Captive Angel

A/N: Before reading... If for some reason you find you didn't like this story, please post in reviews what turned you off. Each comment and criticism is part of the learning process for a next time.

Disclaimer: This story will not be used for financial profit. Characters and settings borrowed from “Naruto” belong to: Masashi Kishimoto. Some scenes and plot lines were used or altered from romance novel : Captive Angel by Deana James

Warnings: Hetero,Yaoi, Angst, near death experience, N/C, rape, language, violence. Not suitable for any ages below 18.
Pairings: Gaara/Ino, Gaara/Matsuri , Shikamaru/Temari, Naruto/Ino, Sasuke/Naruto, and some more to come.

AU: To flow with the story line, after the demon was removed from Gaara, he retired from the post of Hokage, and nominated his brother Kankuro in his place. During one of his trips to Konoha to visit his sister, he met Ino and they both fell in love. They married soon after and Gaara transferred to Konoha to be with Ino and take over the Yamanaka’s family flower shop. Ino’s parents left Konoha to travel the world and died in a freak accident. Pretty soon after Ino retired from being a kunoichi once she was pregnant with Etsuya. Tsunade is still the Hokage and Sasuke is still roaming after Madara Uchiha.

The story starts after 11 years of marriage.

Ino is 28
Gaara is 29
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Chapter 1

From the warm darkness that surrounded them, it was her short breathy gasp what gave them away.

“Gaara,” she protested faintly. “If we are too loud…ah, Etsuya will wake up.”
“Come here, poppet.” he whispered lovingly his endearment for her. With a low growl, he rolled over on her, guiding himself in between her legs, pulling her rounded knee up over his hip.

Immersed in their scents, she lifted her hips in heated invitation. Parting her wet inner female folds for him, she bit her lower lip, as he thrust into her. Her fingernails dug and scratched angry red lines across the back of his contracted shoulders muscles.

His eyes, silently worshiping her sexual facial reactions, glazed before he brushed his thumb against her bruised raspberry lower lip. Shortly after, he groaned. His breath dampened her light golden brow, and his lips dropped soft kisses against each of her eye lids before they left a heated trail to the smooth skin behind her right ear, where he gently nibbled and suckled on her soft spot. She shivered when his teeth grazed her sensitive skin.

The vibration rocked his cock as he plunged into her molted insides.

“Ah , so good,” he crooned. “So good,” he murmured silkily as he nudge the moist opening between her thighs with his shaft. He filled her, while his hands cupped her breasts, weighing their double handfuls of firm soft flesh, squeezing and flicking his thumbs over the hardened nipples.

“Sweet,” he encouraged her. “That’s right. Soft. Warm.” The words matched the rhythm of his strokes.

Deliberately, he bit the skin behind her ear and groaned as her muscles convulsed from the small pain against his cock. Her hands slid round his neck to clasp him tighter; her thighs hooked above his waist and pulled him deeper into her.

The hard bones of his pelvis pressed down, against her navel and mound. “Gaara” she moaned. “You’re hurting…”

Instantly, he pulled out until only his tip was left inside her. Then pushed forward again, setting a rhythm. His hands wrapped around her silken blond hair and he tighten his grip while crushing his lips against her.

“…Mine” he gasped. Like an angry stallion, he tossed back his head as he locked his elbows to support himself on his hands. His arms extended at full stretch while he bore down on her as he drove forward harder. “Come on” he prompted. His jaw set in his efforts to check himself.

She rolled her head from side to side on the pillow and arched her back to accommodate him. Perspiration gleamed on her forehead.

“Poppet…” he whispered lovingly.

The movement spread her nether lips and brought her clit into contact with the thick base of his staff. She cried out sharply. His hot liquid jetted inside her as the painful tension in her suddenly dissolved in dripping pleasure. “my sweet poppet,” he whispered, sinking down, his face buried in the pillow beside her head.
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During midnight, she could recognize the blooming Moonflower’s scent lingering in the back of her room by the open window. Perhaps because of the rising gusts of wind, its faint traces were trailing indoors. They called her back to consciousness with memories from her childhood. She could hear the small “pit” “pat” in the background. Good. A little rain will cool things off.

