A/N: Hello, Hello! We are so excited! THIS is the story all you Whirlwind fans have been waiting for. Now, the whole story was actually made for Natsumi and Akito, so just bear with us. It's always got to start with our number one pairing, Gaara and Sakura.

We really hope you all like this story, and as of right this moment, it is the longest chapter story we have ever written, and we are very proud of it. Though there are a few characters that are not in it from Whirlwind, they are just as good as the original bunch. So look forward to it!

Now the basis of this story is pretty much the whole ninja world is at war with one another, even Suna and Konoha. And if you just read, you will find out why.

Though, we will admit, the inspiration of this story was because we really wanted to write fight scenes between Akito and Natsumi, since we didn't get to in Whirlwind. So enjoy Part One of Magnetism! And please

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Magnetism

Chapter One

-Imprisonment-

Sakura sat up in her makeshift cot when she heard the large metal door to the dungeon open. She had been stuck here for a week, although it felt like much longer, and had already lost all hope of ever escaping. Not that she hadn't tried, because she had. But they had sealed her chakra, and only gave her enough food and water to keep her barely alive and healthy. It was also taking a long time for the wounds she had received before capture to heal.

She had a bruise on her jaw from the hit that had knocked her out, and several small cuts on her arms and legs from kunai and other such weapons. She stood up when she heard footsteps coming down the corridor, wanting to be alert when her captors arrived at her cell. Idly she wondered if they were going to take her away for another interrogation attempt, but thought it too soon. They had only done so once before, and had said they would give her a few days to think about what she was going to tell them. If her calculations were correct, she still had at least one more day before they took her away again.

It wasn't like she would tell them anything anyways. They were in the middle of a war with all the other countries for crying out loud. And these second rate ninjas didn't have the same techniques for interrogation that the Yamanaka Clan did, so it wasn't like they would get anything about Konoha from her any time soon.

She saw the two guards that had taken her away for interrogation enter the hallway that led to her cell then, but this time they were not alone. Between them, hanging limply by his arms, their feet being drug on the floor, was a man. It was too dark in the underground cavern for her to make out any significant details about him, other than the fact that he was male, most likely taller than her, not from her village, and unconscious.

They stopped at her cell, giving her a warning look. "Better behave yourself Pinky." The bulkier of the two said, laughing a bit.

"Yeah, we brought you a little friend. Should be pretty interesting when he wakes up and sees who his new cell mate is. Hope you two get along." The other, leaner one, smirked. They unlocked her cell and as one stood guard the other heaved the heavy body into the middle of the prison. "Enjoy." He waved, leaving the cell. They locked it once more and continued back down the way they came.

When she was sure they were gone, and heard the door slam, the bolt slid back into place, Sakura moved from her spot and made her way over to the unconscious body. He was face down but his attire looked oddly familiar. The medic in her began to assess his injuries, noting the only external injury was a huge blow to the head. She set her hand down on the gash, seeing that the blood was still fresh. Her brow scrunched together as she examined his features. Red hair? She gently turned him over and went wide eyed when she was met with the unconscious face of Sabaku no Gaara, the Kazekage of Suna. A village she happened to be at war with.

But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that he was critically injured, and she was the only one who could help him. He was one of Naruto's best friends, and an important political head. On top of that, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she just sat back and let him bleed. Head injuries needed to be tended to as soon as possible.

That decided she looked around for something to use as a bandage. She could use her shirt, but that would only leave her in her breast bindings and bra, and in a place like this it simply wouldn't do. Then she noted the sleeves on his shirt and smiled. They would be perfect. She reached up and ripped his right sleeve from his shirt at the seam, biting it and tearing it to use as a bandage. She reached over and grabbed her cup of water, dipping the material in it so she could stop the bleeding and clean the wound. She continued to do this until she was satisfied that it was clean enough for her to cover it. She would just have to hold out until their captors saw fit to give her more water.

Then she wrapped it around his head and tied it off. Leaning over him, she ripped off his opposite sleeve, not wanting his shirt to look uneven and weird. It didn't matter if it was a trivial thing, the neat freak and OCD in her wouldn't allow it. She fashioned the extra sleeve into a bandage as well and tied it over the first one she had put on him, just to be on the safe side. Then she picked up her cup of water and put a bit on her hands in an attempt to wash off the blood. Hopefully he would wake up soon so that she could check to see if he had any form of concussion. Deciding with a sigh that she would just have to wait, she hoisted the redhead over to her cot, which just happened to be the only one in the cell. Then she crossed her legs and sat next to him, watching intently for him to open his eyes.

At least nine hours had gone by when Sakura was startled from her small doze, the redhead laying down on her makeshift bed moved and his face contorted into one of pain. He groaned loudly, and tried to move but found his body stiff. Slowly, his shadowed eyes cracked open and he stared at the ceiling. Finally allowing the dim light to set in his eyes he looked around, seeing he was in a cell. Another presence drew his gaze and when he looked over he saw the pink haired companion of his dear friend. "Haruno?" he asked, sounding unsure if he was simply seeing things.

Relief washed over her face then. Another hour or so and she would have thought the worst had happened. She leaned over him and smiled kindly. "You're awake. Tell me, do you know who you are?" she asked, testing for the concussion.

He gave her an odd look, this was slightly alarming. She was from Konoha, yet she was not attacking him. The fact he had even awoken somewhat surprised him. "If I didn't know who I was, why would I know who you are?" He replied. He wasn't trying to sound like a smart ass, but the question seemed silly to him.

