Isamu hurriedly walked through the Suna streets which lead to the Kazekage tower. It was her 4th day in service. "Oh no, it's already 5:45!" she cried to herself as she walked in the entrance of the tower. The guards greeted her and she responded with a smile. There were only very few people in the building since it was still early. "I know he's been there since 5 am," she thought. She ran up the stairs while carrying his breakfast. Her black hair flew behind her.

Soon, she came upon a door. She smiled and knocked. After a few seconds, she came in with no hesitation. There was Gaara, seated in his large swivel chair with his arms folded across his chest. She checked the clock and smiled softly to herself, it's already 5:59. "Ohayo, Gaara," Isamu greeted gently as she gracefully walked over his desk and put the bundle of food on it.

Gaara just said, "Hn." She untied the red cloth and settled the bento box in front of him. "You seemed to be later than usual," he murmured in his same monotone voice. She obviously stopped then went back to preparing the food. She just smiled and answered, "Ne Gaara, I'm 1 minute earlier." He just looked away and said nothing.

"Please enjoy," she murmured while Gaara split his chopsticks and started eating. Isamu went over the corner where a small table holds a thermos and a bottle of coffee, sugar, cream and tea. Isamu opened the bottle of coffee and made some. She figured out that Gaara likes tea to start his day and coffee after meals then tea before retiring from work. She put the hot mug on his table and Gaara noticeably sniffed the delicious aroma of it. Gaara always loved Isamu's coffee. She would always get his taste right.

She took a seat on the visitor's corner and placed her hands on her lap. She blankly stared at the wall while waiting for him. Gaara couldn't help but lay his teal eyes on her. She sure changed; she's now more feminine and gentle with her words, a complete yamato nadeshiko. She maybe sometimes childish but he is unaware that he is slowly liking this personality of hers. Isamu felt his eyes on hers and she suddenly met his gaze. She unintentionally caught him staring and smiled.

Gaara stared at her gentle smile that seemed to have a warming sensation in his body. He was brought back to reality when she softly giggled. He quickly looked away with an evident blush on his face. She stood up and walked towards him, he could feel his heartbeat quicken. "Are you done?" she asked kindly. He turned to her and answered, "H-Hai, Arigatou." She tugged her lips into a small smile and cleaned the desk and put the bento box back in the bundle.

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"I'll be back for lunch. See you later, Gaara-sama," she seemed to forget to keep the suffix. But Gaara didn't mind anymore or he just didn't notice. With one final bow, she left. Gaara watched as the door closed with a soft 'thud.' He tried to comprehend what happened earlier. There was a feeling of embarrassment when she looked at him. He didn't felt it in anyone yet. He would stare all he wants and won't care if the person feels disturbed at all. That was before.

There were also these weird feelings whenever Isamu is with him: warm cozy feelings in his chest, which feels weird but feels good at the same time to him, some strange fluttering and flappings inside his stomach and a need to be close to her. He never thought this agreement they made would resurface these odd emotions. He would feel lightness in his chest whenever she's around. Happiness? Maybe, because she's not afraid of him like the people or his siblings? He's not sure.

He was feeling slight fear because he doesn't even know what these feelings where. Is it because Shukaku is reacting to her closeness? Maybe the demon wants her blood? He wouldn't want that to happen. He questioned his self. "Why?" He pondered for awhile and came up with an unsure conclusion. "Because she's one of my people." But deep inside, is that really the reason?

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Gaara stopped thinking of those thoughts which have been bothering him since the last 3 days.

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Lunch time…

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There was the odd beating again…

He can't even taste the food she cooked. He tried his best not to look at her sitting form. She looked so innocent to him. He resisted another urge to approach her and read with her. He looked back to his food and decided to finish it right away so he can have more time to watch her. Isn't he a stalker? Anyway Gaara finished off the last piece of shrimp and drank the glass of lemon juice. He silently tidied up the bento box and wrapped it with the cloth. She won't be troubled to tidy up later, he thought.

She looked up from the magazine and looked at him. She smiled and walked over to him. An amused expression portrayed in her face. She then softly laughed, "Oh, you learned how to clean up nee, Kazekage-sama?" He pretended not to like her short laughter and sighed. "I know it even from before Isamu and," he raised a non-existing brow, "I don't remember allowing you to call me Kazekage-sama." She placed two fingers on top of her lips nervously. "Gomen… I forgot, Gaara," she murmured and then bowed. He looked at her with slight annoyance, "Will you stop bowing every time? No, don't bow at all." "Hai," she muttered.

