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Naruto: Intimacy	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3777 -:- 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
- 1-Shikamaru and Temari
- 2-Baki and Yugao
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Pairing: Baki and Yugao Uzuki. What can I say; I like the idea of Yugao hooking up with the same man who murdered her lover. I have a twisted imagination!

Warnings: I’m not familiar with Yugao’s character, and Baki strikes me as a hard person with a bit of a soft side. He cares deeply for his students Gaara, Kankuro, and Temari, and he cares deeply for his village. There may be some slight OOC-ness featured in this one-shot, so I’ll apologize beforehand. Baki and Yugao will have sex! That’s not a typo, they will engage in intercourse (it’s only mild intercourse since this one-shot’s a lime)! If you have a problem with that, go read a Yugao & Hayate fic, or (shudders) one of the many Naruto & Yugao fics. I’m not good at writing stories based on the canon storyline, but this takes place two years after the Konoha raid.

Konoha – Leaf Village

Oto (if this is incorrect please let me know so I’ll edit it) – Sound Village

Suna – Sand Village

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“Doesn’t it ever stay, must it always fade away? Couldn’t love ever be something tangible and real? Farewell fair-weather friend, abandonment returns to taunt me again…” M. Carey

Hold Me

It was some time after ten PM when twenty-four-year-old Yugao Uzuki kneeled before the large, black marble stone located at the center of one of the many training grounds in Konoha. Her olive eyes searched endlessly through the engraved names of the fallen Konoha shinobi who died in action during the Konoha raid two years ago.

Dark, heavy clouds concealed the bright full moon, making it harder for Yugao to complete her task. It mattered not anyway; she knew exactly where to locate her late lover’s name on the stone.

Her fingertips softly caressed his name on the onyx marble as she sighed heavily. The plum-haired ANBU officer placed the bouquet of white tulips in front of the stone. She looked up at the heavens and reflected on the day she and her ANBU team discovered the body of Hayate Gekko. It happened before Konoha knew of the planned infiltration of the Oto and Suna villages. The Konoha jonin suspected that Hayate discovered their plan, but before he could report to any higher officials, the enemy killed him.

Yugao would never forget the way she found her lover. Hayate’s torso gutted, slashed open like a ravenous bear just clawed at its unfortunate prey. His dark eyes were open, wide with panic and fear. His intestines spilled over the roof where her team looked down at his corpse with sorrow.

Hayate, what happened to you? She thought bitterly. What…monster would do such a thing to another human being? What demon could murder a man in cold blood and leave his torn-open corpse on the rooftop without a care?

He died young, at the age twenty-three fighting for his village. They made plans to spend more time together after the chunin exams were finished. He was one of the proctors who oversaw the final preliminary round. The Hokage ordered her ANBU team, along with many others to keep watch throughout the battle arena to oversee the final portion of the exams. Time was against them, they were too busy to meet any time beforehand. However, to look into the wide, frightened eyes of what remained of her butchered lover, it made her sick. Yugao wanted to regurgitate at the nauseating sight. It was the last memory she had of him.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to think about the motive of Hayate’s killer. As a shinobi, Yugao knew she wasn’t supposed to show any emotions. Emotions would undoubtedly affect the mission her teammates were assigned. There would be plenty of time to grieve later.

On the rainy day of Hayate’s funeral, Yugao swore she’d avenge his death by murdering the one who cruelly took his life away. That task has yet to be completed. She didn’t know who was responsible for her lover’s downfall.

Obviously, she assumed it was one of the shinobi’s from either the Suna or Oto villages since they were responsible of the infiltration. It hurt her deeply knowing she’d probably never even the score with Hayate’s killer. What made matters worse; after learning the villainous snake Orochimaru murdered their Kazekage, Suna became a valued ally with Konoha, again. They found out Orochimaru deceived them and only used them to help murder the inhabitants of Konoha.

