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Sand in the Leaves	By : ahmenet Category: Naruto > General Views: 1273 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I know I'm missing
some characters and all will be revealed soon enough. Sorry the
posts are so erratic. I'm trying. Anyway, don't own it, don't make
any money. And I morn that issue daily.

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Naruto placed a finger
to his lips and waved Hiro to follow. The two young Uchiha moved
swiftly through the halls of the hospital until they found the rooms
they were looking for.

“We received
the scroll this afternoon. The first group of refugees will be
arriving within the week.”

The boys stopped and
Hiro moved to the other side to listen more closely as the Hokage
spoke with their father.

“And the main
reason they are there?”

“They found
him, but he’s heavily guarded. They aren’t sure how long
it’s going to take or if he’ll even come with them.
There is still the possibility he won’t leave.”

“I know. But
I have to believe…”

Becoming disinterested
in the conversation, the boys moved on. The halls were quiet this
late with few nurses and medics. Knowing the corners and corridors
best to hide in made it easy to slip past the staff.

Naruto held up a hand
and Hiro stopped behind him. He peeked around a corner then turned
and smiled at his younger brother, giving him a big thumbs-up. Hiro
smiled shyly back and followed Naruto around the corner.

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The first thing Gaara
noticed when he swam back to consciousness was that he hurt. Every
inch of his body ached from his feet to his head. He lay as
perfectly still as possible wondering why he was awake and why he
couldn’t simply drop back into peacefully numb oblivion.

Then he felt the small
hand on his cheek.

“Why is he
wearing make-up?” A young voice asked from his left.

“It’s not
make-up, dumby.” Another young voice said from his right.

He cracked his eyes
open a slit to see a small dark haired boy and a slightly larger
blond. They were inspecting him with wide eyes. Most specifically
his bandaged arm and various bruises though the smaller continued to
glance back up at his face.

“Then why are his
eyes all black?”

His small pale hand
lifted and Gaara felt his hair shift from his forehead. Tiny little
fingers tickled over his skin and he fought the urge to simply open
his eyes and demand to know why they were there.

“Don’t
know. But daddy says he used to be a raccoon.”

Gaaras eye flew open.
The little brunette squeaked and fell off the side of the bed. The
blond jumped but held his balance. Gaara noticed the white clothe
slung around the boys neck then the familiar wrap on his arm.

“Shouldn’t
you be in bed?” Gaara asked of the now scowling boy.

“You gonna tell?”

Gaara raised a brow.
Even that hurt. “What’s to tell?”

They stared at one
another a moment before the little blond leaned in over him. This
close he could make out features and as the boys eyes came into focus
something about him seemed familiar and yet not. His eyes were
hooded and soft with longer lashes at the upward sloping tip. The
nose was sharp and his odd bone structure cut lines from the corners
of his eyes at the nose bridge down into his cheeks. His face looked
oddly right with his bright green eyes and nearly white, blond hair.
He was more handsome than beautiful. And apparently very bold.
Those green eyes roamed over his features with more than just general
curiosity. Gaara felt the bed move and groaned. A softly whispered
“sorry” came from his left signaling the return of the
smaller child.

“Isn’t he a
little short for a medic?” Gaara asked.

The blond looked
thoroughly confused. Realizing the boy was much younger than he’d
first thought he sighed and motioned minimally with his head. The
blond blinked and looked over.

“Oh! He’s
my brother.”

The dark haired boy was
now sitting on the bed and leaning nearly as close as his blond
counterpart. The moment he saw his face Gaara knew exactly who he
was. He just wasn’t sure which one. He looked back at the
blond.

“You’re
Naruto?” The boy nodded vigorously.

He looked back to the
brunette. There were only two others that he knew of. He thought he
knew this one.

“And you are…”
The child’s large black eyes widened impossibly and a small
smile began to tip his lips. “Hiro?”

The grin he received
let him know he was right and that this child didn’t get nearly
the attention of his brother. Then his tiny lips parted in awe and
he blinked.

“Did you really
useded to be a raccoon?” Hiro asked in a small voice.

“That’s
’used’ to be.” The blond corrected.

