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In Another Time	By : KiraIsJudgement Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

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�Ugh.� Naruto pushed through the foggy hazy, trying to get bearings.

Where was he? This place was way too clean to be his bedroom. It was small and stale. The room was decorated in white walls, white cupboards, and complete with white counters. A few medical posters hung on the walls, two of every copy, one English, the other Spanish, giving the room a small, but much needed, splash of color. He was at the Sunny Days Clinic.

He turned in his rock hard bed causing his chest to catch on fire.

�Fuck,� he mumbled, placing a hand over the bandages, trying hard to remember what landed him here.

Hearing someone behind him, he faced a small window, where a man got up from a chair, coming to his bedside.

�Gaara,� Naruto held out a hand to his friend, which was reluctantly taken.

�You�re awake.� Gaara knelt down, never releasing his grip, coming face level to Naruto.

�How long was I out?� He placed a hand over his eyes, still trying to wake up.

�Two days,�

Naruto eyes went round with shock. �Shit. What happened?�

�You were shot.� The red head deadpanned.

�No, really. I figured that out,� his words dripping with sarcasm. �Is Kiba okay?�

Gaara nodded, �I sent him home yesterday.�

�Good.� Lowering his tone to a near whisper, �How about Sasuke?�

Stunned by the secretiveness, Gaara met volume, �He�s outside, waiting.�

�Really? I thought he hated me.�

�I guess you must have gotten to him. From what Kiba told he, I guess, Sasuke is the reason you all made it out of there.�

�Hpm, yeah maybe. He is still a prick, but at least I know I can count on him when shit really hits the fan.� Naruto had to admit Sasuke really had done well for his first time out, even if they had failed.

Gaara stood, and carefully released the blond hand. �Oh, by the way, still want your car orange? If not, now�s the time to change it.�

The mention of his Nissan made Naruto sit up in full attention, straining himself, and coupling over in pain. �Ah, shit! That fucking hurts! And what do you mean, are you already fixing her?�

�Her? Your car�s a girl?� Naruto was met a questioning set of green eyes.

A malicious smirk curled over his lips. �Yeah. Kinda be weird if it was a him, wouldn�t it? It�s better to be riding in a girl than a guy, right?�

Naruto waited for an answer, but it seemed Gaara was speechless. Cool, he didn�t get that reaction much. Happy with the results he decided to let Gaara off the hook. �Yeah, orange, I guess. I know I should probably change it, but I like that color. Maybe you could have them put flames on it or something? How about a black stripe down the middle? Yeah, that would look good. Can you have them do that?�

Gaara quietly nodded.

Well, so much for getting him talking again. �So, you been here long?�

�Haven�t left.� Gaara pointed a makeshift bed consisting of a chair and ottoman set up by the window.

�Wow, really? Well, that explains the smell.� Unable to resist the shot at his friend.

�You�re not much better,� Gaara pointed out. �Sakura refused to bathe you.�

�What, and you didn�t volunteer? Damn, you missed your chance.� He giggled a bit before an awkward silence fell.

Gaara�s gaze burned into Naruto as he opened his mouth ready to speak, when the door flew open.

A busty blonde women barged in, bringing a sea of chaos with her.

�Ah, you�re up. Good, I need this room.� She went to Naruto, pushing between them, and began prodding, checking vitals.

Continuing, she directed Gaara. �Okay, you know the drill. Bed rest, and nothing but for the next two weeks. He got real lucky, the bullet barely missed all the important crap, but he still needs downtime. And no running around for quite awhile. Bring him in next week for a check up. I will send Sukura over everyday until then. There�s a prescription for Vicodin waiting at the desk. Pot will probably work better, but no alcohol.�

�Thanks, Tsunade,� Naruto sputtered around the thermometer shoved in his mouth.

She pulled out the stick and gave it a pleased look. �Good, you�re all set. I�ll have that boy bring in a wheel chair. Oh, and you�re welcome.�

�Here, try not to lose it all at the casino.� Gaara handed her a very wide envelop, making a wave of guilt come over Naruto. How much was this going to set them back?

A wide grin came as she eyed the contents, �Not that it�s any your business what I do with it. Oh, and don�t mind Sakura. It�s fine with me if you keep getting shot up and come here. You�re the only way I stay in business.� With that she left.

�I�ll get that wheel chair.� Gaara stopped when Naruto slipped a finger into his belt loop, pulling him in.

�I�m sorry.� Bringing Gaara even closer, Naruto wrapped a hand around his hip, squeezing him tightly. A sturdy hand laid on his head, and slightly ruffled through his hair.

