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Desert Rose	By : TsurugaRin Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Oh, God, oh GOD! The Kazekage of Sunagakure thought her food was delicious? Such plain food whipped up in haste downstairs? Quick, she had to thank him, but no words came out. She was losing her head.
"Sorry?" the dashing young Godaime Kazekage was looking directly at her.
No, don't do that, I'm going to faint! She thought, the heat on her face intensifying. Stop! STOP!
Instead of casting his eyes away, Gaara leaned in instead.
That did it.
With a final choked gasp she collapsed into darkness.
***
Warmth was spreading through her body. What was this comforting feeling? Was she dreaming? No. The warmth was constantly moving; she was moving? Then it hit her - someone was carrying her. It was soothing. Who was it? She tried to open her eyes but they were so heavy.
Suddenly the person carrying her stopped. No don't stop, she wanted to say but her voice wouldn't come. She groped around instead finding her arms responded sluggishly. She grabbed at the person's chest. A leather buckle?
And then she was moving again, the gentle swaying lulling her, then soft silken sheets against her warm skin and she welcomed the soft mattress beneath her.
Someone was close. The distance between them so small that the persons unique smell filled her senses and they smelt amazing.; earthen and musky with a hint of spice. She strained against the weight of her eyelids and only managed to flutter them apart enough to see the silhouette of the figure hovering over her in the dim light. Spiky hair?
Naruto kun? She thought, not realising she'd uttered the same out loud in her half-conscious state. But no, she revised her thoughts instantly. She'd followed Naruto around for years and his scent was unmistakable. The boy smelt of ramen and deep green forest, not this sophisticated heady earthen aroma that was so utterly intoxicating. And it was fading from her too.
Damn it! Why wouldn't her body move? Why, when she wanted so desperately to grasp at this person, to tell them to stay with her, did her body refuse to respond to her commands; her lips refusing to form words and her eyelids feeling as if someone had tied them down with weights? If only she could just MOVE! Her eyes sprung open and the light of the oil lamp on the bedside table flooded her vision.
She wasn't in her guest suite; instead she was in a large plainly adorned room that reminded her of a manicured hotel room; a well placed painting here and an art deco rug there. Then her eyes fell on a broken picture frame on the bedside table propped up against the wall. Behind the broken glass the faded picture of a young lady with sandy brown hair stared at her smiling. It was oddly juxstarposed against the impersonal setting of the rest of the room. She wondered who the picture was of and why it was in a broken frame. The smiling face looked somewhat familiar too.
She sat up and a gust of wind swept across her, bringing her attention to the open doors that led to the room’s balcony. There, standing in the cold, she spied him. Not the Godaime Kazekage of Sunagakure but Sabaku no Gaara, the man. Bathed in moonlight that highlighted his red leather trench coat and spiky hair, his opaque aqua eyes were cast up to the sky. He looked so vulnerable and uncertain in the stark light; so alone. A face she was sure he never showed a soul. Something shifted in her heart, like a switch she didn't even know existed was just flipped. Her body and mind were warring with each other on whether to stay where she was and just watch him or go over and envelope him in her arms. They were both not something she would have ever considered normally, but the way she was feeling, the surreal situation she was in, was completely out of character.
Taking a deep breath to still her heart which didn't quite work, she glided over the floor to where he was.
Gaara didn't even sense her coming. His was so distracted with his own thoughts. Thoughts of her vulnerable in his bed; of him a few steps away from her form. Close enough to touch her, feel her, take her, but he couldn't. Not just because it was wrong of him to abuse his position like that but because she was thinking of another man. The mere thought of her thinking about Naruto was driving him to insanity.
"Kazekage sama," she said, reverting back to formalities, startling him for the first time in many years; no one tried to sneak up on him without regretting it. His sand started to skitter around him again.
She bowed to him before his face turned her way, but even her figure in the dark was alluring to him. Damn it, why did she have to wear a kimono, he could see the undulations of her figure through the patterned material. He clenched his fists to resist the urge to just jump her where she stood.
"I apologise for intruding on your personal room." She was glad to find her voice came out steady. "I will take my leave now."
She swivelled on her heel and left without looking back or waiting for a response.
