My One and Only

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto…sadly



Warning: mpreg, yaoi, language, violence, bad humour etc…



Wow I’m quick today, then again I really just want to update while I can! I’m happy that everyone enjoyed the last chapter cause things are about to get more complicated!



To Andi-chan: I'm actually not sure if Garra will be a sub, or dom...

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Chapter 14: A Sandstorm in Konoha part 1



When Mikoto heard about the tailor and how he had treated her ‘lil kittling’, she flew into a rage that had the whole compound shaking. None had ever seen the she-demon fall into such a temper; she even had the almighty Fugaku cowering. It was only after she calmed down that she finally called for another tailor and got Naruto fitted for some new robes.



“I can’t believe Mahiro…” she grumbled; currently she was supervising the young submissive taking Naruto’s measurements.



“I’m sorry Mikoto-san…”Naruto murmured.



“Don’t apologize for that man’s behaviour, Naruto! And call me ‘mother’, dear,” she said with a smile.



“Ah, there is so much to do, the feast is tomorrow; oh I hope I haven’t missed anything out, your clothes have to be ready before that, and then we have to sort out a place for you and Sasuke to live. You both can’t stay in Sasuke’s small room for long…” she went on, listing things off her hand.



All of this planning only made Naruto feel more queasy.



Sasuke on the other hand was dealing with some different problems: his ‘friends’ had come to visit. It seemed like his trip to the village had alerted more attention than he first thought. Currently they were all seated in the tea parlor (yes, that meant even Neji was there), with Sasuke entertaining them, that is if glaring could be taken as entertainment.



“Well who is she?” Ino finally asked. She was a gossipy petite rabbit youkai, with pale blonde hair and blue eyes. Nothing compared to Naruto’s looks.



“Yamanaka, I told you the submissive was a male youkai!” Neji said between gritted teeth. He didn’t know how she found out that Neji knew the Kitsune, but she did, and before they came here she had been hounding the answer out of him.



“Does that matter? He/she can still bear children,” she said with a huff before leaning against her own mate Shikamaru, a deer youkai.



“It certainly does to me,” Sasuke spoke up. “I would not like a simpering female as my mate.”



Ino passed him a sneer. “Why of course, Uchiha’s have good taste; ugh, I can’t believe I used to like you…” she grumbled.



“And I’m glad you don’t, Yamanaka…” Sasuke replied back just as haughtily.



“URGH! Tell me who he is!!!” she demanded.



Sasuke passed her a smug sneer, “You will meet him tomorrow at the feast, ‘til then I won’t answer any more questions.”



“Not even a hint?” Akamichi Chouji, a heavyset bear youkai, asked, while eagerly tucking into his rice balls.



Sasuke couldn’t help but let his gaze falter towards the young Hyuuga, and give a triumphant look. “Only that he is mine,” he said.



Neji went red with anger.



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Gaara couldn’t help but feel out of place in Konoha; everything looked so lively here, not to mention that it was colder here than Suna. Luckily he had listened to Temari when she told him to wear a cloak over his usual Kazekage outfit. It had taken them a bit longer than expected, mainly because Kankurou got tired easily carrying his casket; but even Gaara would have to admit that his gourd was getting heavy as well.



A large gate came into view; they had reached the Village Hidden Amongst Leaves, Konohagakure.



“Halt, who goes there?”



There were two jounin’s; one had a bandage across his nose and wild black hair just obscuring his forehead protector, he was lightly tanned, and had a smirk on his face. The other wore a navy blue bandana, and brow hair fell over his right eye; his expression was a lot more serious than his partner’s, but they were both obviously gate-keepers.



“State your business,” the wild-haired one asked.



Gaara pulled his hood down and glared at them. “I’m the Kazekage of Suna, and my business is personal.”



The gate-keepers gasped when they recognized the raccoon demon, “We apologize, we weren’t given any notice about the Kazekage’s coming!”



“That’s because I haven’t given any; this isn’t a diplomatic matter, I just came to visit someone.”



They both glanced at each other, not knowing what to do; the one with the bandana turned to Gaara. “Please wait here, we have to confirm with our superiors.” He bowed and left.



Gaara was fuming.



~*~



“WHAT!”



“Yes honourable Shigikai (city council), the Kazekage is waiting by the gate, he wishes to enter the village-”



“And you just left him outside, Izumo?”



“I did not know what to do sanjikan (councillor), we weren’t given any notice of his arrival. The Kazekage said that he wasn’t here for diplomatic reasons, but that it was personal.”



The councillors murmured amongst each other, they all wondered what the Kazekage was doing in Konoha. As far as they knew there was no issue that had to be dealt internationally, or threats to be reported. Neither did they know who could be ‘personally’ involved with the young raccoon demon. They also couldn’t just stop the Kazekage from entering, since that would be a sign of dishonour and ruin the somewhat ‘shaky’ relationship between the two nations. Finally they concluded to let the raccoon demon enter, but be supervised by an ANBU squad.



