AN: Thanks so much guys for all the views. I just want to say to my loyal viewers, since it's school time, and college has me working hard, you guys are catching up on my writing pretty fast. When I started putting this up, I had about fifteen chapters. Now I have seventeen, but you all have read fourteen counting this one (I'm not counting the prologue due to the fact that it is a prologue). So sometime this week, I'm going to stop updating at least once a day, but I'll try to keep it once a week, but I can't make any promises. So just so you all know, my updates starting this week are going to take longer due to college work and you guys catching up. I've been writing this story for three months, basically all summer, every day, for hours and hours, because I had nothing better to do. So that's the reason why I've been updating so fast. All of this was written in like late July. I know I'm ranting, I just wanted to make sure you all understand that you're almost completely caught up with me.
And to Me and Gaara 4ever, Ok, so it is actually stated on legitimate Naruto merchandise? Because, it wasn't in the show, I checked the info card they showed in the Chuunin exams and nada. And then I asked a good friend of mine who is like a Narutard to the MAX, and she said it wasn't stated in any of the comics or the episodes. So I was confused as to when they actually stated that he had a fixed birthday. Oh and, for your first comment, I'm not that cruel. ^.^
And to Thomas Drovin, I know, the suspense is killing you. Good thing you don't have to wait too long. I'll try not to make many cliff-hangers. I know how much it annoys me when I'm reading something, and the author ends the chapter in a cliffie, then doesn't update for like, years. It's down right depressing!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters etc. You know the drill.
Chapter Fourteen: Just Friends … Right?
~Page 100~ [AN: Because I got that far! ^.^v]
Gaara couldn't make his voice work. He didn't want anything to do with her anymore, but there was a part of him that was wondering what she was going to say and still wanted her around. He thought she was going to apologize, but he wasn't ready for that. He wasn't sure he'd ever be ready for that. He couldn't trust her anymore. But that nagging part of his mind had him rooted there for her.
He didn't want to be there anymore. He wanted to run. He wanted to tell her something harsh and walk away, but he couldn't. His mind was running a mile a minute, but his body was frozen. He wanted someone to help him, and Cordi could see this by the anguish showing on his face. Before Matsuri could say anything else, Cordi had waltzed in between them, positioning herself on one of Gaara's legs, making him divert his gaze to her and lose his attention on Matsuri. She ran her hands quickly through his wine red hair and pushed his head towards hers so their lips met. His eyes were wide in shock. 'What the HELL is going on!?' he asked himself. He looked at her confused; until he saw her eyes glare at him. He could almost hear her yelling at him, "Play along!" Getting what was going on now, he put an arm around her waist and he placed his other hand in her dirty blond locks, pressing themselves closer together. She opened her mouth and licked his lips, which opened, making his eyes close. She pushed her tongue against his and they could feel tingling sensations shooting in they're mouths. He pushed her tongue back, and suddenly from underneath his eyelids, he saw fireworks. Suddenly he was dazzled by the array of colors his mind's eye was showing him. That had never happened before. He could feel Cordi running her hands through his messy red hair, messing it up more. He could feel her hips slightly grinding with his. They could feel gazes on them both during their little make-out session, and not just Matsuri's. The entire party was looking at them.
Cordi pulled away and, keeping her face close to his, drifted her mouth to his ear. "Nicely done," she whispered in a congratulatory tone so quietly that only Gaara could possibly hear it. Then she giggled loudly saying, "Oh, Gaara," most likely for Matsuri's benefit. Gaara couldn't see her though because his eyes were closed. He kept his arm around Cordi's waist as she pulled away, and turned towards Matsuri. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," Cordi apologized in a falsely sweet voice. Matsuri's face was crumpled into hurt and shock, and to Gaara, it felt oddly right. That was probably the face he had when he had found Matsuri and Kankuro on his desk.
"You … y-you two are t-together now?" Matsuri asked in a voice that sounded slightly broken, but she was obviously trying to hide it.
"Yeah," Cordi said cheerfully. "About a week now. I just can't keep my hands off him." She faked an embarrassed smile to Matsuri, holding on to his shoulder. Then she turned back to Gaara, still smiling, but then said, "I wanted to dance with you at least once before the night was over. Come on!" She quickly grabbed his hand, both feeling a slight shock like electricity, and dragged him out to the dance floor, leaving Matsuri in their wake looking as if she was about to start crying.
