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People who are Important: Book One	By : Morales89 Category: Naruto > General Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and Tv tokyo. This is a purely fanwritten work, with which I make no money, and write only for the pleasure of myself and my readers.

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Epilogue

Temari was having that weird feeling of paranoia again as she sat in the tea shop with her 'mission', one Shika-lazy-maru, for lunch. It frightened her, only because about seven months prior she'd had the same feeling, and returned to her village to find her youngest brother kidnapped. She was worried again, and though she tried to hide it from the boy across from her, she knew he could see straight through her façade.
"You're daydreaming again…" he pointed out blandly. She sent him a level glare, but sighed and fidgeted in her seat anyway. There was no point in trying to tell him she was fine; he already knew otherwise. 'Brat's too damn smart for his own good!' she thought angrily. She supposed she could just talk to him about it. He was actually kind of good at making her feel better, even if he did think he knew nothing about women.
"I'm just being paranoid again. I have that feeling that something bad is going to happen," she explained, green eyes coming to rest on his face. His dark eyes seemed to consider her for a minute.
"Tch! Women's intuition has its downsides I see," he muttered, causing a little smile to turn the corners of her lips. 'Geez…does she have to be so…pret…ugch. I won't even think it,' he thought to himself.
"Hnn…I'm sure it's nothing, but just in case…we should start heading towards my house," the blond answered, rising and searching her pack for some money. She carelessly pushed kunai, and shuriken out of the way as she searched for her cash.
"You should be more caref…"
"Hiss! itai!" she hissed out as one of the many sharp, pointy objects in the bag stabbed her. Shikamaru sighed, grabbing her wrist and pulling it up to examine the hand.
Temari flicked her eyes up to his concentrated looking face, watching his dark eyes inspect the rather deep cut in her finger. She then snapped her gaze to his free hand that had traveled into his own bag. More carefully than she'd done it, he fished around for some bandages. Suddenly, the blond Sand kunoichi felt her finger engulfed in a hot wetness. Her eyes snapped up to the Nara, who'd wrapped his soft lips around her finger, as he started to suckle, and lick the blood away.
Temari felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, why she didn't know. It was a common way to clean a wound without antiseptic cream. It was just…seeing him do it, and feeling the warmth of his tongue lap against her skin was sending tingles to places she was positive had become dormant in all her years of being single. She felt her body get hot, and a little stab of heat to her lower belly as her eyes locked on the suddenly fascinating pair of lips attached to her skin.
Shikamaru didn't know why he did it, but he was too lazy to find his antibacterial cream in his overstuffed bag. It was troublesome enough finding the bandages, and he didn't want to end up like her. Though he didn't suppose he'd be opposed to her sucking on his finger. 'No! Damnit!' he cursed himself. After he deemed the wound clean, and blood flow stunted enough, he took the thin bandage from his bag. Quickly he wrapped it around her slender finger. He could still taste the tangy, but spicy flavor of her tanned skin on his tongue and unconsciously licked his lips. After tying the bandage tight enough, he put the remaining roll back into his pack. He glanced up at the older teen, and felt his heart speed up a little bit.
She hadn't moved. Her hand was still stretched out in the space between them. She stood frozen, with wide, confused, and glazed emerald eyes. Her full, pink lips hung open just slightly in a tiny gape, while the ridge of her nose and across her cheeks was stained red with a blush. She looked oddly cute then…and somehow, even though he knew he'd regret the decision later, he couldn't stop himself from doing what he did next.
The eldest Sabaku gasped in a short breath as she watched the younger nin lean forward slightly. His lids fell over dark, lazy eyes, and his lips pressed gently against hers in a shy…but inviting kiss. Temari stayed frozen, unsure of what to do, but let her eyes fall shut when his rough, strong hands slid up her arms and pulled her closer. There was barely a breath of air between them, but it was enough to make her skin tingle with anticipation of contact. He tilted his head to the side, sliding his lips against hers with a little more confidence as she finally reacted. The blond let her hands glide up his hard, broad chest to wrap her arms around his neck and parted her mouth under his in invitation. She barely suppressed a shiver when his strong arms contracted around her small waist.
Shikamaru nearly groaned when those soft, responsive lips opened under his. It was a clear invitation which he took gladly, slipping his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth, and skimming it around slowly. She tasted like tea and sweet dumplings…her lunch, but mixed with a certain spice that made his fifteen year old hormones race through his blood at top speed. He never thought he'd ever kiss Temari, but now that he was doing it, it just felt…right. They parted for air after a few moments; she leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Why did you…" she started.
