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Love Me When I'm Gone	By : KittenCobra Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto (the manga or anime) or any of the characters included within it. I only own the original characters in this story including the main character Utako Mizuke. I do not make any form of profit off of this story.

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30. Misunderstanding
My brain feels numb. I cannot seem to grasp his anger with me. What have I done? I want desperately to reach into his mind, but I am worried he will hate me even more if I do.
“Kankuro?” I ask with pain in my voice. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?!” he spits. “How about you throwing us away like yesterday’s table scraps!”
Without warning, he launches his puppet at me. I dodge to the side, flipping up and over the railing along the side of the building.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I screech. I dodge again as the puppet swings around. I am shocked that he actually has one of the blades out. This is no game. “What are you talking about?!”
“How could you do that to Gaara!” he roars. “You bitch! You God Damned Whore!”
Gaara… my heart stutters, and my feet stumble at the thought. Is he here? Kankuro takes advantage of my distraction and whips the puppet around. I see it coming and spin so that is glances a blow off my side instead of slicing into me.
“Kankuro!” I try to reason with him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Please, tell me…”
“You’re the mind reader!” he shouts back, dodging my lunge at him. “It’s not that hard to figure out!”
It’s also not that easy to read you memory and dodge your attacks at the same time, you ass! I scream at him mentally.
“I guess I shouldn’t complain quite so much.” He lets out a bitter laugh. “I at least get to comfort the needy harem he’s collecting now that you’re out of the picture.”
I stop moving completely. Harem?
I leap into his memory. I see image after image of young women entering Gaara’s office, sitting draped under his arm, kissing his lips, being thrown aside roughly. My heart breaks and I cannot breathe. I remember Gaara’s words… I will not hesitate to fulfill my own needs. Kankuro comforts them as they leave broken-hearted at not gaining long-term favor with the Kazekage they adore so much. He thinks Gaara is much too picky.
I see Kankuro’s puppet moving towards me. He expects me to dodge, to keep up in this ridiculous sick game of his. He doesn’t really want to hurt me, but he’s overconfident in my desire to protect myself. His puppet blades are poisoned now. He knows my skill – that I am able to avoid him, and he expects me to keep doing so. Instead, I launch myself into the oncoming puppet. I feel its blade stab into my shoulder, just above the collar bone, and rip through the back side. I let myself fall.
“What the fuck!?” he yells, shocked at my move. He runs to my side to catch me. “What did you do that for?!”
I can feel the blade in my shoulder, but the pain in my heart is so much worse. I look into his eyes, see the confusion and continued hatred there. I can feel the blood running down my chest and my back, soaking into my clothes. The wound would not be fatal without the poison, but I’m not sure I want to keep breathing anyway. I’m terrified of looking deeper into his memories, and finding more pain there.
“KANKURO WAIT!” I hear Temari’s panicked voice shout from far away. She is running towards us. “Oh my God! What have you done?!” I turn to see her with agony in her eyes, dragging Shikamaru by the hand.
“Oh God…” she whispers. She races over to where Kankuro is holding me, crouched against the pavement. I feel even more confusion radiate from him in a great wave. She crouches down and touches my face gently.
“You ass!” she screams at him. “He lied to us, Kankuro! God damnit, he lied! And even if it was true, you big painted bastard… How could you hurt her like this?!”
“I didn’t mean…” he starts but is cut off.
“Someone go get the Hokage! Quick!” Shikamaru shouts from above me. This inspires me to move. I don’t want to be a public spectacle. I may die, but I will not be more humiliated.
“NO!” I shout. I wrench myself out of Kankuro’s arms, shoving him back hard against the pavement. I grab the blade from his puppet, and rip it from my shoulder myself, causing the wound to gush more blood. I lurch to my feet, wobbling, and start heading back to my apartment.
“Mizuki, wait!” Temari shouts but I do not want her comfort. Not now. Not when my Gaara doesn’t love me anymore. I reach into their minds and cause myself to disappear.
Shikamaru is the only one that didn’t realize I could do this and I hear him gasp. It is harder than normal, because I have to mentally block out the trail of blood I am leaving and not just my body. I only make it a few yards and collapse against the side of a nearby building. I’m losing more blood than I thought and I can feel the poison spreading. I watch them from my vantage point, but refuse to stray into their thoughts again.
“You ASS!!!”Temari screeches, and starts beating Kankuro senseless with her massive fan. Shikamaru manages to get it away from her, but she flies at Kankuro again with her fists. She is crying. “You’ve ruined everything! Why can’t you just act like a normal person!? Why am I the only sane one in this family?!”
