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People who are Important: Book One	By : Morales89 Category: Naruto > General Views: 1255 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and Tv tokyo. This is a purely fanwritten work, with which I make no money, and write only for the pleasure of myself and my readers.

Chapter List
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A/n: Warning! Gaara jerks it in this chapter...I dunno if that counts as Shouta but it was really more of a coming of age, curiousity kind of thing when I wrote it. Still, I'll put this here because he's technically 13/14 still.
Chapter 10

It was late, probably midnight, when Shia and her grandmother finally made it to Sunagakure. The old woman gave a quick goodnight before she was escorted to her hotel room, and Shia made her way to the Sabaku residence. She walked silently next to the her Jounin escort. Her thought process revolved around everything she'd have to go over when she went to see Gaara. She had to record the state of his recovery, work out a few kinks in his body before she had him stand and try to walk again. Maybe it was too late for that now. She didn't want him to exhaust himself.
"Shia-san, we have arrived," the ninja guarding her said, jostling her out of her thoughts.
"Arigato," she said quietly, letting herself in and walking up the stairs into the house.
She moved silently, like the trained ninja she was, through the kitchen and into the living room. The TV was on, and there was Kankurou sprawled out on the couch. His mouth was hanging open, tongue lolling out slightly. He was snoring loudly, and obviously he'd forgotten to clean off his face paint because it was smudged all over his face. He'd also forgotten to clean up his mess from dinner, which Shia silently picked up and brought into the kitchen.
She was careful not to clang any dishes as she placed them in the sink, so as not to wake the sleeping boy up. Finally she made her way to her patient's room. On her way she picked up the remote and shut off the television. Laying it on the small coffee table, she quietly made it to Gaara's door. She lifted her fist and rapped softly on the door.
Gaara's room
He heard a soft knock on the door, and his pale eyes flicked over to the clock on the wall. '12:35am' it said. He wondered silently who that could be, but then remembered what day it was. The nurse was returning today, and she had said she'd come check on him. He looked at the closed door, feeling a strange churn in his stomach. He'd made his decision. He wanted a friend, but the thought of actually saying so made him nervous. What if she changed her mind? What if she laughed at him? What if Shukaku killed her? The demon had been threatening lately. He heard the knock again.
"Enter.." he said, watching the knob turn, and the door creek open.
Slowly the tired looking nurse peered into the room, giving him a small smile. She walked in and closed the door with a soft click behind her. She had something in her hand, and a friendly tint in her dark blue eyes. He looked back at her coolly, but somehow the atmosphere felt less glacial than usual to Shia. He seemed less distant. The slight difference in atmosphere threw her off a little, but she ignored it.
"Good evening Gaara-san," she said, grabbing her clipboard, putting the object she'd been holding down, and heading towards him. His aqua eyes moved to the object on the table, and back to her.
"Hn.." he answered, watching her closely as she ran her hand over his leg, pressing down and feeling the healed bones underneath. She nodded and scribbled down notes.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, moving her eyes to his. He looked at her, knowing she expected an answer. If he wanted to be her friend, there'd have to be some kind of communication involved.
"Better," he said in his monotone. She smiled.
"That's good. Okay, I'm going to give you a choice. I can test your joints right now, get it out of the way, and have you rest through the night…OR…I can do it tomorrow and have you rest for one more day. The decision is yours," she explained. The redheaded ninja thought on it for a moment.
"Now is fine," he answered. She chuckled.
"You really hate bed rest don't you Gaara-san?" she asked. He 'hn'd', and nodded his head.
"Alright, well I will need you to take off your clothes down to your boxers," she said, placing her professional tone in her voice. He felt his stomach flip. Something made him uncomfortable about being almost nude in front of Shia. He'd never been nude in front of anyone. Was it appropriate to be nude in front of her? Would he embarrass her? He then felt stupid, because she was a medic, and she probably saw nude people all the time. Slowly he began to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head, and trying to fight back an unfamiliar warmth from rising to his face.
