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Que Sera Sera	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Heyy guys! :D

So it's me again…and I'm back with another chapter! With not necessarily the number of reviews I've been getting, but the number of views my first chapter had, I reconsidered and decided to write this chapter, and continue. I've spent several days writing this one chapter, trying to get it to work out. For some reason, I just couldn't get it to work out, so I kinda put something together out of the versions I wrote. Sorry if you don't like it, but as I said, I wasn't expecting to continue so here we are. Haha! Well anyways, hope you enjoy! And again, sorry it's so crappy.

Haruno Sakura had always thought the transition from the fire country to the wind country was beautiful. Starting from her home, Konohagakure, the landscape was thick with green. The climate in Konoha was mild, and although it would occasionally get hot, it was suitable for many species of plants, herbs, and trees to grow. As a result, the environment surrounding Konoha was lush, green and lively. However, it could feel suffocating. Sakura knew that firsthand.

The whole area was surrounded by forest, and while the trees were beautiful, it enclosed the village like a vise. With the help of the cliffs, of course, the village felt like a trap; it felt as if the village had a chokehold on all enclosed within its clutches. Everyone could feel it, and Sakura could especially feel it because she was a shinobi.

If you were a shinobi-no matter what village you belonged to-you were controlled. Shinobi were told what to do with their lives, when to leave home, even when to put their lives at stake. Order had to be obtained.

In the wilderness, Sakura was free. At least for a little while she could breathe, and pretend to be herself. That idea in itself added to Sakura's enjoyment to leaving the village (for missions), but the real treat was the desert.

But first, she had to have a reason to go there.

Then, it came to her.

Tsunade, the fifth Hokage of Konoha and Sakura's ex-mentor, had given her a mission to Suna.

For a whole year…

Sakura smiled.

Her mission was to train Suna's medics, and hopefully make an impact on the efficiency of their hospital. Sakura had reviewed the reports of the progress of their patients, and she almost snorted. The ratings truly were terrible. Firstly, the staffing issues had to be confronted. Civilian doctors being overworked and having to tend to injured shinobi? That simply wasn't acceptable. For minor wounds, sure, but not serious ones, because their chakra networks could also be damaged and need to be repaired. Only a steady amount of chakra could do that, and only trained shinobi medics could control chakra. Shinobi need shinobi medics, period. If the need arises, shinobi doctors could tend to civilians, but the need for that is rare.

Suna must really need some help in their medical department, and that made Sakura all the more eager to get to her destination. Pumping chakra to her feet, she continued on her way, although this time at a faster pace than before.

When you get past the forests of Konoha, there are many rolling green hills and pastures, perfect for farmland. There, you could also find a wide variety of herbs and flowers. Konoha medics and often genin teams were sent here to collect the plants that could not be stored or grown in Konoha's greenhouses. Sakura also spent much of her apprenticeship in these fields, taking what she would need to concoct whatever complicated medicines and salves her shishou would demand of her. More than once, the two women, mentor and apprentice, would roam the fields, and discuss the potential uses for each plant.

That was years ago, however, and Sakura had already far surpassed the old woman.

Yes, she had far surpassed the old woman…

…the old woman to whom she owed her entire career. She truly owed her shishou a lot. One day, she would make it up to her.

Eventually, when you emerged from the meadows and the rivers and other water sources started dying off, you would reach the border between the fire and wind countries. Though most would think that the border would be heavily guarded with shinobi, most borders are not. The great shinobi wars had hit everyone's numbers pretty hard. It is impossible, with the numbers available to most villages right now, for there to be shinobi stretched across that wide of a distance and the border to still be heavily guarded. Thus, there are only a select number of guard towers and bases set up on each side for border patrol.

Which made crossing borders undetected ridiculously easy…for shinobi, anyway.

It is here, on the border, that the grass slowly dies away, and plants and other greens become sparse. The water sources dry up the further you continue, and with the region getting so little rain…

There is sand.

A vast ocean of it splays out across the landscape, moving and rippling as the wind soothes the body from the almost unbearable heat. The sand shifts, moves, slinks and crawls. It flows along, caught in the winds current, being pushed around and told what to do.

The sand reminded Sakura of herself. It seemed as if she and the sand had a lot in common.

The whole of the landscape was sand being blown around an endless horizon. There were no obstructions like trees or shrubs or grass to get in the sand's way. Each grain could be carried off into the breeze, and Sakura envied it. The sand was free to go anywhere.

It was free.

The sand had hope. The sand had opportunity, with no obstructions. The sand was carefree.

Yes, Sakura envied it, and she loved the desert because of it-because of all these reasons.

Either way, Sakura unwrapped the cloth that was protecting her face from the sand and wind. She was nearing the giant, looming structure of Suna's main gate.