Shikamaru reaches down around her waist and pries her off Kankuro with visible effort.
“Calm down,” he complains in frustrated but lazy tone. “This doesn’t solve anything. Your brother’s still an idiot.” She spins and buries her face in his shoulder, hiding her tears. He sighs deeply, rolling his eyes.
“Mind telling me what you know that I don’t?” Kankuro spits the blood from his mouth onto the ground. “And what the hell he’s doing here?”
“For your information!” she shouts again. “Shikamaru and I have been dating for years!”
Kankuro is visibly shocked. He looks Shikamaru over with narrowed eyes and spits out more blood.
“I went to go see him as soon as we arrived. He’s been here with her the whole time. Gaara lied to us damnit! She didn’t leave him…” her voice breaks slightly. “He left her. The bastard abandoned her here.”
Kankuro looks visibly stunned. “Are you telling me… I just stabbed her because Gaara… FUCK!”
“Yes, yes,” Shikamaru pipes in again sounding almost bored. “We know you’re an idiot. Now we need to find her before she bleeds to death or dies from your poison.”
They think I left Gaara? The thought makes me nearly hysterical with laughter… or perhaps that’s the blood loss. I decide to speak into their minds now that they cannot see me.
What on Earth would possess you into believing that I left GAARA?
They look around for me, but are unable to see me right under their noses.
“Mizuki!”Temari shouts into the air. “I’m so sorry! Gaara told us you decided to stay here in Suna, and that you didn’t want to come home with us.”
And you believed him? I scoff.
“He… he said you didn’t want to be with him anymore because of the baby.” Her voice is heavy with pain. “He said you wanted a baby so bad… and that he couldn’t give you one.”
“If you’re so torn up over him,” Kankuro asks in a sarcastic tone, “Why did he see Naruto leaving your apartment this morning, draped over you like a lovesick puppy.”
Oh my God… you were the one watching me?! I screech at them. Why couldn’t I tell you were there?
Kankuro looks sheepish now, because he knows he’s given something away. “Well… we didn’t actually see anything. Gaara was using his creepy sand-eye thing. He was upset… I thought he was gonna puke.”
The scenario makes more sense now. They saw Naruto leaving my apartment this morning – the weary state we were both in – and jumped to conclusions.
How ironic. My mental tone is detached and agonized. You were angry at me because you thought I was cheating on him. Meanwhile… he’s been screwing everything in a skirt. I cannot completely block the pain that threatens to suffocate me and I see them all wince.
“That’s not true!” Temari shouts in panic again. She doesn’t think it’s true - doesn’t want it to be – but she doesn’t really know for sure. To my surprise, Kankuro doesn’t really know either.
It really makes very little difference… I explain. Gaara does not want me anymore. I will not force myself where I am not wanted.
“That’s not true!” they shout together, but I do not want to hear anymore. It hurts too much. I reach into their minds and, as gently as I can, I put them all to sleep. The three of them fall like puppets with cut strings onto the ground.
Now that I no longer have to hide my presence, I push myself up off the ground. I tear off the bottom half of my shirt and press it hard into my shoulder, choking back a scream. I walk slowly back to my apartment, leaving a small trail of blood behind. We’ll put my life in fate’s hands and see how far I make it.
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When I start to wake up Naruto’s voice is shouting again – loudly.
“Is she gonna be okay Sakura?!”
“She’ll be fine,” I hear her call back to him. “I have an antidote for this poison on hand after our run in with it in Suna. Now be quiet and let me heal her wound.”
I feel her warm hand touch my shoulder and numbness radiates though it. I open my eyes and look up at her. She smiles at me sadly.
Can’t seem to catch a break can you? she thinks.
I am lying in my bed – blood all around me on the sheets. My shirt is gone, but my breasts are covered by the blanket. Sakura’s hand glows green as it knits the flesh of my shoulder back together. The wound closes quickly and I struggle to sit more upright – clutching the blanket against me. Naruto looks embarrassed, but too concerned to leave.
“What the hell happened?!” he screeches. “I fall asleep for like 5 minutes, and the next thing I know you’re freaking poisoned and bleeding to death!” The circles under his eyes are still dark, but he is awake through what I assume is pure adrenaline.
“Nothing…” I say through clenched teeth. “Just a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” Sakura scoffs. “How do you get a stab wound from a misunderstanding?”
“He didn’t really intend to stab me…” I give up on the argument. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over.”
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30. Misunderstanding