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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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47. Wedding
I stare into the full length mirror which has been brought into my room to help me prepare for the wedding ceremony tomorrow morning. I am happy that my true form has stayed relatively stable in these past days. The tiny swell in my belly is the same size as it was before Gaara’s arrival in Konoha. After my discussion with Michiko, I was only derailed slightly by Naruto’s insistence that I eat the ramen he’d brought back for me. He had definitely found the best in Suna, but still declared it to fall short of his favorite Ichiraku ramen back home.
I had then returned to the Kazekage’s tower and “demanded” that Michiko’s belongings be moved back into her apartment. I explained to Gaara the true history of our relationship mentally. I informed him, and the councilmen with him, audibly that she would be moving in to serve me. She would tend to my domestic needs and whims up until the wedding ceremony. I also informed Gaara that I intended to make a place available for her in his house, so she could continue to serve me in the future.
Gaara was completely surprised by my request, but I blamed the need on my increased responsibilities which would come with my new role. He apparently already believed that someone else should be watching over me and forcing me to take care of myself, and therefore had been surprisingly willing to agree to my “demands.”
Michiko has saved me in every way since her decision to help me. Living in the apartment together has allowed me to sleep during every possible hour without fear of someone barging in on me and discovering my secret. She has also been extremely helpful in finalizing last minute details of the ceremony with Temari – fielding questions with answers I was too busy or too tired to deal with.
Most importantly, she has helped make alterations to the beautiful dress that had been prepared for me. It fit me precisely as it should have without my little bump, but she was able to alter it without being obvious even to me – and my illusion should make up for the rest. Not having to fabricate the entire gown in the illusion will be immensely helpful. I turn to look again at the beautiful white wedding gown and accompanying white hood hung in the corner of the room. The butterflies in my stomach flutter yet again.
Mizuke, I’m coming in, Michiko calls to me a few moments before opening the door and slipping inside.
She knows to warn me before entering, so no one will glimpse me without the illusion. The house is full today. Shikamaru and Kakashi are playing a game in the living room. Temari and Sakura are sitting at the kitchen table, fussing over some of the flower arrangements which came in late. Kankuro is coming in and out transitioning things into the Kazekage mansion for both Michiko and myself.   Naruto should be back soon from getting me more ramen from the shop, but I know he intended to stop by and visit with Gaara before picking it up.
Gaara has not come by to visit me even once since I moved in. Everyone has been incredibly pleased with the effort, but Kankuro and Naruto are beginning to worry about his level of irritation. I know, however, that this is only helpful in adding to our illusion. According to everyone else, he should be dreading his upcoming nuptials by now.
“How are you doing?” Michiko asks, coming to stand beside me, “Did you get enough rest?”
“Yes, thank you,” I smile and hug her gently. “You are a life saver, Michiko. I will be well rested before the wedding tomorrow morning.”
“Heaven knows you’ll need it,” she smiles ruefully at me, pinching my side. I blush but smile widely. It is no secret that I am looking forward to it, despite the inherent challenge. “How is the Kazekage?” she asks.
I close my eyes and let my mind drift to find him. He is in his office, being forced through final fittings. I giggle at the tone in his mind.
“He is… extremely irritated,” I relay to her, “He is being fitted for his wedding robes… again apparently.   I think that poor tailor is in danger of being sand blasted.”
Michiko laughs at the description, still amazed but pleased to herself that I am able to find and communicate with him so easily.
Gaara… I whisper to his mind. Don’t hurt the poor man. He’s just doing his job. It’s not his fault that the councilmen changed their minds on the robes again.
This is a nuisance, he grumbles – pleased to hear my mental voice in his head again. It never ceases to amaze me that hearing a voice in his head is actually more familiar to him than the silence he’s had since Shukaku was removed. It should make no difference what I wear! But I will not kill him… not yet.
I love you. I give his mind a gentle caress and I can feel the agitation in his mind drop off suddenly, replaced by longing.
I wish I could see you, he replies. Tomorrow all of this will be over…
Yes, I chuckle seductively, then you have me all to yourself for a full week.
Desire slams into the forefront of his mind and he begins running through images and memories, all his favorites from the times we’ve made love.
Hey, cut that out, I chide him. I’m already dying for you over here. He’s very pleased with himself, and plans to love me into exhaustion. Suddenly, his own train of thought is diverted.
Can you let me talk to Michiko? He asks.
“Michiko? The Kazekage would like to speak to you,” I turn to look into her eyes again. She is nervous, but nods her agreement. I snatch up her mind and carry her thoughts to meet our own. Gaara, she is here now…
Michiko? I need to ask a favor of you, he begins with a business-like tone.