"I can't dance," Gaara whispered to Cordi in a worried tone once they settled themselves on the dance floor.
"Nor can I. Well, not solo dancing. I'm better at ballroom dancing, which no one does anymore," Cordi whispered back. He gave her a confused look. How could they dance if neither of them knew how? "Look, we're just going to dance simply. Put your hands on my hips," she instructed quietly. He gave her a mildly shocked face. "Do it!" she ordered again, quietly enough though no one overheard. So he put his hands on her hips. She put her arms around his neck, and they started swaying to the slow music playing now. It was "I'm With You," by Avril Lavigne.
Cordi could feel Matsuri's glare burning her skin. Cordi smiled on one side of her face, but frowned on the other. Gaara furrowed his brow and asked, "What is it?" as quietly as he could.
"She's not taking it," Cordi said, not looking at Matsuri, still smiling; but it was obvious to Gaara that she was troubled by this information from her tone. The smile was merely for Matsuri's benefit again. "You're going to have to kiss me," she stated, slightly angry with herself. Gaara gave her a curious look. "I started the last one. To make it look like you're over her, you have to kiss me," Cordi whispered. Gaara blinked his understanding, and then leaned down, meeting her ruby lips with his. He removed his hands from her waist and placed them in her hair again, holding their embrace together. She pulled herself up with her arms around his neck. She lifted a hand to his messy red hair, and twirled a few strands of it around her fingers. He licked her lips, gaining entrance. He pushed against her tongue, the familiar tingling brought back to life. He could see the fireworks again, and wondered what they meant. Suddenly, a thought came to his head that kind of depressed him. These last two kisses with Cordi were the best kisses he had ever received hands down, but he was never going to have her. She said this morning that she didn't want to date him because it would be weird. This was just an act to help him with Matsuri. There was a tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him to pursue this; that this was what he wanted, but he wasn't sure. She pushed his tongue back and played with it a little with hers. He switched sides, turning his head so he could get a different angle. She took it and continued to stroke his tongue with hers, driving him nuts. She started playing tricks with her tongue like making clovers and flipping it upside-down, which also began to drive him nuts.
She quickly snuck a peek over to the bar. Matsuri had left the building. Cordi tried to pull away, but Gaara gave a primitive growl, wanting his turn to show his tricks. Cordi sighed, and let him have his fun. He sucked on her bottom lip, nibbling on it a little, pulling her back into the kiss. He stroked and massaged Cordi's tongue, earning a small moan from her. He was able to wrap his tongue around hers, pushing and tugging on it. He'd flex his tongue a little, then relax it, then flex and relax, and so on. He pulled her tongue back into his mouth and started to stroke it with his teeth, lightly. They felt as if they were in their own little world, and the real world hid behind a tapestry that at any moment could be torn down, but it felt private enough. She moaned again, and he with her.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by someone standing next to them clearing their throat. They both broke the kiss, pulling out of each others' embrace to face an angry Temari and a confused Kankuro. "Why couldn't you guys simply get a room instead of giving Baki-sensei a heart attack over there?" Kankuro asked in a hushed tone, nodding his head towards his teacher who was almost catatonic except for his blinking.
"I have a bone to pick with you, Cordi," Temari scowled. Cordi shrank back a little at the fierceness of Temari's gaze. "Just wait till we are home," she stated quietly. She turned to the rest of the party and said, "Thanks for coming. We enjoyed having you all here, but sorry to say the party ends here tonight," Temari said to the crowd ushering them out. When Baki was saying good-bye, all he could do was blink at Gaara and Cordi strangely. Then he walked out. "I'm so sorry, Baki-sensei," Temari apologized for Gaara and Cordi.
"What the HELL was THAT!?" Temari screeched, pacing around the living room. Gaara and Cordi sat on the couch while Kankuro sat in a chair to the right. Kankuro had his hands steepled in his lap, and he looked to be in serious thought.
"I believe it would be called a kiss," Gaara stated bluntly. Cordi snorted a little, but Temari was not too pleased. Temari looked as if she was about to breath fire.
"YOU GUYS!!! I AM NOT WELL PLEASED!!!" Temari yelled.
Both Cordi and Gaara winced at her volume. Could you tell that wench to quiet down a bit? Some of us are trying to sleep Aleera growled. Cordi frowned.
