Baby o' mine
Chapter Eleven
That's What You Get Fallen Again
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Disclaimer: I don' 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: Finally to the interesting part! Wow…I'm hoping to make this one longer than the others do, just
cause it's that torture thing that I really like. I think there's going to be major OOCness, but if you've
been reading this you'll have figured it out by now.
Does anybody even read these things? I could put a lemon up here and no one would ever notice, nope.
/Crying out, Sasuke gasped as he was gripped tightly by his one and only love… / See what I mean?
*Music while reading: Sugarcult-Pretty Girl*
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Outside of the two story, modest house, a little boy squated over an ant hill with an ash grey cat, a stick
in hand as he carefully picked up the black buggers. Behind him, sitting in the shade of the house, a blonde
man in an over sized long sleeve shirt sat and watched him. Though they looked little alike, you could tell
that they were blood related, but you'd more assume them brothers than father and son.
The little boy wore a pair of large shorts, faded denim, and a red T-shirt with a swirl in the middle of the
front. His hair was held back with a hankerchief, but strands still seemed to excape and fall to obscure the
bright blue eyes of the youngest Uzumaki...and Uchiha.
Naruto, the blonde, smiled distantly at his son. The prior day had worn him out, made him feel years older
than he'd already felt, and he now looked pretty haggard, wearing on oversized long sleeved white shirt and
his nlypair of jeans, faded, torn.
The little boy had noticed, ever perceptive, but had left his father alone to whatever it may be, because he
was pretty sure that whatever it was that was bothering his dad he couldn't help with no matter how much he
tried.
Inside the house, looking out through a small kitchen window, the closest thing that Naruto had to a parent
was making lunch. Iruka the first, a darkly tanned man with chocolate eyes and chestnut hair in a T-shirt
and his normal pants, felt for once at a loss as to what to do about he curent situation. Part of him wanted
to go and make sure that Sasuke couldn't father anymore children, but his other part wanted to comfort Naruto
to the point of babying him.
Kakashi had stopped by earlier to tell Naruto where he could sign in, only to meet of with /Mother Iruka/
as he'd dubbed it. iruka, once he was sure that Kakashi wasn't going to somehow make the whole mess worse
(not sure /how/ mind you) he'd had a cup of tea with the silver haired scarecrow and basically vented the
past few days frustrations to the other teacher.
Iruka would never admit it, but the silver haird man had been a god send since Naruto had dissapeared. A
kind of vent that he could use...as long as Kakashi didn't bring that damned Icha Icha Paradise...
"Ne, Iruka-chan, they'll bite you if you stay there too long!" Came the deper voice of the twenty-one year
old.
A yelp, and then the sound of jumping and yelling was heard. Apparently Naruto's warning had been only a
second before the attack. Iruka-sensei smiled, before finishing putting he food onto the plates and setting
them on the table. "Naruto! Iruka-chan! Lunch!"
The door opened not a second later, Naruto with the little crying boy in his arms. Naruto gave him a quiked
brow at the situation while heading to the bathroom, and Iruka smiled slighty; even if Naruto wan't the same
as he had been seven years ago, some things never changed.
Just as Iruka set down the tea, a hesitant knock came to the door. Frowning, Iruka whiped his hands with a
towel as he walked to the door and opened it. Standing there, a determined look in his face, the last of the
Uchiha clan stood in black pants and a dark blue shirt. Iruka's first thought was to close the door and go
back to lunch, but a giggle from inside the bathroom from his grandson stopped him.
"Uchiha." He said it coldly, this was the man that had caused so much grief to Naruto...
"Iruka-sensei." The younger man bowed carefully. It was lower than he'd ever done to the teacher, which
caused Iruka to raise a brow. Had humility finally gotten through that ego, or was he trying to get on
Iruka's good side?
