Hidden Powers

Alright, hey everyone. This chapter sucks, I know. But didn't have many reviews and not much feedback to inspire me.

I do have some M/F/F implied here, and just a hint of smut, but for the most part, it's strawberry.

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“Crap!” Shikamaru exclaimed and all the members of group eight groaned. The scouting group, line one, just made it to Suna two minutes ago. The hokage line was consecrating to the center in order for them to arrive in Suna together , which meant in four minutes, the Naruto line would be doing the same thing. In seven minutes, Shikamaru’s group was supposed to arrive; however, Shikamaru’s outcry made it apparent that just wasn’t going to happen.

Shikamaru was bleeding.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll take care of it,” Sakura being the medic ninja for this group gave the go ahead to Hinata and Kurenai who nodded and sped away. Walking her way towards Shikamaru, she noted the deep laceration in his left shoulder that he was clutching to stop the bleeding. Looking past him, she saw the culprit. A whip like branch hung down dripping red and was now broken but hanging on by a few wood fibers.

Now Sakura wasn’t an idiot (remember now that she was among the smartest in her class). She knew of course that high shinobi speeds like their’s could cause a serious injury like the one on Shikamaru’s shoulder, in the case that perhaps a small object got in the way. But geniuses just don’t run into tree branches, especially when those geniuses are elite jounin ninja. Though Shikamaru would never admit it, the past couple of days of sexual tension spelt it out. Shikamaru needed her.

“Better?” She asked as soothing chakra threads wormed their way through his muscle tissue and the laceration closed like a zipper being pulled up. At the gentleness of the touch sparks flew and memory of many night of sensual pleasure between the two filled their minds.

“Yeah,” the usually uninterested shinobi said looking anything but uninterested by now. In the past few hours since their last camp, a few flyaway hairs escape from the spiky pony tail and now were gently framing his face. His gaze on Sakura was gentle, yet strangely intense all at the same time. He was really cute once he actually paid attention.

Knowing eyes met each other as Shikamaru pulled Sakura towards him to lean in for a kiss. Hands trailed down her smooth curves until he reached her thighs. Their need was too much, and time to short to make this last. The kunoichi was pressed into a large tree as Shikamaru’s hands moved quickly to remover her tights. His entrance was rough and so was the pace he set, but in a few minutes, the found completion in each others grasps. It was not as satisfying as their usual intimate moments, but it was enough for at least until tonight. They quickly cleaned themselves up before hearing on the radio that group eight just exited the forest and met desert, which meant that they’d reach Suna in two minutes. Naruto and his line had arrived shortly before that.

Surprising Sakura, Shikamaru pulled her into a breathtaking and extremely sensual kiss. He drew he bottom lip into his mouth and suck on it gently while his hands roamed her petit body, making her tremble in suspense. When his hands found their way to her backside, he firmly pressed her into him, wrapping his arms around the bottom arch of her back and squeezing tightly.

“Shika…” she sighed gently into his lips. Eyes hazy and cast down, evidence of the sluggish after effect of lustful satisfaction.

“Gods, Sakura. I love it when I’m with you. Temari’s heard so much about it she’s wanting a little taste too.” Sakura gasped. Never ever before had she considered sex with another woman. It was wrong, wasn’t it? Wanting another woman. Still, she found the idea of another partner enticing. She knew of the genius ninja’s other sexual endeavors and even dreamt about joining in them, but she refused to acknowledge and desire towards the female sex consciously.

The why instead of saying no, she was flustered and hemming and hawing.

Shikamaru smirk.

“Lets go.” Shikamaru stated before taking hold of her again. His new technique, shadow transport allowed him to extend his shadow over miles and send him to the very end. Had it not used up so much chakra, he’d use it to get everywhere.
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“Shikamaru, your room is here. Sakura, your’s is here next to mine.” Temari said into the microphone headset she wore that linked to the intercom running through the estate. Sakura blushed at that statement as Shikamaru’s last comment re-wriggled it’s way into her head. She silently prayed to Kami that her flustered appearance went unnoticed until she managed to break away from sight.

Too bad Kami doesn’t answer silly prayers.

Inside her head, Temari giggled.

‘I guess Shikamaru must of said something. Looks like he’s already started to strategize… I’ll have to ask him later,’ Temari chuckled, knowing that Shikamaru had been dreaming of a dirty scenario between the three of them, though he’d never admit it to anyone but her. And his being a genius certainly made it to where he could get what he wanted.

