Chapter One: Heavy
Gaara tapped the edge of his pen against his desk as he read over an alliance agreement between the leaf and the sand. He liked to thoroughly read through every document before signing his name even if though he trusted Tsunade.
He sat at his desk with piles of paperwork around him and a small cactus stood at the edge of his cluttered desk. His office was trashed but organized by a to do pile and a finished pile of papers that were ready to be sent out. His only window in his office was open as the night desert air seeped into the room and helped him stay focused.
He wore his normal Maroon outfit with his gray belt as his gourd rested against his legs. He had noticed that recently his outfit had been rather loose on his body but it was not uncommon for Gaara to dramatically gain and lose weight according to his job''s demands. His red hair was ruffled and peppered with sand and his teal eyes were faded with fatigue as he read.
He let out a small yawn as he turned the page. Gaara rarely ever slept and when he did it was in short bursts. He usually just crashed at his desk when his body gave out. The only time he ever seemed to leave his desk anymore was to use the restroom. He would even skip meals as they were a waste of time when he had to complete such a large pile of papers with short deadlines. These demanding and tedious tasks did not bother Gaara. He knew that this was what it meant sometimes to be the Kazekage.
His thin, cracked lips moved as he mumbled out the last sentence of the alliance agreement to himself and nodded as he signed his name on the dotted line. He rolled up the document and placed it in a tube that he would have his carrier eagle send out in the morning.
He looked at the clock on the wall and the time read 3:43 am and he let out a sigh as he gently massaged his neck. He looked at the remaining pile of paperwork and closed his eyes briefly before he grabbed another paper from the pile and started reading the next document.
The document was about the water shortage in the village and he dissected the paragraphs as he tapped his pen once more.
He got halfway through the document when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach that quickly faded. He ignored the moment and continued to read and annotate. The clock ticked slowly and another sharp stab ringed through his ribs but this pain lingered and intensified. He held to his side and thought about the last time he had went to the bathroom and knew that, that was not the cause of his pain.
He got up from his seat and slowly stretched his legs and arms. He took the document with him as he slowly walked around his office. The walking seemed to slowly soothe the pain but his head began to feel light and fizzy. He put the document back on his desk and supported himself on a bookshelf as he let his eyes close. His side pinged again with pain and his head drooped.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, he vision blacked out and his body fell to the ground with a large crash.
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