The young boy twitched
his nose but otherwise showed no sign that he cared.

“No. I was born
this way.”

The blond wrinkled his
forehead. “But daddy said you were a raccoon.”

Gaara smiled just a
little. That hurt too. “You’re dad never liked me
much.”

“Why?” The
darker haired boy asked shyly

And so the question and
answer session began. Naruto did most of the asking but Hiro carried
his weight in his own small way. The blond pummeled him with
questions most shinobi wouldn’t ask a captive during torture
and as they talked they moved around restlessly, jostling the bed and
causing all of Gaaras aches and pains to manifest past whatever pain
killers they might have given him. Just as he thought he could take
no more and was about to yell out for help of any kind, Hiro reached
out and touched his face. All movement stopped. He remembered the
light touch from only moments before but looking at the boy now he
realized what a rare thing it was. He saw Naruto smiling from the
corner of his eye and wondered just how much bravery the little boy
was showing in simply tracing his fingers over the small red tattoo
without asking permission.

“Did it hurt?”
Hiro asked as he shifted his eyes from the tattoo to Gaaras eyes
then quickly shifted back.

“I don’t
remember. I was very young.”

“How old were
you?” Naruto asked. The boys’ voice growing
progressively louder.

“I was six.”

Hiros eyes widened
again and he sat up perfectly straight. Narutos mouth dropped in
awe.

“Your daddy let
you have a tattoo at six!” The little blond squealed.

“Daddy says
Naruto can’t have one until he’s thirty.” Hiro
whispered apparently still in shock.

Feeling a little
uncomfortable at the direction this conversation was taking not to
mention the fact he was conversing with children under the age of
eight, he looked around for something else to occupy the mini ninja.

“How did you hurt
your arm?” He asked, remembering the wrap on Narutos arm.

The boy looked down at
this arm as if just remembering it then blushed and bowed his head.

“I… fell
off… (mumble, mumble)”

Hiro twisted his
fingers together and tried not to smile.

“What was that?”
Gaara asked again.

“I fell off the
Yodaimes nose.” The boy sighed in defeat.

Gaara was completely
confused. How could a child fall off of someone’s nose? It
took him a moment to remember the monument. The faces of the
previous Hokage etched into the mountain overlooking the village. If
he remembered correctly, the fourth had a stand of trees and a large
building right under it.

“See, I was
practicing my fireball jutsu cause I start the academy this year and
daddy says I can’t practice near trees or around people or
anything and I thought since there aren’t any people floating
in the air, unless they use wind jutsus, I could practice there so I
went to the mountain and climbed out on Yodaimes nose and did all my
seals and started to blow my fireball but I lost my balance and
slipped and fell down his nose and into the trees and then bounced
off the side of the restaurant and broke my arm in three places.”

Gaara took a deep
breath, only just realizing he’d been holding it as long as the
boy had been talking.

“How did you hurt
your arm?” Naruto asked then reached as if to poke at it.

“He broke his
teammate’s nose,” came the husky voice from the door.
“And a lot more from what I’ve been hearing.”

The boy pulled his
hand back with a jerk that rocked the bed. Gaara bit the inside of
his cheek to keep from moaning but couldn’t hide the pain on
his face.

“Sorry.”
Hiro whispered quietly with a sad frown then slowly and carefully got
off the bed.

“Naruto?”
The woman walked fully into the room as Hiro moved to wrap his arms
around her leg through her white medics robe. “You should be
in your room. Sabaku-san needs his rest.”

“Yes ma’am.”
The now subdued child slowly crawled from the bed.

Gaara breathed a sigh
of relief as the bed went blissfully still once more, though he hurt
no less. He turned his head enough to look at the woman now standing
in his room, instructing Naruto on how to replace his arm in the
sling around his neck. Her hair was a glossy black that fell
straight to her shoulders. Her skin was pale with only the slightest
hint of pink to show color at all. When she lifted her head to look
at him her eyes were as black as her hair and her face was full and
round. He could see some of her in the small boy wrapped around her
leg. He knew Sasuke Uchiha had two wives. He wondered if the other
was Narutos mother. If so she had to have interesting looks.

