Hey ya'll! D Miss me? I've been busy for the last... year and a half I think. Thats how long I've bbeen gone right? Well I'm back and I'm going to try and finish stuff. I went to a writing school. It was amazing. Fun too. Idk if it helped me any, but it was worth it. so I'm a year and a half older and I hope that my writing got better-ish. xD lols. Well enjoy.

Disclaimer: I dun own Narute or these characters.

It was perfect. Everything was in order. Every detail, every moment, every piece arranged and intricately planned to perfection. This would bring them down. Would show those…. Those rookies how to treat HIM! He would prevail. He would ALWAYS prevail….

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February 24

Gaara was tired of the sand village. And he was tired of his sister. And he was tired of his brother…. And he was tired of not seeing Sakura. It was torturous. Unfair and horribly horribly wrong. Because his sister and his brother were visiting Konoha to meet with the hokage.

And he was stuck home with an April flu.

Conspiracy was at work. He knew it. Mother Nature hated him. "Oh stop being a baby." Temari's voice broke through the haze of brooding and Gaara looked up.

"I hate you." He croaked his voice like rough sand paper. He winced. He could take a whole in the gut, a few broken ribs, and one of Rock Lee's kicks. And he couldn't fight the damn flu? What kind of Kazekage was he anyway?! And yet here he was, sitting up in his bed. Alone, Sakura-less, and stuck here when he COULD be going to Konoha. He COULD be seeing Sakura. He COULD kill his sister for smiling like a fool. "Why the hell…" He had to stop to take another breath and sooth his aching throat. "…Are you smiling?" He finally ground out, eyeing her with a possible murder… depending on her answer.

"Cause you've changed." She said, grinning more when the murderous intent was replaced with puzzlement. "Never in my life a year ago would I have fathomed that you would lie in bed, even with the flu, and let me take your temperature and fluff your pillows. You're opening up." She said, touching his cheek lightly. "And I'm glad." She smiled again and pulled away. "I have to go. You know what to do if you need someone."

"Hm." Had he changed? Now that he thought about it, he had. Even two months ago he'd have been snarling at Temari for even trying to help him. The closing of the front door echoed through the now empty house and reminded him that if it wasn't for Mother Nature he'd be on his way to see Sakura.

"DAMN IT ALL!"

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A day earlier…

"No."

"But Tsununde! He's sick! You read the message. Temari is coming in his place because he's sick. Please! Please let me go!" Sakura's big green eyes stared at the hormonal Tsununde. She felt herself caving.

"Sakura…"

"Please! I want to be there. To make sure he's okay. And He shouldn't be left alone! What if he needs help and Temari and Kankoro aren't there?" The big green eyes filled with tears.

"Ah hell." A pregnant and very hormonal and emotional Tsununde looked away. "Fine. You leave tonight. You come back in a week. That's including the day it'll take to get there. Got it?" She looked at Sakura, who smiled. The tears spilled over and she hugged her teacher.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I'm going to pack now!" She said over her shoulder as she walked out.

Outside the door, Shizune raised an eyebrow at Sakura as the pink haired girl smiled and wiped at her now dry eyes. "Nice performance."

"Thanks. Figured I could use the pregnancy to my advantage." Sakura said, smiling.

"Where'd you learn to cry on the spot like that?" Shizune asked, mildly interested.

"Tsununde taught me everything I know." Sakura said with a laugh. Shizune's laughter followed her down the hall as she went to pack.

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His plan. It was almost ready. Almost perfect. He needed only 6 more days. He had 7. Smiling wickedly and watched the pink haired girl walk home. Soon…

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Sakura wiped her brow and headed for the big gates of Suna. The Sand Village was always known for its hot weather. Glad she'd packed extra water; she pulled out the bottle and took a long drink. It felt like heaven on her dry tongue and throat. She walked through the gates just as Temari was heading towards them. "Temari! Hey!" Sakura put a hand in the air and waved.

"Hey Sakura." Temari said, smiling at her friend. "He's in bed at home. Up in his room. Seemed really upset he couldn't go to Konoha. Wouldn't tell me why though." Temari smirked. She knew why, she just pretended not to know so she could harass Gaara.

