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AMGR Chapter 8
DNON

She sat on her swivel chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, thinking.

She supposed she was a nice person, she hadn't done anything illegal besides the normality of ignoring the speed limit, she was a firm believer of justice, she believed in no sex before marriage and yet…she was the one stuck with something… oh excuse her, someone, inside her stomach.

She could have gone back to Tsunade and she could have demanded an abortion right there and then, but something had kept her from going.

Maybe she wasn't sure of her choice because of her upbringing, maybe she didn't want to listen to Ino bitch at her about "murdering," maybe she hadn't done so yet because she had formed an attachment with…that thing…

Now that was a purging thought. She prodded her stomach again, lately she had been fascinated with touching it, was there really someone there? She sighed and let go of her shirt, letting it fall back into place. She pushed her chair back and sighed feeling annoyed with her stomach.

She had the sudden urge to eat, and this time she knew it was because of the baby.

She mumbled, "Gee thanks, I decide to keep you…maybe… and you make me get up to feed you."

She walked over to her refrigerator and opened it in the hopes of finding something to satisfy her stomach.

The smell of Ino's stinky onions overpowered her nostrils. While her stomach churned, she chuckled as she tossed the onions into the trash; payback dear Ino. She closed the lid and walked away, the faint smell of onions still stuck in her mind.

She sat down on her sofa and turned on her TV. Flipping the channels, she waited for something to watch. Finally the rerun of Friend's came up. She sighed and placed her hands on her stomach as she propped her feet up on the couch. She closed her eyes and listened silently to the laughter behind the scenes.

Her nose had picked up the smell of the things that lay inside the bin. She tried ignoring it, but her mind kept nagging her. Her brain fidgeted, sending down impulses in the hopes of making her get up and throw the trash out for good.

She couldn't handle it anymore and stomped over to the bin and grabbed the bag, ready to toss it into the furthest closet. Her conscience took over and she roughly grabbed her keys and furiously strode across the room, making sure to keep one hand pinched over her nose "Stupid baby..."

She made quite a sight as she strode down the hall. "Sakura?" Tenten questioned.

Sakura held out the bag, and squeaked, "Onions."

Understanding the unnerving smell of onions, Tenten continued walking towards her room.

"Dobe, that's enough." Currently his ex best friend was drinking away his so called misery.

"Nooo…" his voice was slurring, "I'm almost happ hic- right now…"

He rolled his eyes and watched as his best friend continued to drown in the happiness of alcohol.

"You know hic I hateee you right hic?"

Sasuke sighed and placed a tired hand over his eyes, "Yes, you've mentioned it quite a few times and-" he was interrupted by the soon to be wasted Naruto.

"Sakura-chan hates hic you too, know why?"

Now, that statement came as a surprise. Ignoring the comment he was going to make earlier, he waited for Naruto to complete his thought.

Naruto stood wobbly on his feet as he gestured dramatically to make his point, "…No, it wasn't bechusee you fucked her mercilesslyy" he winced, "it wasn't because you're a bhash- turd, it was because," Naruto quieted and motioned for Sasuke to come closer.

Like hell he would listen to a drunk.

Naruto said in a hushed tone, "Naahh… itsh becush you hic knocked her up!" With that, Naruto slumped over, across the table.

The words hit him like a rocket. "…knocked her up?" He couldn't possibly mean that Sakura…was pregnant...and with his child?

He stood up looking at his ex friend slumped over, snoring.

Now he wasn't as heartless as every one thought he was. He didn't leave him there, instead he stole Naruto's phone number and dialed Hinata's number.

"Naruto-kun?"

"No, but your boyfriend is currently wasted, come get him."

With that he hung up.

…And then he left, taking the phone with him.

Fuck. He didn't know where her room was.

He dialed back.

Hinata picked up almost immediately, "Sasuke-san? Is that you?"

"What's Sakura's room number?"

"N-nani?"

Not wanting to get into further conversation he lied, "I have a book of hers and need to return it."

"223, b-but what's wr-" He hung up, knowing Hinata would surely come and pick up the washed out Idiot. He had other matters to attend to.

He would be lying if he said that what the Idiot had said hadn't bothered him, because it did. It bothered him…a lot.

He went over the speed limit as he drove past building after building; he ignored the cars honking at him as he eased into the narrow parking lot. He pushed his door open and sighed, anger evident in his eyes. He slammed the door close and strode across the grass; through the doors, into the elevator. His hands couldn't keep the anger in check as he punched the 2.

The doors opened and he walked through, ignoring the looks of the girls on that floor.

He heard one of them mention, "OoooOoo he looks angry! I would hate to be the one…" he didn't finish listening, but she was damn right, he was pissed, damned pissed.

