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Two hours later, all of the papers had been read, and Temari agreed that it was time for a break. Sakura asked if there was a deserted area that she could demolish.
"I really need to kill something," she growled, flexing her fingers, "but I suppose that since Naruto's not here, obliterating a building will do."
Temari shrugged, used to her friend's insane power. "Sure. There's a building that's liable to collapse; nobody will miss it – it'll be gone before long anyways." Sakura grinned and they stood up.
"Should we ask Kazekage-sama if he wants to come with us?" Sakura wondered. Temari opened the door and stepped behind it as a chair came rushing out at her. Sakura, being experienced with flying objects (Tsunade had very good aim, even when blind drunk), reached out and snatched it. Setting the chair down gently, she rolled it into the room, walking calmly in after it.
"Temari-chan and I were wondering if you'd like to come with us to demolish an old building. Stress can cause a need for violence – so can boredom," she added on an afterthought. "Temari-chan and I did it last time she visited Konoha."
"How is watching a building being knocked down any fun?" the redhead demanded. Sakura shrugged.
"I don't know. Ask your sister; she's the one who always watches," she replied.
"No, thank you, then," he muttered. It would be no fun to spend an hour with is sister. He wondered what Sakura would be doing meanwhile. Sakura nodded. Before she left the room, though, she turned and smiled at him.
"Oh, and by the way, Kazekage-sama; I don't think you should throw chairs. Leave that to the old ladies like Tsunade-sama." Winking, she added, "But don't tell her I called her old." Laughing softly, she danced off with Temari.
Gaara watched as his secretary left, puzzled at her manner. Though she could be professional at times, she had a childish manner that popped up every so often. She was good at dealing with cranky (and, he suspected, drunk) people, and good-humored. He had a strange secretary indeed. With a sigh, he turned his attention to the paperwork at hand.
The first punch brought down the left side foundations. That was her left hand. Her right hand took off the top of the leaning building. Pushing chakra into her foot, she slammed it into the ground. A wall of gravel four feet high rose, knocking the remains of the structure down. Once the dust had settled, Temari gaped at a deep rift in the ground through the middle of a completely empty site. Sakura was significantly more relaxed.
"I'll need to apologize to Gaara-sama about that ditch," she commented cheerfully. Temari flapped a hand carelessly, having fully recovered from her shock.
"Nah, leave it be. I just hope that nobody complains…" she said vaguely. "He hates paperwork." Sakura winced.
After stopping by a chocolate store, the shinobi walked back to the office. They'd just sat down when the Kazekage's voice rang out.
"Temari! Get in here!" The spiky-pigtailed kunoichi rolled her eyes as she got up.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Geez, can't you ever be polite?" she called. "How troublesome." Sakura stifled a giggle.
"You've been hanging around somebody too much," she teased. Temari blushed and whapped her on the head before leaving.
Gaara was furious. Three people had sent complaints about the wreaking of the old building his pink-haired secretary had mentioned earlier that morning. When his sister stepped into the room, he immediately launched into a tirade, yelling loudly but not at the top of his lungs.
"Temari! Three people have already complained about that old building you went to go watch being torn down! Three! Do you know how much paperwork it took to satisfy them? And what if somebody had been in there? It came down in three hits! Three! And now there's this huge rift in the ground! Anyone who was stuck in there would've had not chance to escape!" He sat down again, breathing hard. Temari only blinked. She'd expected something like this to happen.
"I'm sorry, otouto-kun, but Sakura and I checked to make sure that the building was completely empty. No one was in there. And it was taken down with care, otouto-kun. Each blow was carefully calculated."
I think, she added to herself. People usually don't calculate when relieving stress…
Gaara still looked livid. Finally he growled, slamming a fist down on to the wood of the desk. "You may go, Temari," he said through gritted teeth. He sat with his hands supporting his head, deep in thought.
"Wow. Kazekage-sama must be really mad." Sakura shivered as she noticed the dark silence coming from the room separated from theirs by a door. "I'll go apologize." Temari didn't look up from her reading.
"Try to come out alive, Sakura," she advised kindly. Sakura laughed and stepped into the room.
From the Kazekage's expression, he wanted to kill something – it reminded her of the way he'd looked at the Chunnin exams. The young woman steeled herself and approached the enraged redhead. When he looked up and glared at her, she bowed her head.
