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People who are Important: Book One	By : Morales89 Category: Naruto > General Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and Tv tokyo. This is a purely fanwritten work, with which I make no money, and write only for the pleasure of myself and my readers.

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Chapter 7

Shia and Temari walked into the living room of the Sabaku residence only to be greeted with the face of none other than Konoha's laziest ninja. The lanky, brunette Chunnin looked at them with a calm, slightly bored expression on his face. His dark eyes gave them a look that said 'sit down so we can get this troublesome talk over with.'
"What are you doing here?" Temari asked, glaring at him slightly. Nara Shikamaru just stared at her disinterestedly. Shia took a seat next to Kankurou on the couch, while Temari just stood glaring at the younger boy.
"I'm just here to retrieve Shia-san, and give her a letter from the new Hokage," he said in a bland tone. Shia's dark blue eyes widened.
"Oh, so they've already put the Fifth into office," she stated. The young Nara just nodded, handing over a piece of paper with the fire country seal on it. She opened it quickly.
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'Akito Shia,
A new Hokage has been put into office, and that person is me. My first action as Hokage is to assess the ninja I have available for missions. I have been informed of your medical endeavor in Suna, so I will keep our meeting brief, and allow you to return immediately afterwards. Being an heiress to one of Konoha's important ninja clans has its downfalls. We'll talk more on that matter when you get here. You are to report to my office immediately after you arrive. We have to talk about a lot of things that will be disclosed when you arrive. Have a safe trip. I'll see you when you get here.
Tsunade of the Legendary Sannin, Godaime Hokage of Konohagakure'
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Shia stared at the document in disbelief. The new Hokage was Tsunade of the Legendary Sannin. The best medical ninja in the history of medical ninjutsu. Her hero and idol. The young medic looked up to this beautiful, strong, and intelligent woman ever since she could remember. Now she was going to meet her. She couldn't help a little shiver of excitement that rushed through her. She settled down however, and turned her attention on the Nara.
"When do we leave?" she asked him.
"Tomorrow at daybreak. I'd like to get there as quickly as possible," he said, yawning. Temari snorted, mumbling something about lazy men, while Shikamaru just sent her a cool look of irritation mumbling about "troublesome women". Shia folded the letter and stuffed it in her bag.
"Alright then. Temari-chan, do you think that your village will lend us the desert horses again? I want to go and get back as soon as possible. There seems to be so many things interrupting my treatment of your brother," she said. Temari just nodded.
"They'll be waiting for you at the gates," she said, still eying the Nara with an amused look. Though her green eyes had an almost undetectable tint of interest in them. He just sighed, obliviously missing the look he was receiving, and began walking out of the room.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," he said, throwing a careless wave over his shoulder, and walking out of the door. Shia got up to head in the direction of her patient's room. The two Sand-nin followed her silently. They stood in the doorway as she walked in.
"Gaara-san," she said, his light eyes opened up to stare at her impassively. She sat down in the chair next to his bed.
"Did you take the mixture I left for you?" she asked. He 'hn'd'.
"That's good. Just make sure you stay in bed. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning for Konoha," she said. He looked shocked for a moment.
'She did quit,' he thought. She just looked at him for a moment, until he turned away. 'I guess there is no hope for me,' he thought, feeling slightly angry that she was just going to give up on him.
(You truly are an idiot boy.) Shukaku said rudely in his head. He ignored it.
"I'll be back in two days, so don't think that you'll get away with anything while I'm gone. I'm going to leave specific instructions with your siblings. You'd better stay in bed while I'm gone, or I'll have to add more time to your bed rest Gaara-san," he heard the nurse say.
(Told you.) Shukaku said. Gaara growled.
'Shut up,' he thought back. She hadn't given up on him. He turned around to see her looking rather irritated. Were they going to argue again? He just couldn't take another argument. Their arguments were always so violent... and exhausting.
"Hn," he said, not moving his eyes from her agitated face.