Gaara mumbled something in his sleep before stirring beside her. He slowly pulled back relieving her from of his weight. She could his passion in her and in between her legs. Her skin felt chilled where his arm and thigh had covered it.

Outside, the quickening drops of rain spattered against the broad magnolia leaves. With a little shiver, she sat up and reached for the covers pushed carelessly to the front of the bed.
She stared at the window, wondering why in days like this she felt so nostalgic.

“Cold?” His voice came from her back, deep and warm against her skin.

She turned back into his arms, dragging the edge of the sheet with her. “The rain…”
“I’ll warm you.” He mumbled and pushed the sheet away. She gently traced the Love tattoo on his forehead.
“For heaven’s sake,” she chuckled softly.

Rearing up over her, he glanced at her strangely. Almost as if he was tempted to say something, before his eyes cleared and he cupped the back of her head. “Kiss me once more, Poppet.”
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It was very early in the morning, when her eyes fluttered open. With the sheet tucked decently across her breasts, she watched him put on a fish net top over his slight darker chest. Her eyes traced all over his body as she remembered last nights’ loving behind them. It had been too long since the last time they had sex like yesterday. Maybe too long, if she had forgotten how his body and his red mane still excited her. Her eyes followed the small birthmark on one of his butt cheeks and she smiled gently.

He was only a little bit thicker through the middle than when she had married him eleven years ago. She stirred uncomfortably in her bed at the thought of her own extra flesh.

A tiny frown marred her forehead as she watched him pull his Jounin vest from the back of their closet and throw it on the bed. “Are you active again?” she hazarded surprised. She definitely would have remembered him telling her that, since it was a while for that too.

He paused in collecting his shaving razors and treasured weapons from his belongings. “Yes.” He did not turned toward her. Instead, he glanced at her reflection in the mirror, then hastily looked away as their eyes met.

“ Why didn’t you tell me? We should have talked about it. Sigh. I’ll get ready and walk you to the gate. ” He tossed the things into his bag and closed it with a snap. “Don’t bother”. She caught the edge of the sheet and sat up. “Why not?”

“Because I am meeting the Hokage and the other team leaders for a debriefing, then heading right out.” Taking a deep breath, he turned and took his long red coat from the wardrobe. It was not his best coat, but a rather old one that she remembered back when they met, that went down all the way to his ankles and had an upright collar. Though now it seemed to only cover him up to his knees.

“Where are you going?” she asked cautiously.
“To Earth Country”
The simple words stopped her cold. She could not comprehend their meaning. “ To … Earth…Country? For how long?”
“The mission will be a year, maybe two if things get complicated.”
She looked up confused and waved one hand helplessly. “But…”

Still avoiding her eyes, he zipped up his vest before plucking her purple silk robe off the from the chair and tossing it to her. “Put this on and come to the living room, Ino Yamanaka. We have to talk.“

He had called her by her given name. He never called her Ino Yamanaka unless she had done something terribly wrong. It was moments like this she wished she had kept up training and developing her jutsus. Maybe along with entering somebody‘s body, she could some day see into their mind. If only it let her know what he was thinking.

Chills, ran along her spine as she heard his steps down the hall, heard him open the door to their son’s room, heard her son’s voice. The sheet fell to her waist where she clutched at it with both hands, pressing her fist into her midriff.

The clouds still lowered, although the rain had ceased for the moment. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she climbed down from the high bed.

What could he be thinking of, accepting a mission at this time of the year? He knew that this time of year, would be the busiest for the flower shop, especially with the festival approaching. No, No responsible flower shop owner of any size could afford to leave for even one week at this time of year.

With her robe in her hands, she moved to look at her nude body in the glass. Hastily, she slid her arms into the purple silk and tied it firmly at the waist. Her lip curled in disappointment and distaste as she tried to smooth the material over the bulges of hip and thigh and belly. When she had married Gaara and even after Etsuya’s birth she had been almost too slim. Now she stared at the results of months of neglect after the tragic loss of her baby daughter.