“Please forgive
the boys. Naruto’s been curious about you. His name sake
talked about you a lot.” The woman smiled and began shooing
the little blond from the room. “Go to your room, Naruto.
Your father is looking for you.”

The boys eyes widened a
little before he took off out the door.

“Don’t
Run!” A voice yelled out in the hall before the woman
closed it.

“My name is
Izanami Uchiha. I’ll be overseeing you tonight. I had thought
to come by and simply check on you but I see you were in need of a
rescue.”

“No one likes to
admit being beaten by infants but in this case, I thank you for your
assistance.” Gaara rasped. He hadn’t noticed how rough
his voice was before.

“Pretty talk.
But you sound like you have a toad in your throat.” She bent
down to address Hiro and kiss the top of his head. “Why don’t
you go and sit with your brother and father. I’m sure Naruto
could use the company.”

The small boy gave an
equally small smile and pulled his mother down to whisper in her ear
while he eyed Gaara. She smiled and patted his head before
whispering something in his ear and sending him on his way.

“They were really
no trouble.” Gaara hurried to say while she closed the door.

“Oh, I’m
sure they were plenty of trouble but I thank you anyway.”

She moved next to the
bed and placed her hands on his throat. He winced but didn’t
complain.

“Is it sore?”
She frowned and slid her hands up his throat to just under his jaw.

“No. But
everything aches.” He replied and tried to lift his bandaged
arm.

“Don’t move
too much. You’ve strained most of the muscles in your upper
body and torn your shoulders. It will take time to heal.”

He groaned a little as
she moved her hands down each of his arms, taking care not to put too
much pressure on the broken one. When she reached for the sheet he
jerked. She didn’t seem to notice.

“I need to make
sure the seals are still active. It will only take a moment.”
And she slid the sheet to his waist.

“Is Hiro your
son?” His voice shook.

“Yes. And I am
due to have another in seven months.” She lowered her hands to
a seal near his midsection.

Gaara sucked in a
breath and focused on a shadow on the ceiling.

“Congratulations.”

She gave him a confused
look as she pressed an area just below his ribs making him wince.

“Congratulations
aren’t necessary. It’s my duty as an Uchiha to help my
husband revitalize the clan.” A green light emitted from her
hands and the pain in his middle slowly ebbed to a dull ache.

“I see. I am
sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He
relaxed as she lifted her hands and pulled the sheet back up over his
chest.

“Not in the
least. You’re new. You’ll learn all the ins and outs
soon enough. Everyone has their secrets. Ours just happen to be
open ones.” She smiled softly and brushed the hair from his
forehead.

Remembering the second
time Neji slammed his head into a support beam, Gaara didn’t
tense over the intimate touch though he did frown at the odd
statement. He felt the tingle of fingers over his skin, these so
much larger but no less soft than the last to touch him, and wondered
how many more scars he would boast. It wasn’t until her
fingers left his forehead to trail through his hair and down the arc
of his ear that he began to feel the discomfort of her touch. A
discomfort made worse by the soft smile still on her face.

“Relax.”
The smile slowly turned clinical but the touch remained far to
intimate for him to do as she said.

“Izanami-san.”

Her hand left him as
she turned to the door and Sakuras voice.

“Haruno-san.”

“I’ll take
it from here. You’re needed in Naruto-kuns room.”
Sakuras voice was icy.

“Of course.”
Izanami looked down at him with that same soft smile. “Excuse
me, Sabaku-san.” She turned to leave.

Sakura slammed the door
so hard behind her the walls shook.

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Jomei Higo stood at the
edge of the tree line and looked one last time at his daughter. He
would miss her but the safety of his family meant more to him.
They’d already killed his wife, he would not lose her too.

“Is this enough?”
The young girl carried the box to her father and held it up for
inspection.

“I think it is.
Now put the lid on and tie it up with the cloth like I taught you.”

The girl wrapped a
brown cloth around the box and tied it with a strip of fabric. She
smiled at her handy work and handed the package to her father.

