A/N: Yo!

A brunette male with a bandanna tied backwards around his head sighed with dejection as he swirled his drink.

"What's wrong? Rejected again?" asked his coworker and good friend who sat next to him at the bar.

Genma sighed again. "If you already know then why ask?"

"To rub it in," he replied without remorse as he turned a page in his bright orange book that he shamelessly read in public.

"You're a jackass, you know that, Kakashi?"

"The ladies dig it though. And unlike you, I have no trouble asking a woman out on a date."

Genma scoffed. "You think I need your advice on how to get into a lady's pants? You do remember who you're talking to, right?"

"Yes, I'm talking to the man who gave his love interest a second-degree burn by way of coffee." He turned another page, ignoring the crude looks he was getting from the bartender.

Thump

"I told you, I didn't mean to," Genma whined, his voice muffled by the bar top. "And I've already apologized to her so much that even the other employees are feeling sorry for me."

He raised his head from the counter. "Can you imagine that? Can you imagine how I feel? Having the people who work for you feel sorry for you? My image as the cool, handsome supervisor has been ruined!"

"But it is your fault." He turned another page before taking a sip of his sake. "I still don't know why you've surrendered your playboy ways for just one woman."

"That's because you don't know her!" Genma took a big swig of his beer before beginning his tirade. "She's like a breath of fresh air in an office filled with nerdy men who only know numbers! She's a lovely blossom who not only has beauty but also the brains to back it up! With her beautiful pink hair that looks so soft," he reached forward as if to touch it. "Her clear green eyes and her smooth skin."

Kakashi nodded absentmindedly just to humor the drunken man.

"And her body, oh her body." Kakashi slightly perked up that. "Her legs, her legs in those skirts that she sometimes wears. Oh god, how many times that I've come to those long, sinful limbs." Genma took another long drink. "Wrapped around my waist as I–." Thump

Kakashi pulled his attention from his lovely romantic novel to see that his friend had drunken himself into a stupor and had passed out on the bar. He just shrugged and continued his book, no need to fret over it.

But as he read, waiting for his friend and coworker to come to, he couldn't stop thinking about the words that he had spouted just before losing consciousness. Pink hair? Not something Kakashi usually went for. Green eyes? Absolutely exotic. Long, sinful legs, as Genma had described them? Definitely within his striking range.

Kakashi turned another page.

Maybe it was time to pay a visit to the accounting department.

Karin picked at her food with her fork, or more like stabbed at it, as she pondered the possibilities as she watched Sasuke play with their son.

Though unfaithful, Sasuke was a good father to their son, no doubt about that. So if he had an illegitimate child, how would he treat that child?

Karin's anger rose as she thought about it. It just made her blood boil.

Sure, Sasuke's had many affairs since their marriage started, actually even before their marriage–he was never one to stay in one place when it came to women–but never was there an issue of leaving a child behind. Sasuke was never that careless. He always used protection, even if he was drunk, high, or cross-faded.

The only time he didn't use protection was when he was too distraught over his brother leaving home. And that was how Ryuusuke came to be.

"You're going to break the plate if you cut the chicken any harder. What are we going to say to the restaurant about that, huh?"

Karin was startled out of her reverie at the slightly unexpected question. She looked back down at her plate and saw that there was indeed a more than shallow scratch where she was digging the knife into the plate after cutting through the chicken alfredo.

Sasuke looked up at his wife from making sure that his son wasn't making too much of a mess eating his spaghetti. He started on his own beef ravioli with tomato sauce as he asked. "Do you have something to say to me?"

Karin cleared her throat before eating a piece of chicken while shifting the penne around the plate to cover the slight crack. "I think the question is, do you have anything to say to me?"

"And what would that be?"

Karin grit her teeth. There was no reason to air out their dirty laundry here. "We'll talk about this later."

Sasuke gave her a cold look from under his eyelashes before returning to his food. Getting into an argument here would not be beneficial, especially since he quite liked the sauce they had.

Yes, they really knew how to handle their tomatoes here.

Sakura looked over at Rei as he quietly continued the drawing he had started at daycare while clearing the table of their simple dinner. He was kneeling at the coffee table with the TV on a cartoon at a low volume.

She thought about it. Where did he get his artistic talent from?

Sakura's been told many times that she was creative, but with words, not art. So where did he get it from? His father?

She paused what she was doing. Her brain had stopped working for a bit, so she had to wait a few moments for it to start running again.

She never really dwelled on what kind of person he was so it never really crossed her mind that he could've been an artistic person. Sakura didn't remember much from that evening or that night, so she can't quite rely on her memories to analyze what time of person he was.

Sakura continued clearing the table, putting the leftovers in tuperware and then into the fridge and then putting the dirty dishes into the sink before starting on them. As she washed them, she let her thoughts linger on Rei's father for a little longer before pushing it out of her mind.

She honestly didn't quite care who his father was as long as he grows up alright, and so far that was the case. Maybe she spoke too soon? What if Rei turns into a rebellious teenager who joins a gang and becomes a yankee and roams the streets at night, terrorizing the innocent and guilty alike?

Sakura laughed to herself. That would mean that Rei took after her rather than his father. She giggled. She was quite the troublesome teenager. But she had pulled her act together by the end of high school.

