Now as you all darn well know, this is an Obito/Tobi aware fanfic and I'm sorry about that. Some people aren't happy about that apparently but not only do I like the 'Tobito' theory but it is also compulsory for my story.

I also will reveal that yes I am using a lot of mainstream pairings... I like them, so there XD

Chapter nine: A few months later… - Flowers from friends. Sakura receives love and care from unexpected places…

During the night, Sasuke was handled by a guard or two, who would carefully take him out of the toilet and then he would be strapped into a bed, which was in another cell, separate to his sitting one.

Tonight he was being handled by Kakashi, much to his dismay. A few months ago sakura came to him out of the blue and stated that Kakashi was to be the godfather of their child. He had protested strongly against it, but after her insistence and constant nagging he finally gave in, and that's not to mention, the few outer opinions on the matter that he later received from Naruto and Hinata. Everyone but him seemed to think it was a good idea. He was the only one who knew why he didn't want this though.

"I can't believe they're going to let you contaminate my kids mind! I won't allow it! I want that kid to grow up to be as oblivious as I was, and I don't want him to ever, EVER learn how to use what he's got!" He shouted.

He rolled his eyes at him and explained to him once more:

"I'm not permitted to teach him 'those' sorts of things. Its power is so feared by now that even I have been forbidden to use it, unless under severe circumstances. "He replied sharply.

"I don't care! I don't want you around my kid at all! You'll just brainwash him into hating me!" he kicked with all of his slowly diminishing might and narrowly missed a rather sensitive region.

"Hey, watch it! I'm doing everything in my power to not fuck with your mind right now! Is it really that revolting to you that I'm trying to help?" he asked, exasperatedly, strapping his legs down extra tight.

Sasuke shouted at the friction caused by the ropes and spat in Kakashi's direction.

"If trying to help me means hitting on my girlfriend, and then trying to father my child then fuck off, I'm happy with what I've got already thanks!" He hissed.

Kakashi rubbed his face, knowing that he would soon have a headache after this. He didn't reply and left the room promptly, only just remembering to lock it before hurrying out of that entire area. Sasuke was like a horse brought to water… one that's convinced that the water is poison.

It had been this way ever since the first mention of Kakashi and Sakura's arrangements had been made. It not only was violent, annoying, and ongoing but it was also rather drawn out and seemingly forced… this behaviour of his. It was as if, although he knew they needed the help, he was so mortified that he just had to make his opinion known at any given moment. It was like he was a little kid, writhing and screaming and complaining and even crying in frustration at times, purely because he didn't like Kakashi.

"That has got to change someday…" He muttered, knowing full well that it just might not.

He made his way up the steps and entered the living room of the house attached. Hinata smiled and waved to him, having heard most of the argument from below.

"I can make some lunch, if you'd care to stay a bit." She offered, and as she said that she got up and left for the kitchen.

He didn't feel comfortable eating at someone else's house, but he stayed, hoping that he could just eat and get home as fast as he could. Hinata poked her head out, as if she was still awaiting a reply.

Seeing an opportunity to get out of there he shook his head and apologised.

"I'm sorry, I just need to go home and rest right now. It's nothing personal of course." He explained. She nodded, understanding, and he made his way out the door. She looked on at him, worried.

"Naruto, they always fight so much. Won't that complicate things even further?" she sighed.

Naruto was forcefully absorbed in work that he had been putting off for the past six days and couldn't pay any attention to her. If he had just done it when she had told him to, then he wouldn't be this disorganised and rushed all the time. They might even have time to make plans for their own lives, which at the moment seemed to have been put on hold for the sake of this horrible crash-course he had been forced to endure.

She let it slide though, knowing that he would eventually learn better. She gingerly approached the door to the dungeons and wondered if it was a good idea.

The last time she had gone down there, Sasuke had sensed her ill judgement of him, and he had a fit. She didn't necessarily think any better of him, but for Sakura's sake she thought she might at least see if he was hurt.

"Ah-ah… No! Get away from that door!" Naruto 'commanded' as if he were talking to a dog.

He didn't mean to sound so degrading, but she understood the pressure he was under at the moment, and how it caused him to be abrupt and curt all the time.

"You'll get yourself hurt again. You need to stop doing that, it's kind of counterproductive." He continued before ferociously returning to his work. She sighed again and decided that a trip down to visit sakura was a better idea.

At Sakura's place, she was currently being cared for by a friend or two, as her body and mind had become badly affected by the hormonal changes. During her early months she was able to escape them at the best of times, but eventually they kicked in before disappearing for a while. Now that her due date was drawing nearer they had come back and were giving her hell.

"Wow! I saw a foot!" the blonde exclaimed, examining Sakura's belly as she rested on the couch.

"Yeah, he's a kicker. All he does is wrestle with himself in there." She lightly complained, although she found it cute.

'It really feels weird having another person inside me." She added.

Temari, her friend, paused and held back a few sniggers. A mischievous glint in her eye caught Sakura's attention.

'Hey! Whoa! Not like that you sick perverted woman!" she laughed, tossing a tissue box in her general direction. Temari blocked it and continued to laugh with her.

A knock on the door interrupted them.

"Come in!" Sakura called.

"Are you sure?" a voice called back. It wasn't who she thought it was.

"Huh?" she muttered.

"Who's that out there?" she called. It was odd for her to have visitors from around town. Temari got up and decided to answer the door for her.