Haruno Sakura had arrived in Suna.

~~~~~~The Night Before, In Suna~~~~~~

In Suna, Kankuro of the sand was staring out at the starry night just outside of his room. From where he was standing, which was on the balcony outside of his quarters at the Kazekage mansion, the sand's shifting made it look as if the ground itself was moving. Under the faint glow of the desert moon, each sand particle reflected the dim white light, and when this sensation accompanied the wind shifting the sand, it truly did look like an ocean. Waves of the glittering sand crashed upon dwellings and walls, building up into piles and shifting away just as quickly, disappearing.

Kankuro thought life was like that, too.

The sand-the physical evidence of the life we all live-is blowing around all the time. Constantly, the sand is moving, shifting, slinking, taking hits and whatever else life throws at you. The sand bounces light off its back, while fighting the many currents of the wind. Each current wants the sand to go its own way, until finally it gets thrown together in a pile, overlooked and a nuisance to the people who just have to move it out of their way in the morning.

The sand was much like himself, Kankuro mused.

There was a constant light shining on him, whether someone needed his help or just glorifies him because he is the Kazekage's brother, and the former Kazekage's son. They throw him into the spotlight, and he nearly drowns in it. Then he has to fight the currents of the wind-those who determine his future-the village elders, in other words. They are always and forever will be trying to control the lives of himself and his siblings. Who they will marry, what duties they will perform, it didn't matter to them, as long as they got their way, and someone was always left unhappy. On every subject, there were at least four different opinions, like the wind shifting from different directions. It was constantly fighting to control which way the sand will move until there's no where it can go, until it turns out to amount to nothing, and ends up forgotten.

Yep, that about explains his life right now.

Kankuro was trapped in the Kage mansion and Suna. Everything and everyone only saw him by his rank, or by his lineage. Nope, nothing mattered to them but name and rank.

It did not matter that he was a human being, and did not wish or need to be used by people claiming that they loved him, in order to brag about how "far they got" with Kankuro of the Sand. That happened often.

It also didn't matter to them that he was a shinobi, bound and set on protecting his village at the cost of his life, no matter how many times they screwed himself and his family over.

That was saying something in itself, and yet, still nobody cared.

At least, until she came along.

Sure, she was only doing her job and all, but damn it, she cared. She cared that his little brother "the monster" had been captured, and even died. She cried over Chiyo's body when she sacrificed herself to save Gaara, and she hardly even knew Chiyo! They had only met hours before!

She cared…

She had tended to Kankuro himself when he had almost died from Sasori's poison. He remembered that very well. Hours had dragged on and on while pain tore through his body. Even in his sleep, he dreamt of pain. It ripped through every cell in his body. He could feel his organs slowly shutting down; he was slowly deteriorating.

Kankuro had honestly thought he was going to die…

…Until it all stopped.

When he awoke, the first thing he saw was green…a beautiful, jade green. It was swimming in his mind.

Green-The color of life, of rebirth. It was his new favorite color.

It was also the color of her eyes. How fitting.

She changed his life. She showed him his life could be different.

Haruno Sakura-The medic kunoichi from Konoha.

She was the former student of the Godaime Hokage, and she was the top kunoichi in her academy class.

She was ridiculously smart.

She had perfect chakra control.

She had vibrant pink hair, and jade eyes in which you could lose yourself.

Even with this information, he still wanted to get to know her, to befriend her.

He wanted to be close to her.

It looked like he was going to get the chance.

She was to arrive in Suna tomorrow to train their medics, Kankuro remembered from the briefing earlier. Temari, Kankuro's older sister, was to be her escort/guide around Suna, and Kankuro was to make sure both Sakura and the hospital staff behave. She had a renowned temper, Gaara had mentioned, and he wanted as little trouble as possible. Sakura was also to give her reports to Kankuro, and Kankuro was to report to Gaara from there.

'So basically, I'm in charge of the operation, but I tell Gaara what's happening while Temari takes her shopping,' Kankuro groaned, 'Just great. So if something goes wrong, it's my ass, not hers.'

Although Kankuro's mind was racing, he knew he had to try to sleep. She was going to be here tomorrow, after all, and he needed to be rested to greet her.

He didn't know why that frightened him, but it did.

He didn't understand how a girl he had only met a couple of times (and actually conversed with on an even fewer number of occasions) could affect him so. He was a shinobi; he shouldn't be getting worked up over a kunoichi…

…even if said kunoichi was gorgeous, and once saved him from death.

Confused, alone, and angry at himself for being so weak, Kankuro went to bed.

A few minutes later, after much tossing and turning, the boy finally fell into a peaceful sleep, and a content expression crossed his sleeping face. Only in his dreams was Kankuro of the Sand truly happy, and a small smile crossed his lips as an image of his green eyed angel appeared in his dreams.

Hey!

So if you didn't read the caption above the story, read it. Lol. I spent quite a bit of time writing this chapter, and I came up with a couple of different scenarios of how to get this going. But, unfortunately, I didn't like any of them. They just…didn't seem to fit. So I kinda threw this together from both versions I experimented with, so I'm sorry if this seemed…dodgy. I did try, though…but all well. This was just the intro to Sakura and Kankuro meeting, anyway. Now that she's in Suna, I should be able to work with this some more, and turn it into something decent. I would have completely scrapped the intro, but I wanted to establish the setting and the mood of the story, you know? This way Sakura and Kankuro's feelings are all laid out and we know exactly what their lives and thoughts are like before they meet. Anyway, its late and I want to get this posted, so let me know what you guys think!

-Kasie.
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