After their Kazekage’s body was unconcealed, Suna quickly admitted the former Akatsuki member orchestrated the entire Konoha raid. They pleaded for forgiveness and repentance. With Konoha’s military strength weakened due to the intense battle, her village had no choice but to agree.

This only made the search for Hayate’s killer more difficult for Yugao. She didn’t want to attack a fellow ally, if a Suna shinobi didn't kill Hayate. Doing so would break the peace treaty between the villages, and start a possible war. Besides, she’s an ANBU officer, she knew better than to act recklessly without a justified cause. For the sake of her village and former lover, she prayed to the four fallen Hokages that Hayate’s murderer was an Oto shinobi.

“I’ll never forget you,” she whispered to the wind. Yugao closed her eyes and sighed heavily again. She rose to her feet and looked around the clearing, feeling another presence close by. Seeing no one, she assumed it was only her imagination and proceeded to leave the training grounds.

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Thirty-four-year-old Baki crouched soundlessly on a tree branch, watching as a beautiful, young woman grieves the loss of a loved one. She wore an ankle-length, black kimono with a white obi tied around her waist. Her long, violet hair fell past her shoulders, nearly touching her hips. Her moonflower-kissed skin radiated underneath the faint moonlight filtering through the clouds, giving her an angelic glow that contrasted against her black kimono.

Even in the dark with only his right eye to rely on since his left one remained hidden behind his loose drape, Baki could make out the dark olive tint of her eyes, and the glimmering magenta rouge painted on her lips. The thick mascara curled her lashes, which made thin shadows fall on her blush-dusted cheeks. She was dressed as if she was preparing to meet a lover for a night out, than to mourn the loss of a fallen comrade.

More than likely, she’s thinking about someone who died during the Konoha raid, he deduced.

It made him weary every time he thought about the innocent lives he and his Suna shinobi took carelessly. They allowed Orochimaru to deceive them, only thinking about severing their ties with Konoha to join forces with the more powerful Oto village. The arrogant snake had other plans. He only used the Suna shinobi to get his hands on the third Hokage, and killed the fourth Kazekage to achieve that goal.

A lot of unnecessary blood was loss due to their thoughtlessness. Someone should have suspected, at least he should have suspected something wasn’t right about the plan. He should’ve listened to his student when she disagreed with the scheme. Even still, everyone ignored Temari’s protests until she hesitantly agreed to go along with the plan.

His student knew it was a mistake to invade Konoha, but the Suna shinobi did so anyway, believing it was the order of their Kazekage, but it was Orochimaru in disguise.

“We were careless,” Baki, recited the same words the day he and his team came upon their Kazekage’s corpse. Orochimaru tricked Baki’s village for his own greedy purposes, and his blood boiled unnatural degrees at the discovery. He thought about the conversation he had with Orochimaru’s young spy, Kabuto Yakushi. To prove his allegiance to Oto, he offered to “take out” the eavesdropper who silently listened to their conversation about the raid.

Kabuto stood and calmly watched the quick battle between the chunin exams proctor and the Suna jonin on a nearby rooftop. While the young proctor had been a good competitor, even using the difficult Dance of the Crescent Moon jutsu against him, Baki killed the hopeful jonin with relative ease.

Baki casually sliced him open with his Wind Sword, ripping his insides to shreds, leaving them for not only Kabuto to see, but in hopes, a Konoha citizen would discover. Baki wanted the proctor’s corpse to be a sign, a future warning for the upcoming raid to anyone who unveiled the torn body.

The humiliation he and his Suna natives suffered after the raid was astounding. They immediately requested to renew the peace treaty they had with Konoha before the infiltration. Konoha agreed to be their ally again in hopes of strengthening both of their worn military forces.

