Warm Days, and Ripped Clothes

Another one-shot. I'm not sure I'm to happy about it, but you can decide for yourself!

A sort of forced request from Mettlei

Just borrowed it from fanfiction just wanted to share

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Why was it so fucking hot out here? Neji thought as he leaned back on the beige colored building. It was the only place he could find a little shadow, but even there it was way too hot. How can people live in these conditions? He wondered. It shouldn't take long anymore. He only had to report back to the Kazekage and then he could go home again. He had already lost Gai and Lee somewhere around here. They were off running circles around the city since the sand makes you walk slower. Some sort of twisted game Neji never understood. He didn't know where Tenten was, but he knew she was spending time with Temari. She would be taken good care off.

But now he was all alone in this sandy and empty city. He knew why all those people were inside and he wished he could be too. But of course he had to wait outside for Gaara's guards to get him. Why did he have to be the one to arrange everything? Right, because he was the responsible one of his group. He still was jonin for a reason.

Finally one of the guards came and let him inside. The coolness of the hallway struck him and he marveled the feeling of it. He wished he could stay here forever, but unfortunately life wouldn't let him. The guard opened the door to the Kazekage's office and Neji went inside.

Gaara was sitting at his desk, flipping through some papers and didn't even look up when the door opened. He already knew who was coming and wanted this to be over as soon as possible. He had better things to do.

When he did look up he was shocked by the beautiful person that stood before him. He had expected Might Gai or maybe even Rock Lee, but not Neji Hyuuga. A soft breeze came in through the window and swept through Neji's hair, lifting it up a bit and then laying it back down. Parts of it had come loose out of its tie and sweat had wetted parts of it. He pale hand came up and placed some of the strands of hair behind his ear.

'Neji,' Gaara said, acknowledging his existence.

Neji bowed before him and placed some of his own paperwork on the large desk. 'My lord,' he greeted in return.

Gaara picked up the rapport and checked some of the notes inside it. 'Did Gai write this,' he questioned.

Neji rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. 'He has never done any paperwork in his entire life. He should be happy to have me on his team,' he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

A small smile crept on Gaara's face and Neji watched it with great curiosity. Did he just make the Kazekage smile? He liked the sight of it. Those small plump lips slightly curving upwards, his light green eyes glistening a bit more and the red hair sparkling, but wait, it always sparkled. Or maybe that was just his imagination.

Gaara signed the paper, read it through ones more, before handing it back to the longhaired brunette. Neji himself flipped through it then and nodded at the signature at the bottom of the last page. He had everything he needed and was about to leave.

'You're going home immediately?' Gaara asked just when Neji was about to open the door.

The brunette turned around and his lavender eyes closed slightly due to the frown that had formed on his face. 'I think we are, yes.'

The redhead nodded and waved him over. 'I like your help with a rapport before you leave. The others will be entertained by my staff, so don't worry about them.'

Reluctantly Neji walked back to the desk, but now stood beside Gaara instead of in front of him. He leaned over the large wooden thing and read what the Kazekage was pointing out. Now Gaara took his chance to get a glimpse of that soft round ass of the brunette. He always thought Neji had been to beautiful for his own good. The way his long hair flowed around him all the time and his eyes that seem to hold so many secrets.