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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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31. Revenge
Tonight is my fifth day back at work after my injury. It has been over two weeks since I saw Temari and Kankuro. Naruto valiantly defended my apartment, and kept them away until they finally gave up and left. Kakashi and Sakura helped. Naruto was so angry when he found out that they thought he was sleeping with me, that I thought his voice was going to give out from all his shouting. Gaara had apparently immediately left the village after seeing me leave my apartment with Naruto.
When I first learned of Gaara’s behavior since leaving me, I wanted to die from the pain. I couldn’t even allow myself to think of him touching another woman, kissing them, or even having the desire to so quickly after leaving me. I still feel sick when I think about it, but now I’m angry. I think about Naruto not wanting me to take this job because the men would leer at me, and it might upset Gaara. I scoff now at his naiveté. Gaara was probably happily back in his tower, screwing himself senseless with one of the many fan girls at his disposal. I shouldn’t be bitter, but I can’t seem to feel anything else.
I heard through whispers amongst the minds of the villagers that Gaara is back in town today. That’s a terribly quick turn-around after having just left.
He must have some meeting with the Hokage.
I feel torn in half, wanting desperately to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd, and simultaneously hiding in the shadows to avoid any chance of seeing him. Temari found me in the bazar earlier, and I quickly excused myself. I told her I had to run home and get ready for work. Her disappointment and sadness were nearly tangible around her. I didn’t tell her where I worked, but I’m assuming she’ll find out if she truly wants to know.
I have become very popular here over the last few weeks. Many of the patrons specifically ask about which nights I’ll be performing. I am dressed to impress tonight. Part of me realizes this is a little bit of revenge against Gaara. I can’t bring myself to touch anyone else, but I can boost my badly bruised ego with a little extra attention. It’s probably very shallow of me… but I am beyond caring. Anything is better than more pain.
Tonight I’ve picked out a figure-hugging little black dress. It clings to my curves and ends well above the knee. It has a halter-style top with a neckline that plunges down deeply between my breasts. The back is mostly open, showing my lower back off – with a beautiful string of white stones draped across between my shoulder blades keeping the sides together. My hair is pulled up high, draped in a bundle of sloppy curls on the back of my head – showing off my upper back as well. I have topped off the outfit with three-inch, slender, silver heels. Thankfully, I’ve had lots of practice in them already. As I step out onto the stage, the room full of patrons erupts in a cacophony of cheers, shouts, hoots and clapping. I smile seductively out at the crowd.
“Hello everyone! Are you ready for a good time?” I shout, and the cheers erupt again. “Well, I want to start tonight off with something a little slower, but I promise we’ll kick it up a notch soon.”
I hear a couple shouts approving of my plan, but the crowd quickly settles into a hush to hear me sing. I decide to start with a little number I’ve been working on since my encounter with Kankuro. It’s the perfect song to fit my mood. I drop my voice to a low, mournful tone and close my eyes as I begin.
Please come now I think I'm falling,

I'm holding on to all I think is safe.

It seems I found the road to nowhere…

And I'm trying to escape.

I yelled back when I heard thunder,

But I'm down to one last breath.

And with it let me say, let me say…

Hold me now…

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking,

Maybe six feet ain't so far down.
I slowly walk through the little restaurant, mainly singing to myself. This song is for me, and the patrons are letting the music sink into their bones.
I'm looking down now that it's over,

Reflecting on all of my mistakes…

I thought I found the road to somewhere,

Somewhere in his grace.

I cried out heaven save me!

But I'm down to one last breath.

And with it let me say, let me say…

The musicians kick in louder, right on cue, and I leap back up onto the stage – leaning heavily on the counter beside it, singing my heart out.
Hold me now

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking

Maybe six feet ain't so far down

Hold me now

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking

Maybe six feet ain't so far down, I'm so far down

I push off the counter, twirling around and clutching my chest against the emotion that sings into my voice.
Sad eyes follow me!

But I still believe there's something left for me.

So please come stay with me!