They gave their orders to the gate-keeper and quickly sent out a note to the ANBU captain to get a squad ready.



Now all they could do was wait and see.



~*~



By the time Izumo had come back things had turned from bad to worse; the Kazekage and his partner were locked down in a glaring match with neither willing to back down. He berated himself for leaving Kotetsu alone; it should have been obvious that something like this would happen. He had to step in before it got worse



“Kazekage-sama, I apologize for the wait, the council has given you permission to enter and have been granted diplomatic immunity and use of whatever facilities you desire,” he said with a deep bow and handed the red-haired demon a badge to wear to show his status to the villagers.



Gaara nodded at him and took the badge offered; he pinned it on and after one final glare directed at Kotetsu he led the way inside.



Konoha was a bustling village just like he remembered from his last visit, where he had signed a treaty for truce. He and Kankurou decided to explore the area; in fact what Gaara was actually looking for was an appropriate gift to give to his little brother. They had come in time for the Kitsune’s mating celebration, and it was customary to bear a gift. The problem was he knew nothing about his estranged relative. So what kind of a present would be suitable to welcome his brother with?



“Gaara…” Kankurou whispered.



“I know.”



The redhead had already spotted them. There were at least 3 ANBU watching them right now; the council really knew how to try his patience. “Act normally… it is not like we are doing anything wrong.”



They went around from stall to stall, but nothing caught Gaara’s interests; sea foam eyes darkened dejectedly, was there nothing to satisfy his desire? Everything seemed mundane or unworthy in his opinion, and his little brother only deserved the best. He was about to give up when he noticed that Kankurou had disappeared.



“Baka!” he cursed and went to search for his cousin.



Not that it should be that difficult; he should be able to find him by his chakra signature. Gaara followed the signature trail to a shop, it looked small and dingy. The display window was covered with various artefacts, mostly junk in his opinion. His cousin was inside looking at various handcrafted toy puppets. Gaara sighed heavily; he should have known that Kankurou would be attracted to such childish things. Oh well, he might as well look around.



The shop was also cluttered on the inside; various ornaments were scattered in the dingy space. There were masks that reminded him of the hunter-nin’s, the group that had been disbanded decades ago. Then there were various kunais and katanas, and engraved Fuuma Shurikens. What he noticed then were statues depicting idols and gods; but amongst all of it was a crystal. It was a tiny light blue stone, polished to a shine; for some reason it seemed to glow unearthly.



“You interested in that, Kazekage-sama?” came an old frail voice.



Gaara looked up to see a small old she-demon, her wrinkly face smiling up at him. Gaara nodded at her and picked the stone up. “What is it made out of?” he asked.



“I don’t know, during the war there were a lot of things found lost by soldiers, this was just one of the many that were found.” And she gave a toothless grin.



So it was scavenged then. “How much?” he asked.



“10 silvers, and for a nickel I’ll bore a hole in so that you can make a necklace out of it.” She cackled.



Gaara frowned as he raised a non-existent eyebrow and nodded; the youkai sniggered and took the stone off him and returned after a few minutes with it finished. “Do you have a special rope you want to thread through?”



The redhead became thoughtful. He reached into his pouch and took out a small bag; years ago his mother had kept a lock of his father’s hair, she said it had high sentimental value to her. The strands were long and still ruby red; youkai hair had special properties. Clothes that were seamed together with youkai hair didn’t fray, and never lost their splendour. He gave a few of the strands to the old youkai, and her little eyes widened when she saw them before giving him a sly smile.



Quickly she plaited the red hair together to make a thin rope before threading it through the blue stone, and finally attached silver circle links at the end. She handed the newly-made necklace back to him and he paid her. Then he forced Kankurou away from the puppets before leaving the store.



The old youkai kept on grinning, how could she not after holding Kyuubi’s hair in her hands? It was like that old youkai was back in this world.



~*~



“But I wanted one of them!!” Kankurou shouted.



“You have enough of them back home, baka!”



“But-”



“NO!”



Kankurou grumbled but let it go, “So did you get what you wanted?”



“Yes, now we have to find out where the Uchiha’s live,” Gaara replied.



“Uchiha’s?”



Gaara and Kankurou turned around to see a rabbit youkai, and a lazy deer youkai. The speaker was a young female submissive, with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Her pale blue eyes peered down at him curiously. Gaara grumbled; sadly most youkai were taller than him.



“Are you invited to the feast?” she asked.



“Yes, I’m part of the submissive’s family,” he replied.



The deer youkai glanced at him; Gaara noticed the shift in his demeanour, it was obvious that he had spotted the badge Gaara was wearing, and recognized who he was. He glared at him in warning, and the deer youkai sighed a quiet ‘troublesome’ and looked away. The blonde youkai on the other hand seemed oblivious to this small interaction, and kept on chatting away.



“Yes, yes, we are going there ourselves, you may join us if you wish!” she suggested. Gaara nodded as a reply and they both followed them silently.