"Why couldn't Kankoro stay again?" She asked, raising a brow.

"Claims he got a girl. Won't be home for a few days." Temari rolled her eyes. "Idiot." Sakura shrugged.

"Oh well, more Gaara for me." She said smiling. Temari laughed.

"Oh that SO did not sound right." She said over her shoulder as she headed for konoha. Sakura laughed and headed for the Sand Sibling's home.

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Gaara felt like death warmed over then placed in a freezer surrounded by cold packs. He was sweating and hot but couldn't stop shivering. And he was pissed.

So, when there was a knock on his door, he wasn't in the happiest of moods. "I didn't ring the damn stupid bell my sister left. I don't need a damn thing except a cure for this stupid cold and an assassin to kill Mother Nature, so get the hell away from my room!" Gaara snapped, growling when the door was opened.

"I didn't say I heard a bell, you need some warm chicken soup and a better attitude. Killing Mother Nature would be a bad thing since I kinda like the earth. And I like being in your room." Answered the most beautiful voice Gaara could ever dream up.

"Sakura?" He said, eyes wide and a smile starting to form. With a whoop, he started to leap from the bed but stopped when standing made him dizzy. He slunk back down to sit on the bed and dropped his head in his hands. Sakura had gasped and set the tray full of chicken soup, crackers and water on a dresser before rushing over.

"Stupid! What were you thinking? You're sick. S-I-C-K. That means you stay in bed, don't get up suddenly, you eat your chicken soup and you do everything your doctor tells you. I happen to be your doctor, so you're going to sit down, shut up, and eat the soup I made you."

Gaara hadn't been paying attention. He'd been watching her mouth move, listening to the dips and sways in her voice, and hoping this would make him feel better. Emotionally it did. Physically…

He threw up.

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Sakura dropped on the couch, despite Gaara's arguments (He had wanted her to stay in his bed) and sighed. Gaara was asleep, she was exhausted, and she had a crick in her neck. The soup she'd made had gone to waste since all Gaara could stomach was water. She sighed and rolled to her side. He'd be better later. She was sure….

She slept like a rock.

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6 days later…

Sakura hated Gaara at this moment in life. Almost as much as she hated…

Mother Nature. "Gaara I swear to God once I don't feel like I'm going to throw up with every move I make, I'm going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully. Torture you." Gaara smiled and curled next to her, holding her tightly against him.

"As long as I get to touch you while you do it." He mumbled to the back of her neck, nibbling lightly. She shivered, not because of the chill of the flu.

"Oh shut up." She mumbled, closing her eyes.

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In Konoha…

Temari settled herself in Sakura's bed and pulled the covers over her head. Tomorrow she would leave. It was nice of Sakura to let her stay here. She smiled into the pillow and fell asleep.

The next morning…

It was warm. Why, Temari had no idea. She'd shut the windows to keep out the morning light and warmth. She'd turned the air conditioner on. She was wearing nothing but a bra and panties… And she was hot. Like, sauna feeling hot. Uncomfortable, she threw the covers off and looked up… to a camera.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Chouji looked at the big screen he'd placed on the hokage tower last night. That was supposed to be Sakura. It was supposed to be his revenge. She'd played a joke on him last year. She'd led him to believe there was a new all you could eat bar going up in the forest. So she'd taken him to the supposed spot and told him the reason that they were building here is because it was easy to grow marshmallows. Chouji loved Marshmallows. He'd believed her and had taken 'Marshmallow seeds' from her. He'd planted them in his yard, tended to them, going to great heights to care for them. Then he'd told Shikamaru and the man had laughed. "Chouji Marshmallows don't grow on trees!" The man had laughed. They all had. But here it was his revenge… ruined!

"DAMN YOU TEMARI! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!!"

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"Hey Gaara?"

"Yes?" Gaara grumbled, noticing Sakura's voice didn't croak.

"I'm not really sick. I just wanted to stay with you in your bed." She said, smiling and turning to face him.

"What?" He said, his eyes widening. She kissed him lightly and pulled back, a sparkle in her eyes. "April fools."

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Well that was my first chapter since I've been back. ; I hope you enjoyed. You know the drill. I still do. R&R!