A Bride from Konoha

Chapter 4 

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Gaara had just finished having a meeting with the Daimyo's representatives in the meeting room. He was walking out from the Kage building with a deep frown plastered on his face. His scowled became deeper when he remembered what an ass the old man could be.

The Daimyo had become a major problem nowadays. His frustration dealing with the Daimyo's representatives had nearly shown when he had heard the Daimyo wanted to increase the tax payment and demanded several other ridiculous things that were out of Suna village capabilities. Oh, he exactly knew what the daimyo's true intention. That old man wanted to test his loyalty towards the Wind Country. The Wind Government representatives had been keeping pressuring him to hand over the trade zone to other villages, insisting that his village should be more focused on defending the country and produces high skilled shinobi for the Land.

He understood their intention very well. Gaara knew the ruler wanted to maintain the political stability of the land by keeping all the villages in Wind Country under his control. The daimyo had to balance the powers that had been given to each village. But Gaara could not afford to lose the second source income if one day the daimyo once again decided to decrease the budget and the power of Suna, as the village would lose its most prime job with no other resources to fall back on.

He nodded briskly at his nins when he passed by the guard post. The street was still bustling with activities despite of the very late hour. As, there were no children on the street at this hour already; adults took the advantage of this opportunity to have more mature activities.

Men and women were cuddling and kissing openly. Some of the men were groping their women shamelessly and laughed gaily in drunkard state.

Happy.

His people were in happy state, while he kept worrying and worrying for everything, he noted grimly. He needed a drink. He desperately needed a drink to cease the worry for tonight. By tomorrow, he would think the way to come out all these problems.

He stopped at the nearest bar where couples were streaming in and out. He followed the stream line and was end up meeting with his pregnant sister.

Temari scowled irritably at him when he asked about her presence in this late of hour.

"I know what time it is! Don't you dare start a lecture about my condition. This is a festive night. I'm entitled to have some fun too."

Gaara sighed at his sister's stubbornness. He glanced at Matsuri and nodded his head, acknowledged her presence. The woman seemed to worry about something.

"Matsuri-san, please escort my sister to her house."

Temari shook her head stubbornly. "I can't leave Sakura here. Who knows what kind of man she would end up with?"

Sakura? So, the mischief woman was here too. "Where's your partner in crime right now?"

"She's in the flirting room, and God knows what she's doing right now. I shouldn't have talked too long with Masane-chan. Maybe Sakura had been too bored waiting for me. I should have introduced her to some good men earlier. Now it's already too late."

Gaara clenched his teeth. Since when his sister had became some annoying and whining mother hen?

"She's a big girl, Temari. She can take care of herself." Yeah, and constantly creating troubles too.

"I think you should go and see her Gaara." Temari frowned at Gaara's grimly face. "She's in our village. She's your responsibility."

What responsibility? Gaara wanted to scoff at the idea. He let out a sighed when he looked at Temari's stubborn face.

"Please go home now with Matsuri-san. I will take care of her." Shikamaru would kill him if anything happened to the unborn baby.

He waited for Temari left with Matsuri. Then he went to the room. There were so many people than usual. Many men were gathering at the entrance of the room, all of them were talking excitedly about something.

"So, the Goddess has come out and play?" Gaara heard some men were whispering in awe. The Goddess? Why it seemed like he knew whom they were talking about?

"Who's turn now?" Some excited male voice was heard from the room. Gaara kept scowling. What game they were playing now. Some men eagerly walked to the room, passing by without even noticed him, their own kazekage.

"She's too good." A man who came out from the room, was shaking his head while helping his unstable friend leaned on his shoulder.

When Gaara entered the room, the loud excitement suddenly stopped when they noticed the Kazekage's presence. Some of still sober men managed to stand straight and gave a salute. But several men, he noted grimly, fell flat on the floor. It seemed like they were too drunk to notice his presence.

The men gave him a way by moving aside, forming a lane at the centre of the crowd by dividing into two groups.

He was moving forward while inspecting his nins one by one, from head to toe. All of his shinobi tried to look sober, as they knew how much he disliked the lack of discipline after the drink. One of the genins looked like wanted to throw up with his nearly green face and bulging eyes, he noted grimly. Several chunnins were too occupied in their drunkard state, sprawling on the floor.

Not that he banned his own nins to have fun in this festival night. But they should know, the enemies would take advantage if they knew how inappropriate his nins could be in this hour.

Gaara's scowl intensified. Oh, he definitely knew who he was going to blame. His eyes began searching for the culprit.

There, at the centre of the stage, as he had not prepared his own reaction, he was too stunned to think anything when he saw her.

Sakura sprawled on a sofa. Her kimono's left sleeve loosed seductively, revealing her beautiful shoulder and an upper mound. She was crossing her legs and the hem of the kimono was threatening dangerously to fall, caused her white milky thighs exposed deliciously. Her white kimono made her looked like pure and untouched. Her beautiful face flushed with excitement. Several tendrils of pink hair had loosed from the bun. Her right hand was holding a glass of sake. She looked too hot and sexy for his peaceful mind.

