Everything He Ever Wanted (naruto version)
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,484
Reviews:
36
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i do not own naruto, it is the genius work of kishimoto sama and i make no money off this fandom
unromantic
Sango: OKAY!! i KNOW i waited too long to update, and i am trully sorry. midterm season was upon us and the teachers were on the hunt. school sucks major munkey butt. but, u dont want to hear about that...
all you care about is a new chapter...selfish bunch.... *shakes head sadly*
anywhoo!!!
here it is. the final chapter in this wonderful saga (raise eyebrow here) and its really long too, so THANK ME!!
anywhoo...this is, unfortunately, the end. i wish to thank everyone who reviewed and all the wonderful cookies we got...maybe i'll write that extra chapter of smut with shikamaru and gaara for tachimaru san...but i cant promise anything...
so without FURTHER ado...
on with the fic
last time:
He knew it was irrational, that he had no claim on either of them, but…he couldn’t think about it. Shikamaru or Naruto…with someone that wasn’t him…it hurt too much. He didn’t want to be alone…but he wanted them both to be happy…with him.
Steeling his resolve he sucked in a deep breath. He knew what he had to do.
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14
Gaara jolted awake. Sunset jumped away from him as Light pawed his face. He sat up with a loud groan, his whole left side sore with cramped muscles. He had fallen asleep on the couch. Light continued to paw at his face and he realized that a scratch from his sharp nails had awoken him. He looked out the window and blinked blearily out the window. Hmm…he hadn’t slept long then, it was still dark out. He got up at Light’s incessant and quite pitiful meowing and went to the kitchen. The timer from the microwave blared 2:30. Hmm…two hours sleep. Not enough time.
He went to feed his cats, giving Sunset her own food. On his way to his room he went to check his cell phone for any calls. His eyes bulged as he noticed the time, date and the number of missed calls. It was Monday. It was 2:30 AM. There were 15 missed calls and 10 new messages. Oh god. He hadn’t slept for 2 hours. He had slept 14 hours! There was multiple messages from Neji and Naruto and even a few from Shikamaru, the ones from the blond especially, becoming increasingly more panicked than the previous. He slowly sat down on his bed, trying to re-orient himself. Once he got over the shock of having fallen asleep without knowing and waking 14 hours! later, he remembered the shocking life-altering decision he had made the night before. He knew what he had to do, knew that he couldn’t give himself time to think and that he had to act now, before he tried to change his own mind.
He winced slightly at the time, but somehow knew that Shikamaru was still awake. He decided to trust his instinct and pressed the speed dial button for Shikamaru. The drummer picked up on the fourth ring, making the guitarist feel guilty that he may have woken the older man.
But the beautiful bored monotone that answered the phone sounded bored and sleepy—but it always sounded like that, so he felt less inclined to wallow in guilt.
“Gaara? Where have you been? Naruto has been going insane. It’s a miracle he hasn’t gone and barged your door down. Is something wrong?” Contrary to his words, Shikamaru didn’t sound all that worried or alarmed, which helped relax Gaara—he had feared that they would be worried about him seeing as how he hadn’t spoken to anyone since...that night...that huge life altering night. A tenseness that he didn’t know he had seemed to leave his body.
“Shikamaru? Hey...you weren’t sleeping were you?” Gaara asked, chewing on a piercing worriedly.
“Nah, just a nap.” Shikamaru said, punctuating it with a stifled yawn, typical Shika answer. Nothing seemed to be different, so why was he worrying so much? Was Shikamaru supposed to act any differently? Was it just sex for him like Naruto had said in the beginning? But then, why would he comfort him like he did? Was he just being a good friend? No—he didn’t want to think that. Knew it was foolish to hope it were otherwise, but it hurt even more to think that it was just sex for the drummer.
“Hello? Gaara? You still there?” Shikamaru asked, more alert.
“How do you feel about me?” Gaara’s eyes widened. Those words were never meant to leave his mouth.
A few seconds of tense silence passed and Gaara held his breath.
“This conversation is better held in person, Gaara.” Shikamaru said wisely.
“Was it just sex?” Gaara blurted out, tears making his eyesight misty as a wave of panic crept up on him at the possibility of the answer being yes began to crawl its way into his heart, chocking him.
