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Love Me When I'm Gone	By : KittenCobra Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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18. Training
When I finally get out of bed and drag myself downstairs, Temari is waiting for me. She smirks at me, wondering if she should spend the morning dodging my mind reading or not. Kankuro is already gone.
“Don’t worry Temari,” I say with a sigh. “I am tired this morning. I won’t even bother to read your thoughts unless you give me a reason to.”
Suddenly she bursts out laughing; a loud raucous sound. “Well, well… sounds like you had a long night.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively. “I take it he wasn’t quite as tired as he claimed.”
I glare at her. I am not going to discuss this.
“Oh, don’t be so grouchy,” she scolds me. “I’m allowed to tease my brother’s lover; especially after she’s been a royal pain in the ass. Now… I’ve got a quick mission to take care of. Nothing big; just a D-rank no one else could deal with. I’ll be back before you know it. In the meantime, I left you some breakfast in the kitchen and you should probably take a nice hot bath. You uh…” she clears her throat, “look a little ravished honey. Oh! By the way… Shikamaru is arriving for a mission today.”
With that, she tears out of the house. I can’t help but blush slightly; I didn’t even think to look at myself before coming downstairs. I head back upstairs to try and sort myself out.
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Feeling human again – Temari was right about the miracle working hot bath – I head downstairs to claim my breakfast. It is now long past lunch, but I don’t feel like wasting food by making something else. I’ve gone through the rest of the clothes Temari bought, and appreciate her efforts even more than before. She has shown me so much kindness since I’ve been here – and I have repaid her in so much grief.
I found a beautiful, skin-tight white blouse with bell sleeves that attach at my fingertips. The neckline is low enough to distract if desired, and it even has a cute little hood to pull over my head if I want to avoid attention. I’ve paired it with a pair of long black pants that lace up the sides. I’ve only laced them as far as my knees, to give me more room for movement. The black knee-high boots I’ve put on are sturdy, but surprisingly comfortable. I could run in them for a long, long time – if necessary. I can only hope that someday I can find a way to repay them for all this expense.
After a while, I realize there is a note on the counter. Scrawled in terrible handwriting across it is a note from Kankuro saying simply, “Hey babe, the big guy wants you to meet us in the courtyard. Dress for the heat. - Kankuro”
Odd… I head out for the courtyard, avoiding the more common streets, and blending in with the crowd as much as possible. When I arrive, Gaara and Kankuro appear to be sparring, but it’s more than obvious to me they are simply keeping up appearances and waiting for my arrival. Hi guys! I mentally shout to them. I don’t think this is a good idea… too many eyes!
This is only a meeting place, Gaara responds without looking my direction.
“Hey beautiful!” Kankuro shouts, turning to meet me in my approach and throwing his arms around my neck. He leans in close to my face and I stiffen. Relax, he mentally complains. I’m gonna show you where Gaara actually wants us to spar. It won’t help for you to be seen with him.
Good thinking, I call to both of them again. “Why hello handsome.” I weave my arms around Kankuro’s neck, and lean back dramatically as if impatient. Gaara simply turns and walks away, as if I am the most insignificant creature on the planet. I know it is an act, but it somehow still stings. Meanwhile… Kankuro is enjoying the charade much too much. “Where are you taking me today? I hope it’s somewhere good… I’m starving.”
“Babe,” Kankuro says with a chuckle in his voice. “There isn’t a man alive that could say no to you.”
He winks at me, and then takes my hand and begins leading me through the streets. We take several routes through town, doubling back a few times, and following no logical order. Kankuro points out shops and landmarks along the way. Eventually, I realize that we are reaching the edge of the city, and will soon be leaving it entirely.
“So I’ve gotta know something,” Kankuro continues his banter. “Was Temari lying about what you said?” About almost picking me first?
