A/N: Wow, it's been a long time since I updated. Sorry everyone. There aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done! Plus, I've had severe writers block :( :( :( Not fun. If you've forgotten what's going on in the story, you can always glance back at the last couple of chapters and recap. Anyway… here's the next chapter of Shiraha! :D I hope you like it.
WARNING: You have been warned.
Chapter 9: Fuufu Genka wa inu mo Kuwanu
"You do realise the seriousness of this situation, don't you?" one Council elder hissed at another.
The atmosphere was tense. Nine members of the Council and various elite Suna shinobi were currently engaged in a heated discussion regarding the new developments in the case of the missing children. Gaara sat calmly, observing the opinions being fired around him. In front of him, a letter rested on the table. It was the most recent correspondence from Konoha. He glanced over it.
Lord Kazekage,
In response to the information you have provided, the severity of our present situation has been exposed in full.
Our own investigation has uncovered that Zeshin is being aided in his work by a group of former Sound ninja who went into hiding after Orochimaru's death, hoping to gain new power from Zeshin's 'Soul Program' experiments. Heaven forbid the remaining Akatsuki members get in on this. It has to be stopped, now. It is in the critical interests of both our nations to co-operate in the matter.
Two Konoha shinobi have been dispatched to Suna for the purpose of aiding in a rescue operation, and I have personally seen to this myself. Naruto Uzumaki and Ino Yamanaka should be arriving in Suna in a day's time. Sasuke Uchiha is already in Suna, and he will also be a member of the squad.
Regards,
Tsunade.
Gaara turned his attention back to the discussion.
"And we are to trust the tales of a ten year old boy?" a Council member snapped in reply.
"The child has yet to prove untruthful. Everything we have uncovered independently has matched his statements." A Jonin answered coolly.
"Oh yes, I forgot, he's psychic, isn't he?" the Council member scoffed sarcastically. "Last time I checked, we were shinobi. Shinobi who deal in facts and logic, not superstitious prophecies and the fanciful stories of a child."
"You want facts, do you? How's this for facts… over a hundred children have vanished from Suna and Konoha. These children are our legacy, the next generation of shinobi who will defend this village. It is our duty to protect that future!" another voice shouted. There were murmurs of agreement from around the table.
"Yes. These experiments could create catastrophic new powers that are yet in our scope of understanding. If these powers fall into the wrong hands, we're all done for. It could cause another ninja war, one that is on a completely different level to anything we have yet to witness. We must prevent this at any cost" came the agreement of the Jonin.
The cynical Council member grimaced sourly. "I advise you not to act rashly on account of mere speculation, Lord Kazekage" he warned in Gaara's direction. Gaara held up one hand and the room quieted at his authority.
"Enough" he ordered coldly. "Shiraha does indeed have unnatural abilities. I know this to be the absolute truth. He is our living evidence… And I trust him" he paused momentarily. "We will go ahead with our original plan. Our main priority is to rescue the children. A squad of shinobi will travel to Kumogakure and launch a rescue mission."
The cynical Council member scowled in defeat.
The Jonin spoke up. "Konoha has sent us three of their shinobi for this mission. Who will we, Sunagakure, send with them?"
All heads turned in the Kazekage's direction, awaiting his reply to see which of their finest shinobi would partake. Gaara did not falter, nor did he hesitate in his reply.
"I will go"
A heavy silence was marked by a few muffled gasps.
"L-Lord Kazekage… do you think that is wise?"
Gaara stood. He gazed intently around the room at faces full of disapproval. His associates were clearly against the idea, but Gaara knew they would not challenge his decision. Gaara understood the implications of what he was getting himself into. This would potentially be the most viciously dangerous mission of his life so far. Afterall, no one knew what strange surprises and mutations awaited them at Zeshin's headquarters in Kumogakure. And there would be the moral conflict of fighting and killing children, which was a very real possibility - Zeshin was probably using the child test subjects as weapons. Who knows what powers they might possess? Would Gaara be able to find the will to kill innocent children if he had to? Would he be able to handle that? He could lose his life, and then Sunagakure would be without its leader, his children without a father. There were so many complications, but Gaara dismissed them all. He knew what he had to do. He would save his village's children. He would show Shiraha that there was more to this world than pain, abuse, and torturous solitude. His expression was stone-set as he addressed his subordinates.
