I Do Not Own Naruto

Chapter 2

Sasuke stared at the gates of the village, he could go straight to the apartment he knew Sakura and Sarada to be residing in at the moment. Or… he could just go to the dobe and drop off the information he had gathered so the council couldn't hassle him about not giving the intel promptly. He decided on doing the latter rather than the first because he did not whatever time he would have with his wife and daughter interrupted. A quick question of the date had him knowing it was Himawari's birthday when he was told the date.

Well, if he was the dobe, he'd be at his daughter's birthday.

Sasuke decided heading over to the dobe's home was probably the best first move he could make to drop off the intel. Once it was dropped off he could go home and give his wife and daughter his undivided attention. Hopefully Sarada was still awake so he could at least say goodnight to her.

Strange, the things one thought of after being gone for about a year, perhaps a little longer than a year. Especially when one had not been around, near or with their family since that week a year and a half ago. Not even reacting to the glares he received he walked to the dobe's home. Reaching the door he did the polite thing though as he reached up with his hand at the door. It had been replaced recently, at least from what he could see.

Everything was unusually quiet for a birthday, his own family birthdays had been large, happy affairs.

No matter, he shook the thought from his head as he pressed the button on the doorbell. The sound was rushing, slamming feet of a child alerted him to the coming person. The door flying open and the first thing he saw was a mini blonde dobe; dobe jr.; coming flying at him fist ready. Reacting on instinct he caught the smaller fist before it could make contact with his face. Dobe jr.'s eyes widened as he stumbled back from his attack. Sasuke was not amused with these antics from an angry version of a young dobe; however he did not sense the same fool in this dobe.

"I-I'm sorry. I thought you were my dad," dobe jr. informed him. His eyes narrowed then as he decided to step into the house, into the shadows to strike the fear of Kami into this brat.

"You're Naruto's son?" he stated in a question as he scowled at the brat. "What is your name?"

"Uzumaki Boruto…" the boy trailed off as he stared at him with wide eyes. Sasuke said nothing then as he looked the boy over; definitely a dobe jr. in the making. The light flipped on then taking away his fear factor; to his disappointment as he looked up at an older version of Hinata walking out of a room. She looked tired, he looked at the boy then; well, he had an indecisive opinion of the dobe jr. now.

"Is that you, Sasuke?" she asked with a genuine smile. He didn't return it though as he shifted his attention to her.

"Is Naruto here?" he asked flatly. What the hell was this? Birthdays were special, and it was Himawari's birthday unless he had his dates mixed up; again. But he didn't think he had them mixed up.

"I think he's still at the Hokage's office," Hinata provided.

"I see…" he looked around, he didn't think he was wrong about the dates of today so what was going on? "Sorry to bother you."

Walking down the road he spotted a relic from the past. Picking it up he sighed, the dobe had clearly messed up something, maybe his and Hinata's marriage was falling apart. No, Sakura would've been writing him frantically if that was the case. Sasuke sighed, it appeared he'd have to go check up on the dobe before going home. This was becoming a long ass night and he hadn't even made it home yet.

Making his way through the night he walked up to the Hokage's office and made his way through the eerily empty and silent office. It was always so busy here, it was weird that it was quiet now. Sasuke walked to the open door, he threw what he had stolen into the room at the dobe's head. Maybe he'd get lucky and hit the idiot in the head.

Naruto's dull reflexes still caught it though.

"Hm? What's this?" he asked.

"A gift from Kaguya's palace," he answered walking through the cracked door.

"Sasuke!" Naruto grinned at him with an exhausted look. Sasuke took in the overflowing office and was suddenly really glad his stupid idea of being Hokage hadn't come true. In the famous words of Shikamaru 'what a drag'. Naruto unrolled the stolen scroll then.

"I'm getting a bad feeling about this," Naruto sighed as he looked at the maddening scroll. Sasuke walked up to the desk as he looked around the office; he didn't think it was ever this… full.

"I can't even read it with my Rinnegan," he admitted. "There's also this guy who worries me. He didn't follow me though."

"Well, I guess I'm not going home," Naruto huffed. Sasuke quirked his hidden brow then as he analyzed the dobe. He had an ida of what had happened now, the dobe was busy and probably forgot the birthday. "Let's figure out what this scroll says."

"Oh, yeah," he grumbled. Sasuke just wanted to go home! He was not sticking around, however, he had one last thing to give the dobe before he went home. Pulling the jacket he had kept under his stump then.

"Why do you have it?" Naruto asked.

"I picked it up on the way here," he shrugged.

"Oh," Naruto mumbled.

"I also met your son" Sasuke said coldly. This got the dobe's attention. "He seems just like you when you were young."

Naruto looked startled and then saddened as he looked at the tattered jacket.

"Well, he's nothing like how I used to be. He's a lot more like you when you were young," the dobe said. Sasuke stiffened; he sincerely doubted it. "No I take it back… He's different from you as well. The clothes he wears look brand new. I guess we're just behind the times."

"You're wrong," he stated simply. They were not behind the times really, if anything, this generation was just brattier in his mind. "The soul of a shinobi remains the same." As Itachi had taught him. "That applies to your son too."

"I doubt it," Naruto chuckled. "By the way, I think I win this contest."

"You're one to talk, dobe," he chuckled as he left then. Finally!

Freedom!

