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Sasuke hated reading reports and complaints.

He's spent most of his day at his desk in his office; his glasses have been sitting on his nose for so long that they began to leave little imprints on his skin. He lifted them off, then pinched the top of his nose and closed his eyes.

Almost as if it was a reflex, his hand reached out and pressed a button on his office phone.

"Naruto, bring me some tea."

He waited several seconds before a brief line of static was heard, followed by a deep voice. "On my way."

As he waited, Sasuke leaned back on his chair and locked his fingers; his gaze moved up to the ceiling. It was still hard to believe that Naruto was his secretary. Naruto fucking Uzumaki, who wouldn't bend down to Sasuke even for a second from the moment they met, Naruto, his ex-boyfriend from college.

Naruto Uzumaki, now a father of one little boy.

Sasuke knew that he never truly forgot about (or got over) the blonde. He was his longest relationship, even up to date; they were together during their entire high school lives, a little longer if one counted the summer before, where they both danced around the idea of actually dating. They split up at the beginning of their college careers because Sasuke moved to America, and he didn't know when he'd be back.

It took more effort than he thought to push Naruto away from his thoughts for the last six years, and finally, thanks to some unknown deity up in the skies, they had bumped into each other six months ago. He smiled softly at the memory. Naruto was talking on his phone in a mall, seemingly upset.

Sasuke walked around the mall, trying to spot the one he usually sent his ex-secretary to buy him his shoes. He sighed; he was really going to miss her. Seeing her retire only reminded him that he himself wasn't getting any younger. He, of course, had already thought about settling down with someone, but no one seemed...right.

Someone he envisioned spending his life with needed to be lively, the living embodiment of sunshine. He needed to be strong, determined to finish anything he started, and his eyes- god, his eyes. They needed to be bright, even if they were the darkest shade of black there could ever be. He just wanted someone to brighten his life up, bring more color to their surroundings.

And he was standing a couple of shops away,

His heartbeat quickened at the simple sight of Naruto. He had grown taller, more buff and tan. His jeans hugged his legs perfectly, and his white shirt clung to his torso, showing off the muscle on his arms. As for his blonde hair, it still looked as wild as ever, but there was this charm that went with it. The only thing missing was the hundred-watt smile, which had apparently been replaced with a scowl.

"Listen to me- I am not afraid to take this to court, but you should very well be. We both know that there's a very good chance that I'll win." Naruto paused for a moment, then glared at the open space before him with such intensity that Sasuke never thought he could possess. "That's utter and complete bullshit; you're only a mom when it's convenient for you. Until further notice, I want you to only talk to me through my lawyer; I'll send you his contact information later."

And without even a 'goodbye,' Naruto ripped the phone away from his ear, pressed his thumb down on the screen and pocketed it. He ran a hand through his hair and growled lowly, leaning his head back against the wall. Sasuke hesitated for a moment; it didn't seem like a good time to approach him, but there wasn't any telling if he would ever see him again.

So, smoothing his hair back and fixing his shirt, Sasuke straightened up and approached him. Much to his chagrin, Naruto didn't seem to have noticed him coming.

He cleared his throat. "Naruto."

The blonde jerked up and locked eyes with him, a bewildered look on his face. He blinked, and Sasuke could practically see the cogs working in his head. It took Naruto several seconds to actually register who he was staring at.

"Sasuke? Is that you?" he asked as his eyes roamed from top to bottom.

Sasuke took that as a sign that he was allowed to do the same, which he gladly did. "Hn."

Naruto noticed, belatedly, that Sasuke was still slightly taller than him, and he seemed to have been keeping shape. Not as much as he himself, but still, enough.

Naruto grinned at the other, then went in for a rough side-hug. "Bastard! It's good to see you again. How've you been doing? When did you get back?" Sasuke nearly pulled him back into his arms when he pulled away, but he decided to play it safe and check to see if there was some...unwanted third factor.

"Dobe," he said with underlying affection. "What're you doing here? Are you by yourself?"

Naruto's blonde head shook and opened his mouth to reply, but there came a cry from the other side.

"Hey!"

A blur of black hurled itself behind Naruto's legs, and it peeked out from one side. Sasuke couldn't help but stare, dumbfounded. It was a little boy, who appeared to be less than seven years old. He had dark hair, his pudgy skin was an even tan, and he possessed a pair of electric blue eyes-

Which were suspiciously observing Sasuke.

"Oh, are you finished already?" Naruto said, ruffling his hair. "Menma, this is my old friend, Sasuke. Sasuke, this is Menma. Say hi."

Rather than speaking, the two ravens continued to look at each other. Sasuke felt his resolve crumble; was this boy Naruto's son? They looked a lot like each other, save for the hair color and the whiskers. His eyes scanned the area around them; there didn't seem to be any females with them.

"Hello there," Sasuke greeted, sticking his hand out. "I'm Sasuke Uchiha."

