The New Family

I don’t own Naruto, it is the property of Masashi Kishimoto
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Kyo and Gaara sat in the middle on the right, on the outside of the aisle. TenTen, Ino and Sakura sat in front of them. Sasuke, Naruto and Kesuke sat in the second to first row on the left, and everyone else was scattered a bit around.

Neji stood at the altar, a slight breeze had blown his ponytail that was loose from earlier with Gaara, out. His black hair cascaded down his back and shoulders and in his face. He could see Kyo watching his cousin and bride dismally. Did he know? Did he actually want him? And Gaara, he was sitting there, whispering something to his son...Their son. He had realized something a few years ago about himself, but he couldn’t admit it. Somewhere deep down, Neji knew what he wanted, but he couldn’t reach out and take it.

Had Gaara forgiven him? It was obvious he had; in fact, Neji didn’t know how far the redhead would have let him go. Hiashi spoke, breaking his trail of thoughts.

“Everyone, I would like to thank you all for attending my daughter’s wedding” He said, “I hope you can stay afterwards for more refreshments and dinner”

The crowd chuckled and nodded, it seemed that everyone was ignoring the fact that Neji and Hinata were indeed related. It was almost as if his uncle had brainwashed everyone into not caring about the all time wrong vibe that came from marriage between two relatives. Hiashi smiled with satisfaction and made his way to the back of the room, exiting through a door.

Neji almost smiled as he saw Gaara’s evil glare follow him. Kyo seemed to be fiddling with something in his pocket, Neji frowned, ‘I wonder what that is?’ He shook his head; the little squirt had probably just snuck in some food or something to snack on.


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“Stop fidgeting,” said Gaara, “It’s about to begin”

Kyo looked up at him and smiled, “Ok, daddy, because you know that I love you so much and do what I do for you”

Gaara scowled at him, “What are you up to?”

Suddenly, the music started, and Kyo answered, “Why is Neji not gonna be with us?”

The music started, and Gaara looked up at Hinata who was being led down the aisle by Hiashi. She had a veil, covering her pretty face, but her shaking was very apparent. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and looked back down at his son, “He has chosen her”

Kyo frowned, and then looked down, “Oh,” he said. So Neji just didn’t want them? He didn’t want to believe that, who wouldn’t want his daddy? He couldn’t believe that! He bet someone was making him get married. It was probably Sakura!

Having made up his mind on who to blame, Kyo started plotting, not even paying attention to the ceremony.


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“Dearly beloved,” began the minister, droning about their matrimony being some sort of symbol of love. Naruto couldn’t disagree more.

He couldn’t believe the nerve of Hiashi, forcing Neji and Hinata into this marriage. But more so, he couldn’t believe Neji! He was basically deserting Gaara and Kyo. He knew his redheaded friend was in love with Neji, and he was SO sure that those feelings were returned. He saw the way Neji kept looking at Gaara. And he had definitely seen the look of slight guilt on each of their faces when they returned with Hiashi. So why? Why did they torture themselves like this?

Kesuke kept getting on his knees to glance at Kyo, “Papa he looks sad,” whispered Kesuke, “We should tell Neji not to marry Hinata”

Sasuke frowned, “Sit down,” he said, “It is Neji’s choice, even if he is making the wrong one” Naruto nodded, Kesuke sighed and sat back down between them, feeling very sorry for Gaara and Kyo. He didn’t think it was fair, but Sasuke was always right. Oh well, it would be ok, he smiled secretly.

“And if anyone here has a reason that these two...”

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Kyo looked up and saw that he had almost missed, “Time to shine”
Gaara looked at him, “What-“

Kyo reached into his pocket and took out a lighter that he had mysteriously acquired. He smiled innocently and leaned forward. The next thing they knew, Sakura jumped up, effectively stopping the wedding. Gaara’s eyes widened, along with everyone else in the room. The little redhead had just set her on fire. She ran around, begging someone to put it out, those who weren’t frozen in shock immediately ran to the bucket that held bottles of celebration sake and ice and dumped it on her. Putting out the fire and knocking her unconscious. Now that the crisis was somewhat over, they all turned to Kyo who was sitting next to Gaara, same as always, snickering into his hand. He looked up at them after a few minutes and grinned, “What?”

