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Love Me When I'm Gone	By : KittenCobra Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto (the manga or anime) or any of the characters included within it. I only own the original characters in this story including the main character Utako Mizuke. I do not make any form of profit off of this story.

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19. Visitors
I feel exhausted. I sit under the blistering sun again as sweat pours from my body. Kankuro is not in much better shape – which I am extremely happy about. I have been following a set routine for 5 weeks now. Each day, I come out to the gorge with Kankuro and train. He was surprised at some of the jutsu I can wield, but even more surprised by my initial lack of physical combat skill. For two solid weeks we focused on nothing but hand-to-hand combat. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many bruises in my life; well except perhaps when Gaara tried to kill me.
Kankuro is a slave driver, and even Temari joins in occasionally now. After two weeks, we moved onto chakra-based skills. Kankuro’s use of his puppet is amazing, and without my ability to read his mind, I might even have been fooled once or twice. He gets furious every time that I resort to it, accusing me of cheating. Temari simply accepts it as part of who I am, but she goes no easier on me with her fan. I have learned just how deep she can cut when she really wants to. All together the sand ninja make an amazing team.
Kankuro is grumbling because I’ve burned him again. “That’s such a cheap trick! You shouldn’t put a guy at a disadvantage like that.”
“You’re just angry because I distracted you again,” I chide him. Temari laughs out loud.
My fire ninjutsu is dependent upon rhythm. To an untrained eye, it looks simply as if I am dancing. He’s right, though, I can put most men at a disadvantage by using my body to distract them. This has been very effective in my previous years of running.
A few minutes ago, Kankuro had been getting too close with his puppet. I didn’t want to get cut again. I switched from dodging to dancing away from his attempts. I continued to sing my rough melody, twirled my body, and dropped into the splits; arching my back so my face nearly touched the back of my knee. I felt Kankuro stumble, distracted by the provocative pose, and I quickly made the hand signs necessary to turn my skin to flame.
Fire demon! I love this particular jutsu.
I rolled to my side quickly, jumped up and springboard over the puppet which was moving at me once again. I landed next to Kankuro, and twirled again – tossing my hands into my hair as I look him in the eye seductively. His response was only slightly delayed, and as his arms came around me – trying to bring his puppet back around – I leaned into him. He shouted in surprise as the surface of my skin burned him everywhere it touched. When I am using my mental abilities I can make this even more powerful against an opponent – adding more burn in their minds and making it linger. For now, however, I am only working on my base skills. He jumped back away from me swearing and I sung out a high note – knocking him on his ass.
Now he is thoroughly annoyed with me.
“Hey guys,” I call to him and Temari. “I’m going to go bring Gaara some lunch. You know how he forgets…”
“Right,” Kankuro shouts sarcastically. “Time for a mid-day booty call is more like it…” I debate mentally slapping him, but I cannot blame him when he’s actually right.
The past five weeks have been absolute bliss when I’m not sparring. Gaara almost caved when I returned home the first day, and he saw my bruised and bloodied skin. I was being honest when I told him I sucked. It upset him to see me hurt and to know it was at his own order. I quickly had convinced him that it was his job to give me pleasure and make up for it each night. He was more than happy to oblige my demand, and now never comes home without making love to me until we’re both exhausted. Sometimes… like today, I like to surprise him at the office and see if I can tempt him into a little extra.
“You know,” Kankuro states with a voice full of frustration, “being your public boy-toy really sucks, Mizuki. The women in town won’t even come close to me now.”
Whenever I am in public in the village, Kankuro goes with me. I hang on his arm like a star-crossed lover. We decided to keep up the charade in case I truly do attract undesired attention. Gaara worries about me getting caught alone by the normal creeps in town, because he knows I won’t risk using my curse to defend myself. Kankuro goes along with it, because he’s afraid Gaara will “squish him into bloody ooze” as he once considered it, if anything were to happen to me. Temari agrees because she doesn’t want me causing people to think Gaara has a weakness and trying to exploit it. All the way around – Kankuro’s not getting any anytime soon. I feel mildly guilty, but only mildly.
