A/N- Another Sasuke/Sakura fic. A bit sad you've been warned.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own naruto.
Title- Learning to be a father
Pairing- Sasuke/Sakura
It had happened so quickly…Sakura's death. He had been away on an S-ranked mission at the time. In fact that mission had lasted three years.
/Flashback/
"Sasuke-kun, you're leaving now?" said an eight month pregnant Sakura. "With the baby due any day?" She sat staring at his back as he continued to dig around the closet. "Hn" Sasuke packed the last of his weapons.
"As anbu captain it is my duty to complete any mission given to me…even if I don't want to."
Sakura smiled. In his own way he had told her he wanted to be there when their child was born, that he wanted to be with her. When he turned around again Sakura flung herself on him, which was pretty hard to do with the extra bulk in her stomach area.
"Just promise me you won't forget me" Sakura whispered, unshed tears threatening to fall. Sasuke tightened his arms around her.
"Never." He whispered.
Flashback end/
Because of that mission Sasuke had never known his son. This brings us to his current dilemma. Bright green eyes met cold onyx eyes. Sasuke awkwardly stripped the three year old down to his underwear and t-shirt. He began searching the room for a kimono but couldn't find one. He was tempted to call Naruto. After all he and Hinata had a two year old daughter, he would know what to do, pride held him back. He searched some more until he remembered Ino had pressed a black Kimono for the little boy. After returning with the kimono, the little boy gingerly raised his hands above his head. Sasuke tried to be as gentle as he could but ended up tugging down roughly on the shirt before it came on. Sasuke was an anbu captain, a shinobi, and sometimes a torturer but not a gentle person. When he realized his father had no idea what he was doing, the little boy finished dressing himself. After all the dressing was done, the boy and his father walked hand in hand to the funeral.
The funeral was chaste and quick, but all the while Sasuke maintained a stoic face. He would not show weakness, not here. He looked down at his son. The boy seemed to have an understanding of death that one shouldn't have at that age. When it was their turn to walk up to the casket they each placed a cherry blossom in front of Sakura's picture, before briskly walking back to their seats. The green eyed boy pushed his messy pink hair from his eyes and squeezed his fathers hand affectionately. He showed him the same smile that Sakura use to wear, seeing that his father needed it right about now. Sasuke turned his head the other way and squeezed his son's hand. They began to walk home the sun setting behind the white clouds.
Sasuke was not a good father. As hard as it was he could admit that. He would try and he would learn, just like he did everything else. She would have wanted them to be a family. For Sakura's sake...for his son's sake, he would learn to be a better father.
A/N- So how was it? The next one will be a shika/ino and then a neji/tenten. Review please!