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Hatsu	By : dragonslover1 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1420 -:- 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-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 2
- 3
- 4
Note: A lot of people seem unhappy with Suzaki. She�s big-breasted, she has odd eyes, she�s beautiful, she�s capable, and Gaara is totally infatuated with her. To explain how I ended up shaping her this way, I uploaded a little something to deviantART, showing exactly how she is how she is now. http://dragonslover1.deviantart.com/art/Evolution-Shirou-Suzaki-90705117 Copy&paste please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way, shape or form.

Hatsu

Chapter Three

Alone in his tower for the night, Kazekage swore at himself vehemently. He shouldn�t have gone to check on her, he shouldn�t have. . . But he was worried about Suzaki, about her being alone. And honestly, he wanted to see her again. So he�d left to see how she was holding up, though he�d unlocked the door quietly and opened and shut the front door as silently.

He practically crept into his own house, hoping he wouldn�t scare her, until he recognized the sounds of water running. She was in the shower. . .

Naked. Wet.

He shuddered violently at that thought, trying to beat back the budding desire coming to life inside him. He couldn�t just waltz into the bathroom, despite this being his home, and ogle her. Showers are the time when everyone needed a certain amount of privacy, and he told himself that fiercely, over and over again.

But he was walking closer to the door. It took all his willpower to keep his hands away from the doorknob, enough that it made him weary and tired. He leaned on the door, fighting to still his wandering hands, and began to notice the different splashes he heard from within. Suddenly leaning on the door was very intimate, and he pressed his cheek to it, listening. At length he shut his eyes and tried to withdraw from the door, and from the temptation he was feeling.

Nevertheless, the moment his eyes closed, he could almost see her on the other side of the door. A quiver went up his spine as he imagined how she looked, from her blonde hair darkened by the water to fair skin reflecting spots of light. Her sunset eyes, he mused, would be narrowed to stop water from splashing there; her hands would be washing her with soap or a washcloth. . .

He forced himself back, opening his eyes and willing the visions to go away. His breathing was ragged, harsh with want, and for that, he left, locking the door behind him. It didn�t matter if she was in his house and using his shower -- ah, and soon she�d be wrapped in his towels, too -- she was a guest. He had to respect her, despite the strong urges telling him otherwise. He�d already said he was going to resist and he couldn�t just go back on that so soon.

So he returned to his tower, to his office, to the workload he�d been focused on before he went to check on her. But he hated it. He didn�t want to be here; right now, Suzaki would be dressing for bed, and he wanted to be there, too. He wanted to stop her in the midst of putting on those clothes and lay with her, to show her how important she is to him. He wanted to kiss her until she moaned. He wanted to lay her down and --

He stopped himself there, shaking his head sharply. He needed to stop this line of thinking before it got the better of him, wore away at his willpower, and made him go to her. She needed her rest, and in turn, he needed to respect her. She wasn�t the type of woman he could win over with kisses and caresses, though she had shown that she was weak to that. No, he thought, I have to let her come to me.

Until then, he decided, she was off-limits. Despite the fact that he had invited her to his home and then gave in, first kissing her against that very wall, then following her to his house and listening to her shower from the opposite side of the door.

He felt like cursing himself for a fool, he, who had his emotions so in check, who was irresistible to many women but never under their power. Suzaki had him under some kind of spell, some jutsu that left him wanting her -- not just in body, but in her very presence. It was a spell he was sure spread out farther than just himself. Other men in the village had to be feeling it as well, giving in to her at every turn.

Even in his younger years, he had never felt so compelled. This, he thought, is what it feels like to think someone is irresistible. Even at eighteen, when he thought he had himself completely under his own control, he wasn�t. She made him this way, and he found he couldn�t hate her for it. A part of him had always enjoyed being out of control, and now, he had it. He was almost wild with how badly he wanted Suzaki, bad enough that he was walking towards the door. . .

No, he told himself, looking away. Physical urges aside, he didn�t want to scare or hurt her, didn�t want to make her hate him. She was in love with him, he reminded himself, and if he did something such as seducing her as he wanted to. . . No, he couldn�t, he decided. The last thing he wanted was for her love to become a twisted thing, beating oddly. He could almost imagine how she would be if he charmed her into his bed without proving his love to her first, could almost see her regret.

And if he continued it, came to her again and again -- she�d feel used, wouldn�t she? Unloved but desired, and she made it abundantly clear that she didn�t want that. She�d said to him, in so many words, that she didn�t want him if she couldn�t have him forever. Which meant that if he never fell in love with her, then for her sake, he could never give in, never ask for her body. It would be torture to him, to be around her but unable to touch; that is, if these urges kept up. If they died down over time, then it wasn�t love he was feeling for her, but an extremely strong lust.

Strong enough, he mused, that it was confusing him deeply.