“If I could reverse the hands of time to prevent the heinous crimes I committed, I would; but it’s futile to reminisce about past events.” Baki closed his eyes for a brief moment, silently praying to whatever spirit was listening to watch over the young woman. Instantly he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

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“Eisuke, I’ll have another glass of umeshu (plum wine), please?” Yugao slid her glass along the wooden counter towards the bartender as she sat in a local bar later that evening. For the past two years on the day of the anniversary of her late lover, she always found herself at Leaf Village Tavern drinking herself into oblivion. She never shed a single tear for Hayate, telling herself she would remain strong for the sake of getting revenge. So instead, she allowed herself the luxury of drinking umeshu. She never drank enough to get inebriated, but only enough until she began to feel a light buzz in her system.

“Are you sure it’s wise to continue drinking at the rate you’re going?” she heard a deep, male voice ask her from her left. “This will be your third glass for the night.”

“I usually limit myself to three glasses,” Yugao replied once Eisuke handed her another glass of the light colored beverage. She never turned her head to see who was speaking to her. She just continued the conversation. “After that I call it a night, even I know my body’s alcohol limit.”

“Any particular reason why you’re drinking until you reach your limit?” the man asked with a tint of humor in his voice.

Yugao chuckled lowly. “I could ask you the same question. That’s your fifth bottle of chilled sake, right?”

“I didn’t realize you were paying attention.”

“Forgive me; it’s an annoying habit of mine.” Yugao traced the rim of her glass with her index finger and stared at her reflection in the liquid. “I pay close attention to my surroundings.” She lifted the glass to her lips and inhaled the sweet aroma of the drink. She whispered Hayate’s name before taking a long sip of the plum nectar.

The ANBU officer felt the eyes of the man watching her every move, and it made her a little uncomfortable. She shifted nervously in her seat and placed her glass on the counter. “I hope you have a valid reason for staring at me.” Licking the droplets of wine that coated her lips, she faced the man sitting next to her and gasped once she recognized his features. “Hey, I know you.”

“Hmm?” he murmured with feigned confusion. He knew he was staring at the lovely woman a bit too long, and she caught him red-handed.

She watched as the man’s right eyebrow lifted slowly. The left side of his face remained hidden behind a white veil. Yugao studied him closely and noted the thick, tan jonin vest he wore, the dark brown, long-sleeved turtleneck with matching dark brown pants, and the red tattoos on his face. She also noticed his sharp, hard black eyes and the navy forehead protector with Suna’s trademark hourglass symbol gleaming in the metal, reflecting the dim lights in the bar.

He wasn’t exactly what a woman would call “handsome”, but Yugao never felt looks were important. Her former lover wasn’t exactly a “prize man”, either. She judged people based on their character and actions, not appearance.

“You’re on Suna’s Advisory Council, correct?” Yugao never waited for a response as she continued. “And you’re the sensei to that sand team…Team Gaara I believe.”

“I see you have a good memory,” he replied simply.

“Don’t get your hopes up just yet,” Yugao smirked as she took another sip of her drink. “I can’t recall your name, but I’m familiar with one of your students. Temari has been a great help since she became a peace agent between our nations. She’s also volunteering at the Academy with one of our shinobi, Shikamaru Nara, and is helping him plan the next chunin exams coming six months from now.”

The nameless man let out a harsh chuckle before swallowing another gulp of his chilled sake. “Yes, I know of Nara. Temari always comes back to Suna complaining about him being lazy, or something to that effect. I swear something is going on between the two, even though she denies it. Even Gaara noticed a change in his sister.”

Yugao daintily covered her lips with her hand and giggled. “Ah, young love. It must be nice.”

He didn’t miss the hint of sadness in her voice, but chose not to ask any questions. It wasn’t his business to pry. If she had something to say, then she’d say it. He redirected the conversation. “My name’s Baki. You seem to know a lot about me, but I know nothing about you. You are…”

“Yugao Uzuki,” she answered, “my apologies, Baki. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” he assured her. “We’re just getting acquainted, that’s all.” He guzzled the rest of his chilled sake and set the empty bottle on the bar. Facing her he said, “Well, now that we’re acquainted Miss Uzuki, I’m afraid I must leave you.”

Yugao did her best to hide the lines of disappointment that threatened to appear on her face. She was enjoying the light conversation she was having with Baki. After Hayate’s death, she never considered associating with the male species outside of business affairs. Talking with the Suna jonin was a nice change.