Oh great… I think to myself only. This is what I get for opening my big mouth! “No, actually. No lie. Strange how things work out isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” his chuckle is a little forced as he rubs the back of his head. “Well… Honestly I think I’m glad. You’re gorgeous, hot stuff, and you know it.” But my brother deserves to finally have a little happiness in his life. I can’t hold that against him. He tries so damned hard.
“You’re not too shabby yourself.” I wink at him. But thank you, I… I care about Gaara very much.
“Yeah, we make quite the couple.” And suddenly I realize what the entire pretense has been about.
You’re trying to make sure people see us together in the village? I ask to be sure.
Yeah, he confirms. Gaara thought we should establish your normal pattern. In case you were being watched without realizing it, or in case some bozo comes asking. That way… they would connect you to me, and not him. It seemed like a good idea, since it’s something you would have apparently done normally… Normal being, you don’t fall for the slightly crazed silent type. He chuckles aloud at his own joke.
We’ve reached the end of the city, and carefully pass into the desert beyond without notice of the guards. It is easy enough for me to scatter their thoughts long enough to be sure we were not seen. The entire village sits within a massive gorge in the desert, and there is a large outcropping that continues in another direction here. We continue down it for several miles before I see Gaara waiting for us. I launch myself at him and he catches me. He leans in to smell my hair and gently brush my cheekbone with his nose before pulling away.
“Thank you Kankuro,” he says in his cool distant voice.
“No problem. Can I hang and watch?”
“Yes. You will need to spar with her most days because I will be restricted to my office.”
“Sounds good,” Kankuro replies, flopping down lazily in the dirt with his arms behind his head.
“Whoa, hold on guys,” I interject. “What are you talking about… most days? Doesn’t Kankuro have a normal life to attend to?”
“Nothing is more important than the safety of the village,” Gaara states with his authoritarian voice. “To ensure that safety, you need to be in your best fighting condition. I don’t want to be… distracted by your inability to fend off physical attacks if someone does come looking for you. Kankuro will help you develop your Taijutsu, as well as sharpen your other skills. You should focus on everything unrelated to your mental abilities, as I have no concerns there.”
“Yes, sir!” I snap back, giving a mock salute. Gaara is not amused.
“This is for your safety,” he emphasizes. “You have already been weakened by recent events. Besides… I have decided to show you my own skills today. It would do no good for you to jeopardize your position in a battle, simply because you do not know the limits of my ability.”
That sobers me instantly. Gaara is going to show me his skill?
As Kazekage, his strength is unparalleled among the villagers, and must be even more considerable for them to give him the position so young. I have seen hints at his strength; snippets of memory amongst the villagers. Seeing it with my own eyes should be very enlightening. As I look around us, I realize this is truly the perfect place. It is still sheltered within the gorge, enough to hide his movement of large amounts of sand. It is also far enough away from the village to avoid causing concern from the noise or ground movement.
“Should I… defend myself?” I ask, unsure of how he wishes to proceed.
“No. I will simply show you.”
Suddenly, sand begins to pour from the gourd on his back, and wrap around his body. It shoots out from him, like lightning, and smashes against the thick rock walls beside us. Large sections of rock break apart from the cliff side, and appear to be raining down on our heads. I am unafraid. I know Gaara will not let harm come to me, and this causes me to smile. His sand shields his own body instinctively, and I see his fingers twitch only slightly as he sends it to shield me as well. The thunder of the rocks impact upon the sand is nearly deafening, as it spits again and falls to the ground. Next, his sand snatches up one of the larger boulders now lying on the field, and tosses it far into the air.
“Sand coffin,” he says in a lifeless voice.
His sand wraps around the boulder, suspending it briefly, before collapsing in on itself and crushing the large rock into even more sand. I know exactly how that move feels, and shudder only slightly at the memory of the crushing sensation. I realize, with a bit of surprise, how much he held back from killing me that night. He notices my shudder, and I sense a deep sadness roll from him as he glances down at my body. I smile to reassure him.
You have brought me pleasure too, handsome.
