"Well, why did you do it Sasuke?"

"Obviously, he was taken advantage of!"

"Psh, how would that weakling take on Sasuke? He was just looking for some ass and the idiot let up. It just so happen he got knocked up."

"Sasuke... b-but... after all this time! Why did it have to be Naruto! Of all fucking people." Sakura snapped, stamping her feet. She whipped around to look at their friends. "Can you leave us alone for awhile. I need to speak to my boyfriend."

The group nodded and stood to leave the rec. room. They had all missed six period, might as well try to make it to last block. They would even do some damage control, even if it had only happen a hour ago it had to have spread. But Neji stopped in the doorway, "Sasuke. We've been best friends since diapers, I'm here for you and your dumbass. I'll text you later." He gave a faint smile and left.

Now, Sakura pulled up a chair directly infront of the raven, crossing her delicate legs. "Tell me right now how this happened."

"Well, I'm sure you know how it happened. Sex," Sasuke matched her glare.

"No shit. I mean when, where, why. Go." The pinkette settled into her chair. "From your answer, we can develop a story to scrap whatever is left of this relationship. Believe it or not, I really am fond of you." And the privileges of dating an Uchiha.

The Uchiha kept himself from gapping at the girl. She was seriously going to stay with him—after he got another person pregnant? But, he guessed that's what he liked about her in the first place, she would be able to keep up with him. That was what made her acceptable. She was a bitch. "Three weeks ago, the homecoming dance, and—" Why did he do it? "—I don't know."

"C'mon. Why did you do it? To hurt me? For fun? I deserve to know."

Sasuke scowled as he tried to think back to that night. But it was like there was a block squeezed into his mind and made it impossible. "Was it because of elementary school?" Sakura asked. The raven looked up at her, his scowl deeper. How dare she even suggest that.

"Hn, you're a mean one, Sakura. I haven't thought about that in years." He folded his arms over his chest. "So, no. That isn't why."

Sakura bit her bottom lip. "Huh, I was sure that was it. Anyway, are you actually sure he's pregnant? And even if he is, how can you be sure it's yours?"

The raven began to scowl again and closed his eyes. Because, he'd seen Naruto's face when he'd told him. The true and utter seriousness, the fear, the strange hope—but hope for what? It wasn't like it would be acceptable for them to get married, it would be best for Naruto to either go into hiding or... Sasuke blinked his eyes open, shaking himself from his thoughts. "If he's pregnant, I'm sure it's mine."

"Ugh, it's disgusting. A boy pregnant with a child. Ew," Sakura looked down at her nails. "Especially someone like him who comes from a broke and broken family to begin with. And you too? That kids gonna need real help." Sasuke ignored her insults and stretched, yawning. "Was it at least good?" What a petty girl!

"He's pregnant isn't he?" Sasuke smirked at how mad that little statement had made her. If she was so jealous, she could go get a baby too. "You're evil." Still, he laughed. This was the Sakura he knew and dealt with, she wouldn't change.

The woman sighed, rolling her eyes. "Really, of all people! That dead last loser. The least you could've done, since you were going to cheat, was pick someone worthy of you."

But if she only knew how worthy Naruto was. Much more worthy than any girl or boy Sasuke had ever seen or been with. It was more along the lines of Sasuke not being worthy enough for him. That idiot understood things that Sakura and their friends would never know. He'd realized the cruelty of the world from the time he took his first breath on earth, and had been breathing hardship ever since.

And now Naruto was going to have a child at 17 years old.

Sasuke watched Sakura flounce from the room. "Until further notice, we've broken up. It won't be permanent but it needs to be done for now." She flipped her long pink hair over her shoulder and left.

/O\/O\/O\/O\/O\/O\

"Oh, Naru-chan! Come, come feel." Kushina's sweet voice held a smile. She motioned for her blonde haired son to come closer. The boy hesitated at the door, unsure if he should go to his mother or not. "C'mon. He's kicking."

Finally, curiosity go the best of the 5-year-old and he stepped into the room, walking up to his mother. Kushina smiled and reach for his little hand, grabbing it and placing it upon her largely swollen belly, "Can you feel him?"

Naruto nodded, a grin breaking over his face. "Does it hurt?" He asked before thinking, now he pulled his hand back, embarrassed.

The red haired woman giggled as she leaned over to peck her son on the forehead. "Only sometimes and only a little. He's just strong, like his big brother and his father."

Almost on cue, Minato was kneeling next to his young child, hand on his head. "That's true. I bet he'll be just like our Naru." The blonde man laughed.

Naruto nodded and to prove he was strong, he replaced his hand on his mothers pregnant stomach, rubbing softly. It was oddly firm but seemed to cave under his gentle touch. For the millionth time, the child blushed but kept his hand in place. Minato and Kushina saw this and both shared an adoring look.

"We love you Naru-chan." Naruto looked up at his parents with big blue eyes. Then—

Naruto opened his blue eyes. He ran a hand over his face and felt the slight moisture that was beginning to develop at the ends of his eyes. Good thing he woke up before the faucet turned on. The blonde man swung his legs over the edge of his twin size bed, his feet touching the ground immediately. Even he was too tall for his bed.

He rose and was careful not to hit his head on the doorway, ending up in the bathroom. Naruto pulled his pants down and did his business, wondering if that was the reason why he had woken up. Whatever the reason, he was hungry now.

As Naruto was washing his hands, he saw the little object that had spiraled his life into hell. Well, more of a hell. The pregnancy test. All 50 million of them that he'd spent his rent money on. Because he had to be sure, he even had an appointment with Doctor Tsunade on Monday. Suddenly angry, the blonde knocked all the tests into the small little trash can and stormed out.

