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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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2. Preparation
It has been two full weeks since I saw Gaara during my first day here in the village. My remaining bruises have faded away completely. I’ve managed to find some local plant extracts that have helped restore the shine and youthfulness to my skin, despite the heat and dry air. I have also treated my hair, but only minimally. I simply couldn’t afford to buy what I needed to fully design a new persona for this village, so here I will be closer to my natural state than I can remember being for a long time. Who knows how long it will last anyway, now that I’ve truly lost my mind.
My hair is long and dark brown with tight waves from my head to my low back. My eyes are also brown, but deep with gold flecks and nearly gold rings around my pupils. I have high cheekbones and full lips, but a slender face. My skin is normally rather pale, but has bronzed somewhat since my arrival in Suna. I’m not terribly tall, but my legs take up a considerable portion of that length. They are lean due to the amount of time I spend in constant motion – always on the run. My waist is not rail thin, but trim and I have full breasts and wide hips. I count myself very fortunate to have this many great physical assets to work with.
The cloak proved to be too conspicuous in town, so I am waiting to don it again until the time is right. I have been traveling through the village in plain clothes, to match the villagers around me as closely as possible. My aim has been to blend in and observe – gather as much information as possible on my next target.
Have I mentioned that I’ve lost my mind? No matter how foolish I know the endeavor to be, I want to win over the Kazekage as my next guardian. Somehow I can’t bring myself to pass on the challenge it presents. I admit there is some impish desire to prove my skills, my allure. He wanders around this village seemingly oblivious to the hordes of women that swarm him, practically throwing themselves at his feet. They never touch him, though. They seem to know to keep their distance, and his brother and sister do a good job of frightening off the ones that don’t. Turns out, cat-boy is his older brother, and his name is Kankuro. The woman I ran into with the ridiculous fan is his older sister, Temari. They do not seem to have a completely comfortable relationship, but they hold a close guard over him.
I have used my curse extensively over the last two weeks, gathering information. It should at least provide me with some benefit, since it causes so much additional pain most of the time. I am able to sit within the square and simply let the thoughts of the villagers flow around me like a river. I only focus in on their thoughts or conversations when there is mention of Gaara or his siblings. It turns out that the rumors I had been hearing when I first arrived were true, and didn’t even compare to the whole truth. Gaara has spent most of his life as a Jinchuriki – a host for one of the tailed beasts, the one-tailed demon Shukaku. In his youth, he was bloodthirsty, and driven half-mad by the demon screaming in his head. He killed many, and some of the villagers still fear that his blood lust could resurface even without the demon.
Most of the villagers, however, currently appear happy under his hand. He rules over the shinobi here, and has managed to earn their respect. He has saved the village from a couple of pretty severe attacks, including the night he was captured. And he even managed to gain enough value in someone’s eyes to resurrect him from the dead using their own life source, after Shukaku was extracted from his body by the Akatzuki! The Akatzuki are a bloodthirsty group of criminals, bent on harvesting all nine of the tailed beasts for use in their own plans. I am very familiar with them for many reasons, and have an even deeper respect for Gaara than I would naturally, because he faced them head-on to defend his people.
I stare at myself in the mirror now, willing my stomach to settle down. Today is the day I will approach him. He currently doesn’t even know I exist, but today I will taunt him. I will catch his eye, hopefully peak at least some level of human curiosity, and then I will fade away again. I have to leave an element of mystery, or I will lose what attention I gain quickly – I have no doubt of that.
My strategy with Gaara is different than anything I have ever used before – and to be honest it frightens me. There are so many things which could go wrong – not the least of which being that he doesn’t actually find me attractive. I have seen many women put themselves forward, usually awkwardly and only from a distance. He doesn’t give any of them more than his cool stare. I assume this means that he expects more from a woman than a shy attempt at conversation. The casual heated glances, soft touches in passing, and seductive smiles I would normally use will be useless in this situation. To start, I wouldn’t even get close to getting past Temari and Kankuro. Even if I did, he would simply turn away with disinterest in his eyes.
No. To truly get his attention, I am going to have to demand it, and I am going to have to make him an offer he simply can’t refuse.
If I am careful about this, there is also another advantage to him as a choice of guardian. It is possible that I could convince him to keep our relationship a secret, both for his own benefit and mine. The dark circles around his eyes do indeed signify insomnia. The demon he used to harbor prevented him from sleeping by tormenting his mind and dreams any time he did fall asleep. Now that Shukaku is gone he can sleep; but apparently after spending all his life without it, still falls into his same established patterns. I have watched him for many nights now, sitting out upon the roof of his home, all alone and staring out at the stars for most of each night. I have strayed into his thoughts from time to time while watching him. I have avoided this for the most part, however.
His mind is enveloped, nearly at all times, by a deep sadness and loneliness that is soul crushing. It feels wrong to invade his solitude in this way, so I have tried to keep the wall up between my mind and his own, more than I normally would do with another target. And perhaps this is one of the reasons I have chosen him. On the very first night I saw him up on the roof, he was remembering something from his childhood. I could see him – bright red hair, green eyes, wanting so desperately to be loved. Wanting simply to be touched and accepted by another human being. And as if to prove that I am the real monster – that is what I will use to trap him.
To this day, it is obvious that people do not touch him voluntarily. They do not even try in most cases. Even his siblings give him a careful personal space when traveling with him. He does not welcome touch, but that does not mean he does not want it. I plan to offer him this. Offer myself as a tool, to use to satisfy his private desires and curiosities. This frightens me somewhat. I have never allowed a guardian to become a lover, always escaping it in whatever way I could manage. But somehow… I don’t quite believe that anything shy of this will be of interest to him. He is obviously not a child anymore, and he has more than enough women throwing themselves at him. He must not take them up on their offers frequently due to the public environment it is always attempted within.
My stomach begins to quiver again with… fear or anticipation? I’m not sure. I give my outfit one last look. I have a striking bold blue and black sleeveless top. It laces up the sides, and cuts down to a dangerously low neckline. I have on a sinfully short blue skirt, with black shorts beneath that hug the skin. These are finished off with knee-high black boots. A low heel for practicality and movement – which I will definitely need. The outfit is designed to draw the eye; to hug the lush curves of my body and drive most men to distraction. It is nothing like the plain clothes I have been wearing for the past couple of weeks. I cover it all with my long black cloak. This will help me get close enough to hatch my crazy plan.
If this doesn’t work, I’ll just have to leave Suna and start again.
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Love Me When I'm Gone

2. Preparation