"

Taro shakily rose to his feet and did as she said. Matsuri led the disobedient boy along by the leash.

---

She had to harangue a few Chunin at the barracks before someone would point her in Kankuro's direction.

"Gosh they are getting lazy…" Matsuri muttered, "They're starting to think they're on vacation!"

Sadly, she could identify with that feeling. Relaxing and playing had dulled her shinobi senses more than what was acceptable. However, her guard had been raised by the almost-abduction of the student she was tugging along.

Matsuri released the student and guided him into the Sensory Corps tent. She was surprised to see that a few Sand ninja were seated together, cross-legged, hands poised, concentrating on a smooth sphere of glass between them on the floor. While her knowledge of Sensory skills was very limited, Matsuri could quickly tell they were looking for someone by "feeling" chakra. Kankuro was waiting beside the group, expecting a report.

The young kunoichi cleared her throat and the Jounin then noticed her.

"Hey Matsuri," He sounded a bit perturbed, "What's up?"

"I wanted to tell you about something I saw." Matsuri replied, patting the student's arm, "This is Taro. He's from Class A that trains in the morning. I saw him speaking to a shinobi; a stranger."

She had his attention. He turned to face her and folded his arms, "Go on."

Matsuri exchanged a glance with Taro, "Will you please tell Kankuro-sama what you told me?"

Sullen, the boy divulged, "He invited me to join a clan of shinobi."

Kankuro's eyes were wide, "He what?"

"The man gave a name, although it could be an alias," Matsuri added, "Shin Nobu. Do you know him?"

"No, but that is definitely a clan alright." Kankuro replied, "Several months ago we were informed that the Shin clan was wiped out by Orochimaru. Maybe they weren't. If that guy was telling the truth, then maybe he was trying to recruit someone."

Matsuri was confused, "That can't be true…"

"We're searching for five missing Tide students right now. My hunch is that they were lured away by the same ninja, or anyone working with him, with that same promise." Kankuro updated Matsuri on the situation, "Those students were gullible. I don't know if this is the work of that clan or if someone is posing as them, but either way those kids aren't safe." He looked over his shoulder at the Sensory ninja, "For some reason…they can't pinpoint the chakra signatures of the missing."

"Are they alive?" The girl squeaked.

"They are. They can be felt, but there is no specific location we can begin to look. Kyoji told me it's as if the trace is being jammed." He referred to the veteran Sensor with a sigh, "Meaning…other ninja are hindering our efforts to find them."

Matsuri digested the troubling information in silence. Kankuro shooed Taro away and told him to go straight home, "And do not approach any ninja who is not with the Suna Training Program!" The boy ran out of the tent, apologizing.

Matsuri walked over to a canvas stool and sat down, holding her head, "Five children are gone…"

"Gaara is going to kill me." Kankuro said matter-of-factly.

"What should we do?"

"I've asked all instructors to bring students to the barracks so they can be accounted for, and I warned Tazuna to tell villagers to be cautious," His voice lowered, "But even I don't know where to go from here. We don't have any trackers with us. Our Sensor ninja are the best bet, for now."

"How many shinobi would it take to jam a chakra signal?" Matsuri wondered.

"More than one."

"Is it really that clan?"

"I don't know. If it is, this mission is headed straight down the toilet." The Jounin estimated, "I don't have many shinobi with me. We can't protect everyone here. I'll make the students my priority and send search parties, but I need to tell Gaara as soon as possible." He patted her shoulder as he walked out of the tent, "I'm going to talk to Baki. Please be on the lookout for anything suspicious, Matsuri."

"I will!"

Kankuro reminded his Sensory division to check in with him if anything changed. Matsuri ventured out again, wondering if she could improve the situation at all, 'Where should I even begin to look?' She thought about requesting Inari's help; perhaps his dog could track people, 'But his Grandpa wouldn't let him out of his sight during an emergency like this…' If there was one person who would be willing to help, it would be Menma, 'Though I haven't seen him all day!'

She strolled out of the barracks and down the road, wondering why new students had become targets. It didn't make much sense to her why one would pick up novice, unqualified ninja for any reason, 'It could be for a ransom. They might what the Tide Village to comply with certain demands.' Or, as her gut instinct had alerted her earlier, the perpetrator could have more wicked intentions, 'I hope they'll be alright. The Tide Village will lose faith in Sunagakure if we don't get those children home soon!'

While passing by the outside porch of the mess hall, Matsuri felt a tug on the back of her shirt. She noticed a chakra string had attached to her, linking back to Chiyo. After the elder had gotten Matsuri's attention, she released the thread and complained, "Maybe you can tell me what's going on here, Matsuri. Why is everyone running around like imbeciles?"

She stopped at Chiyo's side on the steps of a dormitory, "Kankuro-sama told me that Tide trainees were abducted. Our best clue as to who did it came from a student who was approached by a stranger. The man was a shinobi and claimed he had ties to the Shin clan."

The old woman had a vacant expression as she thought, "Such a person took those children?"

"We're not sure who did. I think the Shin clan may be responsible, but I need to help Kankuro-sama investigate."

"Well if finding clues is what you want to do, follow me," Chiyo declared, "I think I found one for you already."

Energized, Matsuri followed the old woman beyond the last few buildings of the training center. They returned to the resort, passing through the hotel lobby and ignoring the concierge. Chiyo marched to the door of her suite, entered it, and ushered Matsuri along. They passed through the luxurious room and exited through a lanai door. The terrace overlooked the private beach she and her friends had played on.

Matsuri was puzzled, "Granny Chiyo…what are we doing here?"

"This way." The old woman commanded, stepping down from the deck and onto the sand. They crossed over to the adjacent bungalow and stood in its backyard. Chiyo pointed to the rooftop, "Look there, Matsuri."

The girl observed the faux-thatched roof of the suite building. Support beams hung below the arch of the roof, creating a noticeable gap. It did not provide any kind of clue that Matsuri could recognize.

"While I've stayed here, I have heard music several nights in a row…and it was coming from the top of that guest house. I know it wasn't coming from within, because the person staying there is a talentless, annoying twit." Chiyo explained, "Why does this matter? Because I know what you clearly don't."

"What's that?"

"That the Shin clan you speak of…is famous for their Sound Ninjutsu." The old woman said gravely, "You are likely correct in assigning them as the kidnappers. How could it be pure coincidence that musicians are plentiful in this village?"

A fluttering fear wreaked havoc in Matsuri's stomach.

"If you want to find out more about what we are up against, I suggest you speak to whoever plays music on that rooftop at night." Chiyo added, "I would rather not. I'm too old to play such games."

"Baa-sama…did you…" She was reluctant to ask, "See the person?"

The old woman said nothing. Matsuri got the impression that Chiyo had identified the individual who had been sneaking around in the dark.

"You have nothing to fear when talking to that shinobi," Chiyo assured her as she returned to her suite, "I could tell that he likes you very much."

---

When her search for Menma ended in vain that afternoon, Matsuri regrouped with Inari while he waited for clearance at the barracks. Tazuna understood that trainees were in jeopardy, and he promised he would drop off dinner for his grandson later. He trusted that Sand ninja would get the situation under control.

"Just tell me one thing," The bridge builder wrapped up his conversation with Kankuro, "If we're dealing with another group of outside ninja…are you going to be able to take them down and get the kids back?"

"So long as we outnumber them, we can handle it," Kankuro replied, and gestured his chin towards Chiyo on a bench, "And we have Chiyo-sama. She doesn't like exerting herself these days, but if there's real danger she'll get it under control."

Tazuna raised an eyebrow at the old lady seated nearby and then returned his attention to Kankuro, skeptical, "Thank goodness."

The reassurance was as good as it was going to get. So long as things didn't get much worse, the old man could avoid having a very public and ugly conniption.

After Tazuna had walked off with a wave to his grandson, the quiet scurrying of ninja continued. Kankuro spoke in low tones to his subordinates, relieved that a message had been sent with speed to Gaara.

Matsuri remained on the sidelines while pondering her role in the crisis. Inari had politely and more so, wisely, ruled out her idea of tracking the missing students, "If we did find them…we'd probably be grabbed up too." He fidgeted against the wall, folding his arms, "If I were trained a bit more I'd go for it, I swear!"

"It's smarter to avoid them, if we can," Matsuri agreed, "I just wish…I could talk to Menma about this."

"What? You'd feel safer with him around?" The boy griped.

"No, Inari. I'm concerned that…" She trailed off. At this point, it would not be too far-fetched to assume that he was a Sound ninja, as Chiyo had warned. Yet there was no need to accuse their friend when Matsuri still lacked the evidence to incriminate him. If he admitted guilt, well, that was a different matter.

"Fine." Inari said at length, "You like him. It's okay to worry."

"I never said that." She squeaked.

"Oh please, I can tell," Inari spoke from experience, "You're not the first kunoichi I've known who liked a blonde guy."

Inari excused himself and then joined an Academy class that had gathered for attendance outside. Matsuri, with her superior's permission, returned to the heart of the city where she conducted a very thorough sweep of the streets and alleys. She spent the better part of the day on rooftop perches, wondering if any strangers would reveal themselves.

'They seem to be aware that we are looking for them…so I doubt any other shinobi will approach a child now.' She considered the enemy's next move, 'If they still plan to abduct children…they might cause a diversion for Sand ninja or try to exchange them for other hostages.' Or, her heart added, they might just surrender and peaceably be on their way.

Matsuri stopped at a rendezvous with two Sand Chunin to discuss their findings. No one told her anything she did not already know from Kankuro, and so, as the sun set, she returned to the barracks to feed herself.

While distractedly eating her meal, Matsuri deliberated whether or not she should inform Kankuro of her lead, 'If I told him I was going to speak to Menma to find out more…he might come along or send someone with me. Oh…if Menma is a Sound ninja then he'll be in trouble.' She knew it was stupid to go alone, but she'd prefer risking a bit of danger than letting her suspicious Sand counterparts having at him, 'Besides, I can call for Chiyo-sama if there's trouble.' Hopefully the old bag would hear her from the comfort of her bungalow.

She willed herself not to think once she finished and silently ventured away from the barracks. As darkness fell, Matsuri followed the beach along the strip to where she and Chiyo had stopped earlier. She peeked into the window of the resort suite, spying the old woman asleep on a backless settee, 'Maybe I'm on my own after all…' No amount of screaming would wake her out of a dead sleep. Only luck could do that.

It would be most appropriate to wait for the music to play. Matsuri camped out behind a white, checkered fence on the veranda of Chiyo's suite and settled down. The rolling melody of beach waves eased her anxiety, and after a long while of waiting in the dark she dozed off. She woke later in the night beneath a canopy of stars, distinctly hearing one solitary note. As if regretful of beginning, the music stopped. Matsuri rubbed her eyes and wobbled to her feet, letting the environment flood her senses. After her eyes had adjusted properly to the low light she silently moved to the alcove next door.

She frowned, looking up at the niche in the roof, 'I hope that I don't have to use any means beyond my words here...'

Getting a foothold on a support beam, Matsuri carefully crept up into the dark space, discovering a glowing lantern within. She pulled herself up and kneeled down, somehow staying calm while the occupant jumped back in fright. The ocarina that had been hesitating beneath Menma's lips slipped from the boy's hand and clattered. He stared in shock at his guest.

"Menma," She kept her voice down, "I need to talk to you."

"How did you find me?"

"Chiyo-sama hears you play music. She said I would find you here."

He lowered his chin, deeply troubled.

"Will you please tell me what's happening?" Matsuri continued, "You're the only person I trust to ask."

His eyes rose again and met hers, sad, "I don't know…if it would make any difference."

"It will. Please, Menma."

Menma sighed, moving his instrument and supply bag aside, and faced the kunoichi fully, "Alright. I'll answer your questions."

"Are you a member of the Shin clan?"

"Yes."

"Are they the ones kidnapping students?"

"Yes."

"Did you help them do it?"

"No." He shook his head, "I tried to stop them."

