First off, I'm sorry for not updating this in a while and I thank you all for being patient.
That being said, this IS a short chapter.
I'll get to work on the rest of the story soon kaaaaaaay?

Kakashi, Ino, Asuma, Shikamaru and Choji sat in the Kazekages office before Sabaku no Gaara.
Despite knowing the 5 shinobi before him very well, Gaara seemed nervous, continuously twitching his head to the side and frequently adjusting the large gourd on his shoulders – a quirk that Shikamaru found very odd considering the usual, placid and statue-like nature of the Kazekage.
They had been summoned before Gaara just as they were about to leave the village, for what reason they had yet to find out.
But if the Kazekage had requested them personally, it must have been important… right?

"So, Kazekage-sama," Asuma began, prompting Gaara to jump slightly and knock over a small bottle of ink, "How can we be of service?"

Clearing his throat, 'Gaara' hastily mopped up the black inky liquid with a tissue before he began.
In all truth, he had no idea why he had summoned them, all he knew was that he had to delay them from returning to Konoha.
When Sasori was last in Sunagakure, nearly 30 years ago, the village had had terrible problems with excess sand being blown in from sand storms – they still did of course, living in a desert and all.
It was the first thing that popped into his mind when Asuma and Kakashi looked at him so intently.

"I uh… Need you to er… stop the sand… storms…"

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow whilst Ino burst into giggles, clearly thinking that 'Gaara' was making a very out of character joke.
Yes well… Not the quickest thinking on my part, Sasori frowned to himself.
He glanced back and forth between the 5 shinobi, putting on the best serious face he could muster.
Whether it worked or not was any ones guess, although Kakashi rolled his eyes to the ceiling with a tilted head, actually looking thoughtful of the idea.

"Kazekage-sama… I'm… tempted to believe that you are joking…?"

Sasori glanced at Shikamaru nervously.
Pein had warned him in advance of the lazy Konoha jounin.
Lazy as hell, smart as fuck – his exact words according to memory.
It wouldn't matter of course, as long as he stayed in character… Which conveniently, was the problem.
Gaara hadn't even been born when Sasori had left Sunagakure, his personality quirks and background traits being foreign to the puppet master.
In the short amount of time he had spent with Gaara, all Sasori had learnt was that he was quiet, to the point and showed pretty much no emotion.
If he was to continue this charade, no jokes were to be made.

"No, Shikamaru. I am not joking."

Choji looked up from his packet of chips in confusion.

"How are we supposed to stop the sandstorms?"

As tempted as he was to practice what Tobi had began to call 'head-desking', which was essentially the same as face-palming… but with a desk… and your head… Sasori resisted, instead listening to the input Ino had oh so intelligently made, "You can't stop sandstorms, it's against gravity and momentum and physics and stuff."
Sighing heavily and throwing his head back in revulsion of the idiotic girl, Sasori had to at least admit that where intelligence was concerned, Deidara had definitely picked the right person to impersonate.

"So stopping sand goes against the laws of nature, but walking on water, walking up walls, jumping to bizarre heights-"

As Sasori continued with his list, he slowly stood up, physically voicing his displeasure at being denied his self admittedly stupid request.
It wasn't until Asuma chuckled that things began to get personal.
Pointing at each of the shinobi before him in turn, Sasori continued angrily,

"-breathing fire through a mask without setting it aflame, wearing next to nothing clothes without getting sick, using air to make your weapons stronger, becoming a bottomless pit to make room for the unfathomable amount of food you eat, being smart enough to solve all the worlds problems but instead lazing around watching clouds and not to mention- "

Jumping on top of his desk in a fit of irritable enthusiasm, Sasori gestured to everyone present and cried out,

"-We are all freaking ninjas with superpowers! I fail to see how you can't stop a bit of sand with your 'amazing' capabilities!"

Standing on top of his desk glaring down at the Konoha shinobi, Sasori realized that despite his argument seeming valid, it really really wasn't…
The Hidden Leaf shinobi seemed to notice it too, but it wouldn't do well for Konoha to refuse to help Sunagakure, especially when the Kazekage had asked so nicely.
Shikamaru sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, deep in thought,

"I guess we could build a barrier of some kind…"

Sasori jumped down from the desk and smirked.
Maybe he should have stayed in Suna and become the Kazekage instead of leaving to become a missing nin…
He had a feeling it would have been fun.

Short chapter I know…
But I have to stop and seriously consider where I am going with this story.
It really was a spur of the moment idea and I didn't really think it through.
Expect updates soon… just not REALLY soon lol.
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