To celebrate Karin in the anime, I finished (oh, well, not really, but yes…) this fic who was born… on October 18. Yeah. I'm a fast writer. I might write it from almost-Karin-POV. In two years, maybe. That's how fast I am.

How could our eyes consumed by the shame find the light as the night fall on the end of an era. (Traduced from "Comment pourrons nos yeux rongés par la honte, trouver de la lumière pendant que la nuit tombe sur la fin d'un monde." It's waaaaaaay prettier in French.)

There might be mistake in there, they teach English so bad at school I wonder why they ever bother, if you spot some, feel free to tell.

One Hundred Years From Now

It was late at night, the warm wind was softly blowing in the room by the opened window, he wasn't able to sleep. His head was hurting a little, his thoughts were going everywhere at the same time (it was like that every night since his brother death), and his foot were cold. Could he ever forgot all that he had learned? Could he forgot all the sins that lived in his own blood? There was no light anymore for him, all that he was (his eyes, his eyes, his eyes –) were only made of lies, sins and blood.

(How he wished Itachi wouldn't have died that day. How he wished his brother haven't been sick. How he wish he had died with him. How he didn't wanted her to leave his side. How he hated this place. How his feet were hurting. How he wanted to smile without thinking about it before. How he wondered where was Juugo was now. How we wished he wasn't with Suigetsu. How he wished he could wake up to find Suigetsu and Karin fighting over nothing. How he wished that could just still happen. How he wished Suigetsu didn't get himself killed to save his ass.)

He turned on his side to see the red-haired woman sleeping peacefully beside him, her stomach getting bigger day after day. He took away his hand from hers to put it on her stomach. Did he really wanted that now? He wasn't sure anymore (never had been). Those eyes should disappear with him. But still, every time the child was moving within his mother's whom (just like now) he felt happy, alive. It was his son, he already loved him but he didn't wished this life for him (he deserved best, he deserved so much more, he was already perfect).

Was he strong enough to save this future? She was telling so, he didn't believe her.

At time like this, he couldn't help but wonder if the child would even want to be born if he knew in which kind of world he would find himself. (The child was male, Karin kept telling him, he would have preferred a daughter, they were less likely to have the Sharingan. It would have been better, easier. The charka of the baby was the same as his and Itachi, his saw it each time he looked at her with those eyes, she was feeling it, she was telling him. He didn't wanted to know.)

Even through he tried, tried with all his might, Sasuke didn't managed to restore his clan pride. The villagers were looking (staring) at them and those look were not sweet, far for it. It was worse since her stomach was showing, since it was clear that she was with child. (They were already hating this child, others pregnant women were worried about the academy and so were the fathers of those children. Their child would have to study with an Uchiha, one that may be stronger than his ancestor, the mother had something unique too, they may end up in the same team, no one wanted that anymore.)

Naruto and Sakura (she wished to be pregnant too, so the little Uchiha would have at least a friend, she wasn't and wasn't. She told Karin and couldn't hold her tears. Karin didn't cried, she was used to be alone, it didn't mattered anymore, her child would have to be strong too) had tried their best to make those look (stare) changed, Sai tried too, but it somehow made thing worse, so they stopped. It was fine with Sasuke. They could hate him for what his family had been made of, they could hate him for revelling the truth and breaking the foolish utopia that many had in regard of Konoha.

All he really wished for was Karin (even if she was strong enough to take it, sometimes she was more than he)and their son to be looked at for what they were. So his children's children would leave and be, somehow, one hundred years for now.

N/A : Based on 'One Hundred Years Form Now' by Dennis DeYoung and Éric Lapointe. (Yeah, yeah, me using bilingual version because me be little French-speaking gal. If you never hear it : SHAME ON YOU.) And also, the last line is so from the song.

Because father-to-be!Sasuke is win (less than manipulating!Sasuke but oh, well!). Because SasuKarin is win. Because Uchiha are win. Because this song is win. And why not 'Because I'm win'? No? I though so… For each review, a kitten gets love. (It's always the same almost-three-years-old-but-still-look-six-month-old-kitten but I'm trying my best!)

Cut-off scene (for the lulz):

The clock read 3:00 when a ninja passed on their roof like if that was the street (in Konoha, it was) the loud sound that it produced inside the small bedroom woke up Karin. She turned her head toward Sasuke with the firm intention of waking him up (not because since she was pregnant, she somehow couldn't stand Sasuke sleeping while she wasn't). She couldn't help to smile when she noticed he was wide awake and staring at her (or more, the baby inside her).

"I want tomato-favoured ice-cream." She said with a still sleepy voice.

"Sound good."

He kissed her forehead before getting up. Were the hell was he going to find that?!