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“I love you,
Ino!”

Fudo rolled his eyes.
“Nara, you are a useless waste of human skin.”

The shadow nin was
currently draped over Ino's lap and drunker than the Moya Brothers
after a bitch session about Kakashi. He'd been gushing over the
busty blond for nearly an hour now. Everyone seemed to think it was
funny. Everyone but her husband.

“Fudo.”
Ino cut her eyes to her darker husband in warning.

“Fine but it he
touches anything below the chin with that wandering hand, I'm gutting
him.”

Ino sighed and shook
her head as she once again removed detangled Shikamaru’s
earring from her mesh undershirt.

“I said... I Love
You, Ino!” Shikamaru screamed.

“Yes, yes. I
love you too, lazy ass.” She stroked his hair a few times and
he subsided into drunken sighs.

“You said they
were like this when you got here?” Choji asked Hinata from the
opposite couch where a set of large sandal clad feet were perched in
his lap.

“Yes.”
Hinata answered with a sake cup to her lips and a slight tint to her
cheeks. “Shikamaru was about to fall out of his chair and
Gaara-san was face down on the table.”

“Drooling.”
Neji added with a small smile.

Hinata sighed, “Yes,
drooling.”

“Well, he's not
drooling now but that smile...” Ino shuddered, “Now
that's creepy.”

The red head had not
stopped smiling since they'd lifted him from the table and laid him
out on the couch. His head was currently resting in Sakura’s
lap while she brushed her fingers through his hair. Every now and
then he would sigh.

“You missed the
giggling earlier.” Shino commented from behind his hood and
shades. He'd lowered the zipper on his coat to enjoy a few drinks.

“Which one?”
Fudo asked, eying Shikamarus hand as it passed dangerously close to
his wife’s prominent assets.

“Gaara.
Shikamaru doesn't giggle. He screams.” Choji explained and,
curious, touched a finger to one of Gaaras exposed toes. His foot
jumped and Choji cut his eyes up to the peacefully resting red head.

“Yes. I
noticed.” Fudo wiggled a finger in his ear. “It's a
wonder you let him drink.”

“Sweetheart,”
Ino reached over to pat her jealous husband on the cheek. “You
know we only ever get the jump on him when he's like this.”

Choji nodded his
agreement as he started loosening the straps on Gaaras sandals.
“Absolutely. You weren't with us the morning we put him on the
roof of the Tower in his shorts and painted 'First come. First
Served.' on his chest. The ANBU loved that one.”

“Oh! I forgot
that one!” Ino laughed. “Apparently some of them peaked
to see what kind of 'service' they'd get.” She snorted a few
times. Nearly knocking Shikamaru on the floor. “They called
him 'Chibi Shika' for a month!”

“What month?”
Shino commented from behind his cup. “The Hokage still
calls him that from time to time.”

Shikamarus eyes cracked
open and he rolled them back to look at the older man. “That
is so unfair. There is nothing small about me! I am a manly ninja!
A shinobi without compare! I'M A SHADOW WEILDING, ASS KICKING,
NARA!!” He took in a very deep breath then sighed it out. “So
troublesome.”

“It's like his IQ
drops to 50 when he drinks.” Hinata said in fascination as the
man in question stared at his upraised hand as if it held the meaning
of life.

“Only when he
really puts it away. Two or three and he can still take down half
the village in shogi.” Choji explained.

Sakura, who'd been
quietly observing the mayhem, turned a worried eye to the larger
shinobi now wrestling with one of Gaaras sandal straps. He'd managed
to remove one but was having some trouble with the other.

“Choji? Why are
you taking off his shoes?”

Choji, who'd been
drinking rather liberally over the past hour, continued to struggle
with the strap.

“You know how
people are less inhibited when they’re drunk so they react
more... true to themselves?”

“Sure... we can
go with that.” Sakura agreed even more puzzled than before.

Shikamaru broke out
into song and Fudo casually put a hand over his mouth and nose until
Ino slapped it away.

“Well, he's not a
real touchy feely person and he's never this laid back so...”
he finally pried the strap loose and slipped off the shoe. “I
was just wondering if he was ticklish and if so, how would he react.”

“No more sake for
Choji.” Sakura stated

“He's going to
kill you if he remembers this.” Shino looked on from his
corner chair.

