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Hatsu	By : dragonslover1 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 13
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Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto. I am not profiting from this fanfiction.

Hatsu

Chapter Fourteen

It was incredible -- Suzaki was incredible. How long had Gaara wondered about love and whether or not sex was an indicator? Too long, and with two many girls. All those times before, he had begun to doubt his theory, finding again and again that, after the ecstasy subsided, he was left empty. The exact same way he�d always been empty. There was no love there, no lasting feelings of any kind.

But he�d been right.

He lost his head with Suzaki, from the moment she started with pleasured moans. That was his indicator that her pain was over. And once the pain was gone, so was the control he�d been keeping an iron grip on. He lost himself in her, because of her, until he was fully sated.

They made love three times, each one as wild as the previous. There was no control, for either of them, once it began. He released inside her at the end each time -- which he knew he shouldn�t be doing, but in the moment there was never enough control to do anything about it.

At the end, they lay side by side, breathing heavy and fast. He was exhausted, not that it surprised him. He kept his eyes on her, watching her. Her eyes were closed, one hand over her mouth. Every part of her body was lined with sweat, her cheeks and chest flushed. Her hair was loose over the pillow (and had been bound during the entirety of their first lovemaking, something they�d both overlooked).

As he kept watching her, things began lining up in his mind, things he hadn�t noticed before. For one, if he compared her to every other woman he�d had, she was the only blonde. All of the other girls had been brunettes, though all around the same age. It was a startling realization as he thought of it now, knowing that his choices hadn�t been random -- he�d been searching for something.

Someone.

But how did Suzaki fit the bill if she were different from the others?

What a stupid question. He�d seen her head to toe multiple times now; he knew the answer to that. Suzaki was a brunette. Her hair was sun-bleached, just as her skin was a little darker in certain places where the sunlight fell.

That still didn�t explain a damn thing about why he�d been searching for brunettes.

And then a memory came rushing back. It was so long ago, with so many lost details, that he must have been very young. He guessed he was four; the number seemed right. It was amazing that he could even remember it at all.

What he couldn�t remember was why he was so angry in this memory -- he was instinctively throwing sand at other children his age, who were screaming and running away. Then there was a weight on his arm, and when he looked, a little girl was there, a tiny bit shorter than him, holding that arm. Her hair was brown, in pigtails, she was wearing some pink and white outfit, and her eyes were golden brown. She said something to him -- �Stop that,� �It�s okay,� �You don�t have to,� he wasn�t sure -- but it made him stop all the same.

She invited him to come play with her, he remembered that. They spent the day together, though he wasn�t doing much; he hadn�t known, then, what it was like to play with other kids. He didn�t know what to do. She kept his attention on her, talking to him, drowning out the sounds of the demon in his head whenever it tried to speak up.

Near the end of the day, they were playing in the sandbox, and she was impressed with the things he could do with sand. From there, somehow, he started explaining about Shukaku, the demon, and what it meant. Maybe she asked about the dark circles around his eyes from lack of sleep; he couldn�t remember. He ended up telling her what he knew, about the demon being able to suck his personality out of him in his sleep.

She�d looked shocked, at first. And then she leaned closer, caught his face in her hands, and kissed him. It was a tiny, innocent thing, that kiss; the exact kind of thing a child was capable of. She drew back, wished him luck, and he remembered these words clearly: �Don�t let him win. I believe in you.�

She went home shortly after that, obeying her parents� rule about being home before dark. At some point she�d told him her name, but he couldn�t remember it. Compared to everything else, it seemed insignificant.

But what happened after that? He could recall catching glimpses of her from then on, yet that was it. She never came back to play, never seeking him out, never waving when they spotted each other. Why the sudden change, after a whole day of playing?

He remembered being angry at her for that, but he was never around her long enough to ask about it.

Now, he blinked, coming aware of the present again. Golden brown eyes in the sunlight, he recalled. Suzaki�s eyes were more red-orange in the light. Thinking about it, he realized he wanted her to be that little girl. Yet -- he needed to be sure.

�Suzaki,� he murmured.

She glanced up, smiling. �Yes?�

�Were you a brunette as a child?�

Her brows rose, confusion setting in. �Yes, I was. Why do you ask?�

�And your eyes --� noticing it now, her eyes were just a honey brown �-- were they brown?�

She sat up. �You�re being very confusing,� she told him. �My eyes were a kind of light, pale brown. What�s with the questions?�

�So your eyes changed color as you aged?� he asked as he sat up.

�Yeah. The color deepened, you could say -- more orange. Where are you going with this?�

�Have your eyes always changed color in the light?�

�Whose doesn�t?� She rolled her eyes at his impatient expression. �The sun changes my eye color. I�m not sure why it reacts that way.�

�Do you remember playing with me as a child?�

A crease appeared between her brows. �No, I don�t. I wish I knew what you were trying to accomplish --�

�Is it possible?� he cut her off.

