Desert Rain is truly precious
This is a sequel to 'When the Semes are away, the Ukes shall come and play', though it can be read on its own I suppose. It focuses on GaaLee. Lee signs in for the male reproduction program and he is indeed preggers!
loveintherainloveintherainloveintherainloveintherainloveintherain
(Lee P.O.V.)
My stomach is swollen with our child. It is a miracle and a true commitment! I, Rock Lee (The Second Beautiful Green Beast of Konoha!), am going to have Sabaku no Gaara's child. It is due within the next five months.
Lady Tsunade had caught me on my way back to Suna. She had plans of enrolling me into a top secret experiment (it is no longer top secret, Lady Tsunade had to eventually explain why there were pregnant men within the village) and asked for my permission. Once she had stated what the experiment was, I was delighted to become apart of it! Later, I found out that Kiba-kun, Chouji-kun, and Iruka-kun had signed up as well.
Permission from Gaara was slightly more difficult. I was more than happy to know that I could help accomplish carrying on the Sabaku name and possibly give birth to the next Kazekage! Gaara was focused only on the warning Lady Tsunade had departed us with. I could die if complications arose.
There were days in which we would quarrel about how I may die from this 'foolish nonsense' and of what I should not even try to do under any circumstances (courtesy of the Kazekage, himself. 'sigh', does he hold no faith in the strength of my youth?) But, finally, he had agreed. I was to follow a strict regimen. This included 'groan' no training or exersize. Walking was acceptable, nothing more and no weight lifting either. No one had told me that until after I had gotten Gaara to agree to the program.
It is no problem though! If I could go back seven months to when we had accepted this, I would not change a thing. Shikamaru-kun and Chouji-kun have already had their first child. His name is Jun-kun and he is a lovely little boy. He nearly resembles Chouji-kun completely, minus the large appetite. Even his moods reflect his birthing father. Shikamaru-kun seems quite happy with this though; I have seen him stare into the crib for hours as if he were watching his beloved clouds instead of a sleeping miracle.
Shino-kun and Kiba-kun had also successfully had their first child: a girl named Amaya-kun. So far, she is half and half. Shino's pale skin and remarkable eyes (Which I had no idea Shino's eyes were green until Amaya-kun first opened them and Shino-kun said 'she has Aubrame eyes'). But, her hair and openness are indeed from her birthing father, Kiba-kun. There are moments where she is as silent as her pale father, but those moments are not often.
What had happened with Kakashi-kun and Iruka-kun is what frightened me. It was truly a disaster that I would wish upon no one, especially everyone's beloved sensei and the copy-cat nin. They had managed to conceive, but the child aborted itself within the first three months and Iruka-kun nearly lost his life as well. Neither of them are willing to try again. I hear that they plan to adopt once Iruka-kun can accept it and Kakashi-kun is sure that they can both handle it.
I believe it is what happened with Iruka-kun that keeps me locked in my room. I could easily break out if I wished it... and if the Hokage and Kazekage had not ordered me to stay put. My pregnancy has turned rocky, and the only other time I had ever felt so frightened and beaten was when Lady Tsunade had told me about the surgery and the chances that I may die. I have been ordered to bed-rest and this is an order that I shall not rebuke. Should I move from this bed, I shall do-, that defeats the purpose of even punishing myself, doesn't it? Fine then, should I move from this bed, I shall then remain completely still until Gaara-kun's return. I do not know when that shall be, only that it will be late into the night.
'Sigh', As my bandaged hands dance across my extended belly, I look to the door. Will my child have my disability? The thought upsets me, I do not wish for my child to have the difficult bringing up that I had. I know that, even if our child is unable to bend chakra outside the body, that he will still have more than I did. He shall have Gaara and I at his side as well as many of our other friends. I have begun to refer to this bundle of joy as a boy because it...feels like a boy. Something in my gut tells me that this child shall be a handsome specimen of a male.
What shall our child look like? I do not wish for him to have others tease him for his appearence as I had had happened to myself. I honestly do wish that he takes up after Gaara. Gaara is so beautiful! A devilishly handsome man who carries power like others carry skin: Close and natural. Yosh! My every dream is focused upon this child taking up after his Otousan. I can think of nothing he would benefit from inheriting from me. Everything that characterizes me can also be used to characterize Gaara, even if not everyone knows it. While I am loud with my success, Gaara's accomplishments seem more silent even if everyone knows of them instantly.