“You have to leave so soon?”

“Afraid so,” Baki replied as he slipped Eisuke a few bills of yen across the counter to pay for his drinks. “I have an early-morning meeting with the Konoha Advisory Council. After that I have to head back to my village to tend to some business.” He slid off his barstool and gave her a curt nod. “It’s been nice talking with you, Miss Uzuki.”

“Please,” Yugao hurriedly paid for her drink and slid down from the barstool as well. She enjoyed Baki’s company; she wanted the night to continue a little longer. “You don’t have to address me so formally, Baki. Yugao will suffice.”

“Alright, Yugao, if you’ll excuse me.” Baki stuffed his hands inside his pants pockets, feeling an unnatural, uncomfortable surge of nervousness in her presence. He supposed it was only fitting; Yugao’s an extremely beautiful woman. How long has it been since he allowed himself to indulge in the company of a woman other than training his student, Temari? Thinking about it, Baki realized it’s been entirely too long since he’d been on a simple date. He didn’t even want to think about how long it’s been since his body received pleasure from a woman.

He quickly averted his eyes, not wanting Yugao to notice the very faint blush tingeing his cheeks because of his thoughts.

“At least let me walk with you,” Yugao suggested. “I’m assuming you’re staying at a local inn, correct?”

Hesitantly Baki allowed Yugao to follow him out of the bar. They stood at the entrance simply enjoying the warmth of the night air as they overlooked the brightened buildings of Konoha.

Yugao stood on his right, and she had to crane her neck in order to look up at the Suna ninja. She realized he was nearly a head taller than she was. That little fact intrigued her. His broad stance alone screamed power. One who didn’t know him would only get a good look at him and know he wasn’t someone a person would want to run into.

It’s funny I’m having these thoughts. I don’t even know him. “Which direction is you headed?” she asked him, never taking her eyes off him.

Baki released a grunt and inclined his head to his left. “This way; I’m staying at the Leaf Inn near the Hokage tower.”

Together they headed in that direction in silence. Yugao tended to her thoughts while Baki tended to his. He wondered why an attractive woman would waste her night just to accompany him to his hotel. He also wondered if it would be rude if he’d suggest inviting her inside.

I’ll see what she wants, he told himself, and I’ll just go along with it.

They reached the hotel and Yugao quietly watched while Baki pulled out his key to unlock his hotel door. He opened it and she placed her hand on his arm, quietly asking his permission to enter. He only grunted his reply and Yugao followed behind him.

Once inside, Baki closed and locked the door and turned on the light. A soft glow illuminated the room, showing only a full-sized bed that sat in the middle of the room, a nightstand with a small white porcelain lamp on top, and another door that led to the bathroom. In addition, a wooden chair rested next to the bed.

Yugao carefully scanned the room as she sat on his bed. “This room is pretty simple considering you’re on Suna’s Advisory Council. You could’ve chosen something more lavish.”

“Why, I’m the only person staying here,” Baki replied as he removed his sandals. “I don’t need much.” He sat next to her and studied her carefully.

Yugao blushed under his heavy scrutiny. She nervously tucked a strand of her plum hair behind her ear and asked, “What is it? Is something the matter?”

“Yeah, it is.” Baki unzipped his jonin vest and tossed it in the nearby chair. His forehead protector immediately followed. He raised his brow at her suspiciously and asked, “Why are you here?”

“Well, I thought you invited me in and…” she looked away, staring down at the beige carpet beneath her feet. “…I hope I’m not imposing. I just didn’t want to be alone again, tonight.”

“Again?” Baki questioned as he eyed her curiously. “What do you mean ‘again’?”