The man who was supposed to marry Neji and Hinata was one of the ones who ran to save Sakura. The couple was now at the altar, staring at Kyo with everyone else.

“Kyo” hissed Gaara, “Why did you do that?”

Kyo stood up on the seat and glared at everyone, before settling on Hinata, “YOU CAN’T HAVE! MY DADDY LOVES HIM AND SO DO I!” He then glared at Neji, “YOU SHOULD BE MY PAPA!”

All muttering and whispers and shouts died. Gaara went even paler, before a dark red graced his cheeks. Kyo plopped back down, crossing his arms. He certainly looked pleased with himself. Gaara let his eyes slip shut as he sighed.

-I guess we’re never coming back to Konoha ever again?-

‘Nope’

Hiashi approached Kyo, “What did you say?”

Kyo grinned up at him, “Neji is gonna be my papa. I said so just now! Didn’t you hear me?”

Gaara snatched Kyo up, much to his protest and disappeared in a whirl of sand. Neji watched, and recovered too late to call out to Gaara. To tell him that if it was true, that he loved him back.

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“Daddy!” said Kyo, squinting as wind assaulted his eyes, “Why did we leave! What about Neji!”

Gaara stared down at him, his eyes twitching, “You are SO grounded for this”

“But daddy!”

“Just don’t!”

“Why didn’t you stay?”

Gaara stopped on a roof and looked down at him, “Kyo, he chose to marry Hinata. He didn’t need all that going on at his wedding! Especially you setting one of the guests on fire”

“...I’m sorry daddy, but I feel that my actions were well called for”

Gaara rolled his eyes, “We’re going back to the hotel, we are getting our stuff, and we are going to get our stuff and we are leaving and never coming back.”

Kyo started pouting, “But daddy! What if he loves you back! What if he wants to be my papa! DADDY!”

“KYO!” The boy fell silent, “Listen, he knows everything. He knows he’s your father, he knows that I love him...And...I know that...I think maybe he might...Kyo, he told me it wouldn’t work”

Kyo narrowed his eyes, “He’s my father?”

Gaara swallowed, “He is. He just didn’t want us” He held his son
close, wishing that they had never come. He knew that it would be bad to bring Kyo to Konoha, but he let himself be selfish. “I’m sorry...It’s all my fault”

-No, it’s not-


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Kyo glared at the wall, ignoring everything as his father bustled back and forth, muttering something about having to get out of a damn village before that gang of idiots showed up. Although, the little devil was more or less trying to ignore him, because he was still annoyed for leaving the wedding in the first place. They had gotten back to the room and Gaara had immediately set him down to gather up their things.

“Daddy,” he said, “I think Neji would have agreed”

Gaara paused and gave him a look, “Hm, well I think that Neji along with everyone else, would have asked me to kindly keep my loud mouthed, fire starting, wedding ruining child under control”

Kyo pouted, “I feel I improved that wedding if anything, and EVERYONE LOVES FIRE!”

The redhead gave a small sigh, “You’re more trouble than you’re worth”

“No,” said Kyo, “If I were more trouble than I was worth, this village would not have been standing within two days of my arrival”
Gaara smirked, “big words”

“True words”

“...I know you’re trying to stall me.” Gaara turned back around and walked out of the kitchen, where Kyo was sitting at the table, and into the bedroom to get the few articles of clothing they had bothered to bring. Kyo scowled, but knew that Gaara had read him like a book. Well, it had been a good effort on his part, but there wasn’t much he could do with someone who, not only knew all his tricks, but was immune to them as well.

-This was fun while it lasted-

‘I can’t believe you didn’t kill anyone’

-Well...Don’t get used to it! Next you try sleeping, WHAM! You’re
waking up to a headless body hanging from your ceiling!-

‘Of course’

Gaara had definitely noticed the fact that, within arriving in Konoha, he had slept a whole six hours altogether. It had been refreshing, if not disturbing. Every time he woke up from a nap, he had expected and dreaded finding Kyo lying in a puddle of blood. But it hadn’t happened yet, and he was glad for that.