Sighing harshly, he sat down at his desk and looked through the papers on them. He had work to do, after all; he is the Kazekage. With one last wistful thought towards Suzaki, he resigned himself to his fate and began to read. It wasn�t easy, but sometime later, after hours of losing focus and snapping himself under control again, he managed to finish settling everything on paper before him. He felt tired now, which didn�t happen often; after years of being insomniac, the habit didn�t let go so easy.

It was easier to let himself sleep now, but he didn�t get that urge frequently. Now he pushed the papers out of the way and laid his head on his folded arms, relaxing on the desk. Almost instantly, and not surprisingly, he thought of Suzaki. She seemed to be plaguing his mind lately, in fact, had been for the past few months. At first her presence was such a little thing, he hadn�t even noticed he was thinking about her more. And then it got worse, or should he say, better?

In person, he began seeing her in new ways, outlining the shape of her body and following her motions with his eyes. When she wasn�t there, he wondered about her, and the first time he realized he was becoming obsessed, it hadn�t shocked him as it should have. No, he�d smiled, thinking what a wonderful creature she was, what a beautiful subject to be obsessed over.

It was reaching a peak now. With his eyes closed, he imagined kissing her, touching her, and he was too tired now to stop it. He let the images come, let certain sensations roll over him. He could see her, in his mind�s eye, though she looked and felt so real, he almost believed she was really here. He stood up from his chair in this hallucination, gestured her over. She sat on the edge of the desk and welcomed his embrace, his kiss.

He let himself think, again, that this was almost real. It was definitely getting a reaction out of him, if nothing else. He saw himself push her back, draping her over the desk, and he came down with her. He could feel the vest she wore as he ran his hands down her sides, down to her skirt and then the sliver of skin visible at her thighs. He kissed her passionately, and she returned that desire he showed her. His hands pushed under her skirt, bunching it up as they traveled higher. . .

He jerked awake, almost violently, when there was a knock at the door. His reverie broken, he came back to himself and it was almost painful. He was breathing raggedly, his hands were shaking, and someone knocked again. He couldn�t keep the annoyance from his voice when he called them in, rubbing his eyes and blowing out a sigh. He looked at the angle of the sunlight on the desk and knew he�d been half-asleep for about an hour, which was enough to keep him running for a short while.

A Chuunin came in and gave him a written report of all the ninja who had been on alert the previous night and what they found, if anything. He dismissed the ninja and looked it over, noting that three of the night watchmen had spotted and dealt with a handful of wild animals. The animal attacks were getting stronger lately, he thought, wondering why. They hadn�t gotten much rain this year, less than usual, so he could imagine the animals were too thirsty to remain outside.

That didn�t explain why a dozen civilians had been attacked by the beasts lately, if they were just parched. When one person was found dead, he�d sent out more ninja to be on guard, and since then, no attacks had made it through. He started to think that he should send out a few teams to investigate, maybe go himself for good measure.

Team four might be the most successful, and he knew it. The very reason why they succeeded every time hinged on their perfectly balanced teamwork. Suzaki had an edge of taijutsu, melded with extremely fast reflexes, that made her the strongest physical fighter. Airou, too, was very good at taijutsu, but not as good as Suzaki; his strength laid in genjutsu, which was perfect for gathering information. Minami looked like the type of woman to be strong and capable, but she was the worst fighter, relying on her skilled ninjutsu uses at the right time. And Masumata, the most experienced of them, could track almost anything and was evenly balanced between taijutsu, ninjutsu and genjutsu.

They knew exactly how to fight every time they needed to, switched opponents based on which they had the strongest advantage over, and returned with �mission complete� written on each report. Many of the civilians who came for an A-rank job would ask specifically for team four, making them not only the strongest team, but also the richest, as far as teams go.

And he was impressed with them. Knowing how remarkable teams were lately, it wasn�t easy to impress him so much that he would say it. But since his own team officially disbanded and went to their separate careers, he hadn�t met, judged, or raised a team who worked so well together, knew each other so perfectly. Team Four, Masumata�s students and himself, had earned that acknowledgment.

Just now he sat tapping his fingers on the desk in thought. Yes, he decided, he�d send Team Four out to investigate. He considered sending another Jounin, maybe going himself, and finally chose Kankuro. It was a good idea, he had to admit; Kankuro could manage controlling up to four puppets now, having them all attack at once -- or vary, for that matter. Attack, defend, search; it didn�t matter. Not to mention Kankuro was an extremely well-trained ninja anyway.

That decided, he stopped tapping his fingers and relaxed on his desk again. With his chin on his forearms, he let his eyes shut, and then those lovely visions returned. Even without having her here, in person, Suzaki was just beautiful. He drifted off to sleep again, thinking of her and smiling.

It seemed no one wanted to bother him then, because when he woke up again -- after a fairly stimulating dream, at that -- there was no light in his office. He wondered how long he�d been asleep before he heard ominous thunder behind him, and then a blinding flash lit the room for a split second. He looked over his shoulder and found that during his sleep, thick rain clouds had appeared.