He was going home, he was going to his wife and his daughter now. He was going to enjoy his time here before he set off in his quest to find the Ōtsutsuki Clan. Once he was free, which was all he was really working for, he had plans to steal Sakura away for a few months with him.

Walking down the lit street as he thought of seeing his wife and daughter, it wasn't that late into the night yet. He had time to enjoy their company before Sarada would go to bed and he'd get his hand on Sakura… the delicious thoughts were already swirling in his mind when he noticed the trashcan.

Not again.

Sasuke decided to let the dobe jr. try to attack though. A flash bang and a launched blonde projectile came at his head. He treansported back a few steps to outwaited dobe jr. who stepped out into the middle of the street then.

Dobe jr. was a real moron.

Sasuke materialized behind dobe jr. and knocked his feet out from under him. Like the dobe, he thought. Dobe jr.

The boy stood up with a look of hero worship in his eyes as he dusted himself off. Sasuke overlooked the young preteen; he could see the brand new Naruto had spoken of.

"You're amazing! You used to be my dad's rival, right?" Sasuke now visibly over looked the dobe jr.

"I get it now… Brand new, huh?" he grunted. He saw a spoiled brat before him, and he was not impressed. What the hell had Naruto done to screw up this badly?

"Please make me your disciple! There is something I want to bring down, no matter what it takes!" Sasuke was startled a bit, now he could see something beyond the spoiled brat; he was seeing the dobe sr.'s spirit now.

"Can you do the Rasengan?" he asked.

The boy looked baffled, then disappointed. Well, maybe all it would take to nudge on dobe jr. to get him going back in the right direction and past spoiled brat.

"If you can't, you cannot be my disciple," Sasuke shrugged as he walked home again.

"That's a piece of cake!" dobe jr. shouted at his back.

Naruto, that contest earlier…

Isn't over and decided, yet; he mused as he continued home. Sasuke was amused though as he dismissed the younger dobe from his mind and walked to his wife's apartment.

Pulling out the key to the Sakura's and Sarada's apartment he slid the key into the lock, carefully he flipped the lock. However, the door was thrown open again as he was greeted with the excited, wide, onyx eyes of his daughter who was giving him a grin that reminded him a bit of Madara with it's crookedness as she tackle hugged him.

"Dad! You're Home!" Sarada squealed. He saw pink peek out of the apartment when he swung Sarada around and to her feet; she was a lot heavier now than when she had been two and doing this. He looked at his smiling wife, her spring colored eyes were shining and he couldn't look away from her then.

"Sasuke! I'm glad you're home!" she chuckled. "I didn't tell Sarada of your arrival because I wanted it to be a surprise for her," she whispered as he was dragged back into the apartment by the twelve year old girl.

"Aa," he managed as he tried to listen to Sarada and all her excitement as Sakura pulled out a dinner for him. He was pulled off his cloak, kicked off his shoes and sat at the table, it was a wonderful feeling to feel like he was home again as his girls joined him at the table. Sarada was talking as quickly as her mother could, he noted the four thick books on jutsus scattered on the table, also there were three medical scrolls; Sakura and Sarada were busy women, he mused as he ate and listened.

"Aright, time for bed," Sakura informed their yawning daughter.

"But mom! It's only midnight!" Sarada whined.

"I know the time Sarada, however, it's late, and you have training to get up for tomorrow; or is that a lie?" Sakura queried as she poked their daughter's center brow.

"Oh right, dad…" Sarada's tone was suggestive then. He lifted a brow and inclined his head to her to show she had his undivided attention. "Would you mind teaching me about the Sharingan?"

"No, we'll train tomorrow afternoon," he decided. It was time she at least learn to control the gift; as Sakura insisted the damn Sharingan was a gift; the gift she had rather than letting it control her.

"Yes! Night mom! Night dad! Love you!" she declared as she skipped off to her room. Ten minutes later he knew she was out like a light. Now Sasuke reached out to his exhausted looking wife and toyed with a short strand of her pink hair before tucking it behind her ear.

"I'm home," he informed her, she smiled broadly then as she stood up and slid into his lap. Naturally he slid an arm around her waist as her arms came around his shoulders and she rested her brow on his as she sat there smiling.

"Yes you are, now prove it Uchiha, I've missed you," she demanded. Ask, and ye shall receive, he mused darkly as his mouth captured hers' again and Sakura's fingers were lovingly entwined with his hair.

It was after a shredded clothing, few scattered books, the discarded medical scrolls, a broken plate and shattered glass later when they found themselves sprawled out on the table, he in her, and she stroking his head. Sasuke was content to stay right where he was when she started chuckling.

"Hn?" he grunted as he lazily began suckling on her exposed breast; he was pretty sure he had ruined her shirt and bra but he didn't care.

"Oh, nothing; this just makes me think of when we were young," she sighed. He pulled himself up then.

"We're not old," he informed her flatly and hoisted her up. Sakura chuckled as she wrapped her naked legs around his hips and brought her arms around his neck then.

"No, but we're certainly not supposed to be horny teenagers going at it on the dining room table," she whispered as she blushed.

"Then we'll go to the bedroom," he decided. Her head fell back as she gave a throaty laugh which turned into a soft groan as he sucked her pulse then and stumbled to her room. They fell onto the bed and again his mouth was on hers as she pulled him close to her.

That's all for now folks.

Enjoy Dobe Jr.