Sorry for the hiatus, I've just entered junior college and boy oh boy. I've never studied so much in my entire life! Groans. I reread Reviving Clans and I found so many missing words and grammar mistakes! GOSH. I'll work on it after writing this chapter.

This chapter can get pretty sexy. The M rating is there for a reason! You have been warned. Also as promised I will be giving you a chapter twice as long as normal. YAY.

Chapter 8

They told Gaara that he was hallucinating when he said a women saved his life. They said it was an illusion formed by his mind to cope with the extreme pain, a side effect of the extraction of a tailed beast. However, her scent, the sweet fresh smell that reminded him of apple pies, honey biscuits and just home had imprinted so strongly in his mind, he knew she must have been real. Her eyes contrasted so vividly with her crimson locks, a burst of bright colour in that dark room. She could not be a dream. Especially since they had found him with a mysterious glass orb of wispy silver green smoke that hung from his neck.

Gaara refused to believe that someone he felt so incredibly attracted to was a figment of his imagination. Then he discovered the weird letter his secretary had chucked into the bin about his engagement to a foreign girl named Harumi Lily Potter-Black-Slytherin.

Out of curiosity, he had looked through his family records for a Potter Clan. He found his answers in a dusty old tome, albeit an answer he disliked. He had delved deeper looking through his family's sand rituals to see if he truly was tied to a marriage, only to discover that he had to share his queen with two other guys. He toyed with the idea of killing them for a moment, but decided against it. From experience, he knew killing loved ones was never the way into a person's heart.

His siblings bought him salted beef tongue skewers, they said it had been from the new convenience store. He had heard of that store, after all he was the one to give the chop and sign of. The skewers melted in his mouth and he had a hard time stopping the moan of happiness from escaping his lips. So when he heard that they also sold gizzards. Gizzards of all things. Of course he had to go down for a bite himself.

He did not expect to find his fiancée at the store, nor did he expect to see someone flirting with her. He had been so angry, he nearly pulverised that disgusting filth with his sand. He had to remind himself over and over again that he was the Kazekage to prevent his sand from murdering the guy right then and there. When she introduced herself, her cheeks flushed red from heat, her green eyes reflecting the afternoon sun. Gaara could barely think clearly anymore, his mind was bewitched by her beauty.

He promised to study for her, so he did. Although, he might have neglected some of his Kazekage duties. His anbu black ops had weird expressions on their faces when he said that he wanted to read the racy romantic novels instead of doing administrative work. His elders had equally horrified expressions when they found him leisurely watching pornographic videos in his office, while signing official documents. His jonin shinobi reporting in from a mission were stunned when they found him trying to understand the mechanics behind sex toys while debriefing them.

His staff gave all sorts of excuses for his actions to the new young genin teams and for a few weeks, the rumours of him wanting to make Suna a sex theme park circulated across the country. Although, he did find an entire box filled with all kinds of sexual items from his people after they found out the real reason. It was nice to see that they supported him in his studies.

When he had any questions, he would ask his siblings to help him. They chocked, stuttered and blushed a lot when he asked them any question related to this topic. He understood that it was not a common topic among people to discuss over meals. However, when else would he have the time? The videos did not make him feel anything. Unlike his brother, he could keep a straight face even in the most hard core of pornography. However, when he pictured Harumi in the provocative position the actress was in. His face would heat up, his heart would beat faster and his pants would feel tighter than usual.

It felt odd, kind of painful and good at the same time. He did not know what to do with his problem so he asked his brother, who had gave him a few different suggestions. They did work but it did not feel as good as his experience with Harumi. He thought of her all the time. She promised to come back in a week but it had been a month since he last saw her and he was getting impatient. Her workers only told him that she was busy with work and would see him when she could. However, as the best ninja in Suna, it was pretty obvious that they were lying to him.

He crushed the pebble in his hands into smithereens at the thought, the stone disintegrating into dust at his touch. Tch. It must be due to her other soulmates. His mind fills with thoughts on how to kill the unknown men slowly, thinking of the ten thousands of ways his sand could kill them so that it appears to be a natural death.

"Thinking of your girlfriend again, Gaara?" Kankuro teased.

"Oh shut up Kankuro. Don't rub it in his face that she hasn't visited him in a while." Temari huffed, shooting a glare at his older brother.

"Hey but he's got to chill out you know! At this rate he's not going to go with the Allied Shinobi Forces. Can you even imagine what our history textbooks would write about? Gaara Sabaku, the Hokage who declared war because his wife promised to have sex with him but didn't show up." Kankuro blabbered on, not noticing the wall of sand looming over him. He yelled as the sand grabs onto his clothes and hoisted him upwards.

