The Dust Devil [English Version]

Chapter ∞ - NSFW : Haikus

This passage contains an explicit sex scene. Please be aware of the nature of the content before continuing to read.

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This moment takes place several years after the events of "The Dust Devil"

           The Kazekage's private quarters were bathed in a soft semi-darkness, enveloped by the dim glow of a few lanterns. The walls of the room seemed to quiver under the moonlight's caress as it seeped through the curtains, creating a peaceful atmosphere, imbued with nocturnal intimacy.

Seated by the window, Hatsu was nestled in a pile of cushions, a collection of haikus in her hands. Her gaze wandered over the words, while the silence of the moment was broken only by the faint rustle of her fingers turning the pages.

The bathroom door opened, releasing fragrant wisps of steam. Gaara appeared in the doorway, clad simply in a towel wrapped around his waist. His still-damp hair let droplets of water trickle over his shoulders, tracing delicate paths down his back. In his left hand, he held another towel, drying his scattered red strands with slow, measured movements.

His gaze instantly settled on Hatsu.

There was something in the nonchalance of her posture that seemed almost like an invitation to contemplation.

Her silk yukata, loosely tied at the waist, had slightly parted, revealing the delicate curves of her chest. The fabric slid along her skin, uncovering the graceful line of her right leg, while her knee, folded in a natural posture, added a touch of casual elegance.

"I find you absorbed in your haikus," he murmured as he walked slowly toward her, his bare feet brushing silently the floor.

Hatsu lifted her head, her blue eyes immediately finding Gaara's.

A smile played on her lips, tinged with a hint of mischief.

"Yes," she replied simply. "Actually, there's one I'd like to read to you... It's a bit special..."

Gaara stopped a few steps away, observing her with the calm intensity so characteristic of him.

"I am listening," he said, his voice slightly deeper, as a palpable tension began to settle between them, the distance separating them now a fragile balance on the verge of tipping.

The young kunoichi's eyes sparkled before she leafed through the book in her hands, her fingers lingering on the pages as though savoring the anticipation of the instant. Finally, she found the passage she was searching for, and in a low, bewitching voice, began to read:

"Moist lips,

Under the wind's caresses,

Open to the night."

The silence that settled seemed heavier than the words themselves, each syllable pronounced lingering in the air.

Gaara remained still, his eyes fixed on her, captivated by the intensity of the moment.

Hatsu gently closed the book, her movements slow, almost ceremonial, as if she had just concluded a ritual known only to her. She placed the volume on the window sill then raised her eyes to him. Their gazes met once more, this time with a deeper intimacy.

"Do you know what it truly means, Gaara?" she asked, in a whisper tinted with mystery.

The young man's eyes narrowed with interest.