"Why?" Matsuri was tense, "If you really wanted to protect those kids…why didn't you speak up? Why didn't you give us any warning?"

"I was being watched." Menma clarified, "I was told to interact with students and gain their trust. If I had blatantly disobeyed Ongakare-sama…they would have removed me from the task. Then those children would have no defense."

"They never did." Matsuri was not buying it.

"I distracted my clansmen. I bent the truth. I led them away whenever I could." He added, "The more time I spent with people in the Tide Village…the less I wanted to finish my mission. I made true friends here."

"Your change of heart is not helping anyone. Those students were still abducted." She pointed out, "And I would have helped you…if you had just said something."

"It's not too late. The Shin clan is hiding in a base near the forest levy. They won't be leaving until they have at least a dozen students."

"Then why aren't you there now? And why do they want those children?"

"Once they suspected my dissent I had to flee. This clan…is not compassionate in the slightest sense, and they won't tolerate my disobedience. They never have, not since I was adopted as a child. I know how they are…so I had to hide." Menma confessed, "They are doing all that they can to replenish our ranks, even if it means taking gifted children from their homes."

"Why not just train children born in the Shin clan?"

"They were taken from us." Menma explained, "They and many others are with Orochimaru now."

"Sound ninja." She nodded, comprehending, "Kankuro-sama told me about that."

"I don't want this to happen, Matsuri."

"Then you and I should tell other Sand ninja. Show us where that hideout is so we can rescue the children!"

"I'll be arrested by Sand."

"Isn't that better than what's going to happen to the students?" She pressed, "If you help us then maybe we can work something out," Matsuri lowered her voice, "I know you're not like the rest of them."

The boy stared at her while he contemplated it. He picked up his ocarina and hung it around his neck, pulling his bag onto his shoulder, "I would rather get locked up…than see them go through what I did. Let's hurry."

---

Kankuro had just settled down to sleep for the night when there was a knock at his door. He lifted his paint-free face off of the pillow, grumbling. He strained to lift himself up from the bed; his muscles overcome with sleep, and then trudged across the floor. Baki remained fast asleep, immune to noise. He undid the lock and pulled the door open.

"Matsuri?" Kankuro was surprised that his brother's apprentice was awake and alert, "What are you doing up?"

"Kankuro-sama, I need to talk to you." She said quickly, "I know where the kidnapped students are."

His eyebrows shot up towards his hairline, "You've been looking this whole time?"

"Not exactly." Matsuri turned and zipped down the corridor, "Please come with me! There's someone who can tell you more."

With a sleepy grunt, he followed with bare feet. The hallway emptied out into the Jounin lounge and Matsuri pointed to a boy who was seated on a sofa. He stood and bowed to Kankuro in greeting. Kankuro folded his arms, anticipating this was a good reason to be woken up from the precious four hours of sleep he could afford.

"This is Menma, my friend." Matsuri introduced, "He's from the Shin clan."

Kankuro settled an eye on the girl, disapproving, "He came here willingly?"

"Yes," Menma nodded, "I've forsaken my clan. I want to help you save those children."

"Convince me." The Jounin rumbled.

"I was told to gain the trust of students so that they could be recruited by our clan. After a short time of getting to know everyone here…I changed my mind. They wouldn't be treated well by the Shin clan and the training will be severe." Menma explained, "I also know that they won't have much time to prepare before Ongakare-sama returns to the Rice Country with them."

"Why?"

"He intends to take revenge on Orochimaru." The boy said gravely.

"A bunch of rookie trainees will get slaughtered in the attempt." Kankuro was disturbed, "Does he realize that?"

"Perhaps…but the children do not know what awaits them. Our leader made promises to them I know he will not keep."

"So you expect me to just take you at your word that you're on our side? You could be leading us into a trap." The man was cautious, "Just because Matsuri trusts you does not mean that I will. I was betrayed by my own teammate once…I know better these days."

"I can't make you trust me. All I can do is tell you what I know."

"I have an idea, Kankuro-sama." Matsuri chimed in, "We can test to see if Menma is telling the truth about where the hideout is."

"If it's risking my shinobi I don't know if it's worth taking a chance."

"Why not disguise a few of our Jounin as Tide students? Or some of our Sensory corps? They might be abducted the same way the children were." She suggested, "If skilled shinobi are brought to where the Shin clan have been hiding, they should be able to fight them off or at least get a message to the rest of us!"

"That depends on how many of them are there. It could still go wrong."

"There are fourteen, including myself." Menma informed him, "The only advantage they have is their Ninjutsu and Genjutsu. They've been using it to avoid your Sensors. If they hadn't…they would have been wiped out already."

"What if they use the children as leverage?"

"I don't think they will." The boy replied, "Ongakare-sama hopes to keep them…but he will fight you tooth and nail to do so."

Kankuro groaned, running a hand through his hair, "Fine…it's a start. I thought I'd be able to get some rest…but it looks like I'm going to have to talk over a strategy with Baki." He settled a stern gaze on Menma, "I appreciate your help. The next step you can take to prove yourself to me is to surrender your weapon." He held out his hand for the ocarina, "I've dealt with enough Sound ninja to know you'd tie me in a knot with that thing."

Menma did not hesitate to pass the instrument to Kankuro. Matsuri smiled in relief, 'This is going well!'

"Now…" Kankuro looked to Matsuri, "You go to bed, Matsuri. You'll need your strength for tomorrow." He held up his hand and nonchalantly twined chakra strings around Menma, "My prisoner is going to help me come up with a plan tonight. We'll see you at dawn."

Matsuri exchanged an alarmed glance with Menma before the boy was tugged along.

---

She slept restlessly until the morning bustle of shinobi began in the barracks. Matsuri prepared herself quickly and set out to find Kankuro and Menma.

The puppet master was having a discussion with six ninja who Matsuri recognized as Jounin. Somewhat excluded from the conversation, Menma stood nearby, unbound and visibly exhausted. She jogged up to him and put a steadying hand on his shoulder.

"Did he keep you up all night?" Matsuri asked softly.

"It's fine, Matsuri. We were able to think of a strategy together." He dismissed her concern, smiling weakly, "I know it will work."

She glimpsed Kankuro who seemed to have rallied the support of the Sand Jounin. He ended the briefing and then turned about, putting his hands on his hips, "Mornin' Matsuri!"

"Good morning, Kankuro-sama."

"I have a job for you." He announced, "I need you to bring Chiyo here. If she starts whining please tell her that I need her to assist with the ambush once we get our operatives in the hideout."

"Um…I've heard her say that she wasn't interested in-"

"She's been saying that she abstains from combat for years," Kankuro interrupted knowingly, "And every once in a while she remembers how much she enjoys massacring enemies." He beckoned a gaggle of Tide Genin forward, introducing them to the Sand Jounin, "Hey kids! Just let these guys copy your appearances for now…"

Matsuri hesitated, "Can I bring Menma?"

"No." Kankuro said flatly, "He's my jester until we subdue the Shin clan."

"But-!"

"He's not going anywhere without me." His voice rose, "I gave you an order."

"Yes, Kankuro-sama!" She nodded, recalling her place, and gave Menma an apologetic look before racing away.

The sooner she recruited Chiyo to their cause, the better…even if it required her Jouhyou or a wheelbarrow, 'Once I finish with this then I can stay with Menma! Kankuro is giving him such a hard time…' She knew it was inevitable that he would be treated poorly by Sand ninja, but he was handling the conduct graciously. She stopped to confirm with a Sensor-type shinobi that Chiyo was at her resort suite before running full-speed out of the barracks.

'Gaara-sensei…I don't want to lose my friend. He is my true friend, the first one I have ever had…' Matsuri blinked a tear from her eye, steeling her resolve, 'He is by no means perfect, and may even seem like an enemy to most people…but how is that any different from the way you were perceived? Misunderstood. Kind. I know you are a wonderful teacher and shinobi! I won't let Kankuro judge him without first showing him what I know about Menma!'

Matsuri stepped off of the concrete strip, running through a narrow alley between residences, and moved onto the beach near the resort. She skimmed over the sand like wind. The whistling in her ears was a sea breeze, or at least, she thought so. But then the music began, 'Is this-?'

The rolling waves on her right seemed to flip, orienting on her left. Then the resort ahead of her vanished, causing her to look frantically in all directions. It reappeared behind her, kilometers away; the sand dunes inexplicably rearranged themselves. The musical notes were coming from the plucking of a lute, 'This Genjutsu belongs to the Shin clan!' She grimaced, forming a hand seal, "Release!"

Not a half a moment after she had freed herself from the illusion, a sash whipped over her shoulder and wrapped several times around her nose and mouth, yanking her down to the ground. Matsuri struggled, trying to pry the ribbon from her face, landing a lucky kick on the leg of an approaching ninja. The shinobi cursed and then seized her by the ankle, beginning to drag her along the beach in the opposite direction. Her head swam, vaguely aware of the presence of three ninja. With no air left to fuel her flight instinct, the kunoichi fell unconscious and was hauled away by her captors.

---

After having her hair trimmed by Ino's mother, Sakura thanked the Yamanaka family and set out for the Hokage's tower. She reflected on what she and her blonde friend had openly discussed in front of Ino's parents: Hinata audaciously defying her elders.

"I think so far it's been about six different men," Ino recalled, arranging flowers in a vase, "They all gave up and went home."

"If her young age didn't discourage them, she killed them with kindness." Sakura added, "And disinterest."

"My oh my…" Ino's mother, Noriko, worked carefully with Sakura's pink locks, "How incredibly persistent the Hyuga are. I'm glad your friend is so brave."

"She is. It just stinks that she has to go through all of this…they don't even acknowledge the fact that she has a boyfriend." Ino was frustrated, "No one seemed to care about that!"

"From what I know…the Hyuga clan has different traditions than we, the Yamanaka clan." Noriko explained, "If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, Ino; that is entirely your business. No one, except for maybe your father, could contend with your decision. The Hyuga…" She lowered her scissors, "They are strict. Every significant other a clan member has must be approved first. Hinata-chan never had her boyfriend introduced to her father, did she?"

"Not formally…" Ino muttered, "And I have a boyfriend you know."

"I know, dear, and I approve. But until an introduction can be arranged…" Noriko continued snipping, "He does not exist in their eyes."

Sakura held still in her seat, balling her hands into fists, "I really don't like those people."

While walking, Sakura gradually shed her irritation. Today was a good day, she reminded herself. Tsunade had asked her to participate on a mission; a decent one, she had been told.

'Kiba-kun won't be joining us since he is still recovering at the hospital…' She noted. Her teammate had donated bone marrow to his father to help jump-start his failing immune system, which had been diagnosed suddenly, 'And Tama-chan is taking Sato to physical therapy today…'

Which only left Kakashi, of course; 'Unless Shishou sends me with another team…' She pondered the possibilities as she entered the administrative building and climbed the stairs.

Sakura passed by Shizune in the top-floor hallway and had a brief exchange with her before finally arriving at Tsunade's office. She knocked once and then walked in, knowing that Tsunade had no guests, 'I've got her schedule down like clockwork!'

Tsunade brightened at the sight of her, looking somewhat mischievous, "Oh! There you are, Sakura. Hm. Your hair looks longer today."

"I just got it cut, actually."

The Hokage rubbed her eyes, blinking, "It was a good guess. And before you say it, no, I don't need my eyes checked."

Sakura smiled, "I never dreamed of suggesting it. How are you, Tsunade-sama?"

"Excited. There is an organizational meeting for the next Chunin Exam at noon, so I get to leave the office early," She grinned, "Then I'll strong-arm the committee into letting me leave theirconference early. I need some me time."

Sakura sighed, knowing that "me time" often meant gambling away whatever pocket change she had on her.

"Don't sigh at me, young lady," She laced her hands beneath her chin, "I set aside a very appropriate mission for you, so don't make me reconsider…"

"What sort of mission?"

"I'll have Kakashi accompany you, because you can look forward to crossing the desert." Tsunade's eyes twinkled, "And then you'll report to the Kazekage in Sunagakure."

