Arianna: in response to a review, yes, the roles will be switched. Naruto is much too competitive and such to be uke all the time. you'll see in this chapter that through all the smut, either boy will play uke and it doesn't matter to them who, really. besides, it wouldn't be any fun to play the same poisition forever, now, would it? kukuku.
Rianne: However, Gaara does like being dominant. xD I mean, look at his eyes! xDDDDDD
Uhh, I took forever this morning to look at this to make sure it was suitable xD (Here's our MSN chat about it xD)
Arianna: dammit, Rianne, people want more and we have more to give! smut and all! so we should give it to them!!
Rianne: I know! I know! -hides from rocks being thrown by angry peoples-
Arianna: haha. JOO BETTUR HYDE! D:
Rianne: Ahh! -gets hit in the forehead with one rock and gets swirly eyes, blood trickling down from practically between the eyes-
Arianna: oh no! -runs over and kisses blood away whips around and screams, charging- BACK OFF YOU HEATHENS! WE'RE UPDATING, OKAY?!
Rianne: -laughs her head off-
Arianna: -rolls eyes- what? is my display amusing to you?
Rianne: I just thought you were straight, is all. xD
Arianna: But i like blood. if i can get it away with my lips, i will. -sounds like a creepy vampire- oopsie...
Rianne: Me too xD But still. xD
Okay, enough of that, on with the story! HUZZAH!
Arianna: i can't believe i'm lettign you keep that in there. but seriously, guys, that really happened in our IM convo. shows you the shenanigans Rianne gets me into. -smacks her- anyway, READREADREAD. m'kay?
Gaara woke to find that he was dressed once more. However, the blonde wasn't under him anymore. Sitting up and casting his gaze around, he saw a note from his kare, his boyfriend (Though the word felt funny to him) saying that Temari and Kankurou had taken him for ramen. The note said they'd be back soon. However, a dull ache arose, in his heart. "Naruto-kun..." He whispered, but shook his head and forced a smile. Even though he was feeling alone, impatient, and slightly sad because he wasn't with his kare, Gaara could deal with it. 'Naruto, I'm waiting for you, so hurry up. I know you love ramen, but take some to go or something.' he thought grumpily. Slowly standing and moving to the window to look outside, Gaara rested his hands on the windowsill. He could not see Ichiraku's from where he stood, but he fancied that he saw a brief glimpse of Naruto sitting there with his siblings, as if he was having a premonition.
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"Er, wow, Naruto… you sure know how to eat." Kankurou sweat dropped, watching at the blonde consumed the last of his fourth bowl.
"I'm a growing, training shinobi; I need all the strength I can get, dattebayo! Plus, it tastes so good, how can I stop at only one bowl?" the blonde retorts with a grin.
"Gaara will probably wonder where we are when he wakes up…" Temari hints, wanting to leave with at least half her earnings still intact. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to promise to pay for Naruto's ramen…
"I left him a note," the kitsune chirps. "So don't worry about it!"
Out of the blue Naruto makes a puttering sound in the soupy remains of his bowl, choking slightly.
"Oi, are you okay?" Kankurou asks, a frown on his face.
"He was eating so fast that he was bound to choke sometime," Temari says with a roll of her eyes.
Naruto blinks hard for a moment, hearing Gaara's voice in his head. "Naruto, I'm waiting for you, so hurry up. I know you love ramen, but take some to go or something." And, oddly, his emotions shifted into impatience paired with a grumpy pout coming to his face. Part of him began panicking, wondering why the hell that had just happened. That was seriously freaky.
The blonde slams his bowl down, the sound of pottery hitting wood startling Kankurou and Temari more than the blonde's choking had. "Pay the man and let's go," he says curtly, Gaara's emotions rubbing off on him. Plus, he hardly wanted to keep the redhead waiting…
Hold on. How the hell did that happen, anyway?
A smooth voice chortles in Naruto's mind, and he knows exactly who it is.
Kyuubi, what's the hell is going on?! I thought I just heard Gaara's thoughts!
'You did, kit. I decided to help you two out a little.'
Come again?!
The demon fix chortles again, his throaty laugh echoing off the inner walls of Naruto's mind. 'It's nothing much, really; it helps that Gaara's compatible with Bijuu. You see, Naru-to,' he says fondly, obviously enjoying himself, 'I connected you two. Consider it a… mating gift. You can feel and hear one another now. Lovely, ain't it?'