'chuckle' I can remember the very moment I conceived. Three months into the trial run, there had been no success, until that one night...
(FlashBack Flashback Flashback Flashback)
(Third Person P.O.V.)
It was raining in the desert. A large celebration occures in the streets below as the civilians laughed almost hysterically under the falling droplets. Others danced wildly and sang loudly while even more others just silently appreciated the heavy storm that would nourish their homes in the dying heat of the desert.
Lee watched all of the joy and love that showed itself within the falling sky. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold, seeing how guarded the villagers usually are. This was only the third storm he had seen in his two years of residing in this place and all of them were more remarkable than the last. Ofcourse there had been more rainfall then that, but he always seemed to be away on a mission when they occured.
He was watching from the top of the walls that circled around the hidden village. He was waiting there, as had become tradition. In the three storms he had been present for, Gaara always dragged him outside of the walls to where they could not be found but the rain continued to pour down on them. It was those times that were truly magical, because stimulation was instant, but the pace gentle.
It was more of a knowledge then a third sense that made Lee smile and turn to his right to gaze upon the Kazekage. In the rain, Gaara was truly a magnificent sight. Hair the color of the reddest of roses that did indeed appear to be bleeding. Jaded eyes seemed to take on a misty look, as if he were not entirely within this world and his pale skin even paler. It was much of what he looked like in a sandstorm, but calmer and more enchanted. This was the gentle side of Gaara that rarely showed itself. Lee was one of the priviledged few to see him in this state.
Not one word was spoken as they turned away from the blooming happiness behind them and disapeared into the never-ending sands.
Only a few hours later, the rain finally slowing in its downpour, Lee felt it. He felt it as Gaara placed his face into the junction of his neck and whispered his name like a prayer that had been answered. He felt it as his own orgasm barreled down on him like a slow consuming fire. Semen that was shot between them and semen that made him shudder even more as it slid up his anus. As he cried out Gaara's name and clung tightly to the pale shoulders, he knew what had just happened. It was as if something lit up inside him. Not the all consuming orgasm, but a candle that had begun to glow.
Gaara kissed away each tear, eyes serious and focused as the last of the rain dripped from their bodies and hair. The tears he did not swallow were wiped away as silence engulfed them. Lee looked up into Gaara's eyes, his own were shining with joy and the emotion of love that Gaara had slowly come to believe could happen. Lee's smile was a mere twitch of the lips upward even as he gave loud laughter. He threw his arms around Gaara's shoulders yet again as he yelled out their latest accomplishment.
"Gaara, Gaara! We did it! We have conceived our first child on this night of magic and youth 'sob'. Desert rain is truly precious, it had given us a gift that is invaluable!"
Gaara was silent for a moment. Lee could not see his eyes from where he had pressed his face and the Kazekage was glad for it. Lee was doing that strange thing to his insides again. It wasn't the stirring of lust or possession or any other emotion that he felt when with the green-clad jonin. It was something warm and thick and was crawling up his throat like vomit. Was this pride or joy, or even both? Then he spoke:
"We shall return to Konoha so that we may report to the hokage. Be ready to go by morning and to follow any instructions that I approve of."
Lee chuckled as Gaara moved out of the embrace, slipping his limp organ out of Lee's abused hole. Of course Gaara would say something like that instead of 'follow any instructions they set out for you.' This meant he was going to go over every rule placed before them and even add some of his own 'groan'. Lee could tell that Gaara was going to be as overprotective of this child as he was of Lee. Ooh, he could hardly wait till he gave birth! The wonderful things that they could show this baby miracle and experience with it!
(End Flashback End Flashback End Flashback End Flashback)
*Time Skip-five hours later-Time Skip*
(Gaara P.O.V.)
Slipping into the rooms I share with Lee, I take notice of all objects in the room and where they lie. They have not moved from where they had been when I had left. This means that Lee has not tried to sneak in any excersize. I am glad for it, his condition had worsened.
It is...strange.. to see Lee lying so still for days at a time. I would catch a movement and see muscles twitching as if, by doing nothing, his body is pleading that he do something. Lee had so far ignored the engraved need to improve his skills or spar, or even rival against another. I was used to routine and routine dictated that if Lee was not on a mission, he was either in his office, with me, or doing some more improbable excersizes. To have routine disrupted for such a disabilty as pregnancy is unnerving.