Jomei smiled as he
examined the box. Aki was only seven but she took pride in
everything she did. Large or small. She had no interest in being a
ninja and he never pressed her. She would marry well and have a good
and peaceful life. He would make sure of that.

“Very good,
sweetheart. You are so talented.”

She giggled and hugged
him then frowned as he place the package back in her hands.

“Now it’s
time to say goodbye.”

Her lip trembled and
tears began to form on her lashes.

“I don’t
want to go without you, daddy. Who will take care of me?”

He brushed the tears
from her eyes and ran his hand through her hair as he sighed.

“There will
always be someone to take care of you. And you have a very important
task. You have to deliver this package. It’s important he
receives this.”

She leaned into him and
rubbed her runny nose on his sleeve. His own eyes started to well
and he ruthlessly pushed them back, biting his cheek to keep the
swell in his throat from overtaking him.

“When will you
come?”

He swallowed and hugged
her a little tighter. His voice strained.

“As soon as I
can. Until then you be good and take care of the others.”

“I will, Daddy.”

A figure moved in from
behind a stand of trees.

“Higo-san. We
must go.” The voice was soft and male.

Jomei nodded and pulled
back from his daughter.

“Do as they say,
ask for help when you need it and deliver the package. I’ll
join you as soon as I can. I swear it.”

Aki smiled though tears
were now streaming down her face. She gave a small bow then frowned
at the masked figure now standing in the moonlight.

“They scare me,
Daddy.”

“They won’t
hurt you baby. They’re taking you someplace safe.” He
looked back at the masked figure then bent and kissed his daughters
cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,
Daddy.”

Aki whimpered as she
watched her father move quickly back the way they’d come. Her
eyes filled again and she brushed the tears with her sleeve. A hand
touched her shoulder lightly and she turned her face to the masked
ninja behind her.

“Why do you wear
scary masks?” She asked snuffling.

“Because I have a
special job and to do it no one can see my face.”

“That’s
very sad.”

“Do you really
think so?”

“Yes.” She
huffed then wrapped her arms around the package in her hand. “It’s
scary. If people could see you, you wouldn’t be so scary.”

The ninja nodded then
bent down to her as he looked around the clearing. They need to
leave soon before the boarder patrol made their rounds.

“Well then, I
guess there’s nothing for it. But you can’t tell.”

Aki nodded as he
gripped the bottom edge of the mask and lifted it. She peeked at him
then smiled.

“You look like a
little boy.” She giggled.

“Not so scary
then?” Sai asked with a shadow of a smile.

“No. Not so
scary.”

“Then you won’t
mind walking with me?” He asked, standing and holding out his
hand.

She looked back over
the desert and soft light of the moon that made the sand look white
against the black sky.

“Okay.”
She sighed softly and wiped another tear from her eye before taking
his offered hand and walking back to the camp and the group headed
for Konoha.

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A lone figure sat on
the battlements and stared out over the quiet sand. A movement
caught his eye and he watched as a man ran across the desert toward
the gates then disappeared behind the southern wall.

“Shiga!”

He turned toward the
station guard and waved, standing to hide the gates view with his
body.

“Anything
happening up here?”

Shiga shrugged and
lifted his book up to his nose. The orange cover standing out in the
predawn moonlight.

“Not a thing.
Pretty boring. Wish they’d give me a better station.”

“I wouldn’t
argue with the post. Here you have a shower.”

He shrugged lowering
his eyes to the page.

“How's the eye?”
The guard adjusted his vest and looked back toward the Northern
Tower.

Shiga touched the patch
over his right eye. “Fine. Medic said it'll be fine in a
month or so.”

The other nodded then
peered at the book in his hand. “What the hell is that crap
you’re reading anyway? I didn’t even know you could
read.”

Shiga smiled. “Well,
I wouldn’t call it reading.”

The guard moved to look
over his shoulder at the open page and grinned.

“You’re a
sick man. If you’re wife finds out you’re reading porn
she’s gonna drop your shit in a sand storm.”

Shiga gave a one eyed
smile.

“Oh, I don’t
think I have anything to worry about.”

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This felt like a
filler but I promise to get things back on track. Hope you enjoy.
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