The young nurse watched as her redheaded patient pulled his shirt over his head. He had pale skin stretched over defined sinewy muscles. It was smooth and flawless; completely devoid of scars, which was odd since he was a ninja. The muscles in his arms flexed as he pulled the shirt over his head, and his rippling abdomen was damn near perfect. She felt a flush raising to her cheeks and averted her eyes when she saw him go for his pants. She fought the blush down, and waited until she heard his clothes fall to the floor. 'Why is this affecting me like this? I've seen plenty of naked ninja in my line of work. Why should he be any different?' she thought. She pushed the thought out of her mind and ordered him to flip over on his stomach.
Gaara felt her warm palms on the bare flesh of his back, and twitched away from the touch slightly. He felt a comforting pat, and then felt her grasp his shoulders. Her hands rubbed the joint connecting his arms to his shoulders. It felt good, and he felt himself relax just a little. Her talented hands moved up his right arm, massaging the hard muscles, the joint of his elbow, his wrist, and then each of his fingers. After repeating the process on his other arm, she moved her hands down to the juncture between his shoulders and kneaded it firmly, causing a ripple of pleasure to move over his body. He bit back a moan.
No one had ever touched him, let alone in the way she was doing right now. (Maybe she's not as useless as I thought. We could take her right now you know…) the demon said ominously in his mind. He was about to retort when she firmly pressed the base of her hand into the lower middle part of his spine. The ninja relaxed instantly, feeling Shukaku recede into his mind. 'Take her?' he thought briefly.
He felt her talented hands move down his sides, rubbing over his waist, and then grinding her thumbs into the small of his back. The redhead involuntarily arched into the touch, silently cursing his body to hell. Her small hands then moved to his sculpted legs, pressing, and firmly stroking the hard muscles. He had to fight the shivers her warm hands left in their wake. She had him roll over onto his back, and placed her tiny hands at the joint between his pelvis and his leg. She rolled, and massaged, and rubbed him down, causing his body to relax. He felt strange, and like his boxers were a little too tight. After she finished kneading the muscles of his toned abdomen and chiseled chest, she stood back and looked down at him.
Shia's dark blue eyes ran over her patient. He'd relaxed for the most part, and she'd been able to work out the kinks of his joints and muscles. He'd be able to walk much easier now. His minty eyes were staring back at her half covered by his dark lids. There was a tinge of pink on his cheeks, that she barely noticed, and even questioned its existence on his face. She felt her stomach flip over uncomfortably. Something about the way he looked right now had her puberty induced hormones raging in her head. Looking back into his eyes, she saw they were directed downwards. Following them, she heard herself gasp, and could not fight the blush that peeked up on her face.
"Nani?" she heard him say quietly. She giggled nervously. It was actually a very common reaction in teenage boys after being massaged. She was used to this….so why was it so mortifying to her again? Shia composed herself, knowing it was probably more embarrassing for him than her. She was prepared to comfort.
"Gaara-san…" she said, regaining his attention. He looked at her with questions in his eyes.
"What did you do to me? That's never happened before," he said to her. She forced herself into her professional personality. Of course he'd just begun puberty, and didn't have anyone to explain it to him before. She wouldn't go into too much detail, because it would be awkward. That question was for one of his siblings, not Shia.
"Don't worry Gaara-san, that is normal. Most guys your age react that way," she said in an assuring voice. He just nodded, and looked down at it again.
"How do I make it stop?" he asked, and her face turned the color of a tomato.
"U..um…It's not for me to explain. Ask your brother," she said in a nervous tone.
When he continued to study it with his eyes she sighed. Could he really be that….innocent? He reached out and poked it, his aqua eyes going wide at the feeling it caused. At this time, Shia decided it was best for her to go. She may be a medic. She may see naked guys all the time. She may see men in this state often, but she was still a twelve year old girl, almost thirteen, who was in that part of life where all of this was both mystifying and embarrassing to her. She could have him walk for her in the morning. As long as he rested tonight, they could go on to the physical therapy in the morning. 'Oh god, don't think physical,' she thought.