Taking a deep breath, Yugao swallowed hard and lifted her head until her olive eyes met his hard onyx ones. She licked the magenta rouge on her lips to stall before speaking. “Two years ago on this night I discovered the corpse of my lover. Someone killed him during the Konoha raid…”

The words faded from Baki’s ears as Yugao continued talking. Once again, he had a reminder of the unforgivable alliance his village made with Orochimaru. He wanted to put everything that happened during that time behind him, but he knew he’d always be haunted of that dark day in history.

“…every year I visit his grave to pay my respects, and then I’ll allow myself to have a few drinks before returning home. Tonight however was different from my usual routine… The moment we began talking…I knew I didn’t want to spend another night by myself…at least…not tonight…heh,” she laughed a little, but continued. “I enjoyed the brief conversation we had at the bar. I didn’t want it to end, that’s all.”

She fisted the thick, goose-down comforter and bravely rested her head on his right shoulder, taking comfort in the hard muscle beneath her cheek. She sighed happily feeling like this is where she belonged. “I want to be with you, just for tonight, if you’ll allow me the honor…”

Baki’s one good eye blinked several times as he registered everything this woman had just said. He understood she was still grieving the loss of her lover. However, it wasn't everyday a beautiful woman literally lands in his lap, asking to spend the night.

He fought the desperate urge to circle his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to his body. He could smell the gentle scent of jasmine wafting from her skin. The angle her body relaxed against his allowed him look down her kimono to see a peek of her moonflower cleavage. Her hair splayed around her shoulders and on his chest, where it shimmered beneath the dim light of his hotel room. Baki instantly wondered if her hair would look like that splayed across his bare chest.

No you imbecile, he scolded himself as he turned his head away. I will not take advantage of this woman. It’s clear she’s depressed and she’s looking for someone to fill the void of her dead lover now.

He wanted to voice his protests but before he could open his mouth, he felt the soft, luscious lips of Yugao’s lightly caress against his. He tasted her then; her flavor reminded him freshly picked ripe grapes grown in the late springtime. Baki discovered the tip of his tongue moved on its own accord. He gently touched the rim of her lips as he savored her taste in his memory.

Yugao knew there was no turning back at this point. If he truly wanted her gone, she wouldn’t be in his room right now, kissing him, preparing to make love with him. She closed her eyes and laid her hand against his right cheek, allowing her fingers to massage the rough planes of his face.

“Please Baki,” she whispered against his mouth as her hand left his cheek to rub his neck. “Please, just hold me tonight. Just for tonight, I don’t want to be alone…”

Baki’s conscious battled in his mind, the little red devil and the white angel fought for control of his actions, and the angel was losing. Baki knew his inner devil dominated the war when his hands snaked around Yugao’s waist to untie the obi that held her kimono together. The scrap of silk slithered through his fingers and slid on the floor where it landed in a puddle at her feet.

Yugao opened her eyes and breathed heavily. She looked down at the ribbon at her feet as she thought about what she was getting ready to do. She initiated this because she wanted this. However, will a one-night stand make her feel better? Would it truly make the pain of losing Hayate go away?”

Her inhibitions disappeared when she felt Baki’s large, rough, calloused hands slip inside her kimono to fondle the gentle weight of her breasts. Yugao parted her lips in a small O and sighed sensually. I have forgotten how this feels. I haven’t allowed a man to touch me since Hayate…

Gathering her in his arms, the Suna jonin held tight to the small woman, cradling her head against his chest. He reached forward to pull the small chain on the lamp basking the room in darkness, allowing only the moonlight filtering through the curtains to shine the dark room. He threaded his fingers through her satin-smooth hair, something he wanted to do since he laid eyes on her.

Kissing the top of her head he said, “You know I can’t replace him, right? Do you really want to be with me just for tonight?” He hoped he didn’t have to reveal the real meaning behind his question. What Baki wanted to know was does Yugao want to start over fresh, or relive this one night forever embedded in her memory.

“We’ll see what tomorrow brings,” she answered as she lay back against the bedspread, bringing him down with her. Yugao arched her back, pressing her chest against his. She circled her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. Reaching for the button to his pants, she unfastened them and slid the zipper over the incredible bulge hidden underneath his boxers.