�Possible? That we played?� At his nod, she sighed. �I doubt it. My parents were very strict --�

�How old are you?�

�Good god!� she blurted, clearly growing frustrated. He was sorry about that, but he couldn�t stop now. �I�ll be eighteen in two months,� she answered, exasperated.

�So you�re eight months younger than me,� he deduced aloud. �It�s possible.� He nodded. When he glanced at her again, she was beyond confused. �I remembered something,� he explained. �A memory. I think I was four. Which would have made you three. I think you were the girl I remember.�

She raised her hands in surrender. �Alright, I give. Explain.�

He did, making sure to describe what he could remember of her outfit, in case it helped. And the more he thought, the more resurfaced. She had pink bows in her hair. She wore sandals. He brought up that the encounter was a one-day thing, that she never came to him again.

At the end, Suzaki looked as if the puzzle piece fit. She said, �I do remember my parents just up and decided that I was never allowed around you one day. It seemed to come out of nowhere; I never did understand it. And my favorite color was pink when I was little. But I can�t say for sure that it was me.�

�There�s a lot of similarities,� he reminded her.

She nodded. �Yes.� Then she seemed to grow suspicious. �Why is this so important?�

He hesitated on that. He wasn�t sure why, himself. It just felt like it had a hand in the way he lived his life. At length, he said, �I�ve been making. . .connections. I�m sure I�ve been looking for that girl ever since that day.�

�How so?�

He didn�t want to bring up the one-night girls, but neither did he see a way around it. �All those one-night girls were brunettes,� he explained. �It seems an odd coincidence.�

Her eyes suggested she doubted it was coincidence. �Alright, I can believe that.� And then her face flushed. �Wait, are you saying. . ?�

It was ironic, but after all this time looking for love, once he had it, he couldn�t force the words out. �What I felt with you was different from all the others. Stronger, more potent. I can�t explain it,� he laughed. It sounded pitiful, to know so much but be unable to say it. �I�m almost positive I loved that girl all along. And I think I finally found her again.�

She went very still, very silent. The only change came when her breathing hiked up. It worried him a little; what was going on inside her head? Abruptly he was scared -- scared she might run now.

He could have kicked himself. What a stupid thing to think! Suzaki only ran when he overwhelmed her, confused her. He understood that now. And it mattered little if she ran or not. Her history clearly showed that no matter why she ran, she would return. She loved him too much to stay away.

She opened her mouth. �So what you�re saying is. . .you think I�m that girl you. . .loved?� The last word was quiet, tentative, as if she feared the answer.

A wave of hysteria hit him, the need to laugh nearly overpowering him. But he beat it back to answer more calmly, �All this time you loved me and wanted me to love you, and now that I�ve said it, you can�t believe it?� He couldn�t keep his tone from being incredulous.

She gave a strangled laugh. A hand lifted to brush her hair back. �Yeah, I guess. It�s just so hard to -- to believe it. I never expected. . .� she gestured between them, �this.� Then her eyes flitted away, looking at something else.

He reached out, cupping her cheek to catch her attention. He waited until she met his gaze again before answering.

�I love you, Suzaki.�

The words were a relief to say, lifting weights off him. He�d never felt so unburdened before. It was a pleasant feeling, like jumping off a cliff, but instead of falling, you were gliding. Weightless. The emptiness he�d felt for nearly every day of his life was gone -- not filled, but removed, as if it�d never been there to begin with. And, from somewhere outside his body, a new feeling encroached on him, something he could only have described as his world becoming hers.

Encompassing her world, being swallowed up by hers, yet somehow retaining its size. His personal ladder shifted too, pushing himself down one rung to make room for Suzaki at the very top.

Without thinking, he gave her a half-smile and corrected himself.

�That was wrong. I should have said, �I love you, angel.�� Before now, he�d never thought of her like that. Now, it seemed obvious. With radiance and beauty and grace and selfless love and devotion -- what else could she be? She even looked angelic now, propped up on his bed, gloriously nude with her hair streaming about her, tangled but still bright and smooth.

She flushed a deep red, enhancing the effect.

�I love you, Gaara,� she replied.

He could think of nothing else to say, so he let his actions speak for him. And then, as if summoned by the Gods, their stomachs rumbled in unison.

She broke off laughing, falling back on the bed. �Ah, hunger,� she sighed. �I guess we never did eat.�

He shook his head as reality came back. Everything he�d forgotten was returning, including the fact that he�d taken the entire day off unintentionally. How easily distracted he was where Suzaki was concerned.

They dressed reluctantly, and she kept slanting glances at him when she thought he wasn�t looking. And as they dressed, they talked.

�So, I wonder. . .� she started, hesitant.

�About?� he prodded.

�My. . .tattoo.�

Ah yes, the tattoo. He shivered remembering it, of where it was located. �Yes?�

�Why did you. . .suck on it like you did?� She was blushing.