"No…no questions. Just enjoy the moment," he interrupted, holding her for just a few seconds more before releasing her and locking eyes. She looked hesitant and a little scared…something he wasn't used to.
"Let's make our way back to the house. I'll take care of the bill," he said, fishing some bills out of his pocket and tossing them on the table. By the time he was ready to leave, Temari seemed to have regained her composure. They left the shop silently, and continued in silence for a while as they walked.
"Nara, you confuse me," she said, breaking the silence. He looked over at her pensive expression.
"Hn?" he said. Her striking green eyes locked with his.
"You call me the most troublesome woman you know and yet…you…you do something like that. Without even warning me!" Temari explained. He sighed.
"Alright, well next time I'll be sure to let you know when I'm planning to kiss you," he said, 'No sense in denying it. I want to kiss her. I liked kissing her. And I would like to possibly date her if she'll have me. She may be bothersome and bossy, but she' s the only woman I know who can keep up with me intellectually. She the only challenge. It'd be too troublesome to continue denying what I know I want,' he thought as he watched those emerald orbs widen considerably.
"Next time? Who says there's gonna be a next time? I'm not the kind of girl who swaps spit with all her guy friends just because!" she exclaimed angrily, green eyes burning with fury. She certainly looked pretty when she was angry.
"Hai…hai…I know you bothersome female! Don't get all fussy. I promise the next time will happen on a proper date," he said in his usual tone. She opened her mouth to spit something angry back at him before what he said registered in her mind. Her fury faltered into confusion.
"Did you just ask me out?" she asked incredulously.
"I did," he answered, fighting down the sudden anxiety that filled his rapidly beating heart.
"Nara! Don't toy with me! It's not funny!" she hissed, and quicker than her confused, angry mind could see it, he'd pulled her against him again. An arm wrapped around her waist, and a hand rested under her chin, lifting it just slightly so he could lock eyes with her.
"You don't believe me? How about tomorrow night? We'll go wherever you want," he said in a lazy, yet sincere tone. She blinked slowly once, still shocked but quickly regained her cool in that way he loved about her.
"Fine, but you're paying and you'd better not say troublesome, or bothersome, or any other 'somes' unless you want me to kill you. You'd better show me a good time Nara, because I'm sick of losers who aren't any fun taking me out," she ordered, moving out of his arms to stride ahead of him. He suppressed a chuckle. 'Man she's so bossy,' he thought.
"Hai…hai," he drawled, internally surprised when she hooked her slender arm in his. They continued on towards Kazekage Manor.
Ramen Shop
"Man Shia-chan sure got big didn't she? I never thought that skinny little girl could be so HUGE!" Naruto exclaimed bluntly, and quite rudely. Sakura fixed him with a firm glare.
They'd stopped in Sunagakure to rest for a few days after their most recent attempt to save Sasuke. Gaara had welcomed them in with open arms, and the team had the pleasant surprise of meeting both Shikamaru and Hinata. Hinata had come on a mission to help out Shia's very pregnant self around the house, while Shikamaru was here in place of the Hokage, who couldn't make it for a diplomatic meeting. Things in Konoha had been a little crazy since Pein, the leader of Akatsuki, had killed Jiraiya. Having finally had to resort to his female partner, Konan's help. The Toad Sannin took the dark haired female with him, infuriating Pein to no end.
The body had been returned in one piece, with a declaration of attack accompanying it. All the senior Jounin and elite ANBU were grounded to the village in anticipation of the attack. Tsunade hadn't left her office, the security around her being so tight…every piece of lint that entered her quarters was accounted for. It was Sakura's master who'd suggested they stay in Suna for a few days. She'd told them that it wasn't safe for Naruto to travel, with Akatsuki out for blood, and that she'd send word when she deemed it clear.
"Naruto! Don't be rude!" Sakura shouted, punching him in the back of the head hard. Hinata, who'd joined them for lunch giggled a little, blushing when a blond head fell into her lap. Big royal blue eyes looked up at her with a pleading stare.
"Hinata-chan….tell Sakura-chan not to hit me anymore," he whined with huge puppy eyes. She felt herself melt.
"You're lucky you dolt! If Shia'd heard that she'd have killed you in the most horrifying way possible," Sakura said, glaring down at him. He pouted back for a few seconds, rubbing his new lump with his hand, but not removing his head from the Hyuuga's lap.
"N…Naruto-kun…um…ano," she stumbled, hands in the air trembling. The blush on her face was dark, but adorable, and Naruto found himself unable to control himself. He nuzzled her flat stomach through her sweatshirt, breathing in the scent.
