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Que Sera Sera	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kankuro stood inside his little brother's office, awaiting further instructions as Gaara stood, staring out of his window. Although he was curious as to why he had been summoned into Gaara's office so early in the day (usually he called Temari and himself in later in the day if he needed to talk to them in order to get everything prioritized), Kankuro knew better than to pester Gaara about his reasons for summoning his elder brother. It greatly irked him when he did, and eventually his little brother would come out with it. Besides, Kankuro understood that the only reason Gaara took so long before speaking was because he needed a few moments to properly formulate his instructions.

"Kankuro," the red head clearly stated, "I am placing you with ANBU team one for their upcoming mission. They're short one member for the time being due to Hikari-san's recent injuries, and she has not yet been cleared by hospital administrators. You both specialize in long range attacks, and you are the most capable for this job. Do you accept?"

"Yes," Kankuro gave a very slight bow, because he knew he was in the presence of his Kage right now…not his brother, "How long will this mission last?"

"I expect it to take at least two weeks," Gaara curtly answered, "however it could be longer. It's an assassination mission; your target, however, will prove to be a challenge." Turning around from his window gazing, he focused his eyes on Kankuro for the first time during this meeting, and his expression sobered dramatically before he continued, "This is a very important mission, Kankuro. I suggest you take it very seriously. Not only will this eliminate a serious problem of ours within an illegal trade-which consists of several different unspeakable activities-this will create an alliance and strengthen trade between Sunagakure and Kirigakure. I expect that you understand what that would mean for us if this alliance is achieved."

Silently, Kankuro nodded in understanding.

"I am sorry for this, Kankuro," Gaara raked a hand tiredly over his face, as he settled back into his office's chair, which was comfortably situated behind his desk, "There really is no one else qualified to take this mission right now, and I know you'll be able to make it a success." He shoved the mission briefing report across his desk towards his older brother and continued, "Briefly look this over for the finer details, and I'll take any questions you may have at this time. You and your team leave at dusk."

Sakura sighed as a knock interrupted her "studying" session. Honestly, on her first day off in several weeks she couldn't even read in peace. She removed herself from her bed, where she had previously been laying with several medical books and loose pages of notes sprawled out among the sheets. Within moments, she was at her door and pulled it open to reveal none other than Kankuro himself. She greatly resisted the urge to gasp and look away in shame, but her more stubborn Inner Sakura refused to allow her to do so. Instead, she glared defiantly back up at him. In that moment, she had decided she would be strong about the whole situation, and get some answers.

"Kankuro," she greeted, her expression stony, "were you needing something?"

"Yes, actually," he replied, before glancing around and making sure she didn't have company, "may I come in?"

Something grated greatly on Sakura's nerves at that suggestion, but she silently stepped aside and granted him entrance into her room anyway.

Kankuro could see the books and papers strewn about her bed, and an involuntary smirk crossed his face as soon as the sight registered in his mind. "Working late again, Sakura?" He joked.

"You would know," she snapped at him before she had really realized that she had said anything. He merely raised his eyebrows at her.

"Really, Sakura," he sobered, "that was cold."

Deciding to just go with her feelings, she lunged at him and punched his chest with a non-chakra enhanced closed fist. Angrily she spat, "Not as cold as what you did to me!"

Kankuro twisted himself out of the rosette's way, and he automatically recorrected his stance and position so that he was now at her side. He was trying to be patient with her, but it was difficult since he was angry at her at the same time. "Sakura, what are you talking about?" He tried to ask diplomatically.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!" She screeched. "You know damn well what I'm talking about! You kissed me! You stole my first kiss and you have no intention of returning any kind of feelings for me, like I have for you!" She was admitting things she knew she shouldn't, but he was just so angry. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and as she furiously turned away and blinked, they cascaded rapidly down her cheeks. "You're just a playboy, and you're out for all you can get out of me. Well, I've figured you out, and if that's what you're after, leave. Now. You're not getting anything else out of this kunoichi."