"GAH-GAARA!" Kankuro squawked, his arms flailing about in the air.

"Shut up. I'm not looking for sex. I'm f*cking worried. " Gaara growled, his eyes practically ablaze with pure fury. He sniffed and turned stalking away from his siblings.

"GAARA! HEY LET ME DOWN GAARA!" Kankuro yelled. "I'm sorry okay? Don't get mad at me-SHIT!" Gaara smirks hearing the resounding painful thump from behind him. "Tch…You just don't want to admit that you were soooo looking forward to sex, you crazy sex maniac." Gaara scowled, flicking his fingers to smash a whole fistful of sand into his brother's mouth. "AA-ARGH. GAARA! BLEUGH."

Heh. Gaara chuckles to himself, walking towards the assigned waiting location they had been given. Gaara sighed, running his fingers through his hair. His significantly duller blood coloured hair that was nothing like his fiery Goddess.

Where was she?

The question remained in his head as he signed papers, stamping his approval for constructions and buildings. He was barely paying attention to whatever the hell his Feudal Lord was saying when they discussed on the Alliance with the neighbouring ninja villages.

"Gaara." His goddess appears literally right under him. He blinked experiencing a sudden lift in height as he seats on her laps. Her arms were wrapped around his body. She snuggled closer, burrowing her face in the crook of his neck and gives a contented sigh. Gaara blinked, surprised that his defence mechanism did not even put so much as a fight against her. His sand practically didn't even work when it came to her. His anbu black ops reflexively leaped out from their hiding spots, but he raised his hand immediately holds them back, protective of his lover.

"You're finally here. Are you okay? What happened?" Gaara asked, letting her snuggle and nuzzle her face on him. It kind of tickled…But, felt really nice and whenever her breath brushed against the soft spot on his neck, his body tingled with something that felt so good and warm. He glanced down at his feet, feeling a blush rising up to his usually pale cheeks. He wordlessly, signals for his anbu black ops to get out of his office before he completely breaks out of Kazekage demeanour. He wanted his time with her and also his reputation to stay in place.

"Sorry, I got injured and well-"Gaara was immediately out of his 'seat', his fingers gently grasping her hand. He commands his sand to crawl up her body, checking for injuries. Hari squirmed as he touches a particularly sensitive spot. "That tickles!" Gaara watches the blush rise in her creamy cheeks, and his confidence rises as he wills his sand to venture to more dangerous zones.

"WAIT. Wait, don't try to distract me. I want to tell you something." Hari tells him wheezily, gently pushing away the tendrils of sand attacks. Gaara stops his ministration, tilting his head to the side in question. Hari straightened her clothes, shaking the sand from them. She shot him a glare, her nose scrunching up cutely. Gaara smiled pleasantly, giving her his best political smile.

"This is going to sound really weird but my ancestors also formed the marriage contract with two other clans-"

"I know." Gaara replies, almost impatiently tapping his foot. Almost.

"Huh?"

"I know you have two other soulmates. My clan records have that information and I also did a blood ritual to check." He replied.

"Wow." She blinked looking stunned. A smile stretches across her lips and Gaara was suddenly taken aback by how beautiful she looks with her crimson curls splayed across her shoulders. "That was easier than expected."

"I studied." Gaara gazed up at her expectantly. "I studied a lot. So I want you to reward me." She raised a brow, her lips tilting upwards. "Please." He suddenly remembers his manners, and purposely widens his eyes blinking slowly just like how Temari taught him to do. Puppy dog eyes, was what she called it. Hari faltered and she gives him an amused expression. Gaara's mind drifts noting that her pupils dilated whenever she looked at him. He wondered why.

"Hmm? Really…Are you sure you can take it?" Hari purred. "My best friend Hermione taught me this just in case I couldn't withstand my husbands' stamina. " She trailed her fingers over his skin, the ghostly touch causing goose bumps to form. He swallowed, feeling his heart beat race faster under his skin, the sound thrumming in his ears. He watched intrigued as her fingers trailed over his body, leaving a trail of gold on his pale skin. He blinked watching as her fingers went downwards painting gold flickering pictures on his skin, suddenly feeling a little scared.

He did not even last two minutes under her spell. He even fainted because the pleasure was too much for his pubescent body to handle.