"Mmm…Hina-chan…you smell really good," he started with a sly smirk, "ano..do you think you could nurse me back to health?" he asked, blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
The blush darkened, as the shy Hyuuga stuttered uncontrollably, and quite indecipherably. He grinned foxily up at her, thinking she looked pretty cute when she was all flustered like that. Her wide moonlike eyes looked everywhere but at him, and when they did, they widened even more. She had her pale hands were on either side of her face, grasping her cheeks as they became more and more flushed. Her dark hair fell like a curtain around her soft features, framing her pale face perfectly.
Naruto vaguely wondered why he never noticed how pretty she was. He'd always been fixated on Sakura he supposed. Suddenly her red face went pallid and her eyes rolled ever so slightly. She'd begun to look faint when he felt himself wretched from his position on Hinata's warm lap and thrown up against the nearest wall...or more through the nearest wall.
"DON 'T BE SUCH A PERVERT! GEEZ!" Sakura screamed with a rather frightening expression contorting her usually pretty features. In an instant Hinata was at the blonde's side, helping him up and filtering some comforting chakra into his bruised skull.
"Naruto-kun? Are you okay?" the shy girl asked worriedly. Groan
"Damn I think I actually hurt him this time," Sakura said in an exasperated voice, a little concern coming through the fury. Hinata stroked the blond locks soothingly.
"Naruto-kun? Can you hear me?" the raven haired girl asked. K.O
"Here's his Hotel room key, could you take him there while I take care of some things?" Sakura said. 'Like the bill for one,' she thought. Hinata nodded, tossing the unconscious blonde's arm over her shoulder and leaping off in the direction of the hotel.
Kazekage Tower
Gaara walked into his house in deep thought. It'd been almost seven months since they'd been married, and the road had not been smooth to say the least. They argued…a lot….and with her pregnancy, Shia's hormones were completely discombobulated. She had violent (quite literally) mood swings that usually left him sore, physically and emotionally exhausted. They butted heads on a lot of subjects. During her later months of pregnancy he'd requested that she stay at home, and rest until she had the baby. She refuted his wish, vehemently, because she felt she was strong enough to take care of herself.
There was also the trying pressure of being Kazekage that weighted him down. He'd been distant, he knew, for a few weeks, and it was pressing his new wife's nerves. She asked him what was wrong, and he just put up the front he knew she could see through, but felt safe behind. It had been a long argument, and they had both said some things to each other that were hurtful. They didn't talk for almost two weeks, and finally his siblings, and her friends intervened to get them to reconcile. They were locked in a room alone together, for hours, until they finally decided to talk to one another.
(Flashback)
Shia sat facing the far wall and refusing to acknowledge his presence in the room. Gaara leaned against the opposite wall, staring at her back and hoping she'd just talk to him. He knew he'd said some hurtful things. He'd told her he didn't need her, that he didn't want her to be near him because all she did was anger him. He even questioned his reasoning behind loving her, to which she'd called him an asshole, slapped him and yelled her own hurtful things back.
She'd said he was a human ice sculpture, incapable of emotion. Someone who couldn't open up no matter how much the other person tried. She'd told him never to speak to her again, that she'd rather be married to a glacier than him at the time. He knew he deserved it, and that part of this was her irate hormones speaking, but it had hurt nonetheless. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a sniffle from the other side of the room. 'Great now she's crying,' he thought, berating himself for making her do so.
"I just don't get it," he heard her quiet, quivering voice say. He focused his attention on her. She turned to face him with teary, navy blue eyes.
"I've tried everything to get you to be open about your feelings. I love you so much Gaara, I always tell you what's on my mind. Why don't you trust me?" she asked, tears flowing down her pretty face, he felt his heart clench. He'd made her cry a lot during these last rocky months. He moved closer, and wrapped her in his arms.
"It has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry. I do love you, and I know why. Everything about you makes me love you. You're so forgiving, and sweet, and you love me, despite knowing what I've done... I'm sorry that it's so hard for me still, but I'll try harder. I do trust you Shia…it's just sometimes…" he trailed off, she looked at him expectantly.
"You can tell me how you feel Gaara. I'm your wife, your friend, and I'm carrying our child. We've got to be able to communicate if this marriage is going to work," she said, and he knew she was right. He sighed.
"Sometimes I'm afraid that this is all too good to be true. I fear that somehow, I'll wake up, and this'll all have been a dream. You'll be gone, and I'll be alone again," he said, burying his face in her sweet smelling hair. She placed a soft kiss in the crook of his neck.