Strange.

He left his office, asking for the time on his way, and frowned at it being just past sunset. That meant he missed his opportunity to give out orders to Kankuro and Team Four. As he walked outside, intending on meeting with the five of them anyway -- they could go out tomorrow just as easily, he supposed -- the rain began to fall. Heavy and thick, they almost hurt as they struck him, and he sprinted the way to where he figured Kankuro was.

Which he was right. As Kankuro usually was on his time off, he was teaching Yone more. The girl, while somewhat scary to look at, was a veritable sponge for information. She also asked many questions one would think no nine-year-old would ask, such as how summons worked, how to mold chakra in different ways, and the history of Sanugakure.

After telling Kankuro what he had planned, Kazekage now had to seek out Masumata with the orders, so he headed for the Jounin�s apartment. This time, as he stepped out into the rain, it felt twice as hard as earlier. Rather than brave the onslaught, he thought of controlling sand like an umbrella, but he knew it wouldn�t work well. Wet sand wasn�t nearly as easy to control as dry sand.

With on exasperated sigh at the horrible timing of the rain, he dashed into the rain and made a beeline for Masumata�s apartment building. He was dripping wet by the time he was inside the doors, and shook his head sharply to get some of the water off.

�Kazekage-sama,� he was greeted as several people bowed.

�Is Masumata in his room?� he asked the owner.

�Yes.� The man gave Kazekage a searching gaze and added, �How badly is it storming?�

�To put it simply,� Kazekage replied, �it took me about ten seconds to get here.�

As he walked away, he heard someone murmur to another, �In all my life, I�ve never experienced a rainstorm like this.�

Which was true, he thought, ascending the stairs somewhat slowly. There had never been a storm this strong in the village in all the time he�d been alive. And to come by without warning -- this couldn�t be normal. He decided then that he needed to have this phenomenon investigated.

He started to leave after giving Masumata his team�s orders, but Masumata stopped him.

�Have you heard about Shiro Suzaki today?� Masumata asked.

That caught his attention. �She told me she was going to be training with you today,� Kazekage told him.

�She didn�t show. I had Minami go to her home and see if she was sick, but Minami told me that she wasn�t living there anymore.� Masumata was plainly confused, but his tone hinted suspicion. �I�m asking you, sir, because you had a talk with her yesterday. Was it then she decided to move out?�

�She left yesterday, yes,� Kazekage replied. �But I haven�t seen her today.�

It seemed Masumata was smart enough not to press more questions, since he nodded and stepped back to shut his door. As Kazekage left now, he was frowning. Why had Suzaki missed training? He was a little worried about it, so when he left the apartment building, he turned down a street that led to his home. He didn�t notice the rain so much now, intent on figuring out what was wrong with Suzaki.

Rather than trail water all through his house, he took off his vest and coat as soon as he shut the door behind him. He called for Suzaki as he walked into the bathroom and hung the items on the shower, but didn�t get an answer. He looked through the house, noting which room she chose as hers, and ending the search with his own room. She wasn�t anywhere inside.

He strode past the bathroom, not glancing inside or stopping to grab his coat and vest, and right outside. Suzaki wasn�t inside and Masumata hadn�t seen her. He stopped in front of his door and looked around, wondering which way to go first. The hailing rain was hardly worth noting now, but it didn�t stop him from feeling it more clearly. Without his vest and coat, it struck him harder with each drop, making it seem like more rain was falling than before.

Lightning flashed every four seconds or so, lighting the area around him enough each time to see a short distance. No one was outside now, but he could see silhouettes in windows, undoubtedly shocked at the rainfall and staring at it in wonder.

And then a particularly bright bolt of lightning blazed, followed by an almost defeaning clap. It caught his attention and he looked up, towards the top of Kazekage�s tower. Maybe he was seeing things, but during the next lightning strike, he swore he saw somebody standing on top of the tower. The illumination of the following two flashes let him tell clearly that the person was female, long hair billowing in the wind. . .

He felt himself jerk in surprise. Suzaki? He tried to tell himself that Suzaki wouldn�t be doing something so obviously dangerous, but maybe Suzaki didn�t think that way. He didn�t care much about how soaked the sand was now; he rose it up beneath him and directed to the top of the tower. As he neared the woman there, feature by feature he could tell it is Suzaki. Not only that, but she was standing there, feet apart, arms wide and chin up, with her eyes closed.

As he set foot next to her, he called out, �Suzaki!�

She opened her eyes, smiling blissfully, and glanced at him. Her body didn�t move, except with pushes of the wind. Despite all the rain, she was hardly wet at all. �Hello,� she said, her voice wistful.

What the hell was she doing? �What are you doing up here in the pouring rain?� he snapped.

Her smile grew. �Making it rain,� she answered.
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