"This matter is personal to me. No doubt you all understand why…" he looked around at the people in the room. A few heads lowered shamefully as they remembered that Gaara too had been an experiment.
"Plus, I promised a woman that I would bring her daughter back to her…" he added quietly, recalling the pain on Mrs Tanaka's face as she begged him to save her only child.
No more opposition came from the gathering. They knew Gaara's mind could not be changed. They knew what he had to do.
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Gaara finished work late that night. He left the labyrinthine Council building and was met by the crisp night air. The responsibility of what he had just agreed to do weighed heavily on him. The fates of so many were depending on him now. He felt a little more refreshed upon escaping the musty atmosphere of the building. He was back where he belonged, out in the quiet, cold calm of the desert night. This was where he'd spent the most significant times of his life. Everything always made more sense by moonlight, everything was clearer. By nature he was a creature of twilight, reaching his zenith much more easily in darkness. He took a few moments to gather his senses, allowing his tired spirit to soak up the atmosphere. A light breeze kissed upon his face. Somewhere in the distance a desert fox called to its cubs.
Gaara walked out onto the steps and scanned the dark empty street. Everyone had gone home to their families no doubt. Gaara's heart sank at this. At this moment, he wanted the same thing. All he wanted to do was return home and have dinner with his rather animated family, and then go to sleep with his wife in his arms. No chance of that happening. All that awaited him when he returned was silence, a cold meal, and a cold woman who now hated him. Gaara and Naoko had not spoken for days. She had begun sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms.
In truth, Gaara was terrified. Terrified of losing Naoko. Not only had Setsuko's arrival pushed Naoko away from Gaara, but now he was due to risk everything on a mission. There couldn't have been a worse time for such a responsibility, really. He wasn't sure whether their marriage would recover under such pressure. They had never argued to this extent before. Never ignored each other like this. Usually their disagreements were explosive, but over quickly. This was different. He had made a terrible error, and pushed away the person who had ended his loneliness. No doubt that loneliness would return without Naoko around. He wasn't sure if he could bear to lose the love he had craved all his life and treasured upon finding it. Gaara brought one hand to his tense brow and massaged it. An empty ache pounded in his chest. Perhaps he was a monster afterall, he thought. He always seemed to destroy things one way or another.
He sighed and focused on the evening instead, closing down his emotions at once and concentrating on the darkness. His consciousness blended into the air and the moonlight. But somewhere along the way, his brain rebelled. His mind asked questions. What is Naoko doing right now? What's on her mind? Does she miss me?
His thoughts were interrupted by his sudden awareness of an object on the steps a few metres away. Gaara grimaced and approached. He stood over the object, and upon inspection, found that this 'object' was actually Shikamaru, fast asleep on the Council building steps. Stuck to his forehead was a piece of paper that read 'lazy ass'. Shikamaru shuffled slightly and opened one eye. He saw the dark figure looming over him.
"AAARRRGHHHHH"
Not realising he was on a flight of stairs, he scrambled unwittingly, lost his balance and rolled down the steps. The end of his descent was marked by a yelp and a "what the fuck?!"
He glanced back at the figure anxiously before recognising his brother-in-law, who watched him blankly.
"Jeez, don't do that! You're kinda sinister in the dark…" he drawled, rubbing his head.
Gaara let out a low chuckle and walked over. Shikamaru looked around in a daze.
"It's dark already? Last thing I remember, it was afternoon. I think I was waiting for Temari… must've fallen asleep…" he mumbled.