A second later, the bathroom door opened, the spitting image of Sasuke laughing in Naruto's arms as Naruto
made a funny face at the boy walking out and turning to the kitchen. Sasuke moved forwards a step before Iruka
glared at him, slapping a hand against the wall palmwise to block an easy entry into the small house. The
noise, however, caught both Uzumaki's attention and they turned to look at Sasuke and Iruka.
Their reactions were very different. Iruak-chan's eyes widened and a look of fear and recignition shown
across his eyes. Naruto looked...for the most part sad but also apprehensive, holding tightly to his son as
his son clung to him.
"Naruto..." the Uchiha's voice wasn't angry, wasn't cold...for once it was desperate, as if this was the
absolute last time that he may be able to...to what Iruka was not sure, but Naruto seemed to get some
understanding. "Can we talk? Please?"
Naruto was about to reply when a higher voice, that of a child, replied. "No! Your gonna take daddy away
from Iruka, not like you did before!" The voice was desperate and angry. Sasuke had the desency to look
ashamed and guilty at that, it must have been like a punch in the gut to have your own son say such things
about you, but he knew he deserved it.
The only blonde turned to his son, "Iruka-chan...this is someone that I know. he was doing his job before
when he...when he brought me back here." He looked over his shoulder at the downcast man...he was angry at
him, but more ashamed at himself
Naruto smiled reassuringly at the dark haired little boy. "Daddy has to talk to him, Iruka-chan..." At the
little boys frightened expression he brushed the black hair out of his face lovingly. "We'll stay right
outside the window that you can see from the kitchen, okay? So you can eat your lunch and see me all at the
same time, okay?" The little boys eyes were tearing up, but he nodded. After years of his father having to
work hard, he'd developed a very strong following habit of his fathers commands, no matter how much he may
not agree at the time.
Naruto smiled, relieved. He focused on Iruka-sensei and the relieved Sasuke, before carrying the little boy
into the kitchen and sitting him at the table and brushing a hand through his hair carefully.
"I want you to know that just because your eating with Iruka-sensei I expect you to eat /all/ your vegetables
before /asking/ for dessert, got it? If I find out you skipped them..." his voice grew menacing, "I'll tickle
you till you beg me to stop!"
The little boy put on a smile, even as his eyes glared at the slightly uncomfortable Sasuke who had followed Iruka-sensei into the small kitchen. the two Iruka's settled into a tense lunch, while Naruto opened the
door to the small backyard and walked out, Sasuke pulled from his slightly dazed reality at looking at the
boy...his /son/...they looked so much alike...how could he miss the resemblence?
Outside, Naruto sighed. "So..."
A tense silence fell between the two of them, the cacadas chirped in the summer heat, shadows spread across
the lawn. Sasuke looked at Naruto, the man that Naruto had become. Naruto should have been about five inches
taller, he'd always been short, but Sasuke at 5'8" knew he'd been lucky to reach that size, but Naruto should
have been bigger. He wasn't muscular, he seemed to be underfed and dehidrated by the pallor of his skin.
Naruto, however, was lost in his own thoughts, Gods above how Sasuke must be angry at him... he wouldn't
be surprised if the older man decided that he wanted to floor him, which he had every right to do,
Naruto would floor himself if he were Sasuke.
Sasuke frowned. "I'm sorry, Naruto. I'm sorry...about how I acted, that you couldn't tell me seven years
ago..." He sighed, "I shouldn't have left you there last night."
Naruto turned and looked at him, almost not believing him. "You're not mad?" he asked.
Sasuke chuckled, "A little, but mostly directed at myself. As we've both already established...I can be a
bit short sited and unable to grasp things like this too easily." Black and blue eyes met, "I shouldn't
have been such an ass-hole."
Looking at Sasuke he frowned. It couldn't be that simple...not after years of dreading all of it. Naruto
frowned, "You didn't do anything...er, well, anything I wasn't concenting too. I'm the one who is the
idiot of this whole thing."
