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Constellations (complete)	By : momhuey8 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Six years later...
As Neji returned from his last trip to the kitchen, he stopped next to Jomei and Gaara who were standing by the house in identical poses watching the mayhem in the yard.
“You do not wish to play?”
Jomei shook his head firmly. “I’m a godfather. That’s like a father. I should keep an eye out,” the teenager answered. Gaara nodded from Jomei’s other side.
Neji nodded and hid a smile. Jomei had always fretted and panicked over the labels put on him. And Gaara? Gaara was…a special case of his own.
“There are many kinds of father,” Neji said.
“How do you decide what kind to be?”
“The kind of father you are depends on the kind of person you are.” He paused. “Me, I am content to stand back and observe. I take joy in watching their joy.
“That father,” he pointed to Sasuke who was lying on a blanket with a magazine over his face, sleeping, “is the kind who works nights and wishes the volume in his house was less than one hundred decibels.
“And there is that kind.” He pointed to Naruto who was at least eighty of those hundred decibels. “The kind who romps around the yard on all fours barking like a dog.”
“He is silly, isn’t he?” Jomei snickered.
“Our fathers, all of us, are the kind who would be here with us if the gods hadn’t needed them at their sides.” Neji turned to face Jomei. “The only kind of father you don’t want to be is the kind that could be with his children, but is not.”
Neji bowed his head slightly, more to keep from reacting to the look on Gaara’s face than anything else. The redheaded Kazekage was openly listening, rapt, his eyes wide and his mouth drooping open slightly.
“Would you agree Kazekage-sama?”
Gaara straightened and coughed. “Well said.” Then he returned to mimic Jomei’s pose.
Neji felt such a fondness for the poor, insecure, slightly demented ex-Jinchuuriki as he watched his complete inability to act like a normal person. Especially now that he was officially family.
Gaara had come to visit shortly after Sasuke’s second son had been born. He truly seemed, in his subdued way, to delight in the fact that Naruto had gotten all the children to call him ‘uncle.’ But then he heard someone mention that Jomei was the godfather.
“What is the godfather?”
“If someone happens to all three of us, the godparents care for the children.”
“I will be this godfather.”
“But I’m the godfather,” young Jomei responded. Gaara studied Jomei speculatively.
“The children have three fathers now. We can be two fathers.”
Jomei appeared to think for a moment and then nodded.
Later that evening after everyone had left and the three were in the kitchen cleaning up, Sasuke finally said,
“You can’t be serious. Gaara, a godfather to our children?”
“C’mon guys, you see what it would mean to him.”
“I know what it would mean to us,” Sasuke grumbled. “More fucking paperwork.”
The three already had a room of their own at the tower dedicated to all the legal issues in their lives. The deed and service contracts for the orphanage, trusts for each of the mothers of their children, and trusts for the Twinkle Sisters’ family all required stacks of papers requiring the services of a solicitor. There were documents addressing the legal rights of the mothers, Tsunade’s status as godmother and Jomei’s status as godfather. More scrolls protecting their own rights to the children should something happen to one and someone challenge the custody of the remaining men filled another cabinet. Then there were legal name changes since Sasuke had insisted that every child be an Uzumaki, property rights for buildings set aside for the Twinkle sisters’ family and Hinata, who had moved to the estate. Round the mess out with wills and investments and the room was threatening to explode.
“Do you want to tell him ‘no?’”
“But Gaara? He’s crazy.” They had been obliged, at one point, to make a fake document stating that Gaara was an uncle.
“Listen, it’s just a gesture,” Naruto defended. “For him to get custody, something would have to happen to all three of us. If there’s something that bad going on, no one on earth could protect our children better than he could. He’d wrap them up in one of his sand balls and they’d be snug as bugs in rugs.”
They paused, each disturbed in his own right imagining their babies packed in a sand ball.
“Yeah, he’d save them. But then he’d probably just eat them,” Sasuke whined.
Neji and Naruto laughed and threw dishtowels at him.
So they had made Gaara godfather and ever since, he’d been telling everyone who would listen, and forcing many who wouldn’t, about the trials of being both an uncle and godfather.
As if on cue, Hinata wandered by and Gaara stopped her, asking if she had ever considered the difficulties of trying to balance the role of godfather with that of the role of uncle.
Dear, sweet Hinata, who had had this discussion with the Kazekage no less than five times already, bowed, said ‘yes,’ that she had been wondering about that very thing, and asked if he would tell her about it.
