Ok since I got alot of e-mails asking about the ending i'll put this up.

How the story was going to end was that Naruto was called out on a mission, hearing this Temari insisted on going with him. But Naruto told her that she needed to stay in the village and that by no means would she be coming with him.

Temari of course was angry that he didn't let her go on a mission with him. While sitting at home Sakura frantically knocks on her door. Upon opening Temari is informed that Naruto had been badly injured during the fight and to save the others in the mission was forced to release the fox demon leaving him mortally wounded.

Once at the hospital she is told that he will die within a few hours.

This is what small part I did write of the story

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Memories of storms and dreams

"Why didn't you let me go with you? I could have helped." Temari whispered, running her hand gently across his pale skin.

Shaking his head weakly Naruto replied his voice hoarse, and quiet, "If I did that I would have risked not only your life, but another as well."

Looking down on him with a puzzled gaze she watched as he reached up and slid his palm and shaking fingers across her stomach so soft it felt like a breeze ruffling her clothing.

Gradual understanding crept into her eyes, but she simply put her hands over his, words lost in all the emotions running through her body.

A small smile formed on his still handsome face, "Our child will be beautiful."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner that you knew?" She questioned, her voice out of some miracle stayed flat.

Naruto closed his eyes; his breath coming out it ragged gasps, "I don't know why, I'm sorry."

Hugging him tightly her tears flowed freely now down her face, she didn't care who saw her now, his fingers caught her hand and he smiled at her, lazily opening his eyes he kissed the knuckles of her hand, all the while looking into her eyes. When he finished he stroked back a wayward lock of her straw-colored hair

"I love you," he whispered, his words caressing her skin like a breeze. It sounded so beautiful, but inside she knew that he was telling her he was dying.

She wanted him to live. Desperately, heedlessly, impossibly, she wanted him to live. But he calmly silenced her protests by gently running his hands through her hair, silently telling her that the only way he suffered was in the knowledge that soon he would be without her. Tears formed in her eyes again knowing that he would not live to see the color of his child's eyes.

In the end he did not linger, just as the sun was creeping its way over the horizon he left her. His once sky blue eyes glazing over like ice over water, his last breath cut off by death, no longer would she feel his soft words on the back of her neck as they lay together in the darkness of their bedroom or feel the love in his touch. Temari had seen many people die in her life but he was the first who actually made her think about the irony of life itself. It's so hard to live and keep on living, but in the end dying is a ridiculously easy affair when it comes right down to it. It's moving on that's hard.

If only she had known she would have savoured that last kiss, that last embrace, that last time he told her he loved her, but you're never prepared for the day that will change your life forever.

When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail bearing his name stopped coming. Being replaced by cards of grievance. Next was how his sent slowly faded away, from the closet and the bed and eventually it was gone forever. How she hated that the most, the first week after he died she would stay up late crying hugging his pillow, and waking up to the smell of a forest just after it rained but quickly realizing it wasn't him, but now not even that would bring her comfort. She missed everything about Naruto but one thing that scared her the most was forgetting his smile, and the sound his laugher made as it danced on the cold wind. Hushing her unhappiness with a grin.

She knew that for now he was in a place that would be denied to her. Or perhaps always denied to her.

Rubbing her stomach gently she couldn't help but smile knowing that, that night he had left a small piece of himself with her, that one day would have his eyes and her smile.

And to let you know they would have had a baby girl.