They only had minutes before he would have to get back to work, so he explained simply, �I�m not sure. It draws me in. Did you not like it?�

She laughed. �I think the orgasm spoke for itself,� she murmured to herself. He smirked.

�That wasn�t my first time seeing it,� he added. At her shocked look, he went on, �Yesterday night, when you were asleep on the couch, you had your leg propped up. . .� He let his voice trail off.

�I knew it,� she moaned, burying her face in her hands, embarrassed.

�Don�t be embarrassed. It made me very happy.�

�Happy?� she echoed, looking up. Her expression was a cross between surprise and confusion.

�Yes.� When her look didn�t change, he said, �It convinced me of a few things, not the least of which was your devotion. I�ve heard many declarations of love pointed at me, but no one else has ever gone that far. I hadn�t been sure, in the past, of how strong your love for me might be, if it was fickle like the others�.�

�The tattoo convinced you?� she queried, incredulous now. �Everything else wasn�t working?�

He considered that. Her occasional glances, her desire to take care of him, were obvious. It was more than he was used to, though not more than he�d ever received before. Well, no, that wasn�t true; she gave him many things he�d never had before. It was just in context, the level of devotion, that he�d had directed at him before.

He looped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him so he could kiss her. Her response was immediate: a moan, then an increase in their pressure of their lips.

He drew back. �Everything else was working,� he agreed. �The tattoo was just the clincher. So tell me, why did you get it?�

She flushed. �I was drunk.�

�I expected as much for a girl to get tattooed at seventeen,� he pointed out.

�I was sixteen,� she countered. �And I wanted to. . .match you.� She couldn�t meet his eyes as she said this.

He rose nonexistent brows in surprise. She�d wanted to match him? �My scar?� he clarified.

She nodded, hiding her face from view.

He gave a laugh. �I didn�t see that coming,� he admitted.

An angry pounding on the front door caught their attention. He recognized Kankuro�s voice from the other side.

�They�re pissed, they�re really pissed,� he was shouting.

He laughed again, with more force. He didn�t care about the counsel right now. He had everything he truly wanted in his arms. Nonetheless, she pulled back, urging him towards the door.

�I�ll get cooking right away,� she promised, �and bring you something as soon as it�s done.�

He spun around to kiss her once more before disappearing outside.

Kankuro�s expression was one of disapproval. �What took you so long?�

�Suzaki,� he answered simply.

Kankuro�s stride faltered as they headed to the Tower, then he caught up. �Does that mean. . .?�

�Form your own opinion,� Gaara told him, rising on a platform of sand.

Kankuro summoned a birdlike puppet, flapping its hollow wings to keep up, rising with him. �Well, my opinion is that you two woke up, ate something, and then slaved yourself to other hungers.�

�You�re mostly right,� Gaara allowed, though he didn�t clarify anything. He reached his office and directed the sand back to the ground.

Kankuro unsummoned the puppet to stick with him.

�I need more answers, bro,� he said simply.

Gaara shook his head. �I have work to do. And don�t harass Suzaki, either,� he warned.

His brother scoffed. �As if you�d punish me.�

�There are many kinds of punishment. I could close down your favorite fast-food shop for a month.�

Kankuro blinked wide eyes, the threat hitting home. �Of course you could,� he spat at himself, growing angry. Or maybe he was frustrated.

�I�ll say nothing more about it for now. Is there anything else you want?�

�Details,� he muttered, knowing he wouldn�t get any.

�She�s very stunning,� Gaara sighed. �Satisfied?�

�You had to pick the most gorgeous woman in town, didn�t you? It�s not bad enough that the rest of the teenage girls have their eyes on you.�

�They�ll soon learn to focus themselves elsewhere.�

�Wow. So quick to rebuff your fan club?�

�I never asked for one,� he reminded his elder brother.

�This isn�t about what you asked for, it�s about what you now have,� Kankuro countered. �Now, you have Sizaki. The other girls are going to turn permanently green.�

�So long as they don�t cease to function entirely,� Gaara replied, rolling his eyes. He didn�t often show such emotion, but this subject was wearing on him. �Now am I allowed to get back to work, or should you continue to distract me?�

�I�ll see if I can�t calm the wolves,� Kankuro laughed, referring to the counsel.

�No mentioning Suzaki.�

�So, I�ll say, what? That you conked out again?�

He shrugged. �If they believe it, go right ahead. It�s as good an excuse as any.�

�I guess. And I suppose I should get going before your sweetheart shows up with a bento,� Kankuro teased.

Gaara scowled. �Good idea,� he agreed. �Go.�

�See ya later, bro.� He walked out the doors.

Suzaki�s face was before Garra�s eyes, even as he tried to work. Multi-tasking was becoming more and more useful. And, thankfully, his appetite for her had not only been mostly satisfied, but was also being overshadowed by physical hunger. He wondered when she would show up.

And what she would bring. He found himself thinking that orange chicken would be an ironic choice.
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