CHAPTER 6

DISCLAIMER: (as usual) I don't own Naruto.

Okay...well as usual I tried to write this chapter as I have written every other. In a way and with things in it that I know I would enjoy reading. It took a while, sorry sorry. I'm thinking about doing another one-shot, but maybe with a different couple. Ahhhh stupid muse DX i think it's hiding in a cave in the arctic, and you should all hate me for bad writing and being a BAD updater. Even though I'll love you all forever.

"Wanna wait a second?" Sasuke asked as he jogged up the stairs after the girl.

"Obviously not." she said, keeping her fast paced walk. He scowled at her back and four hops later was walking quickly in sync with her.

"Your not so fast." he sneered. She stopped abruptly as they reached the second floor landing. She turned to him and thrust the baby into his arms.

"Your turn." And she spun on her heel again, walking quickly to her room. Sasuke took the baby out of shock and his eyes widened at how much it weighed.

"Are babies really this heavy?" he asked curiously, following her best he could as he figured out how to hold the water filled thing. He walked into the room, preoccupied with it, but as soon as he looked up he couldn't help but snort.

"How OCD are you?" He laughed.

She rolled her eyes and rested them lazily on him. "Do you have anything other then 8th grader remarks in your entire miniscule brain?"

He grinned handsomely back at her. "You have no idea."

"I don't want one." She replied without missing a beat. She walked briskly to her closet and picked her laptop up from off the floor where it had been charging. She padded across fluffy carpet to her bed. She set the electric device on it, then grabbed her backpack and tossed that up there as well. She climbed up after the two objects. She zipped the bag open and looked through it, finding her packet and pulling it out along with a clipboard and pencil.

"Your child's name is...Adelie." she spoke it as she scrawled it down on the sheet.

"Adelie? Why that? After the girl down stairs?" Sasuke asked.

"Yes, because you didn't want her the first night so I named her alone, and yes." She answered promptly, not even bothering to look up at him. She continued to write things on the sheet, every so often clicking away on her open laptop as well. Sasuke looked at her with an arched eyebrow.

"Well maybe I don't like the name Adelie. Besides...that woman downstairs was looking at me like she wanted to chop me up and put me in a soup or something." He recalled.

"Heh. Well, rest assured. If it was Laddie who cooked you, least you would taste amazing." She replied with a small laugh, looking maliciously at Sasuke. He kept his face blank in response.

"...What are you even doing over there?" he asked, after three minutes of silence other then the pencil scratching the page and the clacking of the keys.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she sighed back, her tone sarcastic.

"How would I know? And why am I holding this thing anyways?" he demanded.

"It's your project too."

'Oh yea...' he thought. "Then why are you the only one doing the packet?"

She glanced up at him with a roll of her eyes. "We wouldn't want you to break a nail now would we? No, maybe you would. Another thing for you fans to fawn over." She scoffed.

He glared at her. He crossed his arms across his chest...sort of. Well he attempted to fold one in a crossed motion, trying to be angry while still holding the baby. He just turned out to look silly.

"Why do you hate me?" He couldn't help but grin on the inside as all noises and movements ceased, and the room went dead quiet for a moment. Yet, in the next moment, the baby erupted into screams, and scared Sasuke so bad he nearly dropped the baby. "BAH!" he exclaimed his entire body jerking. Sakura let out a laugh, a real laugh. It was sweet and rich and adorable. She slid down from the bed and walked over to the boy still in the doorway, and took the baby.

He watched her closely as she got the bottle from the bag and stuck it into the hole of the mouth, and the cries ceased. She looked up at him looking at her. "Come over here, would you." It was a statement, not a question. He walked too her, and she gave him back the baby. "Just keep the bottle in there 'til it starts to vibrate, 'kay?"

He blinked at her. "It vibrates?"

"Apparently. It vibrates when it's done with the bottle. I know real babies don't vibrate, but it was a pretty smart way to compensate for when the timer is finished in a fake one." She climbed back up onto her bed, and grimaced as she nodded to the other side, inviting him up with her.

He smiled a small sly smile, and joined her. "Inviting me into bed eh? You move so fast Miss Haruno." She shot him a look, then lifted the baby out of his hands, and attempted to kick him off the bed. He saw what she was after, and grabbed her ankle before she could succeed, his grip stopping her from moving. "Oh just gimme the kid, I'll stop."

