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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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34. Marked
I’m sitting on the edge of a field – alone. How did I get here? The sun is shining brightly overhead, and I feel warm sand beneath me, blended into the grass. A single tree stands in the middle of the clearing. Something is sitting at the base of the tree and I want desperately to know what it is. I begin walking towards it, but I hear a voice call to me from the other direction – deep within the forest.
“Mizuke.” It is my lover’s voice.
He sounds pleased. I have missed his voice so much. I turn back to look at the tree again. Despite my lover’s call… I feel drawn there. I cannot keep myself away. I begin walking toward it again, hoping to discover what is hiding there.
“Mizuke.” My lover’s voice is angry now. “Stay with me. Come back.”
I turn my face to look for him, but the pull from the form huddled at the tree’s base is overpowering. I turn back and start toward it again with my hand outstretched.
“Mizuke!” Gaara’s voice shouts at me. “Get away from it!”
I am almost there. I can almost touch it. Just before my fingers reach it, it shifts, and I pull my hand back in surprise. The form shifts again, turning, and I feel the bottom drop out of my stomach. Frightened jade eyes watch me from a tiny huddled body. His hair is crimson and his tiny face seems to brighten upon seeing me.
My baby! He looks… maybe 5 years old.
“Mom?” his tiny voice asks, confused but excited now.
I leap for him, wanting to take him into my arms. I’ve found my baby! I feel unparalleled joy shoot through me – to every cell in my body. Suddenly, I am surrounded by sand. It is pulling me away from him. I cannot get free. I am not strong enough.
“Gaara no!” I scream, struggling against his hold on me. “Our baby! Our baby is right here! Let me go!”
“No.” His tone is full of ice and hatred. “I will not allow him to hurt you.”
“No!” I scream in desperation and confusion, but my strength is useless to me. “Gaara let me go! He needs me!”
My jade-eyed son reaches for me, but he is pinned to the roots of the tree. He starts to cry. “Mom, come back! Mom!” His little voice is broken and my heart breaks.
“Please, Gaara!” I begin to sob, still struggling. “Don’t take my baby from me! Please! I am his mother! He needs me!”
“Mizuke!” This voice is different. The little clearing begins shaking and my baby disappears.
“Mizuke, wake up!” Naruto’s voice is once again tired and annoyed. “You’re dreaming again.”
I come awake to the sound of his voice and his hand shaking my shoulder gently. I am so used to this routine that I don’t even answer him. My body is drenched in sweat again and I am trembling. I choke back a sob, stuffing my blanket into my mouth.
Wait… I suddenly realize I am back in my bed – in my own bedroom. How the hell?
“Was I screaming?” I ask with a rough voice.
“No,” he shrugs. “You were just kinda whimpering. You hadn’t really started up yet. No pictures.”
My awareness becomes clearer and I realize… Oh shit! I’m naked! The blanket covers me completely so I am not indecent, but I can tell from the distant and vacant look on Naruto’s face that he hasn’t noticed. He sits on the edge of my bed, eyes at half-mast, on full auto-pilot and staring at the wall where he comes through my window. He has been waking me from my nightmares for weeks now. They seem to come at a similar time each morning.
But… how did I get here?
I hear the bathroom door creak loudly from behind us, and I feel lead weight drop into my stomach.
Don’t be Gaara. Don’t be Gaara. Don’t be Garra, please don’t be…
I turn my head to look and sure enough… He stands there in nothing but a towel, his hair still wet from the shower. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes narrow at Naruto’s half-conscious form. Naruto’s hand is still on my shoulder – now unmoving. Naruto seems to realize the noise was out of place, and turns slowly with half-open eyes. His face looks confused, but he states in a sleepy tone, “Oh… hey Gaara.”
“GAARA!!” Naruto suddenly flies back from me, crashing into the wall at the base of the window. He is now fully awake and in panic. He looks over at me and his expression is confused and mortified. I try to sit up, clutching the blankets to me – to stay covered. I have no idea what to say…
Oh my God, I’m sorry! I mentally apologize and shoot him an apologetic look.
I turn back to look at Gaara. He hasn’t moved, and he is still glaring at Naruto. His face does not match his thoughts. He is aggravated at Naruto’s inconvenient presence, but he knows exactly why he is really here.
You find this amusing! I mentally scold him.
“What are you doing in Mizuke’s room, Naruto?” Gaara’s voice drips with ice and his glare is deadly. So sue me, he retorts mentally to me. “She’s not dressed for company,” he adds for the pleasure of watching Naruto squirm.
“Aww, Geez!” Naruto screeches, finally finding his voice. He throws his hands in the air as if in surrender. “I swear! This is not what it looks like. I… Uhhhh…. I didn’t know you…” he looks at me and blushes bright red. “Hey, wait…”
His face suddenly turns confused. He looks at Gaara and his brain begins to register the towel… and the fact that Gaara is even here. He looks at me and my… disheveled appearance… and lack of attire. He looks at Gaara again and the truth hits him in the face like a blow. Surprisingly, his relief and excitement overrule even his own embarrassment.
