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Random Facts: Lost Souls
Title: Lost Souls
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s): Sabaku no Gaara, Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke
Pairing(s): GaaTenSasu
Warning(s): Mentions of adult themes and nudity
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Written as a companion fic to the 20 facts I made for them a while back.
Dedicated to: Mostly![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
osuwari00, but everyone else too because omg, you're crazy if you don't like it. :D
Sighing restlessly, he opened his jaded orbs and welcomed the familiar shadows of his world. The face of the moon shed its light through the window, illuminating all the features of the room. A pale hand reached up to wipe away what little traces of sleep he had managed to gather with a few hours of darkened dreams, not the least bit annoyed that he had once again failed to get enough.
Fact 1: After so many years without sleep, it was always hard for Gaara to have an entire night of it.
The mattress noticeably shifted despite his efforts to leave without disturbing the other occupants of the bed. The corner of his eye twitched when the springs squeaked softly in protest of his movements. Standing in the darkness, the young sand shinobi watched carefully for any signs that he had awoken his two companions.
Fact 2: Very well-trained in the ways of the ninja, they were extremely light sleepers. After all, a shinobi should be alert at all times.
The girl remained sleeping motionless on her side among the disheveled sheets, loose strands of hair branching out across the ivory pillows. The boy slumbered peacefully beside her, one naked arm draped over the kunoichi in a protective manner, the dark polish freshly painted on his nails reflecting the light of the moon.
Fact 3: It always amazed him how innocent and pure they could look when he knew that their hands had killed thousands in this war alone.
Shaking such thoughts away, the sand-nin looked upon them once more to insure they remained unconscious to what he was doing. Satisfied with finding both Tenten and Sasuke still in the world of dreams, Gaara proceeded with his plan. The Kazekage silently padded across the marbled floor, picking up discarded articles of clothing along the way.
Fact 4: He had been caught off guard last night, having been ambushed and stripped by the pair the moment he had stepped into the private chamber.
A contented smirk graced his features as memories from their nightly activities resurfaced. All three considered to be dedicated and strong-willed, the passion of their encounters always seemed endless. He noted that last night’s show had been particularly more wild and untamed than usual.
Fact 5: Let it never be said that Tenten wasn’t a genius in her own right. The things she managed to make Sasuke do…
Quickly willing away the images before they changed his mind, Gaara tip-toed over to the ancient dresser located on the other side of the room. Retrieving the necessary items from the drawers, he paused for a moment in contemplation before returning to stand beside the bed once more.
Fact 6: Prone to random bouts of nostalgia since their sorted relationship started, the leader of Suna wanted to watch his leaf-nins sleep one last time before he left.
Laying his clean set of clothing at the foot of the bed, Gaara carefully kneeled down beside the kunoichi’s peaceful face as her skin glowed under the lunar rays. With little thought on the risks, he slowly and gently brushed away the stray hairs that covered her face.
Fact 7: Secretly enamored by her dark tresses, he would use any reason to feel them between his fingers.
Unfortunately, that small indulgence had cost him his plan as Tenten started stirring from her slumber. Quickly realizing the loss of heat that usually surrounded her, the kunoichi opened her eyes in alarm. Knowing how she would react to his missing presence, the young Kazekage silently cupped her face in assurance.
Fact 8: Orphaned at a young age, he knew of the quiet fears that would often plague her thoughts; silent dreads of being abandoned and left alone again.
Her hand snaked up to touch his, relishing the chilled digits as they were sandwiched between her own. She kissed the inside of his palm lovingly, wanting so desperately to warm them up, to protect them from the cold desert night.
Fact 9: She would have done anything to delay the inevitable.
But as the thought of pulling him back into bed crossed her mind, his hand slipped from her grasp to rest briefly on the sheets. Using it as leverage, Gaara made to stand up and continue with his routine. He stopped though when he felt the kunoichi grab hold of his hand once more.
Fact 10: It felt as if the weight of the world rested on her hand.
“Don’t go,” she called breathlessly, more of a request than an order.
“You know I have to,” Gaara mumbled to her, making no attempt to leave.
Tenten stared up at him dejectedly, looking as if she would break down then and there. But she was stronger than that. The fire and determination burning in her eyes proved it.
“He’s right,” Sasuke agreed in hopes of containing her fiery resolve, sitting up from where he laid beside her on the bed, “Gaara is the Kazekage of Sunagakure and he has obligations to his village.”
