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A Bride from Konoha	By : dotdotdot86 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 15: New Life And Death

A/N: Its shorter than usual..I know..but i've been too busy lately...

Sakura stirred from her sleep and opened her eyes tiredly. Her body felt boneless and sated and lay so limp on the top of Gaara's chest. She stretched languidly and lifted her head to see Gaara was staring at her.
"Hey, you are not sleeping."
"Yeah." He reached out to play the stand of her hair.
Sakura rolled onto her side and folded her arm behind her head to raise herself up. It was so nice lying on the warm bed with sheets tangled between their naked bodies. The light from the candles had been long extinguished. But the room was full of moonlight as the windows were wide opened. She smiled lazily at him.
"Hey, what are you thinking?" She asked softly.
"This and that." He drawled.
"Huh, figures." Sakura muttered. Some time he was so annoyingly arrogant. She rolled back to the other side to continue sleeping, but her shoulder was caught by his hand. He forced her down onto her back, pining her to bed with his weight.
His face was so near as she could feel his warm breath. In dark, she could see his eyes glittered as he was staring at her with an intense expression.
"Marry me."
Her eyes widened in surprised.
"What?"
He stared at her. "You heard me."
It took several minutes for his words to be registered in her mind. Sakura began to feel panic inside her.
"You can't possibly be serious!"
She pushed his chest and struggled to be out under his body. Gaara rolled to let her go and she took the opportunity to leap off from the bed as far as she could. She covered herself with the bed sheet and glared at him.
Gaara rose from the bed and strode nakedly toward her. His skin glowed as he was bathed in rich moonlight. Sakura moved backward desperately, accidently hit the edge of the table. Gaara took the opportunity to cage her between his arms, but she managed to duck and got away from him. Like a net, the sand was casted over her like a huge wave as he realized that she was determined to jump out through the window.
"This is completely out of blue! You can't possibly asking me with so sudden!" She said frantically while fighting to be freed from the sand.
"I've been waiting for asking you for a long time." He said calmly.
"Huh?" Her struggle ceased, and she stared at him in bewilderment.
But everything came back to her. The continuously rumors, the way villagers had behaved toward her. How this morning Temari carelessly had asked her to choose between two patterns of expensively silky cloths and how the seamstress had taken a measurement on her body. ,It was for a special occasion, Temari had told her, and she without a protest just played it along without any suspicious at all.
"They are the wedding gifts, aren't they?" She asked incredulously, could not belief that she had been tricked. "I have been wondering why the elders were too kind lately."
His gazed fixed on her face. "Yeah."
She searched for his expression. He was always unreadable, but the way he parted his lips and breathed so painfully calmer than usual, he actually looked quite discomposed as waiting for her answer.
So he was nervous. Hope and joy soared inside her, with her heart felt all warm and tender. But her feelings quickly changed into despair and regret.
"Gaara," she said softly. "I…I can't marry you."
A flicker of pain crossed his impassive face. "Give me a good reason."
She lowered her gaze. "I'm not what you think I am. I'm not a good person."
"Sakura…"
She took a step backward and shook her head. She turned her body to face the full moon and inhaled the night air.
"You don't understand." She said. "I have done a terrible thing before." She tilted her head to look up at the night sky before continued softly. "Back in Konoha, I was an unofficial prisoner. Oh, they treated me well, but, as long as I stayed in the village compound, they wouldn't harm me."
She turned to him. "They have spared me because of Naruto."
"I don't care if you killed thousand innocent men. I'm worst than that." He said quietly. "I will protect what are mine, including you."
"Gaara…" Her throat tightened with emotion. She wanted to weep. "I can't be with you. After Temari's birthing, I need to get out from here."
"Why?"
She stared at him. "To correct the things that I shouldn't do in the first place." She said regretfully. "I have to go and find him."
Gaara jerked her hard against him. "I told you before." He said darkly and gazed deeply into her eyes. "If you think I would let you go to other men, you are sadly mistaken."
Sakura winced as he held her wrist so tightly. Her other hand pushed his chest as she struggled to free herself. But he didn't let her go.
"It is because of Naruto, isn't it? He asked you to protect me." She pushed his chest harder but he did not budge. "He wants me to marry you so I won't be his burden anymore."
"Get real, Sakura." His hand gripped her bare shoulder. "The last person in Konoha he would approve me to marry is you. He waited for you for so long, but you broke his heart."
Sakura stopped her struggle and lower her gaze weakly. Gaara raised her chin to stare into her eyes deeply.
"I won't force you to accept this marriage…but let's be honest to yourself." He held her gaze "What do you feel about me?"
Her breath caught. The second wave of panic washed over her, brought the turmoil and fresh pain resurfaced from deep in her heart.
"Tell me now."
"I can't," she whispered.
"Be honest Sakura…"
She couldn't. She had been caught with too many layers of problem. Her confession was the final defense she had. If she took that away, and if she was not careful enough, he would totally own her. Gaara liked to control everything. That was his nature.
She should have known that this game was too dangerous for inexperience woman like her. She should have realized that once she was caught and tangled in his web, she would never be escaped from his lair. He'd changed her perspective of life. He'd made her feel woman and alive again. And he'd even managed to change her heart and made her forget all the painful memories.
But she couldn't give what he wanted. As much as she wanted to, she could not stay like this and be with him forever.
"I'm sorry." She whispered regretfully. Sorry for being so warm and then cold toward him. Sorry for couldn't continue to fill the warmth in his lonely heart. Sorry for giving him such a high hope and left him high and dry as she was too scare to risk her own heart.
Somebody knocked the door loudly. Gaara cursed and let her go. He went to the door opened it impatiently.
"This is better be important". He warned with a deadly tone. Sakura craned her neck and saw two guards were cringed with fear and perhaps embarrassed at his half-naked state.
"It's about your sister Kazekage-sama. She's in labor and asks for Haruno-sensei's presence."
Sakura stiffed and went to the door, ignoring the sand trying to cover her body. She tightened the sheet over her breasts and nodded briskly towards the guards.
"I'll go there as soon as possible. But could you please tell Butsu-baachan that I need her? I know it's already late at night, and the poor old lady might be already in bed, but I could use her experience."
The guards nodded with red faces. Gaara shut the door impatiently.
"Get dress quickly. I'll send you."
Sakura nodded and reached out for her crumpled dress. They were working silently. Gaara reached for her hand as the sand materialized behind him. She stepped into his embrace without be able to look at him.
"We will continue this later." He muttered into her ear.
Those were his last words before the sand cocooning them up.