Just before his mind blacks out from pleasure, Gaara decided if he was going to beat her he needed to study even more and train more.

-(.-.)-

Maybe, she shouldn't have done that to Gaara in his office. His anbu black ops had been absolutely distraught when she had carried their unconscious Kazekage out of the office with a feather light charm. They appeared before her with their weapons raised, looking ready to decapitate her with a swipe of their very sharp looking knives.

When she implied that the Kazekage fainted because he couldn't take the pleasure, the rather stoic ninjas had all froze, and proceeded to turn interesting shades of red. They called for Gaara's siblings and disappeared quickly. Hari wondered what the hell had Gaara been doing to his subordinates to make them act this way.

"So you're back huh?" Kankuro laughed good naturedly, patting Hari on the back. He hoisted Gaara up higher on his shoulders and snorted. "Gaara has been sulking the whole time you weren't around." The siblings were currently escorting her to the Kazekage's bedroom, and Kankuro offered to help carry her unconscious fiancée.

"Kankuro! Stop teasing him. He's just in love that's all." Temari chided, her face turning into a sappy fangirl grin. "So cute," Temari huffed, a small blush on her cheeks.

"So I'm assuming we'll be seeing little Gaaras soon eh?" Kankuro grins lewdly at her. Hari blinked rapidly, a red tinge on her cheeks. She shook her head, waving her hands frantically.

"EH? What no! Not so soon!" Hari laughed, scratching her face embarrassedly.

"Seriously? He's been talking about sex for every single damned meal!" Kankuro gaped at her. "He was like some kind of possessed sex maniac for weeks! I thought he was never going to stop!"

"KANKURO!" Temari yelled. "He's just interested in something new…That's all." Temari coughed, trying to save her younger brother's reputation.

"Are you kidding me?" Hari snorted, gaping at her brother-in-law. Gaara took her words really seriously. Kankuro smirked, opening his mouth wanting to seemingly wanting to make fun of his brother. "Oh my god. He's so adorable." Hari sighed, cupping her face in her hands. Kankuro deadpanned, giving her a look.

"I give up. You two are meant for each other." Kankuro sighed. "Damn, but seriously bagging three men at one go? If I were Gaara I would understand why he studied that topic so fervently." Kankuro shook his head, giving her a teasing smirk.

"Sometimes, I think I should be the one studying." Hari groans. "If you think three is lucky. Think again, the whole ninja stamina shit…This is exactly why I'm trying to put off that for a while!" Kankuro bursts out into peals of laughter and Temari blushed bright red.

"Then what did you do to him?" Kankuro gestured to Gaara. Hari smirked, as they stop before the door. Kankuro carefully placed Gaara into her arms, and she hoists him up easily carrying him princess style. "He's like totally knocked out from exhaustion. Gaara is usually a light sleeper." Kankuro frowned.

"Secret perverted technique." She winked at the siblings. They raised a brow, looking slightly worried for their brother. "Nah, he just busted his nut too hard. If you know what I mean." They gaped at her for an awkward second. Kankuro guffawed holding his stomach, while Temari blushed, looking away from her.

"I'll take care of him. If you're seriously worried, I promise not to do anything too rated so the guards can stand closer." Hari shrugged, bidding them farewell. She then opened the door and entered the bedroom, inspecting the area. His bedroom sucked. Big time. Hari sighed, shaking her head slowly. The bed was clearly a cheap rip off, which was barely used. After so many years with a lack of sleep, did Gaara not know the importance of a good bed? What the hell was with the shitty looking toilet? She frowned glancing at the chipped porcelain from sand and overuse. She flicked her wrist, transfiguring the room into something much more comfortable.

The bed changed into a three layered mattress with over 4000 coils of steel and layers of silk, cashmere and cotton, the softest most malleable bed she could ever possibly make. To prove her point, she placed Gaara onto the bed, watching as he practically sank and was consumed by the sheer softness. She topped it off with soft downy pillows, and 'handmade' thick fluffy quilts with cutesy knitted patterns of her and Gaara. She clicked her fingers laying the floor with a soft carpet, proper ventilation that kept the sand out and a small heater. She switched the lights to something classier, finally turning to the toilet which she expanded and changed into an airy bright space with various cacti and plants that lined the bamboo themed walls. Perfect.

