Baby o' Mine

Chapter One

-Don't Foreget the Willows

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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I don't own Sasuke, I don't own anything, actually, since I'm a minor and I have no legal rights. I do, however, like writing, so...that's how it all goes, y'know?

Notes: I got 14 reviews....wow, whats a guy to do? Erm...I think I'll add little scenes from their...spark, maybe it'd be fun.

*Music while reading: Butterfly-Japanese Digimon opening*

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~Sasuke's inner dialogue~

Seven year...seven years since he disapeared. I don't know why it all just blurs sometimes, why I feel something in my gut clench, telling me that there was a reason... I can't except that; I have to know what happened, what did I do that scared him out of the village?

So, what do I do? I become a hunter-nin to find him, Naruto. I never knew how much I needed him until he was gone. I'd always assumed that we'd each go our seporate ways eventually, that I'd be able to handle not being able to touch him, kiss him into silence when he's being obnoxious. How wrong I was; that first week was like putting your hand over an open flame and listening to it sizzle.

Iruka, Sakura, Kakashi and I spent half a year looking for him without success, without even any leads. How on earth does a loud mouthed, blond haired whisker face teenager go un-noticed like that?

He may have used the transofmation Teqnique...but we didn't find any trace of any ninja in any of the area's we looked, no special teqniques, not anything. Sakura was the first to stop looking, then Kakashi, Iruka had another batch of students to teach to be Genins...but me, I never stopped looking. Every village I visit I look for the blond haired boy, now man, that disapeared all those years ago.

The others must have guessed at what had happened between us, I saw the looks that went between them when they thought I wasn't looking, the gentle hurt in Sakura's face after a time. How could they have not figured out that I...I loved him so much? I did love him...something that I for a time couldn't even think to imagine.

Now to find him and tell him.

~End thought Process~

The lone man, twenty-two year old, walked down the road with a calm assurance that told to world that whatever it threw at him he'd seen before. This was the way that Uchiha Sasuke wanted others to see him, as the invincable Ninja. In the distance he could see the makings of a small village, smoke from fires crept through the sky and dissapated in the breeze.

He could avoid the town easily, find a clearing and hunt for something to eat, but the thought of a bowl of ramen suddenly became too much for him to resist. Stepping into the cobblestone road, he looked around the mostly un-advanced town, where the shops were mostly made of stone and wood; it nearly seemed like it was a cut out from an old book.

Dark eyes, black hair, a headband; the people around him seemed to avoid him, ducking away into corners and gazing at him with frightened eyes. Sasuke frowned, not for the first time a little surprised that villagers would fear a man who walked into the village.

It seemed that these close-nit communities tended to band together and avoid outsiders as if they carried some horrid disease, unless they had money that would directly influence their lives. The corner of Sasuke's lip quirked up for a second before he headed towards the closest resteraunt, hopefully to get a bowl of Ramen.

He'd never really been too fond of the noodles and broth, since he could cook better tasting things for himself, but when Naruto had impromptuly decided to spend nearly all his free time over at Sasuke's it had been a 'You have to do this to keep the blond from whining like a baby' thing. Ramen had been just one of those things, messes just seemed to form around Naruto though, and it was all Sasuke could do to keep from 'Dobe! I don't like this! *booted out the door*'

Smiling almost imperceptively at the memory, he walked into the little diner, and settled at the bar. Ever since Naruto had nearly force fed him the obnoxious concoction of flavor and texture, Sasuke had settled on having it once in a while. Today felt like one of those days...

Red haired and noticably bubbly, the waitress came up to him, placing a menu in front of him and smiled. "Hey hun, what'll it be?" She was on the older end of the waitressing spectrum, maybe late forties to early fifties hidden behind a large sheen of make-up.

Sasuke shook his inspection off and settled on glancing at the menu, "Water and ramen, please." He said, handing the menu back. He'd never liked waitresses too much, too eager to serve for his tastes, always sent him on a nerve whenever he stepped into a resteraunt. Something in him was still on edge, even after the waitress left, and after years of being a ninja he'd discovered that trusting ones instincts was a safer way to live than not.

Watching the waitress, she put his little slip of paper on a spindula and tapped a bell. A dark skinned hand grabbed the note, a slight chuckle, and then a sweep of sun-gold hair passed through the slot window into the kitchen.

Sasuke's eyes widened slightly, and he gracefully stood and walked to the side so that he could see the mass of blond. The mans back was turned to him, but he wore a blood orange shirt and had part of his hair pulled back by a head band. Sasuke gulped, a spark inside of him coming to life once more.

"Naruto." He said loud enough for even rusty well trained hearing to catch. The man turned quickly to look at him, familiar stripes along the cheeks, large sea blue eyes widening at him. Even though he could barely see the man, he could see the tensing of his body, the fleeing animal stance he'd called it once. Naruto's eyes locked with his for one earth shattering second, and a tingle of a memory took hold...

~*~*~Seven Years Prior, Training Grounds~*~*~

Sea blue eyes gazed up at him from where he had to boy pinned, a grimace of determination on his face as he struggled under the larger boy. Sasuke smiled, leaning foreward so that their breath mingled, "I think I win this match, Dobe." He said casually, watching as Naruto's cheeks burst into a crimson blush of anger.

"No way!" His struggles renewed, his captor was hard pressed to keep his lofty and percarious hold on the blonde. Feeling the slight wave of chakra that signaled a jutsu, he leaned foreward and kissed the thin lips under him.

If one thing stilled Naruto, be it temper tantrum, loud out burst, or fox-eyed rage; the kiss of a lover settled him into a relaxed position.

Warm lips, a gentle tongue, and Sasuke had full access to the hidden recesses of the Fox-Demons gaurdians mouth. Sasuke's eyes half closed at the taste of Spicy ramen that remained in the other boys mouth.

Under the pail Uchiha, the tan skinned boy seemed to melt into a puddle of goo; muscles that had been tensed only a second before seemed loose under his grasp, eyes fluttering shut and face leaned foreward to deapen the kiss. Sasuke was pretty certain it stemmed from his lack of love previously in his life that he excepted love wherever it was given.

As Sasuke pulled back, his breath a little harder and a little faster, Naruto's eyes fluttered open and fixed him with a half hearted frown, "Cheater."

~*~*~Present~*~*~

...and then he turned and started towards the back door, his speed much faster than any normal cook should ever have been able to reach. Sasuke launched from where he'd been, seeming to blur past the startled waitress and over the bar, catching up to the speeding blond behind the small diner, and under a tree.

Seeing as he didn't want to hurt Naruto, he tackled him to the ground instead of driving a mecinal needle into his back. Naruto grunted on impact, his breath leaving him and leaving him weezing slightly. Sasuke flipped him over an pinned him, wrists held above his longer mop of sun kissed blond. Naruto's eyes were closed as he gasped for air, from behind him, Sasuke heard the shout of the waitress, signaling that possibly the manager was on his way.

Naruto tried a quick upward thrust of his hips to knock the raven haired man off him, but Sasuke was a better Shinobi that such a simple trick didn't even cause him to flinch or change his posture.

"Let me go!" came an older, deeper version of the sixteen year old that he'd once known. Instead of closed eyed slants, blue eyes looked up at him fearfully and angrily, a fang showed while he shouted.

He'd found the one he was missing.

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Kinda filler, but it'll catch on.