He wouldn't have been able to say anything anyway, no words came to mind. He just didn't know how to process everything. The fact that she went back to calling him Kazekage was not missed and he couldn't deny what these feelings were for her either. But he'd already vowed to keep his distance; what could he have possibly said now to her? He squeezed his fists tighter, knuckles going white from the strain. This was as bad as when he had to control the Shukaku. How did she evoke these feelings in him in such a short amount of time? Sure, his eyes unconsciously strayed toward her ever since she'd arrived but for his feelings to develop into full blown desire hit him like a tonne of bricks. He wanted to follow her, to force her to look at him, only at him and it took all of his willpower to not go.
Inside her own room, Hinata let her guard crumble, her breathing became erratic and she clutched the kimono fabric around her chest, trying to contain her pounding heart that was doing its best to force its way out of her rib cage. A light blush crept up her neck, when she thought back to Gaara's majestic figure on the balcony.
"Gaara sama..." she whispered into the night. Of all the years she'd chased Naruto she'd never once felt this way; intensity that could crush all her senses and cause her body to melt at the same time. Wave upon wave of tingling from head to toe made those girlish feelings of light headed fainting seem so shallow and petty. There was no comparison, her feelings for Naruto were akin to a childish crush; these feelings? They were so much more.
This was love.
And, with a sinking feeling, she realised not only was he way out of her league but as the emissary that was to maintain the alliance between their two nations, to her, he was completely off limits.
***
They both threw themselves into work, neither one mentioning that night. It was amazingly easy in fact. While they worked together they never really saw each other.
Hinata would wake a few hours before dawn don her Chuunin attire for some practice time - she'd learnt her lesson from the first day; practicing in a kimono and then spending the rest of the day in it just wasn't comfortable.
Gaara would follow her and watch her practice from a distance, then he would head back before her to eat breakfast and set up her meal in her room himself before heading upstairs to start his day. Hinata would eat, change, than take up her own post for the day. She organised for dinners to be sent up to their own rooms at around seven pm every night and made sure that she ended the work at the same time each day, advising those that came too late to come back the next day. A month rolled by without either of them even communicating to each other but than the Suna siblings returned from their mission.
The day started as normal. Hinata was practicing as the sun came over the horizon. She'd gotten the speed of her shield up to one hundred per cent and was in the process of evolving the jutsu so it was offensive as well as defensive when a strong gust of wind rushed toward her.
Temari clicked her tongue in annoyance as her 'joke' was dispersed by a flurry of sand before her wind could hit Hinata's half created shield.
"So you were there little bro?" She said.
Hinata had come to a standstill huffing slightly - she had been practicing for hours already - startled to find not only the Suna siblings coming toward her but also Gaara from the other side.
"I came to welcome you back," Gaara lied, hoping neither of his siblings caught him out. Inwardly he cursed himself for stopping Temari's jutsu. The girl wouldn't have hurt Hinata with such a weak, playful wind and he wouldn't have exposed his position.
Temari missed the cues but Kankuro looked thoughtful.
"Really?" Kankuro said, pulling his little brother aside, "How'd you know we'd be back today?" he whispered in his ear.
"Hinata, we have work," Gaara said, ignoring his older brother's raised eyebrow. He knew Kankuro had realised his game but was not about to give him any fuel for his fire. As long as he didn't say anything to Hinata he would be fine and he knew he wouldn't tempt Gaara's anger.
"Oh, Gaara!" Temari's eyes widened. "No honourifics? Is this how you've been treating our friendly emissary?"
"What are you saying, Temari? He doesn't even call me Aniki, you expect him to start acting civilised now?"
"Get back to Sunagakure you two and freshen up. We will debrief this afternoon." Before anyone could say another word, Gaara left hurriedly. He didn't want to linger any longer in case Temari caught on too. Unlike Kankuro, Temari had no scruples in stirring up the situation even with Gaara's wrath to contend to.
Temari and Kankuro both looked at Hinata questioningly.
"This afternoon?" Temari asked. "Not now?"
Hinata shrugged helplessly and also left the two Jounins behind.
***
"Hinata sama!" a pair of voices called in unison and Hinata looked up from her clipboard to see two identical blonde sand nins grinning at her. The twins were her age but had been Chuunin for two years already and tended to always be together even doing missions as a tag team.
"Hikaru kun, Hiro kun," Hinata greeted them warmly. "Back again?"
