A/N: Yayz! What everyone is currently waiting for! Ok… a few notices for people…:

To the 99 of my reviewers:

Thanks so much for your support and care because without that I don't think I could have wrote this chapter. I don't mind any of you guys to PM me if you want or anything… If you have a question about when I'm going to update then just ask me. (Note: ASK but not BUG) I've been freeing up more of my time lately so I've been working hard on some ideas for each chapter. From those of you that looked at a fanfic called: '20 ways to annoy Gaara' you would know that I have a friend called Kaye, she's been helping me with plot building since we went swimming and I had a great idea! Lol! Look out for the upcoming chapters for more GaaraSakura fun!

To the 1 of my reviewers aka The Flamer…

To really put it in words that don't involve swearing I would like to say a large FAT:

'If you don't like my chapter please just GO AWAY'

I've never had a proper flame before and all I can say is that if you think you can write better then do it and don't be mean and tell someone that: 'The chapter was crap' cuz as I explained in my profile I don't like getting flames, I don't mind criticism and suggestions that what parts you don't get and I can explain them properly but to just insult someone that deliberately spent time typing all this out is really just picking a fight. I have other things to do in life. I do NOT sit around on my butt all day and do nothing. I have a LIFE. I have to go to school, I have exams, and I have FRIENDS. I don't know how someone can just say that someone else's hard work is 'crappy'. I spend most of my time in a day at school and after school activities. If you ask me to give up everything I like just to make YOU happy then you probably have something stuck up your butt.

Now… sorry to those nice reviewers that have to put up with that but if there is another flamer that dares to flame me then they are going to get one heck of a shouting at.

GIANT Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto I wouldn't be here writing FANFICTION.

Chapter 7: War in the home front

Sabure,

How have you been lately? Not having a fight with your brother and sister again are you? They seem really nice. How's that co-worker of yours? Still a pain up the backside? She seems like someone I would get along with! Lol, you always said I was annoying.

You never blocked me though. XD

I guess that's the way it's always been with you and me. We have fights every other week but it never seems to get out of hand. I wish that one day I'll be able to see you and your siblings. I've been having the week of from hell. Getting harassed was at the very bottom of my list and somehow it ended up happening. I mean, jeez… All I ever wanted to do in life was to just get a job, get married and have kids. Now, what I have is a crappy job, a perverted boss, no social life and a LONG way from having kids. My friends are all busy with their own boyfriends and I really don't want to bother them, I feel like a burden when it comes to them. I moved away from him to stand on my own two feet, not to always rely on people. After he left all that was in my head was this little chant:

'PROVE HIM WRONG!'

And I guess I'm finally starting to stand up I get pushed straight down. I heard from Boar-chan that he's pissed lately with his new girlfriend. You know what that means.

He's coming to get me.

Hanako

Flashback

He strolled into the room, silencing the room with one small grunt. His red hair shone in the morning sun and made spiky shadows on the table, he allowed himself several seconds for to calm himself down again, he had only just recovered from the shock from finding out this morning this piece of news. Everyone in the room concentrated on the young man and silence rang through the room. He closed his eyes and sighed, for all he knows there could be a spy here. He opened his eyes at the sound of the door being opened. They were late. Again.

"Gaara… What's with the crack of dawn meetings? I just got home." The blonde said as she shifted to sit on Gaara's right hand side while the other man sat on the red head's left hand side.

His face was still emotionless as he quietly muttered to Daisuke to shut the door. The man complied and quietly shut the door and sat at on the left hand side of the brown haired man.

Sakura sat down on the blonde woman's right and remained silent, the eerie silence remained in the room until the red head looked up from his desk and raised his voice:

"Everyone that works for the Uchiha's get out."

Her blood froze at that moment. She thought… almost… for a second there… that he… just said…

Uchiha

His jet raven hair and his onyx eyes came to mind, his attitude and his sweet gestures. That smile of his that would make her go crazy, the smirk that he had when he told her finally how he felt. The blood red sharingan. The last thing she saw before she walked out. His hair spiked and his eyes determined, his face emotionless and his mind set only for revenge. How much Gaara reminded her of him. She remained silent but she wanted to get out. When she finally thought that she has escaped him, when she thought everything was really going to be ok. Then it all came tumbling down. What the hell is he doing here? The Uchiha name belongs only to him now, his brother now thrown out of the family business when he killed their parents. She had known all of this during the years she travelled around, it was on the headlines for weeks.

A few men left the room as Gaara spoke and she could only ponder silently why those men that were supposedly working for Gaara be part of Sasuke's men. Gaara sighed as he opened the blue folder that he brought in and passed another 2 folders to Temari and Kankuro. The others including her didn't get a folder and remained silent, the tension in the air was unmistakable and the look on everyone's faces could determine that the situation they were in was indeed very serious. The red head looked up again and said:

"When I talk to Uchiha-san he told me that he told his men that they were not allowed into my building until I give a heads up signal. I mean it when I say GET OUT!"