“Oh shut your trap!” Temari scolds him. “You should stop sleeping around so carelessly anyway. Eventually you’re either going to get some girl knocked up, or you’re going to catch something. Then we’ll really be able to give you shit!” She laughs out loud at the idea.
It’s a cake walk getting to the Kazekage tower. I stroll right in, draped under Kankuro’s arm like a needy fan girl. As we enter Gaara’s office with his lunch, Kankuro turns and kisses me lightly on the cheek to rub it in – glaring at Gaara.
You have a death wish, I think to him only.
He strolls over to the other side of the room and leaps from one of the open windows up onto the roof to wait for me. I hate this room. It is so lacking in color it’s suffocating. With the small circular windows lined up on the wall, I have the eerie feeling of being in a submarine… or a cage. I rub my arms at the thought of Gaara being stuck in this suffocating place all day. He comes over and wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing his body to mine intimately. He – thank God – has removed the ridiculous hat that normally accompanies his Kazakage robes.
“My brother has a death wish,” he grumbles, mirroring my thought.
“Oh, don’t be so hard on him. Poor guy can’t get any with me draped on his arm all the time.”
“Don’t remind me,” he says in a rough voice. He leans down and smells my hair, and then brushes it from behind my neck. He bites down tenderly, just above my shoulder, and traces the small mark sensually with his tongue. “I didn’t expect you today.”
“Kankuro was getting cranky about my sparring,” I admit. “I burned him again.”
Gaara chuckles darkly in response, “Good.”
“Besides,” I turn to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “I couldn’t stay away from you anymore. I want you.”
He doesn’t need any more convincing today. He spins me around to face him, and his lips come down roughly on my own. He nips at my bottom lip demanding entrance. He toys with my tongue, and chuckles darkly again as I let out a frustrated moan. He grabs my ass and lifts me against him, stepping forward slightly to set me down on the edge of the desk. I brush the papers away, and reach for him again, running my hands all over his chest. He kisses me until I’m dizzy, and then begins trailing suckling kisses down my neck. He caresses my breast with one hand, and reaches for the closure on the front of my shorts with the other; beginning to remove them.
“Hey guys, someone’s com… Oh shit!” Kankuro yells and spins to face away from us. He had come back in through the window. “Damnit, I haven’t even been out there 5 minutes!”
I jump up and refasten my pants, startled by my lack of awareness at his entrance. Gaara reaches down and scoops up the papers, piling them back in place on his desk.
“Who’s coming?” he demands. Kankuro turns to face him again with a faint blush on his cheeks.
“You’ll never believe it,” he says in a slightly more excited tone. “It’s Jirahya, Naturo, Sakura and Kakashi from the leaf! Did you know they were coming?”
“No.” Gaara looks distant and cold again instantly. “How far away are they?” His question is immediately followed by a knock on the door.
Trust me! I shout to them mentally. I immediately reach into all 6 minds and make myself invisible. Their eyes can see me, but their minds will not realize I am there. I step into the corner of the room, not wanting to take up as much visual space. Kankuro stares at the space he knows I’m standing in… dumbfounded by my little trick.
Are you sure you can maintain this? Gaara asks.
Oh please, handsome. Have a little faith. It’s best if they do not know I am here. I ensured that Kankuro could hear our exchange, so he won’t say anything stupid.
“Enter,” Gaara says in a monotone voice, after sitting back behind his desk.
I watch as a tall ninja with long white hair walks in. He has large red triangle tattoos on his face. He is obviously older, but he radiates with a strength I don’t often feel – even with extremely skilled shinobi. He is followed by a blond boy with strange lines on his face in an orange jumpsuit. The boy radiates with an excitement that is borderline frightening; next, a girl with pink hair, who looks much calmer than the blond boy; and another slightly older man with a face half-covered. Only one eye shows from the last man’s mask, as his shinobi head band covers his other. He has silver hair sticking wildly in all directions from above his head wrapping. He also has deep laugh lines around his one visible eye. They are all obviously leaf shinobi, and they are all trying very hard not to be nervous. Well… all except the blond.
