Title: Possessive
Summary: When a demon takes interest in you, it's sort of difficult to prove that you're just as capable as everybody else. "Shukaku or no Shukaku, stop interrupting my spars or blocking attacks meant for me!"
AN: So it's come to my attention that nearly almost twice a day I get hit by a plot bunny no matter how random whatever it was I had been doing at the moment was. As such my good friend Jellydonut16 sort of made me realize that I should just upload a story that contains scenes all the plot bunnies make me write since it's not very nice of me to start one story after another and not update or finish any of them. So here's the first of many scenes.
Pairing: GaaSasu. I really want to do prompts though! Especially between the understated pairings (the compilation won't be GaaSasu all the time. More often than not it might be NaruSasu).
Sasuke braced himself, feet firmly on the ground and arms stretched out. He was waiting but hell if he wasn't excited. He could feel them coming and he couldn't keep still. The twisted smile on his face was enough to call demonic.
It had been too fucking long.
Duck. Jump. Dodge. Pivot. Swing. The combination of his legendary movements had seemed foreign even to himself. Inwardly he frowned, he hadn't thought he would need that much practice. Sure, it'd been a while but a year of doing nothing but sit and munch couldn't have been enough to erase nine years worth of training ingrained into his noggin.
"Already down bastard?!"
Evidently it can. Sasuke stared at the ceiling wondering just when that little bastard managed to sweep a leg under him and got him on his back. It only took a split second to get back to his feet and return the favor, but with more flourish so as the idiot and the wall met in a very intimate hug.
There was no more talk following that. It was the usual code. When someone was serious, there was no time for words. Just taijutsu and ninjutsu that meant severe pain and solemn business. No one got in their way when they got like this and for that Sasuke was thankful.
"Tajuu kage bunshin no jutsu."
Twenty Naruto's. Maybe more.
"Katon Goryuka no Jutsu."
No Naruto's. None left.
Sasuke heard the huff of frustration and the hairs on the nape of his neck stood alert, his blood pumping furiously as his chakra spiked up. This was it. No more games.
"I'm bringing Kurama out you bastard!" Naruto growled. "It's not fair that you just kill all my clones without even giving them the opportunity to fight."
"Don't use clones that disappear so easily then." Sasuke taunted, rolling his shoulders back at the pissed off blonde. "At least make them dodge or you know, move away from my attacks."
Duck. Jump. Dodge. Pivot. Swing. This was easier now. He could remember every other battle he'd had to face and every technique that he had at his disposal. This was Naruto he was fighting, there was no need to go easy. Going easy would be a bigger insult than Sasuke laughing at his friend should he lose.
"Rasengan!"
Sasuke concentrated on diverting his chakra towards his hand. He needed to time this right. If he went earlier than the second he needed to then it would result to chakra embedding itself into his stomach and if he went later than that it would end up with his Chidori in Naruto's head. He was not aiming to kill. Maim but not kill.
"Ah!"
… Then there was that.
Sand. Grainy sand polluted the very air he breathed and irritated his eyes thus forcing him to close them. Losing his sight was very bad for the situation he was in but he didn't really need to worry about that. Naruto's shouts about the sudden interruption of their little spar made it quite clear that he and Sasuke were in about the same boat.
"Kiri kiri mai."
Sasuke did not relax in the sandy grip around his waist no matter how familiar it was to him. He waited for the strong gust of wind that he knew was coming before he turned his head, opening his eyes to stare at the stoic redhead who did not look even the slightest bit ashamed for interrupting their spar.
Temari had tucked her fan away before making her way to help Naruto down. Both blondes then made themselves scarce but did not leave the room. A volatile Sasuke (no matter how much it didn't appear to be) was not a good addition to Gaara (no matter what mood he was in).
Sasuke closed his eyes for a moment, willing the annoyance he felt to just ebb away. When he opened them to meet clearly unabashed green eyes did the vein by his neck pulse so strong he actually felt it. Lifting one hand Sasuke gestured for Gaara to let him down.
Instead of his request, the redhead made his way forward instead until Sasuke and he were face to face. The hand made of sand still had him a tight grip, enough that he couldn't escape it and enough that he was still breathing properly.
"Was that necessary?" Sasuke ground out once he was sure Gaara was ready for his verbal bashing. Again and again and again they'd had this conversation. He was sure that the redhead was getting sick of them.
"What you were doing was dangerous." Gaara replied, shrugging his shoulders. It looked weirder than it did when he smiled but there was nothing to be done about it.
Sasuke's eye twitched at the inane reply and he fought very hard to pull a Naruto and start huffing all over the place like an out of breath wolf. "Gaara, have you forgotten?"
"Hmm?"
"I am a ninja." The Uchiha snarled. "Danger will always be with me and it's my job to avoid it or if necessary face it head on. You can't keep it away from me anymore than I can keep it away from you."
Gaara seemed to be searching Sasuke's face for something as the brunette continued to rant. It wasn't something you saw every day. It seemed only Gaara, Itachi or Naruto could drive Sasuke to a chattering mess. Anybody else was ignored or given the cold shoulder that went beyond zero degrees Celsius.
The redhead's eyes stopped when they reached Sasuke's forehead and Sasuke knew what Gaara saw.