My lover is a man, I can assure the people of that. Training is what he lives and breathes and my needs for him are, among other things, sexual. This child has demanded many things and it has even yet to be born. The civilians who had come to respect him, now believe him to be insane. Horror I had not seen directed towards me since proving that I could protect this village as Kazekage had resurfaced. The villagers are terrified of what could be born of my semen, even though Shukaku had been removed nearly three years ago.
I have had shinobi try to kill my lover since he had announced his pregnancy. Sometimes I am not there, but someone else is or Lee takes care of himself(though not in recent months, he has not been allowed to leave the Kazekage residence). For those times I travel with him when he is attacked, I make a demonstration of the imbeciles for attempting to harm my Lee or my unborn child. For some, the message does not go through and they merely redouble their efforts to kill this man lying so openly on my rumpled bed.
Would Lee honestly go as far as to lock himself inside like an animal and take abuse everyday just to give birth to my child? Yes, I had known that he would do anything the moment he even suggested that we enter this program. It was who Lee was, and I had accepted that he would make obscene choices. I would label him an empostor and interrogate him for the whereabouts of where the true Lee is if he were any other way but rash and stubborn.
I walk towards the resting body, hat casually tossed into the air to land silently on the chest before the bed. Slipping out of my robes of office, I study this being. At some points, I doubt this person is human. He is the strongest and the fastest of the all within both the fire and wind countries. He has passed his Sensei in the bingo books as an expert in Taijutsu months before. Why does someone who can kill so cleanly, so absolutely, have such a heart and mind as this man did?
Not once have I heard him curse or lose his temper on a fellow shinobi. On those who have harmed his friends, I have found a keen obsession with watching him deal with the idiots. He is powerful, he could overpower me at any moment. My sand armor is no longer stable, I must jutsu it upon myself and the ultimate defense has long since been gone. Lee could end my life in a moment faster than anyone realized that he had moved and be gone in the next moment when they then noticed me dead. He has never seemed inclined to use his advantage, though.
Does he know that I would not try to stop him? Lee is mine, and if he is inclined to end my life, I would assume that it is with good reason. Is it the fear that he knows I would take him with me to the next world? I know that my love is not what others consider 'normal'. My life has never been 'normal', 'normal' was a dead man feeding my sand in my childhood. Now, 'normal' is mostly the same thing; there is more paperwork to it, though and there is usually good reason for the man to be dead instead of who ever the person was pissing me off. My love demands that I never leave him alone. Caution whispers that I should leave him behind. My own Uncle had tried to take my life, should my lover be any different? It would not matter, should he kill me, I would kill him. It is not in me to ever be alone without him again.
I doubt it is fear that stops him, though. He has proven time and time again with a thousand different moments of self-sacrifice that someone wishing rid of me would not even think to do. So many different hospital rooms for him because I had not been quick enough or as thorough as I should have been. Even now, he continues to prove that he is unlike my uncle.
Leaning onto the bed, one knee resting upon the mattress. My hand reaches out, seemingly of its own needs, to rest firmly against the bulge that had once been rigid muscles. I can not say it is soft now, it is still hard enough that I feel I could press down and it would not give. This is our child. This child created beneath the desert rain is what has finally beaten away the shadows of my mind seeking treachery from this man. Lee has followed the rules religiously. Every movement he does, I can tell he is thinking about how it may connect with the fetus. Would he do such a thing as carry my child if he wished to kill me? I do not believe so.
Slipping into the bed beside him, he turns to me in his sleep; one arm is slung around my waist and drags me closer as if I am a teddy bear. His face is pushed into my neck, and his legs are curled around my own, effectively trapping me within the embrace. Even in his sleep, his expressive eyebrows are drawn together and every movement is slow, still thinking about how it would affect our child. Would someone who feared me do such a thing? Pull me closer till we are inseperable? I do not believe so.
I stay within his arms, one of my hands stroking through his ink black hair as I stare out the window to my village. The absolute emotions that this man arrises in me are confusing in their intensity. For the second time in four months, that urge to vomit comes again. A shaky feeling encircles all of my bodily organs and the need to wrap Lee tightly in my arms to keep from falling apart is strong enough that I do not fight it. The shaking slows, then disapears. Something wet traces down my face.
One hand moves away from Lee to wipe the foreign substance away. I stare at the liquid, startled before my eyes settle on his face. I shouldn't be shocked that I am crying for the first time since I killed my uncle. It is Lee who the tears are appearing for, and Lee is always so many more steps ahead of me that I cannot keep in mind every thing he is capable of putting his mind to. Of course he could get me to cry, even when he does nothing at all.
loveintherainloveintherainloveintherainloveintherainloveintherain
(Lee P.O.V.)