“No. It wasn't just sex, Gaara. You should know better.” Gaara gasped at the sincerity of Shikamaru’s tone, the way his name spilled from the drummer’s lips a sign of how serious things really were. The last sentence replayed in his mind and he couldn’t help the feeling of helplessness that crashed into him.
“But I don’t, Shikamaru. And I need to, or else this thing isn’t going to go away.” Gaara’s breath hitched as he held back tears and his voice broke, his words growing louder and more panicky.
“Calm down, I’m coming over.” With that he hung up the phone and the redhead was left cradling his cell phone to his ear the silence deafening.
Half an hour later a knock came on his door. Gaara hadn’t moved from his position on the bed. With shaky legs he got up from his bed and made his way to open the door. Shikamaru stared down at him, his eyes intense; his brow furrowed in worry. They stared at each other in the doorway a tense minute.
“Are you gonna let me in?” The brunette asked after a while. Gaara blinked and shook his head as though to clear it while stepping aside to let the drummer in. Shikamaru stepped inside and removed his shoes all the while never taking his eyes off Gaara, who stared right back. Somehow, this seemed much more intense than the looks Shikamaru gave him in bed 2 nights ago. Now, it was only the two of them. A shiver ran down his spine and his eyes closed on their own accord as a slight gasp escaped his lips. He kept staring transfixed at Shikamaru’s lips, the unreasonable desire to kiss the drummer almost all consuming.
Shikamaru noticed and was mesmerized at the sight before him. Did Gaara really not know how fuckable he was?! However, instead of following his own desires to claim Gaara’s lips and pound into him like he wanted to, he followed his brain, which was slightly more rational than his nether regions. The guitarist was confused and needed answers rather than more confusion. After a few seconds, Gaara snapped out of his reverie and motioned Shikamaru into his living room, wanting to get answers and peace of mind.
Gaara’s eyes kept wandering, looking everywhere except at the drummer sitting at the other side of the couch. The guitarist was nervous and he could tell that Shikamaru was going to make him start the conversation. The man could be annoyingly reserved and quiet.
“Ano...Shikamaru-san.” He began, the words were muffled as they were mumbled, he kept looking down, biting his bottom lip, a blush staining his cheeks; he was twiddling his thumbs. Much like Neji’s cousin, Hinata. “I...I want to know if...if it wasn’t just sex. If I mean more to you than this one time thing. I mean...more than a friend.” He knew he sounded childish, but he didn’t know how else to express himself. He needed the answers, and the less confusion, the better.
And Gaara hoped beyond hope that Shikamaru wanted him.
The drummer stared shocked at the small guitarist. He knew that Gaara had been worried about this since before anything happened—Naruto had told him as much, but the guy looked as though he had been through hell worrying over this.
Shikamaru thought of the best way to handle this situation. He knew that Gaara didn’t need to be overwhelmed, so showing him physically wasn’t the best idea. That and he would probably think that the drummer did only want him for sex. Yet he didn’t seem to be getting through to him with words.
“Gaara...how do you feel about me?” He countered instead. To say that the redhead was surprised would be a huge understatement—that was the last thing he expected out of Shikamaru’s mouth.
“Would you pick me or Naruto?”
Gaara blinked.
And blinked. And blinked.
He was obviously hallucinating.
Yet no matter how many times he did so, Shikamaru did not disappear—and neither did the bomb he dropped on him with that question.
“I don’t want to choose.” the guitarist blurted out, his voice firm. Hey, if he was going to have hallucinations, he might as well tell them what he wanted.
But Shikamaru was real, and that arrogant smirk on his face was too. Shikamaru’s eyes twinkled with mirth—Gaara looked like a child.
“You can’t be spoiled, Gaara. You can’t have us both.” Shikamaru pointed out logically.
During the time of making the phone call and Shikamaru saying that he was spoiled, Gaara had been in a sad sort of trance. But now he knew that, no, Shikamaru was not a hallucination, and those words stung. He was hurt and he did the only thing he could do—he lashed out.
“Don’t you get it!?” Gaara demanded, his voice rising as his body jerked from his seat. He stood before Shikamaru with eyes blazing, hands fisted at his sides.
“I don’t want to choose! Dammit! I know I’m being selfish and spoiled-” he sneered at the word, “but I want you both.” He leaned over the drummer’s slouched body on the couch, his posture meant to be intimidating, but the brunette knew better.