Fact 11: As one of the remaining heirs to a dying clan, Sasuke was familiar with obligations.
“What about his obligations to us?” she protested, sitting up as well now that the Uchiha’s weight no longer restricted her movements, “Do we have no say in what you do?”
“I never knew you to be the selfish type,” the Sharingan user commented with a smirk, turning her head to face him.
“I never knew you to be the type to give up so easily,” Tenten countered coldly.
Fact 12: “Of course you have a say in what I do,” Gaara replied evenly to stop their argument before it began, finally moving his hand so that it rested on the slight curve of her belly, “Do you not understand that I do this for you…and this child?”
“But if you go, you could die,” the kunoichi stated, worry laced with her words.
“If he doesn’t go, we could all die,” Sasuke countered in an attempt to help his comrade, “Hidden Rock has been slowly picking at the borders of Wind Country and without Gaara, they could breach the defenses any day now.”
“I don’t care,” Tenten snapped, her brows furrowing angrily, “I will not have this child grow up without its father.”
Letting out a tired sigh, Gaara looked to Sasuke for some support only to find him pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve the pressure building in his head at the old subject.
Fact 13: It was an argument they had every time either one of them were called out on a mission, a testament to Tenten’s agitation from being on maternity leave for so long and unable to fight by their side while they risked their lives.
“You do this every time we get a mission,” the Uchiha stated, making his annoyance known, “How often are we going to have this conversation?”
“As often as necessary,” the kunoichi snapped.
“Tenten, I am a shinobi and once more the Kazekage of Hidden Sand,” the sand-nin stated patiently, “Death comes with the position, you know this.”
Fact 14: “…Yeah,” the kunoichi responded somberly, lowering her eyes to stare at her lap, “I know.”
“You would risk your life for a few more days together, that I understand,” he continued, placing a hand on her growing belly once more, “But would you risk the life of this child?”
Fact 15: “…No,” she replied softly.
“Then please, let us do our job,” Gaara said, lifting her chin up so she would look him in the eyes, “Let me be the Kazekage so that I may…protect my precious peoples.”
“You’ve been hanging around the dobe too much,” Sasuke commented jokingly, “You’re starting to talk like him.”
“…I’m sorry,” came Tenten’s whispered apology after chuckling softly at the Uchihas attempt to lighten the mood.
Fact 16: Ever since he returned from his soul-searching journey, there had been a noticeable change in the once brooding prince of darkness.
“It‘s fine,” came Gaara’s soft statement as he made to stand up once more, “But I should prepare to go now.”
“Wait, please stay,” Tenten quietly protested, grabbing hold of his hand once more, “At least a little while longer?”
The Kazekage seemed hesitant to answer at first, having long forgotten his clothes sitting at the foot of the bed as the light of the moon streamed through the window behind him.
Fact 17: It was times like those, in perfect shadow, where his porcelain was most prominate, seeming to glow in the deep night hours.
“Don’t go yet?” the kunoichi restated with inquiry, changing the demand to sound more like a request.
Again he looked to the quiet Uchiha sitting beside her in hopes of finding some sort of aid for the situation. But unlike before, he found none.
“Sorry, Gaara,” Sasuke stated with a shrug of his shoulders, “On this, I’m going to have to agree with her.”
“…Traitor,” the young Kazekage scoffed.
Fact 18: “Well…yeah,” the Uchiha responded with a playful smirk, his fingers scratching at the fading curse seal given to him by Orochimaru, “You should know that by now.”
Rather than respond verbally to his jest, Gaara simply narrowed his eyes at the dark haired shinobi. The corners of his lips curled slightly in such a way that it would have been considered a smirk had it been more pronounced. Finding him self loosing this battle quickly, he let out a sigh before moving to settle in between his two bed-mates, placing an arm around each.
Fact 19: Despite Tenten’s condition they had always found comfort in this arrangement ever since their younger days: Gaara in the middle and surrounded by his two protectors.
And as Tenten and Sasuke joined together in placing their hands over his heart, all thoughts of the mission and the possible outcome left his mind. Death could wait for this small moment of peace. Gaara had no concept of Heaven or Hell, couldn’t really care less about it actually. As far as he was concerned, this was all that he needed…all that he could ever ask for.