"Well…I'm going to go to my room and get some sleep. I've got a big day tomorrow. Rest tonight Gaara-san, I'll be back in the morning," she said, making her way swiftly to the door.
"Why is your face all red?" he asked suddenly, causing her to blush harder.
"No..no reason. Just tired, that's all. Goodnight Gaara-san," she said quickly, turning the knob as she did so.
"Goodnight Akito-san," he said softly, and she closed the door. He pondered her reaction for some time. He turned his pale eyes back on his problem. He needed it to go away. He knew what it was, he just never thought he was capable of doing it. It'd never happened before his thirteenth birthday. It was awkwardly painful.
He touched it again, and a shiver went down his spine. His fingers ghosted over the lump in his boxers, sending delightful tremors through his body. A pale thumb brushed over the tip, causing him to twitch at the jolt of pleasure that hit him. His warm palm laid on the hot swollen flesh that so vexed him, and gave it a firm rub. Gaara's hips jerked up responsively, rubbing against his hand again, and ripping a quiet groan from his mouth. Who knew that feelings like this existed? (Jesus boy….just jack it already, you're driving me crazy here!) Shukaku roared in a lusty voice.
Gaara pulled his boxer shorts down and grasped hold of his erection. He gasped out a breath raggedly at the feeling of his warm hand against his straining member. Slowly he moved his fingers along the sensitive underside, feeling his body shiver in response. With more confidence he stroked upwards quickly. Waves of pleasure continued to course through his body, and so he continued. Gripping his dripping member, he stroked it rapidly, feeling a burning sensation pooling in his lower stomach. His whole body was blazing at these new sensations, and the tension in his lower belly made him frantically increase his pace.
He fisted himself tightly letting his hand go from base to tip, the pad of his thumb trailing the sensitive vein on the underside, and rubbing across the slit at the very tip. A moan tore itself from his mouth, but he managed to cover it with some more shaky breathing. He felt his lower stomach getting tighter, hotter, and more unbearable. His body was in a state of euphoria that until this day was unknown to him. It was like he was balancing on a cliff, and waiting for that extra push off so he could feel the burst of energy as he fell. Like he was a firecracker, or a stick of dynamite just waiting for the explosion.
He felt the shaft of his cock jerk, and then a warm gelatinous substance dripped onto his hand. He was so close...to what he wasn't sure. His pale body trembled viciously as he reached his climactic state. Blood red hair was matted to his head, and a sheen of glossy sweat covered his perfect pearly skin. His tight muscles shimmered as the moonlight filtered through the beads of sweat covering his abdomen. Finally, with one last stroke, he arched up, mouth hanging open in a silent scream of satisfaction, and came fiercely into his hand. He continued to brush his hand over his softening penis, hoping to draw out the feeling. It was so amazing, and fulfilling. Collapsing on the bed, he raised his pale hand to his face, studying the sticky substance that had just come out of him. Using his sand he grabbed a clean cloth and began to wipe up the mess he'd created.
'How interesting..' he thought, 'I guess I've got a couple of questions for Kankurou tomorrow. I hope we're close enough so he won't be uncomfortable with it.'
After pulling his boxers back over his hips, he rolled over, and rested as his nurse had suggested. He thought back to her reaction. Sabaku no Gaara may not know a lot about that part of his body, but he did know what an erection was, and he had a vague idea of what sex was. Why the nurse was so embarrassed about it still confused him? She was a professional. She should've seen it a dozen times. He didn't see what was so embarrassing about it. Without a doubt she probably knew more about sex than Temari and Kankurou combined, but she had already refused to tell him. Kankurou would have to do. Pushing all those thoughts away, he decided to spend this sleepless night pondering the way he was going to ask her to be his friend.
(The next day)
Akito Shia walked into the room looking perky and happy. Her rested and contented looking patient looked up at her with minty eyes. It struck her strangely to see him looking so….normal. The atmosphere was even less cold than last night, and it confused her. She brushed it off anyway, and cast a friendly smile at him.