Hari bounced onto the bed, spelling both her and his mouth clean and changing them both out into night clothes. Her in a simple oversized shirt and him in a long sleeved and pants soft cotton. She had learnt pleasure magic from a magical sex book Hermione had gotten for her. Her best friend claimed that Hari would be unable to satisfy three males by herself and would eventually need the help of the magic if she ever wanted to wake up without feeling sore for the rest of her life. Hari had chucked the book aside out of embarrassment, but recently she had the guts to pick it up again

The minute she started the spell on Gaara he had arched his back from sheer pleasure, unable to stop the strangled moan from escaping his lips, his eyes rolling backwards. She had watched, rather amused and aroused by his reaction as he writhed against her fingers, panting hard, his cheeks stained bright crimson red. The pleasure magic, coupled with the soul magic must have been too much for him, because the minute he explodes he collapses with exhaustion into her arms.

She crawls towards him, propping herself up with one hand, watching Gaara as he slept peacefully. His long lashes fluttered every so often, as his chest rose and fell. She must have fell asleep at some point, because she awoke to soft morning light streaming in through the windows and the thick lilac coloured curtains. She blinked, feeling toasty and warm despite the chilly morning air. Something large and soft was wrapped around her, it smelt really good too…A familiar scent of sweet summer rain.

Her eyes snapped open to see the very muscular chest of a very pretty red head, the stag tattoo above his heart glinted softly under the light. His sand armour was clearly completely gone, from the way his skin lost the slight roughness, which she only notices now. What the actual hell, it was actually ten times smoother than usual. She gently runs a finger over his skin, marvelling at how silk like it felt against her own flesh. Did the sand provide moisturizing qualities or something? His skin was that of a baby's! Hari was slightly jealous. First Itachi, with beautiful facial features, then Naruto with pretty hair and now Gaara with amazing skin. Damn it! How did she get so lucky? Hari mentally fangirled over her future husbands.

Gaara shifted pushing the sheets aside and revealing his pale creamy abdomen. His body was also conveniently curled, making his abs even more defined. This was exactly why you have ninjas as lovers. They were all fit and muscular as hell, putting her own much flabbier body to shame. No it wasn't thick and beefy like a slab of meat, it was the pretty sort of muscular. The fibrous bands of muscles were defined with just the right amount of fat, the six packs obvious to the eye. The cutest thing was probably his light rosy pink nipples, the colour of his lips.

Then again maybe it was the little tattoo at the centre of his heart, her stag with its shimmery emerald green colour. She snickered to herself, slowly reaching over to touch his abs, wanting to have a squish of the hard meaty muscle. She startles as he grunts drawing her closer to his body for a hug. Her fingers accidentally pry open quilts concealing his dignity to reveal-

Gaara in his birthday suit. HOLY SHIT. HE WAS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY 100% NAKED. Hari adverted her eyes quickly, not after stealing a quick-nope she was totally lying-a very long glance. Her eyes trailing slowly down the sinful cuts that lead from the top of his hips to his family jewels. She blatantly takes the time to memorize the sight. Hot damn. He was magnificent with his morning wood. Cough. Maybe longer than Naruto? Hari shook her head, blushing hotly. Naruto would be so pissed off that Gaara not only won him in the Kage department but also in length! HEHEHEHEH.

She clearly remembered changing him into pyjamas with magic. Hari glanced at the pile of clothes dumped beside the bed which meant that Gaara had got up at some point at night and totally stripped down. So…Gaara liked to sleep naked?

Sure, she'd heard that sleeping naked resulted in blood circulation improving and some kind of bacteria protection? However…This was pure torture! Gaara's fingers trailed across her back and pleasurable tingles ran up her spine. He snuggled, nuzzling her neck with his nose, which brushes against her racing pulse. God. She shivers instinctively, but Gaara merely sighs happily. His breath tickling her neck. Hari flips over, back facing him trying to get to a better position where she would not continue seeing the upright elephant in the room.

"Ha-hari" Gaara moans, his voice sinfully rough with sleep. Hari froze, feeling his weight shift on the bed as his arms wrapped around her body tightly. His skin deliciously warm against hers as the soul magic alights sending pleasure through both of their veins. He had shifted so close, his legs were tangled with hers and his hard chest pressed onto her shoulder blades. He exhales onto the nape of her neck and Hari melts feeling pleasure build in her midsection as his arms snaked under her shirt to hold onto her belly, his arm brushing against the mounds of her chest. Hari swallowed, squirming a little at his touch. Who knew he could be so gutsy when asleep?

Hari yelped in shock when Gaara rolled his hips pressing something way too thick and too warm, dripping with something blazingly hot onto the intersection between her ass cheeks. Hari swallows thickly, the only thing between her and the rod of steel was just her underwear and shorts. Her skin blushed, feeling the blood rush across her face and down her skin.

