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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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Epilogue
I stand in front of my full-length mirror in my bedroom back at home in Suna. I bought myself a deep burgundy dress with black lace trimmings. It’s floor length with a split in the skirt that curves playfully up to my hip on one side. The neckline is square-cut with a high collar, which shows off the dramatic increase in breast size I’ve got now that I’m nursing twins. It also displays the kanji scar on my breast prominently.
It has been over 6 months since the boys were born, and Gaara and I are attempting to live a relatively normal life. My life has never truly been normal. As a telepath, it just wasn’t in the cards for me. Now with a village leader for a husband and two highly talented children at home, I realize it never will be normal. Normal is overrated. I wouldn’t trade my husband and my boys for anything in the world. They give me purpose and hope for a life full of joy that I had never dared to dream of before.
The boys’ personalities are as distinct as I perceived them before, even when they are still so young. Yasuo is very quiet. He observes everything, taking in his surroundings and the behaviors of those around him constantly. He tells the world when he’s angry at the top of his little voice, but he’s relatively easy to please. He doesn’t seem to care if he’s being held most of the time. Katsutoshi is completely different. He giggles and coos and babbles almost constantly. He pays attention to what’s around him, but without near the focus of Yasuo. He’s extremely loving, and wants to be held nearly constantly. He’s prone to cry simply because he’s not being held.
I remember fondly when we finally got to properly introduce the boys to everyone at the hospital.
Naruto, Sakura, Shikamaru, Temari and Kakashi stand impatiently in the hospital room. I sit on the bed smiling like a love struck idiot, waiting for my husband and his brother to return with the boys. Tsunade took them away for some tests an hour ago. I can sense them coming and everyone follows my gaze to the doorway. Kankuro enters the doorway with a tiny baby swaddled tightly and tucked into each arm. He gives me a huge grin behind his trademark face paint.
“Hey babe,” Kankuro says in a teasing tone. “Nice work. These kids are pretty cute. Best of all, they’re total babe magnets!”
Gaara rolls his eyes at his brother, twitching his fingers slightly as he enters the room and sits beside me. His sand curls out of the gourd on his back and picks the children up out of Kankuro’s arms. They drift over to me and he sets them down gently in my lap. The two babies stare at me with wide jade eyes.
“Wow!” Naruto shouts in excitement, running to peer over at them. “They look exactly like Gaara!”
“Yes. They look just like I imagined them,” I agree. “You can’t see me in them at all.”
“Yes, you can,” Gaara contradicts me. “They have your mouth.”
I look again and I can see what he means. They have very full lips, which they definitely didn’t get from Gaara. The thought makes me smile. Temari can’t stand it anymore, and she dashes over to scoop Katsutoshi up in her arms.
“Who’s an adorable little man?” she coos to him. “You are!”
“They also have some level of your gift,” Gaara says turning to me, “but we won’t know how much until they’re older.”
“What do you mean?” I ask in surprise.
“They seem to be able to pick up on thoughts or emotions,” he explains. “Even if someone is completely silent, they respond to the emotions they feel. Without you present, Tsunade’s tests were able to confirm that.”
“Why did Mizuke being present make a difference?” Shikamaru asks with piqued curiosity.
“The boys seem to have a direct link to me,” I explain. “It’s like they can always tell what mood I’m in – even when I’m not with them. At least it seems that way so far.”
“Yes,” Gaara agrees. “They also inherited my ability with sand.” He points to Yasuo as the baby begins waving his arms and sand begins swirling in the air above him playfully.
“Well,” I smile at all of them. “That should make life very interesting.”
I hear the front door open and bring myself back to the present, snapping a quick illusion in place. I don’t want Gaara to see my new outfit right away. I want it to be a surprise. I create the illusion of a simple tank top and shorts over my true body shape and head down the stairs. Gaara walks in through the living room and heads for the babies’ room without looking up. He looks a little tired. He’d taken the boys out for a walk to try and get them to sleep. I suppose I shouldn’t call it a walk really. He straps them in a tiny baby stack onto his back using his sand, and then he floats around the neighborhood in circles on a cloud of sand. The smooth motion usually puts them to sleep fairly quickly – much faster than me trying to rock them or bounce them around in the house.
He’s nearly to the stairs when he looks up to meet my eyes. He smirks at the sight of me and I can feel his desire flare. He doesn’t say a word. He’s very careful not to wake them.
