"Naruka…!"

Gaara snapped awake when he realized that not only was Naruka giving him head, but she was massaging his prostate at the same time. He knew it was useless to try to resist at this point. Both acts in and of themselves were pleasurable to him, but in conjunction, they were pretty much poised to fry his brain from the sheer overload of pleasure. When Gaara came, he came really hard, so much so that he feared that his testicles might be permanently broken. However, he felt that the sheer waves of pleasure he experienced in getting off would be worth it. Then, Naruka emerged from under the covers.

"N-Naruka…are y-you…trying…to…stop m-me…from…b-being able…to…go…t-to work?"

"No, silly!" replied Naruka. "I'm just paying you back double for being so damn good at eating pussy! Believe it!"

"O-OK…"

"Come downstairs! You wouldn't want to miss out on another delicious breakfast, would you?"

After mustering up the strength to get out of bed, Gaara headed downstairs and had another breakfast courtesy of Naruka.

"So Naruka, I just wanted to thank you," said Gaara.

"For what?" asked Naruka.

"For being the most beautiful, sexiest and kindest woman I've ever had the fortune to meet."

Naruka blushed. "Gaara, stop it!"

"Why? It's the truth!"

"Come on! You're too sweet!"

"No really! You've got such a great body, a good head to top it off, two of the most beautiful blue eyes that I've ever had the fortune to look at, a…Naruka?"

Naruka got up from her chair and walked over to Gaara. Not wanting to disappoint her, he stood up and accepted the big hug and kiss that she gave to him. He reflected on how he'd been such a poor, unloved man only a couple of weeks ago and had now ended up having a bunch of his wildest fantasies come true, and in spite of being drained, he got hard again. Similarly, Naruka got wet from kissing Gaara. Recognizing that he eventually had to go to work, she let go after a minute.

"You know, if I hadn't drained your balls earlier, I would have pushed you against the table and fucked your brains out!" said Naruka.

Gaara blushed. "Wow, you must really love sex!"

"If there's anything I like as much as or even more than ramen, it's sex! Believe it!"

Gaara smiled. "Well, as long as you're doing it because you want to, that makes me happy!"

"And so you should be! By the way, I've been meaning to ask you…"

"Yes?"

"How come you have no eyebrows?"

Gaara stroked his chin. "That's a very good question. I really don't have an answer for that one, but sometimes, I would tell people that I lost them in a blowtorch accident."

Naruka laughed. "Good one! Seriously, though, you look cuter without them!"

Without saying anything further, Gaara grabbed Naruka and kissed her again. Naruka took delight in having Gaara's strong arms wrapped around her. When they broke away, both of them had big smiles on their faces.

"If you'll excuse me," said Gaara, "I must prepare for another work day."

After he got ready for work, Gaara headed on out the door.

"Gaara, wait!"

Gaara turned around and saw Naruka running towards him.

"What is it, Naruka?"

"I wanted to confess something…" said Naruka.

"You're not a full-on lesbian who's been faking her love for me, are you?"

Naruka chuckled. "No, it's not that!"

"Then what is it?"

"The day we met, after I got home, I fingered myself while thinking about you."

Gaara dropped his jaw. He'd heard the saying "at least one girl has fingered herself thinking about you" before, but knowing that it was the truth for him was mind-blowing. Soon enough, though, a smile formed on his face.

"Naruka, that…that makes me feel so much better about myself! Come here!"

Naruka obeyed Gaara and got another big hug from him. As much as she enjoyed hugging people, she also enjoyed the fact that her kindness was being paid in full.

"Actually, while we're at it," said Gaara, "I had a wet dream about you the night after you met me at my workplace."

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"Well, considering the effect I have on the object of my desire, I guess I'm not too surprised." Naruka let go. "Now fly free! You wouldn't want to be late for work because of me, would you?"

"Considering how much I hate this job, I wouldn't mind if you were the reason I was late, but on the other hand, I do get docked; it never fails."

Naruka laughed. "Bye!"

"See you later!"

At work, Gaara couldn't be happier. He had a beautiful girlfriend to go home to, there was a better job potentially awaiting him, and his boss was off his case. Naturally, Matsuri took notice.

"Wow Gaara, you're a beacon of happiness today!" said Matsuri. "Did you and Naruka have fun last night?"

"Like you wouldn't believe!" replied Gaara.

"So tell me about it!"

"Well, not only did we get to play Magic: The Gathering, but guess what else?"

"What?"

Gaara leaned in a little closer. "I ate her pussy."

Matsuri dropped her jaw. "I didn't know you were into that!"

"Hey, if you were my girlfriend, I'd eat yours as well."

Matsuri blushed. "Oh…thank you. That's really…kind."

Gaara ignored the faux pas he made and smiled. "You're welcome!"

On the way back to Naruka's house, Gaara was rocking out to an Iron Maiden tape as if nothing in the world could possibly go wrong. So far, all was well. Then, while he was listening to "The Trooper", he caught sight of something unusual: in Naruka's driveway, there was a Zodiac Blue 1972 Cadillac Coupe De Ville. He saw Naruka on her porch with the owner of the car, a man with black hair. Then, as he got closer to the house, he got a most unwelcome sight: Naruka kissed the man. Gaara gasped and nearly slammed on the brakes as he vehemently tried to deny the possibility that she was cheating on him. Instead, he pulled into the driveway of a house a bit further down and waited for the Caddy's owner to drive away. When he did, Gaara backed out of the other house's driveway and drove down to Naruka's house. By this time, she'd gone inside, so once Gaara killed his GTO's engine and headed onto the porch, he rang the doorbell and crossed his arms as he waited for her to answer the door. Within seconds, she did.

"Oh hey, Gaara!" said Naruka. "Why the long face?"

