Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Diplomatic Proposition ❯ step two in my life-longdream of being ANBUed. (Step one not featured under this penname.) ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Gaara decided that he had no idea what was going on.

He really had no reason to be here, whatever diplomatic issues he had come for had been resolved. Technically speaking, Leaf and Sand had absolutely no business with each other right now.

So why was the Kazekage sitting at the opposite end of a table from the fifth Hokage in a relatively empty office, with nothing to say?

He didn't know.

That alone was strange enough, but the truly puzzling part was Tsunade's behavior. He would call it flirtatious if it weren't for the fact that that made no sense.

Twenty seconds since either of them had said anything or moved. Felt longer, but twenty seconds of stillness can equal five minutes of action when it comes to state of mind.

“Not much for talk, are you?” Tsunade broke the silence with what Gaara observed to be a devious glint in her eyes. “That's alright, after all,” she leaned over the table, supporting her weight on her arms “Actions speak louder than words,” she finished, slowly bringing her right hand to her chest and adjusting her shirt, leaving it slightly more open than before.

Gaara lowered his gaze to the area the older woman was obviously trying to attract his attention to.

Good Lord, look at that.

Bras are measured alphabetically, right? Do they go up to G, or would those constitute as F's? Doesn't matter; its not like she wears one, anyway.

Actually, judging by her movement, those things look kind of heavy.

“Doesn't your back hurt?” No sooner did the words leave Gaara's mouth than he realized that was probably a really stupid thing to say. (This, children, is why Gaara doesn't like to talk)

His suspicions were confirmed when a scowl briefly contorted her features and she snapped “Doesn't yours?” gesturing towards his gourd, propped up against a corner on the other side of the room and sinking back into her chair.

The younger man gave a casual shrug as if to say `Ah, touchÃ©' and tried to make it look as though he didn't feel like an ass.

Tsunade sighed and glanced at him contemplatively for a moment, before nodding to herself resolutely.

"Nevermind, Gaara-kun, let's just get back to business. But perhaps we should continue this in a more, ah, private location…?"

Gaara looked around at the office. More private? How was this not private? Sure, that was a pretty big window, but- Good Lord, she WAS hitting on him!

Tsunade smirked in satisfaction as the younger man's eyes widened and a blush spread across his face. And here she had just been thinking he was dense…

Naturally, Gaara was at a loss. He had just been propositioned by the Hokage. NOW what the hell was he supposed to do?

Gaara wasn't sure, but it seemed as though there were pretty much two ways to look at the situation at hand; diplomatically and morally.

Well, if he looked at it diplomatically he knew the answer. He had, oddly enough, been in the exact same situation before- The Otokage had made a much less subtle proposition last year; the result of which being Gaara fleeing the country as quickly as possible and cutting off any ties between The Sand and Sound.

So, obviously, to reject the proposal would be political suicide (Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, they say).

And Morally…

Gaara looked at Tsunade thoughtfully. The sly grin on her face was beginning to wane with impatience, until the Kazekage sitting before her closed his eyes and smirked.

Since when did Gaara have morals, anyway?

"Perhaps a more private location would be appropriate."

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A/N: I cannot believe I just wrote a six-hundred word sexual innuendo. What the Hell was I thinking? Gaara is so out of character it hurts.

(step two)