(2021/12/04) Author's Note:

Hey everyone, here is the latest chapter! I'm going to try to get the next chapter posted (hopefully) around the holidays, but rest assured - it will come sooner than later. I've been really busy lately and I've been drafting new fics (the GOT fic I'm working on is turning out to be a bigger endeavour than I thought...) so between that and writing this one, I've been falling behind. Writing this fic as a POV-alternating story has been interesting to say the least, and I feel my writing style really improved and solidified since finishing Sand and Snow last year - and for anyone who is new to this story, I recommend checking out SaS as well (if you haven't already). Heading back to this week's chapter - we get to see Shikamaru and Temari's wedding!

As always, thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 8
Gaara II

"Are you sure you're okay to go on? We can rest for a while."

"I'm okay. Thanks, Kankurō."

Timidly, Nomasaki reached for Gaara's hand as she rose from the bench. Once standing, Gaara watched her adjust the fur cloak that sat at her shoulders and covered her swollen belly. She was well past the four-month mark, and her condition was becoming difficult to hide. Nomasaki understood the danger, but she did not carry the same fear Gaara had – and it danced as if a burn on his tongue the longer he kept it secret.

I might as well have a curse seal, he thought bitterly.

The teahouse they left was a quaint and secluded stop situated not too far from the road they traveled. For three days, the three Suna-nin walked the road cautiously while the Hōki bodyguard followed within the shadows of the looming trees. All traces of green had all but disappeared, and autumn was hardly clinging to their branches. The brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows that painted the landscape had vanished after a great wind the day before, leaving the trees as if towering skeletons. In the winds, he felt a bitter cold graze his Sand Armour. The flaps of his Kazekage hat and cloak swayed against him from the sudden rising gust, but he kept his ringed-eyes focused on the road ahead. Winter was near – and time was growing scarce.

"Gaara,"

Pausing, he turned to see his wife behind him. Her cheeks were rosy in the growing cold, but she appeared as if unbothered by it in the slightest. She had a light smile on her lips, but the timid and nervous nature hidden behind her violet glance said otherwise.

"Are you alright, with everything?" She brought herself to ask. "You've been very quiet since we left the village. I… just wanted to make sure you're feeling okay."

Her question made Gaara lower his guard.

Seeing the worry linger in her eyes struck him, and the guilt came back to the forefront of his mind. Pushing past the turmoil and its lack of sleep, he feigned a slight smile. "I'm alright. My insomnia came back again, so I've been tired these past few days."

"Okay." She spoke, her lips almost hesitating. Judging from her glance, she was not convinced. "Just take care of yourself, alright? I know you work very hard and you're busy, but even a Kage should take time to rest."

"She has a point, Gaara." Kankurō entered, pausing next to him. "Since the assassin attack, you've taken on everything on your own. We're heading to Temari's wedding, for crying out loud! At least try to spend a few days without pushing yourself."

When Gaara met his brother's eyes, he saw guilt behind them as well.

"…You're right." He said, turning back towards the road ahead. Before resuming their journey, he gingerly took his wife's hand in his and glanced to her at his side. "We'll at least have a few days to ourselves." He smiled down at her. "…We should make the most of it."

Before they continued on their way, he thought he saw a blush spread across Nomasaki's cheeks. Unless it was remnants of the cold from earlier. Either way, he took it as assurance. He wanted her to be happy – for as long as she was able. He decided when the wedding and its celebrations were over, he would tell her the truth – and with it, everything. For now, he would act as if the day was just a wedding – and for today, Tenbu did not exist.

The gates of Konohagakure towered over them as they passed through.

Upon seeing the Suna-nin arrive, the guards bowed their heads and stepped aside for them to enter the village. The village was surprisingly quiet despite all the ongoing construction happening amongst the streets, and luckily there was no directed attention at the Kazekage's arrival.

"Hm… Konoha seems quiet. Much different than last time we were here, anyways. Naruto's wedding was quite the event." Kankurō scoffed under his breath. "Are we staying at the Nara clan's residence?"

"Not this time. We're staying in the upper district, as the other Kage will also be arriving." Gaara answered. "Shikamaru earned the attention of the village leaders since the war – aside from Temari, so it would be inappropriate to take away the Nara's guestroom from his own family."

"Huh… You don't say." Kankurō sighed, gripping the strap of his scrolls tighter. "Didn't think he was that popular."

Gaara felt Nomasaki's hand flinch in his. "The Kage are coming?"

"It's just a casual visit." He found himself smiling back. "You've met them before, a few times."

She chuckled, shyly. "I know, it's just… their chakra is intimidating, you know?"

"Hey, Gaara!"

The Suna-nin stopped in their path, recognizing the raucous voice instantly. Turning towards the hill of the road, they saw a silhouette of orange running down the concrete steps. Under the blinding morning sun, Gaara could see Naruto approaching closer and the brilliant gold of his hair. A quiet visit was desired, but seeing his old friend was always welcome – no matter the circumstance. And Naruto was always a welcome distraction.

"It's Naruto." He spoke.