What?! Not really! That's pretty scary if you ask me, Kyuubi! So, like, will I be hearing Gaara's… uh… every thought? And does he hear mine?
'That's what I said.'
A-and everything we feel can be felt by the other?
'Pleasure, pain, and everything in between.'
"Gahhh!" Naruto bellows suddenly, causing Temari and Kankurou to send him curious looks. He turned around and laughed apologetically, rubbing the back of his head. "Er… I stubbed my toe," he lies. Turning back around frantically, he wonders what Gaara has to say about all this, and if Kyuubi's little magic trick is truly accurate. He swallowed nervously, thinking, Did you get all that, Gaara?
'You should probably call him "mate", you know. Or at least "kare".'
Shut up you stupid ball of fur! You've done enough damage!
Kyuubi gets defensive in his tone. 'Now that's not very nice, kit. I bet your mate doesn't mind it so much.'
In fact, what Gaara minded and didn't mind was made very clear in the next few moments…
Gaara was silent for a few moments.
...I prefer Kare, if you must know... He thought, frowning. ...Demo, must I have my mind cracked open for anyone to see? Granted, I'm relieved that it's Naruto if anyone, but still... It's... strange, to say the least. Oh, Naruto, did you react in a way that made it seem something was up in front of Temari and Kankurou?
Gaara's crimson hair swayed in a soft breeze as he opened the window. Memories of the night before flickered through his mind and he shuddered deliciously, blushing as he realized that the feelings were no doubt transmitted to the blonde.
Kyuubi was amused by their confusion. It was kind of cute the way they didn't understand. 'No, only you two share a mind and heart now. No one else can hear your thoughts other than Naruto, and Naruto, no one else can hear yours but your mat– I mean kare.'
No, Gaara, I don't think they suspect anything. I was sure to have you dressed and the bed cleaned up as soon as I woke up this morning so that they couldn't guess. You sleep like a rock, do you know that? He adds with a small inner smile, to explain how he did so much without the redhead waking.
'Now if you're done questioning me,'Kyuubi mutters inside Naruto, 'I'm going to sleep. G'night, kit,' he purrs and he retreats to the back of Naruto's head. But it's not night! Oh, whatever.
Naruto sighed and looped his hands behind his head, trying to act normal for Temari and Kankurou. Although this was hard to do, seeing as how he paused in his pace to shudder and blush thanks to what Gaara had just been thinking of. He grumbles under his breath something about a nine-tailed fox and it's sneaky magic tricks before picking up his pace again. He was thankful that the older two of the Sand Siblings were oblivious to his actions and were talking amongst themselves. It was odd, because now Naruto would have to be careful what he thought or felt around others since Gaara would hear and feel the same thing. On the other hand, Kyuubi was helping keep them together; for when Gaara returned to Suna, the other boy's thoughts and feelings would be a comfort late in the night.
That's right, Naruto thinks to himself, but also thinks for Gaara to hear. When you go back to Suna to do all your Kazekage business and stuff, it'll be like you're still with me. And hey, maybe I can pick up a few pointers on how to run a village, seeing as how I'm still going to be Hokage! Another thought enters his mind at the mention of Konoha's leader. Oi, it'll be real easy keeping the peace then, too; I'll get all the news of Suna put right into my brain, and if one of us is in trouble the other will know right away. Maybe that fox wasn't doing such a freaky thing after all… he grins, sharing his epiphany-like thoughts with his kare.
Gaara nodded slightly. Good. Un, you're right. It might just be a good thing after all. I- Gaara heard something and turned around.
He was instantly frozen in place, unmistakable fear, anguish, and hatred washing over him in waves that threatened to down him.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME, BASTARD! I TO-" His almost-shout was cut off as the man who had attacked him pressed cruelly grinning lips to that of Gaara's, letting his hands roam the Kage's body. Disgust was added to the mix of emotions, and Gaara tried to think-shout for help, but only managing a faint 'ngnh' for his kare to hear.
Then...
Nothing.
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The second Naruto felt the fear, anguish, and hatred, he sprang into action, running at top speed towards the hospital. He didn't call out Gaara's name in panic like he had wanted to, so not to make Kankurou or Temari nervous or suspicious.