Kankuro could no longer hold in his anger, after hearing her accusing him of being things that he knew deep down were indeed true. "Who are you to talk to me like that, Sakura? You led me on just as much as I did you-these feelings are mutual! Not once would I take advantage of someone like that, least of all you! You actually give a damn about my family and I, you saved my life, and you're the most beautiful, wonderful person I've ever met!" He reached for her arm and angrily jerked her towards him, trapping her in a fierce embrace. He caught his lips with hers in a hot, passionate kiss, and after she ran out of breath he pressed her head into his chest and tucked his head on top of hers. "I love you," he whispered, "I would honestly never do something like that to you, regardless of my past, which I have always, always regretted."

Sakura resisted the urge to sob as she buried her face further into his chest. His scent was relaxing, intoxicating…he smelled like wood polish with earthy hues. It was incredibly masculine, and although Sakura wished she could always stay there, she had to know if what he said was true or not. She didn't know if she could-should-believe him, but there was something so sincere about his actions and tone. She pulled herself out of his embrace and fearlessly focused her own gaze into his eyes. As uncharacteristic as it was for the Jounin to show emotion at all, it was there, written plainly in his expression and eyes, and it was only for her to see. An unmistakable warmth was swirling behind those dark brown pools, allowing Sakura and only Sakura to gaze into them in such an intimate way. More tears escaped from Sakura's eyes, and a watery smile automatically replaced the angry scowl from before. The same warmth was evident now in her emerald orbs, and they betrayed no doubt as she steadily returned his look of intense affection. Reaching her hand up to softly caress his cheek, she replied in a soft whisper, "I love you too, Kankuro. You don't even know how much."

An automatic grin stole over his face at that, and he picked her up by the middle and twirled her around her room. She erupted in giggles, and when he finally set her down she wiped her eyes free of all tears with the sleeve of her shirt. "Sheesh Kankuro," she laughed, "I didn't think you'd be that crazy about it!"

"You have no idea," he tenderly replied, and leaned in to kiss her forehead tenderly, running his hands down her arms. "I really do love you, Sakura."

"I love you too, Kankuro." She smiled at him.

Again, he felt that same insane happiness at her confession, but a sense of sadness and guilt replaced in in his chest when he thought of why he came here in the first place.

"Sakura?" He cautiously asked, "I actually do have a reason I came here. I need to tell you something."

Instantly, she snapped her head up at him, worriedly gazing up at him. "Yes, Kankuro?" She asked, concern lacing her tone.

Kankuro wrapped her in a tight embrace again before continuing, "I'm leaving for a mission in a few hours, and I won't be back for a few weeks."

Sakura pulled out of his embrace for a second time that evening, and met his gaze evenly. A flicker of disappointment shone in her eyes, but she understood. The life of a shinobi was a hard, unpredictable one, and you never knew when someone would be called away. She gave him a small smile nonetheless and merely kissed him tenderly in response. Words were not needed...if either of the two said anything to each other, then it would be goodbye-a dangerous thing for a shinobi to say.

Unable to help himself, Kankuro deepened the kiss, moving one of his hands behind her head once again, and settled his other hand on the small of her back, effectively pressing her closer to his own, muscular frame. Allowing the hand that was previously situated at the back of her head to move upwards, he slowly started running his fingers through her wavy pink locks, and he had to bite back a groan when he felt how soft they were. He resisted the urge to bury his face in it and just smell it.

He pulled back from their heated kiss in order to let her breathe, and continued to press light kisses all of the way down her cheeks to her jawline and downward to her collarbone. Nibbling slightly, he softly bit, kissed and worked the sensitive skin on her shoulder blade and collarbone, and whenever he'd find an especially sensitive spot, he'd pay particular attention to that location.

Intermittently, Sakura would let out a low moan whenever he would find just the right spot and mark it. It was all she could do to clutch onto him for support because of the pleasure he was giving her just from these simple actions.

When he was satisfied that she had enough small, purplish marks all over the sensitive skin, he finally returned his attentions hungrily to her lips and picked her up, his hands placed under her butt for support.

"Sakura," he moaned longingly, nearly unable to form a coherent thought, "are you-"

"Yes," Sakura gasped into the shell of his ear, tilting her head to better access it so she could nibble on his earlobe, "please, Kankuro. I want you."

Without any hesitation on his part, Kankuro proceeded to carry her over to her bed. He gently set her down upon the only clear portion of the comforter that wasn't currently covered by her miscellaneous medical supplies. He slung his arm across the top of the sheets, effectively clearing the books and papers off of the surface of the bed as they hit the floor with a loud thud, and slowly crawled on top of her, lust and hunger reflected in his gaze.