With a sigh, she turned her attention to cleaning herself somewhat. Her long blonde hair hung down her back in tangles. She reached for her brush from the dressing table, swung the heavy trends to her left shoulder and began to brush it smooth. The loose sleeves of her robe fell back from her plump white arms. Sakura’s nickname for her had never been more fitting, she mused bitterly.

A low knock came before she was half finished.

“Yes?”

“Mom?” Called the soft, voice of her adored son, Etsuya, who summoned her. “Father is waiting.”

Ino shot a look of pure dislike at the reflection in the mirror before dropping the brush noisily. “I’ll be right there honey. Tell him to hold his horses… er never mind, just tell him I’ll be right there.”

A rubber band would have to do. She searched through the mess in the middle drawer of the dresser until she found a white one. Finally, As she tied her hair in a pony tail, she grimaced at her reflection. Morning was not her best time. With no sleep the night before, she would not have looked beautiful even ten years ago.

Gaara was not in the kitchen, although it seemed he and Etsuya had already eaten. She poured herself a cup of strong black coffee, carrying it and the saucer into the living room.

“So you finally came over.”
“You’re slow, Mom.” Etsuya accused rudely.
“Mind your manners,” she snapped.
The boy said nothing, but his lip thrust out stubbornly.

“Sit down, Ino,” Gaara advised. He rested his hand on the back of the covered sofa.
Her robe fell open, exposing one plump knee as she struggled with the opening and the cup and saucer.

“Really, Gaara, why all the rushing?” she demanded curiously. “I’m not even dressed.”
“We will leave you enough time for your dressing, woman,” he replied stiffly. He watched her grimly as she arranged the robe over her limbs and balanced the teacup in her lap. Then he cleared his throat. “I have been very unhappy of late.”

She looked at him uncertainly, then shot a wary glance at their son, whose dark teal eyes fastened alertly on his father’s face. “Perhaps you should go and get another muffin, Etsuya,” she interrupted.

“No.”

Gaara sighed. “Go on, Etsuya.” When the boy had exited, he cleared his throat again.

Yamanaka looked at him uncertainly. “Are we going to argue, Gaara? I‘m not in the mood”

He continued as if he had not heard her. “ I have been very unhappy of late.” shoulder’s squared, chest out, he rocked forward on his toes. “I have the greatest respect for you as a former kunoichi of this village, but after all these years, I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe we are just not right for each other.”

She took a deep hot breath. The cup rattled in the saucer as her hand shook. She set it hastily aside. “Why would you say that? We have scraped along rather well together for the last eleven years. I have been a good wife and mother. We have everything that any two people could possibly want.”

He shook his head. “ You have everything that you want, Ino Yamanaka. I have nothing that I want.”

“I would not have thought so last night.” she reminded him dryly.

The color rose in his lightly tanned cheeks. He took a deep breath. Hands at his side, his head thrown back in a look of stubborn defiance, he announced the words in a stride.

“We should take this opportunity and separate for some time. Etsuya is becoming more like you everyday, even in his temper. He needs to grow up to become a better shinobi, and for that he will need to see and understand that the world is beyond Konoha and this flower shop.”

“Etsuya!” she exclaimed. “He’s only ten years old.”
“Exactly. The perfect age for a Genin in a B level mission to see--”

“A B level mission?” she shook her head in bewilderment. “Are you out of your mind?”

Gaara stared at her cautiously. “I intend to take him with me for Rock Country.” he stated.

For several slow seconds she stared up into her husband’s face, sure that at any minute now he would break into a grin and declared that he had fooled her. But she knew that was beyond his personality. That kind of behavior suited more Naruto, her blonde sometimes idiotic, soon-to-be Hokage. At the best of times, Gaara would only allow the tips of his lips to curve upwards as he would kiss his “silly” wife’s forehead.

But he did nothing of the sort. The blood began to pound in her temples. Desperately, she reached for the handle of the coffee cup in an attempt to raise it to her lips. It shook so badly that the dark liquid slopped over the rim into the saucer. She set it back down again.