Unfortunately, the Kazekage's siblings did think something was wrong due to the fact that Naruto had burst into an all-out sprint. They watched and followed suit as the blonde jumped into the roofs of nearby buildings to go even faster, trying to reach Gaara before that teme did. Disgust filled Naruto's senses, and not only because Gaara was feeling the same right about now, but because he was outright disgusted that this guy – whoever he was – kept coming back to torment his kare more. But for what purpose? What was his motive? The blonde could hardly guess.
Already blue eyes were flashing red and canine teeth dared to grow as Naruto became more and more furious and less and less aware of Gaara's emotions and thoughts. Kyuubi, what's going on?! How come I suddenly can't sense Gaara any longer?
'Hmm?' The demon yawns from within. 'Oh. Didn't I tell you? There's no effect when the other is asleep or unconscious, because then you can't feel anyway. That why you weren't aware of the changes I made until this morning.'
Gee, thanks for the heads up, Kyuubi, the blonde snarls in his head at the fox. He grinds his teeth as he reaches the hospital, a sickening feeling dipping down low in his stomach.
Gaara was no where to be found.
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Well, at least, it seemed that the redhead was gone. The strange man had taken him to the roof; and now, about twenty minutes after Naruto had gotten into the hospital, he slapped the redhead awake. The 'Kage's eyes opened slowly, and he blanched as he realized what that monster had done to him. Curling into himself, his pants still barely on him, his boxers ripped (and obviously) pulled up haphazardly, in a rush; his blood beginning to flow yet again because of the wound in his side that kept getting opened and would likely become a scar, Gaara groaned.
Too shocked to feel much but pain, both mental and physical, Gaara's eyes remained wide open, unseeing, and he remained in an almost fetal position on the roof, not even noticing the man leave.
He'd done what he came to do.
And Gaara hadn't been able to do a thing about it.
A muffled sob tore it's way out of Gaara's throat, tears flowing otherwise silently from his eyes.
As soon as Gaara had been slapped into consciousness, Naruto felt a similar slap on his own cheek, although dully, as if it were a memory. And just as it had dawned on Gaara what had been done to him, it dawned on Naruto, and immediately the blonde wanted revenge. The bloodlust did not last, however, for he needed at that very moment to be by his lover's side up on the roof, the one place he should have checked first.
He made his way to the roof, feeling Gaara's tears pouring down his own whiskered cheeks. When he opened the door and stepped out onto the cement of the hospital's roof, the sight of Gaara in such a vulnerable, feeble position made Naruto's heart clench and ache in a contorted manner. "Gaara…" he whispered, falling to his knees beside the redhead, draping his arms around Gaara's thin shoulders. He suddenly looked so weak, which seemed damn near impossible for someone Naruto had used to see stand so regally and defiantly as a leader and a ninja. "We'll c-catch him, I sw-swear," he sobbed, rubbing his head into the crook of Gaara's neck and shoulder. "I'll p-personally rip his throat out."
The redhead was vaguely warmed by his kare's embrace, and felt the kitsune put his head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. His eyes fluttered closed, drowning in misery and hurt. He continued to cry in the blonde's embrace, even when another blonde, along with a brunette, appeared on the roof as well.
"Rip whose throat out for wha–" The blonde began, before she saw the clues as to what had happened. Her face hardened almost instantly. She saw that Gaara was weak and vulnerable at that moment, but he truly couldn't care less who saw him.
Who would be able to, realizing that they'd just gotten raped, up the ass, by the person who tried to break them and their lover apart?!
For the longest time they stayed that way, clinging together and trying to sew up their insides of their shared emotions. Temari and Kankurou, however, reminded them gently that Gaara's wounds had been reopened and that he probably needed a good, hot bath.
Naruto pulls away in the slightest, looking up at them puffy-eyed. He nods, wiping at his tears. "Come on, Gaara," he murmurs, offering a hand to lift the redhead up. "I'll even help bathe you."