The father of the little dark haired boy who was watching them shrugged his dark blue clothed shoulders.
"I think I'm at fault, you think you are...it's in the past. I...don't want to make a repeat of it and
spend another seven years trying to find you."
Naruto smiled, genuinly smiled, this felt like such a soap opera...ah hell. "I would rather fight Gaara
than do that again." He looked at the glass slightly, seeing Iruka-sensei trying to distract the little
boy with conversation. "i missed you, Sasuke. Everyday it hurt to be away from you, every time I looked
at Iruka and saw a little reflection of you; if no harm ever came to you then I'd have been content with
that simple life."
"So...where do we go from here?" Sasuke asked, uncertainty lacing his words.
Naruto smiled a little bigger, "I still love you...gods above, how I missed you...so, wherever we go from
here is better than going back to trying to avoid you at all costs."
Sasuke took a step foreward, now only a mere few feet from the man he longed to hug, "I..I never stopped
loving you, and I'm willing to do anything to get you back." He paused, "Naruto, can we go back to what it
was like before?" He asked.
Naruto shook his head a little, seeing the falling look in his loves face at the action, "We can't go back
to before, but we can go forward from there, and with a little boy who talks to cats and looks more like you
than any child has a right to enjoy it with us."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow before opening his arms invitingly, the blonde rushing into them and standing on
tip-toe to kiss the lips of the man he'd spent many a night and day remembering what his lips tasted like.
No memory could compare to the real thing.
~fin~
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DONE! Ahahaha!!!! *laughs greatly* Oh gawd was that difficult! I hate finishing these! Anyway, happy
ending, love it, thanks for the reviews and such, Derrick owes me a Ramen dinner because I finished
this...hehehe, love him lots...
Also, I'm seriously concidering writing a sequal, but I think I'm going to take a sabatical now...very wiped out by all this writing.
I'll post the link to the site with all the pics once I make it.
Love you guys
Everyones favorite gay fanfic writer
Kori Ryuen
Chapter Eleven
That's What You Get Fallen Again
* * * * * *
Disclaimer: I don' 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: Finally to the interesting part! Wow…I'm hoping to make this one longer than the others do, just
cause it's that torture thing that I really like. I think there's going to be major OOCness, but if you've
been reading this you'll have figured it out by now.
Does anybody even read these things? I could put a lemon up here and no one would ever notice, nope.
/Crying out, Sasuke gasped as he was gripped tightly by his one and only love… / See what I mean?
*Music while reading: Sugarcult-Pretty Girl*
* * * * * *
Outside of the two story, modest house, a little boy squated over an ant hill with an ash grey cat, a stick
in hand as he carefully picked up the black buggers. Behind him, sitting in the shade of the house, a blonde
man in an over sized long sleeve shirt sat and watched him. Though they looked little alike, you could tell
that they were blood related, but you'd more assume them brothers than father and son.
The little boy wore a pair of large shorts, faded denim, and a red T-shirt with a swirl in the middle of the
front. His hair was held back with a hankerchief, but strands still seemed to excape and fall to obscure the
bright blue eyes of the youngest Uzumaki...and Uchiha.
Naruto, the blonde, smiled distantly at his son. The prior day had worn him out, made him feel years older
than he'd already felt, and he now looked pretty haggard, wearing on oversized long sleeved white shirt and
his nlypair of jeans, faded, torn.
The little boy had noticed, ever perceptive, but had left his father alone to whatever it may be, because he
was pretty sure that whatever it was that was bothering his dad he couldn't help with no matter how much he
tried.
Inside the house, looking out through a small kitchen window, the closest thing that Naruto had to a parent
was making lunch. Iruka the first, a darkly tanned man with chocolate eyes and chestnut hair in a T-shirt
and his normal pants, felt for once at a loss as to what to do about he curent situation. Part of him wanted
to go and make sure that Sasuke couldn't father anymore children, but his other part wanted to comfort Naruto
to the point of babying him.