And she was nearly drunk.

She smiled seductively at him. "Well, well, well. Isn't this the Kazekage of Suna", she purred. "Do you come here just to play as well?"

"Time to go home, Haruno"

"Home?" She pouted. "I don't want to go home. There's no winner yet."

Kami-sama saved him from every woman on the earth who was being stubborn. Gaara glared at her grimly.

"You are drunk" he accused. "How much did you take?" There were too many glasses scattered on the floor.

"Enough," she shrugged. Then she smiled brightly. "Why don't you come here and play, Kazekage-sama? If you win, I would give you a special prize." She gave a wicked grin. "Maybe some other special bonus too."

"Home. Now!" He gave his harsh command that usually made the most his fierce jounin cringed with fear. But this damned woman just shrugged off.

"But my feet hurt!" she still had nerves to complained.

Gaara strode towards her, held her wrist tightly, and jerked her toward him before summoning his sand. Sakura only managed let out a gasp sound before they were swirled around and were cocooned completely by the sand.

This woman should pay the consequences for playing a game with him.

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Sakura let out a cry when her bump hit the floor. She glared up at him with a killing intention. But Gaara wasn't afraid at all. Nor that he amused when her kimono was wide open at the front, revealed beautiful full breasts.

They were in his living room. He didn't even questioning his motive to take her to his own house. Of cause he knew where this mischief woman lived. The decision had to be made quickly, so he just sent them both to his home.

"I had considered you as an off-limit before." Arms crossing, he looked down at her, watching her busily rubbing her injured rump. Her knees folded, and the shapely legs sprawled at the both of the sides of her body.

How come this pink hair woman became so beautiful? He had never looked in twice at her when they were younger. She was too bold in action and her hair had been cut too short for a girl.

Despite of that, he could not help but agreed that the attractiveness was still there. Her loyalty toward her friends had earned a respect from him. Furthermore, he always preferred pale hair females and her hair was the most exotic color he had ever seen.

"And why is that?" She was busily adjusting her kimono.

Gaara shrugged. It was because of Naruto, of course.

"I don't feel very well. I'm going to be sick." Gaara quickly scooped her up on his arms before sent her to his bathroom.

He waited patiently until she finished before gave her a small towel to wipe herself. Then he gave a glass of water to drink.

"Oh, no!"

Gaara sighed when the woman was in panic when looking something around her. What now?

"I lost my Kinchaku-bag." Typical woman. Gaara mused grimly. What's with women and pouches anyway.

"It has caused me one month's salary," she whined again. Gaara gritted his teeth. So he

had made a mistake what he had thought about her three days ago. So, a cool, sophisticated and composed Sakura was actually a whiner and a pompous brat. Maybe because of her drunken state, she had finally revealed her true personalities.

"How many glass did you have?"

"I don't know." She frowned. "Too many men challenged me. Maybe about forty to fifty."

Forty to fifty? Gaara looked at her incredulously. She was only jesting, right? She had been drinking the strongest sake. A mere man would be paralyzed if he drank more than five.

Now he understood why the men were so excited with the game they had played. Everyone had waited patiently who was going to be the last man toppled by her. By the time she was nearly drunk, they would try their luck. But somehow she had managed to outmatch them all. More than ten of his nins, he had counted, collapsed on the floor.

"My pouch," she whined again.

Gaara muttered an expletive remark before using his jutsu to be teleported back to the bar club.

The club was already closed. Fortunately the lights from outside were bright enough for him to find her pouch. He nearly stumbled when accidentally kicked a chair. He cursed.

What he was doing here? He wondered grimly. He was the kazekage, damn it. He should act like one.

But, why he looked like a thief who broke someone else' shop in the dark? This was the woman's fault. She constantly made troubles.

He sighed with relief when finally found the damn pouch. Somebody was kindly put the pouch along with shoes on a table. The shoes must belong to her too, he noted grimly. Who else forgot to put shoes when going home?

He frowned when he noted the shoes had five inches of heels. Was she nuts, wearing a pair of killer shoes like this? No wonder her feet blotched with red and swelling painfully. Why just she couldn't wear Geta-sandals like every womens' did?

He transported back to his living room. Where was she now?

He was going to the bathroom when he spotted her lying on his bed, sleeping peacefully.

Gaara stared at her intensely. What a beautiful picture she made with the long pink hair tumbled down on his pillow. Her lovely face flushed and those red lips that he still could not remove from his memory since the day he had met her, puckered deliciously.

He sat on the bed, staring down at her for a several minutes. She had not removed her kimono, Gaara realized. He untied the Obi belt to let her slept in more comfortable positions. She let a sighed and mumbled in her sleep.

Her eyes suddenly opened and stared unfocusedly at him. She smiled.

"Sasuke," she whispered huskily. Gaara frowned. So, Naruto was right. She was still waiting for that Uchiha brat.