"I'd rather not go, but apparently the new Hokage is itching to meet the shinobi of her village, and start handing out missions," she said. He just stared back at her coolly. She sighed, and rose to leave.
"That's all I guess. I should get back to my hotel room and pack my things," she said.
"Akito-san," he called hesitantly. She looked back at him. For a moment he just stared at her.
"I will stay in bed," he finished. She smiled and nodded her thanks. Uncomfortable with the way his lips wanted to move in a foreign way...Gaara turned his eyes back onto his sheets. Shia walked past a very confused pair of sand siblings who just followed her to the door.
"I'll see you guys in two days," she said, smiling and going to open the door. She was stopped by a tan, calloused hand on her wrist. She looked up to see Kankurou smiling down at her.
"I think you should stay here tonight," he said. She tilted her head in confusion.
"Why?" she asked. Temari grabbed her other wrist and they both began to pull her into the kitchen.
"Well, you're already here, and Temari and I kind of already told someone to go get your things. Oh, and we kind of already decided you'd be staying here," Kankurou said, pushing down on her shoulders to make her sit. She sat down, looking very confused.
"Shia-chan, since you will be here for an extended amount of time, Kankurou and myself have decided that you should stay here in our guest bedroom. It'll keep you close to Gaara, in case anything else happens, and your council won't have to pay for that nice room you've got at the hotel," Temari explained. Shia blinked, then again, and then tilted her head to the side.
"We would like very much for you to agree. It would make us feel a lot better to have Gaara's doctor in the house with him," Kankurou said with pleading eyes, and that cute doofy smile of his. The young medic just sat staring at them. They wanted her to stay with them? She couldn't encroach on them.
"I wouldn't want to be a burden," she said, shaking her head. Kankurou's face fell, and she automatically felt bad for wiping his smile off.
"You're not going to be a burden. You're here on business; taking care of our brother," Temari said, sending her a look that said 'stay with us please, I can't stand being the only girl around here!'
"And hopefully cooking too," her brunette brother added, "I don't know if Gaara told you, probably not, but Temari isn't the best cook," he said. His sister thwacked him on the head with her fan.
"Ow!" he cried, glaring at his older sister. She just smirked back at him.
"So, what do you say?" the Sand Kunoichi asked, turning her amused green gaze back to Shia. The younger girl was hesitant.
"Does Gaara-san know about this?" she asked. Temari just smiled.
"Hai," she answered. Shia narrowed her eyes at the blond.
"And he's okay with this arrangement?" she asked, skeptical about the whole situation. The older teens just smiled and laughed.
"Hai!" Kankurou answered, rubbing the back of his head where his older sister had hit him. Shia was shocked. Gaara didn't mind her being in his house; yet he'd made it obvious he didn't like her too much. It all seemed strange to her.
"So Shia-chan…" Kankurou began. She looked at him through suspicious eyes, and he just grinned stupidly.
"Baka," Temari muttered, walking away into her youngest brother's room.
"What is it Kankurou-san?" she asked, he frowned.
"Listen Shia-chan, just call me Kankurou...okay?" he said, looking at her calmly.
"Gomen Kankurou-sa..I mean Kankurou," she smiled, and he grinned back at her.
"So, do you think you could make us some dinner?" he asked with pleading brown eyes. She sighed and nodded, heading for the kitchen. She saw him do a small victory dance before she disappeared behind the kitchen door. 'Is Temari-chan that bad of a cook?' she asked herself.
Gaara's room
Gaara opened his eyes when he felt the familiar presence of his sister walking over to him. She smiled down at him, reaching down a hand to ruffle his blood red hair. Gaara pouted slightly without realizing, causing his sister to laugh. She never thought it was possible for such an adorable expression to cross her brother's face; even if it had been involuntary.
"You really do look like a little strawberry shortcake Gaara" she said, giggling. He glared at her. 'I do not look like a strawberry shortcake,' he thought in his head.
