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Hatsu	By : dragonslover1 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way, shape or form.

Hatsu

Chapter Four

Now he was stunned. �This entire storm is your doing?� he asked sharply.

�Yes,� she said, nodding. �I�m getting kind of tired now, but we need the water, don�t we?�

It sounded so simple with the way she said that. He shook his head, though. �Why are you making it rain, Suzaki? And how?�

�I�m a water element,� she told him, eyes shut now. �It�s most beneficial to use that element to make things grow, isn�t it? It�s hard to condense the water, though.�

�And you�re obviously enjoying this,� he pointed out. She looked more stunning now than he could ever remember her being, slightly glistening with moisture, hair whipping around from the gusts of wind. She wasn�t wearing her vest, and neither could he see it anywhere near. He may be soaked and chilled to the bone, but it didn�t stop him from finding her damn sexy right now.

�Hn,� she answered. �Rain has always felt heavenly to me.�

He swallowed. Suddenly it wasn�t so easy to control his urges, and he had a few suspicions about whether or not she knew what she was doing to him. Trying to reason with her before lost all reason, he said, �The rain has to stop before it begins flooding.�

Her smile faded and she opened her eyes again. �. . .I know,� she replied quietly. �If it helps, I can lessen it for a little while.�

�This is a desert, Suzaki,� he told her. �You can�t turn it into a forest so easily. It would take thousands of years.� That was true; one of the first things he learned after becoming Kazekage was the economic state of his country. For his entire life and the next few hundred generations, his home would remain a desert.

�Can�t I try to make it an oasis?� she whispered, still looking sad.

�That would require an adequate underground spring and resulting lake.� Now he asked the question that�d been hounding him: �Where are you getting this water from, Suzaki?�

�I�m making it.�

He stared silently for a few moments. �You�re making the water to make the rain?�

�A simplification,� she answered indirectly. �There�s a lot of water vapor higher in the atmosphere. I�m bringing it down and turning it into water.�

�That�s what you meant by condensing the water,� he thought aloud. �Suzaki, you need to stop.�

She shook her head. �Just a little while longer?�

When did she begin defying him? �No. Stop this, now,� he told her firmly.

Slowly, she lowered her arms. However, the rain didn�t stop immediately. It fell less heavily instantly, draining to a slow drizzle within seconds. Suzaki looked unhappy, but it was best to stop the heavy rainfall before it did some damage. Flooding was the foremost worry in his mind, but it was being pushed aside roughly by her appearance at the moment. Now that her part in the storm had ended, the rain was hitting her -- and soaking her. Her hair flattened against her shoulders, back and bosom; her clothes clung to her and shone in every lightning strike that lit the sky.

He realized he was staring at about the same time she started a dash for the edge of he tower.

�What are you doing?� he snapped, running after her.

She threw a smile at him -- and then took a flying leap. He followed her with one difference: under his feet was hastily gathered, wet sand. Hard to control, but it worked. Though he could tell from her form that she was getting ready for a landing, he didn�t give her the chance. He caught her around the waist and pulled her against him.

She looked scared now that they were falling at full speed and she wasn�t in control of her descent. The sand he was using was breaking apart, little by little, despite his control of it. Still, he managed to slow the fall and step off onto a street. It was still drizzling, a little lighter than before. With a gesture ahead, he let go of her.

She gave him an uncertain smile before nodding her understanding. �We�re both soaked now, aren�t we?� she murmured.

�Entirely your own fault,� he reminded her lightly. Then he sneezed.

She gave a laugh. A second later she gave her own sneeze.

Okay, so now they both had a cold on top of it. He couldn�t help a chuckle at the irony; he had gone out in the rain to find her, while she was creating the rain. Part of the reason why he had told her to stop was to send her back inside before she caught a cold, so not only did he have a cold, but so did she -- now that she was no longer controlling the rain, she wasn�t guarding against it.

�Time to dry off,� he told her. It was hard to keep his hand still on the walk back, to keep from reaching out and touching her here or there. . .he imagined that part of her felt nice, too.

Stop it, he told himself fiercely. When he reached his front door, he remembered that he hadn�t locked it and opened it for her. She walked in first, and he noticed how she jumped when he locked the door again. She gave him a startled look, which he understood.