His voice rang out through the room and echoed through the whole length of the room and a few more men walked out, shutting the door quite loudly as they exited. The red head's secretary was more concerned with why Sasuke had anything to do with Suna Corporation. Suna was millions of miles away from Sound and specialised to electronics, Sound specialised in medicine and research. She waited patiently for Gaara to start as he settled back down in his chair; his outburst did a number on everyone except his siblings who sat emotionlessly with occasional glances at one another.

"Gaara… What's going on?" His brother asked and the red head muttered one word:

"Takeover"

End Flashback

He coughed down the rest of the brown liquid as he looked over the papers that littered on his desk. He was on his sixth cup and his black rimmed eyes were already bloodshot from the caffeine. It was near midnight already and he was still in his office, the city lights dim and the desk light being the only thing that shone over his mahogany desk. The clock ticked silently and the moon rested on the side of his window as his ink pen was set down on the desk. He was pissed as hell. Who the hell thinks that they can knock him off his seat as the manager here?

Uchiha Sasuke.

That brat.

They had met briefly before in their teenage days, his attitude managing to attract many girls and his charm woven around women of all ages. They hated each other from one look. His eyes were stones. Set solid rocks. They were set on a goal, a purpose. They were similar to his in a way but the only difference in them was the one thing that got him the places where he is now.

He re-wrote his life.

They said that he was born a monster; he accepted that fact and moved on. He kept his head down and wouldn't dare to look up. Living in the darkness was nothing new to him, rays of light pierced his skin and the shadows soothed it better. They said his purpose on the earth was to be a weapon, something to be feared. Something that shouldn't be loved. Something that isn't human; isn't the same as everyone else.

Sasuke was never born a monster; he was loved by his parents. He had fan-girls; he had people that would have been his friends. People never ran away from him just because of what or who he was. He envied him, the famous Uchiha. He had everything. He had nothing.

His eyes narrowed as he remembered more about the now infamous Uchiha.

He left his home village in Konoha and went in search for power. He wasn't satisfied with what he was offered; he was a greedy bastard that wanted things he couldn't have. Leaving people behind was something he found to be selfish. To abandon those that love you and cherish you was something the red head considered a crime. He never had people that trusted in him, he never had people that were willing to care for him without the order of someone higher up.

Sure, he was born from a rich family, the family that owned the Suna Corporation and had a place in politics but it was never the life people always thought it out to be. There were maids and servants, obedient to their master or mistress who would wait on his call, giving him 24 hour attention if needed; he always felt that his childhood was one spent on alone. His mother dying from the moment he came into the world he was the subject of gossip and hatred by everyone that knew him. His father was always away from home and even if he did come back for something like Christmas he wouldn't spare him one glance or even a word. Love wasn't given to him. Pity was not needed. Hatred was fired at him from all angles.

He never had anyone that would care for him, love him or even anyone to talk to; unlike the Uchiha. They wouldn't make a big deal if he suddenly went missing or was kidnapped. Hell, they probably wouldn't even pay a ransom to get him back. The raven haired man was mourned over; cried over and was never forgotten.

"Stupid arsehole…" He muttered as he looked over more legal documents. If it was anything he hated it was paperwork. He took deep breathes and tackled more paperwork, determined to get through it by tomorrow morning's meeting.

Her peach skirt hugged her hips and her skin coloured tights stretched to accompany her legs; she buttoned her jacket and quickly did her hair with a comb and brush, holding her hair tie in her mouth. She was going to be late and she wasn't going to give Gaara a chance to have a good tease about her again. She ran through her small apartment in search for her keys.

"Damn stupid keys, damn stupid early meeting, and damn stupid pervert called Gaara…" she muttered as she cursed her keys. She needed a key finder for her next birthday. As if on queue the phone rang, she was half temped to just let the phone go off while she was in search of her keys but it could be something important; she moved swiftly towards the cordless phone and grabbed it off the wall.

"Hello? Haruno Sakura speaking."

"Hey Forehead, it's me. Shi-t-suka called this morning again. Damn her voice is sooo annoying. No wonder Sasuke wants to kick her out"

"I thought they were getting married. What happened?"

"Good question, Shi-t-suka probably got on his nerves. I almost feel sorry for Sasuke. Then again he got off light; she gave me a mouthful when she called this morning, saying that you had something to do with why her beloved 'Sasuke-kun' isn't the same. I just left the phone hanging and went to get myself a cup of coffee, when I came back she was still having a good go at me."

Sakura laughed at that, it was just too much like Ino to ignore Shizuka. She nearly caught onto the habit of calling her Shi-t-suka as well. She treated everyone like dirt on her shoe, one thing that probably made her similar to Sasuke. They both had egos the size of the globe.

"Ino, I'm kinda rushing to work, my boss called us all for the crack of dawn meeting and I have to be there or he'll give me a hard time."