Kakashi had stopped by earlier to tell Naruto where he could sign in, only to meet of with /Mother Iruka/
as he'd dubbed it. iruka, once he was sure that Kakashi wasn't going to somehow make the whole mess worse
(not sure /how/ mind you) he'd had a cup of tea with the silver haired scarecrow and basically vented the
past few days frustrations to the other teacher.
Iruka would never admit it, but the silver haird man had been a god send since Naruto had dissapeared. A
kind of vent that he could use...as long as Kakashi didn't bring that damned Icha Icha Paradise...
"Ne, Iruka-chan, they'll bite you if you stay there too long!" Came the deper voice of the twenty-one year
old.
A yelp, and then the sound of jumping and yelling was heard. Apparently Naruto's warning had been only a
second before the attack. Iruka-sensei smiled, before finishing putting he food onto the plates and setting
them on the table. "Naruto! Iruka-chan! Lunch!"
The door opened not a second later, Naruto with the little crying boy in his arms. Naruto gave him a quiked
brow at the situation while heading to the bathroom, and Iruka smiled slighty; even if Naruto wan't the same
as he had been seven years ago, some things never changed.
Just as Iruka set down the tea, a hesitant knock came to the door. Frowning, Iruka whiped his hands with a
towel as he walked to the door and opened it. Standing there, a determined look in his face, the last of the
Uchiha clan stood in black pants and a dark blue shirt. Iruka's first thought was to close the door and go
back to lunch, but a giggle from inside the bathroom from his grandson stopped him.
"Uchiha." He said it coldly, this was the man that had caused so much grief to Naruto...
"Iruka-sensei." The younger man bowed carefully. It was lower than he'd ever done to the teacher, which
caused Iruka to raise a brow. Had humility finally gotten through that ego, or was he trying to get on
Iruka's good side?
A second later, the bathroom door opened, the spitting image of Sasuke laughing in Naruto's arms as Naruto
made a funny face at the boy walking out and turning to the kitchen. Sasuke moved forwards a step before Iruka
glared at him, slapping a hand against the wall palmwise to block an easy entry into the small house. The
noise, however, caught both Uzumaki's attention and they turned to look at Sasuke and Iruka.
Their reactions were very different. Iruak-chan's eyes widened and a look of fear and recignition shown
across his eyes. Naruto looked...for the most part sad but also apprehensive, holding tightly to his son as
his son clung to him.
"Naruto..." the Uchiha's voice wasn't angry, wasn't cold...for once it was desperate, as if this was the
absolute last time that he may be able to...to what Iruka was not sure, but Naruto seemed to get some
understanding. "Can we talk? Please?"
Naruto was about to reply when a higher voice, that of a child, replied. "No! Your gonna take daddy away
from Iruka, not like you did before!" The voice was desperate and angry. Sasuke had the desency to look
ashamed and guilty at that, it must have been like a punch in the gut to have your own son say such things
about you, but he knew he deserved it.
The only blonde turned to his son, "Iruka-chan...this is someone that I know. he was doing his job before
when he...when he brought me back here." He looked over his shoulder at the downcast man...he was angry at
him, but more ashamed at himself
Naruto smiled reassuringly at the dark haired little boy. "Daddy has to talk to him, Iruka-chan..." At the
little boys frightened expression he brushed the black hair out of his face lovingly. "We'll stay right
outside the window that you can see from the kitchen, okay? So you can eat your lunch and see me all at the
same time, okay?" The little boys eyes were tearing up, but he nodded. After years of his father having to
work hard, he'd developed a very strong following habit of his fathers commands, no matter how much he may
not agree at the time.
Naruto smiled, relieved. He focused on Iruka-sensei and the relieved Sasuke, before carrying the little boy
into the kitchen and sitting him at the table and brushing a hand through his hair carefully.
