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Final Warning: Yaoified; if you haven't figured out what that means, then what the hell are you doing reading this fic for?! It was quite obvious from the last chapter that there will be hot guyxguy action in here! Of course this chapter will be extremely mild. PG-13 I'm going for. And actually guys, this chapter's been sitting on my jump drive since...about a few days after I posted the last chapter. I wasn't even going to post it, cause I pretty much hate this chapter and for the life of me can't think of a better one but my friend convinced me otherwise sooo, here you go.

Rehabilititation

Final Chapter

When Naruto opened his eyes in the morning, it was to see the gentle teal of Gaara staring across at him, a warm glow in their depths yet still not reflected on his face. He couldn't help the blush that heated his face; how long had Gaara been awake? "Good morning, Gaara." He whispered, leaning foreword for their customary morning kiss.

"It is afternoon, actually." Gaara informed him after releasing their long, leisurely slow lip-lock. "You slept a long time. Were you that tired last night? Or is it..." He paused, unable to stop the smirk curving his features. "because I wore you out?"

Naruto's blush deepened and he burried his face in his boyfriend's chest, breathing in deeply the scent of Gaara, himself, and their love. He stayed there, not speaking, until there was a loud and rather intrusive knock at the door.

"Naruto, Gaara, it's time to get up. You've been in bed all day, and I don't care if you were up all-Itachi! I'm trying to talk here!-night doing whatever it is you do. Kyuubi's already left for work. Itachi!" Kakashi's scolding voice quickly turned passionate and his footsteps could be heard walking away with a certain someone.

Naruto giggled before sitting up, barely wincing at the slight pain he felt. He'd gotten so used to it by now that it didn't really bother him. "Well, Gaara, I guess it really is time we get up. Do we have anything important planned today?"

Gaara shook his head, watching as Naruto, naked, stood and walked over to their dresser. "There's the meeting with some of the kids from school, but other than that there's nothing going on." He didn't feel the need to mention that Kakashi was throwing another party tonight; he was pretty sure Naruto remembered that.

"What kids are going to be there, again? It's not that stupid council that's still hoping you'll join and help them defeat the Iwa school, is it? Cause if it is you're not going!" He spoke with much vehemance as he quickly changed clothes, gargling pre-rinse mouthwash as he did so.

"No, it isn't them. I think they got the message after our last encounter...don't you?" Gaara whispered, feeling his sand slither up onto the bed and curl around his body. Yes, those council members wouldn't soon forget that Gaara wasn't one to be persuaded by any means.

"I do. Now let's go! The sooner we get up and dressed the sooner we can leave this house and get away from those lovebirds-and have a little alone time." The blond's voice turned positively wicked as he tossed a pair of jeans to his boyfriend.

"I thought we already had our 'alone time,' Naruto." Not that Gaara was complaining. He was always thinking that there were too many people around-Kakashi, Itachi, Kiba, Sai to name a few-and although he wasn't one to care anymore if he happened to french Naruto in front of others, he certainly hadn't been getting as much as he wanted lately. Of course, with another party on the way, well that just upped the standards some more. "Party" was Kakashi and Itachi slang for "getting laid."

"...." Naruto couldn't think up an appropriate response to that so he simple reiterated his last question. "Anyway, who're we meeting with? You never answered me."

Gaara sighed and stood, dressing swiftly and neatly. "It's not the student council but it's close enough. The class representative wants to enlist our help with the summer festival coming up, although he didn't say what we would be doing. I guess we'll find out later."

"Bo-ring! But I guess I can put up with it, as long as I get to work with you." Naruto made a sappy, mushy face, earning a scowl followed quickly by a passionate kiss. He laughed. "Okay! Naruto and Gaara are on the prowl! Let's go show that guy what we're made of-but we can't agree too swiftly. Let's make him beg for our help!"

Gaara shook his head. And he'd thought he was devious but it appeared Naruto was learning something from him. Good. He slipped closer to Naruto so that their sides brushed ever so enticingly as they walked, careful to leave his gourd on his other side. He didn't feel the need to carry it around for his own protection anymore, or even because it made him happier to think that it could be used as a powerful weapon. No, he brought it for one reason and one alone: he would never be helpless to save Naruto if he had it with him. And that was that.

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"Hm, so this is the infamous Hatake household?" The amused voice cut off with a snort as the young man appraised the structure. "It doesn't look like much. Are you sure you found him here?" A scathing glare was given to the trembling female at his side.

"Y-yes, milord. I promise you, my sources told me that Kyuubi is currently living in this house. He's carrying a job and living like a normal human but it's him, no doubt." She paused to breathe; the killing aura radiating from the man beside her was enough to cut off the breath of any self-preserving person.

"I see. Well, we'll give him his life and privacy-for now. Another week, perhaps two, before I come back to get him. After all, a kitsune can't stay long in a borrowed home." Dark eyes glanced down the street and saw two people walking away from the house, one bright blond and the other bloody red. There was a moment of recognition, of a tortured past before it was gone and he turned away. "Let's go, Nibi-Nii. You'll be staying with me until I reaccquire my possession." With that the Ichibi no Shukaku walked away, back into the fast-running sports car that had been made personally for him. Yes, he would wait before he took Kyuubi back. All he needed was a little time for the preparations.

And it is done! Rehab is over, done, finished! Although, just at the end came a hint of perhaps a sequel...involving maybe Kyuubi? That man he wanted for his own? But that's a big perhaps. Now, I did say I was thinking on an epilogue for this story, an M-rated one with Gaara as uke. It's still on my mind, I just haven't gotten around to writing it. And I know this last chapter sucked, and was way too short, but I can assure you that if I do write the epilogue it will be anything but, sucky that is. I can't make promises with shortness, usually. And now, readers, just because it's finished doesn't mean I won't welcome the review or two you might have to give me! Please, I promise cookies if you do!

Ayame

Also, I would like to thank each and every one of you readers who have seen this story through to its end. Sure, the original plot, if I even had an original plot, might have been lost in the way of having fun and some scenes were too short for my liking but it did get finishes, ne? Anyway, you guys are just the absolute best. I love you all! And I hope that if that sequel does ever come out you'll be back for more! ;3