Kankurou looked confused by that, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head, however, thinking nothing of it; friends and family would do that sort of thing. It wasn't so unusual. As the two walk away, Temari comes up beside Kankurou, her arms wrapped around herself as if to hold something in; or stop something from coming out. She gave her brother a look, and the puppet master understood immediately what was going through her mind. After living with Temari for nearly his whole life, Kankurou knew what that look meant. It was a look filled with worry and unease, a look that begged for answers he couldn't give. It used to be given when Gaara as been a homicidal maniac, but that seemed like an eternity ago compared to the present.
Back inside, Naruto made some mental offers to the redhead. Temari's right, you need a good hot bath after something… like that. And I'll help you. We can rent a private bath at the hot springs, or we can use one of the bathrooms here in the hospital, or… the drifts off, looking to Gaara for a response. "Please, just… let me help you."
The redhead wouldn't reply physically, for he was still trying to piece himself back together. For the blonde's sake, he replied, albeit weakly. The private bath... sounds better... Unable to bring himself to do anything further, the redhead lowered his head slightly. What had he done to deserve this!?
Conflicting emotions raged as the obvious answer resounded in his head.
I killed hundreds - no, thousands - of innocent people, that's what I did do deserve it, he thought despairingly. Kami, let it all end soon...!
The kitsune wanted to say something in reply, something to comfort Gaara's guilty conscious. He wanted to reassure him somehow, but the only thought that came to mind was: A-alright, the private bath it is…
They made their way out of the hospital, Gaara wrapped up in newer clothing and bandages which were mostly waterproof. When they reached the bath house, the woman up front made no hesitation to give them a private bath. "He's the Kazekage of Sunakagure, after all! Mustn't be inhospitable…" she said in a hurry, rushing them towards one of the rooms in back. "Follow me now, come along!"
The blonde rolled his eyes slightly at the woman as he lead Gaara down the wooden floorboards and corridors, passing random other private baths in use and the main male and female pools. Finally they came to an unoccupied room, and she gave them a key.
"Here you are. Enjoy your bath!" she smiles. If only she knew why they were here to begin with…
"Come in," Naruto coaxes, vaguely feeling as if he were talking to a child. He doesn't feel it completely, however, so not to offend his broken love. As Gaara slipped into the room, Naruto undressed himself and set his clothes in a bin on a shelf on the wall. The steam drifting up from the lit pool's surface felt very welcoming, like misty arms trying to caress your body without ever touching it.
The blonde eases Gaara's thin layers of clothing from his body, scowling at the recently made bruises from the abusive acts he was glad Gaara wasn't awake to experience. As soon as they were exposed, Naruto fixed that by draping a towel and tying it securely to Gaara's waist, and in turn doing the same to himself. He took the redhead by the hand and led him into the water, gingerly picking up a sponge and some soap.
"Let's wash off that dirty feeling, ne?" the kitsune says softly, dipping the sponge in the water and ringing it out above Gaara's head. He watched the black-rimmed eyes close and goose bumps form from the heated water. Naruto smiles, being cautious as he scaled Gaara's body, making airy, caring touches as he soaped up and rinsed the Kazekage's body. The actions, oddly enough, weren't like last night; instead of being lust-driven and aggressive, they were soft and innocent, like a couple of orphans in the same orphanage giving each other a bath amongst bubbles and rubber ducks. In a sense, the two were orphans; Naruto having lost both his parents before he could have time to remember when, and Gaara the same for his mother, although not losing his cruel father until the Chunnin exams and Orochimaru's attack. "Feeling better?" he murmurs, coming close enough to brush the wet, stray hairs off of Gaara's 'ai' scar.
Gaara had to admit, he did feel better after he had been cleaned. He leaned into Naruto's touch when he was being bathed, and he allowed himself to slowly lean against the blonde, breathing in the other's scent gratefully. Arigatou... his mind said weakly. Curling up, almost like a child on Naruto's lap, Gaara yearned to be held by the one he knew truly loved him.
Help me get rid of the feel of him, he asked softly. Please. Gaara didn't open his eyes; but if he had, if he was alright, he would be looking up at the kitsune sadly. There were still a few pieces of himself that he just couldn't put together alone. Please.
The way he begged in Naruto's mind, it was like a mantra the blonde heard echoing off the walls of his brain.
Please. Please. Please.
That's all it seemed to say, and as the redhead curled up in his lap in the soothingly warm water and hot vapors, Naruto found that he couldn't resist the plead. His heart ached for his lover painfully, sympathizing with him in ways he didn't think possible before Kyuubi's little spell.
