How Much Do You Want From Me?

"Gaara?" asked a nervous Sakura, knocking the door to his office.

She had recently agreed to being his wife. The Sand Village wanted to strengthen their ties with the Leaf Village and they had agreed on an arranged marriage between their Kazekage and a kunoichi of Konoha. The Hokage thought that she was the best match and so sent her.

There was no answer. She cautiously opened the door and peered in. The place was desolate. She sighed and sat down on the only chair in the room to wait on him.

A few moments later, the door opened and Gaara walked in, "Who are you?"

"Hello, Kazekage-sama," said the pinkette, "I'm Sakura Haruno. Hokage-sama sent me here as your soon-to-be bride."

As she raised her head up to look at him, Sakura's emerald eyes scrutinize with Gaara's pale forest ones. They stayed like that for a instantaneous moment. Enthralled by the looks in each other's orbs.

Time passed by slowly and the hands of eternity had washed away like the sands and grains in the ocean waves, crushing serenely. He stared at her…inexorably. His pale emerald orbs bore into her soul. She felt cumbersome. It was as if she was in a reverie and was unable to move her body inactively. Sakura stared back.

It was then she noticed how much he had matured. He was at least 6 feet tall. His rust colored crimson hair was a little longer, shortly past his ears. His black rimmed eyes were beautiful. They were pale, but not dull. Although his eyes and facial expressions were like masks, shielding their true forms from being exposed, there was barely any sentiment being shown. His face loss its roundness of a childlike figure and had an angular face, virtuous and handsome. Sakura could tell under the blue and white Kazekage robes was a toned chest and maybe 12 pack abs from the immense training.

Sakura blushed bright pink on her cheeks before she could stop herself. She brought her thin fingers up to her lips and lowered her eyes to the floor. Her cheeks still stained pink.

"Kazekage-sama I-"

"Gaara." his monotone deep voice stated as he kept his unfathomable forest eyes on her.

His face was stoic, no expression was revealed whatsoever. His eyes were intense enough to start a fire on her forehead.

"I'm sorry. My apologies, Kaze-," Sakura winced at the mistake as she looked at the rust colored carpet.

"Gaara," she clearly corrected.

The pinkette looked at the former Shukaku container, to see if he made any changes of his movement. He now stood, walking a few feet away from his desk, and still staring at her.

"Hokage Tsunade recommended you to work at the hospital with the medical staff as head Medic. I assume you have no intricacy to that," it was more of a statement that a question.

Sakura only nodded to tell that she understood.

"Temari will show you around the village some time," Gaara reached deep into a pocket beneath his silky azure and white robe. He pulled out a small key.

"This is the house key. You may use it whenever you please, as you leave the house." the sand user brought the key towards Sakura.

Sakura walked closer to Gaara and stood 3 feet away from him. Her hand reached further for the key that was firmly held in the Kazekage's hand. As Sakura touched the key, her fingertips nearly and gently brushed against Gaara's fingers. Just as that happened, there was a mental jolt of electricity that sped through their hands, a feeling of voltage.

The pinkette's eyes widened before quickly pulling the key away. Gaara too, widened his eyes. Sakura looked at her hand. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. The direct contact was enough to make her heart stop beating for a second. She blushed as pink as her hair. The apprentice looked away out of embarrassment. She could tell it felt peculiar for the both of them. Then the pinkette looked up to face Gaara.

He pressed a button on his desk and Temari appeared.

"Carry her home."

Temari nodded and motioned for Sakura to follow her. They travelled in silence for a while.

"Okay. We're here." said Temari. Sakura looked up and gasped. Her emerald eyes widened. It wasn't a house; it was a mansion.

"He lives here?" asked Sakura, her mouth agape.

Temari, by looking at Sakura's face, laughed.

"Yeah, he lives here. If you need anything, I'm a few blocks away, near the Kazekage tower." the older girl insisted.