“This is great!” the blonde exclaimed. “My name is Ino, and this is my mate Nara Shikamaru; yours?”



Kankurou spoke this time; Gaara hated answering too many questions. “I’m Kankurou, and this is my cousin Gaara.”



“Ah, I’m guessing that you aren’t from this village?”



“No, no, just came here to specifically visit the submissive.”



Ino got an odd glint in her eyes, this was an opportunity to find out more about this mysterious figure! “So you know him?”



Kankurou however caught on quick. “We are ‘distantly’ related,” he said, emphasising the point. Ino tried not to huff, it would be rude if she did, and Gaara couldn’t help but smirk.



The rest of the walk was in silence; soon the sound of music reached Gaara’s sensitive ears. The scents of different demons mingled in the air, mixing in with the smell of food. It was a large building with people milling around the grounds; slowly, one by one, family was announced and they entered the building where they were greeted by the heads of the Uchiha family.



The small group walked towards the entrance, and as soon as Fugaku spotted the young Kazekage he gasped. He alerted his wife, and quickly tried to compose himself; the Kazekage coming to visit was a momentous occasion. They both bowed to each other.



“Kazekage-same, I’m honoured that you have come to visit us,” they ignored Ino’s surprised gasp, she had talked to the Hokage of Suna!



“It is I who am privileged. I was wondering if it were possible to speak with your son’s mate, Naruto?” he asked.



Fukagu frowned; what would the Kazekage want with Naruto? “I’m sorry, but the new member of our family will be introduced during the feast.”



Gaara kept a tight lip but nodded towards the wolf before entering. Fugaku watched him go quizzically; what was the Kazekage doing here? The Uchiha’s didn’t have a good relationship with the raccoon demon. So it didn’t make sense he why would come today of all days.



He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Dear…” Mikoto said.



“Why is he here?”



“Don’t worry dear, there is enough space for more people, it won’t be a problem,” she assured him with a smile. They then went back to greeting guests.



~*~



Naruto watched the guests pour in nervously, his new formal kimono feeling stiff and uncomfortable against his skin. He gnawed at his bottom lip and furrowed his eyebrows; how was he going to act in front of these people?! He was an orphaned kittling, and these were people from a different class… a different world! He couldn’t go out there, he would only embarrass himself, and even worse he would most likely embarrass his mate as well. Naruto backed away from the shoji doors, and straight into someone’s hard chest.



“It will be alright,” a husky voice murmured.



“I can’t go out there, Sasuke.”



“You will be fine, and I promise they will love you,” replied the wolf as he wound his arms around the smaller.



“But I’ve never been around so many people before teme, and I feel foolish in this get-up! It’s so damn girly…”



That was true, traditionally all submissives, no matter what gender, wore more feminine kimonos. Naruto wore a red Kimono with golden water lilies stitched into the silken fabric; the obi was crimson and tied into an elaborate knot at the back with an obijime, and then an obaige was added to it to hide the bustle. His tail was confined underneath the fabric, and the sleeves in his opinion were too long. Sasuke got off easy and wore a simple navy blue kamishimo and a pair of hakama.



“But it looks good on you, and you can’t stay in hiding forever…”



“But I’m not ready…” the blonde whined.



Sasuke smiled. “Trust me, you will be fine; we will introduce you to everyone, and I swear that they won’t mistreat you,” he replied confidently. Slowly he intertwined their hands together, and tugged gently. “C’mon…”



“Can’t we wait just a bit longer…” Naruto tried to stall.



“We can’t wait any longer; they have already been seated, and it would be disrespectful to let them wait.” Sasuke tugged again gently. He opened the sliding door and the chattering stopped.



Everyone in the hall looked over to them; at first they could only see the young Uchiha, but right behind him, just peeking over his shoulders, a tuft of blonde hair. They couldn’t keep their gazes off Sasuke’s mate. Many of the older family members knew instantly who the Kitsune was; the younger generation, on the other hand, were mesmerized.



He was stunning!



A shy little fox, with golden locks and mesmerizingly blue eyes, his skin lightly tanned and cheeks hued with a slight red blush of embarrassment. They gaped at the stranger, for they never had seen a Kitsune demon before. There was a mixture of awe, jealousy, and resentment amongst the guests. Yet it was Gaara who was most surprised. He didn’t know how Kyuubi looked like, so this person, his little brother, was the only link he had to him.



“Kankurou… did my father look like him?” because if he did, his father had been amazing!



His cousin couldn’t help but smirk, his little cousin was so excited. “Except for the hair and eyes, yeah, they would look almost alike.” Kankurou had seen the ‘Great Demon’ only a few times, and he had been so young at the time.



Gaara couldn’t stop staring at the blonde, his little brother; he watched them sit down near the head of the table, but he wasn’t listening to the introductions. His teal-coloured eyes just wouldn’t leave from the figure in front of him, but someone noticed his staring.



Sasuke was not happy; that demon was ogling his mate!





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