"This is all my fault! This is all my fault!"
Shikamaru rubbed his face. Kankuro lounged against the window, watching amusedly as his brother in law was moving agitatedly back and forth in front of the door.
"Of course it's your fault. You are the one who impregnated her."
Shikamaru glared at him irritably. And then sighed. "That's not what I meant. I shouldn't lash my anger like that. If something happened to her…" He sighed again.
"Damn!" His fist pounded against the wall.
"Hey, relax. I know my sister well. She is a tough woman."
Gaara was sitting crossed-legged on the sofa across the room, watching broodingly at Shikamaru restless state and Kankuro leisurely stance. Sakura was in the labor room, along with several medics and the old woman. One hour had passed since they had arrived in the hospital.
Temari sudden screaming made Shikamaru launched himself toward the door. The door would be broken if Kankuro didn't held him tightly.
"Damn it Kankuro! Just fucking let me go!"
"No, Sakura ordered not to disturb her. You just wait here and be a good boy."
"I can't believe you are such an annoying brat." He muttered but he settled on the floor and leaned against the wall before sighed tiredly.
"Someday, when this happen to you I'll make sure you pay for this."
Kankuro chuckled. "Hell, no. I'm not a domestic guy. But tell that to Gaara. He is panting over Sakura lately. I bet sooner or later he will be in this position."
Gaara didn't say anything. He gave a dead glare toward Kankuro. He refused to be provoked by his older brother. But the image of Sakura smiled serenely with her belly rounded with his child suddenly filled his mind.
His hand clenched. The thought of her breasts large and full of milk and the image of her feeding a baby made his throat dry and his sweat broke. He cursed silently.
"Hey, where are you going?"
He glared at Kankuro for the last time before his vision filled with the swirling sands.
"Out."

Temari was screaming in agony. She was breathing heavily and her hands clenched tightly onto the railings of the bed. Butsu-baachan and Natsumi tried to calm her by fussing over her.
Sakura wiped her sweating forehead. She constantly healed the wounded womb using her chakra.
"Is the baby's neck still tangling with the cord?" whispered Matsuri.
"I'm afraid so." She said calmly. Be strong Temari, she prayed. Too much blood was coming out, and yet the baby was still inside.
"You have to reposition the baby." Butsu-baachan suggested. She dabbed at Temari's forehead with a wet cloth.
"I cannot do that without risking Temari's life." Temari had becoming weaker with so much loss of blood.
"Do it." Temari whispered. "Save my baby."
Sakura took a deep breath and nodded. She mentioned two of her students. "I want you to heal on the both sides of her body."
Her students nodded and took the positions. They began to channel the healing chakra into Temari's body.
Sakura looked determinedly. "I'm going in."
Shikamaru burst the door when he heard a baby was wailing loudly. His face was white and gave out rugged breath. Kankuro was behind him.
Butsu-baachan who was holding the baby chuckled when noticed Shikamaru's shirt was drenched with sweats. "Well, come here new daddy. Say hello to your daughter."
"Temari?" his voice was slightly croak with fear.
"She's fine." Sakura said. She washed out the blood and reached the towel. "Let the mother rest for a while." She watched proudly at Temari. "She will be fine."
Shikamaru nodded and reached for his daughter. He nearly broke a sob when looking at the cute face of the baby.
"Hey, she got Temari's hair." Kankuro came and whispered in awe.
He nodded, felt the lump of tears inside his throat. "Yeah."
"Think she has your shadow blood?"
"It's too soon to tell."
"Well, she is lucky enough not inherit your ugly face, though. She got her uncle's handsome features there."
"Yeah, whatever." He counted the small digits and kissed the soft, small palm.
But the pain in his chest was coming back so suddenly. He managed to give the baby to the old woman before felt the second wave of burning attacking his chest.
"Hey, Nara?"
He coughed uncontrollably and noticed blood stained his palm. He looked at Temari for last time before knocked out totally.
Sakura rushed toward Shikamaru. It was lucky that Kankuro had caught him before he fell down.
"What happened?" Sakura checked his breath.
"I don't know. He was okay just now." But his face turned into grey in several minutes and blackishly thick blood flowed out from both of his nose and mouth. She unbuttoned his shirt and froze. His chest was already tainted with a large black spot and the infected bluish veins appeared on his skin.
"What is that?" Kankuro was hovering and noticed his chest tattooed with a complicated black symbol.
"Get my bag in my office, quick!" the medics nodded and rushed out from the room. Sakura channeled her chakra constantly to stabilized his heart from stop throbbing and to prevent the poison from flowing into the heart chambers.
Shikamaru was already reach the final phase of the illness. She hoped he was strong enough to endure the pain before she managed to treat him with the antidote.
Kankuro frowned, tried to figure out the unfamiliar jutsu. "It looks like a flower."
"Yeah," Sakura said quietly. "It's a Sakura flower."
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