“This is great!!” He shouts with a huge smile. “Woo hoo! Does this means you guys are ok?!” He looks up at Gaara hopefully.
Gaara is trying to maintain his glare but his spirits are too high this morning. He is trying desperately not to laugh at Naruto’s confusion and glee. He is unable to prevent the corner of his mouth from kicking up into a smirk. “Yes. Mizuke and I are…” he glances at me with love in his eyes, “healed.”
“Awesome!” Naruto screeches again. “About time! Geez, I thought you two were going to get someone killed!” He looks at me, clearly aggravated.
“Um… Naruto?” I clear my throat.
“What?” He asks, confused again.
I look down at myself, and the blanket I am still clutching – then back to meet his gaze. Really?!
“Oh! I… Uhhh…,” he blushes again, rubbing the back of his head. “Well… I’m out’a here!” Without another word he leaps lithely out of my window, and is gone.
“You shouldn’t be so mean to him!” I turn back to Gaara to scold him as he approaches the bed. “You nearly gave him a heart attack.”
“Good.” He says, lowering himself down onto the bed with me. “Then he’ll remember it when he heads here without thinking tomorrow morning.”
He tosses his towel onto the floor and pulls the blanket from me. He stares down at my body hungrily for a few moments. Then he draws me into his arms, against all his glorious smooth skin, and I can’t help but purr with pleasure. It’s like we’ve fallen back into our old routine all over again. My heart squeezes in pain and joy, and he kisses the tear at the side of my eye.
“I am truly sorry, Mizuke.”
“I understand why you did it,” I say with a thick voice. “Just don’t ever do it again.”
He kisses me, incredibly softly, just above my left breast and I gasp when it stings.
What on Earth? I look down, and feel shock resonate all the way to my toes. Is that what I think it is?!
I leap up from the bed and stare into the mirror above my dresser. There is a large scab where the stinging sensation was. It is the exact shape of the kanji symbol for love. The same exact one Gaara has etched on his forehead. It is deep – and will definitely scar if I don’t have a medical ninja heal it right away. Even then – it still may. I remember feeling a burn in that spot just as I fell over the edge of bliss last night.
“Gaara?!” I turn to screech at him. “What did you do that for?”
His eyes are narrowed, but his face looks guilty. He has a slight hint of pink on his cheeks.
“I…” he starts, but doesn’t continue.
He knows very well that three-quarters of my wardrobe hold nothing which would cover that spot. He wants it to be seen. He wants people to know… He knows he doesn’t own me – I am not property, and he does not see me that way – but he wants other people to see the mark and know I am his. His possessiveness is escalating again. He turns his face away from me, embarrassed because he knows I can hear his thoughts. I feel myself calm down and walk over to sit beside him again. I reach for his face and turn it back towards me.
“Would you rather I not listen?” I ask.
“No.” He says in an almost angry tone. “It is who you are. I do not want you to be someone else.”
“Gaara,” I croon to him and I am finding it hard not to giggle. “Did you really think you need this for everyone to think my heart belongs to you? They already knew that.”
“Not all of them.” He says defensively, remembering the enthusiastic men at my work. “Besides… I don’t know why I did it. It was impulsive. I should have asked you first.”
“It’s ok,” I say brushing my fingers against his scar on his forehead. “I think I’ll keep it. After all, I enjoy knowing that you want some people to know about our love.” I kiss his mark tenderly and start to get up so I can dress. He grabs my wrist to hold me in place.
“Not… some. I want…” he struggles for words and my breath catches at the direction of his thoughts. “I want you to be mine in Suna. I want… everyone to know your place. I want you to be my wife; to have a place of honor in my house.” I want you to come home… his mind whispers.
I can feel my hand trembling in his grasp. His wife? Is he serious? I cannot find my voice – and even if I could… there are no words. Too much time is passing… I must say something.
“Are you asking me to marry you?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yes,” he says simply.
“Gaara,” I hedge, not knowing how to say this. “That would be unwise.”
His confusion is written plainly on his face. “Explain,” he demands.
“Have you forgotten who is still after me?” I ask, breaking my own heart. “You would be making yourself a target. Your people could suffer if you give me that place. To be the wife of the Kazekage… would be like waving a red flag to the entire world looking for me.”
His face turns angry. He moves quickly, pinning me back against the bed and tucking me beneath him again.
“I do not care!” he shouts. “I will protect you. My people will protect you. I will make you safe.” By the end his voice is a growl that few people would be brave enough to contradict.
I let the walls around my mind down and allow him inside just slightly. I want what he offers so badly… but I feel guilty for even considering it. I am torn in two. He seizes my mouth roughly and begins moving his hands across my skin.
That’s cheating… I accuse, without any real anger behind the thought.
No, it’s effective, he counters, suckling on my neck. He makes love to me tenderly, methodically, and mercilessly until I finally agree with him. He smiles down at me now, victorious.
I smile back with all my love. Well… I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you anyway.
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34. Marked