Sasuke had a feeling that if Naruto hadn't nudged him, Menma would've ignored him. The boy pouted, but still moved forward a bit and quickly shook hands with Sasuke.

"I'm Menma," he said as he glared right into onyx eyes.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. 'No last name?'

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Menma. I hope we can get along."

Menma didn't answer, instead moving back behind the blonde, who ruffled his hair. Menma leaned up and nuzzled his hand.

"He gets shy around new people, but he doesn't mean any harm," Naruto explained, smiling fondly down at Menma before looking back at Sasuke. "But I forgot to ask you; what're you doing here, Ba-" He paused, glanced down at Menma, then resumed. "-Jerk. You usually never liked going to the mall before."

Sasuke felt the side of his lip tug upwards at the obvious cover-up. "Nice to know you still remember some things, Dobe, and to answer your question, I'm just here to buy some new shoes."

When Naruto saw that the raven didn't have any bags with him, he looked back up. "Well, I guess we're holding you up, huh? You here with someone?"

Sasuke's insides clenched; he wasn't, but it was very apparent that Naruto probably was. "No, I'm just here on my own. What about you?"

"He's with me, Dummy," Menma mumbled, looking down at the floor. Naruto looked surprised.

"Menma," Naruto said in a stern voice. "That's not how you speak to people."

"But-!" Menma protested.

The blonde didn't let up. "Apologize."

Sasuke wanted to snort at the scene; the dobe had no room to be correcting the boy. When Sasuke and Naruto first met in middle school, Naruto was no different from Menma. Four minutes didn't even pass before they began swinging at each other.

Sasuke knelt down on one knee and rested his arm on it. "I'm very sorry, Menma; I didn't mean to ignore you. I just wanted to know if there was someone with you and your papa so that I can invite you both out to lunch."

To his surprise, Menma's face almost immediately lit bright red; he looked up at Naruto, as if asking permission for something. Naruto, who seemed to be momentarily speechless, quickly snapped out of his trance and nodded encouragingly.

Menma was still blushing when he looked at Sasuke, his shoulders tense.

He hesitated a moment before he spoke. "Me and my...my papa want ramen."

Sasuke felt as if something major had happened between the two of them, but he didn't say anything. He instead chuckled, glancing up at Naruto.

"Of course; I should've known better than to ask."

Naruto grinned and held onto Menma's hand. "Come on, Jerk; Ichiraku opened up a shop here three years ago."

They all made their way over to the ramen shop, where Naruto excused himself to go order for all of them (he promised the skeptical Sasuke that he'd get him something good). The only reason why Sasuke didn't try to pay was to use this as an excuse to try and take Naruto out again as a thank you.

Menma apparently didn't want Sasuke to choose where they got to eat, so he had reluctantly let go of his father and went to the usual table they sat at, which was at the very corner, next to a window.

Sasuke watched as Menma played with the napkin holder, doing his obvious best to not interact with Sasuke. Too bad for him that the duckbutt didn't care.

"Are you and your papa having a boys day today?" he asked.

Menma glanced up and nodded.

"What are you two going to buy?"

The boy didn't say anything; he just shrugged. Sasuke glanced down at his shirt and saw the show that his nephew, Kai, liked to watch. Why little boys enjoyed it so much, he'll never know, but what he does know is that Menma probably liked them as much as Kai did.

"Well, there's a store around here that happens to sell a bunch of Beyblades. Maybe we can take a look around there later once you're both done with your shopping?"

That captured his attention. Menma nodded excitedly, and his eyes held a small twinkle. He knew his papa wouldn't want to take him because he already has several beyblades at home, but he still didn't have a stadium.

Naruto came back with their receipt, and he told Menma to go wash his hands. Once his son disappeared from sight, he turned to Sasuke and smiled that heartwarming smile he had all those years ago.

"Hey, thanks a lot for the whole 'papa' thing," he said. "I think Menma's been wanting to use it for the last couple of months."

"Months?" Sasuke blinked. "Did you adopt him?" It was always something Naruto wanted to do; he wanted to adopt at least three kids, which Sasuke had no problems with.

"No, he's my biological son," Naruto said cautiously. "But… I didn't know for about him a while. It's only been a little over a year since his mother called me while she was hammered and started yelling at me about how hard it was to raise the baby her boyfriend thought was his."

Sasuke grimaced. "So he doesn't know?"

Naruto looked down at his hands. "When I kinda put the pieces together, I looked for her and we got into an argument. Her boyfriend eventually came home and she broke down crying, so I left after I told her I wanted a blood test. Skip two weeks later, and her boyfriend broke up with her, she started to neglect Menma, and we were still fighting over custody.

"Eventually, she got fed up and just dropped him off at my place with two duffel bags and five dollars. The fucked up part was that she knew I was working and wouldn't be home, so he went to the backyard and had to stay there until I got back home hours later."