(You kind of do...) Shukaku said. Gaara scowled. He was broken out of his would-be argument with the demon by his sister's voice.
"I talked to Shia-chan," Temari said, walking over to open the window. The gentle breeze felt good against his hot skin. Gaara 'hn'd'.
"She says it's okay with her as long as you don't mind," she said. The redhead looked over at his older sister in slight surprise. Shia cared what he thought? She was always so pushy about things during their time together as doctor and patient. He just figured she would stay here if she wanted to, whether he wanted it or not.
'Why would she think I wasn't okay with it?' he thought to himself.
(Because we tried to kill her twice, and can't seem to stop fighting with her. Honestly, I don't understand why we can't just crush her, she's just a nuisance anyway. All you two ever do is fight, just kill her already.) Shukaku said in his mind. Gaara ignored the demon. Truth be told he kind of liked the arguments they had. It was a source of infinite entertainment to anger the girl, and when they argued, no matter how angry she was at him, she'd always just sigh, and forgive him in the end. Eventually, no matter how violent the argument got, they'd get tired and stop. After a short glaring contest, she'd just growl and suggest they forget about it.
No matter how mean he was to her one day, she always came to him with a positive mind the next. Arguing with the girl gave him a certain security. It allowed him to test his theories on forming bonds. He tried to push her to her limits of anger. When he could see that she wanted to physically pummel him into the ground, he knew that it was time to stop. While she struggled to control her anger, they would have a glaring contest, which he almost always won. Then she'd just forgive him and act like nothing happened. Seeing that he could anger her until she wanted to kill him, and still gain her forgiveness made him feel good. It affirmed his belief that he could change what people thought of him. He could change the way he lived his life.
"Gaara, I'm glad you're being more cooperative. It's nice to see you have better control over yourself," Temari said, once again breaking him out of his pondering. He looked shocked for a second. No…he had tried to kill the nurse today. 'She really kept her promise,' he thought, bewildered.
"Hn," he answered, keeping his face impassive. Temari smiled lovingly at her little brother. He let his lips quirk up, failing at a smile once again, but getting a friendly smirk to take its place. His sister leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek before rising to leave.
"You know Gaara, you should rest some more. We'll bring you some dinner when it's done. Love ya my little strawberry shortcake," she said, bouncing out of the room before he could scold her for calling him that. 'I hope she doesn't make that my new nickname,' he thought to himself.
In the Dining Room
Shia set three places at the large mahogany table before rushing back into the kitchen to serve the food. She thought she'd done a decent job cooking. She wasn't the best cook in the world, but she wasn't bad either.
"Temari-chan..Kankurou! Dinner's ready!" she called out, dishing out three servings of food. A black blur darted across her vision. She turned to see Kankurou sitting at the dining table, his dark eyes stared at her expectantly. She couldn't stifle a laugh as she set his food down in front of him. He went to eat some but she slapped his hands away. For this Shia received a hungry glare, to which she just laughed.
"Wait for everyone to be seated Kankurou," she said in a chastising, yet slightly amused tone.
"Yea you big oaf, wait until everyone gets here before you stuff your fat face," Temari drawled strolling in and sitting at her spot. Kankurou glared at her fiercely.
"I'M NOT FAT YOU STUPID BITCH!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Temari just snorted.
"Could've fooled me baka!" she said calmly. The younger of the two started shaking with anger.
"AT LEAST I'M NOT SOME UGLY TYRANT SLUT!" he yelled angrily in his older sister's face. She just stared coolly back at him.
"Shut up and eat your dinner dumbass," she said, picking up her chopsticks and beginning to eat.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO WHORE! DON'T YOU THINK I HAVEN'T NOTICED THE WAY YOU WERE EYING UP THAT NARA KID! YOU WERE READY TO JUMP HIS BONES EARLIER YOU SLUT!" Kankurou yelled, smirking at the end because he knew he'd get a reaction this time. Temari's placid green eyes turned into hell flames. Kankurou flinched slightly. 'Oops, maybe I went to far,' he thought, then smirked, 'Nah, I haven't gone far enough.'