Gaara motioned to the message on Shikamaru's forehead. "Looks like she left without you"
Shikamaru felt around and peeled the paper from his head before examining it. "…Huh…"
He reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled packet of cigarettes, removing a stick and straightening it out before setting it between his lips. He scrabbled around in his pocket again to find his lighter. A bright flash of fire ignited the cigarette and he inhaled deeply.
"Want one?" he asked, blowing out smoke and holding the packet out towards the redhead.
Gaara simply shook his head. Shikamaru shrugged and crammed the cigarettes back into his pocket.
"I guess I'll be getting the cold shoulder tonight. Troublesome woman" he sighed.
"Hn"
"That makes two of us, right?" he joked.
Gaara didn't reply.
"It's that bad, is it?" Shikamaru asked, trying to coax the Sabaku into conversation.
Gaara shuffled and sat down on the step beside Shikamaru.
"I'm not sure what I should do…" the Kazekage confided sheepishly.
"I know it's not your strong point, but have you tried talking to her?" Shikamaru drawled sarcastically.
"If I talk to her, she ignores me. It's like I'm not there" Gaara replied, frowning.
"Women are troublesome" Shikamaru began with a sense of expertise, "When they say one thing, they actually mean something entirely different. They're like equations… they seem impossible, but there's always a formula. You just have to crack the code, and then the puzzle suddenly makes sense…"
Gaara looked at the Nara blankly. To Shikamaru, everything was a puzzle that required a strategy. Gaara however was somewhat less delicate in how he approached things. Sensing Gaara's confusion, Shikamaru elaborated.
"Look Gaara, basically, if she's ignoring you, it means she wants you to chase her. She wants to see you fight for her attention. She wants to know that you care."
Gaara frowned and mused upon this for a while.
"But how do I know that? If I try to force her to talk she might…"
"Attack you?" Shikamaru finished. "Yeah… it happens…" he recalled. Temari had a fiery temper.
"And then she might hate me even more…" Gaara replied.
"Man, she doesn't hate you. Seriously, try my formula. I think you'll find it works. All women just want affection. Trust me…" he said, blowing out smoke. "And what about this Setsuko girl?"
"She's just a friend" Gaara snapped.
"From what I've heard it sounds like she wants a lot more from you than just friendship…"
"She was the only person who acknowledged me in my youth. I can't just turn her away. I'd feel worthless" he defended.
"And what about how Naoko feels? Imagine if it was the other way around. If some guy from Naoko's past suddenly came back after all these years and decided that he wanted her? If some other guy was trying to get off with your wife? How would you feel?"
The Kazekage let out a low growl, enough to make Shikamaru's blood run cold.
"Exactly. You'd feel the same way Naoko does right now. You need to think carefully, Gaara…" he said, rising to his feet to leave.
"…You need to work out where your loyalty lies… with Naoko, or with Setsuko. Because you can't have it both ways. Is your world worth giving up just because some chick decides it's convenient to reappear after 17 years? Maybe you need to let the past be the past…" he concluded, walking away in the direction of his home.
"And now, I get my ass kicked" he called, sending a limp wave in Gaara's direction before disappearing around the corner.
No sooner had Shikamaru departed when Gaara suddenly heard the clicking of high heels approaching from behind him.
"Gaara? What are you doing out here so late?"
It was Setsuko, right on cue. She sat closely beside him on the steps, openly admiring his exotic good looks and awaiting his reply. Gaara remained facing forwards. His lungs were choked by her heavy perfume.
"I was just about to go home. And you?" he said flatly.
"I came out for some air. How delightful that you happened to be out here too. We must stop running into each other like this!" she joked.
"Hn" Gaara replied.
Setsuko raised an eyebrow. "You seem drained. Talk to me" she insisted, her soft hands gently cupping his face to look at her. Gaara was met by the sight of the beautiful woman, her heavily made-up eyes and the bust that was unashamedly boasted by a low cut camisole. He noticed the hardened bumps at the front of her top.
