Title: False Virtue
Genre: Crime/Romance
Pairing: Gaara/Sakura
Rating: M (for swearing, sexual content, drug related content, etc)
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction? Although, I like to imagine Kishimoto reads all of the fucked up shit his fans come up with.

A/N: Hello everyone. So, to begin, this is a fanfic that I started a few years ago and discontinued around chapter 6. I don't know if any of my old readers are still around, but it would be so lovely to get some of you back. I am sorry that I discontinued this story, I had to spend some time adult-ing and eventually lost myself and all of my imagination. Don't grow up, it's a trap.

Any way, I have returned to rewrite this fanfic, this time with intentions of finally finishing it. If any of my old readers recognize this, many things won't be the same since it's been so long and I don't really remember anything but the basic plot, but I hope that you find it better than before. This is only an introduction for now, I plan to make other chapters much longer.

Something Spontaneous

Sakura pressed her back against the wall of her tiny bathroom and slid down until she was sitting on the floor with her knees against her chest. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, attempting to calm the nerves that had been clawing at her mind all day. She had desperately been fighting off all thoughts of morning sickness, baby, pregnant, and stranger, but the time had finally arrived to acknowledge the truth. Was she pregnant? By a man she had only met once, and so briefly? Fucking idiot, she cursed herself.

She had purposely forced the day to linger, taking her sweet time up until about midnight, praying that every step she took would bring her back in time so she may relive the moment she made that stupid decision. This time, she would do it differently. But at the time, her future wasn't her main concern. Her body shuddered with pleasure at the thought of that day, but her conscious was screaming back at her with utter disappointment. How could she be so stupid? One time. That's all it takes. She knew better.

Just once, Sakura wanted to know what it felt like to do something spontaneous. Something in the heat of the moment. Something for the sake of 'just because she could.' Something to take her mind off of the other bullshit in her life. So, when those hypnotic jade eyes kept staring her down at the laundromat, she took the undeclared invitation and followed suit to the bathroom stall.

What a romantic interaction to share with this potential child, she thought sarcastically, you were conceived in a public bathroom at a laundromat. Sakura didn't ask for his number, or even his name. All she knew was that he was a handsome redheaded stranger with a striking gaze, and as far as she was concerned, he'd never be anything more than that.

She was furious with herself. There was no excuse for this, even though she could come up with hundreds before this was brought to her attention. Sakura had been acting outside of herself the last couple of months, ever since she found out about her high school sweetheart's dirty secret. Her life was ideal; engaged to the man she had been chasing since grade school, preparing to buy a house and move in with one another, start a family... Perfection. And then, he broke up with her out of no where. It wasn't until a week later she found out why, discovering that it didn't really come 'out of no where.' He had been hiding a secret lover from her for nearly an entire year. Ino, the girl she claimed was her best friend, admitted to Sakura that she had been seeing Sasuke, and that they had just made it official during a drunk heart-to-heart conversation they had when they were at a bar. Sakura couldn't even find words to insult Ino, she was so hurt. Instead, she immediately got up and left and hadn't seen her since. In fact, if she never saw her again, it would still be too soon.

Sakura spent the next few weeks extending her shifts at work, taking the long walk home, drinking herself to sleep; anything to keep her from being alone in her own mind. Thoughts of seeking new men hadn't even crossed her mind, not until she went to the laundromat around the corner from her apartment. At first, he gave her the creeps. She kept catching him staring at her every time she'd look in his direction. But she was just as guilty as he was; it was the eye contact giving her goosebumps. Sakura wasn't used to men who appealed to her sharing that mutual connection. She couldn't let it go. For the first time in what felt like forever, she forgot about her ex fiancé, her backstabbing friend, and all the pain her heart. The stranger's touch, which she swore still lingered on her skin, made her numb like the booze, minus the hangover. It was so pleasant to feel that way, even though it was only brief. It was oddly romantic, in the moment at least.

Time was up, yet she was still hesitating to find out. She forced herself on her feet and braced herself, reaching for the pregnancy test she had placed face down with the purpose of prolonging the results with one extra step.

Though she already knew in her heart what it was going to tell her, she still couldn't help but let the surprise show in her expression. Her wide, emerald eyes looked down upon two solid blue lines, indicating that she was indeed pregnant. A million and one thoughts came rushing into her mind like gushing waters from a typhoon, but she quickly bottled them up when she tossed the test into the garbage can.

"You're not allowed to cry," she told herself, "you did this to yourself..." Honestly at this point, the shock wouldn't even allow her to cry. The reality hadn't hit her just yet.

She made her way to her room and climbed into her bed, scowling and hugging her pillow with a death grip. She couldn't go another day without knowing the truth, but now she cursed her eagerness, for she had a long, sleepless night ahead of her full of knocking thoughts about 'what to do next.'