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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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35. Fury
Later that day, Temari and Kankuro come to visit the apartment. Their minds are filled with pain and fear. They haven’t seen Gaara since he left my work last night and they have been tearing the town apart looking for him. Apparently, they haven’t run into Naruto yet…
Oh crap, I think.
They are so close by the time I notice them that I don’t even have time to change. Instead, I decide to simply head to the door and face them. I am wearing nothing but my soft robe, belted around the waist. I know I look exactly like I feel, drowsy and… satisfied. My hair is a complete mess on top of my head and I have little love bites all over my skin from Gaara’s enthusiastic mouth. I decide not to be embarrassed about it and I open up the door before they have the chance to knock.
They both gasp and stare at me with wide eyes. Kankuro’s bruised face looks even more painful with his mouth hanging open. Temari looks upset and even more worried. Kankuro assumes I seduced someone to get back at Gaara for his treatment of me – to make him jealous. He is getting angrier by the second with his mouth drawing back up in a grimace. Temari assumes someone from my work convinced me to bring them home and I accepted because of Gaara’s coldness. She feels like crying. She doesn’t even want to think about breaking this news to Gaara, but she cannot bring herself to blame me after his behavior.
“Temari. Kankuro,” I nod, trying not to blush. “Why don’t you come inside?”
They both nod stiffly and walk into my living room. Their postures are defensive. Kankuro has his arms crossed over his chest.
“Please,” I beg them, “Don’t jump to conclusions okay… last night…”
“What the hell are we supposed to think?!” Kankuro shouts, already angry with me again. “My God! You dance like the devil last night, obviously trying to upset Gaara. You try to slap him across the fucking face when he tries to talk to you, and now you look like you’ve been mauled! Where is the asshole? I’ll kill him myself! It’ll be kinder then Gaara will be when he finds out.”
“Kankuro, stop shouting!” Temari’s voice is stern, but betrays her pain. “She’s not an object! She doesn’t belong to Gaara or anyone else. She can do as she pleases.” She pauses to steady her breathing. “Do you plan to tell him about this?”
“There’s actually no need.” I almost feel like laughing and they both immediately misunderstand. They think I am going to hide this from him.
“Look, babe,” Kankuro spits, “Unless you don’t plan on seeing daylight for a while… he’s gonna notice. It looks like the jerk you picked wasn’t exactly gentle.”
“Shut Up Kankuro!! Mizuke,” Temari says, trying her best to be diplomatic. “It’s not our place to criticize your love life. Kankuro is an ass! But… honestly, we’re worried about Gaara. He took off last night – furious; and we haven’t been able to…”
Her voice cuts off as both she and Kankuro notice the small stream of sand beginning to wind itself around my waist. Gaara walks slowly out from the bedroom, dressed only in his long black pants. I am not facing him but, looking through their minds’ eye, I can see that I’ve left my fair share of marks on his skin as well. I was just more careful about where I placed them… He’ll still be able to walk the streets without people knowing he’d been ravished the night before. His hair is sexy and disheveled, still showing his kanji scar. He has a sensual smirk on his face as he walks all the way up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me firmly against him, and leaning down to plant a kiss on my shoulder.
“Temari,” he says with a low voice, raising his head to meet her eyes with an icy glare. “I am not a child. You have no need to search for me just because I am upset. I am capable of dealing with my own problems.”
They are both shocked to see him here. They did not expect this outcome… but then again, they didn’t know about Jiraiya’s little game. Kankuro is relieved and there is room for little else.
Temari is excited but worried also. His words cut her deeply. More than anything, she wants him to be safe and happy. Watching us tear ourselves apart has been killing her. She remembers watching Gaara’s growing frustration in Suna as woman after woman fell short and enraged him. She remembers watching him sit behind his desk, clutching the front of his robes in his fists. She is frightened about what could happen if I leave him again – or he leaves me. She remembers watching Kankuro’s puppet slice through my shoulder as I lunged into it and feeling helpless to stop me. And then she remembers something I had not seen yet…
Kankuro walks into Gaara’s office. Temari is already there and has been trying to get Gaara to eat something. He has been skipping more and more meals, and refusing to come home night after night. She is worried he is going to run himself ragged and fall into illness. Kankuro looks upset. He isn’t paying attention to where he is going and bumps into the chair on his way to Gaara’s desk. She knows he is still upset about hurting me. Neither of them told Gaara what happened before they left Konoha.