"Yea that's right Temari, I saw the way you checked out that Nara boy when he came here. Like he was a piece of meat you were ready to gobble up," he said, smirking evilly. His older sister's eyes became dangerous, as her hand started to shake with anger. Shia thought it a good time to bring Gaara his dinner. She walked swiftly into the kitchen, and then made her way as fast as she could to Gaara's room.
"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU KANKUROU! YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" she heard Temari's voice yell furiously. Shia quickly opened and closed the door behind her, feeling safer immediately. It struck her oddly for a second, feeling safer in a room with the boy who'd tried to kill her twice. The young medic just shrugged it off and turned to face those familiar cold eyes.
"I brought you dinner," she said quietly, dragging the night stand so that Gaara could eat off of it. She placed the food on the night table, and turned to leave.
"You shouldn't go out there," she heard her patient's calm, monotonous voice say from behind her. The girl paused with her hand on the knob of the door.
"Why not?" she asked without turning around. CRASH!
"DIE YOU MAKEUP WEARING BASTARD!"
"FUCK YOU, YOU DUMB WHORE!"
Shia's eyes widened in shock. She'd never seen siblings act this way towards one another. She'd never had siblings, so technically she didn't know how they acted towards each other. She heard another loud bang, and a pained grunt. The girl felt her medic instincts flood her as she turned the knob, prepared to rush out and stop whatever bleeding might be going on.
"Don't," she heard the boy behind her warn. She let go of the knob and turned to face him. He looked as uncaring as ever, and was staring at the food with an apprehensive look.
"Gaara-san?"
"Hn"
"Are they always like this?"
"Hn…"
"What if Temari-chan is hurt?"
"You should be more worried for Kankurou," he said, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Shia glanced back at the door, but turned around to sit in the chair by the redhead's bed. Gaara was eying the food suspiciously, which caused her to smile. She held back the laughter that threatened to come out at the sight of his 'inspection'.
"It's not bad I don't think. I usually do a pretty good job cooking," she said, causing those emotionless aqua eyes to look up at her. She stared back at him, allowing some amusement to shimmer in her eyes. He glared, and she smiled.
"It's not like it's going to bite you back," she said with a little laughter in her voice.
"That doesn't scare me. Temari's dinner did that once," he said emotionlessly. Shia couldn't hold back the wave of laughter she'd been fighting. Gaara stared at her with a confused tint in his light eyes. She just kept laughing. The funniest part of the whole thing is that he'd been completely serious. He wasn't making a joke at all. 'How is it he can be so funny without even trying?' she thought. Finally she pulled herself together, and tried to get her breath back.
Gaara stared at the girl as if she had five heads. He was not expecting that reaction. In fact, Temari had cooked something of a 'dinner monster' one time. It was the truth, but his doctor just laughed her ass off as if he were making a joke. Her laughter was loud, but not unpleasant. It flowed out of her so easily, making him feel a strange bubble in his throat. It felt like it needed releasing, but the young Suna shinobi had no idea of how to go about doing so. Her joyful laughter calmed down to a quiet giggle as she tried to regain her composure. It was different, and confusing. Nobody laughed in his presence, except his siblings from time to time.
"You know Gaara-san, you're so unintentionally funny sometimes," she giggled, throwing an amused look at him through glittering navy eyes.
He just picked up his chopsticks and began eating silently. It was good; and it made him kind of glad she'd now be staying with them. Maybe she could teach Temari how to cook, then finally Kankurou and Gaara could eat good food for once. Not that he didn't appreciate all that Temari did for him, after he'd started paying attention to his family, he'd finally realized just how much Temari sacrificed for them. She had no social life, she went on a lot of solo missions in order to keep food on the table. Sure, their father had left them money, but the council was still trying to find all of the loopholes in the late Kazekage's will. Temari had no friends in the village...she didn't date either. She just worked, slept, and took care of them. So no...Gaara wasn't ungrateful for all the things his sister did for him, it's just, he wished she were a better cook is all.