“I want you and I want him. For myself. I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” Somehow, Gaara had ended straddling Shikamaru’s lap. His eyes were intense as they stared into the older man’s dark eyes, his cheeks were flushed and his breaths were coming in short pants.
Shikamaru stared at the man above him in astonishment. He’d never thought Gaara would be so…aggressive; desirable; needy; possessive. At that moment, Shikamaru wanted him more than his next breath. But of course, his mouth spoke before he could process what he was going to say.
“Possessive much?”
Gaara blinked, the stunned look on his face making him look as though he’d been slapped. Shikamaru tried to mend his mistake.
“Uh...I mean...”
“You don’t want me that way, do you?” before the drummer could respond, he continued. “Yeah, who’d want a possessive freak like me?” He moved to get off Shikamaru, not knowing how he got there, but the drummer’s strong grip around his waist stopped him.
“Let me go, Shikamaru.” Gaara mumbled on the verge of tears. The brunette had pinned his arms to his side, so his thrashing was even more subdued.
“No.” The tall man responded, tightening his grip on the smaller man, as an invisible hand seemed to be squeezing his heart. Gaara looked so vulnerable and he had betrayed those emotions by being an ass.
“Let go.” Gaara repeated, his voice breaking as his struggles became half hearted.
“I can’t. Not now.” Shikamaru whispered, bringing his body closer to rest his head on the guitarist’s shoulder. “I guess what I’m trying to say is...I love you too. And I want you. All of you. And if that also means that Naruto is part of the package...even better.” He ended, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
Gaara stared at the back of his couch, the back of Shikamaru’s head in his line of sight. There was just no way. It was impossible. But...it wasn’t. Shikamaru had just professed his love for him. Sure, it wasn’t romantic—he hadn’t even been expecting those words from the drummer. But…it was just too surreal.
‘I guess what I’m trying to say is...I love you too.’
Those words made his heart pound loudly in his chest and he was afraid it was going to burst free. And then came the other part.
It started out as a small smile. Then a light chuckle. The drummer began to worry.
“Gaara?” the drummer asked confusedly, raising his head to look at him, perplexed, only making the guitarist laugh harder.
“Is it something I said?” Now the confusion turned into worry. As his laughter subsided, he took a deep breath and tried to wriggle his arms free. After a short while, Shikamaru let him and he wrapped his arms around the drummers neck, in a loose hug.
“Only you would turn a confession of love into something lewd.” He said, lying his head on Shikamaru’s shoulder.
“But that’s why you love me, right?” The comment was meant in jest, but Gaara pulled back and softly placed his lips on Shikamaru’s.
“Yeah, that is why I love you.” He said when he pulled back. “You’re extremely sarcastic, are lazy to a fault and your dark humor is…unorthodox. But you’re a wonderful, talented, smart person and a great friend. And you’re great in bed.” He added almost as an after thought, but the smirk betrayed him and they both ended up chuckling.
“Gee, thanks.” Shikamaru said sardonically, making Gaara laugh harder.
“And that’s why I love you.” He repeated as he connected their lips once more.
After a few minutes of soft kisses and gentle caresses—nothing arduous like a few nights ago—Gaara felt completely at ease. This sense of safety and contentment quickly set his eyelids drooping. He was physically and emotionally exhausted. Shikamaru would have been insulted, but he knew what Gaara had gone through, and would ignore his hard-on for now. However, there was a slightly more pressing matter that needed to be handled.
“Gaara, when will we tell Naruto?”
Half asleep, the guitarist couldn’t be bothered with minute details after everything that had happened. But something told him that everything would be okay. And their band wouldn’t be altered—their overall attitude at least. Their music wouldn’t be changed or damaged by their relationships—Naruto, Neji, Sasuke and Shikamaru all promised. But that was in the future, they would get to it when they got there and they would take things one day at a time.
“Tomorrow.” The small guitarist mumbled before dozing off in Shikamaru’s arms. They’d tell Naruto tomorrow and their lives would be completely changed –for the better. Because something told him that Naruto had no objections...
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awwwwwwwww.....
so yea. that concludes this version of the original story which i ont think i ever gave a title to...hmm...ill have to check my lj acount... and you can check it out too at http://sango-houshi.livejournal.com. its crappy, but w/e...
please review... dont quit on me now bu-ddy. ^_^'
ask and ye shall recieve...a new smut chapter. YAY SMUT!! only if u want it tho...