Choji placed a single
finger at the base of Gaaras foot, moved it half an inch and was
stopped. He looked at the delicate hand on his wrist and swallowed
hard. Raising his eyes he blushed to see Hinata smiling with a
mischievous and slightly embarrassed look.

“Ooooh. Now I
get it!”

Both shinobi looked
back up the couch to see a very blurry eyed Gaara staring down at
them. He'd pulled himself up on one elbow and was watching them with
that creepy grin. Sakura partially under him, looking dumbfounded.
Of all the things she'd thought he would say that hadn't been it.

“But I don't
understand why they’re courting over my feet?” He
frowned. “Where are my sandals?”

“Courting?”
Hinata asked.

Choji turned another
shade of red while looking between the room, Gaara and Hinata. He
glanced at his normally helpful friend. Shikamaru wouldn't be
helping him tonight. Not snoring like that anyway. And since Ino
was just now catching on, he doubted she'd be fast enough on her feet
to fix this.

“Well, I've never
considered my feet romantic... or attractive really, but if that's
where you want to be...” He tossed his hands out toward his
bare feet and the couple. With his support gone he fell back into
Sakura’s lap and blinked wide eyes at her.

“Hello.”
She laughed under her breath as she greeted him.

“Heeeellooooo.”
He sang back.

Hinata, still blushing,
smiled back at Choji. “You said he giggles?” She asked.

“Like a psychotic
chipmunk.” He smiled back.

Hinata licked her lips
and wiggled her fingers at Choji. “Sakura? Hold him!”

0.0.0.0.0.0

Sasuke looked up from
his work when the door to his study opened. He smiled as Kouhei
Hirasi came into the room and pulled the door closed.

“I wasn’t
expecting you for another hour.” Sasuke shuffled the papers on
his desk and opened a top draw to stack them. “Give me a
moment and I’ll be ready.”

Kouhei looked down on
his lover of six months and smiled. At twenty-nine he was ten years
older than the infamous Uchiha and maybe a little more battle worn.
It never ceased to amaze him the dark haired beauty had looked his
way.

“I wasn’t
due for another hour.” He said as he walked to the desk. “I
just wanted to see you.”

When he’d first
come to this village he’d been mistaken several times for the
Hokage. He’d only met the man once and found him fun if a
little frightening. But he’d turned out to be a very good
leader. One willing to die for the village and people he loved the
most. There were days when he wished he’d known him better.

Sasuke looked up from
locking the drawer and frown. “Is everything alright? You
seem distracted.”

“Oh. It’s
nothing. I got a mission today so I won’t have a lot of time
this week before I go.” He leaned in to place a gentle kiss to
the corner of Sasuke’s lips.

“Well, then we’ll
just make the best of the time we have before you go.” His
carefully measured voice nearly covered his worry.

“Right.”

There was a sturdy
knock on the door. Sasuke called ‘enter’ with only mild
irritation.

“I’m sorry
to bother you, but the medic is here to check the twins and Takako.”
Izanami bowed from the door.

“I’ll see
to it.” He turned to Kouhei and offered a soft smile that
didn’t hide the lines of worry around his eyes. “I’ll
only be a moment.”

Izanami moved aside as
her husband swept from the room. When he was out of site she stepped
inside and closed the door. She and Kouhei watched one another from
the distance of the room. Izanami cool and composed. Kouhei with
his soft, perpetually laughing, smile.

“She’s
sending you, isn’t she?” She asked.

He nodded. “I
was third in line.”

She stared at him in
realization and a single tear slipped from her lashes, giving voice
to the fear she would not show. There were four ninja medics
qualified for the mission she knew he was taking. Only four.

“We are medical
ninja, Izanami. We are an invaluable resource.”

She continued to stare.
“Why couldn’t they send Sakura?”

He shook his head and
walked closer to her. “She can’t be spared with
everything going on at the hospital right now. And this is one
mission her team can’t take.”

Izanami looked up at
her long time friend as he advanced on her. “If he’d
known they would send you for this, I doubt he would have requested
the mission.” Another tear escaped and she ignored it.

“He would have
done it. Because he knows no one else could.” He reached out
and she walked into his arms.

“I’ve never
been so sorry to be pregnant in all my life.” She whispered,
knowing had she not been, she would have been the next in line for
this mission.

A light swat on the
shoulder met that statement. “Never say things like that. The
baby will hear you.”

Her soft chuckle made
some of the tension in him ease.

