As always I own nothing. Naruto belongs to another.

"Lovely Love, did you sleep well?" Pale fingers stilled in their task of tangling themselves within the thick red locks of the owner of the voice that just spoke.

"Yeah! Well, I was thinking that we might be able to go wind gliding after I fix us some breakfast. Maybe take a walk through the green house garden after lunch, then just do nothing. Sit here and watch time pass us by. I might even let you hold me while we do so. How does that sound?" Without stopping even to breathe Gaara's wife rushed throughout her reply with a surprisingly high amount of enthusiasm for such a soft spoken person.

The sea foam green eyes of the Kazekage held a warmth that only a few were lucky to witness, his wonderful wife was one of them as he took in her presence. Something deep down told him that this wasn't going to happened again, that this wasn't meant to happen. Ignoring the odd pesky feeling, Gaara took in the gorgeous female that laid next to him, head propped up on her forearm as the other hand continued its path through the wild locks of red hair, a wide smiled played on her lips as she watched her lovely husband.

How could this not be? Gaara was slightly confused but wasn't really in the mood to dwell on the odd feeling.

"The last part sounds the best, the nothing part won me over." A mock boredom wore on his almost bubbly voice, well bubbly for Gaara's standards that is.

Giggling and unable to completely clear the grin from her pale lips, Gaara's wife attempted to state in a very hurt tone. "And here I thought it was the part with me."

"Oh, that's just a bonus." As if this was the most obvious answer.

"Ah-uh! So you wouldn't object if I got out of bed?" Siting up, legs crossed beneath her, she awaited her answer.

Placing both hands behind his head, eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling above him, Gaara replied in his famous monotone. "Not at all."

Taking her answer as the go ahead, the ok to leave, giggling to herself, Gaara's wife unsuccessfully attempted to craw over him and out of their bed. She was stalled in her progress, half sitting on him, half leaning over her husband. The pair of hands that somehow found their way from behind Gaara's head to clasping around her wrist in less then a second which had Gaara's wife laughing even harder.

Unable to hide the wide smile that now owned her sweet lips, Gaara's wife continued to eye his grip as she spoke in her most Gaara-like voice that she could mustard up. "Well I kinda need my arms."

"I personally don't mind, but it appears that my hands do. They seem to have a mind of their own. I just can't control them." As if they were some unruly students of whom their teachers had had enough of. It was sad really, his hands just wouldn't listen to reason.

"Oh well in that case, I guess I can stay. Just a few minutes any how." Leaning over, hand firmly placed on either side of Gaara's hip, she gently placed a soft kiss across kanji of love on his forehead. "I love you, forever and ever," Pausing she waited for him to finish.

"And always and always."

The sunny Sunday afternoon sun fade as reality came to once more.

Large lavender tinted white eyes held Gaara's attention as slender fingers softly removed themselves from his temples.

"Sir, can you hear me?" Hands paused in mid strive, hovering mere inches from Gaara's cheek, the creature that held his attention spoke in an octave just above a whisper, worry laced heavily within her child like innocent demeanor.

"What?" He didn't mean for it to come out sounding as harsh as it did, he simply had no idea what she had just asked him. Where was he? Why does he hurt so? Oh how he hurt, all over.

Biting the bottom lip, cocking her head in a mixture of concern and confusion. "You fainted, Gaara-sama. When was the last time you slept?"

Hinata was perplexed. Gaara seemed truly confused and at a loss at what had just happened. For somebody who fainted as often as she did, she was fully aware of what had happened when she came to; every time. For Gaara not to, worried her, there was something blocking his mind from processing his current situation.

Propped up against the elevator door, Kankuro snorted before he replied to the question that his dear little brother was going to dodge. "The day before you arrived."

Still hovering over Gaara, with one hand firmly against the floor next to his hip holding Hinata up as the other covered her mouth in shock. Eyes wide, Hinata whispered her bewilderment out loud. "Nine days? Gaara-sama you need rest. This is unhealthy, you can die from being overly sleep deprived."