Near skidding to stop in his hasty descent, the Konoha-nin froze and panted as he met the visitors on the road. "I… I came as fast as I could when I heard you were here for Shikamaru's wedding!" He grinned. "It's been so long, ya know?"

"We're here for Temari's wedding, technically. She is our sister. But you're right, it's been too long." Kankurō smirked, crossing his arms against his chest. He glanced to his brother. "Not since your wedding – eh, Gaara?"

Nomasaki chuckled. "You're right. It has been a while."

"For sure!" Naruto beamed, putting his hands into his pockets. "How've ya been?"

"We're well." Gaara replied, smiling lightly. "It's nice to see you, Naruto."

Instantly, Naruto jolted – his glance locked towards Nomasaki's swollen belly. "Huh?"

"What is it?" She rose a brow, confused. "Are you alright, Naruto?"

Naruto scratched the back of his head, averting his blue eyes carefully. From the look of things, it seemed as if Nomasaki was a taboo of some sort and Naruto could not bring his curious self to completely look away. It made Gaara feel intruded, knowing full well what his friend was staring at. They were not in Konoha for more than an hour and their secret was already out.

"Nomasaki – uh, how do I say this…?" Naruto hesitated. "Did you… put on weight? Your stomach looks like a melon, ya know!"

Nomasaki froze in bewilderment – and both Gaara and Kankurō watched her cautiously. Waking a sleeping bear was one figure of speech, but waking a sleeping wolf was a different story entirely. It was only a matter of time before she bared her fangs and daggers would draw in her violet eyes. Gaara hoped Naruto would not say anything further, for his friend's sake.

And then Gaara was mistaken.

"I mean," Naruto continued, pushing himself to face her – although his eyes were squinting as he smiled. If it was from the sun or from the stress, Gaara was unsure. "I know you like drinking sake and eating all that meat… but you'll get... ya know, if you don't eat your vegetables -,"

In that moment of stark silence, Gaara felt her hand leave his.

Naruto, you fool, he thought.

Holding her belly, Nomasaki let out a fanged laugh. It was airy at first, then grew into a wheezing fit of giggles. Tears near formed in her eyes from the humour, while small mutters of "Naruto, you're so funny" and "Please, stop" escaped her fanged smile as she near keeled over.

Confused, Naruto rose a brow. "Uh -?"

"Naruto, she's not fat." Kankurō coughed into his fist. "She's pregnant."

The Konoha-nin froze, his face instantly blank.

"Oh." He breathed. Before Nomasaki could react, Naruto was on his knees pleading for forgiveness. "I-I'm so sorry! I just thought since I haven't seen you in a while that you went overboard with the eating and alcohol! Gaara told me you like sake a lot, so I –," Naruto flinched. "Wait… you're pregnant?!"

"It's alright, Naruto." Nomasaki chuckled, her cheeks blushing from the cold autumn air. Gingerly, she placed a palm over her abdomen. "That was the best laugh I had in a while! But yes, Gaara and I are expecting."

Naruto turned to Gaara, his blue eyes wide and his jaw near to the ground. "Are you -? Is that… true?!"

When Gaara saw Naruto's expression, he could not help but feel the pride swell up into his chest. He gave a nod, taking his wife's hand in his once again and smiling down at her adoringly. "Yes, we are. It was… an unexpected surprise, but we're looking forward to it."

"You don't say." Naruto said, wide-eyed.

Nomasaki smiled, her cheeks pink from the cold. "Yes! We can't wait."

Catching them off guard, Naruto took in Gaara and Nomasaki for a big and close hug. Even without Kurama's chakra activated, the strength of his bare arms was enough to prevent their escape. As Naruto held them, his beaming smile was near broken with tears of joy. "I'm so happy for you two!" He blurted. "You're going to be parents! I can't believe it, ya know!"

"That's kind of you, Naruto…" Gaara said, restraining himself. "…but can you please let us go?"

A rush of relief passed over as they were released from the Uzumaki's strong hold. "O-Oh, my bad!" Naruto chuckled, putting his hands behind his head. "I'm just so excited! I mean, it took so long for you two to even get together as a couple – then you got married, and now you're having a kid? It's amazing!"

Gaara felt Nomasaki's fingers flinch while she held onto his sleeve.

Turning, he saw her eyes locked towards the road behind them, her glance slightly widened with shock and frustration. Although her face was calm, her gaze told a different story. Her chakra sense was increasingly erratic over the last few months, but never were her senses false in warning.

He leaned to her ear. "What's wrong?"

"…he's here." She spat through her teeth. "That one."

"Is that -?" Kankurō blinked, following her gaze. Upon seeing the cloaked figure, he scoffed under his breath. Partially amused, it seemed. "It's Uchiha Sasuke! Well, I'll be damned…"

Unlike his brother, Gaara was not amused. Irked, if anything. "Uchiha Sasuke, eh?"

"Sasuke!" Naruto shouted. "Wait – why are you here? I thought you were doing recon in the Land of Earth?"

