Disclaimer: I do not … own Naruto

I shall not own Naruto

But, today … I …shall… write Naruto

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(A/N Last time I wasn't very social, but thanks if you reviewed. I haven't checked yet. Still please R&R. This is my first fanfic ever.)

Chapter 2: Not your child

Sasuke sat in the clustered waiting area of Tokyo Hospital.(A/N That is a hospital right?) Breathing hard he noticed the amount of people around him. He looked at the clock. It read 11:23. He was somewhat amazed at how busy the ER was this late at night. (A/N Well duh. It's the ER)

To his right a woman was rocking back and forth on her chair in time with the clock.(A/N weird)

'Hope that's not me in the next hour or so.' Sasuke thought to himself.

Getting bored with the current situation, he averted his gaze towards a large white door only a few yards away from him. Only hours ago had
Sakura disappeared behind those doors. He sighed.

'The doctors are probably wondering where she got all those bruises from about now. I'm going to have to make something up. I should have some time to think of something.'

"Mr.Uchiha," Sasuke's gaze switched to look at a nurse who was about in her thirties he thought. "The doctor will see you now." Just then he swore his heart skipped a beat. Apparently he had less time than he thought he did.

The air was cool for a summer night. The lights of the city of Tokyo depraving its people of the right to see the stars. Subaku no Gaara (A/N He rocks!) walked idly through the city streets, sea green eyes glaring at whoever dared look his way. It sickened him really. They knew who he was, yet they still risked their lives as long as they died with no respect for him. It was true that his father was the leader of one of Tokyo's most dangerous gangs, Shukaku, but he didn't like to use it to his advantages. Though threatening society with power every once in a while wasn't so bad. A scowl found its way on to his face, twisting his features. His thoughts were becoming more and more like those of his father.

Everyone at the base had somehow found a way to get something to do that night. His sister, Temari, went out to some club. His brother, Kankurou, well he wasn't really sure what he was up to. Thinking about this brought him to another thought. Why was he out here again? Roaming Tokyo wasn't exactly his ideal way of spending a Tuesday night. Soon realizing that he had no destination in mind, Gaara just allowed himself to walk. It had been awhile since he'd actually gone somewhere. His legs trudged on. Unconsciously leading him to her house.

'Sakura' he thought.

Sasuke had endured enough of this. Every five minutes someone walked up to him, and they suddenly started talking about how he would be able to see Sakura. Then, they somehow got into the subject of 'Are you alright?' or 'Is there anything that you want to talk about?'. Half the time he just stared at them, as for other times he just fidgeted uncomfortably. One of the nurses had even found the nerve to ask if she could get him a laxative guessing that he was constipated, and that was the end of his self-control. In simple terms, he was pissed. So when he finally had reached the room where Sakura was being held, he couldn't help but feel relieved. Especially since he had come up with the, in his own opinion, perfect situation to explain everything. Sakura had been carrying laundry upstairs and lost her balance making her fall down the stairs, but he didn't know why she had reacted to the fall the way she did. Well at least most of it was the truth. After all she had carried laundry upstairs, and he really wasn't sure why she appeared to have been having a seizure.

"Well, what do you think? Is she going to be alright?" Sasuke asked worry dripping from every word that he spoke. The woman who stood in front of him found it obvious that he spoke of the pink haired female who lay in a small cot behind her unconscious. She stood there staring at him as if he were some kind of disease. His explanation had made sense, but she'd handled abusive husbands before and for some reason her gut kept telling her that he was lying.

"There's nothing to worry about pertaining to her injuries. A few bruises here and there, but nothing too serious. Although, she should stay in bed for a while. There are some bruises along her spine. The bleeding that you spoke of was only from a small gash along her forearm, and the crack you heard was only her left arm being dislocated by the force of impact to the floor. Don't worry I relocated it. Still, there is one other condition."