When one listened to his discussion about the trauma of trying to divine not one, but two meaningful gifts, one for each title, and the absolute agony of deciding how to sign correspondence, it was clear that he was deadly serious about this. The first time Hinata heard this, she thought he was going to hyperventilate when he whispered that he didn’t know what he was going to do when they realized he was the Kazekage, or gods forbid, their friend. The potential for a third or possibly a fourth title might just push him over an edge.
Indeed, Naruto had tucked away in a box the sole card sent by Gaara for the first birthday he’d experienced as both uncle and godfather.
Tamari had shown up at the door with five teams of Sand ninja. When they opened the door, she pushed her way inside, plopped into a kitchen chair and said, “Drink!”
Neji gave her a glass of rice wine. After downing it, she slapped a ragged, busy looking piece of paper on the table.
“This is the last card you’re getting from Gaara. I hope you can live with that because I am never going through this again.”
Naruto picked up the card and his eyes widened more and more as he turned it this way and that. Every inch of the card was covered in increasingly distressed scribbles; ‘Uncle Gaara,’ ‘Godfather Gaara,’ ‘Kazekage Uncle,’ ‘Friend Kazekage,’ ‘Your Godfather, the Uncle.’
“He was in a fetal position, stabbing the card with a pen when I found him.” She pointed to several small holes in the paper.
“I convinced him that sending cards and gifts was a security risk. It marked the children as important to him and set them up as targets for Sand’s enemies.” She leaned back and rubbed her face. “Gaara was so happy I thought he was going to cry.
“Then he seemed sad, so I told him I’d deliver this one card; that no one would ever know if we were discreet.” She waved toward the door. “He sent twenty of our best ninja to make sure it got here safely.”
Today, there had been no plans for a get together, but Gaara had shown up early. His schedule was not usually his own and he often came on the spur of the moment when he saw he had enough free time to make the trip.
And Naruto had been so glad to see him. When Gaara had arrived earlier, Naruto had swooped in and pulled him into a hug and spun him in circles. Neji had hidden a laugh when Naruto had put Gaara down and the Kazekage had just stood right there, his chest touching Naruto’s, no concept of recreating his own personal bubble. Either that or he was hoping Naruto would pick him up again.
The pair had walked out into the garden and Neji had watched in bemusement as Gaara’s lips actually moved in what must have been conversation. In fact, it looked like a dozen words emerged from his mouth at a time; more than he’d shared with anyone else in their acquaintance in all the years he’d known Gaara.
The conversation had appeared melancholy for a time and then Naruto burst into howling laughter. He laughed hard enough to be drooped over Gaara’s shoulder and tears were running down his cheeks.
Neji wondered if Naruto could have similar encounters with fence posts, but upon closer inspection, requiring Byakugan, he saw the tiniest shade of mirth on Gaara’s face. The slight redhead must have made a joke. It was almost beyond comprehension.
Neji smiled. Only Naruto…
Neji tapped his chin, trying to decide how to feed this impromptu gathering. He wanted to make something special because Gaara was a special visitor. Not because he was Kazekage, but because he was always there when Naruto and their family needed him.
That was why Neji was truly fond of Gaara. He had been right there with them, dropping everything and mobilizing all of Suna the two times they’d had to deal with those who would take the demon.
The first time was after the twins were born about six years ago. Before Neji and Sasuke had even known there was a problem, Gaara was already in Naruto’s office.
Sasuke had shot up from bed one afternoon, frantically throwing on clothes and within minutes was also in Naruto’s office.
Naruto was clutching the desk with one hand and his seal with the other.
“They’re about a half mile from the gate. Your team…”
“Fuck my team.” And Sasuke was gone.
By the time Naruto, Gaara and Sasuke’s team reached the site, there was absolute carnage everywhere. Sasuke, covered in blood, was screaming in fury and sending body parts in every direction.
Naruto watched as Sasuke used nothing but two swords and his rage to completely decimate the twenty ninja and their odd piece of equipment. Nothing but steel, muscle and a fury that could be felt for miles.
It took longer than maybe it should have, but Sasuke seemed to be making a deliberate effort to inflict pain before delivering killing blows. Finally there were no more enemies standing but Sasuke was still shaking in his anger.
He marched up to Naruto and grabbed the front of his shirt. He yelled, his voice hoarse, “No one…is going to…take you…away from me!”