When the Uchiha met them on the road, he pulled down the hood of his worn cloak as the winds blew past. His left eye was painted in the ripples of the ancient Rinnegan, while his right was a dull onyx – but both seemed to ignore the foreign visitors at first. Because of Sasuke, Tenbu was silenced – at least for a time. And the Kumatsume clan owed it to him for his protection – although their gratitude and allegiance sided with Nomasaki and the people of Yamagakure for taking them in. Even with his crimes somewhat repaid by the deeds of justice, something about his presence left Gaara feeling suspicious still. A part of him was still reluctant to fully trust him – after all the hurt and pain he caused the world.

"Something came up." Sasuke spoke, flatly. "I had to come back as soon as I could -,"

Naruto groaned, annoyed. "Geez, Sasuke… You couldn't come to me and Hinata's wedding, but you trekked all the way here for Shikamaru's?! You hardly know each other!"

"Idiot. That's not why I'm -,"

"Where's Sakura?"

"At her parent's house. Why?"

"Hmm… just wondering." Naruto grinned. "I just thought you'd be going with her since – ya know…"

"No, I don't know – and it's none of your business." The Uchiha noticed them. Turning, Sasuke met the Suna-nin with an unintrigued glance. "Gaara. I didn't think I'd see you here."

"Same here." Gaara answered back, his ringed-eyes narrowed slightly. "Sasuke."

As he briefly met his eyes, he swore he saw a flash of red.

And the touch of Nomasaki's hand onto his sleeve faded into thin air.

Not a single sound stirred.

When Gaara opened his eyes, he was within a realm of black. Standing across from him in the empty space was the Uchiha, with his right eye glowing a bright and violent red. Within it, he saw the shape of a sun – marked in an eerie black.

This is his Mangekyō Sharingan, he realized.

"Using a genjutsu so I have no way of combating you…" He sighed, glaring at him. "What do you want, Sasuke? I don't have much time or patience… and I'm in no mood for a rematch of our Chunin Exams, if you're feeling nostalgic."

Sasuke scoffed, a slight smirk on his lips. "Always with the threats… You never changed, Gaara. Even as Kazekage you still have that dead look in your eyes." Slowly, his smirk faded – replaced by a stern urgency. "Anyways, I need to speak with you privately. It's about Tenbu… and your wife."

Gaara jolted.

Masking any emotion, he eyed the Uchiha cautiously. "…I take it you came across something in your travels?"

"Yes." Sasuke nodded. "Those mutts intercepted me before I could look into it further, but all signs point to the she-wolf," He hesitated briefly. "…and the child she's carrying."

"How can you be sure?" Gaara questioned.

"Meet me outside the village gates before dawn, I'll explain everything then." Sasuke said, while the realm grew dark. "There's someone I need to consult with… and you should probably come with me. I know you're not fond of snakes, but a snake's knowledge is needed right now."

His vision turned black.

When he blinked, he was back on the Konoha road with his wife and brother.

"Gaara?"

The genjutsu left him in a brief daze. What seemed as if days was only a second in their reality. While Naruto and Kankurō chatted, Gaara turned and saw Nomasaki's concerned violet eyes watching him carefully and her hand grasping his shoulder. As he met her gaze, the conversation near them sounded as if white noise.

"I have to go…" Sasuke entered, drawing their conversation to a sudden silence. By the time they looked his way, the Uchiha had already turned on his heel and started down the road. "I'll see you around."

"You better!" Naruto shouted, loudly. "You're such a flake, Sasuke!"

With a wary glance, Kankurō looked to his younger brother. "We should get going before the wedding starts." He reminded, near losing track of time. "Temari will be pissed if we're late."

And we're already short enough on time as it is. "You're right." Gaara agreed. Putting aside the thoughts from the genjutsu, he turned towards his friend who stood facing the road. "Sorry, Naruto – but we'll catch up later."

"Huh?" Naruto turned. As he met their faces, he beamed a parting smile. "Oh, okay! See you all tonight!"

As the winds rose again, the Suna-nin started for the upper district.

While Gaara pondered the name of the snake.

The reception was a rowdy affair.

Unlike the weddings of their other Konoha friends, Shikamaru and Temari opted for a small and private ceremony. It was so private, in fact, that only the wedding party and immediate family was present. After changing into their best clothes that late afternoon, the Kazekage and his entourage made their way to the Nara clan's courtyard that stretched along the wide expanse of forest. The trees were near bare of their brilliant colours, but the garden arrangements by the makeshift arch were simple and beautiful. In attendance was themselves, Shikamaru's mother Yoshino, and the ordained officiator – who was none other than the Hokage himself. Gaara stood beside his wife and brother as he watched his sister take Shikamaru's hand. It was strange for Gaara to see Temari dressed in all white with a peach-coloured dahlia tied in her combed sandy hair. It was even more strange to see her become Nara Temari, and no longer "Temari of the Kazekage". Still, he was happy for her.

The dahlia is a symbol of a commitment and bond that lasts forever, Gaara remembered, Shikamaru will make her happy – I know he will.

With a sash of a brilliant red, Kakashi wove it around their joined hands. "With this red thread of fate, your bond will never sever." He said, placing his hands over theirs. "By my authority as Sixth Hokage, I announce you now married."