Baki reached for her frisky hands, clutching them before she could move further. He trapped her hands against the pillow she lay on to keep her in her place. “Wait, little one,” he demanded softly. “Why don’t we take our time instead of rushing? We have all night…”

“…and you have to be somewhere immediately after sunrise,” Yugao countered as she struggled in his grip. “I don’t want to take my time, I feel hot, and I want you. If we get started now, later on we can slow down and take our time. Just because I want you tonight, it doesn’t mean we have to make love only once.”

Kami, this woman is going to be the end of me, he thought as he gritted his teeth to the sensational feeling her Yugao grinding her pelvis upwards against his erection.

“I want to feel you… Let me feel you, Baki…” she provocatively whispered as she craned her neck to meet his lips in a searing, passionate kiss.

What little control Baki thought he had over the situation shattered into a thousand pieces when he heard Yugao speak those words. He released his hold on her and removed his pants and boxers in one quick move, and peeled the translucent fabric of her panties from her hips. He took in full sight of her, glistening in all her glory, and he swallowed a deep, passionate moan at the beautiful display of the soaked, pink velvet petals of her womanhood.

He closed his eye and deeply breathed in her scent, cherishing her sweet, musky odor in the abysmal recesses of his mind. Either someone up there really hates me right now or the heavens are smiling down on me. Regardless of how this came to be, I’m going to enjoy tonight for what it is and think about the consequences tomorrow.

Baki hovered over her saturated entrance, positioning his fluid-erected length against her center. As he stared to push, he felt her arms lie flat against his chest, stopping him from proceeding further. He gritted his teeth and allowed his mind to wander, cursing his lack of luck. I knew this was too good to be true.

“Before we start,” Yugao softly spoke, “aren’t you going to take off your veil?” She eyed the white cloth that covered the left side of his face with suspicion. Her mind raced as various scenarios flashed through her imagination like a movie projector flashing a tattered film. She wondered why he always wore that drape over his face.

He exhaled a deep, barely audible low groan from his throat slightly from irritation at her question. Baki closed his eye and willed himself to keep calm. He felt the bitter insecurities creep along his flesh, threatening to overwhelm him as his mind briefly flashed back to the unfortunate A-rank mission that left the entire left side of his face permanently scarred. After that day, he feared no woman would find him attractive, so he devoted his entire time to his students, never making any personal time to enjoy himself.

“I’m sorry little one,” he told her, “but the veil stays on. I have my reasons.”

“Oh…” Yugao sighed disappointedly, only to holler out a passionate cry when he finally entered her. “Ohh…”

- - - - -

They lay together sweaty, hot, gasping for air as they finished making love for the third time that night. Yugao secured herself against Baki’s soaked chest, with her violet hair sticking to his skin. She closed her eyes and sighed, taking comfort as she felt his chest rise and fall with every breath he took.

“Mmm…”

Baki caressed the lean muscles in her back as he stared at the ceiling, his mind a complete blank. He only thought about the woman who he held in his arms and how he didn’t want to leave her when morning came.

He felt her face move and heard a faint voice speak, but he couldn’t figure out what she said because his mind was in another dimension. “What was that, Yugao? What did you say?”

“Gekko…his name was Hayate Gekko… He…he was one of the proctors during the chunin exams, and he was my lover…the man whose body was lying on top of a roof before the Konoha infiltration. A cold-hearted, murderous beast left his body torn open for the entire village to see. He died so young; who could do such an awful thing to another human being?

“I want to avenge his death. I promised myself that I will not leave this world until Hayate’s murderer died by my hands.” Droplets of warm, salted tears spilled on the muscles on his chest as Yugao allowed herself the luxury to cry over her late lover’s death for the first time after two years.

The Suna jonin’s body froze. His blood ran cold, chilling his veins, the ice shards prevented liquid to travel to his brain as his mind went numb. He knew exactly whom Yugao spoke about. How could he not? After all Hayate Gekko was the young man, he murdered in cold blood to prove his allegiance to Oto.