"Nggh Ha-Hari." Gaara moaned, the sound vibrating across her skin. He gently brushed his lips over her ear, exhaling slowly. Instinctively, Hari arches her back at his touch, his breath on the sweet spot of her skin sends her heart into a flurry, beating faster than normal. Her skin burns brighter and brighter on feeling the throb of his male organ on her ass. F*ck. She tries in vain to wriggle out of his grasp, only for her extremely strong ninja husband to clamp his arms around her midriff tightly.

"Damn it Gaara. You sleeping perv." Hari hissed through her teeth, his arousal nudges pass her shirt and touches her skin. She exhales at the feeling, feeling hot and bothered as something stirs in excitement deep within her. He grinds hard, rotating his hips upwards to rub himself onto her. Hari gulps feeling warm toasty pleasure course up her veins and she stifles a moan from her lips. Gaara however, was full out mewling in pleasure, continuing his ministration with fervent need. God was this a wet dream? She turns to see his closed eyes, his brows furrowed tightly, beads of sweat on his forehead. Definitely a wet dream turned real.

"Please. Please. P-Please." His voice cracks raw with need as his hips thrusted wildly. Hari panted feeling hot pleasure blaze through her skin. He finally explodes, his arms tightening over her skin as he lets out a strangled scream which she muffles quickly with a hand to his lips for the sake of his anbu. Damn it and she promised she wouldn't do any racy stuff. It was all Gaara's fault. Magic rushed up her skin sending pleasure signals through her brain. She bit back a moan to hide under the covers, her heart racing like a mad horse. This was so lewd. AH.

She sighs fanning herself with her hand and shaking her head. Damn it and he had to leave her bothered and freaking aroused. She spells them both clean, reaching to grab the quilt to cover his skin only to accidentally grab a handful of a supple mound of flesh

She reflexively squeezed the soft squishy mound his ass. Wow it was hella soft. She squeezed it again. It was like those squishy phone cases that you find in cute stores, where you get addicted to squeezing the thing. Hari felt kind of perverted to prey on a sleeping male and use his ass like a squishy toy. Gaara arched his back, pressing his body onto hers. She could feel his hot erection brushing against her lower abdomen.

Gaara gave a strangled whimper. The sound rumbled deeply in his throat, like swirls of honey and milk. Heat shot across her skin as his doe shaped eyes snapped open revealing turquoise orbs, hazy with lust and sleep. He blinked sleepily, his dusty red eyelashes fanning across pale cheeks. His eyes met hers and for a moment he seemed flustered and disoriented, looking confused that his sand armour was not on. Then he glanced at her his brows furrowed. Hari squeaked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his body.

"Why did you touch me?" He purred, his voice husky with sleep. He sounded puzzled, yet somehow pleased. Very pleased. Hari was reminded like a cute little racoon, happy that its owner was showering it with love and care.

"That was not on purpose!" Hari bit her lips as his fingers snaked to rest too close to her ass for comfort. Damn it he was the perverted one! How did tides turn! AHHH She was suddenly hyper aware of those long fingers drumming gently on her lower back. He smirked at her discomfort, his hair cutely sticking up in random angles.

"If you wanted to make a baby with me you should have just said." His eyes, those luminous turquoise orbs peered down at her, glinting with amusement. Hari almost died at his reply. Was Gaara always so…direct? He was also extremely close to making a kid with her today. She could have practically just inched her butt backwards and let him do the dirty with her in his sleep. F*ck. Blood rushed across her cheeks travelling down her skin. "Ah. You're changing into a pretty colour." His eyes widened with rapt amazement and his fingers gently prodded her cheeks.

Hari's mind proceeded to melt as he snuggled up to her, like a koala bear. He's so cute. Hari could hear angels singing in her brain, those angels were also conveniently ignoring his 'let's make a baby' statement. He's like what? 16? Sure, ninjas were all automatically adults and they were aliens that did not follow Earth's rules. However, that did not mean she was going to make him a dad at 16. Maybe, Itachi first?

Suddenly, Gaara sat up quickly looking like a stunned meerkat by the way his large eyes stared around him unblinkingly. He kind of resembled a fish.

"Oh sorry I added some things to your room." Hari chuckled awkwardly. He visibly relaxed, but just as he was about to go back to snuggling with her. There was a knock on the door. He tensed, his expression soured to an almost pout. With his large faint coloured pupils that dilated even further at the sight of her, he practically mastered the 'sad puppy face' flawlessly. Right now if he wanted anything, she would freaking do it. Just not making a baby.

