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Shogi Anyone?	By : Shortcake Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sakura managed to reach the toilet just as the surging rush of nausea became a violent torrent of vomit. This was worse than food poisoning. She felt as though her intestines were being pulled up through her esophagus. The thought sent her into another round of retching and heaving as Gaara stood behind her now, his hands holding her hair back, petting her in comfort. He flushed the offensive smelling toilet contents searching for any way to help his love. She shivered, cold and weak from the violence of her own body.
Gaara grabbed a towel and draped it over her shoulders. “What do you need, darling?” He asked as he drew a cup of water from the sink. It broke his heart to see her suffer, even more to know he’d put her in this state. This was even worse than yesterday, and she’d been horribly ill then. As he took in her naked form crouched over the toilet, he couldn’t help but notice. Her breasts were bigger. A lot bigger. That had happened overnight. He closed his eyes, struggling to control himself at the sight of her burgeoning bosom. It just wouldn’t do to have an erection while she was puking her guts out.
Sakura needed both shaking hands to hold the water cup. She swished and spat twice, most of the taste cleared from her mouth. She hated weakness, but here she was utterly weak. “I… I don’t think I can stand.” Even her voice sounded weak.
Gaara scooped her up and spoke to her abdomen, “Son, you should be kind to your mother.” He kissed her stomach as he carried her back to bed, pulling the comforter over her trembling frame. A slight frown crossed his lips, she might be the medic, but it didn’t take one to see her condition was poor. She was still shivering under the covers and she had no strength. He felt her forehead, but there was no fever. He scratched his head thoughtfully, kneeling to look her in the eye. “Sakura, what should I do for you?” He hoped she could respond.
Sakura’s eyes held pain as her weak voice stuttered through chattering teeth. “Crackers… and tea with sugar… My … blood sugar… is low.” She clutched the downy blanket with white knuckles as she struggled to stay awake.
Gaara threw on his clothes. He saw the young chunin come around the corner just as he stepped out of his room. “Ah, Kenji. You have impeccable timing. Please have Jiro send a tray with tea, muffins and some crackers.”
The medic stiffened instantly recalling his lesson from yesterday. “Lord Kazekage, you know I have orders, sir. And why are you alone? Where is Doctor Haruno?”
Gaara took a swing at the curveball, quickly calculating his position and moves. He spoke slowly and calmly, buying time. “She’s right behind me. Doesn’t it seem women always take longer to get ready?” He mused, searching for the proper words to keep the medic from seeing a naked Sakura in his bed and somehow getting her the tea and crackers she needed. “In any case, she’s here with me, so you are not violating her orders by going to the kitchen.”
Kenji hesitated, the memory of repairing his own spleen still fresh in his mind. “I should check…”
Just then a commanding voice echoed from behind the door, “It’s alright, Kenji. I’m just changing clothes. You may go.”
“Yes ma’am.” The young man bowed to the kazekage and headed back the way he came.
Gaara called after him, “Please tell Jiro I’d like crackers today.” Then he turned back to his quarters.
Sakura was still in bed, lying on her side. She’d finally stopped quivering uncontrollably, but she was as weak as day old coffee. Gaara spooned behind her, the comforter between them as he kissed the back of her head. “Where did that voice come from, darling?” She’d surprised him with the burst of strength.
Sakura smiled. The warmth and comfort of his body was soothing even if she did still feel like crap. “I’m a ninja dear. Deception is one of my tools.”
Gaara burst with pride, “I love you, darling.” He kissed her again, then went on, “How trustworthy is Kenji? He is a smart boy. He’ll figure it out soon.”
Sakura sighed. “He’s the best I have. And he’s afraid of me.” She smiled at the thought. Her temper got her in trouble at times, but it was also a useful tool.
Gaara smiled, recalling the ‘lesson’ she’d handed the boy the day before, “Indeed. What was it you called it? A lesson in healing blunt force trauma?”
She laughed, “Blunt force trauma to the abdomen. It’s good to practice before you need it in the field.”
Gaara squeezed her gently, “That’s my Sakura. Always seizing the teachable moment… He’s coming.” Gaara jumped up from the bed and stepped in the hallway as Kenji approached with the tea tray. “Thank you, Kenji. She’s still doing her hair.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “You should go join Kankuro for breakfast downstairs while you can.”
Kenji tilted his head thoughtfully, “Well, Jiro does have pancakes today… If it’s okay with the doctor.”
Gaara nodded raising his voice slightly, “Sakura? May Kenji go back downstairs for breakfast?”
“Yes. Go Kenji. Get some food.” She ordered seamlessly.
“I’ll be back in a half hour ma’am.” The chunin sped down the hall. Jiro’s pancakes were legendary.
Gaara quickly prepared a cup of tea, bringing it and a small plate of crackers to Sakura in bed. She sat up slowly, nibbling the crackers and sipping tea. Color slowly returned to her face as she looked at the clock. He’d be back in 10 minutes.
The pinkette stood with her strength back, rushing to get dressed for the day. What was this? Her bra didn’t fit. It was so tight it hurt and there was spillage. Had it shrunk in the laundry? She grabbed a different bra; suddenly glad she’d brought several outfits from her own room. However, the second one was just as bad, maybe worse. She looked down at her blossoming cleavage, “What the hell happened?”
Gaara watched with a smile. This was priceless. He’d seen it coming a mile away, but there was no way he’d risk her wrath by telling her that her boobs were bigger. Now that she was figuring it out for herself, he couldn’t stop the words from his mouth. “My darling, it seems your bosom has blossomed to nourish our son. It’s truly spectacular.” He admired her expanded breasts from across the room as he sipped his own tea.
