I normally don't do mpregs because I suck at it but this one just wouldn't go away so I had to get it out of my system.
Artemis: Nothing is owned. So there.
Warnings to speak of…well, yaoi, cussing, sexual references, and minor violence. I think that's all. Enjoy!
Life
"I know I was never important enough for you to worry about but you don't have to say it out loud, teme!"
These words echoed in Sasuke's head as he leaped from tree to tree. In the anger that accompanied the reverberating sentence, the Uchiha kept landing with more force than necessary and the limbs kept breaking under his weight. Normally, moving stealthily through the forest was second nature and required no real thought at all, but today had been filled with voices that weren't his and guilty feelings that consumed his blackened heart.
The voice in his head faded at his destination came into view. The outer wall of the Hidden Leaf Village loomed before him. Sasuke stopped and gazed at the top of the wall debating whether or not to cross into the village. He could either 1. just turn around and leave, but then the guilty weight in the pit of his gut wouldn't go away or 2. he could steel his nerves, choke down his pride, and storm in there and make things right.
What to do? What to do? Kill his proud nature or risk loosing the best thing that ever happened to him?
Letting out a silent scream of frustration, Sasuke darted up the wall.
Sasuke stuck to the shadows as he navigated the rooftops toward the apartment building he was looking for.
Closer, closer, he was almost there. Just a few more roofs…It was all a blur, one second the Uchiha was dashing along, the next second he was standing in front of an apartment door. Sasuke nervously raised his hand to knock but froze. Would he even be let in? Could he convince the dobe he didn't mean what he said to sound so insulting? Would the vessel listen to him?
All these "woulds", "coulds", and "what ifs". Even if the dobe didn't forgive him, he would at least try.
His knuckles connected with the wooden door only once because the last thing he wanted was for the neighbors to get suspicious.
There was no answer from inside so he tried again, slightly louder this time. Still no response so Sasuke tested the knob and found it unlocked. A frown marred his usually stoic face at this unexpected event. The fox vessel 'never' left his door open at night. In fact, it was normally barred during the day too. Curious and slightly worried (though he'd never admit it) Sasuke pushed the door, which swung inward on it's hinges with a loud, ominous creak.
The Uchiha cautiously ventured forward into the dark apartment. He needed no light as his eyes had already adjusted when he had paused in the doorway. The layout of the rooms was easy to commit to memory, which he had done long ago, and, in fact, it was his knowledge of this place that kept him from stumbling on that rug just inside the doorway and helped him to avoid colliding with the chair in the middle of the room and prevented him from tripping on that single step that lead up to the bedroom.
Sasuke rested his hand on the ajar door for an instant before pushing it open. The room, like the rest of the apartment, was dark and silent. All was still inside the empty room as the Uchiha's skilled feet made no noise on the carpeted floor.
Wait a second. Since when was the floor carpeted?
Sasuke's dark eyes drifted to the floor to see what he was stepping on. If it had been something alive his ninja senses would have already alerted him. He blinked and leaned closer, attempting to add more detail to the mass on the floor. It was orange with a dark band around the shoulder area with a large red spiral. Naruto's jacket. Why was it on the floor?
Sasuke lifted the cloth up to eye level. No blood. No smell of sweat. No ramen stains. In fact, the jacket looked and smelled like it had just been washed recently. But if it had been cleaned, why was it discarded on the floor? And where was the one who washed it?
Sasuke was about to fold the jacket when a soft fluttering sound met his trained ninja ears and he looked down in time to see a piece of paper drifting down on to the hard-wood floor. Keeping Naruto's jacket in one hand, the Uchiha picked up the paper with the other.
As Sasuke's eyes took in the paper's contents, the orange cloth fell from his grasp back into a heap at his feet.
On the paper was written the words, 'Come home, otouto. We'll be waiting.' Under the words was a symbol of a bloodred cloud outlined with a thick black band.
This really only serves as a prologue. I'm unsure if I should continue on with this story or not. So if you want me to, please tell me.