“Don’t die.
Whatever you do, don’t die. I don’t know what he’ll
do if he loses anyone else he cares for.” She pushed back to
regain her some of her control.

“He’s not
in love with me, Izanami.” Kouhei let her move from his arms
and watched as she gently touched the tears on her face with her
robes. “If it happens he’ll survive and move on.”

She looked up, her face
cool and composed once more but the shadows of fear still shifting in
her eyes.

“You discount
yourself too easily. He may not be in love but I promise he does
love you. He doesn’t give his affection lightly.”

He shrugged and rolled
his shoulders. “Since I have no intention of dieing, it hardly
matters.”

The sound of soft
footsteps in the hall had them separating to their original places.
He winked at her and she smirked.

“I won’t
tell Takako you’re leaving. If she found out she’d never
give him peace.” She whispered.

“She gives him no
peace as it is. And she’ll realize I’m gone when she
doesn’t see me for two weeks.” He whispered in reply.

“You’re a
good friend.” She smiled.

“You’re a
good wife?” He grinned. “If a little unconventional.”

She raised a brow. “If
I were conventional, they’d never find the body.”

He gave a small ‘ah’
just as the door opened and Sasuke swept back inside. He eyed the
two suspiciously before walking to the desk to collect his weapons
pouch. “I don’t suppose the two of you were discussing
me?” He asked conversationally.

Wife and lover shook
their heads in unison before the wife stepped into the doorway once
again.

“I’ll leave
you to yourselves.” Izanami uttered quietly, “Goodnight,
Sasuke-kun. Kouhei-san.”

When she was out of the
room Kouhei turned to wrap his arms around the pale young man.
Sasuke leaned into him with a soft sigh.

“You shouldn’t
discuss people behind their backs.” He whispered.

“Hypocrite.”
The older man sighed in his ear. “Don’t think I don’t
know where Ino gets most of her information.”

Kouhei held his young
Uchiha a little tighter and pressed a lingering kiss behind his ear.
When Sasuke leaned back in invitation he chuckled low and deep before
pressing his lips tight to a delicate ear.

“Don’t you
think we should go first? I personally don’t want any of your
children walking in on us when I get started.”

Sasuke’s
answering shiver was almost as good as the quick movement that had
him rushing from the office door with a muttered, “Hurry up!”
as he moved swiftly down the hall.

0.0.0.0.0.0

“Why are we
letting them do this again?” Ino asked as Gaara tripped over a
rug and crawled toward the table on wobbly knees.

“Because it’s
fun to watch and I think, if I’m not mistaken, they’re
actually enjoying themselves.” Neji replied as he sat back
sipping his sake.

Choji was now enlarging
a hand in an attempt to catch the quick and nimble sand wielder but
couldn’t fit the overlarge appendage under the table where
Gaara had squeezed himself.

“Alright, Nara’s
in bed and still breathing.” Fudo dropped down next to Ino and
tossed an arm over her shoulder. “What did I miss?”

“Hinata almost
had him but he slipped past when she and Choji got tangled up
together. He’d almost made the door when Sakura stepped in
front of him. Now he’s back peddled and they have him trapped
under the table.” Ino dropped her head to his shoulder and
rubbed his thigh absently.

The three watched as
Sakura used enhanced strength to lift the table but slipped on an
empty sake bottle and, giggling, dropped to her butt. The table made
a loud thunk as its legs connected with the floor. Choji,
having jumped as the table came down, lost his balance and toppled to
his back. Hinata was laughing outright while she sluggishly crawled
over to the chubby shinobi. Gaara took that moment to crawl from
under the table and make an escape only to have his ankle trapped in
strong slender hands. Sakura jerked on her prize until he fell on
his belly then began to tickle the bottoms of his bare feet. Gaara
laughed uncontrollably and made a desperate attempt to wiggle free
but Choji and Hinata had made their way over to the struggling red
head and added their hands to the mix. The poor inebriated man could
do little more than roll on the floor, screaming and crying with
laughter as he was tickle tortured by his three equally drunken
comrades.

“Why aren’t
we that wasted?” Ino asked on a sigh.

“Because we are
the responsible adults.” Fudo replied then looked over at
Shino who’d fallen asleep at an unreasonably early hour. “What
do we do with bug boy over there?”

Neji looked back and
shrugged. “He’ll be fine here. I’ll make sure he
gets back alright since he’s on my way.”

“What about those
four?” Ino asked.