Sakura blushed and stammered, “Arghh!” The curious mix of embarrassment, fury, and frustration had her stomping her feet. This only served to set her larger bust bouncing, giving Gaara a wonderful show.
His eyes narrowed lustily at the display. “Woman if you didn’t have rounds I’d take you on the floor.”
The flustered kunoichi searched her bag madly, clothing flying around her as she finally found a flexible sports bra with enough room for her sudden growth. “Gahh!” She threw a pair of red panties at Gaara’s face in retaliation as she struggled to put herself together.
Gaara caught the lacey undergarment easily and chuckled. He stepped up, making the bed and straightening the room behind her. He opened the windows for fresh air and smiled at her. Damn. She was so hot when she was angry.
Sakura barely tied her hitai-ate under her pony when the knock at the door said Kenji was there. “Come in Kenji.” She said calmly, straightening her vest slightly as the medic entered. “The kazekage is in your capable care now. I may be delayed a bit returning this afternoon. I have an unexpected errand.”
“Of course, doctor.” The medic looked her over carefully, astonishment showing on his face for a second as he straightened himself with forced calm.
Sakura turned her attention to the kazekage, “Please remember that my medical orders are for your good, Lord Kazekage.” Her cool words edged with anger as she spoke.
Gaara nodded. “Have a good day, Sakura.” He smiled inwardly as he watched her flee the room, the door slamming behind her. So hot. She had a lot on her plate. Kankuro likewise. He would deal with this detail personally. He eyed the medic suspiciously as he motioned him over to the shogi table.
“Shall we continue our game from yesterday?” The kazekage asked his jailor.
The medic took the seat across from him, “Well, it might be better to start fresh. You were going to win pretty soon.”
“Very well. A new game then. Although, let’s leave the shogi pieces where they are for now.” The powerful shinobi glared at the chunin.
Kenji felt the man’s eyes rip through him. Sweat poured down his face as his rattled nerves gave away his thoughts, “Lord Kazekage, what are you talking about?” His adolescent voice cracked.
Gaara’s eyes narrowed. “You know.”
The boy brought his sweaty palms together, desperate to look composed. “I’m sure I don’t know, sir. I’m only a chunin.” The kazekage’s eyes bore through him like fire. He felt utterly exposed.
Gaara persisted. ‘You know. I know you know. It was on your face when you entered this room. Don’t lie to me.”
Kenji’s thoughts raced as he stepped back through the morning’s events. He couldn’t help notice Sakura’s condition. Her boobs had literally expanded overnight. What adolescent ninja would miss that? Besides, it wasn’t his fault he’d seen the chakra signature. She was the one who taught him to pay attention to the details, damn it. But wait. Gaara had asked for crackers. Twice. That meant… “You already know!” A quizzical look crossed his face, “But how do you know she’s with child?”
Gaara sighed, relieved that the boy had confessed relatively easily. Still, he hadn’t said until he’d somehow deduced that Gaara knew exactly what he was talking about. Perhaps he was loyal to Sakura after all. “Son, I am the Kazekage. I know many things. However, there are some things I need you to tell me. Sakura must be protected, yes?”
Kenji nodded. “Of course, Lord Kazekage.” He relaxed a little bit, his nerves still on edge because he wasn’t sure where this little game was going.
Gaara pressed in, “Then let’s see how well you think, Kenji. Tell me, what does your new-found information indicate?”
Kenji thought for a minute, pouring himself and the kazekage more tea as his mind worked. “Doctor Haruno is single. I didn’t even know she was seeing anyone, but that’s more the sort of thing the girls discuss, so I’m not sure… It can’t be planned, but she’s a medical ninja. The best medical ninja I know. How does an elite medical ninja end up with an unplanned pregnancy?”
Gaara took a sip of tea and nodded, “Good thinking, Kenji. Now tell me, who else at the hospital will notice?”
The young ninja considered the question out loud, “The civilian doctors wouldn’t even suspect until she’s showing. Not sure when that will be, but… Oh hey, that means this happened here in Suna. She’d be showing for sure if she’d gotten here pregnant.”
Gaara needed him on topic, “No rabbit trails yet. The civilians won’t know. What about the other medical ninjas?”
Kenji nodded, “Doctor Haruno always says to watch the details of everyone around you. That’s why I saw. I’ve been making myself practice every time I walk in a room. It takes a lot of extra chakra, especially during rounds. I do it because she does it. She knows when the person accompanying a patient has a problem too. However, I know my classmates are not so fastidious with training outside class as I am.” Kenji smiled at his own lightbulb moment, “Wow! Now I see why she did that!”
Gaara raised an eyebrow. “Enlighten me.”
Kenji smiled ear to ear, “When she gave me this assignment, the boss suspended classes and remade the rotation schedule. She has Kana and Mai on rotation with her for the next week. Kana is lazy and Mai is just weak. Neither of them has the chakra control to detect early pregnancy. Golly, the boss is so smart.” He spoke with admiration, the hint of a crush in his voice. “Lord Kazekage, if I may ask, does she ever beat you at shogi?”
Gaara sighed, thankful that his beloved had the wisdom to keep this one chunin close to them. “you may, and she does sometimes.”
There was something about his response… Sakura had only been in Suna a short time, but the kazekage had said sometimes, meaning they played a lot of games. And he’d asked for crackers twice… Now that he thought about it, if he hadn’t been there, Gaara was going to the kitchen himself. And who would do that for a morning-sick pregnant woman? Kenji swallowed hard. “You’re the father. Aren’t you, sir?”
Gaara winced, realizing his error too late. “I am… If you ever tell anyone Sakura was pregnant out of wedlock with my child I will hunt you down and murder you and your family as you sleep. Understand?”
Kenji nodded. “Yes, Lord Kazekage. Of course, you are right. She must be protected. The baby too.”
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