-So what if the Hyuuga actually did-“

‘Just shut up’

“Daddy?”

Gaara frowned, without turning around; “if you are trying to get me to stay longer it’s not going to work” He continued with his packing and shook his head as he heard the door close almost silently.

“Gaara please, just stay a little while longer?”

The redhead stiffened at the deep, pleading voice. He turned his head slowly, the tall, lithe figure coming slowly into view. It was Neji, standing there, now in his ANBU outfit, looking as though he were prepared to make him stay by force, “Just please, listen to what I have to say”

Gaara turned fully around, keeping his face as blank as possible, “I thought I already informed you that my son and I would be leaving as soon as your wedding was over”

Neji nodded, “Well, the wedding was never completed...So, I think you’ll have to wait a while longer”

“Why?”

He could feel the hope welling up inside him, even though he cursed it with every fiber of his being. He didn’t want this; he had hoped to escape the village without ever having to see the Hyuuga’s face again.

Neji took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them, “I’m sorry,” he whispered, slowly getting closer, But I can’t just let you go” He ran his thumb over the redhead’s lips and smiled sadly, “I hope...It is not too late”

Gaara’s breath caught in his throat, as he stared into the milky white eyes. He was only silent, unable to utter a single word. He knew anything that came out would be incoherent, even without trying. Neji licked his lips, “Gaara, please give me a chance” In one last attempt, he leaned down, and kissed the demon holder softly, praying with all his heart that he would be allowed one more shot...Just one more.

As he pulled away. Neji felt something warm and wet on his lips. He furrowed his brow in concern at the tears that were overflowing from Gaara’s eyes.

“Tell me,” said Gaara, “Are you going...To just ask me to forget this in the morning?” Neji frowned, but Gaara kept going, “Are you going to tell me you didn’t mean it?”

Neji stared at him, “What are you talking about?”

“This happened once before you bastard! SIX FUCKING YEARS AGO!”
The Hyuuga’s eyes widened, “You don’t mean...In the alley?”

“What else would I be talking about?”

“I...” Neji looked down, but wrapped his arms slowly around Gaara’s waist, who in turn placed his hands on the Hyuuga’s forearms, “I thought that I...” He looked at Gaara with morbid humor written all over his face, “I thought I raped you”

A long silence filled the room, and finally, Gaara broke out of a stupor that he had previously fallen into at the other’s last statement, squinted his eyes and leaned forward, as if trying to find whatever made Neji so stupid, in the form of a mark on his face, “And you just kind of forgot about Shukaku?”

Neji shrugged, “Well, I woke up with a huge hangover, not knowing where I was and really...It didn’t occur to me at all, that it was...Well, willing”

Kyo walked in, taking their attention away form each other, he sat on the foot of the bed and stared at them, “I couldn’t help over hearing,” he said, “And I can’t believe we went through six fucking years of angsty drama, because you were BOTH TOO PIGHEADED TO HAVE A SIMPLE EXCHANGE OF WORDS!” The two adults stared at the child who then proceeded to smile innocently and excuse himself from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Neji turned to Gaara, “Well...I can tell you raised him”

Gaara smiled and leaned closer, “Yeah, but you helped make him”

Neji chuckled, “Yes...I did.” He smiled, “So...Are you going to leave?”

Gaara nodded, “I’m the Kazekage...I have to” He looked away, expecting some sort of reproach, only to find himself caught up yet another kiss, only this one was far more passionate than the last.
Neji pulled away, making him growl, “Don’t worry,” said Neji, “I’m coming too”


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(((Kyo)))

The little redhead rolled his eyes as he walked out into the open air of outside. He sure hoped Neji wasn’t the type to ground; it would suck to get in trouble so soon. Not that he wasn’t sure Gaara would step in. But still.

He smirked up at the sky; things were going to be ok from now on. He was sure of it. But for now! It was time to go get Kesuke and set Sakura’s house on fire. He grinned, another day, another life horribly ruined by his undisciplined, unruly and uncalled for behavior.

God, he loved himself.