Another staff member walks in from the outer waiting area. They swiftly carry a small message to Gaara and are gone again just as quickly. Kankuro and Temari both notice as he goes to open it, that it has the Hokage’s symbol on it, and they brace themselves. Gaara flicks the message open and reads through it quickly. He stiffens and the sand around him trembles slightly.
“What does she mean?” Gaara says in an angry tone, “Explain this!”
Temari reaches for the note with a trembling hand. She reads the brief missive from the Hokage and feels sick.
Lord Kazekage, it reads, I assume you would want an update on the status of the nin you have left in our care. She is resting comfortably and has recovered well from her injury. I have been informed that she will soon be healthy enough to return to work. If you have concerns, you may address them to me directly. If not, we will continue to shelter her as agreed. – Tsunade, Hokage of Konoha
Oh shit… Temari desperately tries to think of a way to explain. She hands the note to Kankuro and his face goes white as he reads it.
“What injury?!” Gaara rages at them. “Why was I not told of this?!”
“Damnit, it’s my fault, okay!?” Kankuro shouts back, his own anger – at Gaara as well as himself – getting the better of him. “You lied to us, Gaara! You said she didn’t want to come back with us – that she chose to stay in Konoha! I was angry, and I was stupid… and I hurt her God damnit!” Kankuro grips the back of a chair tightly, grinding his back teeth in anger.
Gaara suddenly looks as calm as a crocodile, watching his brother through hollow eyes. “You… hurt her?” His voice is black but deceptively calm.
“Gaara, look…” Temari tries to interject, but Kankuro is getting angrier and angrier, and cuts her off.
“Yes!” He shouts, walking forward and slamming his palms flat on Gaara’s desk. “You think I meant to?! I was just angry! I wanted her to tell me the truth. I wanted her to fess up to dumping you… throwing all of us away like that. I said some stupid shit, because… I didn’t know you left her like a fucking asshole!”
Gaara’s face remains stoic and his body is deathly still. “Explain.”
“She’s more than capable of keeping up with me when sparring,” Kankuro proceeds, his voice beginning to waiver in the face of Gaara’s calm mask. “I knew that. I just threw the ant at her a few times, trying to keep her on her toes. I was pissed, I was being an ass, and… and… I said some stupid shit about the women you’d been seeing. The next thing I know she throws herself into the ant’s path and freaking stabs herself!” Kankuro hangs his head, his eyes shut tightly as if in pain.
Gaara is completely still. Temari is not even sure he is breathing. His eyes are wide and flashing with… something frightening. But he just stands there completely immobile.
“Gaara,” Temari tries again to intervene. “Mizuke is okay. The Hokage wrote this note to let you know that. When we found her again, they were able to repair her wound pretty quickly. They said it was high in her chest and went through clean. She just needed to rest up because of the blood she lost, and…”
Gaara exploded. In a blur of motion and sand, Kankuro was picked up and thrown into the wall of the office. Instead of keeping his distance and letting his sand do all of the work like he normally did, Gaara actually threw himself at Kankuro. He began pounding into Kankuro with his fists – his face twisted in rage. Temari tried to throw herself between them but the sand wrapped around her tightly and pinned her against the wall. The pressure was high enough she couldn’t breathe. She didn’t understand why Gaara was fighting Kankuro this way – physically beating him and tossing him around the office.
Is he trying to prevent himself from killing him?... or does he want him to suffer more?
I wrenched myself out of Temari’s morbid memory of that day, and look again at Kankuro’s face. He has obviously been healing for some time now due to the coloration of his bruises. He also, however, must have been beaten extremely severely for his lapse in judgment. I turn to look at Gaara’s face, shocked and angry.
You beat him like this?! I shout to his mind.
I pull away from him slightly. He looks confused back at me. I turn to Kankuro and lift my hand to touch his cheek gently. This is the only time I’ve seen him in public without his typical face paint on.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper to him as a tear slips down my cheek. “This is all my fault.”
I can feel Gaara’s angry mental contradiction behind me. Kankuro snorts.
