Please (GaaMatsu fanfic)Please (GaaMatsu fanfic) by Kitsune1978
Gaara can't wait to hear this word, tumbling off her lips. It's hard to make her say it but he knows what he has to do. Pushing her hard enough always makes her surrender, and she finally says this word like she does at the moment; her lips trembling, her voice breaking, her breathing rapid, her knees buckling.
Hearing it, he feels briefly satisfied but it won't last long. The feeling will be gone too soon for his liking, and he will have to push her again. And again. And again. It becomes harder and harder because Matsuri continuously grows stronger. He's so proud of her even though he's aware that it's impossible for her to reach his level. She would have to be the tailed beast's host first, and this will never happen. Even though Gaara hates Shukaku, the beast's power makes him many times stronger than Matsuri, and it will always be this way.
"Please," Matsuri repeats in a shaky whisper. "Sensei, I—I can't take it anymore."
Her eyes are downcast as if she's ashamed o
The Longest Road ch.2 The messageThe Longest Road ch.2 The message by Kitsune1978
The Longest Road
~Chapter 2. The message~
Temari ran. She could run fast, and the distance she had to cross would have been easy for her, if not for the message she was carrying, the message that made her stomach tight into a knot, and her heart beat unsteadily.
She reached the village's gates, and once she entered the shadow between cliffs, she took a canteen from her pouch, and sipped the water, still running. The guards watched her with confused frowns creasing their foreheads but none of them stopped her. She didn't even notice that; her legs wanted to slow down but she forced them to go until she arrived at the entrance of the Kazekage Tower. Only then she came to a halt, and told a guard she had to see the Kazekage immediately.
She didn't wait too long for the permission to enter, and she followed the guard to the office. The Godaime Kazekage was waiting for her, settled behind the desk, on the chair which was not so long ago occupied by her father. Temari's breath
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