JA NE!
all you care about is a new chapter...selfish bunch.... *shakes head sadly*
anywhoo!!!
here it is. the final chapter in this wonderful saga (raise eyebrow here) and its really long too, so THANK ME!!
anywhoo...this is, unfortunately, the end. i wish to thank everyone who reviewed and all the wonderful cookies we got...maybe i'll write that extra chapter of smut with shikamaru and gaara for tachimaru san...but i cant promise anything...
so without FURTHER ado...
on with the fic
last time:
He knew it was irrational, that he had no claim on either of them, but…he couldn’t think about it. Shikamaru or Naruto…with someone that wasn’t him…it hurt too much. He didn’t want to be alone…but he wanted them both to be happy…with him.
Steeling his resolve he sucked in a deep breath. He knew what he had to do.
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14
Gaara jolted awake. Sunset jumped away from him as Light pawed his face. He sat up with a loud groan, his whole left side sore with cramped muscles. He had fallen asleep on the couch. Light continued to paw at his face and he realized that a scratch from his sharp nails had awoken him. He looked out the window and blinked blearily out the window. Hmm…he hadn’t slept long then, it was still dark out. He got up at Light’s incessant and quite pitiful meowing and went to the kitchen. The timer from the microwave blared 2:30. Hmm…two hours sleep. Not enough time.
He went to feed his cats, giving Sunset her own food. On his way to his room he went to check his cell phone for any calls. His eyes bulged as he noticed the time, date and the number of missed calls. It was Monday. It was 2:30 AM. There were 15 missed calls and 10 new messages. Oh god. He hadn’t slept for 2 hours. He had slept 14 hours! There was multiple messages from Neji and Naruto and even a few from Shikamaru, the ones from the blond especially, becoming increasingly more panicked than the previous. He slowly sat down on his bed, trying to re-orient himself. Once he got over the shock of having fallen asleep without knowing and waking 14 hours! later, he remembered the shocking life-altering decision he had made the night before. He knew what he had to do, knew that he couldn’t give himself time to think and that he had to act now, before he tried to change his own mind.
He winced slightly at the time, but somehow knew that Shikamaru was still awake. He decided to trust his instinct and pressed the speed dial button for Shikamaru. The drummer picked up on the fourth ring, making the guitarist feel guilty that he may have woken the older man.
But the beautiful bored monotone that answered the phone sounded bored and sleepy—but it always sounded like that, so he felt less inclined to wallow in guilt.
“Gaara? Where have you been? Naruto has been going insane. It’s a miracle he hasn’t gone and barged your door down. Is something wrong?” Contrary to his words, Shikamaru didn’t sound all that worried or alarmed, which helped relax Gaara—he had feared that they would be worried about him seeing as how he hadn’t spoken to anyone since...that night...that huge life altering night. A tenseness that he didn’t know he had seemed to leave his body.
“Shikamaru? Hey...you weren’t sleeping were you?” Gaara asked, chewing on a piercing worriedly.
“Nah, just a nap.” Shikamaru said, punctuating it with a stifled yawn, typical Shika answer. Nothing seemed to be different, so why was he worrying so much? Was Shikamaru supposed to act any differently? Was it just sex for him like Naruto had said in the beginning? But then, why would he comfort him like he did? Was he just being a good friend? No—he didn’t want to think that. Knew it was foolish to hope it were otherwise, but it hurt even more to think that it was just sex for the drummer.
“Hello? Gaara? You still there?” Shikamaru asked, more alert.
“How do you feel about me?” Gaara’s eyes widened. Those words were never meant to leave his mouth.
A few seconds of tense silence passed and Gaara held his breath.
“This conversation is better held in person, Gaara.” Shikamaru said wisely.
“Was it just sex?” Gaara blurted out, tears making his eyesight misty as a wave of panic crept up on him at the possibility of the answer being yes began to crawl its way into his heart, chocking him.
“No. It wasn't just sex, Gaara. You should know better.” Gaara gasped at the sincerity of Shikamaru’s tone, the way his name spilled from the drummer’s lips a sign of how serious things really were. The last sentence replayed in his mind and he couldn’t help the feeling of helplessness that crashed into him.