He wasn't hungry anymore. He fell ungracefully onto the bumpy cushions he called his couch—then he flinched and sat up. Could that have hurt the...? Fuck! Naruto pulled on his golden locks, squeezing his eyes closed. He couldn't support a child, he could barely support himself.

He lived alone, in a gloomy one bedroom one bath apartment, which he couldn't even afford. He got a discount because the owners, Teuchi and his daughter Ayame, had been close to his parents and let him stay for half price. That way he was able to pay for the bus to Konoha High and for clothing and food. Still, he barely scraped by. He had to work his butt off flipping burgers for Orochimaru, pulling double-shifts.

Now he would have a second mouth to feed and he wouldn't be able to work for much longer, once his condition got too noticeable.

Because there was no way he would abort the baby.

Naruto didn't care if the world was against him, he didn't care if people tried to change his mind, he didn't care if he was broke.

Most of all, he didn't care who the father was. Even if it was a bastard. The baby had been made between two people, but it took only one to bring him to the earth. This child would get the life he deserved, even if it was with another family—but it was too early to consider that. Naruto needed a way to get some cash, and soon.

There was a knock at the door. Naruto stood and moved to door, it was late at night. Only one person would be visiting, because it was late at night. The blonde opened the door and let Sasuke in, neither of them meeting eyes.

"I didn't know you knew where I lived." Naruto said when the silence had grown to much. They sat on the pitiful cushions, opposite sides of course.

"Hn. I asked Gaara," Sasuke answered, looking everywhere but at the blonde. "He gave me some pretty heavy implications. He said I should come see you as soon as I could make it."

"A week later?" The blonde chuckled bitterly. He didn't mean to, but his words were harsh.

The raven scowled. Here they go. "You haven't been coming to school. And if you do, you avoid me and leave early."

"For obvious reasons! You have your army after me." Konoha had been vicious ever since that damn outbreak in the lunchroom. Girls and boys alike could be mean, but it had to have tripled since it had been Sasuke he had been with. Jealousy was an ugly, ugly thing, and apparently so was Naruto.

Sasuke sighed, "I don't have any control over that." Which was a lie in a sense. A snap from his fingers and girls would topple over, so it was possible he could command the people to stop harassing the blonde.

"Whatever," The blue eyed man crossed his arms over his chest. "I would offer you tea but I've been fresh out for about a month."

"Why?" The Uchiha stood hastily and had to be careful not to hit his head on the ceiling. "I didn't know you didn't have the surgery. But you had to have known. You live like this—" He motioned to the apartment, "—and still wanted to bring a child into the world?"

Naruto scoffed. "Just because I don't live in a mansion does not make me an unfit parent. Plus, that makes it even more likely that I didn't have the surgery. I don't have the money to get it. You know that."

Damn, damn, damn. True, true, true. Sasuke sat back on the couch, his fists balled with anger, but anger at what? Himself? Naruto? The blooming child? God, "Why did you let me sleep with you?"

"Why did you want to sleep with me?"

Sasuke was very uncomfortable. Why, why, why. The answer wasn't clear to him yet, he could formulate anything. He just wanted to hit the idiot—in the face for making him so tongue-tied, like a child. That stupid blonde invoked too many emotions and memories. This couldn't end anywhere good, not when the two of them came together. Like it had been before, years ago, bad. Why had he slept with Naruto? "From the way you speak, you're keeping it?"

"Him."

Sasuke quirked a dark eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"Him, I'm keeping him." Naruto said. He had decided to have a son. Then he stood and moved to the door, opening it. "Goodnight."

"You want me to leave?"

"If we're done here, yes."

"We're never going to be done, dobe. I came here to try to support whatever decision you've made, my pride will not allow me to let you go this alone." Sasuke looked up at him with dark but sincere eyes. Of that, Sasuke was sure, he would help. "Do you want me to leave?" The blonde couldn't remember the last time they had spoken so much. Well, except for at the dance. But even then, not much talking had been done. Why, of all people, did it have to be Sasuke to knock him up? It could've been someone who wasn't so bastardly, so untouchable, so different. "Well?"

Damn it, the underlying meaning was in the ravens voice. Not really, not just because it was Sasuke, but just because Naruto didn't like being alone all the time. Since he'd been skipping school he hadn't had a lot of contact with many people. This would be classified under suicide, but Naruto shut the door. "I still hate you. So... much." Here goes the water works. "I freakin' hate y-you, Sasuke." Naruto slid to the ground, not wanting to sit next to the raven.

"I know." Sasuke wasn't sure what moved him, but he slowly crawled the short distance to the blonde, pulling him into his arms. Maybe it was appropriate. The smaller male was going to be having his child anyway. It was truly going to happen. No one could've predicted it, but this was the reality they would have to face. Even if they hated each other. "I'm sorry." The Uchiha mumbled as Naruto cried into his shirt. He even hit him a couple times, not that it really hurt or anything. "Truly, I am. If I could, I'd go back to the night—no, back to when we met—"

"Shut up!" The blonde pulled away, revealing his face damp once again. "Is that all you care about? I'm pregnant! Like, there's a baby in here." He put his hand over his own stomach. "I don't care how much history there is between us—and there's a hell of a lot—I just need to get him here safely. Can you just please help me with that?"

Without a thought, or with several thousand, Sasuke leaned down and pressed his lips against Naruto's. Frustrated, desperate, and passionate. Because it was Sasuke's turn to do something suicidal. But mostly because he knew he could never regret Naruto or anything he did. And Sasuke had known that since elementary school, when he discovered some blonde kid had declared the two of them eternal rivals.