"Yeah, well we aren't well deaf. So turn the volume down," Cordi replied.
"What the HELL were you thinking!?" Temari yelled at the both of them. "You LIED to me!" she accused, pointing at Cordi.
"No, she didn't," Gaara stated in an annoyed tone. Temari gave him a look asking him how he would know. "I heard the entire conversation this morning about her not wanting to date me. I get it, too. What happened at the bar tonight was a simple ruse because Matsuri came, and I didn't know what to do."
"Don't people do that here, too? It's very common for a good friend to step in like that in a similar situation where I'm from," Cordi explained.
"That's barbaric," Temari scolded.
"But it's effective," Cordi replied. "Did Matsuri stay or leave?" Temari was silent. She knew that Cordi was right. "If there is anything I'm good at, it's helping friends get rid of people easily. For example, one of my cousins just moved back to America from England. When he started school, there was a girl who started stalking him. He told me about the ridiculous lengths she went to follow him around. He told me that he and his friends wanted her gone, but she just wouldn't leave them alone. Then he told me her name and what she looked like. She happened to be a girl I knew. This girl and I had hated each other since we'd met when we were five or six years old. She was a spoiled brat because her father was rich. She was the kind of girl who thought she could get anything she wanted. And she wanted my cousin. So I told him the next time he saw her, to talk to her and tell her that I said 'hi.' And that when she asked how he knew me, to tell her that we were cousins. When I talked to him later, he had done what I told him to do, and she quit stalking him right after he did that." Cordi shrugged when she finished her story. The Subakus looked at her strangely. She frowned back at them and said, "I dunno'. It's a gift."
"So, that's all you were doing?" Temari asked, completely not buying the story. "You were trying to get rid of Matsuri, who left thirty minutes before you guys quit making out?"
Gaara and Cordi were silent. There was no excuse for thirty minutes. "What I was wondering about was, what was with the growling and moaning?" Kankuro asked, an eyebrow quirked. "Were they just sound effects added much too late, or were they real?" Yet again, Gaara and Cordi were silent.
"Another thing I'm having trouble with is that they failed to realize people were TAKING PICTURES!!!" Temari snapped. "I mean seriously. Our reputation is going to tank if everyone thinks we're housing a gold-digging whore."
"EXCUSE ME!?" Cordi snapped back. "I'm not a whore. I'm most likely the only virgin in this room!" Gaara and Kankuro blushed, both obviously ashamed, as did Temari a little, but she pushed it back.
"You are not," Temari stated, a little quaver in her voice.
Cordi laughed. "You know, you lie like a rug, and a cheap one at that," Cordi smirked. They looked at her strangely again. "It means you're a horrible liar," Cordi explained. "It's something my Mom would always say when she could tell one of us was lying to her."
"That's not the point. They can sell those pictures to tabloids or newspapers, and people will think what they will. They can read into a picture like that. Ever hear the saying, 'A picture's worth a thousand words'!?" Temari argued.
"Yes, we use it frequently in my world. We also use 'Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones,'" Cordi replied. "Have you heard that one?" she asked sarcastically. Temari just glared at her. Cordi sighed then said, "I'm going to my room. Good night." She quickly exited the room and went upstairs. She announced that she had reached her room by slamming her door – hard.
Temari just screamed in anger, then stomped off to her room. Kankuro and Gaara watched their sister storm up the stairs, and then heard her door slam. Kankuro turned to his brother and said "Wow…"
"What?" Gaara growled, obviously annoyed.
"Oh, nothing…" Kankuro stated, not looking at his brother. It was silent for a little while, but then Kankuro asked nervously, "Hey, Gaara?"
"What?" Gaara asked in the same tone.
"What was it like?" Kankuro asked innocently.
"What was what like?" Gaara asked, not quite getting his brother's question.
"Making out with Cordi," Kankuro stated, as if it was obvious. "I mean, it must have been to your standards, because I'm pretty sure with your personality, it takes a lot to elicit a growl or moan from you."
Gaara pursed his lips, and was silent. Then he stated, "It surpassed my standards. It was weird. She made Matsuri seem like – well Cordi made it seem as if Matsuri didn't even know how to kiss someone. And then, there was this whole thing that when I closed my eyes, I saw fireworks. That never happened with Matsuri. It felt as if we were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered, which has never happened before either." Gaara was obviously a little confused by what happened. Kankuro was also confused. Kankuro had had a lot of girlfriends, and Matsuri was the best kisser of the bunch. It would be quite confusing.