He leaned down and stroked Gaara's wet mop of hair with one hand while the other came around to rotate Gaara's position, laying his head face-up on the towel that covered the blonde's lap. Gently he placed his lips onto Gaara's, willing his strength into the redhead. Heal, seemed to be the only thing he could think of, and he meant more than just the bruises and sore entrance and cut in his side. No, Naruto almost meant the memories and the guilt and impurities and pain. He wished for all the inner wounds to heal, for those were the hardest to get rid of.
The kisses trailed all the way around Gaara's face, the blonde scaling every part, as if trying to peck away at the pain going on in his lover's head. He fell into a sort of rhythm, starting at the lips from his awkward angle above, working his way to Gaara's chin, jaw line, ears, cheeks, tip of his nose, scar, forehead, bridge of his nose, eyelids, each corner of his nose, space between his lip and nose, and just about everywhere else on his face. It was like dusting away the inner grime with his lips.
His hands that had been petting away at the crimson locks of hair slipped downwards to rub small circles onto Gaara's shoulders, arms, and chest, massaging away his inner quaking and feel of being handled by someone that didn't love him. I'll help you forget, the kitsune thinks kindly. He shifts his position, sliding Gaara off of him and setting him upright on the bench in the pool of water, being careful not to move too quickly. He perched himself in front of Gaara, staring into his slowly opening eyes for an everlasting second before bringing his knees up on either side of Gaara's pale thighs, half sitting, half hovering. You will forget, he repeats as his he wraps his arms around the redhead's neck and slips his tongue in the others mouth.
Tears stung the back of Naruto's eyes once again, but he didn't let them fall. Instead he closes his eyes, trying to memorize Gaara's body and imprint on it without hurting him.
Simply to make him be rid of that man…
Gaara sighed softly as Naruto started kissing him, and moaned when he parted his lips to allow the other's tongue into his mouth. The sensations of being loved started filtering through the misery, but there was still a lot of healing to be done. With Naruto hovering -or sitting - so close to him, Gaara realized that Naruto would always be there for him.
Another small, jagged piece of him was picked up and fit back in with the rest as he returned the kiss, silently for a few moments.
Arigatou, he whispered, mind-to-mind. He wrapped his arms around the blonde as well, feeling the abstract sensation of what he was doing to Naruto echo slightly within him.
It was difficult not to get turned on by the slippery, hot feeling of water and naked skin. It was also difficult not to get addicted to such a thing. Naruto figured the only real way to make Gaara feel loved and not abused, to make him rid of the dirty, used feeling, is to make his own impression on the redhead. Last time he had played the role of potential uke, but now it was Gaara's turn. And unlike the villain, he was not going to wreck the fragile heart which sat beneath him.
"I'm going to make this up to you," the blonde mutters in between kisses. "Because I love you so much… And can't stand to see you this way…" Naruto leans into his kare, pressing their chests together as his inclined his head and sucked on the already wet skin on the left side of Gaara's neck. Gently he tipped his head downward and covered his teeth with his own lips so that when he bit down on Gaara's collar bone it wouldn't leave a mark or hurt. In the meantime, a tanned hand fiddled with Gaara's right nipple, tracing small circles with his fingertips, pinching lightly once at the end. He then flattened his palm and trailed it down the Kazekage's abdomen prior to lacing it around his waist and touching the divot below the small of Gaara's back under the top of the tied white towel.
He swirled multiple fingertips across the redhead's lower back and uppermost skin of his butt cheeks, all the while kissing his way around the expanse of Gaara's lips, jaw, neck, shoulders, and collar bone. He was being gentle, and distantly the touches and sensations he was causing Gaara to feel were stirring in the back of his own body, like a ghost of a touch. One thing was for sure, the tightened grip of Gaara's fingers in his hair, pulling somewhat, was welcomed and made him moan softly into the sucks and kisses he was giving.