Fact 20: He had found a place where lost souls could be mended…where happiness could be found once again. And anything that he came across in the afterlife would or could never compare to it.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s): Sabaku no Gaara, Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke
Pairing(s): GaaTenSasu
Warning(s): Mentions of adult themes and nudity
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Written as a companion fic to the 20 facts I made for them a while back.
Dedicated to: Mostly
osuwari00, but everyone else too because omg, you're crazy if you don't like it. :DSighing restlessly, he opened his jaded orbs and welcomed the familiar shadows of his world. The face of the moon shed its light through the window, illuminating all the features of the room. A pale hand reached up to wipe away what little traces of sleep he had managed to gather with a few hours of darkened dreams, not the least bit annoyed that he had once again failed to get enough.
Fact 1: After so many years without sleep, it was always hard for Gaara to have an entire night of it.
The mattress noticeably shifted despite his efforts to leave without disturbing the other occupants of the bed. The corner of his eye twitched when the springs squeaked softly in protest of his movements. Standing in the darkness, the young sand shinobi watched carefully for any signs that he had awoken his two companions.
Fact 2: Very well-trained in the ways of the ninja, they were extremely light sleepers. After all, a shinobi should be alert at all times.
The girl remained sleeping motionless on her side among the disheveled sheets, loose strands of hair branching out across the ivory pillows. The boy slumbered peacefully beside her, one naked arm draped over the kunoichi in a protective manner, the dark polish freshly painted on his nails reflecting the light of the moon.
Fact 3: It always amazed him how innocent and pure they could look when he knew that their hands had killed thousands in this war alone.
Shaking such thoughts away, the sand-nin looked upon them once more to insure they remained unconscious to what he was doing. Satisfied with finding both Tenten and Sasuke still in the world of dreams, Gaara proceeded with his plan. The Kazekage silently padded across the marbled floor, picking up discarded articles of clothing along the way.
Fact 4: He had been caught off guard last night, having been ambushed and stripped by the pair the moment he had stepped into the private chamber.
A contented smirk graced his features as memories from their nightly activities resurfaced. All three considered to be dedicated and strong-willed, the passion of their encounters always seemed endless. He noted that last night’s show had been particularly more wild and untamed than usual.
Fact 5: Let it never be said that Tenten wasn’t a genius in her own right. The things she managed to make Sasuke do…
Quickly willing away the images before they changed his mind, Gaara tip-toed over to the ancient dresser located on the other side of the room. Retrieving the necessary items from the drawers, he paused for a moment in contemplation before returning to stand beside the bed once more.
Fact 6: Prone to random bouts of nostalgia since their sorted relationship started, the leader of Suna wanted to watch his leaf-nins sleep one last time before he left.
Laying his clean set of clothing at the foot of the bed, Gaara carefully kneeled down beside the kunoichi’s peaceful face as her skin glowed under the lunar rays. With little thought on the risks, he slowly and gently brushed away the stray hairs that covered her face.
Fact 7: Secretly enamored by her dark tresses, he would use any reason to feel them between his fingers.
Unfortunately, that small indulgence had cost him his plan as Tenten started stirring from her slumber. Quickly realizing the loss of heat that usually surrounded her, the kunoichi opened her eyes in alarm. Knowing how she would react to his missing presence, the young Kazekage silently cupped her face in assurance.
Fact 8: Orphaned at a young age, he knew of the quiet fears that would often plague her thoughts; silent dreads of being abandoned and left alone again.
Her hand snaked up to touch his, relishing the chilled digits as they were sandwiched between her own. She kissed the inside of his palm lovingly, wanting so desperately to warm them up, to protect them from the cold desert night.
Fact 9: She would have done anything to delay the inevitable.
But as the thought of pulling him back into bed crossed her mind, his hand slipped from her grasp to rest briefly on the sheets. Using it as leverage, Gaara made to stand up and continue with his routine. He stopped though when he felt the kunoichi grab hold of his hand once more.
Fact 10: It felt as if the weight of the world rested on her hand.
“Don’t go,” she called breathlessly, more of a request than an order.
“You know I have to,” Gaara mumbled to her, making no attempt to leave.
Tenten stared up at him dejectedly, looking as if she would break down then and there. But she was stronger than that. The fire and determination burning in her eyes proved it.
“He’s right,” Sasuke agreed in hopes of containing her fiery resolve, sitting up from where he laid beside her on the bed, “Gaara is the Kazekage of Sunagakure and he has obligations to his village.”
Fact 11: As one of the remaining heirs to a dying clan, Sasuke was familiar with obligations.