"So, do you like her?" Kankuro asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I don't know. But I might as well not pursue it. Didn't you hear? She doesn't want to date me. She says it would be too weird," Gaara stated.
"Yeah, I get that. She knows more about you than I know most likely. I get it. She saw your life story on a TV show, which isn't really either of your faults. From what she told us, she probably lived your life. From what I see, you both have a lot in common," Kankuro stated. Then they heard the song "Missing" by Evanescence blare down from Cordi's room. Several phrases in it made Kankuro think of Gaara. "Also, if she listens to music like that, she has to know quite a bit about what it means to be an outcast. She's also sarcastic like you are, which makes me notice that you guys are so alike it's hard to find any differences between the two of you."
Gaara frowned at Kankuro, not really wanting to go through a lecture about girls he should date. "We look nothing a like," Gaara stated in his usual sarcastic monotone voice.
Kankuro frowned at his little brother, and growled, "Thanks for the observation, Doc. Obvious." Gaara shrugged, and leaned back in the couch cushions. "I'm just saying, you guys make a nice match. Now don't get me wrong, making out in public like that was weird. But you guys make a nice couple, oddly enough."
Gaara scowled at his brother. "But she doesn't want to date me," Gaara growled, reiterating his previous point.
"Look, I'm just saying. She might be better for you than Matsuri," Kankuro offered. He stood up and smiled at his brother. "I'm saying just think about it. I mean, I get it that it would be a little weird, but you guys can move past it if you can open her shell. Believe it or not, I think she's still healing from her alone experience. You both might be able to help each other with it." Kankuro turned to leave, but then he added, "Whatever you do, don't break her heart. From what I've heard and seen, she's as loyal as they come, and someone like that doesn't deserve to get hurt."
Gaara nodded, and let his brother leave him alone in the living room. He reminisced about what had happened this morning when he had come down, and stood behind the wall eavesdropping on his sister and Cordi.
"… you've been there a lot for him recently. It would be very unlike him if he didn't even notice it," he heard his sister say, while walking through the foyer to the kitchen, and for some odd reason, he felt compelled to listen in. He quickly sidled up against the wall, and used his third eye to see the girls' expressions, setting it near the lamp hanging over the table, so no one would really look at it.
"I'm not saying he wouldn't notice it," Cordi argued. "I'm just saying he would register it as an act of friendship, not an act of …" she stopped. He listened closer to see if she said anything else, but she didn't. Instead she added, "And I'm not even sure if I would date him in the first place."
"Why not?" Temari asked, a smug smile playing on her lips. Gaara cursed himself for letting his sister notice his presence. He hoped Cordi didn't notice. He didn't want her mad at him for listening in.
"Is he right behind me?" Cordi asked, turning around promptly to find air behind her, not noticing his red hair on the other side of the wall. He prayed silently that she didn't notice he was there. He knew that they were talking about him, and was curious about the way the conversation was going. Cordi sighed, and continued, "Ok. I probably wouldn't date him because it would be weird. I mean, it's cool when he was a fictional character and I could dream about meeting him. It's kind of like meeting your favorite actor," she stated. He laughed a little, knowing exactly what she was talking about. There were many times that he would have loved to meet an actress on his favorite TV show, but he didn't know what he would do if that happened. Cordi happened to be handling this whole situation well. "But then start dating him? Stuff like that just doesn't happen. It's too weird," Cordi continued. Temari nodded understandingly. Gaara felt his heart drop a little, which he didn't understand. He didn't have feelings for her … right? "Especially for him because I already know so much about him, just because I read the comics and watched the show, I would seem like a stalker. But I'm not. I already knew his life story when I met him, but he didn't know mine."
"Well, what if it wasn't serious?" Temari asked casually, giving a knowing glance at his third eye. She wanted to show Gaara that there were other fish in the sea. She just wished that he would notice before it was too late.
"That would be worse," Cordi groaned. Gaara's breath hitched. Would dating him be really that bad? He felt his heart sink again. "Because then it would be my dream with a bad ending."