The group was winding
down and Gaara was on his stomach, holding his sides while trying to
catch his breath. Sakura and Hinata were trying to help Choji to his
feet, Hinata wobbling a little unsteadily.

“I’m…
staying here tonight.” Choji grunted as he made it to one knee
and the girls gave up. “Everyone can stay if they need to.
Shika made sure all the rooms were ready before we came… okay,
his mother made sure all the rooms were ready.”

“Not surprised.”
Mumbled Fudo.

Hinata blushed as she
looked from Shino to Choji. “If you’re sure that’s
alright? I don’t think Shino will be waking up any time soon.”

Fudo heard the nearly
imperceptible sound of quiet laughter and glance over his shoulder at
the Aburame. His shoulders shook every so slightly and it dawned on
him that the man wasn’t nearly as asleep as he appeared to be.
Looking back at the way Ino’s teammate was watching Hinata, he
had a good idea why the bug nin was faking it.

“Sure. No
problem.” Choji smiled delightedly.

“I can’t.”
The voice was hoarse and still out of breath. “They’ll
worry if I don’t come back.”

Everyone looked down at
Gaara as he took the last of his strength and rolled to his back.

“Who’ll be
worried?” Sakura asked then looked over at Neji.

“The widows.”
The Hyuuga replied. “They keep an eye on him. He probably
didn’t tell them he was going to be out all night. Sometimes
they wait up for him.”

Gaara sighed from the
floor and started trying to sit up. “Where are my shoes?”
He looked around with a furrowed brow.

“I’ll take
him.” Sakura brushed her pink hair from her eyes.

Neji looked at her
closely. “I am not letting two drunks walk each other home.”

“I’m not
drunk, only tipsy. And he’s a lot better then he was when we
got here. If he can walk, I can get him home.” She replied
huffily.

“I can walk the
two of you home.” Neji pressed.

“It’s out
of your way. There won’t be any trouble. It’s not that
far.”

Neji looked down at the
red head that’d managed to get to his knees and was now trying
to remember where his sandals were. The smile was gone from his
face. A good indication he was getting back to normal.

“We’ll walk
them to the end of the road. Then all they have to do is cross the
market street. They’ll be fine.” Ino assured the
frowning Hyuuga.

Gaara looked up from
the side of the couch and blinked a few times before giving Neji a
very small and unguarded smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll
be fine.”

Neji, having nothing to
say to the small glimpse of the man his friend might have been had
life been different, simply smiled back.

0.0.0.0.0.0

It was late. Very
late. But Tsunade wanted these preparations complete. So much had
to be done in so little time and if it didn’t come off
perfectly… she wouldn’t think about the consequences.
The worst would not happen. They’d make sure of it.

“Shizune, do you
have the scrolls?”

The overworked
assistant stood and scrubbed her eyes as she passed on the scrolls.

“They’re
finished. I’ve noted the complication with the move and pulled
Hirasi-san as the field medic.”

Tsunade paused for a
moment before moving on to the next paper in front of her.

“Are you sure
he’s up to the task? This is a dangerous and crucial mission.
We’ll be bringing back a heavily wounded ninja, who will need
constant medical supervision, through extremely hostile territory.”

Shizune nodded and
looked her Hokage in the eye as she spoke.

“He’s third
in line after Sakura and Izanami. Sakura is too badly needed and
with Gaara on her team, we can’t send them. And of course,
Izanami is too far along to send out on a mission.”

Feeling sorrier than
she cared to admit for the choices they were forced to make, Tsunade
nodded quickly and handed over another set of scrolls.

“The next group
should be coming in the next few days. Hirasi will leave the same
day. Have him ready.”

Shizune nodded and
turned, scrolls in hand, to her desk only to stop as she made the
door. She turned to look at her long time friend and companion.
“Are you sure you can repair the damage.” Tsunade looked
up. “I saw the reports Yugao sent. It doesn’t look
good.”

The blond watch her
darker companion for a moment before lifting her chin. “If
they can get him here alive, I can heal him.”

Shizune nodded. “I’ll
inform Hirasi-san.”

0.0.0.0.0.0

The door banged against
the wall as Gaara and Sakura fell through it. She righted them with
a giggle and shifted them sideways to fall into the bed.

“Uhg.”
Gaara grunted as Sakura fell on top of him.

“Sorry.”
She shifted to sit up and looked down at his drowsy face.