“No its not,” he says, “I knew better than to hurt you – accident or not. Besides, having my face beat in doesn’t really match what happened to you.” He feels ashamed of letting his anger get the better of him. He was terrified when I threw myself into the puppet – when he saw blood running down my body. He was afraid I was seriously hurt, or worse – that he had actually killed me with the poison. He’d expected much worse from Gaara.
“He’s lucky I let him live,” Gaara growls from behind me.
“You!” I turn around to scold him. “You cannot just decide to kill people because they hurt me, or touch me, or do anything else to me that you don’t like! You’re the Kazekage for God’s sake! You have to make smarter decisions than that. I am not worth ruining your life over.”
“Yes you are.” His face is confident and composed. He simply turns to walk back into the bedroom, dismissing my argument.
I throw my arms in the air in frustration. When I turn back around, Temari is smiling again. I realize it’s the first time I’ve really seen her smile since we went shopping together in Suna that terrible morning. I remember complaining about my figure in the mirror to her, completely unaware of my condition. I remember her grief when I first opened my eyes in the hospital. I let my sadness touch my eyes and I hold my arms open to her. She rushes towards me and hugs me tightly. I am always surprised by how strong she is.
“I thought we’d gotten rid of you for good,” she chokes out in a sarcastic tone.
“You think your brother is stubborn…” I retort with a little laugh. “I am worse.”
“Is everything really okay?” she whispers. She pulls back to look at me. “I’m not foolish enough to believe that everything is magically better just because you two had sex.”
“Yes,” I reply smiling right into her eyes, “really everything is okay. We… hashed a lot out. I understand why he was being an ass, and we both understand what it’s been like for the other.”
“Wow,” she says, genuinely surprised. “I didn’t think it would be easy for him to talk about it.”
I giggle. “That’s a big advantage of dating a telepath. He doesn’t have to.”
Revelation dawns on her face and brings an even bigger smile. “You know what… I think you are the absolute perfect woman for him.” She throws her head back and laughs as Gaara comes back out, dressed in his normal black pants, red shirt and gray vest.
He walks over to me again, wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my forehead. “I love you.” His voice is not hushed and is warm. I am surprised that he is being so open in front of them. He lowers his face again and nuzzles into my neck, almost playfully, pushing my robe aside. He nips at my tender skin and I giggle despite my best efforts not to.
Temari gasps. I look into her face and see her thought. My robe has fallen open slightly, and she can see the mark over my heart. I blush furiously and try to hide my face behind his. He smirks and kisses the scab gently.
“Whoa, bro…” Kankuro’s voice cuts in. “That’s a little extreme don’t you think?”
“Did that hurt?” Temari asks, curious and freaked out.
“I was…” I try to find a non-embarrassing explanation – and fail. “No… Uhh… I was… distracted.” I blush again, cursing myself for it.
Kankuro lets out a loud and suggestive laugh. “Well, hell!” he shouts, “You must be damn good, bro. Did you kick his ass for it, Mizuke?”
“I thought about it,” I admit, “but no. I think I’ve decided to keep it.”
“So…” Kankuro trails off. “What now? Are you two officially an item again? Is it still a secret? I don’t think they’re gonna think I’m your boy toy anymore.” He laughs at his own joke.
“Mizuke has agreed to marry me,” Gaara pronounces, turning to them and wrapping his arms possessively around my waist. Both their mouths fall open in surprise.
I did? I challenge him mentally.
Yes. He remembers me lying beneath him and foolishly agreeing to whatever he wanted as I screamed out in pleasure. And you can’t get out of it now.
I still say that’s cheating. Besides… how is that going to work exactly? It sounds like you gave me to Konoha to care for before you left… Can you just take that back? I hadn’t thought of this angle before seeing Temari’s memory of the Hokage’s note.
That’s my problem. I realize he is planning to go talk to Tsunade now.
“You what?” Temari asks me, grabbing my shoulders. She looks up at Gaara. “How will that work?” She is wondering the same thing I am.
“Leave it to me,” Garra says and heads for the door. “Kankuro, come with me. We have a lot to do. Temari, stay with Mizuke. Don’t let her think she can trick her way out of this.”
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35. Fury