Oh my… she thinks aloud, distracted by the amazing nature of our conversation. Oh goodness, forgive me Kazekage. What would you ask of me?
I need you to ensure that Mizuke gets adequate rest before tomorrow’s ceremony, he states with mild irritation. I don’t care how many arrangements get left unfinished. She is not to push herself. Also, please keep Kakashi from conducting any more training with her.
Gaara! I scold him. He has no idea that we are all already doing everything possible to prevent fatigue of any kind for me. I am not a child.
I agreed to this so someone would watch over you, he states in a frustrated tone.
Lord Kazekage, she interrupts us. I assure you, that is already my intention. And I thank you for honoring me with this role.
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I stand before the door of the temple now, dressed in my wedding kimono. My eyes are closed as I carefully scan the entire area inside and outside the temple to grip every mind firmly. Any glimpse of me, from any angle, must see my perfect and non-pregnant form. Kakashi stands at my side in a black formal outfit with the bottom half of his face still covered in black silk. Instead of his shinobi headband, his right eye is covered with a decorative patch. He winces slightly and I realize I am gripping his arm so tightly that I may leave my fingernails behind.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, embarrassed.
“That’s alright.” He nods with a single crinkly-eyed smile, “You need to calm yourself Mizuke. Everything is going to go perfectly. This is all almost over.”
“Thank God,” I reply with a sudden wave of faintness, “I think I’m going to be sick…”
He pulls me to the side and urges me to sit down on a small stone bench.
“Is it nerves, or…” Morning sickness? He asks, with the first real nervousness of his own creeping into his thoughts.
“I don’t know, I…” I breathe deeply, trying to get the nausea to subside. “Both maybe…”
“Shhhh… breathe in and out very slowly,” he strokes my hair softly, trying to calm me. Slowly, I can feel the nausea subside, but I am still so nervous. “Are you worried…” About the number of people?
“No,” I shake my head and then decide against using that movement ever again, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” There were just as many people back in Konoha, and it’s getting easier all the time. “But every time I think of him standing up there I just…”
His smile is even broader than before, despite it being hidden behind his perpetual mask. “You’re just a nervous bride,” he says with amusement in his voice. “That’s perfectly normal.”
“What if… what if I do something stupid? What if I say something wrong?” My panic is rising and I can feel the nausea rolling back full force.
“Shhhh….” he soothes me, stroking my hair softly again. “It won’t matter. No one would dare criticize the bride of the Kazekage on her wedding day. Besides, I’ll be beside you right up until he has your hands. I won’t let you stumble. I promise.”
I feel tears flooding into my eyes and tip my head back – willing them to drain into my tear ducts and not down my heavily make-up covered face. Realizing this is not going to work, I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder slightly. He stiffens in surprise, and pats me lightly on the back like a frightened child.
A few minutes later, we stand before the great doors to the temple again with the elders of Konoha lined up behind us. As the doors open, I look to see the temple absolutely crammed full of people from the village. There isn’t another place to sit available in the entire place, except for those reserved for the Konoha elders. Kakashi stands beside me, with my hand on his arm, and begins walking; pulling me forward beside him. Then I see Gaara, standing at the front of the temple by the shrine. He is in Kazekage robes, which have been altered to be a more formal black color with the white for the ceremony. I am in my white kimono gown and hood. When I meet his eyes and blank expression, I can hear his thoughts begin to race and my nervousness drops away completely. Remembering my role, I level a smug expression towards him – challenging him. His expression never changes.
You are so beautiful, he whispers to my mind.
Looking good yourself, handsome, I tease.
As Kakashi and I reach the shrine where Gaara is standing we pause while the Konoha elders file in to take their places. They are lined up along one side of the temple, facing the Suna council members on the other. The high priest of the temple is between them, in front of Kakashi, Gaara and I. Tsunade stands with her council. Naruto and Sakura have taken their places in the audience, serving as protection duty. They are both completely distracted. Naruto is so proud of Gaara and how much he has changed since the first time they fought one another. He is nearly giddy with proof that a Jinchuriki can find love in a world where they are so often feared and hated.
Sakura’s thoughts are torn. She is happy for us and the future she believes we are looking forward to, but her heart is broken over their old team member Sasuke. She remembers seeing Gaara relax at my caress in his office all those weeks ago, and being shocked that he – someone once so damaged and bloodthirsty – could respond to my affection so completely. She remembers begging Sasuke not to leave the village – to leave her – and his rejection of her own affection. I am saddened that her conclusion seems to be that she is lacking; that I must understand or be able to offer something she cannot.
