SasuNaru / AU

This is an adoptive father x adoptive son relationship, meaning dadxson type of thing, don't like, don't read. For those who don't care and are looking for a fic with minimum spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes, please enjoy.

This chapter contains a lot of Sasuke x Sakura, mostly Sasuke re-thinking his relationship with her.

I don't own Naruto, Sasuke does— errr, I mean Masashi Kishimoto does.

Also, this chapter is a bit shorter than the others, please don't worry, it's merely this chapter was fluff, so I had no reason to extend a fluff chapter to 4,450 words XDD

D A D D Y P R O B L E M S

Chapter three

When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

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"I'm going to work" Sauske announced loudly, earning a small grunt from the kitchen, grunting himself, he swung the door open and made his way out, heading towards the sleek black convertible. Throwing himself into the leather seat, he roared the engine too life, looking up to catch a small glimpse of blond hair in the window, he smiled slightly. The dobe was watching him leave, reverting out of his drive way, he made his way onto the streets. Lately life has been falling back into place, and it was a little unnerving, it wasn't the fact he didn't like a calm life, but,

The fact his life made itself so normal in so little time after Sakura's death, was just a bit unnerving. He knew Naruto didn't miss the pinkette as much as he himself does, but, Sasuke missed her. Her funeral was still 2 weeks away, considering most of her family lived around the world and had work, they had to book the funeral later than most funerals were. But it was okay, with all the time the raven had too plan the 'last party', which was relieving because he wasn't good at planning things, no matter how well he planned things at work, funerals and work were two whole different things.

A funeral wasn't evil, it wasn't like his evil intentions he had at work, at work, he crushed other people's dreams and hopes, at a funeral, you relived all those dreams and hopes, you tried to do all the things the dead person wanted to do. So in a mere 2 weeks, when his life was falling back into complete normality, he was beginning to freak out. He should be grieving, Naruto should be grieving, this wasn't right.

'I always wanted to fly!'

He nibbled on his bottom lip, nervous, scared, terrified, her voice echoed softly in his head, causing a loud blistering head-ache to start,

'I want to get married—'

The grip on the steering wheel tightened, a sole bead of sweat sliding down the side of his paling face, he felt guilty, he should have married her when he had the chance, he has the money, he had the time, he had her.

'You love me right?'

His breath hitched loudly, finally snapping back in reality when a driver nearby had honked at him, sticking up their middle finger at the Uchiha. Abyss eyes finally focusing back onto the road, he frowned gravely. He remembered when she had asked him that question one day, when they were innocently laying on their couch when they were around 19 — she asked, Sasuke never responded.

"Yes," he whispered out, leaning back in his seat as he halted the car at a red light, his eyes fluttered upwards to glance at the top of his car roof. "I love you" he said the words monotonelessly, but he meant it, he loved the girl, she had left him with their son — theirs.

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"Touch me now on the floorrr ~" Ino purred out, swinging her hips around as her giant ear-phones blasted away some sort of concoction to make a song, Kiba and Naruto sent the blond girl a weird look, who didn't realize it, considering she was oblivious to the world at this very moment, hey, it was a good song.

"I refuse" Naruto said, looking at her with disgust in his eyes, Kiba laughed loudly in return chanting the words 'me too!' along with his best friend, Shikamaru and Temari lagged behind, talking about something 'troublesome' from what Naruto could pick up in the conversation of theirs, everything was falling back into place,

The horrible dreams Naruto had the first few weeks had died down, the odd tension between him and his father was shimmering down as well, everything was becoming normal. It was slightly scary, considering the trauma he had been through, and all of a sudden he was just forgetting about it entirely, looking towards the brunette beside him, he smiled widely when Kiba was going on about some girl he had fallen in love with — Hina, or something like that.

"So how's your dad been?" the brunette finally asked, successfully snapping Naruto back into reality, the blond gave him a weird pointed look.

"Fine... why?" he answered, eying his friend suspiciously, it wasn't everyday your best friend asked you about your parent, it was a little odd, actually. Kiba gave him a type of forget-it glare, before the pineapple hair styled one behind them decided to introduce himself into the conversation,

"usually people don't overcome their lovers death well." The brunette said, Kiba gave a short supporting nod as Temari slung her arm over the dog-boys shoulders, giving the three boys an annoyed glare.

"Sasuke..." Naruto muttered out, pondering the un-answered question as well, was his father alright? He barely knew the bastard before the woman died, so if there was an attitude change, Naruto was sure he couldn't spot it, but he needed to at least talk to his dad, everyone hurts. Groaning loudly, he tangled his fingers into his hair, giving the idea a short nod before waving at his friends and running off ahead, he needed to make sure Sasuke was okay, he had too.

Slamming the door open, he scanned the area for Sasuke, the raven haired male was slowly walking down the stairs,

"Don't fucking slam the do—" his parental rant was cut short upon looking at his sweaty son, it wasn't the fact he was sweaty that put him off, it was the fact Naruto was crying a river. "God..." he muttered approaching the boy carefully, he was afraid a day like this would come, when he would awkwardly have to comfort his son, how does he do it? Nipping his bottom lip nervously, he stopped in front of the blond, cerulean orbs locked on with coal ones.

"I'm sorry" he muttered out, coal eyes widened incredibly, slitting in the direction of his son,

"for?"

"For not realizing you were hurting!" Naruto became hysteric, tears began to pour down his face as he waited, he waited for the reply of his father, eventually when he calmed down, he was looking at a slightly dumbfounded expression of his dad, causing his face to fall into a questioning expression.