Gaara cleared his throat. “I’m glad you are taking this so well. I was afraid you’d have a fit of some kind.” Turning away, he stalked over to the window to stare outward at the dark wet expanse of their garden. . “The last three years have been a nightmare since--since the baby died.”

Her hands were shaking so badly that she pressed them down between her thighs. Her eyes closed briefly as she nodded.

“I’m as sorry as you are that it… she died, but those things happen.”
Her voice was low. “I can’t ever have any more children.”
That’s another thing.” He turned around. “You don’t know that for certain.”

“I know,” she insisted.

“Instead of getting out and exercising--training again, for instance--you sit inside and mope.” He gave another impatient sweep of his arm. “You’ve done nothing but eat and drink and feel sorry for yourself.”

“I almost died” she reminded him. He flinched as his own memories of the event surfaced. But he looked at her determinedly.

“Many women have almost died in childbirth. Even more you used to be a strong kunoichi, you knew the next day was not guaranteed. But we can not all take the rest of our lives to get over it,” he told her hardily.

“It’s just that I---I can’t have any more children,” she repeated dumbly.

“For Kami-sama’s sake! Do I care? I did not married you for the number of kids you could produce. But that seems one of the many differences in our priorities.”

The tears began to trickle down her cheeks. “I care.” she whispered

“You have a son.” he appealed.

“I’m an only child and I hate it.”

He threw up his hands. “That’s about all I can stand!” He pointed an accusing finger at her. “You sit around and cry about the things you can’t change. Just let the least little thing go the wrong way and the fountain starts to flow.”

“I can’t help it.” Still sobbing, she fumbled in her pocket for a handkerchief. The robe fell open across her knees, exposing her thighs.

“Look at you!” His voice rose. “You are not the woman I married. She was spirited and positive, and slim. ”

The handkerchief fell to the floor as she clutched at the robe. Her face, wet from crying, now reddened even brighter with embarrassment.

In a couple of quick strides, he crossed the room and caught her by the chin. “Up,” he commanded.

“No.” she twisted her face away.

“Yes.” Once unleashed, his resentment turned cruel. Catching her under the arm, he pulled her to her feet and led her over to the mirror. “Look at yourself. Are you spirited? Are you positive?” He did not ask the next question, though it was implied.

Sobbing bitterly, she wrenched herself out of his hands and stumbled away.

“How dare you? Why are you doing this?!” she yelled.

Gaara followed her, merciless as the very devil. The disgust and resentment he had built up over the past months poured out, despite his watching over her trembling body.

“Almost from the time I married you, all you ever wanted was someone to take over to work in your family’s flower shop and give you a brood of children. I felt like a mule half the time and a stud horse the rest.”

“Gaara…”she pleaded.

But he went on, unstoppable once his feelings were unleashed. “Then when that baby died, you didn’t even want me for a stud horse anymore. It was almost as if our relationship died too”

“Gaara!” she glanced hastily around her in a painful discomfort.

He raised his voice even louder. “I will not be a damn mule anymore. Ino. I hate working the civilian life at the shop. I have been a shinobi most of my life and that is what is for me, and by Kami-sama, I’m going to live it, taste it and eventually die from it if I can.”

As he swung away from her, she managed to catch the end of his vest. “What about me?” she whispered hoarsely.

He looked own at her with a mixture of pity and anger. “You don’t need me,” he insisted. “Anyone will do. You don’t love me.”

She gaped at him. “I do, I do.” She shook her head wildly. Her fingernails sank like talons into the vest.

He bent to pry one of her hands loose. “You never did. You just wanted a man to do your work.”

“How can you say I don’t love you? After all these years?” she cried desperately as he managed to disengage her hands and drag her to her feet by her wrist. He laughed harshly.

“Oh , I grant if it things were only based on our first couple of years, then I would strongly believe our relationship should have survived anything. But these last three years you haven’t even been a wife to me. What about all the nights since that day? When I felt alone and useless and in doubt? Did you think I was made of stone? That I didn’t suffer the loss of our child? When I need the reassurance and passion from the woman I loved, where were you?”

She cried out then and tugged herself away from him. “ I was hurt. I couldn’t bear to… I didn’t think I would ever… You don’t understand how I feel.”