"I'll never leave you. Even if you hurt me, and push me away. I'll be angry, I'll be cold, but I'll never leave you. I couldn't live without you," she assured him, and he tightened his hold on her. They stayed like that for a long time before forgiving each other, and kissing affectionately.
(end flashback)
They had arguments after that, but he was always assured that she'd never leave him. Finally at month eight, she agreed to stay off her feet as much as possible, and he was more open about what was bothering him. He found that telling her made him feel better, and she always had the right words to calm him. They'd been intimate throughout the pregnancy, but to avoid any problems they stayed away from intercourse. He smiled at the thought that she knew every place that made his blood boil, and he knew every place that made her see stars.
"OH MY GOD!" Shia's voice shrieked throughout the house. Gaara rushed towards the direction of the sound. He thrust the door to their bedroom open only to find his wife doubled over, and panting harshly in pain. She didn't even seem to notice his presence.
"What's wrong?" he heard Temari's voice yell from where she'd suddenly appeared. His sister's green eyes took in the scene and widened.
"We have to get her to the hospital now!" she exclaimed, he nodded and rushed forward. He tossed Shia's arm over his shoulder for support as she continued to heave breathes unevenly.
"Nnn…it's coming!" she cried out, chest heaving. It was then that he saw the slight dampness on the rug where her water must have broken. He turned to Temari.
"She can't make it to the hospital in this condition, Sakura-san and Hinata-san should still be in the village from their recent mission. Go get Sakura, she is the only one I trust with this," he ordered. His sister nodded and preformed the transportation seals as fast as she could. Gaara got his wife settled on the bed.
"Gaara!" Shia cried, he took her hand and squeezed.
"I'm here. I'm right here Shia. It's okay," he said, watching as she screwed her eyes shut tight and tried to breath through the next contraction.
"Breathe with me love," he said. She opened her pained, dark blue eyes and nodded. Her small hand held his tightly as she took a deep breath in with him.
"Ahnnnn!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. He kissed them away in hopes of comforting her a little.
He worried a little about this over the last seven months. Their child had been conceived when Shukaku was still inside his body. He worried that the demon may have left a lasting mark on his baby. If so, Shia's life was currently in danger. He heard Sakura, Hinata, and his sister enter the room. He could sense Shikamaru guarding the door. The pinkette immediately began shouting orders. She removed Shia's lower clothing and began work. Hinata activated her Byakugan in order to make sure everything went smoothly.
"Try to keep her as calm as possible. It'll be harder on her if she's too wild," Sakura told him. He nodded, cringing a little as his wife's tiny hand squeezed his with unfathomable strength.
"Shia…love…you've got to calm down. We're all here, your friends are here. Breathe," he said, she seemed to calm a little. Her eyes opened to reveal their red and teary state. He leaned to kiss her temple and she smiled weakly.
"Shia-chan," Sakura's voice said, the brunette looked down at her best friend.
"Concentrate on breathing through the contractions. When I tell you to push, push as hard as you can okay?" she said, the other nodded.
It was a long and grueling labor…fourteen hours to be exact. Every second of it, Gaara was sure a year was shaved off his life. He feared for his wife….for their infant child. Sakura kept reassuring him that everything was fine, but it wasn't until Hinata, with her Byakugan eyes, assured him that he felt even the slightest relieved. Currently, Shia was breathing heavily with closed eyes, trying to regain some strength. Sakura had taken the baby into another room to clean and inspect him. Hinata cleaned Shia up, and pulled a sheet over the other girl's weakened form.
"Oh he's beautiful," Sakura's voice said from the door.
In her arms was a tiny bundle, with little hands sticking out of the sheets and grasping for anything. The rosette walked over to place the child into his mother's hands. Shia looked down at her son, placing her finger in his small palm and allowing him to grasp on to it. He had his father's shocking hair, but appeared to have his mother's dark eyes. Of course, all newborns have dark eyes, so it'd be a few weeks before they actually see the real color of his eyes.
He was beautiful, Shia felt her lips turn up in a smile. Everything that had happened in the last few months. The first rocky months of their marriage, and all their arguments suddenly meant nothing. She turned to her husband, who had his jade eyes trained on their little child. They were a family now, and she loved them both.
"What do you think of Senji for the name?" she asked Gaara softly, he looked up at her and smiled.
The newborn let out a little coo as his Aunt Temari tickled him a little. She new he wouldn't develop the ticklishness for a while yet, but Senji was just so cute she couldn't resist. 'I can't believe Gaara had kids before me,' she thought. Though she was happy for her brother…she couldn't help but feel like she might enjoy settling down soon, and starting a family of her own.
"I like it," he said, fingering some of the silky crimson hair on the baby's head.