Sakura's breath hitched.

"You heard that correctly. I offered a new medical technique to the Medical Corps in Sand, one that I taught you a few weeks ago, if you recall. I'd like you to tutor them over the next few days." Tsunade expounded, "It's my way of apologizing to Gaara about not helping out in the Land of Waves. He's hosting a training program in the Tide Village and I'm not proud that I declined…but we cannot spare that many shinobi right now." She quirked an eyebrow, "This should make up for it, no?"

"Shishou…" A wide smile slowly spread on Sakura's face, "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me? This is a job after all!" She played dumb, "I expect you to work diligently before you even dare have leisure time with any handsome or powerful man you might find there, am I understood?"

"Perfectly."

"Good." Tsunade sat back in her chair, "Now have a seat; I anticipate that Kakashi won't be more than an hour late today…but that's a fool's hope."

---

About an hour later Kakashi arrived and was filled in on the mission guidelines. He was attending mostly to show Sakura the safest route through the desert. Tsunade supposed they would be quite safe after a border patrol report quoted that no suspicious activity or Akatsuki members had been sighted. Tsunade wished them well. Afterwards, Sakura packed a travel bag with lightning-speed and ignored her mother's protests. She nearly mowed down Asuma's team as she hustled down the street.

While leaving the village Kakashi asked her to slow down, "You're running. We don't need to run, Sakura."

"Sorry." She pulled the straps of her bag taught on her shoulders, "I just…can't believe I finally get to visit Hidden Sand…"

"It's exciting, I know." His eye crinkled happily, "You have been very patient. I was wondering when the Hokage would throw you a bone."

"Did you suggest it to her?"

"No," He admitted, "But I suspected all along that she'd send you to see Gaara."

"I was trying not to get my hopes up. It was starting to feel like I was passed over for every mission that involved Suna…" Sakura thought of a few missions that her friends had been chosen for in her stead. She walked on a tightrope over the resentfulness she felt about it, and the slightest push from Tsunade might have incited her to scream, I quit! to her hard-nosed mentor.

"That may or may not have been intentional. Thankfully, that doesn't matter anymore."

By the early afternoon they had crossed over the boundary between the Fire Country and the Wind Country. Kakashi pointed out a few landmarks, plain though they were, that marked a commonly used path through the desert. Sakura committed the stones and shrubs to memory, knowing that she had every intention of returning again.

Kakashi set a sensible pace through the desert, hoping to reach a small, rocky ridge he knew of for shade. It was just shy of the halfway point to Sunagakure. After reaching it they took a break in the shadow of the stone slab and sipped from their rationed water canteens.

"I've taken hundreds and hundreds of missions in my lifetime." Kakashi reflected, "And of those, I've been in and around the Wind Country maybe a few dozen times."

"So…not that much?"

"Enough to have a sense of direction, anyway. The first time I came here was when I was a Genin."

Sakura's ears perked up at the admission. Kakashi hardly ever spoke about his past. "What was it like?" She asked.

"Not what I had expected. My father told me stories about it and I began to think that it wasn't a big deal. From how he described his missions, I was under the impression that shinobi could come and go as they pleased." Kakashi chuckled, "I was mistaken. For my age, I was the most skilled and capable trainee on my team. My first experience in the desert showed me that I didn't know as much as I thought I did."

"Huh. Cocky much?"

"Very. I paid for it." He assured her, "We were a few miles into the Wind Country, I think. Before my Sensei could get us under control, my teammate and I had gotten into a brawl. Mind you, I had a million insults for Obito. It was my area of expertise. He wasn't going to take it lying down and that was part of the fun. It was fun to win the fights I picked!"

"Why do you sound so happy about it?" Sakura was appalled, "You were a classic jerk!"

"My idea of friendship wasn't typical."

"Yeah. Most people don't drive their teammate nuts just for the thrill of a fistfight." She agreed.

"As I was saying, Obito and I took a nasty spill down a dune and then realized, after Minato-sensei broke it up…" His eyes were trained on the horizon, "We had lost our water rations."

"Dumb."

"Yes. Our Sensei disciplined us the only way he could: he and Rin did not share water with us."

"That sounds about right." She nodded.

"Well…we nearly didn't make it. The both of us collapsed before we reached Sunagakure." He laughed, remembering how stupid he had been, "Minato-sensei dragged the two of us in the front gate. I think we embarrassed him…and Rin too. She yelled at me for a few days." Kakashi tilted his head back, thinking, "But…she didn't yell at Obito…"

"That's because he didn't start that fight." Sakura summed it up, "Or maybe because she expected more of you."

"A bit of both, I'm sure."

"So…" She trailed off, hesitant to ask, "Kiba once asked me…why we've never seen your teammates…"

"That question nearly answers itself."

"He said…he said Rin was his aunt." Sakura blurted out.

"That's correct."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know." Kakashi said quietly, "She left the village a long time ago."

"And no one tried to find her?"

"My Sensei was the Hokage at the time. He made it possible for her to live how she wanted. He said that she had no interest in living in Konoha, and he wasn't going to force her to." He recalled glumly, "I did look. My hounds and I tracked her several times."

"So then you didn't find her."

"No. It wasn't due to a lack of trying, either." Kakashi sounded unhappy, "She didn't want to be found. I regret what I said before she left…and I've got no way to apologize for it now."

Sakura said nothing. It was surprising to hear her Sensei acknowledge the mistakes he'd made. She briefly wondered that if enough time passed, would Sasuke be mature enough to regret his actions? 'I don't know if that'll ever happen…' She thought as she and Kakashi set out again, 'Kiba reached out to him and wasn't sure if it made a difference at all. If we don't matter to Sasuke now, why would we begin to matter to him in the future?'

The trek was hot under the cloudless sky, and during the remainder of the trip only one merciful breeze blew from the south to break up the aridity. Sakura clipped her hair up off of her neck and tried to pay attention as Kakashi pointed out landmarks.

About a half mile after Sakura's last sip of water, the walls of the Hidden Sand Village were tall on the horizon. Excitement replaced the tolling resignation that had filled her. Her pace quickened incrementally and Kakashi didn't complain about it. She pulled ahead and then slowed down a short distance away from the gate. A few Sand shinobi were supervising construction on the entryway, and waved them along beneath a scaffold piled high with stones.

Kakashi kept his hands in his pockets as he strolled leisurely along the admission road, "So…if I recall the Administrative Building is to the left…" He looked in both directions, trying to get his bearings, "Hm. Actually…I'm not sure. Let's try left."

With a sigh, Sakura followed her Sensei down the street and feasted her eyes on the Sand Village. It was dusty and dry but it rumbled with life. Crowds of people bustled around and children dithered and played. Sakura overhead a nearby team of Sand Genin chatting about a mission they had been assigned for the following day. Kakashi and his student passed through part of a residential area before getting into the thick of the business district.

Stand owners heckled them to try their products and a waiter outside of a restaurant handed them a menu, "You Leaf ninja look like you need a break!"

"We might drop by later…" Kakashi turned down the immediate offer to be seated.

Down the stretch of shops and businesses, the Administrative Center was nestled among other office buildings and a short distance away from the Kazekage's mansion. As they approached, Sakura did everything in her power to remain calm.

'I've got to play it cool. Poise. I want to look good in front of Gaara…I want to train the Medic-nin here quickly but properly…and then maybe…' Her heartbeat quickened, 'Maybe I can finally go on a date?'

Kakashi gave her a sidelong glance, "You look like you are freaking out, Sakura."

"No way." She furrowed her brow, "I'm just a bit sweaty."

"What's the use in lying about it?" Her teacher chuckled, "We have seen each other's panic faces already."

Sakura recalled how they had not handled flying very well after their first take-off with Sato. While humiliating, it had been a sort of bonding experience. She warned Kakashi not to comment on her nervousness because he didn't understand what it was like to date a Kage.

"I definitely don't know what it's like." He agreed.

Sakura got a grip as they entered the lobby of the Admin Building. A friendly Chunin wearing a turban greeted them and then led the way upstairs.

"Gaara-sama is expecting you." The young man informed them, "He looked really happy today! I guess he's been missing his friends in Leaf."

Sakura swallowed a gleeful sound that nearly escaped her. So Gaara had been told that she was on her way, it seemed. Apparently he had been very pleased with the news. She reined herself in again as they travelled down the hallway of the top floor. The door to the Main Office was wide open and the Sand Chunin led the way inside. They came to a stop a few strides away from the desk. It was piled high with correspondence and files.

"Kazekage-sama, the Leaf ninja you were waiting for have arrived."

Gaara's eyes were just visible above a towering stack of paperwork. He took in the sight of his guests, set aside the scroll he had been reading and then stood up. His outfit was a tasteful balance of black and maroon. He nodded to the Chunin, "Thank you, Enoru."

Enoru bowed and then excused himself. Sakura, though silent, knew she was not displaying proper manners at the moment. She clenched her mouth shut as she gawked at Gaara's height, 'Tall.' Taller than she remembered him, anyway. Her eyes darted from his feet up to his shoulders, approving of every detail, and then stopped on his face. 'He's…so much more grown up. Sure he's handsome and more mature…but just the way he's standing makes him look strong.' They shared a moment of surreal, assessing eye contact before Gaara broke it off, graciously acknowledging that Kakashi was also present.

"Thank you for coming, Kakashi," Gaara smiled a bit, adding, "And Sakura."

"Not at all. The Hokage insisted that our visit with you was overdue." Kakashi was aiming for subtlety, "Congratulations, Kazekage-sama."

Sakura gave the most imperceptible bow, echoing, "Congratulations!"

This gesture seemed to throw Gaara off of his axis. His countenance dropped as if Sakura had slapped him in the face. She did not pick up on it right away and she allowed herself to smile. Gaara had half of a second to evaluate what her signals meant, 'Smiling. Bowing. She's treating me formally.' He was drawing a hasty conclusion; she was suggesting that she viewed him as inaccessible. While Gaara thought he should hardly be surprised by her arm's length attitude, he was troubled by how abruptly it stung.

"Thank you. I hope your trip wasn't difficult." Gaara spearheaded conversation, "Tsunade-sama did send you with speed."

"I thought we were a bit on the slow side." Kakashi admitted. He didn't know much about the concept of "promptness".

"I kept us on time." Sakura chimed in, "When would you like me to meet up with the Medical Corps?"

"They have a meeting at three o'clock at the hospital, but you should relax until then." He stepped out from behind the desk, "I'll bring you there myself."

There was a perfect storm of feathers in Sakura's stomach. Gaara walked out of the office and gestured for them to follow. They were a step behind on either side of him as Gaara took them down hallways, stairs and finally out of the building. The Kazekage elaborated, "Normally I would send you with an escort to see the village and bring you to your accommodations, but I don't feel like doing that." He stopped on the side of the road, "Have you two eaten yet?"

"Not yet." Kakashi retrieved the menu that he had stowed away in a pocket, "We were invited to try this place. It looks like it serves Han food…"

"Tanwei. That's close by. It is decent there but it's expensive." Gaara shrugged it off as he continued walking, "You'll eat for free if I go with you."

"You want to? Don't you have work to do?" Sakura was startled.

"It can wait. You saw the state of my desk," He gave her an amused look, "I will send a Shadow Clone later to examine an important document. Not much else is that urgent…"

"How responsible." She fought back a grin.

"Ah, now that's a tip that Tsunade-sama might need to consider." Kakashi mused, "Kage Bunshin can help ease a heavy workload…but I think she has a habit of hiding or dismissing reports she doesn't want to deal with."

"She has them shredded." Sakura deadpanned.

"Awful." Kakashi shook his head, "My Sensei was far more finicky with such things."

"Yes, but he also cared more." The pink haired girl reminded him, "Tsunade-sama is not enthusiastic about most of her duties. She tells me she became Hokage to make Naruto and Jiraiya-sama happy."