Gaara had put his fingers in Naruto's hair for reasons he didn't understand. One thing he knew was that he wanted to be in control too, if just a bit. He wanted to be able to say 'No' and stop it if he changed his mind, although at this rate that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Moaning softly at the warm, soft caresses, Gaara felt himself start to relax in the warmth of the water and that of his Kare. 'More', he said wordlessly, and closed his eyes. 'I want you to have me as much as it takes until I can feel clean again,' the redhead urged quietly. Teal eyes were revealed once again, as the redhead restrained himself from holding the blonde close. He felt comforted enough, and uneasy with the foreplay, however delicious the feelings it caused were, anxious to be purged of the lingering feeling of how the man had touched him and used him, feelings his body remembered even if his mind didn't.
Gaara took one of Naruto's hands in both of his own and started sucking on some of his digits, letting the blonde know how desperate he was to feel whole again. The redhead wanted to go through the motions of being prepared, whether he needed it or not. He wanted to go through the motions so that he could pretend that what had happened earlier hadn't happened.
As long as you're sure, Naruto thought to the redhead as his fingers were taken in the other's mouth. He hardly thought preparing the redhead was needed, seeing as how the warm water and already used hole were enough. Still, it couldn't hurt to help things along.
The blonde pulled Gaara up off the bench in the tub, turning him around to let the 'Kage bend over and stabilize himself on the bench with his hands. Naruto was no expert on sexual positions, but he was pretty sure it wouldn't be much harder to do it this way.
Cautiously, afraid of causing Gaara's body to remember the abuse, Naruto slipped one finger after the other into his partially submerged entrance, turning them around to gently stretch the hole, every so often bumping up against some cluster of nerves or another. Holding onto Gaara's hips like a safety net, Naruto leaned down into the redhead, slipping his stiffened member slowly into him, allowing time for rejection, adjustment, or whatever else. His chest pressed up against Gaara's back, the sleek wet of the dampened skin and heat of the water and their bodies making Naruto lightheaded in a delightful way.
Naruto wasn't sure which was better: entering or being entered. By now he's experienced both (especially at the moment, although less like he felt the penetration and more of the feelings caused by it), and he honestly couldn't tell which was more pleasurable. He could understand why Gaara had played seme first time around, though; the feeling of being inside the one you loved in a manner impossible to describe… why, it was sheer bliss.
The kitsune slipped his hands down from Gaara's hips to his inner thighs as he eased in and out, pressing closer and father away to Gaara's shoulder blades, each time slipping a thought out. I love… you… and no one… else… will ever… hurt you… again.
Gaara was quickly used to his Kare's fingers, and then, too, his manhood. With hands on his hips, then thighs, the thrusts were gentle and loving. Gaara moaned softly, each thrust now hitting a clump of nerves that sent thrilling shudders along his spine. When Naruto spoke to his mind, the redhead smiled softly, a tear rolling down his face to land in the water. More began to fall as the redhead accepted that he was loved, not having done so completely the first time around. The last piece of himself that had been shattered by that man had now been picked up; Gaara gasped and bucked softly as Naruto hit that same clump of nerves a bit harder. He felt the sensations of Naruto's actions both as a phantom touch and in the normal way. "Nggh," he breathed, as he once more felt that same spot being hit again.
Aishiteru, mai ichi soshite bakari. I love you, my one and only.
Naruto could feel through Kyuubi's magic that Gaara was crying, but this was not the reason why he began to cry as well. No, it was because of Gaara's thoughts, telling him that he was his 'one and only'. The blonde never used to think someone could say such a thing to him, or that he could return the sentiment. "You're my… too…" he tries to say, but the pants and stifled moans kept the words from coming out. But being the soul mates they were, it didn't take their recently developed connection for Gaara to know what he meant, although it certainly helped Naruto send his feelings, pure and strong, to the other.
For what felt like a year and over, they stayed like that, intertwined in the heat and vapor on the hot springs, every so often Naruto reaching around to Gaara's front to massage and stoke his length or lean forward to give the back of his neck a kiss or lick. After a while they collapsed into the water, the seed from both of them mixing unseen in the water as they tried to get their strength back. To say these past two experiences with one another was heaven would be an understatement; never before could Naruto feel so complete, spent, and full of ecstasy. What tomorrow, next week, or even later that day would bring he wasn't sure, but at the moment as he embraced Gaara and clung to him, Naruto knew that nothing could sabotage how and what he felt for and to the redhead. And he knew the feeling would never fade or cease, because in the end, they were made for one another.
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