"Sabaku no Senji," Sakura murmured as she filled out the birth certificate.
"Do you want to hold him?" Shia asked. Gaara faltered for a minute. The baby was so tiny and fragile. He was almost afraid he couldn't be gentle enough.
"Hold out your arms Gaara-san," Hinata chimed in, moving forward to adjust his arms properly.
Shia placed their now sleeping son into his arms, and suddenly a wave of emotion hit him. Here he was holding his child in his arms. His beautiful son; it was unreal. He never thought the day would come where he'd be married and start a family. But here he was, sitting next to his wife, holding their child. Shia giggled a little bit at his stiff position. It was almost as if he feared he'd break the baby. Temari smiled, and snapped a picture. Gaara tossed a glare to her. He hated pictures.
"Hey don't you pout at me young man! This'll be the first addition to your family albums," the blond said smiling. He rolled his eyes as his wife giggled again. He looked down at little Senji again, inspecting him for any signs of….
"You'll be happy to know that upon Hinata-chan's inspection of little Senji here, she found no traces of Shukaku in his chakra or anywhere in his person," Sakura said, green eyes staring fondly at the child.
"Hai," Hinata affirmed, cooing at the cute baby.
Gaara sighed in relief, at least he knew his son would never have to go through what he did. He would love and care for his new family the way his father never did with the original. His son would grow up with every opportunity. He'd have playmates and loving parents. He'd have uncles and aunts who liked spending time with him, and maybe one day he'd have cousins. He knew the Council had been putting even more pressure on Temari since she turned eighteen to get married. It wouldn't be long before she did, he knew it.
"I love you Gaara," he heard Shia say. He looked into her weary, blue eyes. They were warm, welcoming, and loving, just as they'd always been.
"And I you Shia," he said, "I never thought it was possible"
"Nani?" her sleepy voice questioned. He kissed her cheek.
"For me to be happy..." he whispered in her ear.
She smiled at him then, comfortingly, and leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. He held her there for a few moments, until Senji started to squirm between them. They broke apart, chuckling at the little baby's whines. Shia patted the spot next to her on the bed, so Gaara climbed in, wrapping an arm around his wife and child. He kissed them both, then asked her to sleep, which she did, almost instantly. Temari snapped another picture, earning her a heartfelt glower from the youngest Sabaku.
"Don't be such a spoil sport! This is a big deal for me. I'm an auntie!" she exclaimed, looking near happy tears.
Suddenly an arm wrapped around her small waist. Gaara looked up to see the lazy Leaf-nin he knew his sister was so fond of. She looked surprised, and she was blushing, to which he snorted. When her green eyes locked with his, he smirked knowingly at her, earning a rueful glare from the elder. His smirk only grew wider at what Shikamaru said next.
"I think eight children would be nice don't you darling?" the Nara asked in an amused tone, not looking up from the newborn and his family. Temari sputtered stupidly for a few seconds. Then her green eyes narrowed into slits of Hellish emerald fury.
"BAKA! THWACK!"
"Ow…" the genius drawled lazily.
Temari's eyes narrowed glaring at the Nara maliciously. The brunette male's lips came in contact with her left cheek, causing her green eyes to widen and stare incredulously. Gaara actually laughed outright at his sister's shock, watching as a small smirk appeared on the Nara's face. 'Anyone who can get Temari to lose herself like that is a friend of mine,' the redhead thought, sincerely impressed with the way the Nara knew just the right buttons to press. Temari was currently growling rather loudly.
"Maa…you're going to wake the baby," the younger nin said, turning his lazy eyes on the eldest Sabaku. Her glare became feral, and Gaara was sure she was about to kill the other right there.
"I would appreciate it if no blood was shed in the presence of my son," the Kazekage said simply, his sister's angry eyes snapped to him, melting into an apology.
"You're right…let's go Nara" she growled, grabbing the boy's ear and pulling him out of the room. Gaara saw Shikamaru barely contain a laugh.
"I just asked you a question you troublesome woman," he said with fake innocence.
(Growl!)
"Don't ask me things like that! Who says I want to have lazy little Nara-bakas?" Gaara heard his sister hiss before the door closed. The redhead snickered. Hinata and Sakura excused themselves soon after, and left him alone with his new family. He looked down at Shia's peacefully sleeping face…then to Senji's. His heart swelled with happiness as the final missing piece was filled in. He unconsciously squeezed his wife and son closer.
'I know that there are probably more tough times to come. Marriage is not an easy arrangement. But…to hold them like this…being this happy…it makes it all worth it in the end,' he thought.
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