Oowaa! Time for 15! And due to popular demand: THE INTRODUCTION OF GAARA'S BABY! X3 Unn! Time for fun!

I am sorry my microsoft Word is a little off, so I'm sorry if the words are a bit scrambled. The program replaces letters, so if if it says 'by' for instance, it probably means 'my' sorry!

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Again, Sasuke had a tendency to wake up to things that surprised him. It began with no one, then it became the evil red eyes of a demon, and now it happened to be those same eyes, but just a different color scheme.

Sasuke widely opened his eyes and scooted away quickly, heading towards the door. I stepped up from the bed I was lying on to follow him.

"Sasuke, wait!"

"I'm not coming back until you're gone, fox! Get away from me!"

I stood still as I watched him bound out the door and out into the village.

"Don't start crying on me, kit," Kyuubi called out to me. I rubbed my eyes to keep the tears back, and it was working so far.

"...Do you see what you've done?" I cried out to him. He grunted lowly.

"But damn, that little Uchiha was fun"

"I wish I could slap you..." I said lowly as I slowly headed for the front door. And clinging to the cold morning frosted doorframe, I poked my head out to see if there was anyone.

"...Oh fuck..." I whispered.

The entire street was flooded with people.

I scrunched back into the doorway, and leaning my back against the wood and breathing heavily, I looked down at my baby.

"...They're going to kill you..." I whispered in a huskily emotional tone as I placed a hand over it.

"Kit, don't worry. Use that sexy no jutsu of yours. Try it."

"...But what if they still find me out?"

"It's worth a try, kit."

Putting my fingers together to make the sign, I whispered out the technique. My breasts became full and bouncy in my now tight orange jacket. My hips became curvy and round. My hair grew out, and this time, I took out the pigtails and put it down so it flowed down my shoulders. Changing into some of Sasuke's clothes, all of them being blue (favorite color?); I timidly walked into the street, huddled into the crowd.

The people, as they were called, were walking slowly through the dirt streets of Konoha, going through their daily routine.

And here I was, in the middle of the bloodthirsty people out to kill me and my unborn child, trying not to cry out in nervousness.

They were going to get me.

I felt my stomach twitch, and I just thought it was the baby.

"Kit...It's wearing off..."

I've never been as scared in my life as I was right then as I felt my hair shorten dramatically and my feminine qualities go flat.

It was then that the people were staring at my stomach.

The crowd had formed a circle around me, and a circle of space that was nearly 4 feet in diameter. I panted in fear as they reached down to pick of the conveniently placed stones. I put my arms over my stomach and closed my eyes, waiting to be killed.

I wished for it to be quick, but they never obliged to my wished.

They meant for torture.

Just before they hurled those stones, someone flung themselves at me. The body was crushing me to their chest, and for a moment, I thought it was Sasuke.

But then I thought: Sasuke can't control sand.

Gaara was holding me against him as the ultimate shield of sand surrounded our small bodies and we could once again hear the stones pattering against it like rain. It was completely dark inside the ball of sand, and all I could feel was the warm body of Gaara next to me, still hearing the angry shouting from outside. At that moment I found it a great time to cry, but someone had beaten me to it.

And it wasn't Gaara.

And it was then that I felt the sobs coming from my lap, loud sobs of anguish.

"...Gaara...What is this?" I whispered, barely audible over the stones. He twitched, and the skin on his face heated.

"...Ah...That's...Mine..." he choked out. And as he took it from my lap, I could hear the cooing.

"Shh, shh, shh..." he whispered to it, "...Stop crying..."

"...You mean...You..." I tried to say it, but I just couldn't. I doubt he could either.

Baby babble was heard soon after the shushing, and Gaara subconsciously began to hum. I felt like laughing, but I doubt that would have been appropriate.

"...So...I'm guessing...It isn't easy..."

"...No. It isn't..."

"...How can you deal with it?"

"...A baby is a wondrous thing. To have it with you at all times, it makes you feel like it's the only thing you care about. And in a part of your brain, it IS the only thing you really care about... And you'd do anything to keep it with you always..."

Silence reigned over us, and we both wondered what was going on outside.

"...GAARA-SAMA!"

The voice calling to him belonged to none other than the father of his child.

The sand opened only enough to see Rock Lee's face, and Gaara's deeply lined eyes narrowed in worry.

"...Are they gone?" Lee nodded, and the sand slowly fell apart, letting in the light.

"I scared them all off. Are you okay? Naruto-kun, are you hurt?" Lee held out his hand to Gaara, and pulling him up gently, he lent me his hand as well. I timidly nodded an answer, standing up and dusting myself off. Looking over Lee's shoulder at Gaara, he seemed to be bouncing on the balls of his feet lightly, making the baby in his arms squeal.

Lee looked over at Gaara, and then at me, a bright smile and a blush upon his tan face.

"...Yeah..." he said in a strained voice, scratching the back of his head nervously. I smiled and walked over to Gaara's baby, looking him over happily. Gaara just watched me with a hint of nervousness and worry. And smiling at him, he loosened.

The baby had red hair, slightly darker than Gaara's. And thank god his eyebrows were normal. I'm guessing that having one parent with no eyebrows and another with gigantic ones evened it out in the end, and the baby looked so cute. It had pale green eyes, and to me, it was almost a clone of Gaara. His tan skin mimicked his father's tone, and I smiled as the baby started chewing on my finger.

"...You don't chew; you don't even have teeth yet, fool." Gaara called out, kissing the side of his red head. A high pitched squeal was in turn given, and I ruffled his hair.

"...Ah, he's real cute, Gaara." I said, and I Gaara turned to hide his blush.

"...I don't know how I'm going to keep this up...I don't know how I'll keep this baby safe..." I whispered solemnly

"...Why don't you stay with us while you're in Konoha? Gaara's sand will protect you!" Lee offered. I looked around.

"...But...Sasuke..."

"Where is Sasuke-kun?"

"He's angry with the Kyuubi, so he ran away."

"He shouldn't leave you all alone in Konoha," Gaara said as we began walking toward the Hokage tower.

"...Why are we going to the Hokage tower?" Gaara looked over at me as he bounced the baby in his arms.

"You're going to need a check-up from Tsunade-sama. The baby is almost born, so you'll need to know if it's doing fine."

I walked timidly behind them. I could see the people staring at me through the window of buildings like I was some kind of germ. And when I met their eyes, they screamed and retreated into their refuge. I looked at the ground, as not to frighten anyone else.

I'm just trying to get on their good side.

And I'm trying my hardest at that.

"...Don't be sad, Naruto-kun. Everything is going to be fine." Lee consoled. I nodded lightly as we stepped up the stairs to the tower, and I looked over my shoulder, as if trying to find Sasuke.

And I know he isn't coming to me.

He doesn't even know where I am.

I don't know where he is.

And I don't even know if he cares either way.

And in that sense,

I am frightened.