He was surprised when her strong hand suddenly pulled his hand towards her. He nearly stumbled on top of her had he not braced his elbows on bed at the either sides of her body.

But he was too stunned to think reasonably when she kissed his chin desperately. Her hands combed his hair and pulled him down to her mouth. When he tried to pull back himself, she cried in protest.

"Sasuke!" She cried out longingly.

"I'm not him." Gaara stated.

He hovered above her.

He stared at the beautiful woman. Her lips trembled to stiff a sob. Her mesmerizing green eyes pooled with tears.

"I don't care anymore." She pulled him back towards her and trailing kisses on his neck. He stiffed a groaned when she nibbled his earlobe.

"Please, hold me" she whispered at his ear.

Gaara closed his eyes, tried to control his urges. He nearly lost the control when she bit his earlobe gently. He had been without woman for too long and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

Sakura was still nuzzling his neck and tugged his hair playfully. Gaara closed his eyes, weighing the consequences.

She would hate herself in the morning.

True.

She was his best friend's love interest.

True.

She was imagining Uchiha,

True.

But, he had wanted her from the moment he had set his eyes on her. And he usually got what he wanted. Furthermore, she would find other men to satisfy her need if he refused her.

He bit his lip, stiffed a groan when her thigh accidentally brushed his full arousal. .

With those thoughts, he made his decision.

He pulled himself despite her protest and stared at the beautiful green eyes.

"You will get what you want, Sakura." He warned. "But, by my own way."

He crushed her mouth to his and demanded she gave everything. Sakura moaned when he cupped her breast and his thumb brushed her nipple.

He expertly undressed her kimono and his own robe with a lightning move. Sakura sighed with pleasure when he trailed kisses from her lips to the back of her ear and bit her neck playfully.

His right hand kept playing her breast while his left hand cupped and kneaded her buttocks gently. He groaned when her fingers brushed his arousal.

He had her now. He wanted her now.

He lifted her hip higher; opened her thighs, preparing to enter her.

He thrust forward, and she cried out softly. He surged again and stopped dead when he felt the barrier.

No, this was too impossible. She could not be a virgin. How could this be?

Sakura arched her back, her breasts thrust forward, brushed his chest, teasingly. Gaara restrained himself. His arousal was throbbing painfully, screaming to be released from this torture.

"Sasuke," she sobbed again.

Gaara gathered his last strength before pulled himself out of her embrace, despite of her protest. He sat at the edge of the bed; feet flatten on the floor, elbows on his knees. He rubbed his face. This could not be good. She deserved better than this.

Sakura curled up in his bed, moaning in frustration. She rubbed her owned female part, seeking for a satisfaction. The act was so erotic, Gaara muttered a curse before finally gave in. He went back to her and kissed her tenderly.

"You want it, don't you?" He whispered to her ear. He slid his finger to her wet and slick core and rubbed her gently. She moaned softly.

"I can give it to you." He thrust his finger deeper inside her. His thumb pressed and circled gently at the nub. Sakura cried out. He could feel her womb pulsating, waiting for the release.

"But, no, I'm not going to give it to you now." It took him all the disciplines he had to control his urges.

"Tonight, we both will satisfy with only this." He settled his shaft between her moist lips and rubbed it back and forth. Her moist, swollen nub rubbed his most sensitive flash from tip to root, back and forth, back and forth. He gritted his teeth and controlled the urge to enter the paradise of her.

Sakura curled her arms around him, kissing him desperately. Her fingernails clawed onto his back and her legs wrapped around his hips. Her hips bucked, tried to move but he would not let her.

He held her hands above her head, her breasts thrust forward. Gaara groaned with pleasure when the nipples were rubbing his sensitive chest. He ravished her mouth and moved faster.

Sakura whimpered and cried in ecstasy when she reached her climax.

He found his released several seconds later. He spurted his seed on her stomach and breathed heavily on her forehead.

He rolled over onto his side, gathered her into his arms and kissed her forehead. She was still weeping, whispering Uchiha's name.

Gaara closed his eyes, he had had his orgasmic, but still not sated. He knew he had taken a fully advantage of her depress state.

He always knew he was a cruel and ruthless man. He usually took what he wanted so easily without another single thought. He had actually wanted her from the beginning and her calling out another man's had not even dampened his male urges to conquer her body

But she was the person Naruto cared the most. Although he had not taken her virginity, he should leave her alone and found other faceless women to satisfy his need.

The beautiful woman was already sleeping, her eyelids were still swollen and red with tears but she was breathing evenly.

Gaara stared at her sleeping face. He began to notice that her eyelashes were actually darker than her hair.

Her female hair too.

He let a hiss sound at the thought of it. His arousal began to harden. He wanted her again. He wanted to enter the paradise gate of her. This half sex was too dissatisfied for him.

But he would wait patiently. She was too drunk to realize who she had been with. Next time, he vowed, he would take her as his. He would make sure she would wide awake and realized it was him who took her virginity and being the first man who brought her the pleasure.

Tonight was just the beginning for both of them.