"You're my ninja." Gaara said as he raised a hand and tapped the forehead protector before idly tracing the Sand symbol neatly ingrained in it. Then a bit of sand seemed to find itself raising the Kazekage's head piece, raising it high enough that Sasuke could see it. "And I can keep you from danger. My word is law."
Sasuke scowled. "In Suna maybe."
"And it's where you'll always be."
"You can't keep me here Gaara." Sasuke snapped.
"I've succeeded so far." The redhead crossed his arms. The tell-tale signs of a smirk was enough for Sasuke to generate enough chakra and send bolts of lightning to course through the sand surrounding him and though he didn't set it high enough to hurt, Sasuke was back down to his feet, ignoring the amused air surrounding Gaara.
He fought very hard to ignore the tendril of Sand, hard and rough grains so soothing compared to the smooth palms that had once been used to put marks on his skin, gently push back part of his bangs before moving to cup his chin, forcing his head up.
"Remember, you did it for him." Warm hands now wrapped around his waist and Sasuke held his breath as he watched his redheaded one year old toddle whilst gripping Naruto's hands. The idiot made a great uncle and Sasuke knew that by the way Naruto looked at his son.
The low baritone surrounded him, his heart pumping hard as he leaned back against the shorter man. Gaara's hands moved from simply being wrapped around his waist, to tightening enough that both palms now stroked Sasuke's stomach. "Now you'll do it for her."
The warm breath caressing his neck had it flushing ever so slightly and Sasuke turned his head, still frustrated. "You could at least give me my spars. It's been a year since I've been on any mission and you have no idea how frustrating it is to keep… all this in."
Gaara clucked his tongue. "But I do give you your spars."
"No." Sasuke shook his head. "You give me the illusion of my spars before you go and ruin it just when it gets interesting. Much more you drag my brother into it too."
Gaara hummed. "You could get hurt."
"Could." Sasuke echoed. "Naruto knows I'm pregnant. He won't intentionally hurt me."
"Accidents happen."
"You're telling me." Sasuke closed his eyes and just stayed in the moment. He was angry, yes. Frustrated, yes. But he knew that Gaara only really cared.
There was absolute silence for a moment, filled with only the sound of bubbly laughter coming from the other side of the room where Sabure was being entertained by his godparents. Sasuke was sure his son was looking for Kiba but Naruto had said that his boyfriend was out on a mission.
And how Sasuke envied him.
"I can't… really help it Sasuke." Gaara's voice trailed off. "Shukaku just… he doesn't want any one touching you especially if they were set to hurt."
"Shukaku or no Shukaku, stop interrupting my spars or blocking attacks meant for me!" Sasuke cried (because Uchiha's didn't whine). He didn't struggle to get out of Gaara's hold though despite the fact that had he wanted loose he would have done it earlier.
There was more silence then and Sasuke wondered if he'd actually hit a nerve. He'd never gotten mad at Gaara when it was made clear that his Bijuu was in charge for whatever hit the sore spot. Just like he'd never gotten mad at Naruto when the idiot let Kurama take over enough that he'd copped a feel (which resulted to a rather horrifying death match with the Inuzuka that Sasuke did not want a repeat of).
"After."
Sasuke turned his head. "After what?"
"After Kasai is born." Gaara nuzzled the back of his neck.
"What happens then?" Sasuke asked as he fought the urge to move away. When Gaara was feeling this affectionate, it meant that the redhead was plotting something. Usually it was something Sasuke wouldn't like.
"You can return to sparring." Gaara said. "No interruptions, no interference, no rules, no repercussions. Nada, zip."
Sasuke refused to even breathe. He waited for the ball to drop.
"So long as the opponent is only me."
Sasuke's breath hitched. "That's not fair."
"That's my final offer."
Sasuke squirmed his way (like hell he'd ever admit that squirming was the only thing that made Gaara let go) out of the hold on his waist and turned to glare at Gaara. He knew that the desperation he felt mirrored greatly in his eyes. "Can't I spar with Naruto or anybody else?"
There was a moment were Gaara's eyes gleamed a dark gold before they returned to their sea green. "Shukaku says no."
Sasuke visibly bristled. "Call him off."
"I can't." Gaara pulled him close and even then Sasuke didn't fight him. "We take care of what's ours."
"Am I property to you?" Sasuke deadpanned though he knew the answer was no. He immediately regretted his question when Gaara froze like ice against him and he leaned his head to rest on the redhead's shoulder in a silent apology. "I didn't mean that."
"Yes you did." Gaara hummed. "But that's okay. I know that Shukaku can be possessive."
Sasuke smirked. "It's not just him."
"I know." Gaara leaned up and pressed their lips together, pulling back enough that he could look Sasuke in the eye. The Sharingan came to life then, tomoe spinning lazily. The Uchiha could see Shukaku nearly vibrating with glee. "You don't go doing anything stupid kid!"
"Hmm." Sasuke blinked and lost the Sharingan just as Naruto bounded up to them, Sabure in his arms. The redhead baby was chewing on his fist, content to laze about in his godfather's arms.
"You settle everything yet?" The blonde asked, eyeing both Sasuke and Gaara. He got a nod from his fellow Kage and sighed in relief. "That's good to hear. I don't want another one of your fights taking its toll on Suna."
"Don't dismiss the idea yet." Sasuke grumbled. "We are not finished."
"I know." The smirk now formed on Gaara's face, his eyes bleeding black and gold. "And we're ready. Bring it on kid."