"You must be cold" Gaara stated.
"I am. We could always go back to my apartment, where it's warm… I'm sure I can help you relax…" she flirted. Her voice was softer. Quiet and breathy, in the way that lovers talk after they've consummated their love. Gaara knew what she was implying.
"Setsuko…" Gaara began reluctantly.
"Gaara, you know this feels right" she interrupted. "Why do you think you and Naoko aren't working out? It's because you and her were never meant to be…" She moved closer to him, slyly pressing her breasts against him. Gaara could feel the hardened nipples rub against the flesh of his upper arm. He twitched slightly.
"…But you and I, Gaara… you and I were meant to be" she continued, her voice a sensual whisper in his ear. "We always were, right from the start. You know that. You can't deny it. We're… the same breed, Gaara." Her fingers began to spider-walk up his thigh. Gaara was tense and perfectly still. She was offering herself to him, and his energy was so drained he wasn't sure if his resistance would be strong enough. Sure, a fuck would probably clear his mind right now. Everything was so hopeless, what did he have to lose?
"Naoko was simply the first girl to show you attention. You were young and naïve and you must have been swept away by all those new feelings. It was an easy mistake to make. But Naoko is a mere peasant girl. How could she possibly understand your needs?" she lingered on the last word, forming a snake-like hiss. "She could never satisfy you the way I can" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Her insults directed at Naoko triggered an impulse in Gaara. He suddenly grabbed her exploring hand, a swift and decisive action that shocked both of them. His grip was tight and uncompromising, a warning of sorts. No doubt he was hurting her.
"Naoko didn't attack you, did she?" he asked in a low growl.
Setsuko squirmed, trying to free her hand from his iron grasp. Her face contorted in discomfort.
"Gaara, what do you mean?"
He looked her straight in the eye, his gaze piercing.
"All the things you said about her hurling abuse at you… it was a lie, wasn't it?" his voice was eerily calm, a low and dangerous snarl.
She finally snatched her arm away from his grip, looking at him with hurt and feigned innocence.
"What on earth makes you think I would lie to you, Gaara?" she gasped, her eyes wide.
Gaara's mind chastised himself brutally. How had he been such a fool? To believe someone he no longer knew rather than the wife who never lied to him. Sense suddenly hit him hard, and the realisation stung. He remembered the first time he met Naoko. She had been the only one to shatter his defences and enter his heart. The only one able to make him feel that way. He remembered the first night they made love, the way she had caused him a jolt of feeling from an inside deeper than he knew he had. Spasms of a deep, sweet hurt reminded him why he had fallen so in love with her. Everything else paled in comparison to Naoko. Setsuko was a poor substitute.
Gaara had allowed Naoko into his heart, and he was determined that she would not leave it. Without a word, and having seemingly forgotten Setsuko's presence, he stood abruptly and began walking home to set right what he had almost thrown away. To reclaim what was his.
Setsuko quickly rose to her feet and called after him desperately, her practised elegance now tainted with indignant arrogance.
"But Gaara! You can have me. Just say the word!" she shouted, but he was already rounding the corner out of her sight.
"Goodbye, Setsuko" he answered.
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Naoko gazed out of the bedroom window. It was late, and Gaara still hadn't come home. All the possibilities raced through her mind. Could he be with Setsuko? Naoko remained still and expressionless as she thought this. Not because it didn't bother her, but rather because she had already cried so much that she had nothing left within her. All that she could do was stare at the moon, silent and pensive. If Gaara was spending the night with Setsuko, there was nothing Naoko could do about it. She sighed sadly.
