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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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5. Decision
It has been nearly three full days since I made my offer to Gaara, and my hope is beginning to dwindle. I have been sleeping in doorways and under awnings, tucked into the alley ways where I can find any small place to hide myself. I have been attempting to watch him from a safe distance. He has attended to his duties each day in his tower, leaving his home early and returning late. He has followed a similar routine as before, continuing to train with Tamari and Kankuro to regain his strength. He has not put on the bracelet I gave him. Today he is training with Temari and Kankuro in the courtyard again.
“Ugh…” Kankuro mumbles painfully after Gaara’s sand has once again thrown him roughly to the ground. One of his puppets has been badly damaged already today. Tamari stands off to the side, trying to regain her breath.
“Again.” Gaara demands of Kankuro, clutching lightly at the front of his shirt. He has begun doing that more and more often as each day passes.
“Wait,” Kankuro almost begs, his breathing ragged and his hands raised in surrender. “Gaara, I’m… dying here. I think you’ve almost… got your full… strength back. Cut me some slack!”
“Again!” Gaara shouts at him. He gives no time before launching another attack at Kankuro’s head, despite his position on the ground.
Temari steps in and knocks back the attack with her fan, anger burning in her bright eyes. “What the hell!?” she screams at Gaara. “What is your problem? Can’t you see we’re both exhausted? We’re here to help you train, not serve as your personal punching bag! You’ve been about as kind as a rattle snake for the last few days, and I don’t know what’s got you all worked up, but I’m sick of it! What is wrong?!”
“Nothing.” His voice drips with ice, but he clutches his shirt again and his eyes cast down to the ground.
“Right,” she sneers sarcastically at him. “And Kankuro’s going to give up wearing make-up.”
“Hey… what?” Kankuro objects, but only weakly.
“Look,” she tries again, and it is more than obvious she is trying to reign her patience back in. “We can’t help you, big boy, unless you tell us what’s wrong. Just tell us what it is, and we’ll sort it out.”
“I don’t need your help!” Gaara shouts at her, and Temari is visibly startled. “Get out of my sight.” With that he turns and walks away from her, returning to his tower. As he leaves the courtyard, he pulls the red-bead bracelet from his pocket, and attaches it to his right wrist.
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After the argument I watched play out in the courtyard earlier today, I am even more nervous about approaching him tonight. Whatever decision he has come to, he has not reached it easily. However, I know it would be unwise to delay, or else he might decide I have changed my mind. I haven’t. I just hope this is not another mistake, in a long life of mistakes.
The clothes I wear tonight are clean, but all that I now have left. I have on a deep green halter-top, which isn’t quite long enough to cover my middle. I have paired it with a short black skirt, which hangs low on my hips and heightens the effect. My feet are clad in small leather sandals. It may not be my sexiest outfit… but it is the most comfortable, and I will have to enjoy wearing it for who knows how long.
I walk casually to his roof, humming softly what I now consider his melody as I approach. He stands facing me, with his bright jade eyes only slightly narrowed. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, which makes him look imposing. The bracelet is still in place on his wrist.
“Have you made your decision then?” I ask cautiously.
“I have considered your offer, and I have conditions of my own.” His voice is cool and distant, which jars horribly with his obvious defensive posture.
“Name them then.” I decide to relax my own posture, in an attempt to make him more comfortable. I slowly sit down, with my back towards the steeper angle of the tiled roof. I draw my feet up beneath me at a sideways angle, and rest my weight on my right arm. I smile up at him. He follows every movement with his eyes, and carefully composes his features into a blank mask before continuing.
“I believe you have made some assumptions about me which are inaccurate. I am not… comfortable being touched by others. I often do not understand what response is expected of me.” His shifts his body weight slightly, giving the only indication of his discomfort. “If I accept your offer… I will control our… interaction. I will tell you what I wish, and you will accept it, or our agreement ends. I should not have to understand your needs or expectations. If anything I do causes you pain, you will tell me and I will attempt to avoid it in the future.” I breathe an inward sigh of relief at his last clarification.
“Also,” he continues in a detached voice. “I do not want anyone else to know of our agreement either. If I discover that you have passed information about our interactions along to anyone...” his voice suddenly drops to a deadly whisper. “I will make you regret the day you ever thought to approach me.”
I swallow hard, but work to keep the smile on my face while still keeping my expression open. I nod in agreement. “Anything else?” I ask hesitantly.
“Yes.” His distant expression melts away again with the narrowing of his intense green eyes. “You will not take another partner while in my village. I do not need to deal with a jealous lover seeking revenge for some imagined slight. With this offer, you accept my physical pleasure, and no one else’s – regardless of how I choose to… interact with you.” He pauses for a long moment. “Those are my terms.”
I take a good moment to pause before responding. I do not want him to believe that I have not carefully considered his words.
“I believe I understand your terms, and I accept them,” I reply confidently, “I will tell no one of our agreement, I will not take on any additional lovers or accept other offers of affection, and I will not deny your requests.”
“And you will let me know if I cause you pain?” His voice is almost a whisper, and his eyes are cast out into the night sky. His hand rests over his heart on his shirt front.
“Yes.” I answer earnestly. “I swear to never lie or hide that from you.”
“Very well.”
After several long moments of awkward silence, he comes over and sits down next to me on the roof. He leans back against the tile, resting his weight behind him on his elbows, and he stares out into the night. Unsure of what he wants from me, I decide to mirror him and settle myself in to watch the stars. I am careful not to touch him. I also fight very hard not to invade his thoughts, although my desire to know them is so strong it is almost physically painful. His mood seems to ceaselessly jump between pain, fear, excitement, anxiousness and… happiness? It’s such a jumble I eventually shut down my curse completely, afraid of his own discomfort altering my responses to him.
After a few hours I risk a glance in his direction. He is now staring openly at me, but does not shift his gaze when my eyes meet his. He cautiously leans forward, and raises one hand towards my face. I hold very still as his finger brushes my hair back from my face. It continues its journey along my jaw, and I let my eyes drift close. Almost painfully slowly, his fingers trail their way down my throat, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. They drift down to my collar bone, and then trace their way across to my shoulder before running the full length of my arm, and down to the very tips of my fingers. I realize absently, that I have my lower lip pinched softly between my teeth as I relish even this small touch.
When I open my eyes again, there is a small smirk in the corner of his mouth. “Does that please you?”
I nod my head yes, and feel a slight blush on my own cheeks. I didn’t realize he was going to torture me slowly… I think to myself, and I can’t help the smile that alights on my face.
“Lie back against the tile. You should be more comfortable.” His voice is low, and gentle but firm.
My heartbeat kicks into high gear, but I do as he requests, closing my eyes in an attempt to relax. I can do this. I can do this. I chant to myself, willing myself to be brave. I feel his weight settle beside me, but not against me. To my surprise, he simply traces the same pattern as before against my skin; from the side of my face to my fingertips and back. Again and again, his fingers burn pleasure softly into my skin, and I begin to truly relax. I adore this feeling, and I don’t want him to stop. I don’t know how much time is passing, but I can feel my thoughts becoming more sluggish.
“Mizuki,” Garra whispers softly next to my ear.
“Hmmm?” I mumble.
“You will return to me tomorrow night,” he says lowly but firmly. “If you are ever unsure, look at my wrist. As long as I am wearing the beads you gave me, I wish to see you.”
“Mmm Hmmm,” I try to mumble an affirmation, and eventually my consciousness fades to black with his fingers still marching their soft trail of pleasure across my skin.
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Love Me When I'm Gone

5. Decision