She glared down at him lightly. "I'm just trying to make sure you don't have a concussion okay? These are standard questions. Now are we or are we not at war?" she asked, searching his eyes for signs of confusion or disorientation. So far though things seemed good, since he had responded normally.

"Yes. We are." He replied, now becoming irritated, why was she asking all these inane questions?

She nodded and smiled slightly. "You seem okay to me. Let me know if you feel a headache coming on or are disoriented. In a few hours I'll need to check your head wound again, just to make sure it's closing up nicely and there's no infection."

He remained silent, staring up at her. It was obvious the only thing running through his mind was confusion. Finally he spoke, "Why are you taking care of me Sakura?" he asked. He knew they were at war. The whole ninja world was trying to destroy the other and Konoha and Suna had not escaped this terrible ordeal.

She tilted her head to the side and gave him a confused look. "Why wouldn't I?" she asked.

He avoided her gaze then, not able to look her in the eye any longer. "Because I tried to kill you. I don't understand."

Her confusion grew. "Well we are in the middle of a war. It's only natural."

"Not now." He growled out, how could she not remember? He could clearly envision the fear he saw on her face so many years ago when they were only thirteen.

Realization dawned in her emerald eyes then. He meant at the Chuunin Exams all those years ago. She shrugged, sitting back on her haunches. "It doesn't matter, it's in the past. Besides, you are a different person now, as am I."

He looked back over at her, not fully understanding why she had been so forgiving. He had never actually apologized for that. "Still…I'm sorry…" he admitted, staring back up at the ceiling.

"It's fine." She reassured. Then she rested her head against the hard stone wall and let out a sigh. "Looks like we'll be stuck here for a while. I've been in this cell for a week already." She told him.

He sighed loudly, "That does not bode well." He pressed his lips together and then felt his stomach. He pulled up his shirt and sat up some, feeling a bit woozy. He saw a seal painted on his flesh and let out another irritated growl. "This sucks."

"Yeah, they sealed me too. Not that it stopped me from trying to escape." She said with a wry smile.

"I would expect nothing less from you." He shut his eyes, liking the feel of the darkness. A small smile played across his features. He had seen firsthand how developed Sakura had become in her fighting. It was nothing less than impressive. "How did they get you?"

"I was on a high priority mission to gather some herbs for Konoha. We grow as many as we can, but some of the rare ones we don't have. So I was sent to sneak into Waterfall and retrieve them. Unfortunately I had to go all the way to the border of Rock, and I came upon a group of ninjas. I tried to go around them, since I really didn't have time to fight and I needed to get the herbs back as soon as possible, but I wound up getting caught. There were too many for me to take down on my own, and I was knocked out." She said, absentmindedly touching the fading bruise on her jaw. "What about you? I wouldn't expect you to be out of the village unless it was a dire matter."

He opened his eyes once more and stared up at the earthy ceiling. "Rock had attempted to attack Suna. I was covering the back, but we had an infiltration problem and one of my Jounin was killed and impersonated. There were hundreds of those shinobi trying to overrun Suna. Luckily, we fended them off but before I could rest I was hit from behind by my own, well what I thought was my own, subordinate. Next thing I know, I'm here."

"Well from what I can tell in my travels from this room and the interrogation one, we are in a base bordering the ocean. I could faintly smell the salt from the sea. And the stone used to build this place is one commonly found near beaches." She observed.

"Fantastic." He grumbled out. "I hate water."

She chuckled softly. "It's not so bad, although with the type of fighting you use I can see why." She sighed then. "I miss the sun." she said sadly.

"Me too…" he looked over at her and then a bit lower. "I promise I do not wish to take advantage of your kind gesture, but the floor is making my head hurt. If it isn't too improper, can I use your lap?"

"Of course." She said, scooting over to the pallet. She wanted him to be comfortable after all, and she didn't want to aggravate his wound. "Lift your head carefully." She told him.

He placed his hands flat against the floor and slowly got up, moving closer to her. With her aid, he placed his head on her comfortable lap. "Thanks." he voiced his gratitude, she after all was not from his village and their past hadn't exactly been pleasant. He shut his eyes once more, enjoying the soft feel she had. It was more than comforting, it was soothing.

"No problem." She absentmindedly brought her right hand up and ran her fingers through his hair in an effort to comfort him more, gently massaging his scalp in the process. His hair was really soft, she observed. "Tell me if you want me to stop." She said, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or make him uncomfortable. But it was soothing to her, because she needed something to do, and she was glad for the company.

"It's fine." He breathed out, this action was something so foreign to him. "I've never had someone touch me…comfortingly before."

She continued her actions, not really surprised at his admission. "Well if it's making you uncomfortable or anything just let me know and I'll stop. I just need something to do." She gave him a small smile.

"I just said it was alright Sakura, you more than anyone should know if I do not like something I will do something about it." He snapped, but then took a deep breath. "Sorry, I did not mean to sound so harsh. I enjoy it. Okay?"

"Alright." She murmured, resting her head against the wall and sighing. She wanted to sleep, but it wouldn't be long before those men came back to take her away again, and she didn't want to be vulnerable when they did. Also, Gaara needed to be watched for at least twenty four hours, just to be sure that his injury hadn't affected his cranial abilities.

It didn't take very long for the redhead to fall asleep once more. He was exhausted and the blow to his head was not helping him stay conscious. She looked down at him and halted her movements, noticing that he was asleep. She smiled softly when she saw his face. It was so peaceful. Resting her hand on his head, she shut her eyes, deciding to just rest them. Eventually though, she too drifted off.