His icy green eyes froze her on her place. “And you don’t care how I feel.” he stated.
“You’ve kept me from the one I loved and from the one thing I want more in this world.”

She huddled on the sofa, her shoulders shaking. The robe had become more disarrayed with her struggles. Her skin was too pale and tiny dimples showed in the flesh of her thigh.

He waited for a minute, staring at her. His lip curled in distaste at her disarray. The coffee table clock stuck the half hour. They both flinched.

She flung up her head to glance at it fearfully, then back at him. He tugged at his clothes. “I must be going.” He took a quick step toward the door. “Wait. Just one more minute. Gaara, listen to me. I lov--” His dispassionate look stopped her. She dropped her hands into her lap and took a deep breath. “Very well. I won’t keep you anymore,” she breathed. “Only, please let’s talk about it when -when the mission is over.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “At this point, I don’t think its worth it anymore Ino. Maybe its time, we should both be free to pursue our own desires,” he suggested.

“No,” she gasped. “No. I don’t desire anything but to be your wife and Etsuya’s… Oh Kami-sama Etsuya’s mother. Please don’t take my baby to Rock Country, Gaara.”

“I’ll not leave him here to let you turn him into a florist. “

She struggled to her feet. “He can continue training to be a shinobi here in Konoha, just request for him to be reassigned to a new team. He is quick and bright, I’m sure--” “Ino- everything has already been taken care of, and my mind is set.”

“But he is just a boy, a little boy. He might get hurt… He may be used as a target against you, you know how these missions go, you may even be cornered by the rock village’s enemies. You are not being reasonable. He is still just our little boy…”

“No, I’m not Mother. I’m older. I am as big as Father was when he was Genin” Etsuya planted himself into the room and planted himself with feet apart, by his father’s side.
“Etsuya” Gaara put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t interrupt a grown-up conversations.”
His son looked up excitedly “Father, I am ready.”

Ino held out trembling arms to her son. “C--come here,” she begged.
He stared at her. For an instant, his face crumpled, then he shook his head vigorously. “Dad and I are leaving. I am going to Rock Country. With him.”

She blinked back new tears. “I know, sweetheart. I know. Your father told me.”

“And you are not mad?”

“N---No. I’m not really mad. I’m just…I’ll miss you terribly. I won’t see you grow up. You’ll be gone for so very long.”

“But I’ll be learning many new techniques and how to be a man. Father said if I trained hard enough I could be the next Hokage after Naruto-sama‘s turn.” Realizing that his mother was not going to beg him to stay, he relaxed slightly. He pulled his lower lip back in and smiled.

The smile cut through Ino like a knife. The only child she would ever have was smiling his beautiful smile at her. In another minute he would be gone perhaps forever. When he returned, he will no longer be her little boy. But a younger teen. He would be older, taller, his voice might have changed, his body would have probably lost its little-boy look. And she would not have been with him to see it. She clamped a trembling hand to her mouth.

“Go hug your mother” Gaara bade him, giving him a slight push at the shoulder. “Go on” Gaara said sternly.

“My baby,” she whispered and she held him tightly to her with reluctance to part.

“You mustn’t cry Mom. We’ll be back When did you say, Father? In a year?”

“If all goes well.” Gaara nodded, not looking at his wife.

Etsuya turned back to flash his mother a charming smile. With a smothered cry, she caught him by the shoulder and kissed him hard on the mouth, then on both cheeks.
“Moooom!” He drew back, pushing his small hands against her shoulder. As Gaara opened the door, he dashed through it and out into the hall.

As she pressed her shaking hands to her mouth, she heard her son’s shoes thudding down the steps.

“Good-bye, Ino Yamanaka.”

She did not answer. She couldn’t, the pain in her chest was so great that she could scarcely breathe. She sank back on the sofa, turning her shoulder to him.

He turned and hesitated by the door. His hand gripped the knob on the door and for a second he opened his lips to say something else… but shook his head instead and went out, closing the door silently behind him.
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A/N: What do you guys honestly think? Please feel free to be brutal. And do you think I should continue?