Okay so hopefully I can follow this up well. I sort of gave up on my last Naruto fic.

Disclaimer: Naruto never was mine and never will be mine and I won't get any money because of it. Oh, the same things apply to Inception.

"What's your real name?" Gaara asked, voice low and dangerous. After he'd woken up, he was murderously angry, but not quite with this "Yasumi". From the guilty looks on their faces, Gaara knew it was most likely his siblings' who had given this woman permission to introduce herself in such a way.

"We wanted to prove to you that this dream-thievery thing was possible and sneaky! That's why we did it. We just wanted you to consider this seriously," Temari babbled.

He didn't look at Temari. "You," he leveled his pointer finger at the new arrival. Her use of the name "Kazekage-chan" (which he'd have to remember to object to later) was his only clue she was the same person as the woman he'd spoken to in his dream. "Your name. And don't say Yasumi. I'm sure your appearance wasn't the only thing you made up."

"No, well… Yasumi is my oldest alias, but you aren't going to find out anything older than that about me right now. For the sake of day to day speech in the presence of others, it'd probably be safest for you to call me Saki. I haven't used that one in a while."

Gaara twitched. Sure, it was absolutely necessary she know exactly everything about him, but he wasn't even allowed her name, as the freaking Kazekage.

Whereas in the dream she had been fairly pretty, he noticed Yasumi/Saki was very plain in reality. Her hair was black and messy, and her skin was sunburned, like she had no sunscreen before traveling to Suna. Only her green eyes were completely the same color, and they were smaller than he remembered them.

What in Kami's name had convinced those two this girl was the real thing?.. Before she'd taken a dip into his dream, that is. She looked like a rat who was conning her way through life, rather than a misunderstood scientist who was a couple of missions short of middle class.

The extended silence was taking a toll on the stressed out siblings in the background, while Saki rocked back and forth on her heels, letting Gaara think about whatever he needed to and immersing herself into her own little world.

"I'll think over your offer," he conceded, little grace in his voice. "But you're not sneaking into my dreams like that again."

She nodded. "Yeeeeee-s Sir!"

"Kankuro, Temari, Saki-san looks like she's been ran over by a burning bus," Gaara said, standing up. There was no joke or malice in his delivery of the sentence, and as he walked around his siblings, he said "make sure she gets cleaned up and taken care of."

He was actually still pissed about all of this, but he remembered some of her idle chatter while they were still inside the dream. Something about how everything was just hanging loosely everywhere. There was no guarantee that he could trust this girl, but better to make sure she was taken care of so she had no reason to betray them and run off to another village, blabbing all of his villages secrets. Maybe even personal secrets, just so they have the mental advantage.

Gaara stopped before he'd left the room. "Oh, and you two," he said, as he'd noticed his brother and sister had relaxed their stances just a little. "I'll deal with you later. You're not off the hook."

"Well, I'll hand it to you Sunas. When your Kage-chan says 'get her taken care of'', you don't mess around," Saki said, flopping out onto her new bed, clad in a nice dark blue bathrobe. She put her hands behind her head and examined the ceiling with one swift, suspicious glance before giving a relaxed smile to Temari and the shinobi who'd been sent as protection.

Huh, looked like these guys were actually going to take her up on her offer. Not like she hadn't heard "take care of her" in any other village she'd visited- but that'd never quite meant getting a bath, hair washed, cream for her burns, things like that. In fact, those situations were where the blood she'd had to wash off with the dirt was from.

"We're going to trust you've had enough to eat tonight, as the cooking staff has already went home," Temari said. "But you'll start receiving meals with the Kazekage, his brother, and myself tomorrow morning. Of course, such treatment will only last if Kazekage-sama makes his decision to accept your help, and afterwards, only as long as you remain loyal and do your job efficiently."

Saki yawned and turned onto her side so her back was facing Temari. "Yeah yeah… if we're not eating, I would like some shut-eye. Don't get much of a chance on the road."

Temari twitched, glaring a little. Damn, if this girl really did get such a personal position with the Kazekage… she'd have a higher rank in the village than Temari herself had. She'd always be allowed to talk down to her like this.

She gave a soft sigh, remembering that regardless of this woman's future rank, she didn't plan on being below her like that. "Have a good sleep," she said anyway, though her voice may have been slightly less formal.

Have a good sleep. Have a freaking good sleep. She hated when people told her that. She had problems sleeping on her own, what with her usually not having a safe place to… but when someone wished Yasumi a "good sleep", or anything of the like, she could barely shut her eyes.

"Good night, Dear, sleep well," Baa-chan smiled into the tent from the outside.

"Night! Night, Nee-chan! Have a good sleep!" Megumi crowed in at her.

Yasumi's eyes snapped open. And that's why she couldn't sleep. The effin nightmares were ridiculous.

Sucked that nightmares was the only time she could dream now, right?

She sat up, rubbing her face with her hands. Smelling her hair falling around her. Maybe that was bothering her too. She hadn't smelt shampoo and soap in much too long. It was pleasant, but suffocating.

She needed somebody around. That's the only thing that ever made her feel better when she started to get like this. Hating herself, hating the world… terrified of her subconscious.

Swallowing, she got up and peeked her head out the door. Gaara-kazekage was in the hallway, walking.

She smiled weakly, then shook her head to remember who she was, and put a little more animation into it.

"Yo, Kage-chan! Oops- KAZEkage-chan!" she called, practically singing. "What're you doing up?"

She knew he wasn't the social type. She wasn't that dense. But he didn't glance in her direction, didn't say a word or make a sound. Didn't stop walking. Just kept going, as if she wasn't there at all.

She frowned, going back in and closing the door. Hell, now she remembered. She remembered exactly why she didn't go to people when she had panic attacks like this. She didn't have anybody.

Outside, Gaara had only stopped walking when her door shut. That woman… she had the same eyes. The eyes he'd seen on Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto. The same eyes he had.

Did not really count on myself getting any ideas for this but it happened sooooo I'm good. Review if you liked it, pwease. : )