She complied silently, and went back to the packet.

The rest of the night pretty much proceeded like is. Idle chit chat and snarky comments from Sasuke, who received immediate retorts each time. Sakura asking him for his input on all the questions. They were mostly ones that went like, 'This and that have happened, what are you going to do now?'. They relaxed as the hours passed, taking care of the baby whenever it screamed, and her responding to the random things he said, insulting or not, because she was too distracted to pay attention. That went on until dinnertime.

At 7:30 Sakura folded the laptop down and removed it from her legs. She slid down off her bed and began walking towards the door. "Where you going?" He asked behind her, still on the bed.

She turned and faced him. "Well your hungry aren't you?" she asked with a smile, apparently deciding not to utterly despise him for being alive at the moment. He nodded, stood with the baby, and followed her out.

Sakura led him down the complex halls of her house, and tried on more then once to get him lost, which ended each time with him sullenly glaring at her, and her laughing behind her hand at the look. Finally they made it to the kitchen, and Sakura pushed open the huge looming doors.

"LADDIE!" she yelled out, listening to the sounds try and fail to echo off the walls, making each noise sound choppy.

"Over here!" Adelie called back. Sakura followed where she thought the sound had come from, and came up on Adelie pulling the chocolate chip cookies she had been mixing yesterday out of the oven. "Hullo love. And...boy." She said. "Hungry for anything?"

"Chicken and rice stew and garlic mashed potatoes ok to make?" she asked. Her friend nodded at the stove.

"Knew you would need your American food tonight. It's already made for you. Make your boyfriend eat some." Adelie said, preoccupied with her cookies. Sakura had taken a spoon and dipped it in the stew for a taste. She heard the comment as she put the stew in her mouth, then choked on it.

After she regained her breathing, she glared at Adelie. "Oh please spare me," she rolled her eyes at the other girl. "He only wishes." She thumped herself in the chest a few more times.

"No dying." Laddie chidded her through a mouthful of cookie.

Sakura nodded. "Thanks for the warning mom." The other girl just nodded and smiled in an irking way.

Four empty bowls sat next to the stove. Sakura took the hint, and started to serve things up. Her bowl was almost over flowing with both of the foods, and Sasuke's had mild portions.

She nodded at him, then to his bowls, taking the baby and explaining. "Those are yours. I like a lot of western foods. You'll have to deal with it. Try it." And she began to eat one handed, while standing, with chopsticks and a baby in her arms. Sasuke could only blink at her. She dipped her chopsticks into her soup/stew creation, resurfacing with rice and chicken pieces on them, and started to bring it to her mouth.

"What are you doing?" She stopped chopsticks nearly to their destination, then turned her head and looked at him, confused.

"What are you talking about? I'm eating." And the chopsticks finished their way to her mouth. "I thought you were hungry." He nodded, and ate a spoonful of potatoes. Sakura laughed as she watched his face completely change. From one of utter skepticism, to wide eyed and looking at the food like it was made of gold.

"What IS this?" he asked.

"American food. It suits your fancy?" Adelie asked, a malicious grin set upon her features. Sasuke one the other hand, scowled to save face.

"It's fine, I suppose." he was still eyeing Sakura, wondering how she was so fine with standing there, eating with one hand and holding a water sack. She seemed so...happy. Something Sasuke didn't too well understand. After a couple more bowls each and some cookies, they headed back to Sakura's room.

"I do not want to do anymore of that packet...we're already through day three, and I'm tired of it, ja?" Sakura sighed at him, raking her fingers back through her pink locks. "You up for a movie? I want something brain numbing..."

All he did was nod in response. She headed them back to her room. "No huge movie theatre for us to go to in this place instead?" he babbled. Sakura shot a glare back at him.

"Did I not just say I only wanted my brain to go numb? Home Ec baby crap and spending the whole day with you, I ought to be downing Vodka." she snorted back at him, annoyed.

"Ohhh ouch. Is it just me you hate this much or all of human kind?" he replied sarcastically. He crossed his arms, eyes focused on her back.

"Just you."

