𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄'𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 | gaara

Part 12

While the real Risa strangled the two patrol guards who bore the bad news, Gaara sat in his office, too worried to be able to finish his paperwork, and you yourself were knocked out and in the back of a cart being driven out of the village under the pretense of a delivery.

"Are you sure this is the right girl, Kita?" asked the blonde, Minami, gruffly, sitting on top of your limp body. Kita let out a "tch!" noise.

"Of course she is. I think I'd know Risa [Surname] from a mile away." Kita and Nishi exchanged smirked, and Minami rolled his eyes at the pair.

"Sure you could."

*

I was with one of my younger students teaching her how to aim kunai in the training grounds when we were rudely disrupted by Kankuro barging towards us, waving his arms around frantically.

"Temari! Hey!"

"Kankuro!" I scolded. "Shouldn't you be with your own students?"

"Yeeeeah, well, I was, but yanno, Gaara wants to see us because it's an emergency...?" he said in his chilled back voice. I sighed and looked at my student, shrugging at her. 

"Dismissed for today. I'll see you again tomorrow."

"Yes, Temari-sensei."

As the student left, I turned back to Kankuro with an eyebrow raised. I was already in a bad mood because I had only recently discovered that none other than Risa [Surname] was going to be moving into our house today, on top of already being betrothed to my younger brother.

"What is it?" I asked. Kankuro merely jerked his head to the side.

"Dunno. Gaara said to get there as soon as we can."

We got to the Kazekage's office in less than five minutes, and were greeted by an anxious looking Gaara sitting at his desk.

"Gaara?! What's wrong?! What happened?!" I asked, frowning as I looked over him in worry.

"Risa... she's been kidnapped." 

I internally scowled when he said her name. Risa [Surname]. The "best kunoichi from the Hidden Sand." People say she's getting better than even her deceased mentor, Pakura. Risa was probably the most stuck up bitch I knew. What Gaara had taken a liking to in her, I honestly had no idea.

Noticing the sour look on my face, Kankuro snorted and let out a loud guffaw.

"Well, now, your girlfriend, huh Gaara?" he asked, patting my back. I shook him off instantly.

"Kidnapped, huh?" I asked, trying not to make my distaste too obvious. My brow furrowed in irritation as Kankuro laughed at me again, slapping me on the back.

"Yes, kidnapped. But we don't know who did it, or why." Gaara held his head in his hands. "I want you two to come with me so we can recover Risa."

"But she's such a great kunoichi, I'm sure she'll be just dandy." Gaara glared at me, prompting me to go silent.

"Can we forget the fact that you have a rivalry?! Can we just set aside the fact that you two never got along, and face the fact that this is my girlfriend?! Can we face the fact that this is my wife to be, and quite possibly for that reason alone, she's been taken by someone trying to get to me?"

I looked down at the ground and felt my face flush in embarrassment.

He's right. I'm being stupid.

"Of course. I'm sorry. When do we set off?"