“Hey Gaara! Long time no see! Feeling better since that whole death thing?” the blond boy shouts, much too loudly for the tiny office. “I didn’t think we’d get to see you again so soon!”
Gaara is once again sitting at his desk to face them. His eyes are cold as he appraises their entrance. He nods to the blond boy. Kankuro stands to the side of the desk with his arms crossed over his chest. Instead of radiating his normal confidence, he is nervous. The elder man with white hair picks up on this immediately. He glances at the disheveled desk, and knows they’ve interrupted something.
Damnit… I think, keeping my thought to myself.
“Naruto, stop shouting! I apologize for our intrusion, Kazekage,” the white-haired man states in a confident voice. The man’s voice is younger than it should be, like his body. “But we have urgent business we need to discuss with you.”
The blond is Uzumaki Naruto? I think with surprise. I remember Gaara talking about him.
“You could not send word?” Gaara’s tone is chilling. He is suspicious of their sudden appearance.
“Unfortunately, under the circumstances no. We were actually hoping to speak with you alone.” This time it is the silver-haired man who speaks. He is propped against a wall in the back of the room, holding… a romance novel?... loosely in his hands. His posture indicates he doesn’t have a care in the world, but his mind says otherwise. He is tense and wants Kankuro to leave.
Do you wish to leave? Gaara asks me. I would prefer you stay and let me know what I cannot hear in their thoughts.
Of course, handsome, I reply. I want to know why they are here as well. The casual looking one is pretty desperate for Kankuro to take off… I assume it is not normal for them to arrive unannounced?
You assume correctly.
I sift through their thoughts quickly, for barely a breath; Jirahya is the white-haired man, Sakura is the girl with pink hair, and Kakashi is the name of the man with silver hair. Naruto made himself obvious from the beginning.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Gaara says with a voice like ice. “My brother is one of my most trusted guards. He will hear what you have to say unless I decide otherwise.”
“Very well,” Jirahya yields. “It has come to our attention that you have a very powerful and potentially dangerous shinobi hiding within your city. We have come to warn you.”
I am surprised by this, but I know I shouldn’t be. He is lying. I relay to Gaara. He is talking about me, but he does not fear for the village. He is hoping to find me… to offer me… something.
“Explain,” Garra demands.
“There is a young woman named Utako Mizuki… She is considered a missing-nin from the village hidden in the sound. We have been watching her for some time now. She was last seen headed in the direction of your village and then we lost track of her. After… speaking with some of your people, it seems as if she may still be here. May in fact, have taken an interest in Kankuro,” he explains.
“And why exactly is she such a danger?” Gaara asks with distain. He wants to know if Jirahya is willing to be honest with him.
“She…” Jirahya starts, but pauses. He glances briefly at Kankuro and decides if the rumors are true, then Gaara may already know. “is a very powerful telepath. She is a mind reader, and can inflict pain and illusions using only her mind. It does not require her to use chakra… so she is much harder to detect. We don’t actually know the limits of her power… but it is possible she is using your brother as protection, or even to get close enough to read your thoughts Kazakage. She could present a great danger.”
Gaara internally chuckles at their lack of understanding of my true strength. He knows I would have no need of Kankuro to get any information I seek.
“Even if what you say is true,” Kankuro suddenly chimes in with an angry tone. “You have no business dictating my love life Jirahya. If you hadn’t noticed… I date a lot of women.”
“Oh, trust me Kankuro,” Naruto pipes in loudly. “You’d know this chick. They showed me pictures! She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen! You’d never believe she’s some crazy super-powered mind-reader!”
“Kazekage, you must understand,” Kakashi tries his own tactic, never taking his eyes from his book. “She is not the only danger. She is from the Village Hidden in the Sound – Orochimaru hunts her. She was once a follower of his, and appears to have run from him years ago. This could be an act – but even if it is not, you do not want that kind of enemy coming here looking for her. You must think of the safety of your people.”