�No. I am sorry.� Gaara took a deep sigh before continuing, �Naruto. You need to go home. I mean it this time.�

Looking up, giving his best puppy dog face and smiling ear to ear, he replied, �Of course. I�ll leave tomorrow. I promise.�
　

　

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�Hey, you seen extra sheets?� Kiba shouted from the hall towards the kitchen, getting no reply. �INO!�

The sounds of something metal, probably a pan, slamming against tile carried through the cramped house.

�Holy fuck!� A young blonde woman popped her head around the doorway separating the two room. Her face flushed red, and pale blue eyes burned with anger. �What the fuck do you want? I�m trying to make some damn food here.�

Kiba sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Now he�d done it. �Sorry Babe. I just need the sheets, I can�t find them, but I need to get the room ready for Naruto.�

�You�re totally helpless.� Ino pushed pass Kiba, slid open the other slide of the closet door, reached straight out, then presented him with a clean set of sheets. �Here.�

�I looked there,� he stammered.

�Obliviously not good enough.� She propped her hands on her hips and tapped a foot.

He�d pissed her off again. With as often as they fought, people would think they were enemies instead of lovers.

�Sorry, and thank you.� Kiba found out long ago, since he couldn�t keep from upsetting her, the best thing he could do was apologize a lot. It was a tactic coupled with lots of praise that had been working for years.

�Whatever. Look a little harder next time, you idiot.� Her mood shifted quickly to calm and playful as she leaned into him, circling a long, beautiful decorated, finger nail over his chest. �Hey, I don�t want to cook tonight, and since it�s only the two of us, maybe we could go out? Or should we order in and stay here, alone, all by ourselves.�

What she was hinting on was perfectly clear. They didn�t get much alone time at home. Not while sharing the house with three other guys. Times like this were rare, but he wasn�t in the mood.

�I don�t care. You can go out by yourself. I�m not hungry.� He left the slightly stunned girl alone and went into the living room.

Kiba placed the sheets on the end table and barely slouched down into his favorite recliner before a hard smack stung the back of his head. Rubbing the sore spot he turned to his attacker, �Ow, What�d you do that for?�

�What�s wrong with you? We finally get some time alone and you wanna spend it being pissy?� She let out another hard thump to the back of his head.

�Damn girl, knock it off!� He rolled off his chair, trying to dodge the swings, ending up flat on his back.

Ino quickly moved on top on him. Her mini shirt parted as she straddled him, lightly slapping his chest and arms.

Kiba grabbed at her, finally catching the wriggling hands, stopping the assault. He pulled her down and held on tightly to keep her from getting away. �Really, please just stop.�

This was normal banter for the two of them, but playing around just didn�t seem right with his friend laid up with a gunshot.

�Why?� Her arms went limp. She had given up.

Releasing her hands and flopping his own defeatedly to his side, �It�s just not right. I just can�t��

�It�s not your fault, what happened to him.� Her expression was soft and caring as she ran a well manicured hand through his hair.

This was the side of her that other�s never got to see. This was the side he loved.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed. �Thanks, but I just feel like shit.�

�Well maybe I should make you feel better?� she slowly started to grind against his zipper, searching for a bulge that wasn�t there.

�Come on, it�s not right.� He slightly nudged at her, trying to get her to roll off.

�Shut up, lay back, and let me make you feel better,� her harsh demand was filled with all kinds of pleasant promises.

He gave her a small smile, and did as he was told, crossing his arms behind his head, and laid back.

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Ino smiled triumphantly and slid her hands under Kiba�s tank top. Her fingers ran up his taunt abs and she dragged her the nails back down, making him squirm.

Bending over, she pressed her mouth to his. Tilting slightly to gain better access, she parted her lips. Slight moaning came from Kiba as she traced his tongue with hers, causing a tingling to run over her own skin.

Breaking then gasping for air, she moved to his ear, giving it a lit nibble before whispering in a husky voice, �Drop �em.�

She gave his cargo shorts a tug. Ino wasn�t one to waste much time on foreplay. They had been together far to long to worry about that, and she just wanted to get to the main event.

He quickly lifted his hips up, pressing his groin against her underwear, undid the zipper, and pulled his shorts down.

She squirmed at the heat coming from his hardening bulge as it pressed into her. Lowering her head she pulled up his tank top and placed a series of wet kisses down his hard chest, finding and following the happy trail down to his heart covered boxers.

Placing her mouth over his shaft, she forced warm breath through his underwear, causing his cock to twitch. She folded her nails under the waistband, teasingly wiggling her fingers over the precum covered head, making him moan. He pressed up, trying to position himself under her hands.

She giggled at his attempt to get her to grope him, and gladly gave in, moving her hand under the boxers, taking his length in her palm. Gripping tightly, she slowly moved over the shaft, every now and then rolling her palm over the head, pulling the lubricant back down.

