Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warnings: It's an A/U story, and there might be some OOC details, but I tried my best to avoid OOC. Also, it will probably end up being SasuNaru.
Apologies: Sorry for taking so long, I had to rewrite this 3 times until I was at least a tiny bit happy with myself.
Author's note: This chapter is more about Sasuke's everyday life and history that actual plot (that's why it's called just a chapter, I didn't give it a number) , so if you only want to read chapters that have something to do with blood or violence, this chapter is not for you. Wait for the next one, that's when I'll get back to the main plot of the story (and bring Naruto o it *fangirlish look*). Thanks for understanding and if you DON'T understand, you can always ask, I don't bite.
Chapter: Saturday with a spoiled brat.
When I was going home, I could barely feel my feet from all the walking in the circle at the office while thinking, rethinking and discussing with Shikamaru all the details from the case that we had. Also, the fact that it was 1 am didn't make me less tired. But it was always the same when working with him, so I let it slide, 'cause I knew that the result will be worth it, he was a mastermind after all (once he had to simulate a crime for young students at the police. Hard to admit, but even I barely solved it).
It wasn't until I unlocked the door to my house that I got back to reality with no mysterious crush of the victim, or the question why the mother tried to burn the diary.
'I'm home!' – I said loudly and hung my jacket on the hallstand. Stupid of me – everyone was asleep. At least nobody noticed - I hated when people saw me make mistakes or be weak.
Instead of going right to sleep I went to Kyou's (1), my 4 year old son's room. I always went there when I was deep in thought or nervous as he made me calmer. I couldn't help but smile when I saw him sound asleep with no worries of any kind. Also, when I saw him I didn't regret marrying Sakura, even though we didn't love each other. She was the best mother I could think of now and I wanted my child to have a childhood worth to remember. I wanted him to grow up happily, 'cause I didn't have that luxury – I lost my parents at a car accident and my brother was usually away with business, so most of the time I had to survive on my own. Maybe that's why I became a chief at the police office at the age of 22 and have been able to stay nr. 1 detective for 3 years now. Not that I liked it, it was just efficient – the worst criminals got what they deserved and I got the money to raise my child well. He's gonna be a spoiled brat in the future, - I thought, not for the first time, and left his room.
After a long hot shower to ease my muscles I got to bed in which Sakura was sleeping just as soundly as Kyou. I lay beside her and started to stare at the ceiling. At moments like this, when everybody was asleep and I was the only one worried and awake, I felt alone. Of course, nobody knew that, and nobody ever will, 'cause it was hard to admit it even to myself. Uchihas were never weak, they didn't make mistakes and most of all, they never, never complained. At least that's how, with a little help of Itachi, I raised myself.
That's why I never told Sakura or anybody else about nightmares which always woke me up.
~ ~ … ~ ~ (2)
The Saturday morning was like any other – I woke up too early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I always did breakfast on Saturdays – it was kind of a tradition since I wanted to let Sakura get some sleep.
'Daddy!' I heard a small voice come from behind me and turned around to take Kyou into my arms. He was still half asleep, his eyes were not fully open but with a huge happy smile on his face he looked almost awake. I started to feel bad about not being around him much.
'Morning, little fella! Why are you so early?' I asked smiling, and then made a serious face 'Don't tell me you woke mummy up.' I made myself look scared.
'Nop. I was silent, just like you told me to be.' His grin became even wider (I had no idea how was it physically possible). 'What are we gonna cook today?'
'Whatever you want to. I'm open for ideas' I put him on the cabinet and open the fridge to see if there was anything eatable there. As expected, it was stuffed with food that'll probably never be eaten. When was she able to buy all that I didn't understand but I guess I couldn't complain since I was the one who came home at 1 a.m.