Gaara studied his doctor carefully, and after finding no signs that she was upset about what happened last night he relaxed. In fact, she didn't even seem to remember. He saw her smiling face, and her aura leaked amiability. (Kami-sama this woman is a complete idiot! Does she not realize we could kill her right now?) Shukaku laughed darkly in his mind. 'But we won't!' Gaara thought back angrily, forcing the raccoon away. He looked back at Shia, she seemed to be running over a list of plans for today's treatment. 'Now is as good a time as any…' he thought nervously.
"Akito-san…" he said, waiting for her dark eyes to turn on him. She regarded him with interest, and slight confusion.
"Hai Gaara-san…are you hungry? Can I make you something for breakfast?" she asked, smiling.
It was fairly early, about 6:45am, and she didn't have to meet her grandmother till 11:00am. She had time to spare, seeing as the first day was only going to be light physical therapy, and a test walk. There was obvious anxiety in his eyes, which threw her off, because he was usually the most difficult person to read. She was good at reading people, really good being a doctor and all, but Sabaku no Gaara was an enigma. Nothing about him made sense. One minute he was cold and distant. Next he was a confused child. Then he was trying to kill her, but after that seeming completely guilty. So the fact that she could read exactly what he was feeling right now confused her. 'Unless he wants me to see…' she thought.
Gaara stared at the confused girl, allowing his anxiety to show through his normally guarded eyes. Perhaps if he showed a bit of vulnerability, she would be able to relate to him as something more than a monster. Those confused navy eyes stared back at him, with so many questions in their depths. They went through a range of different emotions that were associated with bewilderment. Then, something new washed over them. Realization…she knew he was letting her see..and he felt her interest pique. He had to give it to her, she was a quick study. Most people, his family included, had to have it spelled out for them. Now he just had to ask…that's all….just ask her…..now would be good….it's not that hard! 'So why haven't I asked yet?' he thought to himself. (Oh just ask her already your anxiety is making me crazy!) Shukaku yelled in his mind.
"I am…a piece of fruit will do," he said quietly, averting his eyes to the wall. Shia threw him a confused look, but nodded and walked out of the room. 'Damn!'
Sunagakure Hotel
"You're late…" Temari said simply, turning from the pony tailed boy and starting to walk away. Shikamaru followed silently behind the blond kunoichi who was assigned as his guide. He was leaving tonight, and had just received word from the Hokage that she'd received his report. 'Finally,' he thought. Suna was nice, but the heat was driving him insane, and he missed the forests of Konoha. Though...cloud gazing was much easier without tree branches in the way.
Temari walked quietly, not once looking back at the boy behind her. He really did get under her skin. How dare he make her feel guilty about stating the truth? The way he went around saying everything was troublesome, including herself, made it seem he just thought nothing was good enough. For some reason, the thought of herself not being good enough in his eyes really pissed her off.
"Where are you taking me..troublesome woman," he asked, not really sounding like he cared too much. Temari growled. He did it again.
"You're such a jerk," she said quietly, he almost didn't hear it. Almost... He snorted.
"Why? Because I called you troublesome? I call everything troublesome…so don't think you're some kind of exception just because you don't like it. In fact I believe you just might be the most troublesome thing of all…I'm not about to stop being who I am just because you don't like it," he said quietly, putting his hands behind his head. The blond stared at him in disbelief.
"Whatever….I'm taking you to breakfast okay…" she said, turning back.
"Wow, you're more pushy than I thought. You didn't even ask if you could take me on a date," he chuckled, amused. She smirked at him, rolling her eyes.
"You wish kid. Like I would ever go on a date with someone like you," she said, throwing a half assed glare back at him. He just smiled.
"What, I'm not 'good enough'?" he asked, repeating the accusation she gave him yesterday. She just scoffed.
"Ha…guilt doesn't work on me kid," she said, as she continued leading him to the little breakfast shop.
"I didn't say anything about guilt. Looks like someone has a 'guilty' conscience," he said in a mocking tone. She stayed silent. He had her there. This kid really was a genius, and in more ways than one. How obnoxious?