"Well we completed our mission already," said Hiro - or was it Hikaru?
"No need to debrief?"
Hikaru - or Hiro - shook his head. "No, it was just a B rank escort job."
"Right, well Kazekage sama is just going through some reports so you can head straight in."
"It's okay, Hiro can get the mission by himself."
So that was Hiro and that was Hikaru.
"HEY!" Hiro protested.
"Actually Hikaru kun, can you do me a HUGE favour?" She pulled a slip out from under the itinerary on her clipboard that she had been saving for this very purpose and handed it to Hikaru. "Kazekage sama needs to sign this document. Can you please get him to sign this and take it down to treasury?"
"I can do that for you Hinata sama," Hiro said suddenly and snatched the document out of Hikaru's hand and ducked into the office.
"Hey, she asked me!" Hikaru called ducking in after his brother.
Hinata giggled into her hand, feeling a bit sorry about unleashing those two on Gaara, not realising the Kazekage hated the two for an entirely different reason. He could clearly hear through the door their flirting with her. Every time they entered his office he was sorely tempted to give them a suicide mission…
“Ho, so you’ve learnt how to manage the twins hmm?”
Hinata looked up to find Temari next in line, hand on hip with a wry grin on her face. The people behind her looked upset but didn’t say anything. Temari had obviously skipped the line but between her wrath and Hinata’s no one was quite sure which would be worse and having both of them baring down if they became disorderly was like signing a death note.
“I would have just beaten them up, but your way works too.”
“T-Temari san! How was your mission?" she asked politely wondering why the girl had come to the office. She'd just gotten back, surely she wanted to take a break before the debriefing.
"It was good," the older girl cast her eyes downward and a blush crept up to her cheeks with the memory. "I would have liked to continue on it a little bit longer but the Chuunin exam starts next week and I have to get going to meet that Nara Shikamaru." Her blush suddenly deepened at the mention of Shikamaru's name and Hinata couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going through the girls head, for her to have such an out of character reaction like that.
Clearing her throat, Hinata decided to change the subject. "We weren’t expecting you until this afternoon.”
“Yeah? Well, I didn’t expect to hear your name floating on the wind of every conversation in Suna but that just happened.” Temari raised an eyebrow. “I hear you’ve turned the whole village on its ear, whipping everyone into tip top shape! And now I see it wasn’t a lie.”
Hinata blushed, staring, unseeing, at her clipboard. “People have been p-praising me?”
“Forget about that. Who put you up to this anyway?” the older girl sounded annoyed. “I wanted you to look after Gaara not work him to an early grave!”
“W-well, there was a councilman –” Hinata started. Sure it was because of the councilman that she ended up with this position but she was not about to tell Temari the real reason she was working so hard.
“Come on!” Temari grabbed Hinata’s hand and dragged her into Gaara’s office, ignoring the younger girls protests.
“Temari sama…” The twins looked visibly uncomfortable and Hinata wondered just how many times the girl had beaten them up.
“Yo, Gaara, break time,” she said, strolling up to his desk and sitting on the edge of it.
“Temari, I am working,” Gaara said, unfazed by his sister’s behaviour. This wasn't the first and he doubted the last time she came into his office and dragged him off on some adventure of hers. This was a bit soon after her return from her mission so he wondered if something had happened but didn't ask. That was for the afternoons debriefing.
“Listen to your older sister for once, will you?” She rolled her eyes, not believing how keen these two were about work. She picked up a mission slip at random and with an evil grin on her face handed it to the twins. “Here you go boys, I’m sure you can handle this.”
Hiro – or Hikaru – took the slip and they both paled after reading the only sentence on the slip.
“‘Help Isawa sama’,” Hikaru – or Hiro – read out loud.
While Gaara internally thanked his sister for doing what he couldn't, Hinata cringed. Isawa Midoriko was an eighty four year old battler who used to be in Suna’s ANBU. She knew every trick in the book and didn’t hesitate to use them on anyone who stepped foot on her property. ‘Help Isawa sama’ really meant ‘deliver her weekly groceries without getting killed’. Hinata never sent anyone below a Jounin level for that job.
