Hidden Powers

Well, I like the reviews so far so I guess I'm playing the good author now and leaving you my little note.

So I'm extending a challenge. This chapter contains a lot of imagery and decoration and so on, so I want to see if you guys can guess. Am I a girl, or am I a guy?

Feel free to guess in the reviews.

BTW I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

And now I send love to my reviewers.

Lemon Drops: I've been Following your Hot Sand story for a while. Love it.

kawaiicrimsonkitsune: How cute ^.^!

And to the others, thank you for the hunger. What is the point of writing if my fans aren't happy.
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Pre Story Dialogue-

Naruto: Do we have steamy hot sex in this chapter?

Gaara: Are you going to make me look insane again?

Lee: Do we get to frolic in a field of flowers as the power of youth explodes?

Naruto: Dude, that sounded kind of gay.

Gaara: Shhh, wait, we could have fun with this.

Lee: *eyes widen in realization* SAKURA-CHAN! WHERE IS MY SAKURA-CHAN!
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“Morning Temari,” Gaara said as he took his place at the head of the table. Being Kazekage went hand in hand with all the usual formalities implied. In other words, a meal simple cannot start until he took his place at the table.

It also meant that he had to put on the inhuman Kazekage mask before allowing others to see him. No one could know about the fact that yes, the Kazekage was a real person, and yes, he dealt with real issues (just like everyone else). The ‘Kages were supposed to be able to handle everyday things with ease because they were the best. The were supposed to be super human.

Kankuro descended the stairs into the ‘breakfast parlor’ (there were so many rooms in the estate that they had started to come up with random names and uses for many of them). The puppeteer looked worse for wear in the mornings and today was no exception. In the mornings, the war paint was missing and he was often barely dressed. Today his socks were mismatched, his fly was undone, and he was rubbing the crust out of his eyes.

“Nice of you to join us this morning,” and Temari had room to talk. She was the exact opposite of Kankuro. Today, just like every other day, she rose at 5 in the morning to jog laps around the estate, wake the cooks and let them know what she’d like for breakfast, bathe, stretch, and then do a quick maintenance check on her fan. Of course, she managed to fit knocking on Kankuro’s door four or five times to try and get him up at 8 for breakfast. Even after that, however, it was rare for Kankuro to get up and join them. He was perfectly content with eating breakfast at noon.

The breakfast parlor was beautiful. Gaara let Temari take of the project of remodeling rooms and designing for empty ones after getting frustrated with idea of color coordination, and it was probably for the best. Temari did a wonderful job, and this room was one of her favorites. Her morning routine was a sacred ritual and she wanted a nice homely feel to complete it while she ate her first meal of the day. The carpet and walls were a light honey color and were expertly complimented with the intoxicating color of red wine that graced the ceiling and borders. It was one of the smallest rooms in the estate, and Temari like the intimacy of the space. There were two round, glass tables set on wrought iron. Crystal vases stood at the center of each table and were always filled with fresh flowers. There were four chairs to a table, each with wrought iron bases similar to the tables and honey color cushions that matched the room. All this was wonderful, but Temari’s favorite part of the room had to be the large window seat. It filled out an entire wall, and from the window you could see the beautiful garden and Koi pond, rarities in the large expanse of desert. Gaara caught Temari gazing out at the breathtaking scene.

“What’s up?” Gaara quirked a non-existent eyebrow. Temari had a gift for administration, but that didn’t mean her job wasn’t difficult. Temari usually did her window gazing on day’s she knew she’d be extremely busy. Kankuro’s theory on the subject was that she long to be free. Gaara’s, that she’d have something to look back on and smile at, knowing that at least one thing went right that.

Temari took a long sip if tea, gaze not faltering from the Koi pond. The pumps were now active. Even Gaara had to agree that the fountains were a beautiful sight.

“I’ve just received word from the Hokage. She will be here in three days to discuss the upcoming chuunin exams, and apparently, she is bringing guests with her. A lot of them. Among these guests are Hataki Kakashi, Haruno Sakura, Inuzuka Kiba, Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuuga Hinata, Hyuuga Neji, Nara Shikamaru, and of course, the Inuzuka is bringing his dog.” Temari tore her gaze from the window to open her laptop and pulled up a map of their estate to start assigning rooms.