“If you are harboring her, Kankuro,” Jirahya chimes in again, “you should be aware that this is part of a pattern she has been using for many years. She always partners herself with a man, a shinobi when possible – strong, but never too public or too powerful. She uses them as protection and a way to provide for her materials needs, but she has killed them before.” Sakura’s thoughts are angry at the thought of a woman manipulating Kankuro in such a way – despite his reputation.
Jirahya knows I am in the village, I whisper into Gaara’s mind. He will only be more determined now. I step up beside Gaara’s desk and decide to release their minds from my block – seemingly appearing out of thin air right in their midst.
“Holy shit!” Naturo shouts in a loud and slightly grating voice, stumbling backwards. “Where the hell did she come from?! You… You’re…!”
“I believe, I am the shinobi you seek,” I smile seductively at Jirahya, and lean back against Gaara’s desk sensually, weighing his response. I have carefully positioned myself beside Kankuro, but still close to Gaara. I have heard of Jirahya before… his reputation precedes him, and I hope to use this to my advantage. Kakashi is obviously distracted as well – his eyes casually diverted from his book for the first time. Naruto nearly blushes, and Sakura mentally sighs at the lot of them. Gaara is visibly stiff, and I can feel anger rolling off of him. He is no doubt angry with me for showing myself – but his face remains distant.
“You think my village would harbor such a shinobi without my knowledge?” Gaara’s voice drips with malice.
“Forgive me,” Jirahya says, reevaluating his position. He had expected my presence in the village, but not in the room. He did not know I possessed this ability. “But we had to warn you in case you did not. Mistress…” he turns to me. “You know why we have come.”
He wants me to return to the village hidden in the leaves with them, I explain to Gaara.
“I do,” I reply, “but I have no intention of leaving here yet. What could you possibly offer me that this village cannot?”
Jirahya’s face turns cocky, and he crosses his arms over his chest to make himself more imposing. “We’ve come to offer you shelter.”
I snort. “Is that all?”
His thoughts turn sensual as he rakes my form over again with his eyes. “Mistress, I believe you know who I am. I am one of the three Samnin. Our Hokage is also. We are the only shinobi capable of rivaling your former master. If he comes looking for you, we would defend you with our lives and the full strength of our village.” His thoughts drift to my pattern of behavior, glancing again at Kankuro. “Also, if you prefer to have a male counterpart… I would offer my services. I can assure you, I am a very skilled lover. You would not be left… unsatisfied by our arrangement.”
Gaara’s thoughts suddenly blur with rage and bloodlust, and it distracts me. I can’t help but wince. Thankfully, Kankuro covers my response well.
“What the FUCK!!” he screams. “No way Gaara! You can’t let this bastard just come in and take her! Who the hell do you think you are old man!? You think you can protect her better than we can? Besides… you’re old enough to be her father! That’s just gross!”
Kakashi is surprised by Jirahya’s offer and mentally sighs. He looks at me and crinkles his one visible eye in a smile. We’re really not as bad as it seems… he mentally whispers an apology.
“If she is as powerful as you say…” Gaara says with undisguised hatred in his voice, “why would I allow her to leave? She is currently in my village, under my rule.”
The hatred in his response makes Jirahya suspicious, and he decides to continue addressing me instead of answering Gaara’s question.
“If you would prefer,” he tries another angle, “we could offer you a younger lover instead.” He waves his hand towards Naruto as an offer. “Uzumaki Naruto would suit your needs. He has the added power of being a Jinchuriki – much like the Kazekage.”
Oh Shit… I think. Jirahya suspects that Gaara has interest in me, even if Kankuro is my target.
“What?!” Naruto shouts again, clearly shocked by being volunteered by his Sensei as essentially a sex slave. “I… Uh…” He stares at me nervously. He finds me breathtakingly beautiful, but is terrified of his own lack of experience. He raises a nearly shaking hand, intending to introduce himself.