He couldn’t believe the twisted turn of events, as he knew Fate must have been laughing and pointing fingers at him during this very moment. Two years ago, he murdered the chunin exams proctor to prove his loyalty to an S-class criminal, only to find himself nude, underneath his living lover in his hotel bed after making love three times. This is a sick and twisted punishment for my crime. Not even, I would wish this on my worst enemy.

After she spoke, Baki knew Yugao had to leave, but he couldn’t bring himself to let her go. It was still dark out, and even though he knew of the identity of Yugao’s lover, Baki couldn’t bring himself to let her go, not yet. The softness of her breasts, hips, and thighs crushed against his body, the silkiness of her skin covering against his left him craving for more of her.

If this was another lifetime, he could see himself falling for her. Yugao’s natural beauty was unmatched, of course. During the few short hours he spent with her, he knew she was warm, open, trusting, and devoted. It’s only natural she still carried the pain of losing someone so close to her in her heart, but he felt honored that she chose him to share her body after two years of grievance.

In that other lifetime he knew Yugao would’ve made a lovely wife indeed. Unfortunately, he found out tonight Fate was cruel. Fate was an evil son-of-a-bitch who toyed around with irony, and made fun of the damned. Damned he was; it was inevitable. Baki knew he had a reserved one-way ticket to Hades not only for murdering the lovely woman’s mate, but also for his plans to make love to her once more before sunrise.

Only two people, including himself knew of the identity of Hayate’s murderer, and he doubt it if Kabuto Yakushi would tell anyone. If Baki’s suspicions were correct, he guessed Kabuto had forgotten all about Hayate’s murder, bushing it off as another Tuesday in the park. His aloof countenance as he witnessed the gruesome crime unfolds only indicated the medical-ninja was immune to brutal fatalities.

Baki jolted out of his thoughts as he felt Yugao’s soft hands caress the battle scars underneath his veil. She was finished crying, but her olive eyes still glistened with moisture from her previous crying session.

“Forgive me; I won’t burden you with my tears.”

He felt her fingertips lift with every hard ridge and ripple as she trailed the path of his scars. He never allowed another person, not even his students near his face, but as he studied Yugao’s expression, he knew he had nothing to fear. There was no need to get angry, or become insecure. Her face never scrunched in disgust. Her eyes remained curious, focused on his as he paid close attention to her, silently allowing her to continue.

Yugao kept quiet as she clutched the cloth in her small hands. Slowly she rolled the fabric up, unveiling his scarred face centimeter-by-centimeter. She finally removed the entire cloth from his head, revealing his clean-shaven scalp and scarred face.

Her lips separated into a lower case O as she stared at the marred, scabbed flesh of Baki’s face. His left eye stitched closed, leaving him permanently blind, while different hues of beige, brown, and tan tracks covered the area where his eyebrow used to be on down to his jaw.

She never asked what happened, she only marveled at the scars. The sight before her would’ve left most people repulsed, but Yugao remained fascinated at the exposure. How someone could survive something like this, she wondered. She knew judging from the various scars that Baki’s experience, whatever it was, wasn’t a pleasant one. She has seen a lot during her time as an ANBU and experience has taught her to take in everything in her surroundings without showing emotion, but not anything to this extent.

Yugao allowed the emotions to overflow her, and more drops of her tears spilled from her eyelids, landing in shallow puddles on Baki’s chest. This time she cried for the man underneath her, for the hardships he endured after the incident that left him forever marked. People were cruel; she knew Baki couldn’t have had a peaceful life after nearly losing half of his face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure whatever you went through must’ve been horrendous. You’ve experienced pain in your life, too.”

“Dry your tears, little one,” Baki soothed her with his deep, baritone voice, “you do not have to cry for me. It happened during a mission I was assigned. I’m a shinobi; I live this life knowing of the risks it involves.”