What she didn't know was that, at that exact moment, Gaara was watching her. He stood in the doorway. Her back was towards him as she gazed out at the deep night sky. Gaara smiled slightly, enjoying the fact that she had no idea of his presence. Watching her like this, in all her cluelessness and vulnerability, he felt closer to her than he had felt in days. There was an intimacy in sharing this moment with her, without her knowing. In the dark room, the moonlight ghosted over her body, adding an ethereal glow to her skin. Her jet-black hair flowed delicately over her small shoulders, the hue of night giving it an almost blue tone. Her face was tilted up slightly as her empty eyes sought the sky. So still and quiet, it seemed to Gaara that her dreamlike elfin beauty was an illusion that was too pure to be real, and she would disappear if he entered her realm.
Naoko remained oblivious to the fact that there was someone behind her. She absentmindedly curled a lock of hair around her finger and continued staring at the outside world, watching silhouettes that might have been there or might not. It was hard to tell in such darkness. If she stared hard enough, everything melded into one pitch-black void, losing all definition.
The sudden sound of the bedroom door slamming shut caused her to jolt with shock. Her heart jumped to her throat. She spun around, and her eyes locked with Gaara's. Instantly she altered her innocent, frightened expression to one of narrow eyed hostility, although she had to admit she was relieved that it was him. Assuming her combat mode, she spoke.
"What have you been doing this late, Kazekage-sama?" she spat impersonally.
"Working" he replied in a monotone.
"Huh… funny, I thought her name was Setsuko" came her indifferent response, tinged with bleak sarcasm as she continued to scowl at him. He almost smiled at how much she looked like Kizuki when he was sulking, but thought better of making fun of her when she was angry. None of these thoughts showed in his expression, and Naoko continued to await his reply.
"I love you" he said simply.
Naoko faltered. That had caught her completely off-guard. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise. She scanned his face as if to test his honesty. Frustrated by his unreadable, controlled expression, she retaliated.
"What game are you playing here, Gaara?"
Much to her annoyance, at that moment the barriers came down and her heart wrenched in her chest. She held back tears.
"This is cruel. You're breaking my heart…" she said softly.
A silence settled upon them both, during which Naoko bit harshly into her bottom lip to distract her from crying. Gaara suddenly realised the pain he was inflicting on her, and he hated himself for it, wanting only to hold her and make the pain go away, although he was secretly relieved that she was hurting: it meant that she still cared. Naoko watched her husband, and he watched her. They both waited to see who would make the next move.
Gaara finally turned away, lowering his gourd to the floor. Naoko watched him, examining every move he made, trying to read his intentions. She noted how his shoulders moved as the weight was removed from them, the way his fringe fell over his forehead as he bent down to rest the gourd on the ground, obscuring his eyes and the 'Ai' kanji. He straightened up again and cast a casual glance at Naoko before removing his shirt and tossing it into the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Despite the upset Naoko felt, her eyes roamed of their own accord, settling on Gaara's pale exposed torso. She watched his strong, muscular back as he walked over to a chair and sat down, proceeding to untie his boots. He halted when he concluded that Naoko wasn't going to stop staring.
"What?" he asked.
Naoko was slightly confused. He seemed to have forgotten that only moments ago they were involved in a deep discussion. Now he was acting as if nothing had happened.
"What are you doing?" she asked, puzzled.
"I plan on sleeping" he answered nonchalantly.
He stood up and unfastened his belt, starting to slide it out from around his hips, but stopped, as if he'd just remembered something. He recalled Shikamaru's advice.
"I've… really missed you these last few days. It's made me realise how much I need you"
Naoko stood firm, her expression remained defiant. Of course it was always a fight with Naoko. That was one of the reasons why he loved her so. But Gaara wouldn't be beaten. He let out a strained sigh.
"Please Naoko, can we stop this? Every day I'm alive is worth it because you're here. You're the only one I could ever love. Don't push me away. My life won't be worth living if you're not in it."
Naoko's face softened at his direct and honest words. He didn't often speak so candidly about his feelings. Her heart jolted at the words she had been longing to hear fall from his lips. Guilt overtook her.
"…I'm…I'm sorry…" she said quietly.
"For what?" asked Gaara.