Suddenly, Gaara bolts upright from his chair as sand encircles my body tightly and rips me back against his enraged form. To anyone watching, the movement would have looked violent, but the sand is as soft as his hands upon my skin. It vibrates with his rage, but recedes slowly from my body like a lover’s caress. His hands grip my hips – holding me tightly against him in a possessive stance. All three of the shinobi with Jirahya are shocked at his sudden outburst, and Naruto stumbles back from him. Jirahya mentally chuckles at having provoked Gaara into revealing his ploy.
This is no mild interest, Jirahya internally chuckles.
“Don’t!” Gaara shouts with rage in his voice. He sneers at the four of them and lowers his voice to a deadly tone, “Don’t. Touch. Her.”
Kankuro hangs his head and sighs, thinking… Waste of damned time…
“Forgive our forwardness, Kazekage,” Jirahya bows slightly with a smirk on his face. “It was very clever of you to use your brother to hide your lover in such a way.”
“Lover?” Naruto chokes out in shock, and mild fear. Sakura’s mind is reeling with shock also, as she stares at Gaara’s hands on my hips. Kakashi simply smiles with one crinkled eye and thinks, Well… Who knew? Good for you Gaara.
“I do have to admit, Mistress,” Jirahya continues, “I am surprised at your choice. You have normally avoided such a high profile… target.” Jirahya stares blatantly into Gaara’s eyes.
He is wondering if I am controlling you, I explain to Gaara. He knows I am capable, but not if I am willing – or if it is necessary. I reach my arm up and stroke Gaara’s face lovingly, soothing him; but keeping my eyes on the shinobi in front of me. I croon into his ear, “Shhh… Gaara. I have no intention of leaving you. They do not offer me anything you cannot provide.”
Sakura, still reeling, watches my movement. She tries to imagine Gaara as someone’s lover – but there is too much fear in her memory. Too much violence. She is even more shocked when he visibly relaxes at my caress, and bends down to kiss my neck softly before turning back to Jirahya.
“You have your answer,” he says in a threatening tone. “As Kazekage, I will not permit an asset of her power to be taken from our village. As Sabaku no Gaara… I will kill you if you so much as touch her.” His sand vibrates with rage again to emphasize his point.
“What if you cannot protect her sufficiently?” Jirahya challenges. “Would you risk her falling into Orochimaru’s hands?”
“She is not your concern!” Gaara rages at him.
“With all due respect, Kazekage,” Kakashi says, once again relaxed against the wall with his book in front of him, “your new lover is all of our concern. At least consider our final offer,” he pauses to stare at me for a moment, considering the potential havoc Orochimaru could use with my curse to wreak upon the villages. “If you need assistance to defend her… we are your allies. We do not wish for her talents to fall into the wrong hands. We would come to your aid… to defend her and your village from any potential threat.”
Gaara thinks on this for a long time. He strokes my arm absently, and I smile at my response to him even in this intense moment.
Gaara, I croon to him, their offer is sincere. They will come to your aid. Jirahya will not betray you and try to steal me away… they do not want to risk your anger. His offers were attempts to draw you out. I’m sorry.
“Very well,” Gaara states; his voice is once again impassive, and his face distant. “If we ever are in need of your assistance, I will send for your shinobi as I would under other circumstances. You may tell your Hokage of our agreement, but no one else. This is true of all of you. Otherwise, I will have to ask Mizuki to erase your memory of this meeting.”
I giggle internally at his bluff.
Can you do that? he asks.
Not without causing permanent damage, I explain.
“We accept your terms.” Jirahya bows to us. “Mistress, I am glad to have finally met you. I apologize that we could not meet under better circumstances.” Three of them quickly exit – all except for Naruto.
“Gaara…” he starts, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “I am SOOOOO sorry. That pervy sage is crazy. I swear I had no idea you…”
Gaara holds up a hand to cut him off. He is not angry with Naruto, but I am shocked to realize that I feel insecurity radiating from him. “No need.”
He simply turns away from Naruto, and snatches me up in a passionate kiss. He breaks away to mumble, “If we are done here…,” his back still turned. Naruto exits blushing.
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