Yugao chuckled gently at her own naïveté. She felt silly now for crying about a past incident she had no control over. “Silly of me; I allowed myself to get carried away.” Still, she lowered her head and placed a chaste kiss on his scarred cheek, surprising Baki. Yugao boldly treaded where no other person dared to go…where no other person was allowed to go.

He felt himself harden again when her petal-soft lips touched his permanently bruised face, his length thumping against her mound. He didn’t want to let her go; he didn’t want tomorrow to come. He wanted her to remain right here in his room, in his arms, but that was impossible. They lived separate lives, and he lives in another village. He was the cold-hearted murderer of her lover, while she was the mournful mate searching to kill him. They were fated to always remain separate, with tonight as the exclusion.

“Come to me,” Baki’s large hands held her waist as he lifted her over his erection.

Slowly, gently Yugao easily lowered her body on him, feeling herself filling up with his hard flesh. The tightness of her damp walls firmly gripped him, taking every inch of him in. She closed her eyes briefly and bit her lower lip at the erotic sensation. She opened her olive orbs again to look at her newfound lover. “Help me ease my pain, and I’ll help you ease yours.”

Baki tucked a few amethyst strands of her hair behind her ear, replying, “As you wish.”

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Yugao woke up as the early morning’s rays kissed her bare flesh. She blinked her eyes open and looked around the unfamiliar room, trying to recall the events of the night before. She looked over the side of the bed and frowned at her rumpled kimono on the floor. She looked down at the bed sheets and immediately everything came crashing back to her in massive waves of memories.

She remembered speaking to the Suna Advisory Councilman at the bar, she recalling walking him to his apartment and asking him to make love to her. The soreness between the apex of her thighs was proof that the little movies running through her subconscious wasn’t a dream.

Sadness engulfed her once more as she realized she was alone, again. First Hayate, now Baki. How many times must my heart break before I can begin to heal again?

Regretfully she left the comfort of the warm sheets of the bed and slipped into her panties and kimono. She still smelled his scent all over her. Just as she finished tying the sash around her waist, the hotel door opened. Baki stepped in the room clad in full jonin uniform and instantly their eyes locked with one, another.

Yugao didn’t say anything, and neither did he. She stood still as he walked towards her, taking long, powerful strides to get to her.

Baki stood in front of her and he inwardly cringed as Yugao shuddered at his presence. He didn’t know if it was from fear or something else, but the sight of her nerves vibrating before him left him feeling uncomfortable. Does she regret what happened last night? His insecurities began to creep upon him again, but before they could manifest throughout his system, he felt the light touch of her hands on his shoulders.

The ANBU officer stood on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and caressed her lips gently against his. She opened her eyes and stood at her full height, grinning slightly when she realized Baki never closed his eyes when she kissed him. He stood stock-still, mesmerized at the display of affection the woman before him was giving.

She patted his arm in a friendly gesture and whispered “thank you” before exiting the hotel room.

The Advisory Councilman looked on for several minutes after Yugao’s departure from his room. The only thought running through his mind was he wanted to see her again. Little did he know as Yugao walked towards her apartment, that the same thought was running through her mind. Both were lonely souls living in a cruel world. If a few nights of passion can help alleviate the pain life has brought them, then they’ll spend every night together wrapped in each other’s arms, loving their heartache away.

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Well, that’s all folks! I’m so going to get flamed for writing this! I don’t expect any reviews for this one-shot since I’m apparently the only Yugao and Baki fan in Naruto fandom. But it would be nice to receive one review for this one-shot. I’ve been working on it for nearly a month now. A few people requested me to write about various couples so I decided to turn How Can I Love U 2Nite? into a series of one-shots featuring different Naruto couples.

I tried my best at a Drama/Angst type of fic, but I don’t think I’m up to par. Either way I like it! And for those of you who wanted me to write a ShikaTema sequel, (gokusgirl I got you!) it’s in the works. For now I’m trying to decided should I write the NaruHina fic, or another ShikaTema fic. Either way, both of them are going to be raunchy, so prepare yourselves! (LoL!)
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