“Gaara, for once, you look semi-interested,” Kankuro spoke for the first time that morning and proceeded to shove jam and toast into his mouth in a very cave man like manner. It was true though, Gaara’s eyes did light up at the mention of Naruto’s name. Who didn’t though if they really knew the kid. He was just that kind of person.

Temari’s fingers flew over the keyboard as she placed people where they needed to be. Some were obvious. Hokage in VIP sweet. Bodyguards all around her. Shikamaru and Sakura in the rooms right next to hers. She smirked. Shikamaru had been phoning her about the late night rendezvous the he had with the fierce medic nin. Now would be the perfect time to introduce her to a wider aspect of sex.

Temari scanned the map again. “Crap.”

“Hmm?” Gaara looked up from his plate, chopsticks poised midair. Kankuro had fallen asleep again, and apparently the food on his plate made an agreeable pillow, at least for now.

“I don’t know where to put Kiba and Akamaru.” Temari worried her lip and glanced over the map again.

“Just put them in a room with a door that leads outside.” The answer seemed pretty obvious.

“But all the bedrooms with doors that lead out go straight to the garden but yours! That dog has acidic piss! I like my roses the way they are!”

Gaara really couldn’t care less…

But if it really bugged Temari…

“Then just put them in my room. Throw a big doggy bed in there or something and I’ll take one of the garden rooms.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s not really much that I’m giving up.” It was true. Gaara didn’t really enjoy surrounding himself with extravagant furnishings.

“Just make the room cozy and give it to him.”

Temari grinned as she pulled up a browser page and began to order new furniture online for Gaara’s room. She had been wanting to do that for such a long time. ‘I think I’ll charge that as a diplomatic expense. Now all I have to do is create a meeting agenda list, gather the information on all the promising genin and organize it, and order food for about 30 plus ninja.’ And with that, she placed Gaara in a garden room, right next to Naruto.

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The Konoha ninja were making their way their way to the Hidden Sand Village in strategic groups. The Hokage group was obviously the priority group and consisted of Kakashi, Shizune, Genma, and of course, the Hokage. One group went to scout ahead at about half a miles distance while two groups flank her sides at around a quarter of a mile. With Akatsuki at large, Naruto’s group was priority number two. He was to trail Tsunade’s group at half a mile’s distance with two groups flanking him as well.

It had been three minutes since the Hokage line left meaning that the Naruto line was up next. His two flanks were to leave at high speeds seconds before he did in order to fan out. Shikamaru was on a ten mile radius walkie talkie so all the ninja knew of the progress (he was of course the mastermind behind the plan and must therefore make sure it’s executed with perfection).

“Ja ne!” Kiba said before taking off on Akamaru with his group. Shino simply nodded before disappearing behind a cloud of flies.

“Thirty seconds,” Shikamaru state, checking his watch often to make sure the blond brat left on time.

“Excited Sai?” Naruto was bouncing off metaphorical walls. He couldn’t wait to see Gaara again.

Sai smiled, “Nope, dickless wonder.” Naruto scowled.

“15 seconds.”

“We can’t have that now can we!” Yamato stated.

‘AGAIN WITH THOSE DAMN FREAKY EYES!’ Naruto exclaimed in his head.

“5... 4... 3... 2... 1...”

And Neji, Naruto, Yamato, and Sai were off leaving Kurenai, Shikamaru, Sakura, and Hinata to trail. Group 8, line 4.

“Don’t stare at my ass while I’m leaving, Sakura-chan.” Naruto gave his behind a little wiggle and not paying attention to where was going, flew smack dab into a tree.

“Serves him right,” Sakura muttered. Shikamaru nearly giggled as Naruto got back up to his feet. Hinata looked like she was battling with herself to work up the courage to go help him up.

“Two minutes.”
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Gyah, I can't believe no one said anything about the positioning. It took me a lot of work trying to think like a genius.