As Kakashi stepped back, Shikamaru and Temari kissed under the flowering arch. A chorus of claps ensued from the small wedding audience, with Yoshino near shedding tears of joy as she held a framed portrait of the late Nara Shikaku. Kankurō clapped the loudest, shouting his cheers as if to draw Temari's sibling rage. After the newlywed couple proceeded to the clan homestead, they all sat for a supper of cooked venison, rice, and ponzu. Nomasaki loved the meal so much she shyly asked Gaara to bring her seconds, out of fear of her overstepping her bounds with Shikamaru's family. Even before her pregnancy, her appetite for wild game was insatiable – but now it was the most irresistible.

While the dark of night approached, so did the Konoha-nin with the reception.

Naruto and Hinata showed up first, followed by Shikamaru's teammates, Rock Lee, Tenten, and former sensei Might Guy, as well as the visiting Kage. Turning heads as they walked into the courtyard, Sakura entered alone under the hum of music that played over the stereo and quickly made herself scarce as if to avoid the wrong person. Sitting near the forest under the string lantern lights, Gaara took in the reception with his wife at his side. Nomasaki was dressed in a relaxed blue and white kimono that was tied by a thin sash under her chest, while he wore the same fine grey outfit from Naruto's wedding only months before. Temari was busy conversing with Shikamaru's many clansmen, and Kankurō had a surprise visit from Meiyumi – who suddenly showed up unannounced. Kankurō was tense at first, but by the looks of their conversation Meiyumi did not come to Konoha to argue. After only a few moments of chatting, the two were holding hands and hanging around the Konoha-nin in the courtyard's centre. It reminded Gaara of when Nomasaki surprised him at Naruto's wedding, only their interaction was not laced with foolishness.

But perhaps it was - given their conflict over his arranged marriage in the very spot they now joined in reception.

"Your sister is a beautiful bride. I'm surprised she married a Konoha-nin, considering her heritage."

Catching their attention, they soon noticed the person's height towering over where they sat. When Gaara turned, he noticed it was the Fifth Mizukage. The Mizukage was smiling pleasantly, wearing a fine dress of black fabric – similar to one that would be worn to mourn the loss of someone close. Her bodyguard was meekly beside her, his eyes adverted from the Kazekage and his wife. Chōjurō, Gaara remembered.

"Mizukage-sama," Nomasaki spoke, a shyness on her voice.

"Mei is fine." Taking a seat beside them, the Mizukage looked on at the rest of the reception while Chōjurō was told to join the others. She sighed, but Gaara could not tell if it was a tiredness or slight sadness. "It was a lovely wedding. As was yours, I remember."

Gaara nodded, keeping his gaze towards the crowd. "Thank you."

"It's been whispered amongst the village… but I was engaged once, you know." She sighed again, closing her eyes as if to hide her pain. "He was a civilian from a good family, and didn't care that I was a shinobi. However, when the wedding day came… I got cold feet. His family went by the old customs of Kirigakure and held disdain for my Kekkei Genkai and abilities, and didn't want their daughter-in-law to be a Kage while their son worked in the fish-market… so I didn't go through with it. From what I've heard, he's married now and has two beautiful children."

A strange way to open a conversation. "I see."

"…then there was another." Mei continued after a silence. "We weren't engaged, but I haven't felt that way for someone in a long time – not since the cold feet." She chuckled to herself. "…He was an amusing man. Stone-faced, rigid, but was bashful when I would speak to him. He near surpassed me in height as well, or perhaps he did. And he was also a shinobi - and one with a Kekkei Genkai, too… so we understood each other. But we were from separate villages, so we kept in contact with letters once the war ended."

Nomasaki jolted, cupping her mouth. "Moro-sama?"

That took him off guard.

"You mean Commander Moro?" Gaara turned, seeing her wide violet eyes directed at the Mizukage. "Of the Suna Tracking Unit, right?"

A smile formed on Mei's lips as she looked to them. "Yes. He was… a gallant man, wasn't he?"

Saddened, Nomasaki slowly slumped into her seat. "…He was a great commander. I was his right-hand. He wanted me to be his successor when he… stepped down." She spoke, quietly. "He took me under his wing and taught me all he knew. I owed a lot to that man. He was like a father-figure to me, almost."

"He spoke of you in his letters sometimes – all good things, too. He had a lot of faith in you." Mei replied, turning back to the reception in the distance. "In his last letter, he said he wanted retire and immigrate to the Land of Water so we could be together – but planned to do so after his mission was completed." A silence cut through. "…but that never happened."

"I'm sorry, Mei-sama -,"

"Don't apologize." Mei said, her voice even. "He knew the severity of Tenbu and all that they offered. He knew they were after you, and what their plans were. Still, he stuck to his shinobi creed and continued on with the mission… knowing he might not return. If I can make a request of the Kazekage… -," Sensing her change in tone, they saw the Mizukage give a stern look from her sea-green eyes – a look that held vengeance. "Crush Tenbu into dust. Moro's death served a purpose, and it would be an insult to his memory that Tenbu cause further destruction in the shinobi world. That's my request – not just as Fifth Mizukage, but as Moro's lover."

Gaara turned, meeting her glance with the same sternness. "That's the plan."