His breathing labored as she quicken. He pumped himself into her hand and lightly pull at her hair. Slipping a hand into her shirt, he cupped one of her breasts and carefully rolled a hard nipple between his fingers.

The tingling in her chest shot down to her clit, as she squeezed her legs together, trying to subdue the tight pain. Jerking faster and breathing harder as he started to twitch.

She smiled as she watched him. Eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, and sweat rolled down his face. Not much longer, his penis swelled and started to pulse.

He bit his lower lip and threw his head to the side, just as the phone rang.

His eyes shot open and he pulled himself up.

�Leave it,� she demanded, but it was too late.

He was already on his knees, shorts still around his feet, grabbing his cell flashing on the end table.

He flipped it open and answered, �Hello?�

�Fuck you,� Ino cussed before stomping into the bathroom to clean up.

She could hear Kiba continue his conversation as she washed away all the sticky precum.

�What happen to you?� she asked herself, examining the reflection in the mirror. There was a time Kiba wouldn�t have ever been able to pull himself away from her. Not any more. Now, he could easily stop at the brink of cumming. She had really lost her touch.

She returned to the living room to find it empty. Hearing a bed squeak from the room down the hall, she followed it.

She found Kiba changing the sheets on Gaara�s bed. They normally weren�t ever ballsy enough to venture into this room, but this time was different. It was the only down stairs bedroom, and it was decided it would be easier to take care of Naruto if he and Gaara switch rooms for awhile. It was Kiba�s job to get this room ready for Naruto that he was in the middle of doing before she had interrupted him.

Ino leaned against the doorway and watched, trying not to be mad at him. He is just preoccupied, that�s all. It couldn�t really be that he wasn�t in to her anymore.

�What�s up?� she asked, curious about the call.

�They�re on their way home. I thought they weren�t coming home until tomorrow.� He finished tucking in the sheet and set Naruto�s phone on the nightstand, next to his PSP.

�Is he ready already?� She knew all too well that Tsunade had a bad habit on kicking out people too early.

He moved closer, facing her as she blocked the doorway. �I guess he got real lucky. That�s what I keep hearing, anyways. Think he�ll need anything else?�

�Video games and a phone? That seems about right. Maybe beer and a cigarette?� She was only half joking. Naruto probably wouldn�t make it through the night without asking for them.

�Hell no, and don�t give him any, even if he begs. I mean it.�

�I won�t have to. You�ll give in way before I do.� She poked at his ribs, and grinned.

�No I won�t.� He squeezed by her and out into the hall. Turning back before continuing. �I�m sorry� about, you know.�

�Yeah, no problem.� She tried to sound as unbothered as she could about being dismissed so easily.
　

　

　

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Hinata bustled about the house, tidying this, and cleaning that.

Light was coming home today. He had been gone for two weeks on business, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

The sound of his Lexus caught her ear, just as the garage door began to open.

She ran into the kitchen, dropped her cleaning cloth into the sink, and straighten her dress, brushing off non-existing dirt before return to the door.

She waited her hand on the knob for the sounds on footsteps coming up the walkway.

Hearing him approach, she opened the door, holding it, as he entered. She had practiced this many time over the last few years, and now had it timed so perfectly, that Light never had to stop to wait.

�Hello, Light. It�s good to have you home.� She smiled, and reached for his briefcase, placing it on the table in the foyer. �Shall I get your bags from the car?�

�Not just yet.� The young man gracefully slipped off his overcoat and passed it off to Hinata, who quickly took it. Then he placed a well manicured hand onto her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. �How are you?�

�Well, um, it�s been real quiet,� she lied. �I have just been here except for when I went to see Neji.�

�Sorry I couldn�t be here for you. How�d it go?� The softness in his eyes made her a little uneasy.

�Well, I guess it went as well as it could.� She watched him carefully, something was wrong, he was acting strange.

�Anything else happen?� His emphases on the word �else� made her stiffened.

His gaze on her was so intense she couldn�t even keep up and turned her attention to his coat, petting it softly. �No. Nothing,� she whispered.

They stood silently for a moment, sending waves of doubt and fear crashing over Hinata. He knew something. That�s why he was acting like this. Maybe he heard something, but was it about Gaara or Sesshomaru?

Light had given her permission to visit Neji�s grave in his absents, but no one else. God, she was going to be in trouble. The silence was killing her. What did he know?

�Hmm, really?� he said as he held out his hand, tightly gripping something.

She watched as he let most of the cloth fall from his hand, reveling a blood stained, white silk shirt.

�Found this in your truck.� His face was painfully serious.

It frighten her.
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