“Right,” Temari said. She stood up and unfurled her large fan. Biting her finger she drew a line across the surface of her fan. “Kuchiyose no Justu!” she called out, giving the fan a big swing. Out came a giant white wind weasel. It swung a giant sickle with a bell attached to the end of it, had a patch over one eye and wore a gold stitched black vest with red trim.
“Let’s go,” Temari told it.
“Done,” it said in a raspy voice and with a whirl it encircled Hinata, Gaara and Temari, transporting them away with only a residual jingle and flurry of wind to indicate that any one of them were ever there.
“Does this count as kidnapping?” Hikaru – or Hiro – asked his brother.
“Who cares!” said the other. “Did you see this mission slip?!”
***
Arriving at their destination, Temari was eased gently onto the sand by the oversized wind weasel before it disappeared, Gaara was automatically cushioned by his sand and Hinata was dumped on her rear with a soft thud.
“Ouch,” she mumbled. Suddenly sand swirled around her, picking her up and lightly depositing her back down on her feet.
“Are you okay?” Gaara asked looking at her with some degree of concern, forgetting they had an audience.
This time Temari didn't miss a beat. She watched fascinated at her little brother’s behaviour. She'd only brought Hinata along so she wasn't stuck with both her brothers alone but this was not a development she'd expected.
“Hey, guys. Glad you could make it.” Kankuro was standing in front of a large, luscious oasis that stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the sweltering desert. He was wearing nothing but a pair of purple swimming trunks.
Gaara frowned. “Kankuro, you were involved in this too?”
“Oh no!” Kankuro held up his hands defensively, not wanting to anger his younger brother. “I just didn’t want to get whirlwinded again.”
“Oh, WOW!” Hinata gasped staring at the lush greenery. She’d been missing Konoha’s forests of late but this was a whole other level of beauty. The dense shrubbery surrounded an azure pool of deep, calm water. “Where are we?”
“Hehe, at a desert oasis about ten kilometres north west of Sunagakure,” Temari said holding out some blue and grey patterned garments for Hinata. “I guessed your sizes.”
Hinata blinked. Temari had at some stage changed into a white bikini with a yellow trim and, she realised with a blush, that the older girl was offering her one as well.
When she didn’t move, Temari shoved the garments in her hand and ushered her behind a bush to change. Then she chucked a pair of bright red swimming trunks at Gaara.
“Heads up,” she said but Gaara didn’t move, allowing his sand to grab the swimming trunks before they hit him, then stalked off to change, knowing the sooner he got this over and done with the sooner he could go back to his duties. Temari was just so hard to deal with, it was easier for him to just follow her flow.
“You right there, Hinata,” Temari called after a few moments. She hadn't heard a peep out of the girl since she shoved her behind the bushes.
“Y-yes, just f-fine,” Hinata called back staring wide eyed at the tiny bits of cloth in her hands. They were just your regular two piece bikini set but there was still no way she could wear these in public. She'd only ever worn one at the all girls pool in Konoha.
“Okay but if you don’t hurry up I might come help you…”
The idea of the older girl ‘helping’ her into the bikini was incentive enough for Hinata to hastily strip and tie the attire in place. She had to hand it to Temari; the bikini fit snugly, hugging her curves and supporting her ample bosom nicely. If she had just been with the girls she wouldn’t have hesitated to step out and enjoy the cool water, it was a warm day after all, however the thought of exposing this much skin to male eyes – and Gaara no less – was beyond daunting.
Steeling herself, she spied through the bush to see what the others were doing. Kankuro was floating in the water using his puppet manipulation to make his recently acquired Sasori puppet dance across the water’s surface. Temari was in the water too, her wet hair, unbound, hung loosely to her shoulder blades. She was giving Kankuro challenging instructions on Sasori’s movements and Kankuro was more than happy to oblige, showing off his talents to his older sister; they’d obviously played this game before.
Then her eyes fell on Gaara. Heat rose to her face and she sucked a breath in sharply. He was ignoring his siblings, sitting on a flat rock ledge, legs hanging into the water. The tall youth was lean; well defined muscle could be easily seen under his fair complexion - a testament to his general fitness without any serious body building. It made sense since his techniques relied heavily on his sand.
The thought suddenly made Hinata feel very selfconscious about her own muscles. Having trained in the Gentle Fist style taijutsu her whole life, every muscle was honed. Unlike other girls she was small, muscular and ugly. If she thought she didn’t have a chance before, this clearly proved it.
