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Gaara scowled. As he walked, he pondered over the mystery that was his secretary. Something about her scared him. It wasn't the way people were scared of him; the way they seemed to disappear when he was nearby – no, it made him want to obey her every word. He smirked to himself as he wondered if, perhaps, that was what it felt like to have a mother: someone to obey and someone to care for him unconditionally – even if he didn't always obey. His thoughts were rudely interrupted, however, when a loud squeal split the air. He groaned as he caught sight of fourteen or fifteen teenage girls. They rushed towards him with their arms open – to be stopped by a wall of shimmering rubble.

Sakura stood, with her arms crossed, at the end of the line of now settling stones and sand. It seemed that she had slammed her foot into the ground – much like she'd done earlier. The stern expression on her face changed to a look of disgust as she coolly regarded the gaping fangirls.

"Are you Kazekage-sama's fanclub?" she asked emotionlessly. "I'm sure that you're very eager to mob him –" Gaara shivered "– but he's got a date to go to. No, not with me," she added sharply, catching the glares that were sent her way. "Someone else. So scram! before I set Temari-san on you." The girls fled. Once they were out of sight, the pink-haired kunoichi smirked and stomped her foot lightly, finger tapping on her arm. It was a controlled stomp; there was not even a cloud of dust as the sandal hit the sand.

Gaara stared at her. "H-hai, Sakura-sama?" The last part slipped out, though luckily it was in a very small voice. Sakura cocked her head curiously, forehead wrinkling as she concentrated. "What's wrong?" His voice had regained its normal volume and deepness.

Sakura stood; she heard the Kazekage ask her something and snapped out of her trance. "Yeah. Sorry… thought I heard… it's nothing." I could've sworn I heard him say "Sakura-sama," but he's the Kazekage, for Kami's sake! Why would he call me Sakura-sama? Nah, it couldn't have been. "Well, Kazekage-sama! Don't keep Hirashi-san waiting! Hurry!" she chided, pushing him forward. When she found that he wouldn't move, she grabbed his hand and tugged, pulling him along like a stubborn child.

It was a good thing, Gaara thought to himself as his cheeks flamed (Sakura didn't notice), that everyone was afraid of him. If they saw the Kazekage himself being dragged down the street by a pink-haired girl, they'd never let him live it down! He sighed and bowed his head in defeat.

Finally, they arrived at the restaurant. The instant Sakura let go of his hand, he tried to disappear, but before he knew it, Sakura had hit a paralyzing point on his neck. He couldn't move. When he finally looked at her, she raised an eyebrow and shook her head slightly, sighing. She pressed the release points, allowing him to regain control of his body.

"Looks like I'll have to stay and make sure you behave," she muttered under her breath. "Unless you want me to send Temari-chan," she added as Gaara opened his mouth to argue.

"I-it's fine. You don't have to send her," he said hastily. "Let's go." He pushed open the door and stepped in. After taking one look around, he halted in horror. Sakura hadn't noticed that he'd stopped and bumped into him.

"Sumimasen, Kazekage-sama!" she exclaimed quickly. Noticing his expression, she frowned. "What is it now?" Following his gaze, her eyes settled upon a blond young woman who was sitting alone at a table. Red hair (obviously dyed), green contacts, "love" tattooed on her forehead (though messily), and even a little Gaara plushie on her purse – yep, they were trying to set him up with another fangirl. The kunoichi sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Gaara-sama, but she comes from a good family and Temari-chan thought she'd be a good match for you." Her mouth quirked into a wry smile. "Or perhaps to torture you."

Hirashi Sonoki had caught sight of Gaara and was waving furiously at him. His "escort" smiled brightly and pulled him over. Sonoki's smile faded when she noticed the emrald-eyed kunoichi.

"Who's that?" she asked loudly. Sakura brushed it aside, shrugging. She pulled up a chair and sat.

"I'm his secretary – Temari-san sent me to make sure that Kazekage-sama doesn't run away. So just ignore me," she said, producing a folder of papers and a pen as if to prove her point. Sonoki relaxed and nodded, turning to face Gaara. She began talking in a high-pitched voice that hurt everybody else's ears. Sakura began writing.

Gaara sent some of his sand to spy on his secretary's notes. He shuddered as he saw the schedule. She was going to be busy, that was for sure. He saw her smirk out of the corner of his eye and her fingers formed an unfamiliar seal. When her pen touched the paper, it no longer wrote in ink, but in glimmering green chakra. (A/N: It is green, right?)

Don't worry. I've got some headache reliever up at the office, he read in her neat handwriting. Now pay attention to your date. When he looked at Sakura's face, she inclined her head the tiniest bit towards the still-talking girl.