"What's the other condition?" Sasuke refused to admit to himself, but he was scared. Every awkward thing that had happened to her that night had been explained allowing him to be a little more at ease, but there was another condition that the doctor in front of him didn't seem willing to talk about. Meaning that it must be serious, maybe even fatal.

'No! It can't be fatal. She said that there was nothing to worry about. She wouldn't have said that if there was anything like that wrong with Sakura.' Sasuke thought, desperately trying to convince himself that everything was just fine. The woman turned her head away from him and began to stare at her patient behind her. To hopefully help calm his nerves he took this time to take in his surroundings and the woman in front of him. The room was small with white walls, that could make you see spots if you stared to long. The porcelain tiled floor only added to the rooms demeanor. Sakura's examiner still stared at her blankly.

Her forehead was adorned by a small gem(A/N What is that thing anyway?) and her eyes a light hazel. She turned back to him, her golden locks swaying with her, a serious expression on her face.(A/N Okay we all know this is

Tsunade. So let's just call her that.)

"Maybe you should have some rest before I even think about giving you that information." Tsunade finally spoke up.

"I'm her husband! I think I have the right to know what the hell is wrong with her."

Sasuke had lost his patience a long time ago, and now this so called expert was telling himthat his wife's health was none of his business. Tsunade sighed, she really wasn't in the mood for this. All she wanted to do was head home and have a nice bottle of sake.

"Your positive you want to know right this instant."

Sasuke opened his mouth to speak but Tsunade held her hand up.

"Fine, I get the point." She stated blandly. "But, … don't say I didn't warn you." She said, her voice now taking on a much softer tone. "She … Sakura … Your wife, she's pregnant."

Those words confused him. He wasn't sure if he should be glad or mad. (A/N Don't get mad get glad! Man I'm a loser. Hahaha! Anyway back to the story.)

"She – she – she's pregnant?"

"Yes. Unfortunately though … when we told her this she got a little to frantic for my liking. So, I decided to run a few tests."

"What! Is she okay? Is there something wrong with the baby?" Sasuke began to panic. Had his beatings affected the child in any way?

"No, nothing's wrong."

"(sigh) You don't know how long I've waited for this. I mean the last thing I want is-."

Sasuke stopped himself, realization etched in his mind.

"Wait a minute. You just told me that something was 'unfortunate'. What's so unfortunate about this."

Tsunade took in a deep breath as she walked over to her desk. Hands running through her hair she started shaking her head.

"What the hell is so unfortunate about all of this?" Sasuke continued to yell. Tsunade began rubbing her temples, she could just feel a headache coming on. Looking towards her patient her hazel eyes met emerald ones.

"Your awake." She whispered to herself. Coming to the conclusion that Sasuke hadn't realized yet she chose to hold her gaze with the flower that was her patient.(A/N I use that word 'patient' way too much.) Sakura's eyes were begging for something, but Tsunade didn't know what exactly. Sakura took her hand and placed it over her stomach ever so slightly so Sasuke wouldn't notice. Tsunade felt as if her heart had been torn in two, as she mouthed the words 'I have to.'

Sakura's eyes had held some hope in them that he wouldn't find out. Though once she had shown Tsunade that she understood she knew all hope was gone. Tsunade turned back to face Sasuke causing his rantings to come to a stop.

"Are you going to answer me?" was all he said.

Tsunade stood tall, trying to erase any trace of pain that remained on her features. She felt Sakura's eyes boring into her neck, and it almost made her cry knowing what she was about to do.

"As I'm sure you recall, I told you that I ran some tests. The child that your wife is carrying … well just to make this short, the baby … it's not yours."

"WHAT!"

A/N Yaaaaay it's a cliffhanger, or at least I think so. Anyway about the last chapter I'm sorry about the whole Sasuke's abusive thing all you Sasuke fans. Let's just say that he had a bad day, came home and somehow found out that his wife was cheating on him. Still please R&R and I don't know when I'll be able to put up the third chapter, so don't give up on me. I BEG YOU!