Chapter 9
He dreamed of her. So vivid that he wasn’t sure what was true and what was false.
He saw her appear as he was contemplating one of the signs of heart failure they insisted upon putting in the rooms. He went to her without thought. Drawing her into his arms as she cupped his face in her hands. Then his lips were on hers and hers on his. Was it a dream?
She felt his passion and it alarmed her. She had never felt such emotion before. She felt as if she could drown in it and so she ran from it. Making a point of avoiding him.
He was the one who was supposed to be emotionally stilted. But he searched for her until he was fed up and demanded her presence via his role as Kazekage.
His siblings were at first unsure of his behavior, but then saw the truth of it and decided Sora was good for him and tried to manipulate her into seeing him with no luck.
“What can I do for you, Lord Kazekage?” She was perfectly professional and he didn’t know what to say. Why are you avoiding me? I want you. Do you want me? Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well. He was left with staring at her, which his black-rimmed green eyes were unfortunately good at. She didn’t squirm, just stared back.
He didn’t notice when a stream of sand began to tug on her boots. He wasn’t consciously doing so, so how did it have agency? Were there remnants of Shukaku where there shouldn’t be?
She felt herself being drawn towards him but didn’t resist too strongly, feeling the desire to be in his immediate presence increasing as she inched closer.
All of a sudden she was practically on top of his desk, disrupting his paperwork. And he couldn’t resist it anymore. Not that he had been actively trying before.