He reached the door and pushed it open, the door banging against the wall.

He walked in and noted the homey feeling of the dorm. His dark aura clashed with scent of cinnamon.

She wasn't there, hell no one was.

Not having the reason of his anger there, he sat down on the couch that was still warm from the one who had occupied it moment's earlier, waiting in the dark.

Sakura was humming. She was feeling quite pleasant after tossing the bag. Her nose was quite happy and her stomach was no longer churning for she had taken a stop in the public bathroom.

If this was the most trouble that was caused by the fetus, than maybe, just maybe she would keep it.

She walked into the elevator and shuddered, feeling a dark atmosphere. She stopped at her floor smiling pleasantly at the girls who were waiting at the doors. She walked down the hall still humming.

Her hands turned the doorknob, and she mentally kicked herself for forgetting to lock the door, even though she had brought the key with her. She chuckled at her air headedness.

Her hands felt around in the dark for the switch that brought light into the dark room.

"Sakura." She whirled around, her scream caught in her throat.

Who was it? Was it a burglar? Murderer? Rapist?

She felt his palm push against her mouth, stopping any scream that might have been let out from her fright. She struggled with the intruder helplessly. She stomped her foot atop his, in vain, hoping he would release his hand. He didn't.

Instead he had reached over to turn on the lights.

She met a face, his handsome face.

He saw recognition hit her expression and he freed his hold on her. And suddenly her face fell, it grew embarrassed, scared, fearful. He had now time for this, he needed to know as quick as possible.

"Sakura." He repeated, waiting for her to speak.

"Sa-Sasuke-kun?" She was okay, she wasn't going to fall over dead or anything. He ignored her questioning stare and asked his question.

"I have heard things…rumors-"

She interrupted him, suddenly very angry, "What (poke). Do (poke). You (poke). Think (poke). You (poke). are doing here (pokepokepoke)!" she stressed, making sure each poke hurt him. "Who do you think you are? Barging in-" His lips were suddenly on hers, making her silent. Shocked.

He pushed away, still staying close, dangerously close to her. She could still feel his breath on her face.

What the hell was that? Her mind told her to run, and yet her feet stayed in place.

"Before I was interrupted, I was saying something," his voice was dark; his fingers ran up and down her arms.

She gained control of body and pushed him away, glaring at him.

"Get. Out."

He stayed rooted in place. "No."

"Yes…right now." She was in no mood to deal with him, and she was pissed…pissed that he ruined her good mood, pissed that he had gotten her pregnant in the first place.

He grabbed her wrists and glared at her.

She fidgeted. Did he…know? He couldn't know, Ino wouldn't tell, and neither would Naruto.

"I heard rumors…that you were pregnant."

Oh God, he knew…

She remained silent.

"So it's true?"

She remained where she was, not nodding, nor smiling, just standing there blankly. He took it as a confirmation.

There was silence as his eyes looked deep into hers, hoping to find an answer to a question he didn't want to ask.

There was nothing. Her eyes remained guarded.

"Who is the father?"

Now that was a slap to her face. Did he really think she was someone who slept around with many men? She was not a whore!

WHACK!

She acted so suddenly, he couldn't even stop the slap even if he had seen it coming.

She had wrenched her hand out of his and had slapped him. She was breathing hard and she knew he had to leave before she ended up murdering him.

"GET OUT NOW!"

"No, not until you tell me who the father is." He struggled with her flailing body. She seemed so determined to hit him, destroy him.

She wouldn't stop, so he pushed her against the wall; let his body press inch for inch against hers and pinned her arms above her head.

She was crying now and didn't even know it.

He saw the tears fall out of her eyes, and yet he pushed the question, "Who. Is. The. Father.?"

She turned limp-all the fight flushed from her body. She looked down, away from his face, "You are…" she whispered.

She felt his grip release her. "No…" he seemed to be in shock.

"No." he repeated. She remained there, nodding her head.

She looked up and saw that his face was hidden by his bangs. She inched away from him.

He took a deep breath before turning to leave the room. She sighed, thinking the worst was over.

Before he left, he paused, his fingers wrapped around the knob, "Get rid of it."

There was slight hesitation before he heard her voice, loud and clear, "No."

He left, closing the door behind him.

The door closed and she threw the glass vase towards it shattered, she slumped to the floor, sobs wracking her body

He flinched slightly when he heard the shatter.

Ino walked in and saw Sakura throw away the pile of glass.

"Woah…What happened?"

Sakura shrugged. Ino then took note of her weary face. "Are you all right?" she asked concerned for her friend.

She shrugged again, "I'm keeping the baby."

Ino smiled joyfully. Whatever had happened must have been for the better…

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