"I want you to know that just because your eating with Iruka-sensei I expect you to eat /all/ your vegetables
before /asking/ for dessert, got it? If I find out you skipped them..." his voice grew menacing, "I'll tickle
you till you beg me to stop!"
The little boy put on a smile, even as his eyes glared at the slightly uncomfortable Sasuke who had followed Iruka-sensei into the small kitchen. the two Iruka's settled into a tense lunch, while Naruto opened the
door to the small backyard and walked out, Sasuke pulled from his slightly dazed reality at looking at the
boy...his /son/...they looked so much alike...how could he miss the resemblence?
Outside, Naruto sighed. "So..."
A tense silence fell between the two of them, the cacadas chirped in the summer heat, shadows spread across
the lawn. Sasuke looked at Naruto, the man that Naruto had become. Naruto should have been about five inches
taller, he'd always been short, but Sasuke at 5'8" knew he'd been lucky to reach that size, but Naruto should
have been bigger. He wasn't muscular, he seemed to be underfed and dehidrated by the pallor of his skin.
Naruto, however, was lost in his own thoughts, Gods above how Sasuke must be angry at him... he wouldn't
be surprised if the older man decided that he wanted to floor him, which he had every right to do,
Naruto would floor himself if he were Sasuke.
Sasuke frowned. "I'm sorry, Naruto. I'm sorry...about how I acted, that you couldn't tell me seven years
ago..." He sighed, "I shouldn't have left you there last night."
Naruto turned and looked at him, almost not believing him. "You're not mad?" he asked.
Sasuke chuckled, "A little, but mostly directed at myself. As we've both already established...I can be a
bit short sited and unable to grasp things like this too easily." Black and blue eyes met, "I shouldn't
have been such an ass-hole."
Looking at Sasuke he frowned. It couldn't be that simple...not after years of dreading all of it. Naruto
frowned, "You didn't do anything...er, well, anything I wasn't concenting too. I'm the one who is the
idiot of this whole thing."
The father of the little dark haired boy who was watching them shrugged his dark blue clothed shoulders.
"I think I'm at fault, you think you are...it's in the past. I...don't want to make a repeat of it and
spend another seven years trying to find you."
Naruto smiled, genuinly smiled, this felt like such a soap opera...ah hell. "I would rather fight Gaara
than do that again." He looked at the glass slightly, seeing Iruka-sensei trying to distract the little
boy with conversation. "i missed you, Sasuke. Everyday it hurt to be away from you, every time I looked
at Iruka and saw a little reflection of you; if no harm ever came to you then I'd have been content with
that simple life."
"So...where do we go from here?" Sasuke asked, uncertainty lacing his words.
Naruto smiled a little bigger, "I still love you...gods above, how I missed you...so, wherever we go from
here is better than going back to trying to avoid you at all costs."
Sasuke took a step foreward, now only a mere few feet from the man he longed to hug, "I..I never stopped
loving you, and I'm willing to do anything to get you back." He paused, "Naruto, can we go back to what it
was like before?" He asked.
Naruto shook his head a little, seeing the falling look in his loves face at the action, "We can't go back
to before, but we can go forward from there, and with a little boy who talks to cats and looks more like you
than any child has a right to enjoy it with us."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow before opening his arms invitingly, the blonde rushing into them and standing on
tip-toe to kiss the lips of the man he'd spent many a night and day remembering what his lips tasted like.
No memory could compare to the real thing.
~fin~
* * * * * * *
DONE! Ahahaha!!!! *laughs greatly* Oh gawd was that difficult! I hate finishing these! Anyway, happy
ending, love it, thanks for the reviews and such, Derrick owes me a Ramen dinner because I finished
this...hehehe, love him lots...
Also, I'm seriously concidering writing a sequal, but I think I'm going to take a sabatical now...very wiped out by all this writing.
I'll post the link to the site with all the pics once I make it.
Love you guys
Everyones favorite gay fanfic writer
Kori Ryuen
