Fires of Battlefields

Disclaimer: I own nothing save this particular take on a common idea amongst Gaara/Sakura fans.

Prologue:

The night was cold, which was to be expected seeing as nights in the desert usually are. However, for one person at least, the night was anything but cold. No, for them it was hot, unbearably close, and showed no signs of letting up anytime in the near future. Turning restlessly on the bed, never stilling for more than a few precious seconds, sheets long since discarded – thrown to the floor, it seemed there would be no peace for them that particular night.

Apparently though, the fates decided to take pity on the poor soul and they suddenly woke up, gasping desperately for air and grasping at their head, a look of utter disbelief etched onto their features as sweat dripped down their face. After catching their breath, the figure wiped the perspiration off their face and stood, proceeding to walk towards the open window, groaning as they allowed themselves to bask in the cool night air and moonlight that streamed in through the opening.

Gazing at the sky, the figure, a male, sighed agitatedly before coming to a decision and heading out of the room then out of the house they resided in. They walked down a few secluded pathways before coming to a large stone building and walking into said building. After climbing numerous flights of stairs, he finally opened a door to an office and sat down in the chair positioned behind a rather large mahogany desk. Taking out a formal looking blank scroll, he began to write until, seemingly satisfied at what he had written, he rolled up the scroll, sealed it, and summoned a messenger to deliver the message to its intended recipient.

"Take this to Konoha, to the Hokage immediately", he said, and turned around to face towards the window in his office, leaving no room for questions. The messenger bowed before scurrying to comply. Taking a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh, he took one last glance out the window before rising to leave the office. Just before turning out the lights and going out the door, he muttered faintly, almost inaudibly, "Let's see where this will lead the two of us….", before trailing off, leaving things unsaid and flicking off the light and exiting the room, closing the door soundlessly behind him.

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