Sea foam green eyes study the odd girl above him as he continued to lie on the cold elevator floor. This female was strange, she seemed completely concerned and truly feared for his well being, not because of his position in his village but because he was a person. Gaara had a feeling that she would be as worried about any random stranger that she came across that was in need of medical service. How odd?

And what was even stranger then her odd persona was their position on the floor. She was clearly invading his bubble of personal space, but there was just something about how she was doing it. Or maybe more the feeling she was radiating with, it was something odd and unusual and yet very comforting. There was something that seemed familiar, something that had his curiosity overriding his usual discomfort in close contact with others.

This feeling was like an old memory that he couldn't quite remember. Why couldn't he remember? He barely knew the young female, but he remembered her, she was the quiet Hyuuga that had always followed Naruto around, her crush was obvious to even him, but his blond friend was always unaware of her affection for him. She was the same one that almost lost her life by her cousin's hand during the Chunin exam. He just couldn't remember whatever he had lost. What was it? Why is this so familiar?

He couldn't remember for the life of him, but Gaara wasn't the only one aware of his strange comfort with how close she was.

Rolling her eyes, Matsuri stated in a very unlike her tone. "You could get off of him, ya know. It wont hurt ye'ah."

Where had the sweet little Matsuri gone? The ever so polite and soft spoken girl that Kankuro and Temari had grown to know appeared to vanish whenever the paled eyed Leaf nin was present. The two older siblings shared a few looks between them. Both were well aware of the strange look Gaara held within his ever changing green eyes; his facial expressions were blank as always, but the two siblings could read the strange questioning look within them. It appeared that Hinata was the only one that wasn't aware of her close proximity, or even her compromising position that she was currently in, until Matsuri's snide remark.

Falling backwards onto her bottom, red as an apple, Hinata's eyes widen as awareness of the situation sunk in. "My-my a-apologies Gaara-sama."

"And she stutters. Great." Hands on her hip, Matsuri couldn't help but smirk at Hinata's misfortune.

Standing up, Gaara dusted off his Kage robes as he eyed his former student. "Matsuri, thats enough."

A light pink dusted her own cheeks as she mumbled her reply to her shirt collar. "Yes sir." Matsuri wasn't familiar with her former sensei, and idol, to scold her. She was one of the few who he was kind to.

Moving past the small little crowd, Gaara made his way to the entrance of the elevator. He really didn't have time for this, he was the Kage after all.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Gaara didn't even need to turn to face his older sister to know that both hands were on her hips, ruby red lips set in a firm line; she had used a mixture of her concerned motherly and 'I mean business' tone. If he wasn't in such a poor mood he might have even smirked at the sight.

Still facing the elevator door, Gaara spoke in a tone that suggested that his answer was obvious. "To the council meeting."

"That started five minutes ago, Hinata sent Shino in your image to take your place. None of the old men on the council will be able to tell Shino's imitation of you isn't the real you. And by slim chance they can, they're smart enough to keep their mouths shut. So, my advice to you is take advantage of the break lil bro. Get some rest."

"I'm fine now, Kankuro, I'll take over."

To everyone's shock, it wasn't Temari or even Kankuro that stepped in to reprimand Gaara's poor choices.

"No. You will follow me." Standing between him and the now open door, head held high with shoulders squared, stood the once shy Hinata.

Wide lavender eyes held Gaara's emerald gaze. Kankuro was mildly surprised that Hinata was able to hold her gaze for as long as she did before shifting back to her less aggressive and almost meek demeanor. "I-I-I just meant th-that-" Forefingers nervously tapped each other while Hinata grew even redder.

"You are in no shape to continue, and you will comply with what Hinata tells you to. Matsuri and I will take notes on your behalf during the council meeting." Stepping past the fumbling girl that blocked the door, Temari half spoke, half shouted as she made her way to the conference room.

"Gaara-sama this way if you will." Bowing her head, Hinata lead the way.

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