His brows furrowed as he was brought back to the present. What was she going to say when she stopped and shifted the subject? The question was driving him nuts. Then something rang through his head. "Because then it would be my dream with a bad ending." He could here Cordi saying that, echoing through his mind. What dream was she talking about? Why would it have a bad ending? Suddenly, a clue shifted into place as he remembered the pause when she should have said something. Did she like him? And if she did, for how long had it been? And how could he have been so blind to it? He needed to talk to her. He needed to ask her. He needed to know what was going on right now.
He ran up to her room, and swung open the door, as a song named "Chop Suey" by System of the Down played in the background. He could hear her singing along with the heavy metal song, so he followed her voice, only to find she was in the shower, and just stepping out. His eyes went wide as he saw her, all of her, wet and steamy from the shower. And then he noticed she was naked. He could see her milky white breasts … then chivalry kicked in. Suddenly, a blush rushed to his face, one he couldn't contain, and Cordi screamed. "I'm so sorry," Gaara spluttered, turning around, covering his face with his hands, as she pulled the shower curtain around her for some coverage.
"What were you doing?" Cordi asked in a harsh whisper.
"Nothing," he replied, looking at the ceiling, his back still facing her. "I just came up here to ask you a question."
"Well, let me get dressed," Cordi ordered, snapping a towel off the rack and wrapping it around her. "I'll let you stay, if you promise not to look," Cordi said to the poor Kazekage who seemed oddly occupied by the stucco ceiling. He bit his lip and gave a small nod. She darted around him to her closet and quickly got changed into her pajamas. She grabbed a seat on her bed, then asked, "What did you want?" It wasn't until now that she noticed his eyes were screwed shut as he looked at the ceiling. "I didn't blind you, did I?" she asked sarcastically.
"No," Gaara replied. "Is the coast clear?" he asked, opening one eye, looking around a little.
"Yeah," Cordi stated, almost laughing at his reaction. "What do you want?"
"Well – I was wondering … I mean – Oh God, I'm not going to be able to say this," Gaara grimaced to himself. Cordi raised her eyebrows, confused at the stumbling Kazekage. "I'm just going to come straight out with it. Do you have feelings for me?" Gaara asked, his face looking curious and wanting.
Suddenly Cordi looked caught, which she quickly brushed off by looking down at her hands in her lap and asking innocently, "Why do you ask?"
Gaara was dumbstruck. Honestly, he didn't have an answer for that question. "Um… it's just that the kiss … it left me a little confused once all the facts about it were lain on the table," Gaara recovered.
Cordi noticed he wasn't giving her a straight answer, so she wouldn't either. "To tell the truth Gaara, I don't know. I mean, we're just friends right?" Cordi asked, her heart sinking with every word. The truth was, she liked him – a lot! She had liked him for years when she first saw him in the comic.
At the moment, Cordi was too preoccupied with her thoughts on her lie to preserve their friendship, she didn't catch Gaara's shoulders slump sadly. His face went from curious, to let down in a split second. "Yeah. Just friends," he muttered to himself.
He was about to walk out when he heard her say back to him, "I liked you enough to give you my first kiss." It was very quiet though, he almost didn't catch it. But he did.
"That was your first kiss?" Gaara asked, turning back around, his face contorted in confusion and disbelief. Cordi nodded her reply. "But it was amazing. I mean all the tricks you were doing. That couldn't have been your first kiss," Gaara stated, still in disbelief.
"I was just improvising. I had no idea what I was doing," Cordi confessed.
"What about with your other boyfriends?" Gaara asked.
Cordi's face fell sadly as she stated, "I've never had a boyfriend. Sure guys thought I looked good, but they were too worried about their reputation to date me. All of the guys I ever liked seemed to have a thing for my best friend. She was less toxic to their status at school." She frowned at the last part. Gaara couldn't help but feel empathetic to her. Matsuri had been his first girlfriend, and it seemed to take long enough for him to finally get girls to look more at the good in him than the bad.
"Well, it was an honor," Gaara stated. "The boys at school don't know what they missed." Cordi smiled at him, in thanks. And he smiled back. "Good night," Gaara said, shutting the door.
"Good night," Cordi replied cheerily. "Gaara," she whispered sadly to herself, "You'd never go for a fan girl like me." Silent tears slid down her cheek. It was her own self-fulfilling prophecy. She was doomed to live alone all her life. She knew Gaara would find a girl who was strong and worthy of being the Lady Kazekougou, the Kazekage's wife. But that wasn't her … because they were just friends.