“What about his obligations to us?” she protested, sitting up as well now that the Uchiha’s weight no longer restricted her movements, “Do we have no say in what you do?”
“I never knew you to be the selfish type,” the Sharingan user commented with a smirk, turning her head to face him.
“I never knew you to be the type to give up so easily,” Tenten countered coldly.
Fact 12: “Of course you have a say in what I do,” Gaara replied evenly to stop their argument before it began, finally moving his hand so that it rested on the slight curve of her belly, “Do you not understand that I do this for you…and this child?”
“But if you go, you could die,” the kunoichi stated, worry laced with her words.
“If he doesn’t go, we could all die,” Sasuke countered in an attempt to help his comrade, “Hidden Rock has been slowly picking at the borders of Wind Country and without Gaara, they could breach the defenses any day now.”
“I don’t care,” Tenten snapped, her brows furrowing angrily, “I will not have this child grow up without its father.”
Letting out a tired sigh, Gaara looked to Sasuke for some support only to find him pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve the pressure building in his head at the old subject.
Fact 13: It was an argument they had every time either one of them were called out on a mission, a testament to Tenten’s agitation from being on maternity leave for so long and unable to fight by their side while they risked their lives.
“You do this every time we get a mission,” the Uchiha stated, making his annoyance known, “How often are we going to have this conversation?”
“As often as necessary,” the kunoichi snapped.
“Tenten, I am a shinobi and once more the Kazekage of Hidden Sand,” the sand-nin stated patiently, “Death comes with the position, you know this.”
Fact 14: “…Yeah,” the kunoichi responded somberly, lowering her eyes to stare at her lap, “I know.”
“You would risk your life for a few more days together, that I understand,” he continued, placing a hand on her growing belly once more, “But would you risk the life of this child?”
Fact 15: “…No,” she replied softly.
“Then please, let us do our job,” Gaara said, lifting her chin up so she would look him in the eyes, “Let me be the Kazekage so that I may…protect my precious peoples.”
“You’ve been hanging around the dobe too much,” Sasuke commented jokingly, “You’re starting to talk like him.”
“…I’m sorry,” came Tenten’s whispered apology after chuckling softly at the Uchihas attempt to lighten the mood.
Fact 16: Ever since he returned from his soul-searching journey, there had been a noticeable change in the once brooding prince of darkness.
“It‘s fine,” came Gaara’s soft statement as he made to stand up once more, “But I should prepare to go now.”
“Wait, please stay,” Tenten quietly protested, grabbing hold of his hand once more, “At least a little while longer?”
The Kazekage seemed hesitant to answer at first, having long forgotten his clothes sitting at the foot of the bed as the light of the moon streamed through the window behind him.
Fact 17: It was times like those, in perfect shadow, where his porcelain was most prominate, seeming to glow in the deep night hours.
“Don’t go yet?” the kunoichi restated with inquiry, changing the demand to sound more like a request.
Again he looked to the quiet Uchiha sitting beside her in hopes of finding some sort of aid for the situation. But unlike before, he found none.
“Sorry, Gaara,” Sasuke stated with a shrug of his shoulders, “On this, I’m going to have to agree with her.”
“…Traitor,” the young Kazekage scoffed.
Fact 18: “Well…yeah,” the Uchiha responded with a playful smirk, his fingers scratching at the fading curse seal given to him by Orochimaru, “You should know that by now.”
Rather than respond verbally to his jest, Gaara simply narrowed his eyes at the dark haired shinobi. The corners of his lips curled slightly in such a way that it would have been considered a smirk had it been more pronounced. Finding him self loosing this battle quickly, he let out a sigh before moving to settle in between his two bed-mates, placing an arm around each.
Fact 19: Despite Tenten’s condition they had always found comfort in this arrangement ever since their younger days: Gaara in the middle and surrounded by his two protectors.
And as Tenten and Sasuke joined together in placing their hands over his heart, all thoughts of the mission and the possible outcome left his mind. Death could wait for this small moment of peace. Gaara had no concept of Heaven or Hell, couldn’t really care less about it actually. As far as he was concerned, this was all that he needed…all that he could ever ask for.
Fact 20: He had found a place where lost souls could be mended…where happiness could be found once again. And anything that he came across in the afterlife would or could never compare to it.
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Thank you for giving them a chance and reading the fic! <3 #20 gets me every time. ;_;
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