The sound of pounding footsteps, and painful cries continued. When things were quiet for a while, he knew it was because Kankurou had outrun Temari enough to find a decent hiding spot. Seconds later there'd be a loud crash, and more screaming threats of death from his sister. He wondered how many dishes they'd have to replace this time. He wondered if maybe they really would be paying for a funeral soon. Temari was awfully angry, he wouldn't be surprised if she did kill the middle child of their family. He readied himself to protect at the slightest hint of murderous intent emanating from his sister. He didn't want his brother to die so soon after they'd finally started getting closer.
The redhead noticed that his nurse hadn't said anything in a while, so he glanced up from his food to look at her. She had a small smile on her lips as she fingered through a thick book. 'The Art of Physical Therapy'. She was studying again. It actually made him feel good. She was brushing up on physical therapy before she started his treatment. It made him feel like she was trying extra hard just for him. It made him feel like it was important to her that she do everything right, just like any normal patient. Of course what he didn't know is that she didn't think of him as any different than 'normal' patients. Just a little more violent.
She was young, and instead of pretending she knew all the answers, she studied. This girl was very real. Very truthful. She didn't try and pretend that she knew everything. She accepted the fact that she was still learning and didn't have a problem showing it. She was imperfect, and liked herself all the same. He could learn something from her. She had many admirable qualities he'd like to one day have himself.
"Have you eaten?" he felt himself ask, not too sure why he cared. Her surprised dark eyes looked up at him from her book. Then she smiled, sending friendly warmth through his body. It confused him, but he did not let anything show on his face. On the outside he kept his impassive mask up, full force.
"I haven't, but it's okay I don.." she started.
"DIE!" screamed Temari's now banshee like voice. They heard a large crash from not too far away, and then a pained cry from Kankurou. Her blue eyes widened slightly, then rested back on her patient's face with slight amusement in their dark depths.
"I don't think I want to go out there," she said again, smiling and looking back down at her book.
The room fell into a comfortable silence. Gaara silently agreed that she probably should not go out there. Though he did fear for Kankurou's life at the moment. He'd seen Temari angry, but the mention of the Nara seemed to have pushed her into a blind rage. Which only proved the fact that she had some kind of feeling towards the younger ninja. Gaara hoped that Kankurou wasn't in too much pain. He definitely didn't want to see the bloody pulp the eldest of the three had probably turned the puppet master into.
The young Suna shinobi felt himself getting weary and full from the nicely cooked food he was eating. He pushed the plate away from him, then took a long swig from the glass of iced tea. He felt full, and content actually, surprising himself a little. Content wasn't a feeling that he was used to. This whole being family idea really had its benefits. Though Temari and Kankurou's fighting was obnoxious, the young redhead couldn't help but find it amusing.
As if they were queued his two older siblings came bursting into the room. Temari readied a steak knife in her hand (she's really scary when she's angry), and threw it, just as Kankurou dove behind Shia's small form. Both Sand-nin's eyes widened, Temari looking horrified because she couldn't stop the knife from going now.
Shia was staring down at Kankurou with a confused look in her eyes. She felt the presence of a knife whizzing at her from behind, and knew she could not dodge in time. She moved over quickly, bracing herself for the knife's impact with her shoulder instead of the back of her head. It never came. She heard the object thud on the floor. Opening her dark blue eyes, she saw a wall of sand in front of her.
The young medic looked behind her to see her patient staring stoically back at her. They just stared at each other for a few moments, not really sure what had just happened. Gaara had no idea why he'd protected the girl, it was almost like an instinct. It was like he was afraid to see her blood spilled. (She has sweet blood. I can tell. She would look great laying in a pool of her own, pure, untainted blood, begging for her life. I want to taste that blood.) Shukaku purred lustily in his mind. Gaara did his best to ignore it.