“But I don’t, Shikamaru. And I need to, or else this thing isn’t going to go away.” Gaara’s breath hitched as he held back tears and his voice broke, his words growing louder and more panicky.
“Calm down, I’m coming over.” With that he hung up the phone and the redhead was left cradling his cell phone to his ear the silence deafening.
Half an hour later a knock came on his door. Gaara hadn’t moved from his position on the bed. With shaky legs he got up from his bed and made his way to open the door. Shikamaru stared down at him, his eyes intense; his brow furrowed in worry. They stared at each other in the doorway a tense minute.
“Are you gonna let me in?” The brunette asked after a while. Gaara blinked and shook his head as though to clear it while stepping aside to let the drummer in. Shikamaru stepped inside and removed his shoes all the while never taking his eyes off Gaara, who stared right back. Somehow, this seemed much more intense than the looks Shikamaru gave him in bed 2 nights ago. Now, it was only the two of them. A shiver ran down his spine and his eyes closed on their own accord as a slight gasp escaped his lips. He kept staring transfixed at Shikamaru’s lips, the unreasonable desire to kiss the drummer almost all consuming.
Shikamaru noticed and was mesmerized at the sight before him. Did Gaara really not know how fuckable he was?! However, instead of following his own desires to claim Gaara’s lips and pound into him like he wanted to, he followed his brain, which was slightly more rational than his nether regions. The guitarist was confused and needed answers rather than more confusion. After a few seconds, Gaara snapped out of his reverie and motioned Shikamaru into his living room, wanting to get answers and peace of mind.
Gaara’s eyes kept wandering, looking everywhere except at the drummer sitting at the other side of the couch. The guitarist was nervous and he could tell that Shikamaru was going to make him start the conversation. The man could be annoyingly reserved and quiet.
“Ano...Shikamaru-san.” He began, the words were muffled as they were mumbled, he kept looking down, biting his bottom lip, a blush staining his cheeks; he was twiddling his thumbs. Much like Neji’s cousin, Hinata. “I...I want to know if...if it wasn’t just sex. If I mean more to you than this one time thing. I mean...more than a friend.” He knew he sounded childish, but he didn’t know how else to express himself. He needed the answers, and the less confusion, the better.
And Gaara hoped beyond hope that Shikamaru wanted him.
The drummer stared shocked at the small guitarist. He knew that Gaara had been worried about this since before anything happened—Naruto had told him as much, but the guy looked as though he had been through hell worrying over this.
Shikamaru thought of the best way to handle this situation. He knew that Gaara didn’t need to be overwhelmed, so showing him physically wasn’t the best idea. That and he would probably think that the drummer did only want him for sex. Yet he didn’t seem to be getting through to him with words.
“Gaara...how do you feel about me?” He countered instead. To say that the redhead was surprised would be a huge understatement—that was the last thing he expected out of Shikamaru’s mouth.
“Would you pick me or Naruto?”
Gaara blinked.
And blinked. And blinked.
He was obviously hallucinating.
Yet no matter how many times he did so, Shikamaru did not disappear—and neither did the bomb he dropped on him with that question.
“I don’t want to choose.” the guitarist blurted out, his voice firm. Hey, if he was going to have hallucinations, he might as well tell them what he wanted.
But Shikamaru was real, and that arrogant smirk on his face was too. Shikamaru’s eyes twinkled with mirth—Gaara looked like a child.
“You can’t be spoiled, Gaara. You can’t have us both.” Shikamaru pointed out logically.
During the time of making the phone call and Shikamaru saying that he was spoiled, Gaara had been in a sad sort of trance. But now he knew that, no, Shikamaru was not a hallucination, and those words stung. He was hurt and he did the only thing he could do—he lashed out.
“Don’t you get it!?” Gaara demanded, his voice rising as his body jerked from his seat. He stood before Shikamaru with eyes blazing, hands fisted at his sides.
“I don’t want to choose! Dammit! I know I’m being selfish and spoiled-” he sneered at the word, “but I want you both.” He leaned over the drummer’s slouched body on the couch, his posture meant to be intimidating, but the brunette knew better.
“I want you and I want him. For myself. I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” Somehow, Gaara had ended straddling Shikamaru’s lap. His eyes were intense as they stared into the older man’s dark eyes, his cheeks were flushed and his breaths were coming in short pants.