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"Bye, Gaara," she waved her hand shortly and left. Gaara waved his hand hesitantly as the door shut close. He looked at his hand with confused eyes. "I need to speak to Temari about this."

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Dinner time…

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"I'm sorry," she whispered. He looked at her as she was leaning against the wall. "What for?" he asked. "I was late, remember?" she said louder. He smiled but it was not noticeable. "You're only 3 minutes late. It doesn't matter," Gaara murmured. "But I was still late, now you have your dinner late," she said guiltily. "You came, that's what matters," he told her. Isamu looked at him with a slight surprised face. Gaara noticed this and held on with his impassive face. She smiled. "Thanks, Gaara-kun," she softly said.

Gaara's eyes slightly widened since he didn't expect her to say that, plus he earned a new name. "Gaara-kun," he thought. The ebony-haired girl paced back and forth across the room, her kimono swept against her legs. He never gets tired of watching her.

"Gaara," she called, making him blink. "Aren't you tired yet?" she asked. "Of what?" The redhead asked. Isamu sighed, "You know, paperworks every day, problems and such." His eyes averted to his desk, "Yes, but I can't leave this. I need to do my job as Kazekage." She looked at him with a hint of pride in her eyes. "You know Gaara, I look up to you," she mentioned. This made him look back at her with wonder.

"How about you?" he asked, "Aren't you tired yet?" She raised both of her brows, "Of?" He pushed his seat by slowly pushing away from the table leg with his foot, "Of serving me every day." She let her brows relax. "I don't. You're the Kazekage and serving you is an honor." Gaara felt slightly disappointed but then, "But, you know, I enjoy serving you. I get to pleasure someone with my one and only talent." His eyes softened, "talent?" he thought. If only you knew, you were a very talented kunoichi, he said in his mind.

"Do you like my cooking, Gaara?" she asked suddenly after a long silence. "Yes," he answered. He gets to talk a lot with her, much to his surprise. She happily smiled, "Really? I'm so glad!" He stood up from his chair and stayed near the window. He smiled a calm smile.

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IT was already 9 in the evening and Gaara is not yet ready to go home. It was a load of paperworks and scrolls to work at and he's sure that he can't finish it overnight. He heard Isamu yawned softly at the corner. She usually stays only until 9 but he's wondering why she haven't came home yet. "Isamu, aren't you going home now?" he asked. She looked at him with sleepy eyes; he couldn't help but find her… cute. "Hmm? No not yet. I'm planning to stay up with you until you go home," she then smiled shyly, "Can I, Gaara?" The blushing came again, much to his dislike. "B-But, I might be coming home late. But, if you want then-," he said but was cut-off. "Thank you, Gaara-kun!" she whispered loudly enough for him to hear.

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He glanced at her every once in a while. She was already sleeping in the couch. Her lips were slightly parted, making him wonder about something. "How does it feel to touch one's lips with your own?" he thought. The warm feeling was still there.

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He was done with his work. He glanced at the wall clock and it read 12:35 am. Gaara looked at her sleeping form. He let his self to approach Isamu. Her dark hair sprawled over the cushion and tempted him touch it and he did. Gaara felt like kissing it, it was soft. He gently shook her awake but she just moaned in response. He never thought that such a sound can be so pleasurable to his ears. He shook the thoughts away; he can't do anything but carry her.

Gaara took her into his arms and since he was like a chakra vessel, it was easy to carry her with the bento box. He turned off the lights with his sand and went out of the window. He slightly stiffened when she wrapped her arms around his neck before snuggling in his neck. "… Marshmallows, when will the sky turn green?" he heard her murmur. "She's dreaming," he thought.

They soon came to the compound. Good thing he's a Kazekage, he knows where her house is. He flawlessly went inside and into her house. He laid her in her bed and saw her grab a nearby pillow and hug it. He looked down at her and whispered, "Good night," before leaving.

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Teal eyes scanned the sealing as Gaara lay in his bed. Everyone is asleep, except him. He's an insomniac after all. He needs to tell Temari about his supposed sickness tomorrow. And he might be dealing with some questions involving why he's not taking his breakfast in the house anymore. He sighed as he continued to watch the white blank ceiling.

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