"It was better than her alternative." Gaara observed, "As it stands, she is a good leader and she has given me more support than I expected."

"She does it because she believes in you." Sakura wanted to add, And so do I! but he could likely tell she felt that way when they exchanged glances again, shy and excited. The waiter that had been outside advertising earlier animatedly welcomed them back, astounded that they were friends of the Kazekage. He had them seated at a booth without delay.

Sakura helped them decide what to order since she occasionally ate Han food with Tenten. Kakashi complained about limited selection before picking a seemingly safe and not-so-mysterious noodle dish. Gaara and Sakura agreed to share roast duck, rice noodles and dumplings. As they sat beside each other across from Kakashi, the man began to feel like a classic third wheel.

"I should just leave you two alone." He droned, "You've got catching up to do…"

"No!" Sakura was still a bit apprehensive about being alone with Gaara, "It'd be rude to exclude you, Sensei."

Kakashi pointed to a small table across the way, "I could go right over there. I don't mind."

Gaara raised his chin a bit, "Is my company bothering you, Hatake-san?"

"Of course not, Gaara." The Jounin chuckled, "I forgot how easily you get offended. It makes me wonder what training with Jiraiya was like for you. I know he hardly ever censored himself."

"It could be taxing." He described it less vividly than he wanted to.

Kakashi proceeded to ask about Jiraiya and Naruto and the conversation carried on pleasantly. While waiting for food, Sakura unthinkingly moved her hand from her lap and settled it on the seat…unexpectedly landing on top of Gaara's hand. She chirped and immediately withdrew, letting timidity get the better of her.

'Whoa.' She discreetly checked her radial pulse at her wrist, 'I'm going to give myself a heart attack at this rate! Just cool it, Sakura! Don't embarrass yourself! This is going to feel normal again soon…'

Her mental prayer for the food to arrive was answered, and she filled up her empty plate with morsels that arrived on platters. From the corner of her eye she observed Gaara, who was completely unflustered by her zaniness. A beat later, his eyes widened as he stared straight ahead.

'What's he looking at?' She followed his gaze and saw that he was surprised by Kakashi's mask-free face, slurping up an unfairly long Han noodle from his bowl. Sakura nudged Gaara gently, smiling, "You'll get used to it."

"I suppose." He agreed and then addressed Kakashi, "You look like Sato."

"Hm?" Kakashi had to snip the kilometer-long noodle with his teeth, "Do I?"

"Almost exactly."

"Sato has blue eyes though." Sakura pointed out, nibbling the divine duck, "This is really good…"

They stuffed their faces and the pitcher of water they shared had to be refilled a few times. When the subject turned to Jiraiya and Naruto's current location, according to the letters Gaara had received, Kakashi was incredulous, "Mount Myoboku?"

"Yes." Gaara confirmed it.

"How did they-?" Kakashi was stymied, "They were so far away from the Fire Country…I never imagined they could get back here so quickly…"

"Where is Mount Myoboku?" Sakura was out of the loop.

"It is hidden within the Land of Fire." Gaara brought her up to speed, "Naruto told me that he and Sensei were reverse-summoned there by Toad Elders. It would have taken them over a year to reach it by foot."

"If it's in the Fire Country why is it a secret?" Sakura asked, "Is it off-limits like the Shikkotsu Forest where Katsuyu lives?"

"Much like that, toads maintain their privacy in an uncharted location." Kakashi then added, "It is notoriously difficult to get there. I can only assume that Jiraiya-sama intends to teach Naruto Sage Arts, then…"

Gaara nodded while he chewed.

"Naruto is learning Senjutsu?" Sakura was elated, "That's amazing!"

Gaara was surprised she knew of it, "Did the Hokage discuss it with you as well?"

"Not really, I learned about it while I was studying in the Hidden Star Village." She blushed slightly, "I want to tell you all about it later."

To be fair, Kakashi asked about how Haku was doing. Gaara had a well-rehearsed lie that was entirely plausible, claiming that he and Temari were on a mission. Without questioning it, Kakashi then asked about his duties as Kazekage. Sakura, on the other hand, was a bit crestfallen that she would not be seeing their friend at the Medical Training session.

Sakura and Gaara finished their meals before Kakashi; the man was struggling to get to the end of the long Han noodle. Sakura spoke about current events in Leaf, such as Kiba's father and his health scare, and also Hinata's rebuffs of every suitor her elders threw at her. While listening, Gaara snuck Sakura's hand out of her lap and held it beneath the table. She faltered in her story only for a moment before blazing onward; mentioning some of Tsunade's harshest training methods and how she coped.

After Kakashi gave in and stopped eating he replaced his mask, noting the time, "Sakura will need to be at the hospital in ten minutes."

"We should be on our way then." Gaara agreed, catching a server's eye. The man gave Gaara a thumb's up and then waved them out. Kakashi 'tsked' at the young leader's pampered treatment as they left the restaurant.

The hospital was located at the center of the village and all roads seemed to lead to it. Gaara notified Sakura that the class hours and frequency were at her discretion and that she could teach as she saw fit. Upon arriving at the lobby, he introduced her to a gaggle of Medic-nin who were on the younger, friendlier side. They fawned over the Hokage's apprentice.

"Are we only learning one technique today?"

"Is it true that you have Tsunade-sama's super strength?"

"Your hair is so pretty!"

Sakura tried to take it all in stride, "Thank you, everyone. I'm here to teach you about how to extract poison from a victim's system and derive antidotes. If you'd like to get started let's go to the test lab…"

And so she was hurried along by her new Sand protégées. Gaara watched them disappear down a long hallway with folded arms. A moment passed before he turned and nodded for Kakashi to follow.

"I bet you wish she didn't have to teach a class." The Leaf Jounin observed.

"I'm grateful that she can. I'm even more grateful that I had an opportunity to see Sakura." Gaara admitted, "I was shocked by the Hokage's kindness."

"Were you? Where's your sense of entitlement?" Kakashi chuckled, "For a Kage, you are very humble."

"No one owes me anything. My duty is to serve now."

"My Sensei said things like that. Every day he woke up amazed that he was a village leader…he never wanted to let anyone down." Kakashi recalled, "But in your case…you are still incredibly young…" He scratched his cheek, "Your maturity scares me a little…"

"Don't be alarmed. I can horse around when Naruto prompts me to."

He elicited a true laugh from Kakashi, who had nearly forgotten how Gaara and his team had some famous pranks in their past. They walked down a street and passed by the Academy, greeting curious students in an outdoor Taijutsu lesson.

"To be honest," Gaara went on, "I don't think I have done the right thing."

"By becoming Kazekage?"

"Quite often I regret it. The burden of these responsibilities…has made me imagine what it would be like to have stayed in Konoha. I've asked Jiraiya about what he advised the Fourth Hokage to do when he had doubts." He somberly added, "Yet I am aware I cannot undo my decision. I vowed to help Suna…"

"Of course it is difficult. Minato-sensei had tough days too…and Jiraiya-sama checked in on him frequently to make sure he wasn't overloaded." Kakashi recounted, "Your feelings make sense. You never meant to stay away from Leaf, as I understand it. It was not truly an obligation of yours to serve your birth village, even if they tried to convince you of that."

"I was convinced for a time."

"I also suspect that it has not been easy hardly seeing your friends." Kakashi rightly determined, "If it's any consolation, Sakura has every intention of returning here…and she'll pester Tsunade-sama for assignments."

A small smile, "It's more than consolation."

"She has improved drastically. The Hokage has been sharing some intimate knowledge with her…and I have not yet taught Sakura a technique that she couldn't master." He paused, "She's not suited for the Chidori…but she has options."

"I knew she was a genius from the first moment I met her." Gaara announced, "I should be the one bragging."

---

Two training dummies had been set up in the lab that Sakura was escorted to. Although she was among shinobi who had about six to ten years of age on her she immediately took charge. Sakura noted how the simulation tools on the counters and shelves were jumbled or in disrepair, 'Konoha orders new kits every year…' She would be sure to drop a hint to Gaara to send some funding towards the decrepit Medical Corps.

After inquiring where the mock-fluids were and getting a resounding, "We don't use this lab often…" Sakura tore open cabinets until she came across an unopened box of poison simulations. She ripped the packaging open and set the tools down on a rolling trolley between the tables.

"Okay…" She sighed, lifting up a plunger, "Does anyone here have experience with this sort of thing?"

One solitary hand was raised. Sakura called on the older man and he explained, "My sister was a puppet master who trained under Chiyo for many years. She and I spoke often about the poisons she used. I learned a few techniques to help in case she accidentally harmed herself."

"Great! So you already know how to extract poison from a shinobi's system?"

"No." He admitted, "But I can slow it down and treat it."

She was a bit discouraged, "That's fine; this just means you'll be adding one more jutsu to your countermeasures." Sakura injected the first dummy with a neon-orange liquid. Per her instructions, a student used the doll's manual pump to circulate the fluid in the pseudo-bloodstream. The transparent top of the dummy showed where the orange "poison" was creeping.

She lectured briefly before demonstrating the jutsu they would be using. Talented Medic-nin were no strangers to the ability to "feel around" a wounded individual's system with their chakra. Sakura clarified that the System Survey Technique that detected internal injury was the basis of a more advanced jutsu; one that could lock on to a suspicious substance within blood, and with a Medic's poised chakra, redirect and extract it. With her flawless chakra control, Sakura showed how she could move the orange liquid around the doll with a glowing palm, "Of course, you won't be able to see where it has spread within a real body. You'll need to survey first and feel how far it's gotten. Always check if there are multiple wounds…contact poisoning is trickier than ingestion. It can be in more than one area…"

It was a long afternoon of practice with Sand's Medics. She gave practical guidance and scenarios that they should keep in mind while each student took turns with the jutsu they had learned. While she had made it sound quite simple, most of the Sand shinobi had trouble "latching on" to the faux poison in the dummies. Sakura took extra time to help those who struggled.

By evening they wrapped up, having a fundamental grasp of the technique. Sakura requested that they return to the lab for another lesson at 9 in the morning. She received plenty of thanks for her patience and dedication to teaching. Only after the last trickle of students had escaped into the dark streets outside of the hospital had Sakura realized she had forgotten to ask for directions, 'Damn. I don't want to risk getting lost on my way back to Gaara and Kakashi-sensei…' She opted to ask the sleepy-looking desk receptionist nearby until she heard her name being called.

Sakura stepped out of the automatic door and onto the road, looking left and right. Gaara gave her an amused look from where he stood on the sidewalk, "You took your time."

"Were you waiting here for me?" She was startled, "That was almost five hours!"

"I'm a shadow clone. I didn't mind watching your class." The clone Gaara pointed to the second floor of the building, "There are observation balconies up there."

"Oh."

Gaara closed his eyes and bent his arm, offering it. Without a word Sakura looped her arm with his and they set out under the illuminated streetlamps. The roads were now scarce of people and had grown quiet.

"So where are we off to?"

"My house." There was a hint of pride in his voice.

"And the real you is there?" Sakura confirmed.

"Yes, and Kakashi was fed dinner and sent to bed already. He was trying too hard to make conversation." Gaara added, "He's probably occupying himself with that book."

"There's no doubt about that. So…does that mean you ate already?"

"I waited for you."

"Thanks!" She grinned, "Will it be just us?"

"It will."

"So that means Kankuro is on a mission as well?"

"He and my student Matsuri are on a mission in the Land of Waves." Gaara confirmed it.

"Wow. I keep forgetting you have a student." She bopped her head with the heel of her hand, "I want to meet her! You've told me she's making great progress."

"She wants to meet you too. She's a decent kunoichi, for a beginner," The corner of his mouth curved upward, "But nowhere near as talented as you."

"You know…I think this is the most I've ever seen you smile."

"You're the one who's smiling." He frowned reflexively.

"I know I am, but at least I can admit it." She gave his arm a light squeeze, "So…I need to talk to you about the sad state of that training lab…"

---

"This place technically belongs to my sister." Gaara explained as he welcomed Sakura into the mansion, "Temari inherited most of our father's property after his passing."