"K-Kazekage-sama? Hari-sama? It's time for you to get up." His attendant called from outside the door. The attendant sounded like he heard Gaara's wet dreams. Hari was quite sure almost every anbu black ops had heard it. Gaara slid out of bed begrudgingly, looking like a kid who got scolded for taking too much candy. The sand armour crawled back up his skin and he began to get dressed. Hari stared at him, proceeding to enjoy the view. Oh so his sand armour has a hole for him to pee and shit through. It covered every inch of his body even his eyes except his nostrils…Doesn't that make any holes on his body his weak points?

Interesting. Good to know.

-(x-x)-

Two hours later, Hari finds herself in the kitchen. Bubbles of gas popped over the surface of the golden oil, Hari submerged another meat patty into the burning hot fat. The golden brown cakes bounced up to the surface, bobbing up and down on the surface. Hari lifted it up with wooden chopsticks, inspecting the surface. Ground meat, mixed with chopped onions, salt and pepper shaped into patties. They were then coated with eggs, bread crumbs and deep fried to create the perfect meat cutlets infused with pepper up potions and chakra replenisher.

Hari lifted up the patties, whistling to herself appreciatively. The crumbs crackled softly under the pressure of her chopsticks, some falling back into the oil. This was going to be the main dish of Naruto and Gaara's lunchbox. Hari nodded, happily to herself and placed the golden patty on a bed of finely chopped lettuce next to three large rice balls in a cute lunchbox. She drizzled on the sweet and sour tonkatsu sauce, carefully writing the words 'I love you', adding in a few tomatoes and lettuces for colour contrast.

According to Death, Gaara and Naruto had none existent childhoods, they had never had a real home cooked meal in pretty much their entire life. Hari's heart clenched painfully at the thought, she was adamant that they experienced a lunch box packed with love from their fiancé. Hari sliced the tamagoyaki into two, arranging it so that the omelette formed a cute heart shaped symbol. Hari grimaced at the sheer cuteness of the bento box, feeling embarrassed just by looking at it and the amount of love it held. Gah. She slapped her hands onto her cheeks, cringing at herself.

Hari swirled her fingers, her magic slicing the carrots and cucumbers into cute little rabbit shapes. God. She glanced at the lunchbox, shaking her head. It was so cute. Naruto was going to complain about how unmanly the lunchbox was. Hari sighed shaking her head in embarrassment. Oh well. She went overboard, might as well let them consume the creation. She wrapped the lunchboxes in napkins and made her way to the Kazekage's office. Hari would have just apparated, but she was pretty sure Gaara's security would kill her on sight.

So like a normal person, Hari climbed up the stairs, went through the security, talked to the receptionist and was escorted to the Kazekage's office by his ninjas. She knocked and opened the door, peaking in to see Gaara looking deep in thought at the stacks after stacks of paper works to sign. He glanced up at her and his stern demeanour vanishes like water.

It was kind of funny. One minute Gaara was all stiff, sitting up straight looking like the Big Bad Boss he was, and the next minute he was slouched, hands propped on his table, a sleepy smile on his lips. Hari stifled a snort and walks up to the table placing the lunchbox on his desk. She harrumphed, bowing lowly.

"Lunch your royal highness." She teased, and he raised a non-existent eye brow. Sometimes, she wondered what he would look like if she drew in some brows on his face.

"For me?" Gaara asked, pushing his paperwork aside with a hint of disgust. He quickly unwraps it his eyes alight with a childish glee.

"A lunchbox." Hari told him, tapping his nose gently. He blinked rapidly, tilting his head slightly in question. Damn, that was cute. Hari's inner fangirl squealed and did cart wheels at his actions, begging at her to just hold him close to her heart forever and ever.

Hari coughed, mentally preparing herself for whatever reaction Gaara might have to the cuteness of her lunchbox. "It's my first time making a lunch box, but you know I've been reading a lot of How-To –Be-A-Good-Wife books so, "she grimaced, feeling shy as Gaara unclasps the lid and lifts it up.

"Tah dah?" She supplied helpfully. Gaara was silent for a while, staring at the bento with wide open eyes motionlessly inspecting every corner of the lunchbox in all of its adorable and cute glory. His eyes roamed slowly over each cute and adorable design and Hari can't help but feel like dying from embarrassment.