And that's all you'll ever be to him! a darker version of her voice stated evilly in her mind. And so she sobbed silently to herself in the dark room.
As Gaara walked down the hallway back to his room, he realized it was starting to be painful to walk. His pants were starting to chafe. He looked down, and to his embarrassment, he realized he had tented. He didn't even notice it in her room, but it was obvious when it had occurred. He made a mental note to always knock before running in, this way he wouldn't be in the predicament he was in now. He prayed that his brother and sister stayed in their rooms so they wouldn't see him and point and laugh at his member making a tent of his pants.
The next morning, Rox sat at the gate waiting for Shikamaru. He wasn't normally late, so this was a first. He was almost an hour late. She had pulled out a Sudoku book, one of three that Cordi had gotten her these past couple Christmases. She had just finished three diabolical levels, when she heard the happy laughter of a three or four year-old, and oddly enough, she heard her sensei's indifferent tone. But he sounded different. He sounded happier, and more kid-like. Rox turned to see Shikamaru walking with a three and a half year old boy holding onto his pants leg. The boy had spiky black hair and Kurinai's red eyes. He wore blue overalls with a red shirt underneath it. Rox instantly knew who the kid belonged to.
Shikamaru though, was wearing black jeans and a green camouflage shirt. His hair was yet again tied up in the similar pineapple ponytail. His face though was not indifferent like usual. His face held a playful glow as he made faces at the little boy. In his hands, he held today's paper, which was normal.
He looked up to see Rox standing in front of them smiling. "What are we doing today?" Rox asked, still smiling.
"Well, I've been put on babysitting duty for little Asuma here," Shikamaru smiled, placing a fatherly hand on the boys head. "Asuma, this is Roxanne, my student … kind of," Shikamaru introduced. "Say hello."
"Hi!" the boy said cheerily, "I'm Asuma, and I'm three!" he declared, holding up three small fingers.
Rox laughed at the little boy's exuberance. "Hi, there Asuma. My name's Roxanne, but everyone calls me Rox or Roxy," Rox smiled at the little boy.
"Rocky?" he asked, unsure.
"Close enough!" Rox cheered, laughing and holding her hand up for a high-five. Asuma smiled and lifted his small hand to hers.
"You're pretty good with kids," Shikamaru complemented.
"Yeah," Rox laughed. "You two."
"So, what were you working on?" Shikamaru asked, eyeing the book held in her other hand.
"Oh, just a Sudoku book my sister got me for Christmas. I just finished three diabolical levels in a row, so I'm pretty happy with myself," Rox smiled. Shikamaru laughed at her excitement over the simple achievement. "Alright, you should try one. You won't be laughing anymore. You'd be begging at my feet for my secret."
"Maybe some other time," Shikamaru laughed. Then he gained an evil smirk and said, "I figured you'd want to look at today's paper. So here," he said, putting the paper in her free hand. "We'll see you later, then." With that, Shikamaru and little Asuma left Rox.
Asuma turned back to her and waved, saying, "Bye-bye Rocky!" Roxy smiled and waved goodbye to him.
Then she turned around to read the cover page of the newspaper. There was something weird about how Shikamaru acted. He had obviously read the paper already and found something amusing. Once her eyes laid on the front page article, she got what was happening. In big bold letters at the top read "Kazekage's Fiery New Girlfriend!" With a picture of Cordi and Gaara making out in a pub in the middle of a frozen dance floor. Gaara was leaning over her sister hungrily and provocatively, as Cordi's body arched to touch him. Her hands were knotted in with his messy wine red hair, as his were with her sister's caramel and honey locks. Cordi had a jean leg up around his hips, making the picture more provocative.
Everywhere in Konoha, there could be heard Rox's screeching voice, uttering one solid, "WHAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT!?!?!?!?!"
AN: So yeah. The ending is pretty funny, huh? And Asuma's and Kuranai's little boy is just adorable! For those of you who haven't read the comics or haven't watched Shippuden, Kuranai is preggers with Asuma's baby. Any way. Please remember to review! OH! And if you are wondering how I came up with Kazekougou, Kage means king in Japanese, so I figured the spouse of the Kage would be called Queen. So I looked it up and found Kougou, and decided to use it. So it would be like Hokage-Hokougou, Kazekage-Kazekougou. Get it?