"That was thoughtful of him." Sakura supposed, "It's good she lets you stay in her house."

"I could argue that, as Kazekage, I have a stake in it now."

She laughed, "You'll need to get that in writing…"

Village leader or not, Sakura thought, it was not entirely Gaara's to claim. Temari would flash the deed to the home in her little brother's face and win the argument. Yet there need not be strife. It certainly was big enough to comfortably fit a dozen residents. 'So they sure aren't fighting over space…' As they passed through the vast, furnished atrium that qualified as a "living room" Sakura estimated it was about the same square footage as the entire Haruno house.

Just off of the formal dining room was a homier kitchen with appliances, and Gaara flipped a light switch and motioned for her to sit down. A chair was scooched back at the table, most likely where Kakashi had been seated earlier. Sakura took her place and gave Gaara an uncertain look, "You don't want me to do anything?"

"You're my guest. Sit." He commanded in a surprisingly sweet voice, "Now…why am I spending money on that lab again?"

"It stinks, that's why! All of the kits are outdated…you should be replacing and updating training supplies annually," She folded her arms and leaned back in the wooden chair, "Come to think of it…those Medic-nin didn't have a clue how to use their own lab. It's one thing if you don't buy supplies…but at least tell them to use it weekly and be familiar with it. I had to show them how to use their own test center!"

"That truly is shameful," He agreed, procuring a covered pan of food from the counter, "I want to keep things at the standard that Konohagakure enforces, at minimum."

"And well you should, especially when I stop by to teach." Sakura smiled proudly.

The pan was put into a preheated oven and Gaara offered the pink haired girl a glass of cold, sweet tea. He took a seat across from her at the table after he set two plates down.

"What are you heating up?" She asked, taking a sip, "It smells good."

"I made okonomiyaki."

Her mouth hung open, "You cook?"

Gaara frowned slightly, "My brother and sister taught me."

"I've tried making okonomiyaki once before on my own…but my mom said I added too many ingredients to the batter." She huffed, "She called it a freakshow-pancake." Sakura sipped the tea again, "The most critical woman in the world shouldn't have asked me to solo dinner if she was only going to hate it…"

Gaara was studying her face when he spoke, "More than likely…it tasted fine."

"It sure did."

"Mine was passable. Your sensei didn't vomit."

"Full points." Her pink eyebrows rose in delight, "You get double points if you put kimchi and shrimp in it."

"I didn't." He laced his hands under his chin, "I apologize."

"That's my favorite."

"But not your mother's preferred style?"

"No. I don't think she has any understanding of what flavor is."

The corner of his lips tugged upward again, "I'll try it your way, next time."

"I hope you'll like it," She tilted her head, charmed by his flattery, "If I recall…you and I like to eat a lot of the same things."

He closed his eyes and nodded. Thirty seconds passed in silence as the two remembered Konoha; in those brief days together as students when they didn't have real worries. Sakura's eyes absently took in the sight of the chilled glass in her hand; it was sweating with condensation. Her chin rose again and she looked at Gaara, startled, "You didn't want any tea?"

"I do, but I'm a shadow clone. It would be impolite to take what the real me would enjoy." The clone reminded her. The ice-filled pitcher nearby was less than half-full.

"Oh yeah…I completely forgot. It feels like I'm talking to the real you." Her hands folded, trying to warm up from the icy drink she'd been holding, "How courteous of a clone not to impose like that!"

"Well," His smile was impish, "It doesn't always work."

Sakura adopted a curious expression, "It doesn't?"

"No. And one day, Sakura, when you make use of shadow clones you will come to understand that even if you reason with them…" The clone stood from the table, "They are solely invested in the desires and mannerisms of their creator…and don't always have the capacity to obey."

"Ah." She voiced her understanding.

Her green eyes widened a fraction when the clone leaned down, putting one arm of the back of her chair and the other on the table in front of her. The shadow clone's face hovered in front of hers; the same sharp, ice-eyes, cheekbones and red hair as her boyfriend…the same everything, down to the smug expression.

"It would only be impolite to take something that can't be replenished, but since you'll still be here in a few minutes," They shared a breathless gaze, "I will enjoy." And the brazen clone kissed her with every bit as much conviction as his originator would have.

Without giving much thought to the "moral correctness" of her actions at the time, Sakura shut her eyes and reciprocated. It was a kiss that heralded the end of the drought she had endured. Memory did not evoke any kiss with Gaara nearly so adult or bold, and the newness of it all flooded her senses, hot, quivering, and it stripped away the façade of civility she had put up. He tilted the seat back to kiss her more deeply and Sakura moved automatically, raising her hands and settling them behind his neck. They were cold from the glass.

It shocked his skin and he made a soft noise against her mouth. Before they could get carried away in the manner they so badly wanted to, a kitchen timer dinged from the counter, signaling attention to the food. They parted when he set the chair straight again. The clone held the sides of her face, concluding a deep kiss, and then looked her squarely in the eyes, "Maybe I will not share…"

"While I…" Her breathing was ragged, "Really liked that…" She pushed the clone back gently, "I think I would prefer my real boyfriend at this point…"

The clone looked a tad dejected, "If real is something you can touch…" He stroked the back of her hand, making a nonverbal point.

"Uh, I mean…real as in original," Sakura smiled, planting a kiss on the lips of the frisky Kage Bunshin, "Thanks." Her super-punch connected with the clone's stomach and a cloud of smoke erupted, eliminating the temptation.

"Phew." She stood and moved to the oven, extracting the pan with an oven mitt and setting it atop the stove.

Sakura stole a peek at the okonomiyaki, which had a lovely geometric design drawn into the sauce and mayonnaise. A few pieces of the pie were missing: Kakashi's portion, she presumed, 'This looks so fancy! Nothing like my…freakshow dinner…'

It would have been too pretty to eat if not for the fourth of the circle that was missing; its slightly jagged edges made the masterpiece less memorable…more edible. She considered helping herself, but she had no idea when Gaara would turn up. 'I should have asked where Gaara actually was before I destroyed that clone…' She took her seat again to wait.

After a full minute of being alone with her thoughts Sakura had finished her tea. She stared blankly out the open window on the far wall, noting the silence of the night in Suna. 'No crickets…not like in Konoha…'

"You," Gaara strolled in the second entrance of the room, "Punch much too hard."

Her brows danced in confusion, "Oh! Uh…how…did you know I punched that shadow clone?"

"They transmit information to the user of the jutsu once they dissolve. I remember what we were talking about," His faint smile was replaced with a serious, apologetic look, "I am sorry that the clone was not well-behaved."

"I forgive you…er…it."

Gaara took the plates from the table and fetched two pieces of the okonomiyaki. Sakura was trying to keep her rubbernecking discreet. It was plain to see that he had just bathed: his hair was tousled and still drying. He had traded his day attire for loose, gray and black clothing, 'I want to call them pajamas.' And his shirt hung open just enough to demand the attention of her eyes. The glimpse of the smooth plain of his chest was the first she had ever seen of it. Whether he meant to stir her curiosity or not Sakura was feasting her eyes, at least while his back was turned.

He set the food on the table alongside chopsticks and then shared the last of the sweet tea with her. Gaara took a seat across from her, completely relaxed and unaware of Sakura's distraction.

"Let me know if it has flavor." He asked playfully, "I trust you as a capable judge."

"Hold on." Sakura quickly sampled a piece of the grilled treat, "Hm. Very good. Onion." She paused, frowning in thought, "Potato. Some kind of meat…"

"Don't overanalyze. Just tell me it isn't horrible."

"Like I said, it's very good." She smiled, "It just needs more cabbage."

"I prefer less of that."

"Ham." She identified the last element, "Everything goes well. I guess this combination doesn't need anything more…but I'll make you one of mine sometime."

He smirked while he chewed. Gaara kept his eyes shut and listened to her speak, savoring her voice more than the food.

"You should…come visit me in Leaf when you can…" Sakura suggested carefully, "Cooking for you would be fun."

"I would like to do that…but I'm afraid that I can't do it anytime soon." A faint sigh escaped him, "Until the shinobi I sent to the Tide Village return I need to be mindful of Suna's vulnerability."

"Right…"

"When I get there," He balanced a tiny green onion on the end of his chopstick, "Would you want me to stay with your family?"

"Uh…" She swallowed, alarmed, "The major reason I would advise against it is…well…I don't want you to see any ugly arguments. My mother and I can be…" Sakura took two fists and bashed them together, "Destructive. My dad is immune to it…but for your sake you might want to stay at your place."

"Thank you for the warning."

She brightened, "Your apartment is in great shape, you know! Hinata dusts every week and waters the plants." Sakura snickered, "Naruto gave her a key. He probably never wants her to return it…"

"I should have given you mine."

She blushed and tried to hide her embarrassment with a gulp of her beverage.

Gaara qualified the statement, "I don't live there anymore. At best, I would only be able to stay for a few days at a time. You should keep it if you need a place to decompress after an altercation." He mimicked the fist-bump motion she had made earlier.

"Wow. You are really generous." Her cheeks were still pink, "Honestly, I'd kill for a closet to hide in when Mom loses it…" She propped up her head with one hand while she imagined it, "I'll scream into a pillow at your place."

"Very well. I'll find that key for you later. It's upstairs."

Sakura polished off her meal and declined when he asked her if she wanted more.

"Do you plan to spectate at the Chunin Exam? Tsunade-shishou should have asked if you were interested." She wondered.

"It's a ways off still, but I will be there." He finished one last bite, "I'll have the best seat at the final rounds."

"Good! Then you've already got a place to stay."

"Speaking of which," He stood and took the empty plates, "I can show you to your room here. You need to rest."

"I'm fine." She chuckled.

"You crossed the desert for the first time today and then taught a five hour class." Gaara gave her a skeptical look, "You're fine?" The plates clinked when he left them in the sink.

"Okay." Sakura stood, knowing she couldn't dispute it, "I just don't want to go to sleep right away. I like talking to you."

"We can…for a little while." He agreed to it, shutting the light off, and in the dimness of the mansion he led her onward.

Up a tall staircase and past many windows, the landing of the second floor was flooded with moonlight. It gleamed on the antique wood furniture and cabinetry. While it was certainly the home of a well-to-do family, most of it was understated and practical. Sakura observed her surroundings thoughtfully as they proceeded to a long corridor. Every bedroom door was shut and Gaara pointed them out while labelling their owners.

"That's Matsuri's room." A room nearest the staircase was indicated, "We invited her to stay here because she was orphaned a few years ago. Her previous home was in bad condition."

Sakura hopped a step forward and hugged his arm, "That's good! I hope you've made her feel right at home."

"I think so," Gaara pointed to the room next door, "Temari's room." Four doors down from that, "Kankuro." At the very end of the hallway on the corner, "This one is mine."

He nodded to the room diagonally across the hallway from his own, "That was my uncle's room. Kakashi is staying there for now."

"Your uncle doesn't live here anymore?"

"He's dead." Gaara clarified, "Except for my siblings and me, everyone else has passed on. We're a much smaller family now."

"Oh." She glanced around at the many doors, "Where can I sleep?"

He opened the door to the room next to his own and motioned for her to take a look. Sakura poked her head in and regarded it in the faint moonlight. Aside from some furniture, a carpet and some wall scrolls, it was quite austere. She had been expecting a futon, but there was a bed off to the right of the window. Her travel bag had been dropped off and was leaned against a chest of drawers. Gaara did not follow her inside and lingered at the doorway.

Sakura turned to give him an approving look, "This will do fine."

He nodded to her silently. The pink haired girl removed her shoes and then hopped onto the bed, testing it, 'Twice the size of mine at home…' She patted the sheets, 'These linens are fresh. It really feels like I am a guest of honor around here…' Sakura smiled and sat cross-legged, fiddling with the nearest fluffy pillow. She did a double take when she noticed Gaara had not moved.

"Won't you come in?"

"I should leave you be."