Shikamaru stared at the man above him in astonishment. He’d never thought Gaara would be so…aggressive; desirable; needy; possessive. At that moment, Shikamaru wanted him more than his next breath. But of course, his mouth spoke before he could process what he was going to say.
“Possessive much?”
Gaara blinked, the stunned look on his face making him look as though he’d been slapped. Shikamaru tried to mend his mistake.
“Uh...I mean...”
“You don’t want me that way, do you?” before the drummer could respond, he continued. “Yeah, who’d want a possessive freak like me?” He moved to get off Shikamaru, not knowing how he got there, but the drummer’s strong grip around his waist stopped him.
“Let me go, Shikamaru.” Gaara mumbled on the verge of tears. The brunette had pinned his arms to his side, so his thrashing was even more subdued.
“No.” The tall man responded, tightening his grip on the smaller man, as an invisible hand seemed to be squeezing his heart. Gaara looked so vulnerable and he had betrayed those emotions by being an ass.
“Let go.” Gaara repeated, his voice breaking as his struggles became half hearted.
“I can’t. Not now.” Shikamaru whispered, bringing his body closer to rest his head on the guitarist’s shoulder. “I guess what I’m trying to say is...I love you too. And I want you. All of you. And if that also means that Naruto is part of the package...even better.” He ended, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
Gaara stared at the back of his couch, the back of Shikamaru’s head in his line of sight. There was just no way. It was impossible. But...it wasn’t. Shikamaru had just professed his love for him. Sure, it wasn’t romantic—he hadn’t even been expecting those words from the drummer. But…it was just too surreal.
‘I guess what I’m trying to say is...I love you too.’
Those words made his heart pound loudly in his chest and he was afraid it was going to burst free. And then came the other part.
It started out as a small smile. Then a light chuckle. The drummer began to worry.
“Gaara?” the drummer asked confusedly, raising his head to look at him, perplexed, only making the guitarist laugh harder.
“Is it something I said?” Now the confusion turned into worry. As his laughter subsided, he took a deep breath and tried to wriggle his arms free. After a short while, Shikamaru let him and he wrapped his arms around the drummers neck, in a loose hug.
“Only you would turn a confession of love into something lewd.” He said, lying his head on Shikamaru’s shoulder.
“But that’s why you love me, right?” The comment was meant in jest, but Gaara pulled back and softly placed his lips on Shikamaru’s.
“Yeah, that is why I love you.” He said when he pulled back. “You’re extremely sarcastic, are lazy to a fault and your dark humor is…unorthodox. But you’re a wonderful, talented, smart person and a great friend. And you’re great in bed.” He added almost as an after thought, but the smirk betrayed him and they both ended up chuckling.
“Gee, thanks.” Shikamaru said sardonically, making Gaara laugh harder.
“And that’s why I love you.” He repeated as he connected their lips once more.
After a few minutes of soft kisses and gentle caresses—nothing arduous like a few nights ago—Gaara felt completely at ease. This sense of safety and contentment quickly set his eyelids drooping. He was physically and emotionally exhausted. Shikamaru would have been insulted, but he knew what Gaara had gone through, and would ignore his hard-on for now. However, there was a slightly more pressing matter that needed to be handled.
“Gaara, when will we tell Naruto?”
Half asleep, the guitarist couldn’t be bothered with minute details after everything that had happened. But something told him that everything would be okay. And their band wouldn’t be altered—their overall attitude at least. Their music wouldn’t be changed or damaged by their relationships—Naruto, Neji, Sasuke and Shikamaru all promised. But that was in the future, they would get to it when they got there and they would take things one day at a time.
“Tomorrow.” The small guitarist mumbled before dozing off in Shikamaru’s arms. They’d tell Naruto tomorrow and their lives would be completely changed –for the better. Because something told him that Naruto had no objections...
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awwwwwwwww.....
so yea. that concludes this version of the original story which i ont think i ever gave a title to...hmm...ill have to check my lj acount... and you can check it out too at http://sango-houshi.livejournal.com. its crappy, but w/e...
please review... dont quit on me now bu-ddy. ^_^'
ask and ye shall recieve...a new smut chapter. YAY SMUT!! only if u want it tho...
JA NE!