'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me,

For you and me… for you and me.
Hold me now

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking

I drop down onto the stool on the stage and curl in on myself, emphasizing the pain of the lyrics. I drop my voice once again to a soft and mournful melody.
Hold me now

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking

Maybe six feet ain't so far down

Please come now I think I'm falling,

I'm holding on to all I think is… safe…
The music and my voice fade out, and the crowd erupts again into cheers. I have to fight back the tears from my eyes, but I love the excitement on their faces.
Enough mourning, I think. Now… time to kick it up a notch!
I leap back up onto my feet and signal the musicians to launch into a more up-beat tempo; something sensual and sinful. I sing out with a clear voice, and pretty soon the crowd is singing along with me. They’re faces are giddy, excited, perhaps a little drunk for some, but…
SHIT!
I meet a pair of furious jade eyes at the back of the room. The rings around them are a deep black. His hair is wild – as usual – but still the sexy crimson I remember, parting just enough to show the kanji scar on his furrowed brow. His mouth is set in a hard line as he glowers at me from a table at the very back of the room. How long has he been sitting there!? My entire body responds simply to seeing him again, and I hate him for it. Every muscle on his body is tensed and shifting. I can feel heat flood through me at the predatory look in his eyes. I feel like a bird, caught hopelessly in the gaze of a snake.
Naruto is sitting next to him with his face buried in his hands – seemingly mortified. He tried to prevent Gaara from coming here. Temari is staring at me, wide eyed with a hint of a smile on her face. Kankuro looks… bruised. Badly. His eyes seem broken in a strange kind of way. And then I remember the women from Kankuro’s memory. I remember them hanging on Gaara, kissing him – probably sleeping with him. Fury roils in my stomach, and I free myself from his gaze.
“Hey boys!” I shout out to the crowd, turning away from all of them. “Why don’t we have a little fun tonight? Come join me up on the stage!”
They erupt again with extreme shouts of enthusiasm, most of them leaving their chairs to come crowd the already tiny stage. I keep myself right in the middle of them. As the next song begins, the beat is rough and pulsing. The patrons begin to move and shift with it, letting go of their normally composed demeanors to really join in on the fun. I sing out a rough, but sultry melody along with the music, gently whipping a breeze through the crowd. A couple of the patrons are getting a little close for my taste, but this gives me an idea.
This beat is perfect!
I begin to twirl and move myself along the stage. As my back is turned for just a moment, I quickly enact my hand signs and breathe Fire Demon jutsu. I can feel my skin heat, but instead of keeping it carefully hidden across the surface, I let it flare to life visibly. This drains a large amount of chakra, but it’s not like I need it for anything else. The men on stage jump back slightly, gasping in surprise. The fire starts at my ankles, and snakes its way up and down my entire body, pulsing and flashing with the music. I throw my hands into my hair above my head, and dance like a living flame in the center of them. Their appreciation grows louder and louder as I dance with my eyes closed off to the world.
Eventually, I can’t keep my eyes from drifting to Gaara. His knuckles are white on the table, and he is grinding his back teeth together. I can feel fury and lust pouring from him, even hotter than the flames that dance on my own skin.
Serves him right! He should know what it feels like to ache alone in the dark.
Well, well… a familiar male tenor catches my attention from the crowd. You’ve got them worked into a frenzy tonight.
Jiraiya! That’s the familiar voice.
I turn to see him standing at the back of the room, but far across from Gaara’s table. The triangular tattoos on his face stand out starkly in this light, making his features harsher. He is leaning, with his back against the wall and one ankle crossed lazily in front of him. He is watching me pointedly.
What are you up to? he asks in a suspicious tone.
What? I scoff at him mentally. A girl isn’t allowed to have a little fun?
Is that what you’re doing…? He muses to himself, watching the reactions of the men around me, as well as my body. He appreciates what he sees, but I am surprised at his reserved response. This doesn’t fit with what I’ve heard about him. If you’re not careful, mistress, you’re going to get one of these young pups seriously hurt. Most are smart enough to keep their distance, but some lack… conviction.
Do you remember the first day you and I met? I ask, with an innocent tone.
He laughs out loud, but it can barely be heard above the noise of the music and moving bodies. Naruto heard his sensei’s outburst, and is attempting to look over at him without being obvious – and failing miserably.
How could I forget?
You offered me something… I turn to face Jiraiya completely. I let my hands become the hands of a lover drifting over my body in intimate appreciation as I continue to dance. I close my eyes ever so slightly, and bite my lower lip for effect. Does your offer still stand?