"You said we could talk for a little while." Sakura reminded him.

"I did say that," He confirmed, turning to the hallway, "Come with me."

Without questioning his change of direction, she followed. Two doors down from her room, she was shown to a bathroom. Sakura flipped the light on and found that it was appropriately spacious and modern. She padded across the tiles in bare feet, taking the hint, "You think I should wash up?"

"It is a courtesy that I did not want to forget to offer you."

"Well," Sakura took a towel from a wooden shelf, "Thanks. But…what will you do in the meantime?"

"Dishes."

"Oh." It was really taking her aback that the Kazekage was responsible for his own home, "So later we can-?"

"I promise we can still talk." Gaara assured her, moving to leave, "For now make yourself comfortable."

She thanked him again before he shut the door. Not wanting to waste time, Sakura ran the tap to fill the tub, 'This could take a while…' It was family-sized. She looked over her shoulder again at the door, a nervous tick, and then undressed. Sakura cocooned herself in the fluffy towel, trying to get a grip, 'It's been a waltz of the two of us trying to be proper.' She thought, 'I think that shadow clone had the right idea. We both wanted that…' But the presence of her sensei warded away any inappropriate behavior, and Gaara, as a village leader, was more likely to exercise restraint.

Echoes of dripping water bounced off of the walls. She slowly rinsed herself, discovering that sand had stuck to her skin in a thin sheet. 'Well there isn't any rush. I know that I would really like to get close to Gaara…but this mission demands a lot propriety. I've got to respect that.' Sakura shut the running water off after the tub filled, 'But man! I'm going to need to secure myself some real vacation time, eventually. Tsunade-sama will need to give me a break, especially after I become a Chunin!' She was counting on being promoted, 'I don't want to hold back every time I visit Gaara...'

But until then, she supposed, this would become a routine. While they were both aware that they wanted to move things along, neither would be able to act on the desire. Each meeting would be formal, tasks would be accomplished, conversation would be dignified, and most likely, Sakura guessed, they would be scrutinized by teammates or some type of chaperone. Ino would classify it as "mission cock-blocking." She puffed her cheeks and grumbled at the thought.

"At least I got one good kiss out of this." She muttered, stepping into the warm bath. It sure as heck wasn't the Sand Medic-nin she'd taught that made the trip worthwhile.

Sakura leaned back and shut her eyes. For now, silence was comfortable. The bath was a welcome relief from the surprising chill of the desert night. Bit by bit she relaxed. Sleepily, she surveyed her surroundings, 'Gaara sure does have a lavish place…but even if he was living in a shack right now and we had been sipping broth for dinner,' She smiled to herself, 'I'd still be happy that I got to see him.'

She had been delighted that he was still as sharp as ever when it came to conversation. It had been one of the first things about him she liked, Sakura recalled, back from when they had entered the Academy. While he often came across rude and coarse, she considered Gaara very keen of mind and forthcoming with his opinion. She could also go toe to toe with him, or really, anyone, when it came to witty insults. These days he was more polite and mellow, but he would always have that underlying acuity that she admired.

Aside from his personality, which was intact, he was physically quite different. Gaara had the unmistakable leanness of a man, and when her thoughts began to focus on his shoulders that were distinctly broader than she remembered, Sakura slapped a washcloth on the top of her head. There was no way to combat the attraction she felt. It was the explorative curiosity that automatically made her stare whenever Gaara's back was turned, and it had even made her test boundaries with a Kage Bunshin, 'Which is an event I plan to keep to myself.'

She began to doze and after a few minutes woke up in a slight panic. The water had cooled off and she was unsure of how much time had passed. Sakura drained the tub and stepped out, drying off tiredly, 'I guess I am pretty beat after today…' She combed her fingers through her hair and it turned out fine, 'Love short hair.' And she skittered from the bathroom to the bedroom she had been offered.

After dressing in the "mission-downtime-clothes" she had packed, Sakura rolled onto the bed and stayed there. If Gaara had meant what he said then he would stop by later to talk, 'And if he doesn't…' She yawned, 'I'm getting shut eye.'

A nearly-full moon poured in light through the window. Sakura had nested with a few pillows around her head and was, essentially, asleep by the time Gaara had turned up.

She stirred after feeling a finger trace across her cheek. Gaara was seated at the edge of the bed and looking down at her with a serene expression.

"Sorry," Her voice was husky with sleep, "Bath made me…tired…"

"Don't apologize. I wondered if it was better to let you rest."

She shook her head weakly, "I wanted to you to tell me about what…it's been like for you…" She yawned, "Now that…you're Kazekage…"

"Not too exciting. The work is similar to what you see Tsunade-sama do, day to day." He was not too fond of the subject.

"I guess that's true," Sakura folded her hands under her cheek, "But what do you think of it?"

"What do I think of it…" Gaara repeated quietly. He shifted over and folded his legs to sit, pondering a suitable answer.

She shut her eyes and listened when he spoke, "It is an honor. Many people have come to depend on me. To be appreciated in a village that once feared me has been enjoyable." Gaara fell back on a pillow and sighed, "At least, all of that is what you would expect me to say, isn't it?"

"Some of it must be true," She mumbled, "But I know you better than that. I bet you're worn-out."

"It's been exhausting."

"I could tell."

"Should I be honest?"

"I won't judge." With her eyes still shut, she smiled.

"If I could do it over again I would have declined."

"And why would you do that?"

"The work is not thankless, but it is incessant and impersonal. At every committee, mission briefing, official visit…I appear as more of an object than a real person to most people." He amended, "A well-respected object, of course."

"Well your brother and sister don't see you that way. Neither do Haku or your student."

"And I'm grateful for that. But as a Kage, it can't be helped that people will think you lack flaws. Like how a child looks up to a parent, villagers have set expectations of what I will do for them. It's overwhelming."

"And you're sixteen." She observed.

He folded his hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling, "Yeah."

"Seems like you becoming a Kage at such a tender age…" She stopped to yawn, "Was a hasty undertaking."

"I won't argue with that."

"You've always worked hard, and I always knew that it chipped away at you bit by bit, all of your life." Sakura opened her eyes a margin, "I'm glad you're Kazekage…but you'll need a break soon."

"I miss Leaf."

"I know you do."

"And…" There was a hint of frustration in his voice, "It seems we unintentionally built barriers between one another, you and I."

"They don't seem to be a problem at the moment." She countered.

"No. But because I am apart from you here in Suna, as a leader," He elaborated, "And you are the Hokage's apprentice, and an instrumental part of your team…the times when we get to see each other will be limited."

"That's true, but I guess that'll just make me look forward to seeing you more."

"I was worried that when you first arrived here…that you would treat me as a stranger."

Sakura was surprised, "Did you really think that?"

"I am never sure how anyone I care about will react to me these days. Even Naruto." His apprehension was miniscule, but she could still hear it, "I fear that formality will take precedence over friendship."

"It hardly ever does. And sheesh! Remember who you're talking about!" She laughed lightly, "Naruto will never let anyone forget that he's their friend, no matter their station in life. He's probably going to tease you more than ever."

Gaara turned his head to look at her appreciatively, "You're right."

"Of course I am."

"Perhaps the Hokage sent you here with the intention of providing me therapy."

"Hey, don't give Shishou the credit. This is all me," Sakura corrected in a sleepy warble, "Only a girlfriend can know…how to get into a man's head during stressful times." Her eyelids drooped against her will.

"Only you know." He agreed. His smile began to reflect mischief, wholly agreeing with her statement.

The pink haired girl was beginning to drift from consciousness again and the conversation came to a lull. She did her very best to stay awake and watch Gaara; keep their eyes connected to communicate without sound.

The young man shifted to reach her. He fit his lips to hers; sincere and possessive, then touched her face gently. Sakura made a small sound of approval and was almost immediately asleep after that. Though he lingered for a few minutes more to adore the creature curled up in front of him, Gaara pushed himself back and retreated. It was prudent to maintain decorum. Sakura was a guest.

But, he thought, as he shut the door gently behind him; he really, really loved this guest.

---

Class the following day went a bit better. Sakura deemed that after four hours of practice following the initial lecture, most of the Medic-nin were able to perform the jutsu she had taught. It was easier to show them how to test poison correctly after extraction. By noontime they were synthesizing antidotes together, with the Sand ninja congratulating themselves for not being too dense for Leaf's techniques.

Gaara was very pleased to hear of the achievement. He walked with Sakura back across the village to where he had dumped Kakashi at a bookshop. Without a doubt, he was searching for Jiraiya's newest volume, though neither man said a word about it.

After greeting a Jounin sensei and his students for the sole purpose of introducing Sakura, they stopped at a nearby bench beside a small pool. Chiyo frequently went fishing there for the few carp they stocked. It was a secluded spot off of the main road and offered some shade.

"I guess Kakashi-sensei will want to leave immediately, now that the training's complete." Sakura observed sadly.

"Perhaps for your next mission you won't need an escort?"

"I won't," Her eyes flashed, "I memorized the way."

Though it need not be discussed aloud, both wanted to be sure that future visits would not have third-wheels or interruptions. Sakura took a seat on the bench, resting her hands beside her. Gaara took the place next to her and stared out down the long, narrow alleyway that connected the niche back to the main road.

"I didn't have the chance to tell you yesterday before I fell asleep," Sakura hesitated, "I…think you look really grown up."

His head did a three-quarter turn when he looked at her, interested, "You do?"

She gestured to his outfit ambiguously, "Yeah, you're dressed for the part and you…carry yourself with dignity…" She added, "You became more…"

His mouth was pursed as he awaited her opinion. When she trailed off shyly Gaara fully faced her, unabashed, and lifted her hand from the stone seat, "I'm more what?"

Sakura struggled to speak while her inner-self had a third party chorus resounding in her mind, "You look…"

He pressed her hand to the side of his face. His smile was a deceptive mix of gentleness tinged with smugness. Gaara knew what she was trying to get across as she failed miserably at articulating. He had, for most of his life, a much easier time telling people what he thought of them.

Gaara's other hand settled behind her head, pulling her close, "I can see that you've changed a lot as well," His fingers played with strands of pink, "And I never would have thought…that you could be more beautiful than when I first met you."

"I was-" She continued to speak even while he kissed her, "Six. I think." She began to smile, remembering, "No…"

"What?" Gaara murmured against her mouth.

"It's been that long?" Sakura's grin was halting the fun, "That you liked me…"

"Well," His lips delicately touched the corner of her mouth, "It's not the same as it was." His swift hands pressed her flat on the bench, "Not even when I left Leaf for Sand…I wasn't…consumed this way," Her hands traced his neck, "I refuse to believe that I can't have you just because I am here."

Gaara folded over her, savoring the smooth texture of her lips. His role as a Kage seemed miles behind him, forgotten just as soon as he was bewitched by the quiet but titillating sounds she made. Sakura held him steady for a deep kiss, and for a time the balancing act continued uninterrupted.

At one point, while Gaara had captured her hand again and was pressing avaricious kisses on her wrist, a nervous voice came from behind them.

"Um, excuse me…sir…"

The Kazekage's head snapped towards the passageway. The turban-wearing Chunin from the day before stutter-stepped in fright, not daring to come any closer; his voice trembled, "Please forgive me, Gaara-sama…I would never intrude if it wasn't important…"

Gaara calmed down after a moment and was genuinely surprised, "How did you find me here, Enoru?"

"Hyoshigi-sensei was out on the street with his students! H-He said he saw you go this way-"

"What do you have to report?" Gaara demanded, not really concerned by then. He carefully parted from the pink haired girl before they quickly preened themselves and stood.

"A message arrived by messenger hawk from Kankuro-sama." Enoru explained, "There's trouble in the Tide Village."

Alarmed, Sakura observed Gaara from the corner of her eye. He had gone tense.

"Of what sort?"

"He is requesting support to help locate and defeat the Shin clan, who were discovered to be operating near the village. They've abducted at least five Tide students with the intention of assimilating them as clan members." Enoru explained it concisely, "He has done all that he can to safeguard other students and track the perpetrators…but his forces are limited."