I project the statement to him, along with the memory of how his body brought me mindless pleasure as we made love this morning. The corner of his mouth kicks up in an almost-smirk; only hinting at his desire. After all, Kankuro is still watching us.
All of a sudden, more sand than I could have possibly imagined rises into the sky like a giant tsunami. It begins to form a dome above us, completely blocking out the sun. It shifts and moves, and begins forming a giant arm with claw like tips at the end. It lashes out against the gorge wall again, breaking more rock down with the force of an explosion. I feel stunned. I knew his power was considerable, but this makes my curse look negligible in comparison.
I can’t help but wonder… Why does Orochimaru want me so badly, when power like this exists in the world?
“Sand prison!” he shouts, and the arm of sand morphs once again. It shifts into many claws, like a room made of them, closing in upon itself and trapping the falling debris inside. The prison hangs there, many feet in the air. I can feel that this is costing him a great deal of chakra, but instead of backing down… he jumps upon a small amount of sand and rises into the air with it. The sand then forms a giant bubble around his entire body, and a large eye formed of sand forms just outside.
Come into my thoughts, he calls to me.
I obey him, and I realize what the eye is for. Even from within the shield, he can see me standing below him on the ground. I am also surprised to realize that there is a small layer of sand surrounding his entire body like a second skin; invisible to the naked eye.
This is my Ultimate Defense, he explains. Even if someone manages to break through my outer shield, this extra armor will protect my body from harm.
Has it ever been broken? I ask. I know it must have… Gaara had died before I even met him.
Only once, he admits in a frustrated tone, and not when you assume. Orochimaru’s protégé, Uchiha Sasuke, broke through my shield during the Chunin exams using a Chidori – a lightning based attack. I can see the memory of Gaara’s response to seeing his own blood for the first time – it is mildly terrifying. I allowed myself to become too cocky. I believed myself untouchable. I am no longer so foolish… and I no longer fight simply for the thrill of killing.
Absently, I feel his sand wrapping around my body, as gentle as his own caress. He lifts me up to his sand shield, opening to pull me in and against his body. I pull back from his mind. I watch as the sand prison and its contents drift harmlessly back to the floor of the gorge. He wraps his arm around my waist and kisses me fervently. My hands wind around his hair as I return his desire. My body is on fire once again and I cannot seem to get enough of him.
Kankuro clears his throat loudly from beneath us. Gaara stiffens, and I feel sudden irritation flow from him. “Tell me again,” Gaara mumbles in a dark voice, “why I told my idiot brother to stay.”
“Because,” I giggle, “you want him to spar with me?”
He lowers us both back to the ground, to face Kankuro – who looks very much like he wants to laugh out loud at both of us. “Now,” Gaara turns back to me, “Do you understand better what my abilities are?”
“Yes, it is no wonder they have chosen you as Kazekage. You can protect your people well.”
“And I can protect you,” he says with utter confidence.
I shift uneasily. I do not want to give him false hope. “You are very powerful Gaara – but you are not a God. I will stay with you for as long as I can, and if they come for me I will fight with you. But…,” I look him directly in his jade eyes, “I will not let you risk the lives of your people.”
He looks as if he wants to argue with me, and pain and irritation seem to be waging a war for dominance in his mood. He knows that as Kazekage, nothing can come before the safety of his people – not even me. “Understood.”
“Very well then,” I say, relaxing slightly. “How would you like us to proceed? You’re right. I should be working to regain my strength and improve my other skills.”
“I’m not sure I agree,” Kankuro suddenly declares, and I can feel fear radiating from him. “I don’t want to be killed because I beat up your woman, damnit!”
“I will not kill you,” Gaara states in his distant tone, “…unless you’re stupid enough to kill her.”
“Not good enough,” Kankuro insists.
“I swear,” Gaara states, clearly irritated now. “I will not retaliate for anything short of her death… unless you harm her outside of sparring.”
Kankuro looks at me skeptically. “Fine. What do you want her to work on?”
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18. Training