"I don't have time to deal with stupidity..." Sasuke finally muttered out, eying his son carefully, making sure he wouldn't explode in salty tears again, Naruto's expression fell into one of 'disbelief', "but if you want me to arrange a shrink for you, I'd be more than happy." He finished, adding the last words in as an afterthought. His son had once amazed him in the aspect of how fucking stupid he is, and this, would just be another turn of events that showed Sasuke that the son he adopted was beyond stupid.

"Jerk" Naruto snapped, glaring towards the man he held little-to-no respect at this very moment, here he goes crying out his heart for the bastard, and said bastard tries to arrange him with a shrink! For fucking god sake, what kind of heartless man was he adopted by?

"hn" was the very thought out response, the two fell in silence has Sasuke waited for some sort of explanation towards the odd outburst, but of course, idiotic son, just joyfully erased all the memories prior to 5 minutes ago out of his puny little brain, 'thinking about me my ass' the Uchiha male muttered in his thoughts to himself, approaching the blond, who was currently scouting the kitchen.

"Wanna go out for dinner?" Sasuke finally muttered out, grabbing a toothpick and placing it between his lips, watching as Naruto gave him a quick dirty look.

"Fuck you," the blond answered quickly, grabbing any piece of food before bolting upstairs.

"Love you too." Sasuke muttered out sarcastically, scanning through the packaged types of food he had in his house, clicking his tongue in distaste, he pulled out his cell phone, it was a decent one, it was a blackberry, and Sasuke had honestly not wanted one at first, but Neji insisted they had some sort of contact, and of course, the Uchiha caved eventually, getting the annoying device. He was sure he had already sued about 20 girls for obsessively calling him. No he was certain.

Scanning over his fridge, he stopped his eyes over 'Chinese take-out' quickly dialling in the number, he absentmindly thought about possibly ordering a few things for Naruto, he did feel bad that he pissed off his son for various reasons he isn't sure of, nor did he think it was healthy that his son came home crying and spurting out bull-shit like 'I'm sorry I didn't realize you were hurting' crap, than all of a sudden went back to normal and told said father off.

He gasped loudly, maybe his son was bipolar? His thoughts were quickly thrown out the window, when the Chinese take-out guy's voice rang through the phone, almost drooling at the possible thought of soon-to-be-dinner, he began listing the foods he would like, and like a good take-out bitch, they agreed happily and told him his food would be there in 30 to 40 minutes. (A/N: no offence take-out people o3o)

Of course — when he was done his order and hung up, his blond adopted child came flying downstairs,

"BASTARD! YOU ORDERED CHINESE WITHOUT ASKING ME WHAT I WANTED!" Naruto accused loudly, making a large 'thump' noise when he successfully ungracefully landed on the floor at the end of the stairs, Sasuke groaned loudly, hitting his forehead with his cell phone, he should've known Naruto would listen to his conversation.

"Yes," Sasuke said easily, looking up to his son with a death-glare, who glared back. "Cause said son got pissed at said father for no reason and didn't want to go out for dinner with said father, that ring a bell?" he finished, dropping the device into his dress pants pocket and sending his son another glare before throwing open the fridge to scan its contents.

"No" Naruto answered, glaring daggers at his father's back, "sounds like bullshit your making up, if I remember clearly it went, said son was talking to said friends who were worried about said father's recently deceased wife, so said son wanted to make sure said father was okay, then said father became some type of four-eyed know it all jerk, that sound familiar?"

Sasuke twirled on his heel, staring at his son in slight disbelief, Naruto had apparently been spending waaay too much time with him, because the boy was getting one hell of a mouth. Opening and closing his mouth like a retarded fish — Naruto mentally kept the image in his head— the father grunted loudly, turning to the fridge once more,

"I don't need anybody worrying about me, retard." He muttered softly,

"Well to fucking bad old geezer, family worry about each other last time I checked—"

"the guide of how-to-be-a-retard?" Sasuke supplied helpfully, Naruto gapped at him, before launching his fist towards Sasuke's direction, who swiftly dodged.

"BASTARD!"

"'Che, someone needs to learn how to respect their father." The raven muttered sometime between dodging fist, the door-bell rang somewhere in between their fighting, and a determined glint in their eyes appeared, a glint of challenge. Both running full speed towards the door, which was hastily slammed open by Naruto, the Uchiha family stood proudly in front of the delivery man, who was cowering in fear as the two sent electricity too each other.

"take-out dude, give me that Chinese." Naruto said bluntly, sticking out his hand, which was slapped away from Sasuke.

"I believe that is my food, Sasuke Uchiha's, if I recall." Sasuke said powerfully, his son sent him a dirty glare for using names as a type of 'get the food' victory, and of course, the delivery man quickly shoved the food too Sasuke and ran away with the amount of money — and tip, he was given.

"FUCK YOU BASTARD!"

"I know you want too." Was the snarky reply, a beat-face red blond glared at him some more,

"I want a knew bastardly-father, your too bastardly."

"Bastardly?"

"It's a word, you bastardly father."

"apparently an overly used word." Sasuke muttered under his breath, strutting towards the kitchen happily as he could, he had won the father/son clash, which meant he was more powerfully, so like a good little bitch Naruto was, he had to gravel at his feet — or so he thought before said son tried to snatch the Chinese from his hands, luckily the Uchiha's were trained from birth to have amazing reflexes.

Dodging the needy hands, he kept the food out of the boys reach, grabbing a fork, he popped one of the lids and began eating, making sure to extra sloppy too rub it in Naruto's drooling face. Smirking in victory, Naruto gave him another dirty look.

"You asshole"

"hn"

"I'm starving!"

"Oh?"

"bastard!" his son took another dive towards his father, but missed and ended up hitting the nearest wall, receiving an amused snort from Sasuke.