"Hehe… That handsome red head eh? He's a good catch-"

"Ino stop playing matchmaker or I'll kick you back into the farm you come from Boar-chan."

"Fine forehead, you make sure you save me a seat at the reception of your wedding!"

With that she hung up, leaving a pissed Sakura and a threatening pair of keys that somehow was found in her coffee mug. The pink haired secretary rolled her eyes and ran towards the door, determined to make it into her meeting.

She almost tripped as she ran through the park, the wind tugging at her skirt and blew her hair into a mess as she sprinted across the dawn coloured trees. The streaks of light that came from the early sun lit the almost leafless trees as the weather zoomed closer to winter. She was only a few minutes away from the office and she could already see some of her co-workers walking in, rushing to get in to avoid the red head's wrath.

The warm air of the heaters blew at her lightly as she made it through the automatic doors and ran up the stairs. Crowds of people waited at the lifts as it slowly moved down from the 24th floor. The blue vain that was close to her temple almost popped as she raced through the door for the emergency stairs. She was damn tired and he made her get up at bloody 5 am in the morning. Of course like any other sane person she slept in till 7 and now she was rushing for her life.

Flight after flight of stairs she ran up until she got to the 6th floor, her breaths were pants and her hair still sprayed all over her face. She opened the emergency stairs door and her eyes widened.

The WHOLE office was empty; her co-workers weren't in the office. Instead, they crowded around her like bees to flowers and practically hovered over her.

"Haruno-san! Haruno-san! You have to come here immediately!-"

"Sakura-san, we need your help-"

"Sakura-senpai! We have a problem!-"

They surrounded her and almost suffocated her, it was too un-natural. Her co-workers were people she wouldn't normally hang out with and may give her a dirty look here and there, it was way too suspicious for them to suddenly turn so… needy.

"Ano, Sakura-senpai… Gaara-sama hasn't come out of his room since we left. Even Vice President Temari is about to bring down the door… We were wondering… If you could…." A dark haired woman asked as her lavender eyes looked down, the other co-workers weren't keen on this new girl and she was constantly picked on. Her small stutters were laughed at and she was the joke of every conversation. She had gotten on well with Sakura over the past few days and one of the only people to help her out during the coffee fiasco that Gaara ordered.

"Hinata-chan, I don't have the key… I thought Vice President Temari had one… Or maybe-"

"Sakura-senpai… You don't understand… The door isn't locked… Gaara-sama… Gaara-sama is… sick…" Eyes fluttered around the room as the group of office workers muttered quietly. Gaara held the world record for stubborn and wouldn't get ill even if you forced him to stand out in the cold in a T-shirt. He had a killer immunes system that lets him work 24 hours a day.

"Don't tell me Hinata…" Sakura's eyes wandered around the room at the faces of her other co-workers. They set her up for this… all of this… Even Hinata-chan… "Sakura-senpai… Gomen… You're the only one able to do it… Hisuma-san, Akko-san and Hikouma-san demanded using their status to nominate you as the person to cure Gaara-sama before the media gets a hold of all this... We can't take him to a hospital now... Gomenasai…"

Her eyes seem to tear up slightly and the pink haired woman sighed. It wasn't Hinata's fault… She glanced at the group of women that was eyeing Hinata with disgust. It pained her to see that even in the face of other people they can glare at the petite woman openly and show their disgust.

"Hinata… That was unnecessary… You didn't want to do it too. Don't make it sound like we forced you Hinata. Don't forget your place. You're-" Her eyes narrowed, the emerald turned slightly darker than it normally did, she strolled down towards the woman, not caring if she pushed against some of her co-workers and-

SMACK

Her hand rolled off her cheek, a large hand print glowed on her face, the curly haired blond was shocked beyond all reasons, and she lied down on the marble floor as she was knocked off balance, her hair was messed up and the buttons on her mini-skirt burst and her tights were ripped. She screamed and kicked and shrieked like a banshee as her group of followers tried to cover her up and drag her away. Hinata ran up from behind the fallen woman and grabbed Sakura's arm.

"Sakura-senpai, we have to go! If Hisuma-san finds us she'll kill us!" They sprinted down the hallway, towards Gaara's office, the wild screeching of screams never died out

"Jeez… How do people survive here?" The cherry haired secretary thought as she followed silently at the petite woman and speeding up her pace to avoid what was to be inevitable.

A/N: Yeh… gd question… I'm so sorry readers, but I've been very ill and have revision for my exams that are coming dangerously soon. I think the next update should be early May and late May ( My b-day!!!!) And I can't push updates through cuz things are getting hectic and I'm not feeling my best at the moment. Thank you for all the support and I hope you all enjoy your Easter Holidays

Love,

BlueSkyHeaven

PS: Sorry this update was late, a few days ago I finished this chapter and was about to post it up when Fanfiction said there was an error when I tried to download... So I finally uploaded it today!