"Oh, good." She sighed, standing from her seat. She gave a parting smile after scanning Nomasaki. "And congratulations on the pregnancy, my lady. Rumours travel fast, even when we're at opposite ends of the continent. I hope you'll still be a kunoichi after the child is born. You're too good of a shinobi to lose."

Nomasaki's mood lifted, softly smiling back. "Thank you, Mei-sama." She beamed. "And I intend on being a kunoichi until I take my last natural breath or die in battle – whichever comes first. A council of geezers can't hold me to their will, and never will to begin with."

That made the Mizukage laugh. "That's good to hear."

Once the Mizukage parted, they were alone once more.

I refuse to lose you, Gaara thought as he saw the flecks of violet shine in her eyes under the lantern light. Nightshade, he remembered. Seeing her glance drift towards their friends in the distance, he placed an affectionate hand onto her dress' lap. "Did you want to be with our friends?"

His touch made her flinch. Even as close as they were with another, her sudden shyness always amused him to no end. He thought it was endearing. Meeting his face, she gave a nod and smiled. "I'd like to, but if you'd rather stay here I'm content either way."

Gaara felt his lips smile back. "We should at least see them for a short while."

Gingerly, he took her by the hand and helped her from her seat. He knew she could move fine by herself, but she was one to minimize her condition from others – and her lower back was giving her strife. He decided he would ask to give her a backrub before bed. Making their way towards the loud and raucous reception area, they were greeted with many hugs, handshakes, and greetings from friends they had not seen since their own wedding in the late summer. Naruto was at the open bar with Killer B, shouting for Gaara to come join them – while Rock Lee beamed about his new training regimen. Temari met them both with warm embraces and thanks, and Shikamaru shook their hands and called them 'family'.

It was not before long that the couple became separated by the crowding.

Discretely, Gaara used the Third Eye Jutsu to watch over Nomasaki as he was taken aside by Kankurō and Naruto's conversation – and soon enough Gaara became swallowed into the crowd of Konoha-nin and the lingering Kage, all while Killer B played his music in the background. Luckily, the two were so distracted they failed to even notice Gaara used the jutsu in the first place. Through the Third Eye that floated above the lantern lights for a mere hour, he unintentionally eavesdropped on the ongoing conversation between the clustered kunoichi at the far table.

"So Hinata… how was your wedding night?" Ino leaned in, after slamming an empty cup onto the table's surface. "Did Naruto sweep you off your feet, or what?"

The Hyūga turned red instantly. "N-N-Naruto -?! I-I-I'm n-not answering that!"

"Ino," Sakura cautioned, her glance annoyed. "Easy on the sake."

"Pfft!" Ino scoffed. "Get a grip, Sakura! You're back for a hot minute from your trip with Sasuke and you're already trying to boss everyone around!" She giggled, her face beginning to flush from the alcohol. "Anyways… I better see you all at my wedding to Sai in a few months! There's going to be an open bar."

Tenten laughed nervously. "We wouldn't miss it!" She said. "But seriously… calm down on the alcohol…"

Glancing to the foreigner from the corner of her eye, Ino snickered and gestured to Nomasaki's swollen belly. "Well, we all know you enjoyed your wedding night! Eh, Nomasaki? You must be halfway through your pregnancy now, right?" She sighed, amused somehow. "Who knew the Kazekage could even touch someone to begin with…"

Nomasaki flinched in her seat. A blush soon spread across her cheeks, smiling softly as she placed a hand over her small bump. "O-Oh… I did enjoy my… wedding night, but… this actually happened before the wedding."

Sakura and Ino's jaw near dropped to the table. "Before -?!"

"I found out three days before the wedding. It was a nice surprise." Nomasaki smiled, warmly. "…Gaara was pretty happy, too."

"So that means you'll be the first of us to have kids," Ino snickered. "I feel sorry for you, Nomasaki… you'll be dealing with the pain of childbirth before you know it."

Nomasaki's expression froze. Nervously, she tried her best to smile. "Yeah, I guess I will."

"Wait a minute," Ino grinned. "Are you… scared?"

"…Y-Yes, actually." Nomasaki chuckled. "But I think I can do it!"

Tenten sighed. "Who would've thought the wolf would be scared of giving birth..."

Under their noses, Ino grabbed another bottle of sake. Opening it, she poured herself a drink as Sakura looked on in both annoyance and horror. "Ino, put that down!"

While Gaara saw an opening to leave the crowd, his Third Eye dissipated.

In a swift burst of sand and wind, Gaara appeared behind their table and made his way over towards where Nomasaki sat conversing and laughing with Hinata. Upon seeing him emerge from under the darkness to the lantern light, Ino near jumped out of her skin. The rest of the table turned silent from his intrusion.

"AH -!"

Sensing his chakra, Nomasaki turned. "Gaara,"

"I'm turning in for the night," He said, his voice calm. "Are you staying here?"

With a smile, Nomasaki shook her head. "N-No, I'll come. I'm very drowsy from the journey. I wouldn't mind getting some sleep soon, too – after we say goodbye to Temari and Shikamaru." Rising from her seat, she smiled warmly and bowed her head to her friends. "It was nice to see you all again! You should come visit us in Sunagakure once the little one comes in a few months."