"It's me, it's… oh… Temari…" His face dropped even further than it already was as the blonde answered the door.

Temari took one uninterested look at him and then closed it again.

"It was no one, they left." She called back to sakura.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" she cried.

"Another prank…" she grumbled.

'Excuse me, but TEMARI YOU'RE A BITCH. Let us IN for fuck sake, we actually have something for sakura!" a female voice piped up.

Sakura's eyes widened and she stopped breathing for a minute. If that was the annoying female voice that she thought it was, then she was most definitely NOT letting them in her house.

"Go AWAY, Ino! We don't want your ugly presence!" she shouted. What the hell could Ino have for her?

The thinner blonde opened the door and pointed at her, enraged.

"This was Shikamaru's idea not mine! I'm not coming in there, he is! So just shut up!" she shouted. Shikamaru sighed and looked at sakura apologetically.

Sakura and Temari both rolled their eyes. Sakura beckoned Shikamaru to enter. She didn't have anything against him at least, although Temari seemingly did.

"Hey… sorry about her, I told her not to follow me. She insisted on coming along to make sure I wasn't 'up to no good'." He explained.

He set down a little planter next to her.

Sakura and Temari stared wide eyed at the pretty little pink flowers and then up at Shikamaru, who looked so out of place, and awkward.

"She didn't like that I was giving another person flowers, but when she told me why she hadn't sold them, I just had to. With all the crap you've been through you deserve a bit of lightening up." He explained, his eyes closed, and his face turned as if to hide his awkward blush. He wasn't used to pleasing women, seeing as he normally offended them somehow, but he was doing well so far from what he could sense.

"Oh my god, Shikamaru! Thanks! I actually didn't know you cared!" she exclaimed drawing nearer to the little planter admiring the beautiful blossoms once again.

"Well I do actually. You'd be surprised, a lot of people care about you. We just don't know how to act around you. It's awkward… and troublesome." He muttered, still feeling out of place. He backed away slowly, hoping that he wasn't being too curt.

"We all wish you the best of luck… you know… with the baby. At first I'll admit everyone thought you were crazy, but I guess we've all sort of looked at it more maturely since then." He admitted. He received an icy glare from Temari who seemed to be waiting for him to leave, and sakura sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, oh well. I hope the best of luck comes to me. You can go now if you want! Don't feel like you have to stay here. You look so unhappy!" she laughed. He laughed too and turned around to leave not saying anything more. And angry, jealous Ino awaited his return at the door.

She stuck her tongue out at Sakura before closing the door behind the two of them and leaving.

"Wow, you're getting a lot of visitors today. Before we know it you'll be giving birth and the hospital won't have enough room for all the people who come to see!" Temari joked.

"I sure as hell hope not! I want to be left alone when I give birth! Two or three people tops, I just don't see why a huge crowd would want to stick around to watch me push a baby out of my body." She grumbled. It wasn't a nice image, but she knew she was going to have to go through with it.

She stole a glance at the flowers. The planter had been changed, so it appeared that Ino had actually taken her advice to save those same flowers for someone special enough. Perhaps it was her own luck, or maybe it was a coincidence, but she was glad to see their cheerful little petals once again.

Another knock on the door was heard.

"Is it another flower delivery?" Temari called out, almost expecting Shikamaru to have come back.

"No… I don't buy flowers. It seems a bit cliché don't you think?" Kakashi raised an eyebrow at the notion of him bringing flowers. He didn't even bring flowers for Obito….

His heart sank as he thought of Obito. He was still coming to terms with the fact that he had been Tobi's identity. He wasn't the type to believe rumours like that back when they were rumours but in the end it was all true. The fact that Obito has changed as he had disgusted him.

Although, in his mind, now that he knew about the Uchihas, he wondered if Obito knew about the plans of his clan in the same way Itachi knew at that age. He couldn't help but wonder if he was actually a friend or if he was just… acting… like the rest of them.

"Obito." He whispered.

"Well are you going to stand out there, or do we have to invite you in? My god, men are annoying!" Temari called out.

Kakashi snapped out of it and proceeded to enter.

"Sorry guys, lost in thought… I normally am" he explained, a little embarrassed. He was drawn to look at the pot of flowers beside Sakura's couch.

"Oh, so I see that miss superiority stepped down enough to let you buy a few flowers." He stated. She shook her head and explained;

"Shikamaru insisted that Ino take them to me. She told him what I had said and decided that I deserved them to begin with." She said, still trying to get used to the idea of other people caring about her.

"Oh, wow, really?" he said, truly astonished that somebody as remote as Shikamaru cared, particularly after being so close with someone like Ino.

He sat down on the couch as sakura made a bit of room for him. He and Temari began to converse somewhat, while sakura admired the flowers.

She had missed them, whenever she passed that flower shop, she couldn't help but miss them. Their cheerful, pink, delicate petals, glowing in the sunlight from the window were a sight to be enjoyed. They didn't appear to have any sort of aroma, but that didn't matter as it was compensated for by the simple but pretty shape and emotion that they held.

Perhaps, she wasn't an outcast like she thought she was. Perhaps people were like Kakashi and were more concerned for her than they were judgemental. She had become so paranoid and self-hating that she had turned a blind eye to the worries and concerns of other whom although had no understanding, truly cared about her.

She felt herself grow rather tired and began to fall asleep.