Gaara scowled and obeyed. Finally the food came, and the red-haired young man wondered how it was that Sonoki could eat and talk at the same time. She would make Hatake Kakashi envious – he couldn't see the food in her mouth even as it was wide open! Gaara had ordered a small dish – the smallest he could find on the menu. Glancing at Sakura, he noticed that she hadn't even looked up when the food arrived. A faint frown was beginning to form on her face.

Sakura closed her eyes and counted to ten before opening them again. Sonoki's voice had created a ringing sort of effect in her ears.

"Ichi. Ni. San. Shi. Go – " Halfway there, she was interrupted by a pause in the steady flow of the other girl's speech. Opening her eyes at the highly unexpected stop, she noticed that Sonoki was looking at her. Gaara was looking at her as well. It became apparent that she had been asked a question.

"I'm sorry; could you say that again?" Sakura asked. The Gaara-fanatic blinked and tossed her "red" hair over her shoulder.

"I said, what are you doing?" she repeated slowly. Sakura grimaced at the papers in front of her for a split second; then her faces smoothed over as Sonoki leaned over to try to see them.

"Oh, this. I'm organizing Kazekage-sama's busy schedule," she answered evenly, shifting the whole folder so that all the writing was hidden. Gaara scowled. Sonoki pouted, her features turning from pleasant to on the border between beauty and ugliness.

"But why are you making him meet other women?" she whined, correctly guessing the contents of Gaara's schedule. "What if he wants to stay with me all the time?" she reached across the table and tried to grab his hand and hang onto it, but he managed to save his arm in time. The emerald-eyed girl smiled vaguely and went back to her work, saying nothing.

Fifteen minutes later, Sonoki had finished, so Gaara paid and they left. Luckily, Sonoki's "mansion" (she called it) was in the opposite direction of the office, so they parted at the door of the restaurant.

As Sakura and Gaara walked, he noticed that the folder had disappeared, and that her pretty face was no longer a mask of stone – yet, being a ninja, she didn't openly display all of her emotions.

"You seem more relaxed," he stated flatly. It was an observation, not a question, but Sakura answered anyway, shrugging.

"As opposed to trying to stay sane around her? Yeah, I suppose I am." All of a sudden, her eyes closed and she dropped to the ground. The sand formed a cushion beneath her body before she hit the ground and jostled her back to consciousness. The medic-nin raised a palm to her forehead, blinking. Seeing where she was, she quickly stood and thanked Gaara, who only frowned at her.

"When was the last time you ate?" he asked abruptly. Sakura blinked and thought for a moment.

"So you haven't eaten in days" he demanded. "Why didn't you stop for food overnight?"

Sakura laughed faintly. "Of course not, Kazekage-sama! I started out early this morning so that I could be here this afternoon – before dawn. Oh, yeah. I also had a piece of chocolate when Temari-chan and I went out this afternoon. Must be why I was so happy while we walked back." She shrugged sadly. "But now it's worn off." After a minute of silence, though, her face lit up. "I packed a bar of chocolate just in case! I wonder if I should eat some…?"

"You walked from Konoha to Suna in half a day… when it would have taken a normal ninja two days…?" Gaara said slowly. The pink-haired girl nodded, shrugging.

"Tsunade-shishou told me that your old secretary was… gone – " at this, a satisfied smirk settled on Gaara's lips " – so she said I needed to be fast before you killed Temari-chan. To make sure, she locked me in a room with Lee-san and Gai-sensei all night." She shuddered, remembering the strange occurrences that had happened. "I couldn't go fast enough to suit myself. I feel so sorry for Neji and Tenten. To be stuck with those two…" She shook her head in horror. (A/N: They cried all night. And snored. And danced with little pink and green bunnies. Bunnies! confetti falls Um, okay then. Back to the story!)

By now, they had reached the door to the office. Sakura reached for the door, but Gaara used his sand and took them both straight to his room, nearly scaring a cleaning maid to death in the process. She screamed shrilly before noticing who it was.

At the high-pitched sound, Sakura's headache doubled in strength and she passed out, falling backwards into Gaara. He caught her just as Temari, who had also heard the scream and had come in to investigate, walked in. As the fan-wielding kunoichi stared, the maid edged out of the room.

Temair grinned, but as she opened her mouth to speak, Sakura groaned, stirring slightly. Gaara scowled at the doorway through which the maid had left.

"She hasn't eaten a good meal since last night," he said, looking at his older sister. "Hirashi gave her a headache with her whining, and that woman – " he glared at the door " – just made it worse, I suppose. Where is she staying?"

One of the junior secretaries rushed into the room, breathing heavily. "Excuse me, Kazekage-sama, Temari-san," he huffed, bending over. "We just received a message… Hisha-san says they need you there."

Temari held out her arms, sighing. "I'll take her back, otouto-kun. I wonder if we have anything in the refrigerator for her to eat when she wakes up… Jan e!" With a wave, she and the unconscious Sakura were off.

Gaara turned to the young man next to him. "Let's go," he growled.

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