"Oh, yes of course!" Hinata smiled.

Tenten nodded. "We'll take you up on that offer. I'm sure Lee would like to visit, too."

Guilt crept into his heart as he saw the heartfelt smile on Nomasaki's face. Remaining stoic, he bowed his head slightly to the seated kunoichi. "Goodnight."

Walking beside each other, they departed towards the courtyard exit. Kankurō and Meiyumi saw them from the open bar, his face near flushed from the sake. "You're leaving?" Meiyumi sighed, looking towards Nomasaki. "I feel like I hardly saw you since I got here."

"It was a busy night." Nomasaki chuckled. "We can meet up tomorrow. We're turning in for now."

"Not me!" Kankurō smirked, swinging his arm over Meiyumi in embrace. "You two go on without me, I want to stay a bit." He smiled down to her. "I should introduce you to our friends here – maybe the Kage, too."

As Kankurō and Meiyumi talked, Gaara decided it was best to leave them. After Nomasaki waved goodbye to her medic-friend, he fetched her fur cloak from the coat rack and donned his own cloak and Kazekage's hat. Not long before the sounds of the music and crowd faded behind them, they saw Temari and Shikamaru talking with the Nara elders. Under the courtyard gates, Gaara met his sister as the elders bid their well wishes with Shikamaru accompanying them back to the Nara homestead.

"We have a long journey back ahead of us." He said, before Temari had the chance to speak first. "We wish you both the best, and happiness."

When she made eye contact with him, her green eyes near swelled with tears. Surprising him greatly, Temari held him close. "Thanks, Gaara. You may the Kazekage, but you'll always be my little brother…" Her words warmed him. Closing his eyes, he held her back. When their arms parted from another, she gave a smirk. "…even if you're going to be a dad soon! Don't think having a kid makes you more mature."

"I don't." Gaara scoffed, humoured.

Her eyes looked to Nomasaki. "We'll come to Suna before you're due. Any names picked out yet?"

"Names? Well… nothing yet." Nomasaki replied. "We don't even know what we're having."

"You don't?"

Nomasaki smiled, looking up to Gaara beside her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "We told the doctors we want it to be a surprise."

"What about Karura if it's a girl? After our mother. What do you think, Gaara?" Temari suggested.

Gaara's hand near flinched.

To name their child after his mother was something he had not considered – but he was unsure if that was a good idea. Karura, named after their late grandmother. The thought was somewhat comforting to think about, but he knew the final say was with the child's mother. Needless to say, he did not care what name the child would have – as long as it was not after Rasa. Gaara thought it would be best if the name remained dead.

"Oh, well…" Nomasaki pondered, averting her eyes to her belly. "I don't want to be rude, but in Yama we don't name ourselves after family members less than five generations ago." She gave an awkward smile. "It's considered bad luck."

Temari sighed. "That's weird, it's not like that in Suna. I forget you're a foreigner sometimes." She smirked back, her cheeks slightly reddened by sake. "I guess you both got some thinking to do on that." Her expression furrowed slightly. "Just don't let Kankurō give my niece or nephew any bad names if you can't think of any, got it?"

"Noted." Gaara said, calm-faced. Taking Nomasaki's hand, he bowed his head to her lightly. "It was nice to see you, Temari. Tell Shikamaru we send our congratulations."

As Temari waved goodbye, the two disappeared into the darkness of the shadowed trees. The road to the upper district was silent of life, making for a decent walk alone. Nomasaki spoke fondly of their Konoha friends, talking about the wedding and how much she could not wait to drink sake again. For the first time in weeks, he felt as if he could speak with her like he always did. Her voice was slightly husky in tone from her beast-blood, but was always smooth and soft in nature – and just hearing her talk was a gift to him. He found himself free of guilt for a short while, listening to the sweet sound of her laugh and him saying how happy he was for his sister, and for seeing all of their friends from away.

With his hand holding hers, the two walked off into the night amongst a cold wind.

It was near midnight when they arrived back at their guestroom.

"Are you hungry?"

"Mmmm…" Nomasaki pondered, laying on the bed in her nightrobes. A brief laugh passed her lips. "Maybe. I did eat at the reception, but… I wouldn't mind a lemon cake."

After setting aside his cloak and hat near the door, Gaara took out something from his pack and sat beside her on the bed. When Nomasaki saw the lemon cake held out to her, she near gasped in excitement and sprang up to see it for herself. Hesitantly, she accepted it.

"Where did you get this?"

A light smile formed on his lips. "I brought some from home, knowing how much you like them."

She snickered. "Thank you so much!" Before she could take a fanged bite, she glanced back to him and her excitement soon faded into a cautious concern. "What's wrong? I know you're tired with your insomnia again and work, but you seem… troubled."

His lips hesitated, his glance moving towards the floor. "…We need to talk."

"Does this have something to do with that heiress?"

Gaara did not answer. "As I promised you, I must tell you something… but I don't know how you'll take it."

"Gaara," She placed a hand on his cheek, guiding his face to meet hers. "No matter what it is, I want to know. Even if… -,"

Her words trailed.

And then a silence.