“Hi handsome,” I whisper.
Gaara leans in and kisses me gently on the mouth before heading up the stairs. I follow him to help him tuck the boys into their beds in the nursery. This is the room he wanted to be here for them, even if neither of us came home alive. As we walk into the beautiful blue and yellow room, I gently lift Yasuo off of Gaara’s back as he releases the sand from him. I carry him over to his crib and he stirs restlessly as I place him gently inside, covering him with a small blanket that Michiko made for him. Gaara tucks Katsutoshi into his crib and we both slip out of the room as silent as shinobi.
“Thank you,” I whisper to him as we head down the stairs to the living room again. “Did it take long for them to fall asleep?”
“No,” he replies, “They were up all day. They’ll be asleep for a while.”
“Good,” I smile devilishly at him. “I have a confession to make.”
He raises one hairless eyebrow in question. He’s wondering where I’ve been all day. I simply told him I needed to run errands so he made arrangements to work from home. My new dress is not my only gift for him. With the boys being a little over 6 months old, it is nearly our one year anniversary.
“I just got back from talking with Michiko and Temari,” I continue. “They’ll be home soon. They’ve agreed to watch the boys for a couple of days. I’ve arranged for a place for us to stay in one of the nicer hotels in town. I figured it would be easier for them to take care of the boys here.”
Gaara’s expression changes to one of semi-shock. He remembers that he’s been overlooking the date and begins counting in his head. We haven’t had time to ourselves without the boys yet, and the idea is making his mind race. His arousal flares as he rakes my body over with wide eyes again.
Days? he asks.
“Of course,” I smile seductively, leaning back against the couch. “I also have another confession to make. I bought you a present.”
I drop my illusion and Gaara’s eyes widen even further at the sight of me in my new dress. I draw my foot up to my knee on the opposite leg, letting the skirt fall open to show the full expanse of my leg and hip. Gaara’s arousal flares to a nearly painful level as he watches my every movement. In a flash he snatches me up against him and lays me fully down on the couch as he nestles himself between my legs. He brings his mouth down to mine and kisses me hungrily before trailing suckling kisses down my neck and towards my breasts. He rubs himself against the juncture of my thighs and a moan of pleasure rumbles from his chest. Gaara is only a half a second from ripping the dress off me when I catch another awareness in the house.
Shit! I think a bit belatedly. Gaara their home.
He stops licking the kanji scar atop my breast and looks up into my eyes just as Temari and Michko walk in.
“Whoa, big boy,” Temari says with a laugh and a blush, turning around to giggle alongside Michiko. “Sorry we took so long. I didn’t think you’d die in the next hour!”
“Mizuke,” Michiko says with a grin. “We can take care of the boys as soon as you’re ready.” It looks like you’d better get him out of here sooner rather than later, she teases me mentally.
“Thank you so much. Both of you,” I say, standing up from the couch and straightening my dress. Gaara takes a moment longer. Standing is nearly painful for him at the moment. “The boys are already asleep. I left the information for where we’ll be staying in the kitchen.”
I take Gaara’s hands and head for the door. I already had our bags packed and moved to the hotel earlier today.
“Have fun!” Temari says with a taunting tone.
All of a sudden, everything around me disappears in a swirl of sand. Gaara has no patience left for walking like a normal person, and has simply teleported us to the room he saw in my mind.
“Eager are we, handsome?” I tease.
Gaara sheds his clothes at record speed and pulls me against him. His body is healthy and strong again, and I love the sensation of his smooth alabaster skin beneath my fingertips. He kisses me until I’m dizzy and panting for breath, rubbing himself between my legs and stirring fire in my belly. I reach up behind my head to unzip my dress, but he halts my hands.
“Don’t,” he says with a strained voice. “Leave it on.”
“You want to make love to me in it?” I say breathlessly, surprised but aroused by the idea.
“Just the first time,” he agrees, pressing me into the wall.
He grabs my waist and lifts me against him as I wrap my legs around his strong hips. I moan aloud as he slides into my body. He captures my mouth in a hungry kiss, and I bury my fingers in his crimson locks. His sand takes over holding me in place against the wall as he begins moving. He roams my body and my breasts with his hands instead, dipping his head to tease them through the soft fabric.
A long time later, as I unravel in his arms, I thank fate that this is only the first of many more times to come.
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