I can feel the shock radiate from him like a physical blow. He remembers his offer to become my guardian – my lover – very clearly, but he apparently never expected me to even consider it. He knows how much older he is than myself, and he expected to get slapped more than anything. The idea that I would consider it is causing his mind to race almost too quickly for me to even keep up.
You said yourself… I decide to push him a little farther, these ‘young pups’ could get hurt if my former lover becomes angry. You wouldn’t have to worry about that… would you? After all… you are one of the legendary Sannin. Your strength and skill are formidable, and likely to go unchallenged. And… I have heard that the skill you claimed as a lover is not… exaggerated?
I suddenly have no idea why I am pushing things so far, but I intend to keep up my little game. I am so angry at Gaara’s callousness and indifference, and the idea of him enjoying the company of other women in any capacity is making my mind nearly burn with rage. But… can I go through with it?
His eyes narrow slightly at me, but his gaze never drifts from my dance. He considers what has now become my own offer. He imagines what it would be like to kiss me, to see me beneath my beautiful dress. He also imagines Gaara learning of the arrangement, and bursting into a fit of rage. He starts to think of tactics… for combatting Gaara’s sand.
You worry too much. I chide him. Gaara doesn’t even want me anymore. Remember?
Look at him now… he challenges, and tell me you still believe that.
He nods in Gaara’s direction. I turn to look at Gaara again to accept the challenge. He is still watching me, and it is taking all of my mental energy to block out his thoughts with the anger flowing from him. After all – I’m still dancing while on fire, and maintaining a side conversation , AND trying to keep my own tactics separate from anyone’s overhearing.
Whew… this is ridiculous.
Gaara is nearly in a crouch in the booth, still gripping the table and grinding his back teeth. He is now watching Jiraiya and I. I can tell from the look in his eyes, he knows we’re having an internal conversation. He sees me analyzing his reaction, and there is the slightest swirling of sand around his body. The lust in his eyes becomes searing as he drags his eyes ruthlessly over my body. The corner of his mouth kicks up in a seductive smirk. My body yearns towards him with hungry anticipation while I mentally kick myself for being such easy prey. The looks on the faces of Naruto, Temari and Kankuro next to him are a mixture of confusion and complete panic. I turn back to Jiraiya.
Desire to control and desire to claim are completely different things, I counter, letting my anger flow to my internal conversation. Now… last chance Jiraiya. Do you want me? Or should I see if one of these young pups is brave enough to risk my flames?
His thoughts are angry at my threat but the desire is still at the forefront. His thoughts start to drift towards Gaara again, but he quickly cuts them off and closes his eyes. I am surprised to see his brow furrow in concentration as he thinks of nothing but the possibilities inherent in my offer. His creativity shouldn’t surprise me, but I still fight back a blush. He finally reaches his decision.
I will come to you tonight.
When should I expect you? I ask, as my stomach begins to tremble. I can’t back out now.
Not when… he counters. Where. You will meet me in the second meadow of the eastern forest, when the moon is at its highest point in the sky. He sends me a metal image of the location.
That’s almost two miles outside of the city walls! I scoff.
Come now, Mistress, he says with a sarcastic tone. Do you really think I would be foolish enough to visit your apartment? Naruto wouldn’t let me get within 50 yards.
Fine. I will meet you at your time and place.
As I agree, I feel a sense of dread solidify in my stomach, but don’t let him feel a whisper of it. Instead, I smile seductively and he laughs aloud again. I turn to leave, heading towards the same back exit I used when Shikamaru had come to apologize. As I near the door, I feel sand enclose tightly around my wrist and start to turn me around. Gaara’s face is too close and too angry.
“Going somewhere?” His voice is like acid sliding through my veins and my shame increases the sensation.
I shouldn’t feel ashamed! But I do. He doesn’t own me! He doesn’t even want me!! The rage and the pain are so much, I react without thinking.
SLAPP!!!
I freeze in shock, as do those of the entire party behind him, as my palm makes contact with his sand only inches from his face. It didn’t rise at his call. It protects him automatically.
Oh my God. I can’t believe it. I actually struck him! Or tried to. I’m out of control.
I can feel the tears building in my eyes as I continue to stare in shock. He shuts his own eyes and the anger fades from his expression. When he opens them again his face is his more typical blank mask, but there is sadness in his eyes that…
Oh God, I’m going to be sick.
I wrench my wrist from the grasp of his sand and he releases me. I fly out the door and head straight for my apartment. As soon as I arrive, I head straight for the bathroom and empty my stomach.

Additional Disclaimer:
The lyrics listed here are from a CREED song titled 'One Last Breath'. I have included them simply as an enhancement to the story. I am receiving no form of profit ftom this story or their use.
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