Then he roared again and turned back to the limb littered ground and sent balls of flame from his mouth and hands, incinerating the remains. He turned back and grabbed Naruto’s shirt again.
“Do you fucking hear me?”
Naruto placed a hand gently over the one at his throat. “I do,” he whispered.
Everyone on that stretch of path through the forest watched warily. They all knew of the relationship between Sasuke and their Hokage and they had a sense of how protective Sasuke was, but they had never been subjected to such an intense wash of emotion-laced chakra from either of them.
They all held their breaths as Sasuke put his face an inch from Naruto’s, his body vibrating with agitation. The hair stood up on their arms and they wondered if they were going to see Sasuke hit Naruto, or throw him on the ground and rip his clothes off.
Just when they thought they were going to find out, the two disappeared out of the clearing.
Neji remembered that night well. Sasuke had transported himself and Naruto to an empty building on the property and proceeded to fuck Naruto to within an inch of his life. It had taken hours to burn through his rage and the two had finally collapsed in exhaustion just before dawn the next day.
The second time an attempt was made on Naruto a year later, Gaara had been right there with them again. Having had his demon ripped from his own body, he had recognized the feel of it at the same time Naruto had. He had again shown up at the Hokage tower and, not finding them there, had proceeded to Naruto’s house.
“How can I help?”
“Do you know where they are?” All four men were in the living room and Sasuke was shaking with this need to destroy.
“No. I have deployed teams, but it will take some time before we begin receiving reports.”
“I think I could find them, but if I reach out and connect, there’s a chance they’ll get the demon.” Naruto sighed.
“What?” Sasuke stood. “You could find them? How?”
“Sage chakra and the connection…” He didn’t get to finish.
“Why the fuck didn’t I think of that?” Sasuke threw his arms up. “I can do it.”
They moved to the tower and Sasuke got to work.
It turned out to be fairly easy. The pull on the demon was directional and once Sasuke found one end of the thread, he was able to follow it to the source. The group, which included Neji because he had refused to be left out ever again and had put plans in place to have the children cared for at a moment’s notice, watched as Sasuke felt his way along the path he’d found.
The look on Sasuke’s face was fierce satisfaction as he whispered, “I’ve got ‘em.” He raised a brow in question, the hum of his chakra raising the hair on all their arms.
Naruto’s smile was just as fierce as he nodded. The walls in the room seemed to bow under the force of Sasuke’s gathering power, and then he slammed his palm to the floor and growled. His body shimmered in green light that hovered and then disappeared beneath his palm.
“I need a team,” Naruto turned to Neji, his Anbu captain, to deploy a team, but stopped when he saw the impassioned look on Neji’s face as he looked at Sasuke.
For Neji, no one else had been in the room but Sasuke at that moment. Finally Sasuke had felt Neji’s attention and turned to him. After their gazes met, Neji walked up to Sasuke and poofed him to that same empty building. He then began peeling Sasuke’s clothes from his body.
“You saved our family…”
It wasn’t the urgent, violent encounter that Naruto and Sasuke had after the first attempt to take the demon. While Neji had needed hours to purge whatever was burning through his veins, it was a more deliberate engagement. And when Naruto had gotten home a couple of hours later, Neji had needed him there as well.
Yes, Gaara was a valued member of this family. Always there during the bad times.
Suddenly, the ground seemed to move under Neji’s feet. ‘…Gaara…always there...’ ‘…bad times...’
He looked around the yard and his perspective shifted. Naruto was in the yard laughing and playing with the children. But his laugh was too loud. And he was playing with the ferocity of someone playing for the last time.
And Gaara was standing nearby holding Naruto’s newest baby, something he was usually reluctant to do. And he wasn’t looking at the baby as if it was a live snake. His look was different. Something about his expression whispered in the back of Neji’s mind, “fatherless children.”
Then he felt it. Something brushed his senses. At that precise moment, Sasuke sat up, alert, and Neji could feel his chakra flaring out, scanning.
“Something’s wrong,” Jomei whispered.
Sasuke stood. “Naruto, a word.” He turned toward the house and looked pointedly at Gaara. “You. In the house.”
Naruto sighed in resignation and called Jomei over. “Take over, will you? Watch Suki’s knee; she skinned it pretty badly earlier.”
Jomei bowed solemnly and then threw his arms around Naruto’s shoulders.
“It’ll be fine. Have fun, okay?” Jomei dropped his head for a moment, then entered the fray, his smile strained.
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