“Now we are in a hallway of rooms that border the gardens. The doors on your left are rooms that have exits out to the Koi pond and garden. By all means, feel free at anytime to enjoy the scenery, and keep these exits in mind in case of emergency. First room on the left, Neji. On the right, Iruka…” and Temari continued, filling the next 8 rooms.

“… Sixth door on the left, Naruto.” As Naruto gathered his things, Gaara stepped out of the next room in full ceremonial Kazekage robes and he looked rather ridiculous.

“Gaara!” Naruto exclaimed as he jumped to embrace his friend. “Long time no see.”

Now the last thing the Kazekage would have ever expected from anyone was a hug, so to say he sounded a bit flustered/confused would be an understatement.

“I, uh… Hi, Naruto. I’d love to stay and talk but I have to-”

“Ahem…,” Temari interrupted. “as I was saying. The last room here is the breakfast parlor. It’s small and private, meant for the Kazekage family only. A few of you may be invited in, but don’t count on it. You will be served breakfast in the ceremonial dining hall. A full banquet will provided for you at each meal there.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Kiba shouted and Akamaru barked in agreement.

“A meal is being provided right now for you to enjoy after you get your room situated and clean up.” There was a murmur of approval and appreciation as soon as Temari said this. With this statement, she turned off the headset that connected to intercoms that were set up throughout the estate. Those who were showed to their rooms at the beginning of the assignment and tour were already headed towards the dining hall, ready to compensate for two and a half days of eating ninja food.

“Alright!” Naruto sang as he released Gaara and jumped into his room to bathe before he pigged out, leaving Gaara in the hallway looking absolutely confused.
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Naruto couldn’t take his mind off how ridiculous Gaara looked in his ceremonial robes. He looked better without them. Much, much, much better. If he were Gaara, he would of designed new robes.

‘How would I look in the Hokage robe?’ Naruto pondered , crinkled his nose at the thought. No wonder Tsunade would die before adorning them. Naruto put redesigning the Hokage robes on a list of things to do when he gained the title.

“Right after I kick Sasuke’s ass…” he mumbled turning the corner. Naruto’s mind had gone so fuzzy after a tiring trip, hot shower, and the buffet he just enjoyed… The Buffet the Kazekage had gotten dressed up for. Naruto snickered.

“Really, and what will you be doing before that?” Gaara asked the moment before Naruto collided with him.

“Gaara!?!” Naruto cried from the floor where he fell rubbing his head. Gaara remained standing, unfazed.

“You know, you should really get off that floor. I don’t know how well the maids here like us.”

‘Ewww,’ Naruto thought as he jumped to his feet. “So how have you been? It’s been such a long time since I last saw you, and we didn’t even get to talk.”

“We’ve gone longer without seeing each other. A year isn’t so bad.” Gaara was lying. That year had been the longest, of Gaara’s entire life. He felt indebted to Naruto when Naruto opened a door in his heart, so imagined how he felt when Naruto saved his life.

“Yeah, yeah… but there was so much I’ve been wanting to talk about! Like, what’s it like being Kazekage? Was it announced? Was there a ceremony and stuff? Have you been thinking about redesigning that robe you wore today? Oh, oh! Did you wear that at your ceremony?!” Gaara would have smiled at the blonde if he was used to smiling.

“You look better without the robes.” Naruto’s big blue eyes gave the redressed Gaara a quick look up and down and he nodded with approval. With that, the red head did smile.

“Let’s go out to the garden and talk there.” With that one little statement, the two Akatsuki targets went out and caught up. Naruto went on about the development of his training and new jutsu and Gaara, about what ever Naruto would ask about.
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“So…?” Temari asked Shikamaru. She knew he knew what she was talking about.

“I told her how much you’d like to give her a go.” Shikamaru said while cloud gazing in a secluded corner of the garden.

“And?”

“She’ll warm up to the idea after a little bit of prodding.” Shikamaru smirked at the thought.

“Prodding? Like what?” Temari wished she knew everything that went on in spiky-haired boys head. Then again, she wouldn’t want her head to explode.

“Oh you’ll like this part,” Shikamaru said as he nodded a certain blond friend of his over.
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Sakura put a pillow over her head in an attempt to block out the sound of boisterous love making coming from the next room, Temari’s room. It was bad enough that her own need was bothering her right now, but she had to hear other’s satisfying theirs? The banging of the bed into their connecting wall had been going on for about 10 minutes and now, a loud and high pitched scream pierced the air as Sakura writhed in her bed. As her body twisted and she plugged her ears firmly with her fingers, she came to a realization.

‘Ino?’ She recognized that scream.