Ah. That really was an ouch. She sure knew how to hit him. Not...that a girl had that ability. I mean, scoff, puh-lease. He was Sasuke; coldest of cold hearts...mostly.

"You know English right?"

"Huh?" Oh, there we go, way to impress her with your witty language skills.

"English." she began to speak in it. "You know, the language. Do you speak it?"

He nodded. She smiled, and he wanted to reach out and touch her. "Good. The Brothers Grimm it is then."

Sasuke's eyebrow raised high. "Why an American film?"

She turned to face him. "Why not?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out, so he closed it. He opened it one more time. "The Brothers Grimm it is then." And for the next 2 hours they sat there and watched the adventure of two brothers and their battle against magic and creatures and the like. Half way through, watching from her bed, and Sasuke from a chair, Sakura fell asleep.

Sasuke turned to look back at her when it was over, to tell her he liked her style of movies; only to see her sleeping form. A smile tugged at the sides of his mouth, and he covered her with a blanket of the back of a chair. Quietly her turned off her TV, grabbed the diaper bag and car seat and put the baby in it. With that, he left her room, closing the door with a soft clack!

He was grateful that her room was almost directly facing the doors to leave the house, otherwise he was rather sure we would have gotten lost. He left the house quietly, taking 15 minutes to figure out how to put in a car sear right.

He headed home, and when he arrived he checked the time. 10:45. Not bad. Hopefully Itachi wouldn't be awake.

He didn't try to mask the fact that he was home. No tip toeing, no shutting doors soft as he could. None of that crap. How un-Sasuke it would be if he did. Then again, he'd tucked in a girl and taken home a baby. It wasn't like it was a night he was very himself anyhow.

As he sauntered through his front doors no one was there. So far so good. Half way up the steps to his room he heard sniggering. Ah well. Good luck had to abandon him sometime right? Right...dammit.

He turned his icy eyes behind him. "What?" he snapped.

Itachi seemed to not be able to answer, he was laughing a bit too hard. He did point at the car seat though, and Sasuke didn't stick around to let him actually say anything. He stormed through the hall to him room.

He slammed into it, the door came crashing closed behind him. He put the car seat down, not bothering to excavate the baby from it. It wasn't real, right? So what the hell did it matter. He turned on the TV and put in Final Fantasy 7. For two and a half-hours he played it, amazed at the fact that the baby wasn't crying. Finally, he put down the controller and shut off the lights. He changed into, well nothing. Left in his boxers, he made sure everything was off, put the baby on the opposite side of his double king sized bed, got under the covers and had 2 minutes of peace and quiet.

Then, of course, the baby began to scream. The fact that he expected to get a good nights sleep was entirely laughable. He sat up and grimaced at it. He picked it up and rocked it. he rubbed it's stomach, he patted it's back. After a bit of that he got up and grabbed the diaper bag, he looked through it. Then looked through it again. Then again.

"Shit..." he muttered under his breath. The baby kept on screaming, and it was starting to get to him a little. He grabbed his backpack, and grabbed the piece of paper Sakura gave him and switched on a light. Her grabbed his cell and called hers After a couple of rings she picked up.

"Murmph...ello? Who ever you are, you better have a good reason for calling me when I was in the middle of a dream..." she trailed off groggily.

"Sakura? I think the bottle is at your house." he informed her, the screaming in the background obvious.

"What?" she snapped, still sounding tired but a much sharper tone.

"The bottle. Look, the kids screaming and I dont have the thing to stop it. you do." he could practically feel her seething at him through the phone.

Instead of the snapping and insults he expected, what he hear was, "What's your address, dipshit."

"Come again?"

"Oh come off it, you must have heard me. What's your address so I can drop off the bottle. Obviously."

"Uhhh..." he was still in shock that she didn't want to do something that caused bodily harm to him, but he snapped back and gave her his address.

"Okay. You're only a bit away from me. I'll be over in a few." and she hung up.

Wait.

Was he processing this correctly? She was coming over here? Damn.

He needed pants.

He didn't know how many a few minutes was exactly, so he put on a pair of loose jeans and picked up the baby again, trying to coax it to stop yelling.