My stomach is swollen with our child. It is a miracle and a true commitment! I, Rock Lee (The Second Beautiful Green Beast of Konoha!), am going to have Sabaku no Gaara's child. It is due within the next five months.
Lady Tsunade had caught me on my way back to Suna. She had plans of enrolling me into a top secret experiment (it is no longer top secret, Lady Tsunade had to eventually explain why there were pregnant men within the village) and asked for my permission. Once she had stated what the experiment was, I was delighted to become apart of it! Later, I found out that Kiba-kun, Chouji-kun, and Iruka-kun had signed up as well.
Permission from Gaara was slightly more difficult. I was more than happy to know that I could help accomplish carrying on the Sabaku name and possibly give birth to the next Kazekage! Gaara was focused only on the warning Lady Tsunade had departed us with. I could die if complications arose.
There were days in which we would quarrel about how I may die from this 'foolish nonsense' and of what I should not even try to do under any circumstances (courtesy of the Kazekage, himself. 'sigh', does he hold no faith in the strength of my youth?) But, finally, he had agreed. I was to follow a strict regimen. This included 'groan' no training or exersize. Walking was acceptable, nothing more and no weight lifting either. No one had told me that until after I had gotten Gaara to agree to the program.
It is no problem though! If I could go back seven months to when we had accepted this, I would not change a thing. Shikamaru-kun and Chouji-kun have already had their first child. His name is Jun-kun and he is a lovely little boy. He nearly resembles Chouji-kun completely, minus the large appetite. Even his moods reflect his birthing father. Shikamaru-kun seems quite happy with this though; I have seen him stare into the crib for hours as if he were watching his beloved clouds instead of a sleeping miracle.
Shino-kun and Kiba-kun had also successfully had their first child: a girl named Amaya-kun. So far, she is half and half. Shino's pale skin and remarkable eyes (Which I had no idea Shino's eyes were green until Amaya-kun first opened them and Shino-kun said 'she has Aubrame eyes'). But, her hair and openness are indeed from her birthing father, Kiba-kun. There are moments where she is as silent as her pale father, but those moments are not often.
What had happened with Kakashi-kun and Iruka-kun is what frightened me. It was truly a disaster that I would wish upon no one, especially everyone's beloved sensei and the copy-cat nin. They had managed to conceive, but the child aborted itself within the first three months and Iruka-kun nearly lost his life as well. Neither of them are willing to try again. I hear that they plan to adopt once Iruka-kun can accept it and Kakashi-kun is sure that they can both handle it.
I believe it is what happened with Iruka-kun that keeps me locked in my room. I could easily break out if I wished it... and if the Hokage and Kazekage had not ordered me to stay put. My pregnancy has turned rocky, and the only other time I had ever felt so frightened and beaten was when Lady Tsunade had told me about the surgery and the chances that I may die. I have been ordered to bed-rest and this is an order that I shall not rebuke. Should I move from this bed, I shall do-, that defeats the purpose of even punishing myself, doesn't it? Fine then, should I move from this bed, I shall then remain completely still until Gaara-kun's return. I do not know when that shall be, only that it will be late into the night.
'Sigh', As my bandaged hands dance across my extended belly, I look to the door. Will my child have my disability? The thought upsets me, I do not wish for my child to have the difficult bringing up that I had. I know that, even if our child is unable to bend chakra outside the body, that he will still have more than I did. He shall have Gaara and I at his side as well as many of our other friends. I have begun to refer to this bundle of joy as a boy because it...feels like a boy. Something in my gut tells me that this child shall be a handsome specimen of a male.
What shall our child look like? I do not wish for him to have others tease him for his appearence as I had had happened to myself. I honestly do wish that he takes up after Gaara. Gaara is so beautiful! A devilishly handsome man who carries power like others carry skin: Close and natural. Yosh! My every dream is focused upon this child taking up after his Otousan. I can think of nothing he would benefit from inheriting from me. Everything that characterizes me can also be used to characterize Gaara, even if not everyone knows it. While I am loud with my success, Gaara's accomplishments seem more silent even if everyone knows of them instantly.
'chuckle' I can remember the very moment I conceived. Three months into the trial run, there had been no success, until that one night...