"I will deploy two teams there to assist," Gaara began to walk, but shepherded Sakura along, "Did he say anything else?"

"A follow-up report did come in a few hours later," The Chunin added quickly, keeping up with them, "It said that your student was reported missing."

Wide-eyed, Gaara stopped to look at his informant in disbelief, "Matsuri?"

"Kankuro-sama indicated she did most of the investigative work to uncover the student's abductors. He fears that her efforts may have attracted the enemy's attention."

Gaara's gaze traveled from Enoru to Sakura, "Sakura."

"I want to help." She announced firmly, "I think you were going to ask me to, anyway."

"Yes. Are you and Kakashi available?"

"Shishou won't mind." The kunoichi kept up with his pace, "She's got no reason to object this time."

"Send a reply to Kankuro." Gaara commanded over his shoulder to Enoru, "Tell him that in addition to those cells Hatake Kakashi and Haruno Sakura will be arriving shortly. And it is advisable that he find my student unharmed before they get there."

With an affirmative cry the Chunin darted off towards the aviary to send a message.

"Even if Kankuro can't find her, I promise we'll get her back, Gaara." Sakura vowed, "Kakashi-sensei and I can track her, so don't worry!"

"I won't," There was a wild edge to his voice, "I'm going with you."

---

Electric silence hung over the Hyuga compound for several days. Members of the Cadet Branch whispered among one another, truly shocked by the unrest in the Main Branch. Witnesses had identified the heir of the clan, Neji, as well as his older relative, Hikune, as the combatants. Older, wiser Branch members pointed to evidence that suggested the two young men who had brawled had fought for reasons that often concerned young men in general, And not because it had anything to do with clan matters, a man wisely put it.

The clan elders, who had these days only concerned themselves with Hinata's woebegone matchmaking, swept the indiscretion under the rug. This was the first outburst that the prodigy Hikune had ever had, they contended. And though it had not been Neji's first outburst, they pardoned him as well. All told, they just didn't want to deal with it. Hiashi had been instructed to keep the youngsters under control and preserve the immaculate reputation of the Hyuga.

So Hiashi kept his comments to himself and returned to his nephew, who had been healed by the clan Medic, and asked him for his opinion.

"Do you feel that Hikune deserves to be punished?" The man asked Neji.

Neji, bandaged and on the mend, contemplated it, "I don't know."

"You and Hinata explained to me that he was frustrated by a rebuff from a young woman, your teammate," His tone suggested it was kind of a big deal, "And he saw fit to harm you in response. I do not know the particulars, nor do I wish to hear them, but…" Hiashi sighed, "His behavior is not fitting of this family."

"I won't demand…any further correction for him." Neji spoke softly, "I was told Hideyasu dealt with him."

"That is a parent's duty…" Hiashi reminded him, "If Hikune's offense was serious enough to involve the Hokage, by your estimate, then-"

"No." Neji said flatly.

"He attacked you savagely."

"I recall."

"You are my brother's child and heir to this clan. I will not allow anyone; not a member of the Main House nor any other clan…not even our esteemed elders to disrespect you." Hiashi's voice was sharp, "You should not tolerate it either, Neji."

"I didn't tolerate it. I distinctly remember my retaliation, and by that measure…" He frowned, "This matter seems settled to me. I see no reason to humiliate Hikune further."

What Neji did not tell his uncle was that aside from not wanting a more serious punishment for Hikune, he did not want to make it a public matter for the village to discover. It had been two days since the beating. Tenten and Lee, mercifully, were not aware of the altercation. If he could keep it that way, Neji had every intention of doing so. They had once questioned his wounds the day before while at their training ground, but he had attributed it to rough practice with his clan. He had showed up lacerated and bruised before for such reasons, so both Lee and Tenten readily believed it.

"Very well." Hiashi let it drop, "I've been doing all that I can to support my daughter through these troubling times," Referring to her forced courtship that he had little power to stop, "And I will not let you face adversity either. It's my hope that this confrontation is settled, but if it isn't, Neji…" He looked the young man squarely in the eyes, "He must be dealt with. You will lead this clan; the Main and the Branch House. Hikune cannot be allowed to oppose you."

"I understand, Hiashi-sama."

His uncle excused himself after that. The next order of business was to speak to Hanabi's Chunin Instructor who had spoken of her aggression towards antagonistic classmates. While Hiashi knew that he would never get his youngest daughter to curb her belligerent attitude, he could at least save face with fed-up Academy teachers. Off he went.

Neji stood and left the room as well, swirling with emotions. He was grateful that he did not pass anyone in the corridor, because his face was freely expressing every detail of his mood-swing.

There was a passing moment of pride he felt that Tenten had pledged fealty to him. It had rubbed Hikune the wrong way, of course, and it had gotten him beaten up too, but he would not have it any other way. He had been angry enough when Haku had caught her eye long ago, but she had discarded that admirer as well for his sake. The ego-boost faded when he realized she had been out perusing in the first place.

Every inch of him seared with rage at the thought of her secretly cavorting with anyone. A Hyuga clan member. A stranger. Other shinobi their age. It didn't matter who. While they had not established this as a taboo, nor were they romantically involved in any way, he expected Tenten to know better. He tried not to think about whether or not she had been intimate with anyone. That possibility existed, and it ought not to tarnish his opinion of her so long as he was her impartial teammate, but…it wasn't his business. He shed the thought. She belonged to no one and he belonged to no one, therefore they certainly didn't belong to each other.

But more often than not he was angry anyway, almost unable to help it.

A strange new feeling, a gentle one, came over him as he stepped outside into the daylight. He had quickly forgiven every party involved. After all, there had been some truth to Hikune's garbled, crazy words. There would be no point in blaming himself, or Tenten, or even the man that had been heartbroken. He wanted to resolve the problem without fanfare or attention.

He had not approached Tenten yet, deciding that if he ever did discuss this mishap with her, it would be better to do it with a clear mind. He was mostly lucid in spite of the sparks of emotions that flared up, trying to accuse someone or make sense of it all. Neji followed the veranda to the end and turned the corner before pausing at a lonely room. Hikune was inside this one.

They had not spoken since, well…

He knocked once and then slid the door open, letting himself in. Hikune was having tea at a low table and was unruffled by Neji's arrival. He had probably seen the Hyuga heir approaching. Neji took a seat across from him and didn't blink when Hikune shifted to bow on his knees in greetings. At least now he could show the proper respect.

"Please afford me this moment to apologize once again, Neji-sama." Hikune sounded completely normal, "I regret my words and actions."

"I think you regret your words less than your actions, but rest assured, your message was relayed." Neji told him, "I came here to tell you something."

Hikune was silent. He was expecting an extension on his house arrest and mission inactivity. Or, perhaps by prodding the elders, he was about to become the newest member of the Branch House.

"Let's forget all of this."

Hikune's tea nearly went down the wrong pipe.

"It's disappointing that Hinata-sama had to see it. I would prefer if no one else learned of this, not even your brother."

"Neji-sama…you are in a position to destroy any and all credibility I have. It wouldn't make much sense to merely forget what I did to you." Hikune pointed out, "And even if we did put this behind us and pretend that we get along…" His voice was a dark as a storm cloud, "My feelings are unchanged."

"There's no need to change how you feel. I'm asking only for your self-control." Neji stood from the table, "This will be the last time I ask for it. Going forward, I will command it."

"I promise to be civil. Though I don't suppose you have any reason to trust me in the future..."

The young man moved to the door, "I may be a fool for doing so, but I will continue to depend on you as I always have." And as he forcefully shut the door behind him, he thought: But I don't have to like you.

Hikune observed with his Byakugan as Neji stalked away. Only a few years ago, Neji had been known to throw tantrums and look down on others. Today he had a level-headedness that was uncommon among Hyuga heirs. Hikune imagined that he might make a good clan Head after all.

He stood to leave the tea room, entering the main hallway of the house, and Ko watched him carefully as Hikune returned to his room. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he found his father there waiting. He stood with his back turned and arms folded while looking out an open window at a wind-chime. Clearing his throat, Hikune shut the door behind him.

Hideyasu glanced over his shoulder, "I watched Neji go to speak to you. Were you punished?"

"No." He lowered his chin, "He forgave me."

"He forgave you," A dubious laugh escaped him, "What incredible mercy that boy has, don't you think? You could have crippled him for life over something as petty as rejection…and he absolves you…"

Hikune took a seat on a floor cushion and his father, not his benevolent self today, turned to face him, "Well I for one don't forgive you, Hikune. I did not raise my children to act this way, whether or not you were from a noble family, whether or not you were justified…I will never turn a blind eye to such shameful acts."

"Father-"

"I'm not finished," Hideyasu growled, "You owe Neji your allegiance. Before anyone else in this world, he needs you the same way Hiashi leans on me, don't you understand?" His voice was furious, "It is disgraceful to take out frustration on clan members; our Branch house or our Main house. These are the steps we are taking to abolish the Caged Bird Seal: to first treat all of our clan with compassion. We've discussed this."

"I know, Father."

"And what's worse is that you should be setting an example for Fujita. Do you think your mother and I want him to emulate an older brother so foolish?"

"I know you don't."

Hideyasu paced for a few moments, brow furrowed, almost comical in his anger which was rarely ever expressed.

"You're fortunate that Hiashi-sama is understanding! He vouched for you before our clan elders and he left your fate up to Neji." The man's voice softened, "He too was understanding. He didn't have to be." He sat down across from his eldest son, "Tell me why you did it, Hikune."

"You haven't heard already?" His eyes were trained on the floor, degraded.

"There were vague indications that this started because of a girl. Hiashi was trying to make sense of it, but you know him…it's like playing the telephone game…"

"Neji's teammate Tenten and I were very close."

"Ah, and did he discover and object?"

"No, he didn't. She turned me down." Hikune added quietly, "She loves him."

His father looked childishly enlightened, "Oh."

"I reacted very poorly, I acknowledge that."

"Ugh, Hiashi-sama really didn't have a clue what he was talking about." Hideyasu ran a hand through his hair, "He had his lines a bit crossed…" He smiled slightly, "I know that it's hard to have your heart broken, son."

Hikune was silent so his father reached over and tugged him, pulling him into a hug, "Nothing that feels this bad stays this way forever. You'll feel right again before you know it. And remember, when I first fell in love with your mother she dumped me twice…it took three years for her to come around!"

"I'm not so sure that this is that kind of situation…"

"Well there's no way to be sure it isn't." He chuckled, "Now if you're not going to be a brat or beat anyone to death, please go to the Hokage's office and take a mission. A Jounin should not be sitting on his laurels."

Hikune squeezed him briefly before standing. Hideyasu followed a few paces behind his son as he strolled out into the yard, with Ko still shadowing. Fujita could be seen practicing forms in the courtyard and Hikune called out to him. His little brother came scrambling.

---

Matsuri awoke with her face pressed roughly into grass. With a groan she fidgeted, realizing her arms were tied by complex knot-work behind her back. She could see the feet and legs of shinobi walking about the forest clearing, not paying any attention to her at the moment. They conversed urgently in low voices.

Her eyes scanned along the ground to a refuse pile of assorted garbage including beverage cans and foodstuffs. She contained her outrage when she saw her Jouhyou and tool-summoning scroll had been discarded as trash. 'I've been disarmed! But they didn't even want to keep my weapons…' She was immediately aware that she was a captive of the Shin clan. While frustrated by her predicament, she did not despair, 'Maybe I can find a way to draw Sand's forces here…'

"Ongakare-sama! The little runt woke up!"

Matsuri rolled like a log in a futile attempt to make a break for it, but her legs refused to cooperate. She was still under the debilitating effect of Sound ninjutsu.

A hand grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and hoisted her to her knees (since she couldn't stand) and then released her. She saw before her a pale man with narrow, empty eyes; he seemed to be estimating her value. He rolled back a long sleeve and tapped a finger to his chin, "I wonder how experienced this kunoichi is?"