She let out a laboured sigh.
"I guess I've been… irrational. And awkward. When instead, I should have been there for you. You're so busy and stressed. A wife should support her husband, not burden him." Her brow furrowed. "I know I'm a lousy wife. The Council members hate me. Everyone knows it. I'm sorry. I try to be a good wife, I really do… but… I guess I was scared that you'd realise they were right about me all along, and that you were more suited to Setsuko." She stopped, suddenly aware that Gaara was leaning with his back to the wall, with a roguish smile on his face.
Did he find her feelings amusing, she wondered? Somewhere in between trying to decide whether to be angry or upset, she couldn't help being distracted by the way he was looking at her. His aqua eyes glittered with something she recognised instantly. She took in the sight of him, his arms folded casually across his bare chest, his unbuttoned trousers. She felt herself heat up from his cool gaze that bore obvious intent.
Gaara watched the woman he was in love with. He was perplexed at how someone with such fiery, sylph-like exquisiteness could be jealous of Setsuko. The two women were entirely different. Setsuko was polished and decorated, Naoko untamed and captivating. To compare the two would be like trying to compare a thoroughbred show pony to a goddess.
"Is that really what you thought?" he ground out in reply, his smirk widening slightly.
His sultry voice made her shiver, coupled with his devastatingly good looks. Lust began to take over Naoko. The sort of lust that pooled hotly in her abdomen, causing her knees to go weak, until she could barely stand straight. The sort of lust that tore everything down.
"… I…"
Her whispered attempt at speech failed when Gaara walked towards her. He took her in his arms. In her present clouded state of mind all she could do was cling to him as he lowered his head to her shoulder, pulling down the strap of her top so he could kiss there. His mouth cleverly worked its way up her neck.
"You're a fool, Naoko…" he whispered against her skin, making her shiver. "… Such a fool…"
Naoko stopped herself before she could allow a gasp to escape her. She had not forgiven him yet and her pride was such that she would rather die than allow him this satisfaction. Her hands pressed against his chest as she tried to push him away.
"W-what makes you think you can have your way with me after what you've done?" she said, trying to sound fierce but failing.
His lips parted and his teeth nipped her earlobe, taking Naoko's breath away. With every feather-light, teasing kiss, her breathing got faster, and every nerve in her body started to wake up until her senses were fully heightened, awaiting the next sensation.
In one swift movement he pinned her against the wall, quicker than she could ascertain what was happening. There was a dull thud as Naoko's body slammed against the cold hard surface, and a split second later Gaara was pressed up against her. Naoko knew he had the physical advantage. He pinned both of her wrists up over her head with one hand. With his weight pressed against her she couldn't move, but she squirmed and struggled anyway, causing an erotic friction against him. He smiled at her feeble attempt to break free. Naoko's heart raced as Gaara's knee nudged her legs apart. He slipped his free hand into her pants and beneath the silken material of her underwear. The first touch of his deft fingers probing her womanhood caused her to throb with need and she gasped, moving her hips forward to allow him better access. He dipped one finger inside her lightly before removing it and bringing it in front of his face. He examined it, noting that it was soaked with slick wetness.
"It seems apparent that you want this, so stop acting like you don't" he mumbled lowly, still examining his sticky fingers, bringing them to his lips so he could taste her on them.
"And what about the kids? They'll hear" she snapped.
"Not if you shut up" he growled, finally losing his patience and disrobing her roughly. Every item of clothing that he ripped from her body was tossed somewhere in the dark room until Gaara was finally satisfied that he had his woman naked. He tightened his arms around her, taking in the familiar jasmine scent of her hair and the feel of the woman he'd missed so much lately. He held her then, his hands travelling softly along her body. His fingers played on her full hips, before skimming up her sides, adoring the supple skin beneath his hands. He jiggled one of her nipples with his thumb, and she moaned his name, the way she always did when he touched her like that. He kissed her deeply. It was a slow, sensual kiss that spoke volumes without a single word needing to be uttered. He smiled a little. Her soft, hot mouth tasted like sweet tea. Naoko's hands held him gently, her fingertips absentmindedly playing with the fine hair at the nape of his neck. She lifted up one leg and wrapped it around him to bring him closer, if that was possible.
