Breathless

Yay! Uploading my first Naruto fic!! Happy dance!

Title: Breathless
Author: Yaoi Lady
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: GaaNaru, KanKiba (later)
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Eventually some dark stuff. A little bit of angst, but not enough to send you into a seizure. May cause slight stomach ache, but that's it.
Disclaimers: I do not own any characters. If I did the whole series would just be one big gay porn. *cackles evilly*

Ch.1

“Oh shit!!”

“Don’t stand there! Call a doctor!!”

“Jezus!!”

“It hurts!! Gaara, do something!”

“I’m here! It’ll be ok!”

“I can’t take it anymore!! Make it stop!!”

~~~~~

A knock on the door interrupted Gaara’s train of thought.

“Come in.”

An unidentified sand-nin poked his head into the kazekage’s office.

“Forgive me, sir. But it seems you have been requested.”

Gaara raised an invisible eyebrow at this.

“From whom?”

The jounin shifted nervously.

“Well…it seems a returnee had found someone outside of suna who had requested your presence.”

Gaara twitched.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

The sand-nin shifted once more.

“We’re not sure of his identity. All we know is that he’s a blonde from Konoha.”

That got Gaara’s attention. His eyes snapped up and he shot out of his seat.

“Take me to him.”

“Sir?”

“Now!”

The jounin jumped back a bit.

“Yes! Right away!”

~~~~

The walk was somewhat tedious. What the jounin had said was true. A returning traveler found a near unconscious shinobi who had been making his way to suna, but fell ill during his journey. The two of them were currently staying together in a house near the outskirts of town. Gaara sighed inwardly.

~It has to be Uzumaki. But why would he be here? The Godaime didn’t send any word about him coming.~

He frowned slightly.

“We’re here, Kazekage-sama.”

Gaara took a glance at the small house that was in front of him. It was a small cottage that seemed extremely cozy. The sand-nin knocked on the door as Gaara kept looking around.

“Kazekage-sama!”

At the sound of his title he turned his head. In the doorway an older woman standing before him.

“We were just about to go see you! Our little visitor just woke up a few minutes ago.” She smiled sweetly as Gaara nodded.

Taking his hands in hers, she led him into the house. He was slightly taken aback at the physical contact, but allowed to be led, the jounin following silent behind. The inside of the cottage had a warm aura. Over a fireplace were pictures of loved ones and family. There were soft chairs and quilts, and large crystal windows. Taken in by his surroundings, Gaara hadn’t noticed the door that they had stopped in front of.

“My husband found the poor boy out in the desert. He had been there quite some time. Almost buried in the sand he was.”

She slowly opened the door, just as her husband came out. He was a large strapping man with light gray stubble around his chin. He grinned as he saw the Suna leader.

“Ah, Kazekage-Sama. I’m glad you’re here. But please be quiet. The child is still quite lethargic.”

Nodded his understanding he stepped into the room.

“Gaara?”

He stopped as he heard his name, barely above a whisper. Laying on the futon placed gently on the floor was the boy he hadn’t seen in years.

“Uzumaki…”

Naruto broke a small grin weakly.

“I’m so glad…”

Gaara’s eyes widened at the sight. Naruto’s face had scrunched up in pain as tears fell from his eyes.

“Please…I need your help…”

He was astonished as what he was hearing.

“You’re the only one I could turn to….please help me…”


TBC..

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