"We have to talk."

"Come on in!"

Reluctantly, Gaara stepped into Naruka's house, and she closed the door behind him.

"So, what's on your mind?" asked Naruka.

Gaara stood firm. "For one, I'm getting the strange feeling that you haven't been entirely faithful to me, and no, I'm not referring to your habit of kissing other women."

"Gaara, what are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid with me. I saw what you did just a few minutes ago with that guy driving the Cadillac."

"Oh, you mean Sasuke?" Naruka smiled. "Yeah, he apologized for hurting my feelings last week. We're all good now!"

"So apparently, making up now means making out?"

Naruka lost her smile. "Gaara, it's not like that!"

"Then what IS it like?"

"Wouldn't you kiss your best friend too if you'd patched things up after a horrible fight?"

"No Naruka, unfaithfulness does NOT answer my question."

"But I wasn't being unfaithful!"

"LIAR!"

"I swear, I'm not lying!"

"And HOW can I be so sure of this?"

"Doesn't 'my word is my bond' mean anything to you?"

"Well, at this point, it seems to mean less to me than eating your pussy."

Naruka crossed her arms. "Oh, so we're gonna play THOSE games now, huh?"

"Hey, you're the one playing games, not me!"

"Oh, stick a banana in your ear!"

"Stick THIS!"

Out of the blue, Gaara smacked Naruka across the face. While physically unhurt, she was badly shaken up, as evidenced by the loud gasp she let out.

"Oh, you did NOT just hit me!" said Naruka.

"What of it?" said Gaara.

"What of it!? WHAT OF IT!? I'LL GIVE YOU WHAT OF IT!"

Naruka lunged at Gaara, tackled him to the ground and started beating his face in. Gaara did his best to block the blows, but wasn't always successful. Finally, when Naruka felt that Gaara had gotten what was due to him, she dragged him to the front door and tossed him onto the ground in front of the porch.

"AND DON'T EVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN!" Huffing and puffing, Naruka stomped back into the house and slammed the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Gaara staggered back to his feet and dragged himself over to his GTO. He drove back home, hoping that Naruka hadn't broken anything.

Gaara managed to avoid having any accidents in spite of how badly he'd been beaten. After getting out of his car, he entered the house and saw Kankuro and Temari sitting on the couch, talking. Both of them took notice.

"Gaara!" exclaimed Temari. "Oh my god!"

"What happened, brother?" asked Kankuro.

"Leave me alone," said Gaara. "I don't want to talk about it."

Temari and Kankuro looked at each other and shrugged.

Meanwhile, Gaara headed for the bathroom and locked himself in. He didn't feel as though anything had been broken, but he was bruised and visibly bleeding. First, he took some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol, soaked a cotton ball in the rubbing alcohol and applied it to any spots where he felt the blood might be coming from. Naturally, the wounds stung, but he didn't wince that much. At this juncture, the fact that Naruka had broken up with him hurt much worse than any physical ailments. Once Gaara had disinfected the wounds and wiped off as much blood as he could, he applied bandages to his wounds and retired to his room. Considering the magnitude of what had happened, he was in no mood to do anything except cry and take his sleeping pill. If there was anything that consoled him, it was the fact that he had enough sense to keep the bottle at his house in case of something like this.

That night, he had a weird dream: he'd gotten out of his GTO and headed into Naruka's house. In the dining room, he found Naruka sitting down at the table, facing away from him.

"Naruka?"

Naruka said nothing to him.

"Naruka?"

Naruka remained silent.

"Hey Naruka, I-I'm sorry about what happened earlier…"

Still nothing from Naruka.

"Look, if you're still mad at me, I understand. I just want to let you know that I made a horrible mistake and I still love you very much."

Again, nothing.

"Please, don't hold this against me..."

This time, Gaara put a hand on Naruka's shoulder. She spun around to face him, with tears in her eyes.

"You wouldn't wanna see me cry again, would you?" said Naruka.

Gaara gasped when Naruka tried to guilt trip him this way. It spooked him so much that he fled the house, got back in his GTO and drove away. While on the way to his house, he thought he saw Matsuri walking on the side of the road, so he pulled over and got out.

"Matsuri, you've got to help me!" said Gaara. "Naruka's going to get me!"

Matsuri turned to face Gaara, but her face was that of Naruka's, and she too had tears in her eyes.

"You wouldn't wanna see me cry again, would you?" said Matsuri, who also had Naruka's voice.

Once again, Gaara gasped out of abject horror, got back in his car and peeled out as he sped back to his house. After killing the engine, he ran into the house, slammed the door behind him and pressed his back against the door, breathing heavily, hoping that Naruka or Matsuri wouldn't manage to break in. After calming himself, Gaara walked to the dining room and saw Kankuro and Temari sitting down at the table. The one thing that aroused his suspicion was that both of them were facing away from him.

"Brother, sister, I've got a problem, and I was wondering if you could help me," said Gaara.

Kankuro and Temari turned around, and it became apparent that neither one could help him because they too had Naruka's face and had tears in their eyes.

"You wouldn't wanna see me cry again, would you?" said Kankuro and Temari, who also shared Naruka's voice.

Gaara gasped yet again and ran upstairs to the bathroom. Having lost faith in everything, he grabbed the sides of the sink, leaned against it and hung his head. After catching his breath, he splashed his face with some cold water, and when he finally got the courage, he lifted his head up, and he wished he hadn't, for when he stared in the mirror, he now had Naruka's face.

"You wouldn't wanna see me cry again, would you?"

Just then, Gaara sprang upright and let out a particularly loud gasp as he woke up. Breathing heavily and sweating, he was still horrified by the dream, but relieved to be out of it. Even so, one problem remained…

"I've got to get her back…"

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