She blushed, frantically waving her hand. "Okay, okay I'm sorry it's not very classy looking for you to be eating it here-"

"I'm eating it here." Gaara replied firmly, his eyes still glued to the box.

"Oh, are you sure? I mean. It's kind of embarrassing-"

"It's cute and pretty." Gaara gives her one of his rarer smiles. The smiles that reminds her of a shy little innocent boy who was talking to his first crush or a plate of golden sweet pudding drizzled with hot caramel sauce, oozing with creamy goodness. Hari's heart fluttered at the thought. Gaara glanced down at the lunchbox, a bright smile on his lips. "And it's made by you."

"It's a little childish though isn't it?" Hari laughs, relieved that he likes it. Also feeling star struck by how cute he was.

"I like it. I like cute and pretty things." Gaara replied, staring intently at her with wide unblinking owlish eyes. "Like you." He drawled, smiling up at her innocently. Hari stared back at him, practically feeling Cupid's Arrow pierce into her fleshy heart, killing her in an instant with one sharp gilded arrow. Smooth line! She blushed prettily, spluttering with embarrassment at his words. Awww he knows how to flirt now.

"Are you implying I'm childish?" She teased with a fake huff. Gaara blinked, opening his mouth and closing it.

"Ah…Ah…" He tries to rebut frantically. He looks like he was panicking from the way his eyes widened into huge circles of turquoise.

"I'm kidding. You're so cute sometimes, I just want to hug you forever." Hari laughs, plucking a tomato from the box and popping it into his mouth. She does not expect him to open his mouth a little wider, eating not only the tomato but also her finger.

He bites gently on the surface of her index finger, looking up at her with large doe like eyes from under his long dusty red lashes, the dark circles around his eyes emphasizing on those beautiful orbs. The feeling of his teeth on her finger, causes tinges of pleasure to zap up her skin and she gasped at his action. Her eyes zeroed onto his moist pink lips which encircled her finger gently, a pale pink tongue licks at it sensually.

Hari freezes, she could actually feel her heart in that freaking finger fluttering rapidly at insane speed from the overload of having an adorable boy do naughty things on her finger. Hari swallowed thickly. She watched as he softly kisses the finger, before releasing it with an obscene popping sound. The move was so utterly seductive and sexy, Hari can't help but burst into flames and combust inside. AHHHHHHHHHH!

"OKAY!" She squawks, leaping back her cheeks burning a bright crimson red. She held her chest to her body just in case her heart decides to jump out of her ribcage. Well, biologically that could never happen, but it felt like her heart was currently suicidal by the way it hammered at her ribcage for its escape.

"OKAY! EAT YOUR VEGETABLES! I'm going off now before I distract you completely from work!" Hari yelped, feeling flustered by his sudden forwardness. MERLIN! GAARA! YOU MAKE MY HEART GO DOKI DOKI YOU ADORABLE LITTLE RACOON! It was never safe to lower your guard down when with Gaara. Gaara's grin grew wider, and he laughed softly.

Gaara watched as she disappears in a soft crack of green light and he smiles, chuckling softly to himself as he plucked a rice ball out of his lunchbox to feast upon. Honestly, though he had expected to wake up to a raging hard on, especially since his dream had been one of the most intense. He could almost swear that the feeling of her ass on him was real-

"HEY GAARA!" His brother stormed into his office with a wide grin on his face. "MAN DID SHE POP YOUR CHERRY OR SOMETHING THIS MORNING? The anbu are suffering from blue balls because of you man! WAS SHE THAT GOOD?"

Gaara blinked, his mind drawing the connections quickly. It seems like that dream had been pretty real after all.

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Hari shook her head frantically, her mind overloaded with too much information of Gaara and his growing perverted abilities hidden behind an innocent demeanour. Crap he was getting better at this. Maybe she should not have made him read all those books. She heard that he was practically ordering shipments from neighbouring countries just to get his hands on more porn. She sniffed, rubbing her nose a small smile on her lips. It was honestly quite endearing to see how determined he was to satisfy her request.

Perhaps if she asked him to learn to cook for her and their future babies he would study like crazy. Hari decides that she would try it next. Damn. Hari shivered, zipping up the faux fur jacket as she tromped through the snow. Why the hell was Naruto in Lightning Country? He was clearly freaking freezing his ass off.

She turned a corner to see Naruto looking just as moody and sulky as always standing in the snow with his teachers, Kakashi and Yamato was it? Hari squints to see familiar fish eyes. Yup. She frowns lifting a hand to shield her eyes, actually was that Sai too? She chewed on her lips, scrunching her nose. Damn it she was hoping to catch Naruto alone to give him his lunch. Now she was going to have to wait for him to take a shit or something.