She reminisced about the times where she thought she was all that with her long uniform skirt that set her apart from the other girls who wanted to decrease the length of their skirts as much as possible. And when she beat people up with her bare hands until her opponent was all but a pulp of garbage on the ground.

"Mommy, why are you laughing?"

Sakura was pulled out of her reverie by her son's innocent question. She pursed her lips before thinking that her son didn't quite need to know about her not-so-normal past yet and so she looked over at him, seeing that he hadn't even looked up from his drawing, and said, "Mommy's laughing because she's thinking about how cute you were when you were a baby."

Sakura watched with delight as her little man froze, his cheeks and the tips of his ears tinting pink.

"Moooommmy!" he whined.

"What, hun? You don't like Mommy calling you cute?" Sakura continued her teasing as she put the last of the dishes onto the drying rack before wiping her hands on the kitchen towel as she made her way over to the living room. "But you're so adorable~!" Sakura squealed and promptly started smothering his tiny face with kisses.

"Moooommmy! Nooooooo~!" Rei tried to push his mommy's face away and couldn't help but start laughing. "Stop iiiiit!"

"Really? Really? Do you want Mommy to stop?" Sakura started another assault on his little tummy, tickling it with her long fingers.

Rei was no match for his mommy so he could only fall onto his back, laughing hard, slightly ruining the drawing he was working so hard on, the pencil he had in his hand, unintentionally drawing a squiggly line through the middle of it.

"Mo-mommy!" Rei's childish giggles filled the apartment alongside Sakura's feminine laughter.

"Ha! Rei, next time don't start a fight with Mommy that you can't win!" Sakura finished off with a raspberry against Rei's exposed stomach. She laughed as she looked down at his exhausted little body. "You are just too cute!"

Rei didn't have anymore energy to refute the claim so he let it slide. Just this once. Mark his words!

Ping Pong

Saukra looked up at the door. Who could that be?

"Mommy! Look what you made me do!" Rei exclaimed, distressed as he discovered the ugly line on his precious drawing.

Sakura raised an eyebrow at him. "Did Mommy really make you do that? Did she, really?"

"Yeeeees!"

Sakura shook her head, chuckling, as she got up to go get the door, checking through the peephole before excitedly opening the door, throwing her arms around her guest.

"Temari-senpai!" She squeezed her tightly before pulling back. "Why didn't you tell me you were in town!"

"Well I'm here now, aren't I?" The slightly rough-around-the-edges blonde smirked.

Sakura squealed before pulling her old friend into another hug before she was practically forcibly removed from Temari's person by Temari herself. "Wanna let me in now?"

"Oh right, come in, come in. Rei! Aunty Temari is here!" Sakura shouted into the apartment before ushering the blonde in, closing the door behind her.

"Hey, squirt. Miss me?" Temari asked as she ruffled the little boy's hair as he got up and hugged her around her legs.

"Hi, Aunty Temari," Rei smiled widely up at her. He finally go, fixing his hair as he knelt back down at the coffee table.

Temari took a seat on the couch before looking over Rei's should curiously, "Whatcha workin' on there?" Her yankee talk coming out slightly.

"Senpai," Sakura slightly scolded as she set down a glass of chilled sweet tea for her guest.

"What?" Temari responded with indignation before laughing. "Yeah, yeah, I know. 'Gotta speak normally around the little one'," she mocked the many times Sakura had reminded her.

Sakura rolled her eyes before looking at Rei's drawing, instantly impressed. "Ooo, what are you working on there, Rei?"

Rei carefully erased the misplaced stroke from his little tumble with Mommy before showing it to her and Aunty Temari proudly. "It's Mommy and me! At the park!"

And it was indeed 'Mommy and me. At the park.' Sakura could see the details on the bark on the large oak tree that distinguished the park near their apartment from all the other parks in the city. It was a large 150-year-old tree from the Edo period that provided really nice shade in the summer time and beautiful scenery of multi-colored red, orange, and yellow leaves in the fall. They've yet to see it in the winter as they haven't lived a winter in their apartment yet.

Sakura's fingers played with her necklace as her eyes moved from the tree to the two figures sitting at its base, the tinier one sitting in the lap of the bigger one. She could just see the wind blowing through the woman's– her– hair, and through the air, carrying with it, falling leaves. She could see the excitement in the little boy's–Rei's–eyes as he pointed up at a squirrel feasting on an acorn, slightly hidden in the branches of the large oak tree that stretched out above their heads. She could also see the love in her eyes as she spoke to Rei.

"Wow," Sakura all but whispered, still really amazed at her 4-year-old son's drawing.

"Who knew, Sakura-kouhai, you have a budding Picasso on your hands," Temari commented after giving a short whistle of appreciation.

Sakura gave her senpai a flat look before turning her attention back to Rei's drawing. But she couldn't deny that her son had talent. And a lot of it.

Maybe he did get it from his father, because there was no way that Rei could've gotten this from her.

A/N: Sakura has a yankee past! Kakakakakaka! I thought that it'd be really fun to throw that in. And for those who might not know what a yankee is, in this context, it's a Japanese gangster.

I hope you liked it!

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Updated – 4/5/2014