His hair was loose from
its tie and tangled around his head. Those closed, dark rimmed eyes
looking like dark spots on flawless skin. It didn’t detract
from his beauty, only made him look more fascinating. Sakura brushed
a lock of hair from his face and carried the light touch down his
cheek.

“I think Choji
and Hinata had a really good time tonight.” Her finger trailed
over pink tented cheeks to the bridge of his nose. “Me too.”

Gaara grunted and
cracked one eye open. “Good.”

“You and Neji
aren’t really having an affair are you?”

He closed his eyes
again and sighed as that finger rolled over the tip of his nose.
“Nope.” He ended the word with a pop.

Sakura laughed lightly
at the tickling air brushing her fingertips and dropped her head to
his chest. She listened to his heartbeat for a moment, letting that
hand slide from his face, but noticed his breathing was heavier than
usual. She looked up, inches away from his face. His eyes were
cracked open enough to see just a slit of sea green.

“Are you
alright?” She reached with the same hand to touch his
forehead.

“You’re
very close.” He whispered and swallowed.

Sakura stiffened.
“Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“Yes… No…
I don’t know.” His cheeks were flush from the alcohol
and the smell of sake hung on every breath.

He was well and truly
drunk… and talking more than she’d ever heard. When
she’d first reached Shikamaru’s house, he’d been
talking non-stop about anything from cherries to starry desert
nights. His face had run through a series of expressions she didn’t
know he was capable of and she’d found herself thinking of
Naruto and how everything, no matter how small, had delighted him.
She wanted more of those faces.

“Gaara?”
She relaxed and settled more fully on him.

“Yah?” His
voice was still raspy from all the screaming and she smiled at the
reminder of how ticklish his feet were.

“Has anyone ever
given you a goodnight kiss?” She watched his face and the
confused expression that crossed it.

“I think…
Yashamaru did once… I think.” His face seemed to fall a
little and she quickly touched a hand to the lines the frown caused;
smoothing them with her fingers.

“Gaara?”
Once again, his eyes opened just enough to see a hint of sea green in
all that black.

“Yah?”

“May I give you a
good night kiss?” She whispered just inches from his face.

He smiled. A small
smile that might have belonged to the child he’d once been.
The one that didn’t understand just how different he was.

“Okay.”

Gaara closed his eyes
again. He vaguely remembered good night kisses. Sometimes, when she
thought he was asleep, Temari would sneak one in on Kankuro. He’d
always wondered if she did the same to him when he was really asleep.
He would love to remember it.

But the press of warm,
damp lips to the corner of his mouth was nothing like the good night
kiss he thought he remembered from his childhood and he found his
breathing labored again. His mind was too fuzzy still to process all
the information he was receiving. All he knew was that the touch was
odd and felt pretty good. But a little piece of him felt slightly
disturbed.

“I don’t
think that’s how Yashamaru did it.” He whispered.

“I’m not
your uncle.” She said and he felt the touch of her fingers on
his cheek.

“That explains
it.” He said, thinking of the odd sensation the kiss had
caused.

She was silent for so
long he thought she’d fallen asleep but when he opened his eyes
she was staring at him with an odd expression. Like she was thinking
really hard. Since he had to think really hard too he didn’t
mind so much. But when she bent over him again, this time pressing
her lips to his chin, then neck, he shivered. That strange sensation
was back. He remembered it. He’d had it a few times before
and in his current state it was making thought difficult.

Her lips moved done his
throat and she settled her teeth into his adams apple before moving
back up to his chin. The closer she got the more of her he could
smell and his eyes closed again. She smelled just like her name
implied. He loved the fragrant blossoms of ornamental cherry trees
almost as much as he loved the fruit. They were so hard to come by
in the desert and so expensive. She smelled just like them.
Internally he shook as his body finally took note of what was
happening and just what was on top of him. He could stop her.
He had enough common sense left to know this wasn’t going to
end well, but she was so close and he’d not been held like this
in so long…

“Sakura.”
He breathed her name as her lips passed his right temple and her hand
slipped beneath his tunic to brush his side. The scent of cherry
blossoms overwhelmed his senses.

Her eyes closed and her
body shaking, Sakura breathed into his hair.

“Naruto.”

0.0.0.0.0.0

I could be evil but
I won’t. Next chapter is a lemon. The whole chapter. I’ll
have it out soon so enjoy the sneak peek.
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