I can also find Shikamaru, Temari and Kankuro’s thoughts. They are all sitting in the front row together. Temari is happy to no longer be hiding her relationship with Shikamaru from her brothers and that she can share this moment with them both. She is excited to begin this new chapter of their lives together with me. Kankuro is at peace. He is happy to see his brother finally have the recognition he once desired so badly from the people, and the love from me he knows Gaara also yearned for. He will be the most happy of all when the game is over. Shikamaru is happy for us, but is the only member of the “protection detail” who is actively scanning the crowd and watching for threats. He will not be caught off guard today. Tsunade is also in front, on the Konoha side, and she signals to the priest to begin.
“This ceremony will join a man and woman together before the Gods,” the priest begins, “and will also join the future of two great villages – Konoha of the Land of Fire, and Suna of the Land of Wind. Who will speak for these lands?”
“I, Subaku no Gaara,” he states in his trademark flat tone, “Kazekage of Suna, will speak for myself and my people.”
“I, Hatake Kakashi,” Kakashi declares in a bold tone, “have been chosen to present our offered bride for this union to the Kazekage of Suna. She offers her life in service to both villages, to foster continued peace between our people.”
“Do you accept this offer, and the marriage inherent in it, in the presence of the witnesses gathered here?” the priest asks Gaara.
“I do,” he states, holding his hand out to me. Kakashi takes my hand and places it in Gaara’s before going to sit beside Tsunade.
“And do you,” the priest turns to me, “Utako Mizuke, shinobi of Konoha, also accept this union in the presence of the witnesses gathered here? Do you freely give your life for this cause?”
“I do,” I state simply, mesmerized by the intensity in Gaara’s bright jade eyes.
The priest walks us through the rest of the rituals and ceremony required – the chanting and prayers, the small cups of sake we must drink to bind the union in the eyes of the Gods. Everything seems to take forever. The priest declares us husband and wife and Gaara leads me over to the podium the contract is placed on. My gift from him, the beautiful glass vase made from his chakra-infused sand, is placed above it. He signs his name. Tsunade signs hers on behalf of Suna. Then finally I scrawl my own across the last line with a flourish. Then Gaara takes the contract in one hand and takes my hand in the other once again and leads me through the center isle of the temple, out the front doors. The elders and council members file out behind us quiet and respectful to the temple.
Once we are outside, Gaara’s sand swiftly moves to meet us. He steps up onto it, pulling me into his side, and raising us into the air over the throng of people awaiting news outside. The audience from the temple is filing out to see us as well. He holds the contract high in the air out to them, and the throng of people erupts with screams and cheers. I am so happy I feel like my heart will burst from my chest
Are we safe now? I ask Gaara privately. Can they do anything to change any of this or reject it now?
No, he replies in earnest comfort. They are powerless to stop this now, or add any additional terms. It is finished My Love. You are mine, and I am yours – before the Gods and the people.
He turns me towards him, and kisses me – right in front of everyone. He starts respectfully, but within moments is pouring his passion into it and clutching me tightly against him. The crowd screams its excitement but I can feel surprise radiate through them all.
We should speak to them, I suggest. I can speak to every mind here. If it is safe… I want the people to know the truth about us.
If that is what you wish, he pulls back from the kiss to stare warmly into my eyes.
“People of Suna,” he begins, projecting his voice and turning to face them. The crowd drops to a dead hush to hear his words. “My bride is a powerful shinobi from the village hidden in the leaves. She is also a very powerful telepath.” Their attention is completely captured. Some of them are afraid, others are excited. “She will bring great fortune and peace to this land as my wife, and will aid Suna greatly in our future negotiations with other villages. I have agreed to this marriage for my people, but I have also agreed to it for myself.” He turns to look at me again and touches my cheek tenderly. “I love her.”
The crowd is in shock at his bold declaration and I can feel the same shock radiating through the Konoha elders and Suna council members. I have already captured every mind to maintain my illusion, but now I open to them so I may speak. I want the members of this crowd to remember this moment forever. The ceremony was for the councils. This is for me.
People of Suna, I begin and the crowd gasps in the sudden sound of my voice within their minds. Your Kazekage, Subaku no Gaara, is a powerful leader who would give his life to protect the people of this village. This he has already proven once before. They know I am referring to his death after his battle to protect them from the Akatsuki. I also love the people of Suna and the people of Konoha. I will help him – for as long as I live – to protect you and your children. History will remember him as Subaku no Gaara, a Kazekage of Suna, a powerful shinobi, and a former Junchuriki… but this day, I would ask a favor of all of you.
I can feel Gaara’s curiosity as well as that of everyone else at what I would possibly ask for.
I would ask that you understand this day, and that you remember, that he is much more than these things. I continue. I would ask that you know that I marry him this day because he has won my heart. Subaku no Gaara is many things, but I want history to remember… that for this woman… he is loved.
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47. Wedding