“Hey, hey Hinata, I’m coming to get you.”
“Wait!” In a panic, Hinata jumped out from behind the bush.
Hinata’s panicked cry brought Gaara back from his reverie. He’d been sitting staring up at the sky wondering what the point of this was. Rather than to relax and enjoy oneself wasn’t this just a waste of time?
As Hinata stumbled out on unsteady feet, Gaara could only stare, captivated by the gorgeous girl in front of him. Black hair swirled around her petite frame like a silken waterfall, not an ounce of body fat wasted on those voluptuous curves. Her pale, almost white skin was pristine, not a single scar marred its surface. (you couldn’t say the same for her internal organs though >.>) If avoiding personal contact with her had calmed his senses this whole time then this incident had just undone all his hard work.
***
What an interesting development. Even though Hinata stood in front of her complaining about the bikini, Temari’s mind was elsewhere. Behind her, Gaara had stiffened, his eyes obviously on the Konoha shinobi.
Surely her little brother would appreciate some time alone with such a cute girl. With a devious internal smile, Temari began creating seals under the water.
No one saw the wind clone appear beneath the surface of the water. Both Kankuro and Gaara were watching as Hinata desperately begged for a towel to cover up, her face steadily getting redder.
She could feel Gaara's eyes on her and her skin was tingling, with just that. After avoiding him for a month she was finding it very difficult to reign in her feelings.
“Don’t give her one, Temari. She’s HOT!” said Kankuro playfully and was rewarded with a clone bursting out of the water and incapacitating him with the swing of a closed fan.
A satisfying clunk reached Gaara’s ears as Kankuro’s puppet suddenly collapsed into a heap on top of the water while he floated off, face down, a large bump rising on top of his head. The clone, having outlived its use, automatically dispersed into a gust of wind.
They all just watched him drift off for a moment before Temari said, “Well, better get that idiot out before he drowns.”
Deftly she swung her body out and grabbed her fan. Summoning the wind weasel again, she and Kankuro, along with his puppet, were gone in a flash leaving the two remaining people staring at each other from across the water.
***
Gaara was warring with himself. With his two siblings gone his urge to simply jump the girl were growing out of control. On the other hand sexually assaulting his allied emissary was beyond a bad idea, not only for their nations’ relations but also for the fact that Hinata wasn’t just any girl but the heir to the Hyuuga clan. Upsetting them alone was a death sentence.
He thought of ordering her to head back to Sunagakure but didn’t want to send her off into unknown territory by herself and he couldn’t leave her either for the very same reason. He could have just left her there and ignored her but as she shivered from nervousness, her face a new shade of red, Gaara’s heart won out.
“Hinata, come here,” he commanded, knowing she would have found an excuse if he’d just asked politely.
With much hesitation, Hinata bounded over. She bowed, still shaking from nerves. Now not only was his eyes on her but he was close, much much too close.
Oh God, she thought, can he hear my heartbeat? It was thumping quite hard. Even though the day was hot she could still feel the heat come off his skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to control herself and was losing.
He'd only wanted to keep her close, stop her shaking but he that was a mistake. He shouldn't - couldn't - touch her but his hand reached for hers anyway.
“Kazekage sa – ah!” She gasped as Gaara took her hand.
He felt it too, the current of electricity that coursed through them from skin to skin contact and now he lost all reason, no longer able to stop himself.
“Enough of that,” he said gently, pulling her down to sit beside him. “That’s not my name.”
***
Don’t faint, don’t faint, don’t faint… Hinata chanted to herself over and over again, the heady earthen smell that was uniquely his filling her senses. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, unable to help herself. When she opened them again he was inches from her, eyes dilated, searching her face for consent.
Oh no! she thought, frozen in place. She could feel herself drifting from reality.
“Don’t faint,” Gaara said, as if he knew she was going to. His deep resonating voice sent involuntary shivers down her spine. It was definitely not helping her stay conscious, but then he grabbed her hand and placed it on his bare chest. She heard his heart beating as erratically as her own and before she could make sense of it, he leaned in.
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Well that's it for now :) Please R&R
Next chapter to be added soon... sry lemon lovers you'll have to wait until at least chapter seven for something juicy - this is a love story after all ~ Cheers Rin
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