He glowered down at the table. "That bitch is never going to have my son in her grasp again- not while I'm still breathing. I've missed out on six years of his life, Sasuke; that's six birthdays, six Christmases, six school plays or concerts or whatever, and that's six Happy Father Days that I didn't get to experience. It all fucking sucks to hell, but..." He huffed, but ended up smiling a little. "We're getting there, one step at a time. That's why the whole 'Papa' thing caught us off guard. I'm really glad we bumped into you, otherwise I don't think he'd call me that any time soon."

Sasuke gave him a small smirk. "Don't thank me, Dobe; I was the one who approached you."

Before anything else could be said, Menma had already came running back from the restroom and sat right next to his papa.

"Mr. Sasuke said we could go look at Beyblades later," he chirped happily. "Can we go?"

"Beyblades?" Naruto repeated, looking down at him. "But you already have five at home."

"It's just to look around," Sasuke said smoothly. "No need to actually buy new ones."

Naruto eyed the ravens suspiciously. "You both aren't conspiring against me, are you? He's not going to be getting anything from there."

Sasuke glanced down at Menma, who looked up at him and grinned. He looked back at Naruto and smirked.

"When have I ever wronged you, Dobe?"

Menma ended up getting the stadium.

It was soon after Sasuke had bought Menma the stadium that Naruto let slip out that he was looking for a new job. It turns out that they were currently living off his savings; his old job didn't have a flexible schedule that fit in with Menma's, so he quit. He wanted to get his associate's degree online, so he needed a part time job that paid well.

When Sasuke offered him the position of being his secretary, it looked like the blonde wanted nothing more than to just jump on him, which the raven wouldn't have minded. Naruto began very slow-paced and jittery, but it took him almost no time to relax and work diligently.

Sasuke smiled to himself, closing his eyes. Not only was there Naruto, there was the brat, who had slowly warmed up to Sasuke after two weeks of their first meeting, which he spent going out to places with Naruto and Menma; Naruto and Sasuke had exchanged all of their social media and contact information after they had to separate in the mall when Sasuke said that he wanted to treat the two out to food as a thanks for the ramen, which he grudgingly said was decent.

As predicted, he still wanted Naruto, and as the trio kept spending time together, he found that he also wanted Menma to like him. Unfortunately, Sasuke and Naruto hadn't made in progress in their relationship. He wanted to talk to Naruto about it, but he still seemed a little nervous about being a father now, so Sasuke thought he'd wait until the dobe calmed down.

It's been months, and nothing has changed.

Pale fingers tightened their grip on each other at the thought.

'I believe I'm done waiting.'

He had been thinking about this himself, of course. If he was going to be with Naruto, then he would also be taking in Menma, too. That meant spending time with him, playing with him, and, if he was very serious about Naruto, taking some responsibilities involving him, too. He found that he was willing and didn't even mind.

Plus, he didn't think he'd last any longer without touching the blonde, feeling the warm tan skin beneath his fingers. As if on cue, the man came in with a cup of coffee. He wore black dress pants, a pale blue button up, a black leather belt, and his ID card hung around his neck.

"Here you go, Bastard," Naruto said with a playful smirk, walking up to the raven and handing it over. "Can I get you anything else?"

Sasuke blew on his coffee and took a sip, pulling it from his lips and looking at what the dobe decided to scribble on it for the day. Naruto enjoyed putting little doodles or small messages that never failed to amuse him; last time, there was a small drawing of a dick with duckbutt hair.

This time, to his shock, there was a question; not because it wasn't a doodle, but because of what it insinuated.

Dinner tonight?

The raven was taken aback when he looked up to the blonde; he saw him rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile. "Only if you want to. Menma's having a sleepover at a friend's house tonight, and tomorrow is Saturday, so we'll be both going in at ten..."

Sasuke blinked once, twice. When he noticed Naruto fidgeting and looking rather hesitant, he quickly cleared his throat; he needed to make sure. "Will this...be a date?"

Naruto flushed and squared his shoulders. "As a matter of fact, it will be. So, will you join me?"

"Hn," Sasuke replied; he was amused to see the immediate relief on Naruto's face at the answer.

"Well, I'll see you tonight, then," Naruto said with a sunny grin. "I'll be coming by your house later."

He felt his heart quicken; when they were younger, Naruto always swore to be the one to pick up Sasuke for dates once they hit their twenties.

"I'll see you then, Dobe," Sasuke replied.

Naruto left, and Sasuke was left to his work. He suddenly didn't feel like reading at all anymore.

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Hey guys! I'm back and now more conscious of what I write. To be honest, I planned for this to be a oneshot, but let's face it- when was I ever going to find the will to finish it? It was actually the encouragement of a new friend of mine that gave me the strength- thanks, Mochiiihus!

I'll update as soon as I can, so please wait up for me. Review and tell me what you think of it; I'm open to feedback!