A couple minutes later the doorbell sounded through out the house. Sasuke did the same thing she had done hours previously. He ran out of the room, baby in arms, and jogged to the stairs, trying to beat anyone to the door.

It worked as well for him as it had for Sakura; Itachi was already at the door.

"Dammit..." Sasuke said, using the strong muscles in his body to sprint faster.

"You're not Sasuke." a tired feminine voice rang through the air.

"No, I'd kill myself before something like that happened." a smooth dark voice responded. "I have a question. Did you punch Sasuke in the face?"

"Huh? Er...yeah." she mumbled back, rubbing at her eye. A grin spread over the elder Uchiha's face. Sasuke was running down the last half of the stairs.

Now that he could see her, Sasuke felt a twang of guilt for having woken her. Sakura stood there looking incredibly sleep deprived. She stood there in slinky brown capri's, the brown kind that's tight at the waist but goes baggy as it goes down, and a light blue tank top clinging feebly to her form. Her hair was mussed, and she was blinking sleepily and rubbing her eyes every so often. She looked as if she had grabbed the first things out of her closet, forgotten about her hair, and seemed conscious enough to drive herself into a tree.

A black knitted bag hung off her shoulder. Through half lidded eyes she watched Sasuke run up, his muscles flexing as he did. Her unconscious mind went and noticed and dually noted it in the back of her brain. She saw that he was close and started rummaging around the bag. Her left hand emerged with a bottle in it, and she held it out in Sasuke's direction.

"Here. If you ever wake me up in the middle of the night again I'll disembowel you or...something..." she yawned at him, then stepped forward, sticking the bottle in the babies mouth. The shouting stopped instantly. "Good night." she turned and walked out the doors, took one step down the stairs and tripped. She fell down two stairs before she caught herself.

"Oi!" Sasuke called out, going to her side. "Don't act like you have the ability to go home. I'm not sure how you even drove here and didn't get into an accident." He put his hand around her wrist to help her stand up.

She responded by yanking it away. "I'm fine." she leaned back and put her hand on the concrete, and snuggled her cheek into it.

He blinked once. "No, your not." He carefully put the baby down on the steps, then stooped over and picked her up, Tossing her over his left shoulder. He picked the baby back up carefully and walked up the stair into the house.

"Heeeeeey!" She protested. "What are you doing? I wanna go home." she pounded her fists against his back a couple times, then laid her cheek on his head and sighed, as if she were planning on falling asleep there.

Itachi watched this all.

Sasuke ignored him.

He took Sakura and the baby into his room, put the baby down on his bed. He turned around and walked out of there to a guest bed, where he gently put her off his shoulder and he put her down on the bed.

"Stop trying to rape me." she grumbled, as she crawled slightly away from him, then threw her upper body onto the pillows. She wormed under the blankets and was almost instantly asleep. He dropped her purse to the floor and walked out. He was just glad she hadn't killed herself driving in a condition that.

He walked back to his room, held the baby 'til it vibrated, and then went to sleep, waking up 3 other times between him trying to sleep and when he woke up for the day the baby interrupted his sleep. He took care of it accordingly each time, and quickly too, trying not to wake Sakura a couple of rooms down. Eventually through a long night, he woke up at about 9. He got dressed, and since he was still in clean jeans all he did was pull a dark blue tee over his head and covered his chest. Viola.

Sakura woke up about an hour later. She opened her eyes to a slit and squeezed them shut again. She pulled the big white down comforter over her head and rubbed the silk pillowcase with her face. She sighed happily, then frowned slightly, opening her eyes all the way. She burst into sitting position and looked around the foreign room. It was a four poster bed, black walls, white carpet, white closet door, black door. White curtains, one black chair and one white one. TV was facing the bed. Black pillowcases and white sheets and blankets.

"Where AM I!"

A/N: Yeah...I like this one. I damn well better, since it took me waaaaaaaaaaay too long. I feel awful about my dead muse. I'm sorry loyal reviewers and readers. You should all hate me. Or at least thoroughly dislike me. I really hope you all liked it! I was considering stopping at, "Damn. He needed pants." Buuuuut that wasn't my original plan so even though I like that line I went through to where I did. Please no flames. Next chapter should be coming FAR more quickly! Thanks for reading again!