From off to the left a Shin clan lackey suggested, "She's just a Genin, Ongakare-sama. She won't be causing us trouble."

"Hm." The clan leader seemed intrigued, "She won't? I was informed she was the one who turned Menma against us."

Another voice spoke, "We can't make her one of us. She's a stuck-up Sand ninja and she prevented me from recruiting a student. Our ways won't appeal the same way a cozy life in Suna does… " Matsuri quickly recognized the voice of Nobu, the man she had chased after a near-kidnapping.

"So you can't be very useful to us," Ongakare turned his attention to Matsuri, "At least, not without persuasion. Menma was a promising student…I'm very disappointed that he's become a traitor."

"He has a conscience," Matsuri spat, "He knows that it's wrong to take children away from their homes!"

"We provide them with a new home. Even Menma can't deny that he would have perished if not for the generosity of our clan." The man frowned, "Those students who wish to train as shinobi…surely they can decide for themselves what kind of future they want. If they seek to serve this so-called Tide Village I won't stop them, but I can offer training in prestigious arts that Sand grunts can't."

"You'd be welcome if you helped the Tide Village; they appreciate support! But your reasons for being here are selfish: you're only training ninja so you can go after Orochimaru!" Matsuri accused.

Ongakare looked amused, "Did Menma tell you that? Well there is truth in it; however my goal is very far down the road…these children will be seasoned adults with real skill before I even consider striking against my enemies. Just think…" His glare was cold, "What could I accomplish with stupid trainees of your caliber?"

The kunoichi gritted her teeth furiously.

The clan leader smiled, "Now, now, young lady! You know I'm right. Nobu seems to think that we can't trust you…that you'll never acquiesce to becoming a member of the Shin clan." He chuckled, "But a decade of imprisonment can change people's minds. I hope you look forward to it."

The trill of a wooden flute plunged her back into sleep.

---

"Hey! Pst! Wake up!"

Matsuri felt a nudge. Young voices whispered over her face while she lay on her back. She cracked an eye open and saw a child looking down at her, clearly worried.

"You're awake!" His voice was quiet, "Try to sit up…"

Woozy, Matsuri opened her eyes fully and saw three Tide students crowded around her. Her hands were still bound which made her movements clumsy, but she righted herself and took stock of her surroundings. Seated several yards away at the base of a tree there was a Shin clan guard. His chin was tucked to his chest; he had dozed off.

All of the Tide students had their hands bound with rope as well. Matsuri even recognized the girl among them to be the child gifted with perfect chakra control. The two boys with her had bruised faces, 'I don't think they came willingly…' They appeared to be in the same forest clearing as before, but most of the Shin clan was absent.

"You're the captured students?" Matsuri asked quietly. They nodded and so she continued, "I'm Matsuri. I'm a Sand tutor. I'm going to help you escape."

"Did you plan to get captured so you could find us?" A boy asked hopefully.

"Not…exactly," She furrowed her brow, "But I know I can help you. Where are the other students?" She recalled five had been reported missing.

"They wanted to be here," The other boy said disapprovingly, "Those two really believe they want to join this clan! They didn't seem to care that these weird ninja were beating up Gemba and me when we resisted!" He looked to the girl with them, "I'm glad they didn't hurt Miki, though."

"It's only a matter of time." Miki wisely surmised.

"Okay. And what's your name?" Matsuri asked.

"I'm Hisao."

"Alright…" Matsuri peeked over her shoulder at the sleeping guard, "So the Shin clan isn't here?"

"They went with the willing students into the village. Sagi and Jiro are going to help lure other kids away from the Sand ninja and into town." Gemba explained, "I hear the Shin clan talking about using their jutsu to blend in and using sewers to escape…"

The Sand kunoichi pursed her lips, thinking, "While they're gone…how many are here supervising you?"

"Two guards." Miki reported, "One hasn't been around for a while and the other just fell asleep. Should we do something?"

Matsuri nodded, "Yes. But with my hands bound I can't do much." She eyed the guard, "I need to get a kunai off of him…"

She wobbled to her feet and silently padded towards the slumbering shinobi. She came to a good position to kneel down and reach for a holster when the man started and stretched his arms. While trying to think of an alternate strategy she hopped backwards, trying not to be too blatantly suspect.

"Hey! What are you doing over here?" The man barked.

"I…I need to use the bathroom." It was the lamest but most believable excuse she could come up with.

A short distance away Hisao chimed in, "I've gotta go too!"

Gemba feigned sleep while Miki kneeled beside him, deciding not to join the bathroom-break train.

"You rodents think I believe that crock?"

"You don't have to believe it…I just hope you have a change of pants for us." Matsuri prodded, "We can't be kept waiting all day…"

"Bah!" He was clearly frustrated, "Fine!" He grabbed Matsuri and shoved her in Hisao's direction, "Get a move on you two! I'm supervising. Don't try a damn thing or none of you will be shitting for a week!"

When they had marched to a secluded thicket of trees a few paces away, they began to clamor to have their hands freed. He only permitted one to be free at a time, and so he untied Matsuri first, grunting, and pointed to an oak tree where she could do her business. Once out of sight, the kunoichi seamlessly replaced herself with a clone and scaled the tree in silence. A believable sixty seconds passed before the guard saw her again. Her doppelganger returned without a fuss to be tied up with rope. His suspicion had been avoided.

Matsuri watched from a tree branch as Hisao was freed. While the guard's back was turned she positioned herself carefully. In the same moment the Tide student below complained for toilet paper she swooped. Matsuri landed a cruel kick on the back of the man's head and he collapsed with a small sound of shock. Hisao dove in to help her bludgeon the guard senseless and then search for weapons. He had no kunai. She took a spare length of rope and tied his hands and ankles before dragging him into a bush to be hidden.

"Untie them and then follow me." Matsuri advised Hisao quietly, "That other guard might be here any moment…"

Matsuri's replication dissolved as she rushed to where the guard had been sleeping. A small hand drum was at the base of the tree, and beside it was an empty bottle of wine, 'No wonder he was vulnerable…he's liquored up…' She picked up the drum and ran back to the refuse pile where her rope-dart had been thrown away. Matsuri retrieved her belongings and then stuffed the hand drum into a dirty paper bag, 'They won't look for things they care about near things they don't care about…' She nodded to the gaggle of students before rushing into the forest with them.

"What's the quickest way back to the village?" Matsuri demanded.

"It's the same path the rest of the Shin clan will be taking." Miki informed her, "There is a main road over a foot bridge that leads to the business district."

"Then the next best way?"

"Along the side of the river." Gemba replied, pointing to the calm waters held back by a levy, "It takes longer but it can bring us really close to the barracks!"

They raced across the footbridge and the Tide students hurried down a small hill to the water's edge. Matsuri had no time to join them at the walkway below; the second guard was on her heels, howling furiously. He drew a short sword while he charged.

She wheeled her Jouhyou around to keep the newcomer at bay. Matsuri kept the man's eyes trained on the red cloth that was tied eight inches above the metal tooth of the rope-dart. This was a very common trick with soft weapons, she had learned. Brightly colored flags caused enemies to misjudge the distance of the dart at the end of the rope. He dodged clumsily, getting tagged once in the ear, now bleeding, and a second time on the chin; hideous purple from the impact. Matsuri was too fast for him to close in with his blade, spinning and whipping her weapon round and round. The frustrated member of the Shin clan finally leapt off of the bridge, abandoning his fight with her. He ran across the water's surface towards the children.

'Turning your back on me is a mistake!' She swung like an acrobat from the bridge, using the momentum to send her Jouhyou streaking like a rocket to its full length. It coiled around the neck of the ninja who was just short of catching the escapees. With a gag he fell backwards, splashing in a panic before he was abruptly released from the chokehold. When he surfaced the metal dart hit him squarely between the eyes. Matsuri hooked the rope with her foot, spinning it in a final arc, and then lashed the metal tooth down on the crown of the man's head. Unconscious, he sunk like a stone.

Her Tide student companions gasped at the barbarity of the tiny weapon in Matsuri's hands. She hurried across the stream with chakra and caught up to them.

"Jeez! You made those guys look like amateurs!" Hisao was thrilled.

"I'm lucky they underestimated me." The kunoichi observed, "They gave me every opportunity to overwhelm them, and my Sensei taught me to never squander those moments."

The children absorbed the lesson. They ran along the stone path and then followed Gemba into a wide drainage tunnel. Light was limited but the boy seemed to have a grasp of where to step and when turn, unafraid of the sprawling shadows. It was nearly fifteen minutes of navigation and consulting with Hisao and Miki (who had also eluded adults in the tunnels) before they decided to breach at a particular manhole cover. Gemba peeked through before deciding it was safe, and hoisted the metal plate aside. They scaled a ladder into daylight again.

Matsuri looked around, unable to recognize their location, "This is…the suburban part of the city?"

"Yeah, there's only houses and lagoons." Gemba began to run again, pointing to a dockside residence, "That's Inari's house!"

"Oh!" Matsuri was glad to hear it. She doubted Tazuna would be resting at home at such a critical time, but it couldn't hurt to stop by.

Miki knocked on the door and it was briskly answered. Tsunami looked shocked to see the children, "Miki! Matsuri?" She stepped onto the porch, "My father said you were all captured!"

"We busted out! We've got to help the Sand ninja stop the Shin clan!" Hisao updated the woman, "Are Inari and Tazuna-san okay?"

"I'm sure they are, but the sooner you find them, the better. They told me they were going to be in the Academy yards that just opened today." The woman urged, "Please hurry." She gave Matsuri a thankful look, aware that she was responsible for the safe return of the students.

The group took off again with Matsuri at the front. She spoke to the children with her, "Listen to me, I'm going to the center of town. You three go straight to the barracks and warn the first shinobi you see about what's happening. I need to find Kankuro-sama or Tazuna."

They agreed to do as they were told. Once within the city limits the group divided. The Tide students entered the barracks and Matsuri rushed down the main avenue, keeping tabs on the alleyways and sewer entrances in her peripheral. 'I hope they haven't taken any more students! I want to make sure Tazuna and Inari are safe and then ask Kankuro-sama to track the Shin clan with me!' She hesitated to drag Menma back into such messy business, 'I don't know what they plan to do with Menma if they see him again…'

"Stop!"

She paused when a voice from the passing crowd implicated her. Matsuri turned and was confronted by a member of the Sand Sensory corps. Chiyo was puffing tiredly beside him.

"Matsuri, you've been missing for over a day. Kankuro said that you were captured on your way to find me. He wanted to blame me for neglect!" The old woman huffed, "I knew that the Shin clan couldn't contain you for long…"

"How did you get away? We still haven't pinpointed the enemy's chakra signal." The sensor with Chiyo asked.

"We weren't well guarded because the Shin clan is here in the city; they're trying to lure more students." Matsuri told them breathlessly, "I brought three students to the barracks, but the remaining two are helping the Shin clan trick students!"

"That's no good. Many students are visiting the new training yards today." The sensor then took a moment to check the area a few blocks away, "We might be in time if we go there now."

"If you insist on running for the rest of this jaunt then you should carry me on your back, Muta." Chiyo proposed.

"Chiyo-sama…"

She took off at a feeble jog, "Ahaha! You sucker! I'll beat you and the little lady there!"

They sighed in response to the juvenile gesture. Matsuri and Muta overtook Chiyo in a few seconds and she cursed under her breath. They had clear passage down the adjacent road as they made for the Academy. Matsuri watched as Chiyo drew a scroll from within her sleeve and tucked it in her sash.

"I've never felt so lively on vacation..." Chiyo decided with a liver-spotted grin, "Matsuri…I'm going to show you my collection today…"

"Are you serious, Baa-sama?" The girl was shocked. She had never seen the old crone lift a finger to fight.

Chiyo cackled, "Oh yes…and these fools will learn why I am known for clearing the fields of war with a sweep of my hand…"

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Brownies.

Chapter 19- Dismantling