The Illegitimate Child

by LaneE8U

Set in the modern world: Rumor has it that Gaara is an illegitimate child. His father is the chairman of a large corporation, who seems to be buying the rumor. His mother, however, swears that she never cheated on his father. A DNA test later confirms the rumor. Thus Gaara swears to only live for himself, and love no one. What happens when a pink hair punk step into his life?

1. The Beginning

Cover Image (c) kivi1230. DEVIANTART. Permission Granted.

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A/N:
***I checked the Reader Traffic and noticed how more than half of the readers that clicked open this fanfic DID NOT continue on to chapter 2. I admit, I have the tendency to make the beginnings slow moving. Chapters 1, 2 & 3 can be treated as insightful background info. If you are a reader that absolutely can't stand slow paced chapters, SKIP TO CHAPTER 3 (trust me, you will not miss any major chunk of the plot. Chapter 3 summarizes chapters 1 & 2 in a way), although it is recommended for you to read from the beginning.****

Chapter 1 is written in third person (in future chapters, the POV will be switching). And it focuses on life when Gaara is still in his mother's womb.
This chapter thus features Karura, Gaara's mother; Temari, Gaara's elder sister; and Kankuro, Gaara's elder brother.
As for the romance between Gaara and Sakura, it will be in later chapters. Please bear patience. I expect this fanfic to be 20+ chapters.
And be reminded, this fanfic is set in modern time.

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THE ILLEGITIMATE CHILD

A Naruto Fan-fiction

Naruto-Rated: T-English-GAARA & SAKURA H.

CHAPTER 1- The Beginning

Ah, here comes the kick. Karura massages her protruded belly very gently. It has grown. Karura's face softens and manages a smile. The bigger her belly, the happier she feels. Because inside is her precious baby boy. Just last month the ultrasound has confirmed it. Karura lets out a soft chuckle. She remembers the joy on her husband's face. "Another one? This is truly a time for celebration! Karura, you must rest well for the benefit of our son!" he has said. Though the joy on his face was apparent, Karura felt uneasy about it. Just a bit, she swears. Why do I doubt the sincerity of it? Karura cannot help but questioned once more.

"Mama, mama. Kan's doing it again! Taking out diaper! Ewy." Karura's oldest daughter, four-year-old Temari comes running and yelling, interrupting Karura's flow of thoughts. Temari's footsteps are loud against the wooden glazed floor.

Karura grins. "Well then Temari, please do the honor of leading the way." Temari likes it when her mother speaks formally.

"Yes, yes, Mama, come this way!" Temari yells happily, running once again across the floor into the hallway and then into the play room, where toys of all sorts pile up at every corner. There, three-year-old Kankuro sits and struggles to pull out his diaper. It is not the first time.

"My little Kankuro, how many times have I told you not to?" says Karura, going over to her son and picking him up. She brings him to the living room where a mat lays for changing the diaper. "Next time, just tell Mama, and I'll change it." Little Kankuro says "Diaper. Mama change." in reply.

After the diaper change, Temari yawns and asks, "Mama, time for nap yet?"

Karura looks at the grandfather clock above the TV. 2:20 PM. "You're right! Nap time is to be proceeded then."

"Wait," whines Temari, "story first."

"Very well then. Which one do you want to hear?"

Temari wonders. As she wondered, the crashing waves of outside can be heard. The living room is connected to the balcony. And it all faces the seashore. The perfect scenery and crashing of the waves always enlighten the mood.

"No fairytales. I want to hear 'bout you and papa love story," says Temari finally.

"This will be your tenth time hearing it then!"

"I don't care. I don't mind. I never tire of it, can hear it all the time!"

Karura laughs, "Oh you sly little Temari. Just like your Papa sometimes. Anyhow, should I start with the beginning?"

"Of course!" Temari nods.

"Before we start—" Karura strokes Temari's blonde hair. "—Look at you, growing bigger each day. Your green eyes resemblance mine really well."

"Silly Mama. We are mother and daughter! Duh!"

"You're right! And Kankuro—"

Just then, Kankuro moves closer to Karura and leans on her. "Papa looks me?"

"It's the other way around, silly. You're the one that looks like Papa, especially with your auburn hair and eyes, dearest."

Temari jumps in. "That's not fair. I wanna look like Papa."

Karura puts on a stern face. "What," she says. "You do not wish to look like me?"

Temari runs to Karura and sits next to her on the other side. "Never mind. I, Temari, don't want to look like a man. Papa's manly!"

Temari ends up chanting, "Manly Papa. He pees standing up! Manly Papa. He pees standing up!" She goes about the room, stomping her feet and flinging her arms into the air, exaggerating and moving along with her chant.

Karura cannot help but let out a wholehearted laugh. "Now you got that right!" With that, Temari and Kankuro join in with the laughter.

"Don't forget the brother right here," Temari bursts out, placing her tiny hands on Karura's belly. "Feels funny."

"Why, that is because he's kicking."

"He doesn't like me?"

"No, no, it is purely a sign of affection."

"Aha! Hooray, brother likes me. Mama, what's his name?"

Karura suddenly turns silent. Her whole expression changes, the smile leaving her face.

"Well, Mama? You hear?" asks Temari.

Karura fakes a weak smile to reassure Temari. "I-I-I do not know about that. I mean, your father has been so busy lately. He should be back in time from one of his business trips. But-but, I do plan to name our baby boy right here… Gaara. Anyhow, let's begin the love story between your father and me now."

Temari is puzzled, seeing the worried expression on Karura's face. But as soon as Karura begins the story, all seems to be well.

At least for now.