As that loud scream came to it’s end. So did the love making. As murmuring continued after, Sakura heard shuffling and came to another realization, they were getting ready to go out into the hallway, and Sakura left her door open.

Damn it.

“For a girl, she sure is heavy…” Shikamaru huffed as he and Temari carried Ino past Sakura’s open door.

Wait a minute… Ino wasn’t walking. She was passed out.

INO WAS PASSED OUT FROM WHAT JUST HAPPENED IN THAT ROOM AND SHIKAMARU AND TEMARI WERE CARRYING HER!!!

‘Daaaaaaaaaamn…’ Sakura caught herself thinking. Ino have often confided in Sakura before that it was so hard for her to find a lover to satisfy her, so what in the world did those two do to her?

It was right then that Shikamaru and Temari had come back, Ino-less to the hallway, and instead of passing by her door, they stopped. Sakura played dead.

“Do you think she heard us?” Shikamaru asked.

“If I were her, I would have probably gotten myself off. Too bad; it would have been nice to watch.,” Temari answered with a soft smirk, before Shikamaru pulled her into a full body contact kiss, not a playful one. From what Sakura could see with a cracked open eye, Shika was hoping for round two.

“Think maybe we should wake her up?” Temari asked. ‘Oh, My, God! She wants me to join them NOW!?!’ Sakura flinched in her ‘sleep’.

“No, I just need you right now,” Shikamaru said, burying his face into the curve of Temari’s. Picking Temari up, he carried her to her bedroom, her legs straddling his waist, and covered her exposed neck in soft kisses. Rounding the doorway, he put her down and quickly shut the door behind them.

“Do you think it’ll work?” Temari asked. Shikamaru quirked an eyebrow at her. ‘Oh right! He's a genius!’

And according to the plan, they let their love making disturb Sakura randomly through the night.
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Gaara was having a hard time staying awake after Naruto and his chat. In fact, it had been a couple of hours before the Number One, Hyperactive, Super Surprising Ninja of Konoha retired to his bedroom. Rounding the corner of the Kazekage estate, he made his way slowly to Temari’s room, he was never in a hurry at nights. Boredom was driving him up the wall, and he was hoping to borrow Temari’s laptop to take a peek at tomorrow’s agenda, and maybe sneak a couple of games in before sunrise. One glance into her room however, and he made it back to his in no time.

Situations like that were more than awkward to him, and the last person he’d want to see in a position like that was his sister. It wasn’t fair that she could have a relationship with a person, and he barely had a friend.

Well, he had Naruto, but that was besides the point. He could never have a relationship like Temari had. Temari was bright, beautiful and charming. She had guts, brains, and talent that any man would drool over. All Gaara had was a gourd of sand that wouldn’t even react to him anymore.

Gaara couldn’t find any solace in his room either. Temari never exactly knew what happened between Gaara and his uncle, so she didn’t see what was wrong with the room Gaara was put in. That was the room where his uncle told him he loved him and later that night, had tried to kill him.

The air practically suffocated him as he’d entered. The memories of the past haunted him once again as he clutched at his heart and the love tattoo etched into his forehead. He had to get out of there, go anywhere but that room.

That’s how he found himself collapsing in the window seat of the breakfast parlor. Gasping for breath, he curled up in the fetal position as his uncle’s attack replayed in his mind.

“Your mother hated you…” A tear broke free from it’s prison and trailed down his cheek.

“I hated you…” and that tear was joined by several more.
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Naruto’s whole body tensed and leg muscles seized, causing him to jump out of bed to correct the problem.

“Oww, ow, ow! CRAMP!” Naruto cried as he pointed his toes up and rubbed the knots out of his calves. Cramps in Naruto’s legs were the worst, and if he didn’t deal with them right away, he’d be feeling them the next morning.

‘Got to the kitchen, get a hot compress,’ the Kyuubi container thought, and waddled his way to the kitchen. Passing by the off limits breakfast parlor, Naruto heard Gaara’s soft sobs.

“Noooo…” Gaara moaned as he felt the death trap of sleep slowly raped his body, stealing away all the sanity he possessed. Naruto watched him dig his nails into his chest in an attempt to stay awake, if at least for a couple of minutes. He was desperate for anything to keep him from the insanity that awaited him.

“Naruto,” he breathed as sleep took over and warm hands surrounded him. Naruto required no explanation. He simply cradled Gaara to him as the broken boy lost consciousness, and took his place on the window seat behind him, pain in his legs be damned.

Gaara slept peacefully that night.