Tsunade was already at the hospital. As early at it was, work had to be done. She went through the different files in her office.

"Chiori Sao…released yesterday." She mumbled to herself. Why was this file still here? She didn't have the time of day to be a hospital with so many other Hokage duties to fulfill.

She threw the old file in the dismissed cabinet, and got right to what she originally came there to do.

Hinata Hyuuga. She opened her file and went over the information gathered.

Was turned completely into solid rock. And then was turned back to normal, and currently is in perfect health. All tests, records and most recent documentations conducted after the event showed her as healthy as anyone else.

Tsunade dropped the file on the desk in front of her and closed her eyes in thought. She couldn't grasp as to what the possible motive of this person could be. If it was to directly hurt Hinata…why would they place a clue to helping her?

She sighed, and left her private office and walked towards the medical room. It was where all medication was stored, anything from IV's to painkillers could be found here.

She unlocked the room and went through the organized isles. She figured all Hinata needed was a multi-vitamin shot. Once she wakes up, she would be fine.

Tsunade took a small container from a lower shelf, and left the medical room, locking the door behind her.

Gaara fumbled in the bathroom. He was surrounded by creams, gels and ointments hung up on shelves and on the bathroom counter.

The oversized mirror was against one side of the bathroom wall and its lights' shone brightly in the dim room.

Gaara eyed himself in the mirror. The more he looked at himself the more nervous he got. It was only now upon arriving to Konoha that he really begun to worry about his actions and words in front of Hinata…and she wasn't even awake yet!

He leaned in on the mirror to really watch himself. Did his hair always resemble a stop sign? He passed his hands through it and felt the soft feeling of it in between his fingers. What about his eyes? There was a dark rim around them from years of lack of sleep. It was then that an idea hit him.

He peered around the room in search of a certain ointment. He went through a couple cupboards until he found it. He held it up and read the label.

Skin So Soft

Do you have annoying blemishes? Imperfections? Scars? Dap on this crème and relieve yourself from low self-esteem!

Gaara threw the bottle pack in its' cabinet. What was he doing? He left the bathroom and walked through the dining room.

If he could handle being the Kazekage of the Sand, meeting a girl is nothing he told himself.

"They're trying to murder us!" exclaimed a voice from the kitchen. Kankuro was bent over, digging through the fridge. "There is nothing worth eating in here!"

Gaara watched his brother in disgust as he ripped out cans, pots, bottles, and containers and threw them out unto the floor if what was inside didn't suite his tastes.

"I can make something for you?" Said a tired looking Temari. Her eyes looked a bit swollen from just waking up, and hair sprung up in every direction. She leaned against the kitchen wall to keep her balance.

Kankuro stopped his fit, and looked up at her with all seriousness. "Tem…starvation is better than your cooking."

Gaara had heard enough, he turned out of the kitchen and walked straight toward the front door. He already knew what was about to go down and wasn't about to stick around for it.

A clash of what sounded like silverware slamming down unto something solid could be heard before he took a stride out the doorway.

Gaara couldn't shake this feeling. It was usually the feeling he got when he was going to be attacked or when something was wrong. The feeling of being watched.

He glanced around his shoulder but noticed nothing out the ordinary. A few people had sat in the corner of the café and had begun drinking their coffee while babbling about how hard work was.

Gaara looked down at the caffeine filled drink before him. To escape the insanity of his siblings, he decided to eat at the villages' first café. He sipped his drink and tried to relax.

"Look who it is!" Screeched a feminine voice.

Sakura who held a cheese bagel in her hand plopped down in the seat in front of him. She seemed to have come out of nowhere, but was smiling widely as if it was a normal occurrence.

"I didn't get the chance to talk to you after you fixed Hinata the other day." Sakura said, while chewing on her cheese bagel. "It's weird isn't it? I never knew anything like that was possible!"

Gaara chose not to reply to that comment. Sure, it was quite bizarre, but thinking about it gave him an uneasy feeling he couldn't quite place.

Sakura hung her head back and exhaled noisily. "I sure hope she's okay."

"I'll be sure to let her know you were by her side, helping her like everyone else."

All color drained from her face. The bubbly Sakura that was in front of him had vanished in an instant. She now looked shaken and almost horrified, her eyes store at something beyond Gaara for a moment until she focused on him.

"Is there something wrong?" Gaara asked, noticing her reaction.

"I just remembered, I start work in a half hour." She replied, jumping up from her seat and stuffing her bagel to the bottom of her handbag. She whirled around and all but dashed out of the café.

He store at the last spot he saw her in. How odd….Was it what he had said that made her leave so abruptly? He stood up and tossed his now, empty cup into the nearest wastebasket.

As he was walking out the doorway, he noticed Neji, sitting at the far end of the café. He had a smirk on his face like he had his own secret and had been sitting directly behind Gaara, which was probably why Gaara didn't notice him. Neji watched him intently, and then turned away as if losing interest.

In the seconds it took Gaara to walk out those doors, did a thunderous bell sound through the village. It was now noon, and time to visit the hospital.

Tsunade opened the door to Hinata's room and walked inside. The sound of the village bell greeted her with its shrill echo.

As if hearing the bell, Hinata shifted in her deep sleep. Tsunade strode up to her bedside, "Hinata?" She called.

There was a whimper, and then her eyes fluttered open. They looked glazed over, and held no emotion.

"Hinata." Tsunade said firmer, waiting for some kind of reply.

Her eyes seemed to focus in on Tsunade, then, in a quiet voice she asked,

"What happened to me?"

There we go! With Hinata finally awake, I can now put my story into action!
Dynamite