"You're… such a bastard…" she gasped between kisses.
"Do you have to ruin the moment?" he jested darkly, before grabbing her by the waist and forcing her down on the bed.
Gaara knelt over her and gently pressed her thighs apart. Naoko saw that he was now naked. Slowly, and without breaking eye contact, he settled between her legs and moved his hips forward. His large, hot erection slid against her moistness. Naoko's back arched as a hiss escaped her lips. Gaara took his erection in his hand and proceeded to firmly rub the tip against Naoko's sensitive core. Almost crying out, Naoko grabbed Gaara tightly, muffling her cry by biting into his neck, causing him to release a low growl in the back of his throat. Her fingernails gripped his back desperately and he continued to rock against her, grinding their bodies together. He wanted to pound into her, but instead he maintained his slow, steady speed, loving the way it tortured Naoko to the edge of her sanity.
"Mmmm… Gaara… Gaara, please…" she begged, only just managing to keep her whining to a safe volume.
After hearing her like that, the way she was begging him to fuck her, it took everything Gaara had to resist. His manhood was already oozing masses of sticky pre-cum, and he fought to keep control. It was worth it to see Naoko this way. He took in the sight of her; ebony hair in disarray, a light flush covering her hot skin. He continued to grind, teasing her, and himself, mercilessly. Eventually he halted his movement. He clamped his hand firmly over her mouth, silencing her pleas.
"Not another word" he ordered in a husky growl.
He released his hand from her mouth, and Naoko felt him slide inside her slowly, until he was as deep within her as he could go. He claimed her lips in a kiss, his hips and tongue moving to the same slow-burning passionate rhythm. Naoko panted, twisting her hips beneath him. She lost the power to think. Her ears were filled with the sound of her own heart. In an effort to increase the pace, she planted her feet on the bed and used the leverage to thrust towards him. Gaara stifled a moan into a shaky gasp, and responded with a sharp thrust of his own. The intensity heightened until they were making violent love on just the right side of pain. Naoko squirmed and writhed enough to make the bed shake.
A sheen of sweat had settled over Gaara's body as he sensed Naoko's climax approaching. Sure enough, her eyelids fluttered as her body contracted around him, squeezing his own orgasm from him. They both locked lips in a desperate effort to stay silent. The only indication of their quiet passion was their heightened breaths. Naoko's pert breasts bounced with Gaara's forceful final thrusts as he groaned and squirted his essence within her. He held her tenderly as he worked the last of his orgasm, trying to make it last as long as possible, finally spending everything he had to offer.
He carefully pulled out and settled beside her, pulling her close to him. He heard a little giggle from the woman in his arms and he peeped at her from behind blackened lids. A small smile caressed his lips. Everything was ok. She still wanted him and he still had her. Things were back to normal.
"I love you Naoko" he said quietly.
"I know" she replied softly in her post-coital state. "Don't let anything come between us again" she whispered, stroking his hairline gently.
Gaara tensed in the darkness. How was he going to tell her about the mission? How would she react? He had a funny feeling that this current peace wouldn't last for long…
Reluctantly, he began to explain that he was about to leave his family to risk his life against who knows what kinds of mutant powers and deadly experimentations. There was a silence… and then…
"YOU FUCKING WHAT?!?!"
Title Translation:
Fuufu Genka wa inu mo Kuwanu – One should not interfere in lovers' quarrels.
A/N: Next time: Oooooh exciting stuff, and enter Naruto! You'll just have to wait and see what kind of crazy things ensue! If you spot any mistakes or typos, please let me know, lol. Thanks a lot to everyone who reviews, you're the ones who keep the story going!
