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Mend Me	By : AccioLucius Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 4140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
“He did it again.”
Akira raised an eyebrow over a cup of tea at Saya’s statement. The two lounged on the back patio after the moon had risen and Tetsuya had already been put to bed after an exciting day.
“He called you Dad,” she continued.
Saya looked over at Akira from where she was standing, her arms crossed in an almost defensive position. This wasn’t a talk that was new for either of them.
Akira hadn’t changed much over the years. His black hair still invaded his vision and he still gave Saya his warm smiles. His lifestyle had taken a drastic change, though. His almost rouge ninja life under Orochimaru had been replaced with a simpler role of town security. He still got to see action, but not nearly as much.
Akira put down his cup with a sigh. “You know what I’m going to say,” he told her.
Turning her back, Saya dropped her arms and closed her eyes. “I know. I don’t really know why I said it. It just...gets hard sometimes.”
Akira stood and walked over to Saya. She didn’t flinch when he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “You know I’m here for you. You know I see him as my own and that I love him. I love you both.”
He gave her a slight squeeze then. Saya turned around in his arms and lay against his chest. A grin spread across her face as he slowly began running his fingers through her hair. “Saya, please” he whispered against her forehead.
Saya bit her lip. “You know what will happen.”
“I can’t stand it,” he replied. Saya let out a slight sigh as his lips followed the warm breath hitting her skin. “All these years of giving up and trying again, I’m tired of it. We have to do something.”
Before giving her a chance to reply, Akira reached for Saya’s chin, pulling it up to allow his lips to reach for hers. Saya hesitantly gave in, even though it was something she longed to do. She wanted to smile against his mouth, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Since the two of them had run away from Orochimaru, Saya and Akira had developed quite an awkward relationship. They quickly entered a romantic relationship after settling back down in town. When Saya’s pregnancy showed itself, however, things ended just as quickly.
Akira knew the child was not his; it was impossible. Every time he tried to become intimate with the woman, her curse mark would start to burn and irritate her skin to the point where she couldn’t stand his touch. He also knew that Saya developed mental images of the one who gave her the mark, although she wouldn’t admit it.
The man was both disappointed and hurt knowing of what Saya had shared with Orochimaru. Saya seemed stronger than that. Although, he could understand it, and since he hadn’t led the cleanest life, he certainly could not judge her.
With all of that knowledge and frustration locked away within him, Akira in the end did not mind. He wanted to stay with Saya and raise the child with her; to be its father. He loved her, so he was more than willing to be there for her.
Saya wanted different, though. She felt it almost shameful to have another man pretend to be the father. Not being able to have a full and true relationship with Akira also hurt her. She couldn’t bear to kiss him for seeing another man’s face in her mind.
That’s why tears came to her eyes when Akira kissed her then. She knew she wouldn’t say no to him, so she kissed him back just as she wanted to. Her right shoulder where her curse mark lay began a dull prickle. Akira began to feel her tense and started to back away. He was surprised when Saya instead grabbed him and increased her intensity.
“And I’m tired of being afraid to touch you,” she told him breathlessly when they momentarily broke apart.
Akira wrapped his arms tightly around her and began moving their bodies toward the door. As he began to reach for the doorknob, he heard a voice.
“Mom?”
The two broke apart instantly, but their arms remained around each other. It was not something Tetsuya hadn’t seen before, although a part of Saya wished otherwise. It was no wonder he was confused about who his real father was.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him as her head lay against Akira’s chest.
“I had a bad dream,” he replied as he rubbed at his eyes.
Akira let go of Saya as he walked towards the little boy. He knelt down so he was eye level with him. “What about?”
The boy scratched his head and looked away. “I don’t remember.”
Akira smiled and scooped the boy up, which earned him a small giggle. “Well, you know why, don’t you?”
Tetsuya shrugged in the man’s arms. Saya watched them quietly from behind.
“You’re too brave to let it bother you, that’s why. And no wonder. You’re growing up so fast I can’t believe it. Next thing you’ll know you’ll be dating.”
“Ew! No way!” The boy’s face scrunched up in disgust, but it couldn’t hide the amused sparkle in his golden eyes. “Girls are icky.”
“Hey now,” Saya finally piped up, “what about me?” She walked forward to stand beside Akira with a false frown.
“That’s right,” Akira replied with a laugh. “Your mom’s a girl. She’s not icky. At least, I don’t think she is.” He then gently rubbed the thumb of his free hand against Saya’s hand.
Tetsuya yawned a quiet “She doesn’t count” before he shut his eyes and laid his head where his mother’s had been just a moment before.
The two adults grinned at each other before moving inside to put the boy back to bed. Saya watched as Akira moved carefully so he would not wake him. When they reached Tetsuya’s room upstairs, she stood by the door and watched as he put her son back to bed. His soft movements as he tucked Tetsuya in were almost enough to make her drowsy herself.
They shared bashful smiles when Akira closed the door behind him. Saya looked up at him with the warmest of expressions she hadn’t shared with him in quite some time. When she reached for his hand and gave it a slight tug, Akira shared the expression with her.
The two walked just as slowly to the end of the hall to Saya’s own bedroom. As soon as the door was shut, Saya turned and pressed Akira against it. In no time they were back where they started, only with much more passion.
Saya let herself get lost in the moment, trying her best to ignore the returning pain in her shoulder. She pulled at his shirt, which he swiftly took off with a gasp as their lips separated. Her hands immediately when to his toned torso.
“Saya,” Akira rasped when her hands trailed down to his hips.
Her senses came back to her then. Hands resting where they stopped, Saya pulled her face away from his and looked at the floor. “I know. I shouldn’t get you all worked up for nothing.” There was both sadness and humor in her voice.
Akira pulled her close to his body as her eyes began to tear up once again. “I’m sorry,” he told her.
She tried to tell him it was ok, but stopped herself. It wasn’t ok. Instead, she simply whispered “Stay.”
The man smiled. It had been a long time since he had heard that word, and he was more than happy to comply. Saya and Akira broke away from each other once again, this time to ready for bed.
Saya couldn’t keep herself from snuggling as close as she could to Akira’s warm chest. “You’re right. We have to fix this,” she told him as he stroked her hair. Her eyes began to droop as soon as he touched her.
“We will,” he assured her. “And when we do, I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”
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