Kazekage Tower
Gaara had finished his apple, and re-planned his strategy of attack on bringing up the whole friends idea with Shia. (Why don't you just ask her you stupid child?) Shukaku snapped irritated in his mind. The demon was obviously sick of hearing the teen's anxious thoughts at this time, and had threatened a dozen times to seize control and kill Shia.
"Okay Gaara-san, I'll need you to get up and try walking again," she said, pushing the chair and nightstand away to make a path. She placed the chair by the door.
"Just over to that chair and back if you can," she said, leaning against the nightstand prepared to rush to his side should he fall.
Gaara pushed off the bed and slid to his feet. He braced himself for the stiff pain, and when it didn't come, he sighed in relief. Again he thanked Kankurou silently for forcing that disgusting mixture of herbs down his throat as often as possible. Letting his right foot lead, Gaara took a step, feeling a slight soreness in his muscles from being out of use for so long. There was a little bit of tension, and his body was a little unstable. His joints were a little resistant, but for the most part they worked. He made it over to the chair, and back to his bed without too much trouble. He then allowed himself to slump down into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Shia looked up at him.
"Okay, did you feel any stiffness? Was it easier this time?" she asked, her pencil in hand, and clipboard on her lap.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. My joints are a little stiff, and my muscles are kind of sore, but it wasn't as difficult this time," he explained quietly, earning a confused look from the brunette. Obviously she'd expected only a nod. He saw her compose herself, and smile.
"Okay, that's very good. You're recovering faster than I expected. In fact, after today's light therapy, I think it would be okay if we got you doing some easy training. The best way to get you back to normal is to edit your usual training into a therapeutic exercise," she said. He 'hn'd'.
"Did you feel dizzy at all?" she asked, scribbling down her notes swiftly.
"Yes, a little bit, but it passed when I started moving," he answered, surprising even himself. He sure was talking a lot today. He felt the nurse's confidence raise.
"Okay, so I'm going to help you out into the living room, and we'll begin your treatment," she chirped, seeming elated that he'd spoken to her. This was different, the first time she'd reacted like most people reacted when he spoke…with fear..or so he'd thought, or rather jumped to the conclusion.
Shia walked over to him, and helped him to his feet. When the initial dizziness passed, he began to move forward. She had her arm loosely around his waist, and he almost enjoyed the feeling of having someone so close. Most didn't dare come this close to him, but Shia never seemed to care, even if he had tried to kill her twice. She just seemed to want to be near him, to….save him. He reflected on the last thought. 'I want someone to save me…' he thought. It was now or never…
"Akito-san…" he said, looking up at her confused stare.
"What is it?" she asked. 'His eyes are so….sad..' she thought, and this time she knew he didn't realize.
"Do you want to be f..?" he asked, having some difficulty getting out the last word in his anxiety. His minty eyes watched her face carefully, looking for any signs of disgust, or hatred. When he found none…he was relieved slightly. She looked confused, and shocked, but also….happy, or at least that was what he hoped he saw. Women could be difficult to read. A few moments passed in silence, and he struggled to keep his nervous breathing normal. He risked another look at her face, waiting for the worst. Waiting for her to run screaming and call him a monster..but it never came.
"I would like that very much Gaara-san," she said, honesty laced in every syllable. Her eyes were flooded with sincerity, and what he thought was happiness. He was not very good at reading people, considering most people only had one emotion upon seeing him…fear. He decided it couldn't hurt to ask her..so he did.
"Are you happy to be my friend?" he asked, not realizing how unsure he sounded. His eyes were guarded again, but she figured it would take time to gain his trust. She didn't know his full story, but he had a demon trapped within him, and if this village was anything like Konoha was with Naruto, she could understand him being so reluctant to trust.
"I am," she said, making sure to sound completely steady even though her mind was racing with happiness. It was silent for a few more moments. Finally they made it to the living room. She pushed the coffee table aside, and had him lay down.
"Well, let's get started shall we Gaara-san?" she said, grabbing his ankle and pushing his leg towards his chest. He felt his muscles stretch; it felt good. He let out a long breath, relaxing, and finally letting reality hit him. He had his first friend, and somehow, he felt a small portion of his heart fill in.
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