�It�s a habit,� he promised her, referring to the locks. �You should shower.�

�When you�re soaked worse?� she asked, surprised. �Kazekage-sama --�

He waved his hand at her and interrupted. �Don�t call me that now. Consider me to be off-duty for the time being.�

She was uncertain, he could tell, shifting from foot to foot. �What do you want me to call you, then?�

He wasn�t so sure she knew his name, when she asked like that. Most people did; he�d been something of a walking plague to most of the village for a long time. �My name is Gaara,� he answered her, �so call me by my name.�

That uncertainty remained, but she nodded. �Okay. But. . .don�t you think you ought to shower before me?�

�That wouldn�t be very hospitable, would it?� he replied, walking around her and flipping on light switches as he went. When he got to the hall, he took out two towels and tossed one to her. �Shower. I�ll dry off in my room.� He turned away and paused when another thought came to him. Without looking back, he asked, �You didn�t go in my room, did you?�

�Ah. . .I found it,� she offered. �But I didn�t go in there, no.�

�Good,� he said, quietly. When he left her, he imagined she was wondering about that odd question, but didn�t let it bother him. He shut his bedroom door behind him and gave a sigh. He was shivering from the rain, though he wasn�t thinking of it at the moment. He turned on the light and walked beside his dresser, looking at the pictures standing in perfect order on it.

The faces in the frames all smiled -- except his own. He wasn�t one for smiling, never had been. His mother, his father, his uncle, his brother and sister, his sensei, himself. He wasn�t sure why the pictures were so dear to him, maybe because so many of his family were dead now. Only his siblings and himself remained alive, of all those smiling faces in the pictures.

The moment he heard the shower turn on, he forgot about the pictures and found himself staring at the wall. The bathroom was, after all, sharing the same wall as the one he�d set his bed against. Now he definitely began realizing the fault in letting Suzaki stay here: not only was this the second time she�d showered here (and he�d have to hide that he knew that), but now he�d be spending the night in this very room, likely fantasizing about in which order she washed and how long she spent doing each portion.

�Ow!� he snapped, holding his knee. Damn it, pain always shook him down. He just wasn�t used to it. Now he looked down and gave a glare at the footboard to his bed, both hating and loving it at the moment. Just thinking about her under the spray of the showerhead had made him take a step towards the wall, and luckily he also banged his knee against the footboard of the bed in the process of that step.

Though now he was hobbling to sit down without causing more pain, at least he wasn�t fixated on Suzaki for the time being. He rubbed the sore spot, wincing as the first few caused jolts of pain, and sighed. That�s when he remembered he should be drying off, and realized that now he was sitting, wet, on his bed. So maybe he was a smart Kazekage, right now he felt stupid.

Deciding the pain was numbed enough, he got back up, frowning at the wet spot on his blanket. Picking up the towel from the place he�d dropped it, he put it on his dresser and began stripping off his shirt. Without the throbbing pain, his mind wandered back to Suzaki in the shower, but he shook his head to get rid of the images. He draped the towel around his shoulders to take off his shoes, only to nearly collide with his dresser when he bent down.

No way could he be this distracted. Deciding to be more careful, he turned to lean on the dresser rather than face it. Now it was much less dangerous to take his shoes off, and he sighed when the task was done. Picking up the sounds from the shower again, he hesitated at taking off his pants. Was it worth possibly embarrassing himself to get dry?

He sneezed again while debating the pros and cons. It made up his mind that he had to get dry, even if he did see the pure physical proof that Suzaki got to him. He didn�t look directly down once the pants were off, wondering why he was looking away, and dried off without paying attention to anything he was rubbing with the towel. Just as he finished with everything below the neck and began furiously rubbing at his hair, he heard the water finally shut off.

He froze in place, ears straining to hear what she was doing in the bathroom. He wanted to laugh at himself for being so pitifully obsessed, but damn, wasn�t he allowed a few obsessions? He shook his head and went back to drying his hair, giving the towel a careless toss onto the floor once he was satisfied the job was done. He dressed in simpler clothes than what he usually wore: knee-length shorts and a t-shirt. Picking up his wet clothes and towel, he tossed them in the dryer, but didn�t turn it on yet.

As soon as he heard the bathroom door open, he looked down the hall to her. She was wearing a large shirt that almost draped over one shoulder and fell more than halfway down her thighs. Her hair was up but damp, looking light brown now rather than the usual golden blonde. In her arms was a clear bag of this and that, as well as a damp towel and clothes.

�You can throw those in the dryer,� he told her.

She seemed to hug the clothes closer. �Not yet,� she replied.