Briefly, Sakura registered the loud crashing noises of her medical books hitting the ground, and she spared them a glance before turning back to Kankuro with a pout. "My books!" She whined, and he pressed his lips over hers in another heated kiss almost as soon as she had completed the phrase. He paused only long enough to pull his lips away from hers and mutter, "I'll buy you new ones," before attacking her lips with his own again. After she let out a particularly sultry moan and he gazed into her heated, glazed over eyes and saw her lips swollen and red from his kisses, he shook with pleasure and let out a low moan of his own. Longingly and tenderly, he added to his previous statement, "God…you're so beautiful, blossom."

He moved his hands up and down her torso slowly, lingering only in the places that made her involuntarily suck in her breath from sensitivity. He made sure to breathe his hot breath everywhere possible on her open, inviting and unblemished creamy skin. This in turn, would make her squirm and cry out, and he loved hearing those little noises coming from his cherry blossom.

Slowly, oh so slowly, they started removing each other's clothing. First to go was Sakura's shirt, and Kankuro practically attacked her nipples through her bra, making them go hard through the fabric. Then Kankuro's shirt was removed, and Sakura was rewarded with her first ever view of his chiseled stomach…

All too quickly, they were both bare, and he was pressed against her entrance, teasingly waiting for her okay. She kissed him, hard, and he groaned as he sank into her oh so slowly. After he was home, he paused a moment, waiting for her to adjust to his girth. She on the other hand, was in slight pain, but felt more lustful than anything. She could feel every bit of him-every vein, every ridge…

Then he moved inside her and they both had to suppress their loud moans of pleasure. Soon enough, Kankuro established a fairly rapid pace, which quickly brought her to release once, twice, three times and with three final long, powerful thrusts, Kankuro released with her on her final orgasm.

They both lay tangled in the sheets, clutching onto each other as best they could with the all of the sweat generated from their previous activities mingling on their skin. They both laid in silence for a few moments, attempting to once again steady their breathing and heart rates. Kankuro pulled Sakura in close to his own body, and tucked her head into his chest, resting his head on hers again like he had shortly after his confession not long ago. He could feel her unsteady breathing on the skin of his chest, and it tickled the slightest bit. With his own breathing almost back to normal, he once again tightened his grip on her in his hold and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. He smiled to himself as he laid his head back on her pillow, and found himself thinking how perfect this moment was-how perfect she was. She really was nothing like all of the other girls he had previously bothered with. The main difference, of course, was that he was completely in love with her, unlike the other girls. That made it all the better for both of them.

He laid there with her in his arms until he was sure she was in a deep enough sleep that he would be able to leave the room without awakening her. For some reason, it felt like a challenge for him to not wake her up. He just didn't want to disturb that peaceful, happy expression on her face.

Silently, he got dressed in his previously discarded clothes that were strewn about all over the floor, in addition to picking up the medical books and papers that he had knocked to the floor preceding their lovemaking. She was right-some of them were ruined. He frowned. It had not been his intention to ruin her medical books. Although, like he promised her, he would replace them for her. Hell, he'd buy her new ones in addition to these. A small, content smile crossed the puppet master's face. He'd buy her anything as long as it made her happy.

Glancing at the clock on her wall, he saw that he had only 30 minutes to get ready to go and already be at the gates. Grimacing, he spared a glance toward the bed again and saw Sakura asleep, curled up under the covers. How he wished he didn't have to leave her.

He made his way over to the bed, and quietly leaned over her curled, sleeping form and gave her a final goodbye kiss on her forehead. Although he really didn't want to wake her, he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through her hair one last time, either, and upon feeling the softness of the locks, even if they were slightly coated in sweat, he sighed with contentment. How she got her hair to be so soft, he had no idea. As he pulled his hand away, he whispered, "I'll be back before you know it. I love you, Sakura," and he turned on his heel to walk away before the temptation to disobey orders and stay was too great. Unfortunately for him, though, he was rewarded one last pang of guilt, because he heard her soft reply as he walked out of her bedroom door, "I'll wait for you."

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