Whoa...That's a lotta reviews I got for the last chappie! I'm really glad we got to the exams, aren't you? Note, people have been complaining about the relationship going too fast. I hope this serves as a break. There's also a worry that we're seeing too much Sakura. There's more Sasuke and Gaara in the next chapters, I promise.

Song to Listen to On Repeat:

Dirty Little Secret by All-American Rejects

Disclaimer: Nope, still haven't magically gained ownership of Naruto...(stares at Voldemort, Dumbledore, Snape, and Lupin in disgust) What am I paying you for? Planting daisies? (kicks Voldy) And you call yourselves wizards...

Written exams suck.

Gaara inwardly groaned at the question before him, while Shukaku panicked. It'd been a while since he'd had to remember anything about shuriken trjectories or battle tactics. It wasn't his job to know tactics; that's Temari's job! Kankuro and himself just followed whatever their nii-chan's advice was and prayed that she hadn't made a mistake. She was the planner, He was the fighter/destroyer, and Kankuro...well, he just got to sit back and look pretty for the targets. He felt sudden flares of chakra, telling him his fellow shinobi finally figured out they were supposed to cheat. He smirked, kicked a hyperventilating Shukaku out of his head, and filled out a few of the easy answers himself. Mission or team? Mission. Mission is always first. Shuriken trejectory off a twenty-meter building to a target approx. thirty-meters away from the base of said building? Damn, i hate math...thirty-six meters squared? Sounds about right...

Finishing three questions, he pulled out one of his favorite little jutsus. Focusing his chakra into his fingertips and his right eye, he performed a few quick handsigns, using his chakra to mold a perfect little sand replica of his right eye. He sent it off to spy on his neighbor. Feeling satisfyed, he copied down his neighbor's hard-thought answers in his own tiny, slightly messy handwriting.

Sakura was tearing out her hair trying to answer question three. She could answer the others fairly easily, but this one had her stumped: What is the trejectory of a shuriken trown from the top of a building twenty meters in height at a target thirty meters from the base of said building?

Forehead, please meet desktop.

Forehead status: sufficiently sore.

She groaned, and thudded her fist againt the side of the chair.

"I hate math..."

Sasuke was speeding along nicely now that he was getting all the answers from the person in front of him. Hooray for having the Sharengan and using it to copy pencil movements. He looked over at Sakura when he was finished, and saw her agonizing over a question. Before he could get her attention, he spotted a tendril of sand with a scrap of paper in its grasp slithering across the floor. He watched it deposit said paper in her waiting hand, read it, write something down, and send it back. This apparently gave her the answer, because she wrote down something on the test paper after she sent back the note. He watched her repeat this process several times before Sasuke realized it was a note. He fought the urge to roll his eyes, instead using the saved energy to feed his anger towards their blatant disregard towards the fact they were from two completely different villages. It kind of, but just barely, pissed him off.
The written exam was over. The students and their teams were cleared for the next level, when the next proctor made her grand entrance, via the window. Gaara, Sakura, and Sasuke all thought the same thing: This teacher is a freak.
They were taken to the side of the forest. As they walked, Sakura felt a sudden pressure on her shoulder, and Temari had to move pretty quick in order to avoid being decapitated.

"Hey, watch it! You nearly whacked my head off, pinky!"

"What do you want?"

"Just wanted to warn you about something. Kankuro, come here." Kankuro came over, and joined his sister.

"If you even hurt a hair on Gaara's head," Temari said gravely, "I will kill you before Gaara can even find you. Got it?"

Sakura scoffed. "Why? Afraid I drive him crazy or hurt him?"

"No worries on the crazy part," Kankuro piped up, "He's already mentally insane."

Sakura turned to the two shinobi. "Why do you care? What are you, his keepers?"

Temari and Kankuro both smirked, then collectively blew her out of the water.

"Close," Kankuro said. "He's our baby brother."

Whoa...didn't see that coming...

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