Preparing himself, Gaara turned away and took a calm breath, his ringed-eyes closed slightly. "When Kankurō and I went to the Hōki Family settlement, Hakuto-sama told us of a vision she had." He began, his voice low. "In that vision, she said that you… -," He could not bring himself to utter the words. Pushing through, he forced himself. "…She saw you die, giving birth to our child..."

Looking to her, he saw her face turn blank.

He adverted his gaze. "She didn't say when or how, but she sent me Shijima to protect you… in case the cause is from the assassins. But… her vision seems to not include them, and is fixated on childbirth." He lowered his head, shamefully. "I kept this hidden from you until I had all necessary precautions in place… I don't want to lose you – or our child to a preventable death."

"No."

When Gaara turned to her, she was sitting up with her hands upon her lap. Her purple eyes were dark under the scarce lamp light, and her face was firm as if stone. Meeting each other's glances, Nomasaki scanned his ringed-eyes as if decoding him and his reluctant secrets. He was going to say something first, but his lips failed to act before hers.

"You're telling me that I – the heiress to the Yamamori clan and a wolf by blood, will die by childbirth?" She retorted. "No, I don't think that will happen. In fact, I refuse for it to happen. Visions mean nothing. A shinobi endures… and so will I."

Gaara stood from the bed. "Don't be foolish! This is serious! She had the vision three times! And each time was the same as the last," When he noticed his raised his voice and saw her frightened eyes, he stopped himself. Anger swelling in his chest, he swallowed his pride and adverted his narrowed gaze. "I don't want to believe it either, but… I don't want to ignore the risk."

"Gaara, I'm strong. I can do this." Nomasaki pressed, reaching out and grasping his hand. She gave a soft smile as he met her face, and he desperately wanted her words to be true. "To be honest, I'm actually terrified of the idea of giving birth, but… I'm willing to risk that for our family." Her hand suddenly recoiled away. "Ow -! My arm,"

"What's wrong?"

Wincing, she clutched her right arm. "What the…?! What's happening?"

Joining her on the bed, Gaara carefully pulled down the sleeve of her nightrobe. The scar left behind by Tenbu was hot as fire and pulsating. Reminders of the past came back to haunt them it seemed – the broken window, the destroyed estate, and lands of oily black stone and glowing jade stone. And the assassin who tried to poison her with sake.

Before his eyes, a seal inscription pulsed – appeared as if written in blood.

That mark… "It looks like the jutsu the leader of Tenbu used," Gaara spoke. "Back when we fought against his beast-form."

"No way…" Nomasaki murmured, holding up her trembling palm. She flinched, her eyes wide. "Wait – it stopped. Is this…? It can't be!" Her shocked expression was locked towards her scar and its fading marking, fear evident on her panicked whispers. "Did the seal not go away after we defeated Koga? Does this mean… we failed?"

"Nomasaki," He said, distracting her. "Where did the assassin touch you during that attack in the market?"

"My wrist -," She froze. A curse muttered its way past her lips, her fangs near visible. Another curse, then another. Tears shone in her violet eyes, anger seething from her shuddering voice. "They planned this! The bastards… I can't believe I was so reckless."

Remaining calm-faced, he put his arm around her and held her close. But there was no way he could hide the guilt and sorrow behind his eyes. "It's not your fault, Nomasaki." He assured, resting his head against hers. As he felt her shudders ease, he breathed steadily and feigned a light smile. "…That just means we have to be reckless together... and figure this out."

She almost laughed, but her emotions forbade her. She sighed, sounding near hopeless. "What will we do?"

"I'll send a scroll for the village immediately about that mark." He said. "I'm going to investigate this seal in the morning while we're still here. Konoha might know something Suna doesn't, being they were once allied with Uzushiogakure."

After giving her a soft kiss to her head, he stood from the bed and began to undress himself for sleep. Removing his shirt after undoing all the buttons, he paused in thought as he placed it down upon the dresser. Sasuke wanted to meet with him at dawn – and to seek out Orochimaru. For most of his life, Gaara was fortunate to not be of interest to the snake, but his father died for that curiosity of knowledge and power. But unlike Rasa, he was not looking to bargain to a foreign land to stage a coup. What Gaara was interested in lacked the necessary blades to be stabbed in one's back – unless the blade was truth itself.

He was not fond of snakes, but at dawn he would have to exercise utmost caution.

"And she saw me die through a vision?"

Her voice broke his focus.

Bringing himself to face her, he kept his saddened gaze lowered to the floor, near shrouded by his red hair. He nodded. "According to her, those born with nature-energy in their blood are somewhat clairvoyant." He met her face, seeing the fear behind her expression. "She has visions of the future, but not all of them come true."

She looked away, solemnly. "Well, that explains why I have visions in my dreams – only mine seem to be of the past." She lowered her head, her face hidden by long golden strands. "But… there was one dream I had where I saw Shukaku extracted from your body, after the Akatsuki captured you. And you…-,"

Before she could say anymore, Gaara sat on the bed and held her close in his arms. When she felt his warmth against her, she buried her face into his chest. "I know." He spoke, quietly. "I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe… I promise."

She nodded, hugging him back tightly.

And he never wanted to let go.