'Ah…that's why I didn't want the knife to hit her,' he thought. Kankurou's loud groan snapped both him and the nurse out of their thoughts.
"Oh, hold on, let me heal you," Shia said, rushing to Kankurou's side the instant the sand shield let down. She helped him into a sitting position. He had a few bruises scattered across his body, however, there was nothing too serious (luckily for him), and Shia was done with him within minutes.
"Shia-chan.." she heard Temari's guilty voice say from behind her. The nurse looked back at the female sand ninja. The blond looked severely guilty, and sad.
"Temari.." Shia started, but stopped as Temari tackled her in a hug.
"I'm sorry! I almost killed you," she exclaimed. Shia hugged her friend back.
"It's okay. I'm fine. It was an accident," she said, pulling back and smiling reassuringly. Temari nodded, and smiled.
"I think we should all get to sleep. Come on Kankurou you dumb bastard," she said, grabbing her brother by the ear and dragging him out of the room while throwing a quick goodnight behind her. Shia smiled, happy the whole incident was over. She walked to the open door, but paused in the doorway. Slowly she turned to face the redhead in the bed. They stared at each other for a few moments.
"Arigato," she said softly, and left the room. Gaara stared at the place where she'd been standing. No one ever talked to him so nicely, or thanked him for anything. Somehow he knew that she was going to be a confusing thorn in his side. Everything about her confused him. From her raging temper down to her talent for forgiveness.
(Early the Next Morning)
Gaara heard a soft rustling from the guest room next to his. ZIP! He heard the sound of a bag closing. The door opened and closed. He heard soft, almost inaudible footsteps padding down the hallway into the living room. There was a light thud, which he gathered was the bag being dropped softly on the floor. The footsteps, which could not be heard by untrained ears, came closer, stopping at his door. The person at the door just stood there for a moment, before knocking quietly on the door. He almost didn't hear it.
"Gaara-san.." he heard the nurse's quiet voice say from behind the door.
"Enter," he said tonelessly. The door opened slowly to reveal a tired looking nurse.
"I just wanted to say goodbye. I left a two day supply of that herbal mixture. I know you don't like it, but it will help build strength. I'll write to check up on you when I reach Konoha," she said, looking at him with weary eyes. He stared back at her coolly. He wondered why she even bothered to come. Did it really matter whether she said goodbye to him or not? Were they friends? Was this friendship?
"Well, I'll see you when I get back," she said, turning and heading towards the open door.
"Akito-san," she stopped at the sound of his voice. She stood in the doorway one hand resting against the frame, and the other at her side.
"What is it Gaara-san? Is there something I can get you before I leave?" she asked, not turning around. His aqua green eyes stared at her back for a moment. He contemplated his next words carefully.
"Are we friends?" he asked, allowing the curiosity in his mind to filter into his words. The young medic gasped at the question. She'd never given it any thought before. 'What to say? Are we friends?' she asked herself.
"Do you want us to be friends?" she asked, turning her head so she could see his face. His cold aqua eyes locked with hers, and for once she could see something in them. Questions, and confusion clouded his pale eyes. She kept her eyes on his, showing him she was not afraid, trying to show him that she did not think the way the others thought.
"I don't know," he said honestly. Her dark eyes continued to stare straight into his. He was all confused in his head. He wanted to be her friend, and he could see she was not closed to the idea. What is it that kept him from being certain that he wanted her as his friend?
"You don't have to make a decision right now Gaara-san. Please get some rest. We can discuss this when I return," she said, letting a friendly smile play on her lips. He nodded and laid back down in the bed. She turned to leave again.
"Goodbye Akito-san," he heard himself say as she left. He let his darkened lids fall over his icy blue eyes. 'What are all these feelings going through my mind? I want to be her friend, but I'm scared she'll hurt me. Just like Yashamaru,' he thought to himself, cringing at the memory of his dead uncle. He heard the front door open and close in the distance, and knew his nurse was gone. Now, he would think.
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