Hari sighed twiddling her fingers and her crimson locks spins up into a neat bun, tied tightly by an invisible entity. Naruto had said before that he did not want her meeting his friends, reassuring her that he would properly introduce her to them. At that time, she knew he had felt unworthy of her, and believed that she would eventually leave him soon. Hence, he was adamant he did not introduce her to his loved ones. He did not want to solidify her existence in his life. That was before her coma, now she's not so sure anymore. Still, her mind tells her not to go and so she decides against just walking right up to him.

She watched her little sun god from a distance, admiring the way his golden hair stands out like a beacon of light in this dreary winter wonderland. Her heart melts a little at the thought of him. They've gotten closer after the outburst, but there's a bit of him that still remained broken inside, that still felt undeserving of love. Whatever. Hari's job was really to convince him that he needed to be a little selfish sometimes.

Hari smiled fondly, rubbing her nose. Itachi and Naruto were similar in that expect. Boys who thought too much on life. Gaara was just too deep and sentimental.

Her eyes widened in alarm at the sight of Naruto with his hand on his chest, his shoulders heaving much too hard to be normal. She watched in shock as he collapses on his knees into the snow, breathing way too quickly and exhaling more than he should. What the heck? HEART ATTACK? OH HELL NO!

Apparition is instinctual as her magic teleports right before Naruto collapses onto the snow and he slams right into her arms. Hari doesn't even register the slight pain from the force, as she props him up to let his head rest on her shoulder, rubbing his chest soothingly. Her worst fears were put to side with a quick magical diagnosis and the soul magic seems to understand that this was not a time for pleasure as it worked to send soothing magic through the bond.

"Shh shhh breathe slowly." Hari rubs his back, barely noticing the weapons and was that a pillar of wood? Inches away from her throat. She practically ignores his teachers and friend, choosing to press a kiss to his forehead, smoothing out the lines of tension.

"Ru-Rumi." Naruto manages to say her name between pants, his eyes wildly quivering unseeingly searching. "Sasuke. I can't. I can't-" Hari pursed her lips together and places a palm over his eyes, effectively knocking him out into deep slumber and he relaxes in her arms. His breath finally coming out in slow even exhales. Her lips tremble at the sight of him, and she can't help but feel a shiver of cold go up her body as her heart cries for him and his pain. She gently lifts him up carefully with a feather light charm and now pointedly looks at his teachers who probably realized she wasn't an enemy by now.

"Remember me?" Hari asked glancing at Yamato and Sai.

"Ah…You were at the bridge with Naruto kiss-" Sai points out, his mouth forming a small 'o'. Yamato looked embarrassed and slapped a hand over his lips quickly.

"Mmhmm. What did he say I was?"

"Orochimaru?" Sai smiles.

"WHAT THE- wow." Hari glanced at Naruto, her eyes narrowing. "If you weren't sick I would have dropped you right here and right now."

"Wait calm down, Miss. We all knew he was lying, it was extremely obvious." Yamato reasoned.

"Of course I won't drop him." Hari smiles at him, feeling amused. She glanced down fondly at Naruto. "He can't seem to lie to anyone can he?" Hari mused. She then passes her sleeping husband over to Yamato who stumbles to take him looking surprised.

"Here take his lunch too." Hari plops the lunchbox into Kakashi's hands who blinks in surprise.

"Wait what? Miss!" Yamato calls as she turns and walks away.

"Tell Naruto I'll be back! I just have to speak to a little brother of mine." She disappears in a flash of silver and green. It was high time she slapped some sense into a certain otouto, even if Itachi would have wanted him to go bat shit crazy for god knows what reason.

Hari would not stand back and watch as Sasuke descended towards madness, dragging Naruto and eventually Itachi down with him.

A bold but stupid decision because the minute she steps into the battlefield, intent on slapping some sense into Sasuke. Something hits her on the head, and she stumbles, succumbing to darkness, tumbling into the waiting arms of someone with an orange masks.

Orange. Just like the favourite colour of Naruto. She admits, she should have been a little smarter when it came to this, she had gone too complacent believing too strongly in her own prowess as a witch.

Although it was kind of not really her fault, she never did expect anyone in the ninja world to know some form of teleportation too.

Sighs.

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Whoop! That's it for Chapter 8. See you all in Chapter 9! :)