"I humbly apologize, Kazekage-sama," she murmured. Before he could speak, she was back at her desk with a sheepish expression on her face.
He wondered why she had apologized. For some strange reason, he had calmed down sufficiently enough to speak normally.
"Temari!" he called to his sister, who heaved herself up with a sigh and plodded into his office. "Send in whoever was in charge of tearing down the building." The blond shinobi smirked.
"Oi, she apologized already, didn't she?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Give her a break." She gestured at the pink-haired secretary, sitting demurely at her desk and reading.
Gaara blinked, taken aback. "She knocked that old place down in three shots?" he demanded. Temari scowled.
"You know that Tsunade – the Hokage herself – trained Sakura. Don't underestimate her," she warned. She even inherited the old lady's temper when dealing with Naruto… ha ha! She thought to herself.
"Why would she knock down a building and create that huge ditch everyone's complaining about?" he wondered aloud. His sister shrugged.
"Stress relief; you have no idea how boring it is to sit there for hours, reading reports on close to a hundred women from all over Suna – and some that aren't even from here," she replied nonchalantly.
Temari watched with amusement as her normally stoic little brother colored just the tiniest bit.
"Gaara-sama," Sakura called from her post in the next room. "You're scheduled to meet Hirashi Sonoki-san at five for dinner. Please be ready in five minutes."
Gaara sighed heavily. "Let's not and say I did," he pleaded plaintively, sounding like a child. Perhaps he'd expected her to stammer a feeble protest; perhaps he'd expected her to let him get away with it. Whatever he'd been expecting, however, it was not what happened next.
Huffing, Sakura stood up slowly and stalked over to the Kazekage's desk. Temari grinned behind her hand so that only Gaara could see it. Placing her hands on either side of the stack of papers he had been reading, Sakura stared him in the eye. Something about her expression made Gaara want to shrink away, something he'd never felt the urge to do before. When she spoke, it was quite and deadly.
"You will go and have dinner with Hirashi-san. You will be polite, and you will act like a human being, not an ice cube. Do you understand, Kazekage-sama?" The last words were laced with an almost nonexistent threat, but it was heard nonetheless. Gaara actually shivered, hesitating only a split second before gulping and nodding.
He had an urge to say, "H-hai, Sakura-sama," meekly, but refrained from doing so when his secretary herself bowed respectfully and added, "Arigato, Kazekage-sama." Turning to Temari, she sighed. "Perhaps you should go with him; just to make sure that he behaves," she muttered. The blond grinned openly now, shaking her head.
"Why don't you go?" she asked teasingly. Sakura pushed the hair out of her face, grimacing.
"I can't. I'm female; I'm unrelated; and I've got to plan tomorrow's schedule for Gaara-sama." She glared at said redhead when he tried to protest. "I'm sure that no rabid fangirls will attack him with one of Suna's most powerful kunoichi escorting him." Temari laughed, eyes dancing.
"Well, I'm sure that not rabid fangirls in their right minds would even approach the Kazekage with an 'unrelated female,' as you put it," she replied. Sakura snorted.
"But most of them aren't in their right minds. Besides, you don't want to spawn rumors, now do you? That would ruin his chances of getting a girlfriend, and I'd be stuck here forever! Plus, he'd never get his teddy bear back," she muttered, staring pointedly as Temari went red and began mumbling.
"Right you are, Sakura. I don't know what I was thinking…" She laughed weakly.
"That's the problem – you weren't thinking at all. Well, Kazekage-sama; hurry, please! Don't keep the young lady waiting!" Sakura turned briskly to him as he stood, pulling him up out from behind his desk.
"I don't want to," he said firmly; then recoiled as she glared at him. Sakura took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly. He was just like child, that's what he was. When her eyes opened, he was smirking, certain that he had won the argument. Ha. As if. The smirk dropped as the pink-haired medic-nin opened her mouth. Gaara shrank back, shivering.
"I don't care what you want to do – now go!" she snapped, pushing him to the open door. "Have fun!" Just before the door closed completely, Temari collapsed onto the floor, dying of laughter.
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Hi!! I'm really sorry if Gaara is OC in this story, but… I like him this way. Sumimasen and gomenasai if you don't!!!!!