(FlashBack Flashback Flashback Flashback)
(Third Person P.O.V.)
It was raining in the desert. A large celebration occures in the streets below as the civilians laughed almost hysterically under the falling droplets. Others danced wildly and sang loudly while even more others just silently appreciated the heavy storm that would nourish their homes in the dying heat of the desert.
Lee watched all of the joy and love that showed itself within the falling sky. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold, seeing how guarded the villagers usually are. This was only the third storm he had seen in his two years of residing in this place and all of them were more remarkable than the last. Ofcourse there had been more rainfall then that, but he always seemed to be away on a mission when they occured.
He was watching from the top of the walls that circled around the hidden village. He was waiting there, as had become tradition. In the three storms he had been present for, Gaara always dragged him outside of the walls to where they could not be found but the rain continued to pour down on them. It was those times that were truly magical, because stimulation was instant, but the pace gentle.
It was more of a knowledge then a third sense that made Lee smile and turn to his right to gaze upon the Kazekage. In the rain, Gaara was truly a magnificent sight. Hair the color of the reddest of roses that did indeed appear to be bleeding. Jaded eyes seemed to take on a misty look, as if he were not entirely within this world and his pale skin even paler. It was much of what he looked like in a sandstorm, but calmer and more enchanted. This was the gentle side of Gaara that rarely showed itself. Lee was one of the priviledged few to see him in this state.
Not one word was spoken as they turned away from the blooming happiness behind them and disapeared into the never-ending sands.
Only a few hours later, the rain finally slowing in its downpour, Lee felt it. He felt it as Gaara placed his face into the junction of his neck and whispered his name like a prayer that had been answered. He felt it as his own orgasm barreled down on him like a slow consuming fire. Semen that was shot between them and semen that made him shudder even more as it slid up his anus. As he cried out Gaara's name and clung tightly to the pale shoulders, he knew what had just happened. It was as if something lit up inside him. Not the all consuming orgasm, but a candle that had begun to glow.
Gaara kissed away each tear, eyes serious and focused as the last of the rain dripped from their bodies and hair. The tears he did not swallow were wiped away as silence engulfed them. Lee looked up into Gaara's eyes, his own were shining with joy and the emotion of love that Gaara had slowly come to believe could happen. Lee's smile was a mere twitch of the lips upward even as he gave loud laughter. He threw his arms around Gaara's shoulders yet again as he yelled out their latest accomplishment.
"Gaara, Gaara! We did it! We have conceived our first child on this night of magic and youth 'sob'. Desert rain is truly precious, it had given us a gift that is invaluable!"
Gaara was silent for a moment. Lee could not see his eyes from where he had pressed his face and the Kazekage was glad for it. Lee was doing that strange thing to his insides again. It wasn't the stirring of lust or possession or any other emotion that he felt when with the green-clad jonin. It was something warm and thick and was crawling up his throat like vomit. Was this pride or joy, or even both? Then he spoke:
"We shall return to Konoha so that we may report to the hokage. Be ready to go by morning and to follow any instructions that I approve of."
Lee chuckled as Gaara moved out of the embrace, slipping his limp organ out of Lee's abused hole. Of course Gaara would say something like that instead of 'follow any instructions they set out for you.' This meant he was going to go over every rule placed before them and even add some of his own 'groan'. Lee could tell that Gaara was going to be as overprotective of this child as he was of Lee. Ooh, he could hardly wait till he gave birth! The wonderful things that they could show this baby miracle and experience with it!
(End Flashback End Flashback End Flashback End Flashback)
*Time Skip-five hours later-Time Skip*
(Gaara P.O.V.)
Slipping into the rooms I share with Lee, I take notice of all objects in the room and where they lie. They have not moved from where they had been when I had left. This means that Lee has not tried to sneak in any excersize. I am glad for it, his condition had worsened.
It is...strange.. to see Lee lying so still for days at a time. I would catch a movement and see muscles twitching as if, by doing nothing, his body is pleading that he do something. Lee had so far ignored the engraved need to improve his skills or spar, or even rival against another. I was used to routine and routine dictated that if Lee was not on a mission, he was either in his office, with me, or doing some more improbable excersizes. To have routine disrupted for such a disabilty as pregnancy is unnerving.
My lover is a man, I can assure the people of that. Training is what he lives and breathes and my needs for him are, among other things, sexual. This child has demanded many things and it has even yet to be born. The civilians who had come to respect him, now believe him to be insane. Horror I had not seen directed towards me since proving that I could protect this village as Kazekage had resurfaced. The villagers are terrified of what could be born of my semen, even though Shukaku had been removed nearly three years ago.
