Brown hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. A couple inches taller, so that he was taller than her. Thinner arms – less muscles all over (he was more muscular than he seemed, under his clothes). A handsome face, not too handsome, but pleasing to look at anyway.
She'd have to look at it a lot in the future, after all.
Sakura stepped back to look at her handiwork and smiled. Gaara no longer looked like Gaara. She chuckled to herself; she was good.
"Don't cackle like that." Gaara told her. "It's irritating."
"What are you going to do, kill me?" Sakura asked, laughing at him. In this new body, he didn't look anywhere near so threatening. It also helped that she knew there was no way he could hurt her without his chakra.
She saw that he was still holding onto his gourd, and wearing his Kazekage outfit and shook her head. "That won't do." She said. "First, you can't bring that with you.' She told him, pointing to the gourd. "Second; I'll go get you something to wear out of here. Tomorrow, you can go out and buy a new wardrobe."
Gaara was silent, but she could tell his irritation was rising.
She grinned at him. "Come on; we should at least try to get along, or else it won't be any fun at all."
Gaara finally let a frown into his expression. "Fun? Do you think this is supposed to be fun?" He asked.
Sakura shrugged. "If you can't have at least a little fun, then life is going to seem very long." She said, and went out to find him an outfit to wear to the apartment.
Gaara watched her leave and sighed inwardly. "Life is already starting to seem very long indeed."