Hello! This is the first entry in a series of short stories. These are going to be based on a RP I was doing with my friend Risa. Anyway, these are not in any order and are just shorts created from ideas I have. I might go back and do another story connected with one I've already written. If I do, then you'll know it. So... Yes. Kaiya and Ren (the baby) are my own characters, and Risa the character is obviously my friend's, please do not use any of them on your own. So, if you don't understand something that's going on you can send me a message or post a review (please review, I love them so much) and I'll explain. Otherwise, if it's a big gap, I can write a new chapter explaining. Sorry for the big long introduction, but I wanted to cover some ground material. Oh, and if you have read my 7MIH Naruto story, please tell me which character to do next, I'd like to update that, but have no idea who I should use. Anyway, on with the first chapter.
Kaiya look up from her place on the couch. Sasori and Deidara were arguing again, but it was about something unimportant. She put her hands on her growing stomach. "Hurry and be born, little one. Your father will be ecstatic and everyone will be happier…" She thought as she watched her two lovers fighting. She felt terrible, this was her fault, and she knew it.
She had slept with a man while on a mission, and was pregnant with his child. Not only did her family want to kill him for the demon inside of him, but now they wanted to kill him for touching her. "Naruto…I wonder how much I'll see him after this…maybe I should have gone back to Konoha with him…"
Kaiya deftly blocked a stray kunai that flew her way. "Oi, Danna! You almost hit Kaiya, un. Watch where you throw, old man!" Deidara screamed at the red haired man. Kaiya smiled at them, they may not be friendly, but the two did care about each other. She had been with them long enough to recognize that. She could read their body language better than they could. She closed her eyes, returning to her thoughts.
"I love Naruto, it's true, but…not like I love these two…" She couldn't deny it to herself. She had developed feelings for the rambunctious blonde ninja. He had been a good "husband" while they had been on that mission. He had been so sweet and affectionate that it had taken her by surprise at first. She had enjoyed the attention and the soft yet masculine way he held her. Deidara, Naruto, and Sasori were all so different, yet she loved each of them in her own way.
She loved Naruto, she was going to have his child and let him raise it. She loved him softly, it was a warm glow to her, a memory of a short time, but she had once thought of staying with him.
Deidara made her feel utterly comforted and wanted. He had always been there for her, and he really loved her, she knew that. She had married him after all. He was her husband, and she enjoyed being married to him. He was more passionate than Naruto, and more open about his feelings about her than Sasori. He was always willing to hold and kiss her.
Sasori was another story. He was colder than the other two. He was also more possessive. He wanted Kaiya to be his and no one else's. He was rougher when they did embrace or kiss, but he knew when to be gentle. She had been his fiancée, but Sakura had killed him. She had married Deidara after that because she needed someone. She had been distraught. Risa had brought him back for her, but that had made everything worse. He had tried to kill the child and had almost killed her in the process, Risa had saved her life. He had finally accepted that she was going to keep the baby, but was still upset that she hadn't left Deidara for him yet. "Should I leave Deidara? He's been so good to me, and I really do love him…"
It wasn't that same. She hadn't cared when Sasori had almost killed her. She was ready to die for him at any time. If that's what he wanted she would give her life to him without a moment's hesitation. She loved him, and always had. He was the one that brought her to the Akatsuki when he joined; he had always been there when she had really needed him. He was the love of her life, and she didn't know if she could leave him. He was her reason for living, and if he died again, Kaiya knew that she would follow him soon.
"I've really messed up this time, haven't I?" She sighed "Sasori, Deidara, who should I choose? I love them both, in different ways, but I can't hurt either of them." She brushed her long dark hair over one shoulder and combed through it with her fingers. It was a nervous habit she had picked up from Ino during the time she had spent in Konoha. "I…can't do this much longer. I have to make my choice, whether it kills me or not." A tear traced its track down her pale cheek, a sign of the pent up frustration she felt almost constantly anymore.
"Kaiya? Are you okay, un?" Deidara side-stepped the puppet master and walked over to the woman sitting on the couch. "Is she okay? She's been really emotional lately, but she still doesn't cry a lot…maybe it's the pregnancy?" He thought. He sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap. He didn't say anything, but put his arms around her shoulders and sat with her. "Hey, brat! Who gave you permission to touch my woman?" Sasori growled at the tall blonde. He pulled Kaiya's arm and brought her over to him, holding her protectively. Deidara glared at him, "And who gave you permission to touch my wife, un?" He glared at the Scorpion, still sitting on the couch.
Kaiya giggled a bit, listening to an argument that had become routine since Sasori has been revived. She didn't mind really, it was nice to make them show that they wanted her to themselves. Especially Sasori, who was usually more reserved about showing his feelings about her to other people. Deidara was busy trying to kill Sasori with his eyes, but Sasori heard her laugh and looked down at her. "Something funny, Kaiya?" The scorpion already knew what she was laughing about, but he still wanted to make her explain herself. "Just you two, watching you fight, it's amusing." He wrapped his arms around her chest and held her to him, smiling at the smile she was trying to hide now.
Deidara was sputtering at this intimate exchange. "Watch the stomach!" Kaiya protested as Sasori lifted her off her feet slightly. "Oh yes, this," Sasori put his hands on either side of her stomach, "Well, next time, it will be my child." Kaiya turned her head away, thankful that she didn't blush often. "Hey! You're not the one she married, if she wants another baby, it'll be mine, un!" Deidara had jumped up and pulled her away from Sasori.
Kaiya was too stunned to say anything. "Are they really arguing about who is going get me pregnant next?" She screamed in her head. "Over my dead body." Sasori's glare was cold as ice as he pulled Kaiya back over to him. Deidara smirked and grabbed Kaiya again, "Been there, done that. But I'd like to go there again, un." Kaiya came to her senses and stepped away from Deidara. "Dei, that's too far," She held her arm and looked at the ground "Don't joke about Saso dying again." She rubbed her arm and avoided their eyes. "Oh shit… I forgot that she's still upset about that." Deidara was upset at himself for making her feel worse than he knew she already did. Sasori walked over to her and brought her close to him again, "its fine Kaiya, I'm right here. I'm staying here this time; we'll get married after the Kyuubi's child is born."
Deidara walked forward, he had no promises to make to her. Before Sasori had died, he had been her best friend; he knew how much she loved the Scorpion. Since he was Sasori's partner, he had an understanding of how much the he loved the shadow user, too. Deidara knew how much trouble she was having choosing between them, but he loved her too, and wasn't planning on letting Sasori win this fight. He stood on her other side and put his arms around her waist and rested his head on top of hers, inhaling her scent.
Kaiya relaxed in their arms and leaned against her two lovers. They stood still for a while. The team that loved each other enough to die for one another, the team that even death had not been able to break apart.