'I want pancakes, and omelet, and some yogurt with strawberries, and also some hot chocolate. Have I told you that mummy now gives me some chocolate after breakfast? She said I was a big boy now and could have chocolate. But I didn't eat it all, since you don't like sweets, and I want to be just like daddy when I grow up! Oh, oh, and I found a friend in kindergarten, he's very funny, and he lets me play with him everyday. Daddy, have you seen my painting yet? I drew you when my teacher asked me to paint the person I love most! But I didn't have a dark blue pencil, so I had to make your hair black. And daddy…' I listened to him talk about every random thing I missed, smiling. It was amazing to see how easy it was for him to talk almost like an adult when he was this young, and surprising too, but it didn't bother me – I always knew my child would be special and those who disagree could go to hell for all that I cared.
I started to make breakfast (as usual I made all the dishes that Kyou mentioned. I knew he wont eat them but it made him happy, and as a child he had a surprisingly good memory, he wouldn't let anything slide, not even such a small thing like yogurt with strawberries) and listened to my son talk.
We were eating (technically) when Sakura came to the kitchen. I waved her good morning and continued to try to catch all the strawberries that Kyou was throwing at the wall. She didn't look surprised just said 'Good Morning' and blew a kiss to Kyou. A good distraction, I thought and took strawberries away from him when he waved to Sakura.
'Morning, mummy! wha...? GIVE THEM BACK.' He said the moment he understood what happened. He didn't cry and didn't even look upset. Just like me, he took what he wanted with any means necessary. He was, indeed, a spoiled brat but what could I do? He was my son and it's not like I was the only one to raise him, Sakura had her rights too but she didn't complain. Oh well.
'No, 'cause you'll just keep on throwing them at the wall and won't eat them.'
'But daddy…'
'No buts.' That was one of my favorite lines, besides "hn", and it always worked flawlessly.
'Hey, daddy, can we go to the zoo today? Please?'
I turned to Sakura who was drinking coffee and eating a pancake.
'Can we?'
'I'll go get dressed.' She said with no further comments. In 5 years of living together we almost stopped speaking altogether. It wasn't because of anger; we just had nothing to say. We understood each other well enough already. Kyou was another story – he talked enough for himself and for us both. I didn't know where he got that from, but he almost never stopped talking.
We went to the zoo on foot. The walk itself was interesting: at first Kyou absolutely refused to be carried by me, then he changed his mind and got on my shoulders (where he learned to use force, I had no idea). Then he got down again to chase smaller children around since there were a lot of families like ours outside that were heading towards the zoo just like us, so soon there was a one giant chaos in the street. In the process five toys were lost and four sandwiches were turned to dust.
'Will you let me feed the gorillas? And giraffes? Mummy, can I buy this? Daddy, mummy wont let me have that! Mummy, daddy said…' that was all I could hear after getting into the zoo. Since I didn't like animals much Kyou ordered me and Sakura around. He was just like me; he even began to use the "No buts." phrase.
Sakura seemed to be just as happy as him while chasing little lost puppies and trying to feed the animals. But both of us knew that this was probably the last normal weekend we're gonna have for a long while since even then my mind was stuffed with why's, no's, maybes and when-I-get-to-work's. That's why I hated mass murderers so much – they took every-day life away from me, taking my son with it.
The sooner I catch the freak, the better.
1 – As you can probably see, Kyou is a character made by me.
2 – Yes, I loooove small waves. Get used to them X3
P.S. I know Sasuke is a different person with his son, but that's the point. Love and children make as do crazy things, you know. But if you still hate it, let me know.
P.P.S. this chapter still wasn't long enaugh. Oh well, I'll just keep trying.
Again, one of the following:
a) if you liked my story, or at least found it readable, PLEASE review and tell me what was good about it, so that I could keep the good stuff there ^^
b) if you DIDN'T like the story, PLEASE, review and kick my ass for all those stupid mistakes I probably made, so that I can improve X3
c) if you ignored my story, which I hope didn't happen (I'd rather have 99 people to hate me and one person to like me, than have all 100 people ignore me), please, review and I'll come up with something else to write.
d) Just REVIEW and tell me all that you think – bad things, good things, annoying things, things you want to see happen and etc.
~ Bad Weather