In scattered sleep, Gaara's memories revisited a time near forgotten.

For the first time, a fourteen-year old Gaara was leading a platoon of Suna shinobi. The Chunin Exams in Kumogakure were near a year behind him, but duty was slowly but surely catching up. With his Third Eye Jutsu, he kept careful watch over his platoon while the desert sun soon disappeared over the horizon. Amongst the dunes, he saw Nomasaki and Shintō preparing camp. The rest of their squadron were conversing around a fire, leaving the two members of Team Hashira to talk alone.

"I don't know why you care so much for that one... I mean... he's feared for a reason, Nomasaki," Shintō grumbled, sharpening his kunai, "You don't need to keep sticking up for him."

Turning back, she shot him a firm look of loyalty. "Why shouldn't I? He's one of us, isn't he?" Turning back to preparing the tent, she closed her eyes halfway. "Besides... he's my friend."

Her answer irked Shintō, leaving him to sigh. "Whatever," He scoffed under his breath, "Just be careful, alright? He's a jinchuriki of that tanuki-demon. You never know when he can lose control."

She gave him a wary look and turned back to the tent.

Out of respect, Gaara dispelled the Third Eye. He did not want to eavesdrop on his comrades, as he reminded himself that it would be perceived as rude. Social cues were never his strong-suit, but he was open to learn if it meant restoring his bonds with his comrades.

"Gaara?"

He near jolted from the voice.

Turning, he saw Nomasaki standing behind him. Her face was kind and pleasant, the fading orange of the sky near turning her vibrant purple eyes to a dark shade of night. It was months since they last spoke – not since the conclusion of the exams. She called him her friend then, he recalled. He wondered why she approached him that evening. Not one of his comrades had so far during the mission – or on any assignment to the normal troops. But then he was reminded that she was different, just like he was. As he stood across from her, he felt Shukaku turn slowly inside him, but its chakra refused to surge unlike the last. At least it was staying dormant.

"I know you're our captain on this mission, but…" She began, her expression appearing shy while she looked away and looked back again. With a smile, she met his face. "Did you want to join us? We're just about to have supper before turning in for the night."

Her words surprised him. Stoic-faced, he tried to show some gratitude. A light smile formed on his lips, and meeting hers made it easier. "I'm fine, but thanks."

She nodded. Before heading back, she took out something from her pack and held it out for him to take. "I…I made a bento for you earlier." She said. "There wasn't any time for me to… give it to you, but I can at least give it to you now."

He hesitated at first.

Carefully, he took the wrapped bento. It was cradled in a small green cloth, making him realize she must have put a lot of thought and care into it. He did not know what to say. He could have said 'thank you', but he did not remember the last time he said the words.

"I can sense your chakra and… Shukaku's." He heard her say. Turning to her, he saw a firm and concerned look in her strange purple eyes. "You stay up all night, but even you must get hungry sometimes." She gave a friendly smile. "You can always join us, you know. We're comrades, after all."

"Nomasaki," He started, unsure of how to say it. "I… -,"

"Hey! Nomasaki! Where did you go? Food is ready!"

It was Shintō's voice.

She turned back towards the camp, looking back to him before departing. "I have to go. I promised Shintō I would be his partner on this assignment." She smiled again, and in the fading desert sun her eyes shone. "I know it's hard for you, but you should rest. You are our captain, after all."

And she descended down the plateau, he was left with a strange emptiness.

When he opened his eyes, he was back inside the guestroom.

His insomnia surrendered for a little while, but he could feel it lingering in his eyes to keep him awake. Stress was there as well, and a sense guilt. Nomasaki was fast asleep, her soft hums of breath rising and falling as she lay on his bare chest.

Had Nomasaki chose Shintō instead, her life would have been calmer. She and her modest-born husband would leave Suna and move to Yamagakure to be close to her father, where Shintō would be captain of the border guard and Nomasaki the next contender for chieftain after her father retired. Their children would have Shintō's raven black hair and her gentle violet eyes - who would follow in the line of the Yamamori clan, and the two would be able grow old without the constant threats from assassins, dissidents, and disgruntled councillors. And many years later, Gaara would be destined to meet Nomasaki again face-to-face but not as former lovers reunited – but as Kazekage and chieftain. He himself would have stayed a bachelor, choosing to not marry Hakuto but instead choosing a handpicked successor. It would have been a lonely life for him without Nomasaki in it, but he wanted whatever made her happy – and he loved her enough to allow for that choice.

But that was just a fool's dream – and Nomasaki fell in love with Gaara against all odds.

And Gaara fell in love with her.

Glancing down at his sleeping wife, her chest gently hummed against his as he ran his fingers through her silky golden hair. His sand could protect her from harm, but it could not protect her from visions of the unpredictable future. In his thoughts, he felt a hopelessness as his heart ached with what may lay ahead.

If she fell in love with Shintō instead of me, her life would be easier, He convinced himself, He would live with her in the mountains, and they would be happy… All I bring to her is pain… and suffering. A thought crossed his mind. No, he realized, That would have never made a difference… because she was never meant for a normal life.

Softly, Nomasaki slept soundly upon his chest.

And neither was I…