I have had shinobi try to kill my lover since he had announced his pregnancy. Sometimes I am not there, but someone else is or Lee takes care of himself(though not in recent months, he has not been allowed to leave the Kazekage residence). For those times I travel with him when he is attacked, I make a demonstration of the imbeciles for attempting to harm my Lee or my unborn child. For some, the message does not go through and they merely redouble their efforts to kill this man lying so openly on my rumpled bed.
Would Lee honestly go as far as to lock himself inside like an animal and take abuse everyday just to give birth to my child? Yes, I had known that he would do anything the moment he even suggested that we enter this program. It was who Lee was, and I had accepted that he would make obscene choices. I would label him an empostor and interrogate him for the whereabouts of where the true Lee is if he were any other way but rash and stubborn.
I walk towards the resting body, hat casually tossed into the air to land silently on the chest before the bed. Slipping out of my robes of office, I study this being. At some points, I doubt this person is human. He is the strongest and the fastest of the all within both the fire and wind countries. He has passed his Sensei in the bingo books as an expert in Taijutsu months before. Why does someone who can kill so cleanly, so absolutely, have such a heart and mind as this man did?
Not once have I heard him curse or lose his temper on a fellow shinobi. On those who have harmed his friends, I have found a keen obsession with watching him deal with the idiots. He is powerful, he could overpower me at any moment. My sand armor is no longer stable, I must jutsu it upon myself and the ultimate defense has long since been gone. Lee could end my life in a moment faster than anyone realized that he had moved and be gone in the next moment when they then noticed me dead. He has never seemed inclined to use his advantage, though.
Does he know that I would not try to stop him? Lee is mine, and if he is inclined to end my life, I would assume that it is with good reason. Is it the fear that he knows I would take him with me to the next world? I know that my love is not what others consider 'normal'. My life has never been 'normal', 'normal' was a dead man feeding my sand in my childhood. Now, 'normal' is mostly the same thing; there is more paperwork to it, though and there is usually good reason for the man to be dead instead of who ever the person was pissing me off. My love demands that I never leave him alone. Caution whispers that I should leave him behind. My own Uncle had tried to take my life, should my lover be any different? It would not matter, should he kill me, I would kill him. It is not in me to ever be alone without him again.
I doubt it is fear that stops him, though. He has proven time and time again with a thousand different moments of self-sacrifice that someone wishing rid of me would not even think to do. So many different hospital rooms for him because I had not been quick enough or as thorough as I should have been. Even now, he continues to prove that he is unlike my uncle.
Leaning onto the bed, one knee resting upon the mattress. My hand reaches out, seemingly of its own needs, to rest firmly against the bulge that had once been rigid muscles. I can not say it is soft now, it is still hard enough that I feel I could press down and it would not give. This is our child. This child created beneath the desert rain is what has finally beaten away the shadows of my mind seeking treachery from this man. Lee has followed the rules religiously. Every movement he does, I can tell he is thinking about how it may connect with the fetus. Would he do such a thing as carry my child if he wished to kill me? I do not believe so.
Slipping into the bed beside him, he turns to me in his sleep; one arm is slung around my waist and drags me closer as if I am a teddy bear. His face is pushed into my neck, and his legs are curled around my own, effectively trapping me within the embrace. Even in his sleep, his expressive eyebrows are drawn together and every movement is slow, still thinking about how it would affect our child. Would someone who feared me do such a thing? Pull me closer till we are inseperable? I do not believe so.
I stay within his arms, one of my hands stroking through his ink black hair as I stare out the window to my village. The absolute emotions that this man arrises in me are confusing in their intensity. For the second time in four months, that urge to vomit comes again. A shaky feeling encircles all of my bodily organs and the need to wrap Lee tightly in my arms to keep from falling apart is strong enough that I do not fight it. The shaking slows, then disapears. Something wet traces down my face.
One hand moves away from Lee to wipe the foreign substance away. I stare at the liquid, startled before my eyes settle on his face. I shouldn't be shocked that I am crying for the first time since I killed my uncle. It is Lee who the tears are appearing for, and Lee is always so many more steps ahead of me that I cannot keep in mind every thing he is capable of putting his mind to. Of course he could get me to cry, even when he does nothing at all.