�Alright.� Changing the subject, he said, �Are you hungry?�

�Roughly,� she murmured. If he didn�t know better, he�d think she looked suspicious.

Which, he thought, she had every right to be. She was positively ravenous to him, especially now, when he knew there was little barring his eyes from her body. He pushed those thoughts away and gestured where the kitchen was behind him. �I have a few bags of frozen stir-fry,� he offered. �I�ll cook.�

She gave him a half-smile. �Okay. I�ll be there in a moment.�

He nodded and turned, heading to the kitchen with an inward smile. She was definitely on full-defensive around him, maybe because now he wasn�t �Kazekage-sama� but just another ninja. After checking the serving-size on the back of a bag, he chose to make two, as he knew very well that all ninja had healthy appetites and two servings a bag wasn�t as much as it appeared. He could recall plenty of times where he made food for a single serving and was left wanting afterwards, anyway.

By the time he had a skillet out and was pouring the bags into the hot pan, he heard her getting closer. �Chicken and vegetables,� he answered before she could ask. He glanced at her as she stopped in the doorway, now wearing loose pants, he noted with a mental smirk. �Is that alright?�

�I guess you weren�t kidding, Gaara,� she told him.

He lifted nonexistent brows. �What do you mean?�

�You�re trying hard to be hospitable, aren�t you?�

He offered a shrug and stirred the frozen bits around the skillet. They hissed and bubbled at the heat. �I don�t often have company. For the few times I do, I don�t want to be known as a grouch.� He heard her laugh and it made him smile at the vegetables.

�The rumors I�ve heard,� she replied, �say you tend to be very nice to your, er, guests.�

He glanced back at her, noting that while she looked amused, she was looking away right now. �You mean those �one-night girls,� � he said. �I never brought any of them here.� He turned back to the skillet and gave it another few stirs.

�. . .You didn�t?�

He shook his head. �Which is why you aren�t in any danger here. Ah, there�s a few drinks in the refrigerator, if you�re thirsty.� He gestured it.

�Ah. . .Thank you,� she said, quietly.

When he didn�t hear her move at all, he glanced at her, then over at a cabinet. �The glasses are there,� he pointed. Several moments later and the only sounds were still from the sizzling skillet. �Suzaki --� he started, turning to see what was keeping her still.

She wasn�t there.

He didn�t feel like anything was wrong, so where did Suzaki go? He stared openly for a few moments before he heard the dryer start and laughed at himself. He�d forgotten to start the dryer, so she had done it for him. He shook his head at himself and went back to cooking the stir-fry.

Once everything was ready, they both had a plate and a drink, he led her to the living room and sat on the couch. �I don�t have a dining table, so the footrest is going to have to do.� He placed his drink on the stout table in front of him.

�Footrest?� she echoed, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

He crossed his ankles on the table. �Footrest,� he agreed.

She made a sound of acknowledgment and set her glass on the table, too. She didn�t follow his lead, instead crossing her legs and eating off her lap. Gaara had his plate on one hand, eating with the other. Pain may get to him, admittedly, but heat didn�t. A hot plate didn�t burn so much.

�I only have a handful of movies,� he told her, gesturing the television in front of them, �but you�re welcome to watch them. I don�t often use those kinds of electronics.�

�Then why do you have them?� she asked, eyes skimming over the stand full of videos. From two meters away, you couldn�t tell much from the boxes.

�This is the house I was born in,� he explained. �That television and all the movies haven�t been updated in more than a decade.�

In the end she chose a movie to watch anyway, and they ate in silence as it played. It was a movie she said she hadn�t seen before, but had wanted to. And one, he noted, that he particularly liked. The hero of this story was a woman, a mother who saved her young daughter time and again. By the end of the movie, the mother was bruised, a little blood splattered, and horribly dirty, but she carried her daughter with a gorgeous smile. It ended dramatically on a sunset as the duo reached their home, the mother�s parents, and they all cheered.

The plates and glasses were forgotten on the table, Suzaki was curled up with a quivering smile, and Gaara found her much more interesting than the movie. She looked on the verge of tears, yet she was obviously happy with the outcome of the movie. Not only that, but with her attention on the TV screen, she didn�t notice how he was staring at her.

Not at first, anyway. Once she had herself under complete control, she turned to him. Instantly she went from appearing pleased with the movie to almost as entranced as he felt. From the expression on her face, she knew what he was thinking. He was glad of that. It saved him the time he would need to explain later.

And this time, when he moved closer to her, she didn�t protest or edge away.
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