Wow, I'm so glad everyone liked the last chapter! In this one we'll have some Hinata and Sakura conversation. So, be weary of the slight Hinata bashing from Sakura's point of view. I don't dislike Hinata, but rather I need to get into that mentality for the story so I'm sorry! _
Akira was squealing with laughter, again. Maybe it was because he'd never really been outside; but Sakura was pretty sure it was because of the speed she was pushing him in the stroller. It was five in the morning, and Akira wouldn't go back to sleep once she managed to doze off, regardless, of what she had set up for him.
So, she decided that she'd put on a black sports bra, sweat pants, sneakers, and beanie to keep her hair from falling all over her face and go for a run. Akira on the other hand was in a Blue t-shirt and black plants. He'd made it apparent that he was not going to wear the sandals his mother put on him, so Sakura was currently holding them in her left hand as she ran; the stroller being pushed with her right. Because the streets she was running were so frequent to her in the mornings she would get up for work; the normal venders and morning goers thought it odd to see her with a child; considering she'd never really had Akira before.
Stopping momentarily to catch her breath, Sakura made her way to the front of the stroller, leaning onto it slightly as Akira bubbled with laughter once again.
"You think this is funny? You find this hilarious don't 'cha you little shit?" Akira paused momentarily in his laughter to eye her wearily before breaking out in a wide grin. Standing upright, Sakura crossed her arms, leaning down slightly to be at the same eye level as her son.
"Oh, you think you can do better? I've seen how you walk; you fucking stumble and fall on shit like a drunken whore. I have no idea what the hell you find so funny. i can walk." Akira scrunched his nose up in slight irritation, turning away from his mother as if he was disgusted.
"...Don't you give me an attitude." Turning to look at his mother, Akira smiled before reaching forward and pulling the cap from her head; chucking it down the street and into a puddle of mud.
"You little shit! Why would you do that!? it was fucking Burberry!" Akira puffed out his cheeks and made several noises, glaring slightly at his mother. Sakura stood upright and scoffed, threading a hand through her hair as she fixed her child with a glare.
"I don't even know what the fuck you are saying, and you find that hilarious don't you."
She was answered with several more gurgles.
Sakura leaned forward and poked Akira in the forehead.
"You listen here. I'm the oldest and your mother. I call the shots." Reaching into the stroller, Sakura pulled out Akira to place him on the sidewalk.
"Go get my damn hat." Akira plopped himself down on the sidewalk.
"Don't be a little bitch. You just threw it. I know you can walk." At this comment, Sakura was rewarded with several stares from the street vendors. Ignoring the looks, Sakura motioned for Akira to stand up; the child slowly following suit and walking toward the puddle her hat was in. Walking behind him and pushing the stroller slowly, Sakura stopped right beside the puddle and looked at Akira.
"Pick it up." Akira eyed his mother oddly before leaning down to pick up the hat; changing course half way to throw himself into the mud.
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT AKIRA, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!? DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DROWN IN MUD AND DIE? CAUSE I WILL HELP YOU." Akira raised the mud soaked hat in his hand before throwing it directly onto his mother's face. It was several moments before the muddy cloth slid from her face, and the pair engaged in a staring battle for the next minute or so. Several people had stopped walking on the street to stare at the mother and son, waiting for a reaction.
"...Really? Why would you do that?" Akira looked up at his mother before throwing himself backward into the puddle of mud, gazing up at her with a smile. Several laughs bubbled up from around her, and Sakura crossed her arms.
"Get up." Akira wiggled himself deeper into the mud.
"I mean it." Akira laughed and began to roll in it.
"Akira Ryuga Haruno, Get. Up. Now." Reaching down, Sakura hauled her child up and glared at him. Scrunching his face, Akira started to scream cry, causing Sakura to groan and try to the best of her ability to remove the mud from his face.
A particular set of laughter invaded her senses, and Sakura rose her eyes up slightly to stare into the pale doll like face of Hinata Hyuga. Paling slightly, both Sakura and Akira had halted in their bickering (in Akira's case crying) to stare shockingly at Akira.
"G-Good morning…Haruno-san." Scrunching her nose in distaste, Sakura glared at the woman who bowed forward slightly, her own stroller seated a step behind her.
"Well it was…Uzumaki-san." Sakura spat the name out of her mouth as if it was poison, her confidence swelling slightly as the smaller woman winced like she was physically hit. Akira looked down at Hinata, confusing coating his features. Rising form her bow, Hinata fisted her hands to her side.
"I would like to have you over for dinner."
"Excuse me?"
"Haruno-san, I think it's time we put this whole thing behind us."
"The moment I walk back to my house, you sure as well will be behind me." Hinata frowned slightly, and turned to check on the small child that was dozing off in the stroller. Sakura's heart plummeted at the small blonde haired child that looked so much like Naruto. Clutching Akira closer to her chest, Sakura swiftly turned and placed him back in his stroller, adamant on running away till she felt something grip her arm.
"…At least accompany me to my house so you can clean off Akira…I'm sure he'll be able to fit into Tsuyoshi's old clothing." Sakura swiftly turned, smacking Hinata's hand off her arm.
"..How do you know his name?"
"…I still talk to Tsunade; and I would very much appreciate it if we could talk. I'd rather not have this hanging over Tsuyoshi when he gets older as well. It's obvious you moved on, will you not allow us the same benefit?"
"it wasn't like I got pregnant on purpose."
"Then we are both similar in that aspect."
"No, I knew what I was doing when I had sex with his father; as did you."
"I was drunk Sakura!"
"Being drunk doesn't make you stupid Hinata, it makes you more aware of your subconscious. Don't pull that bullshit on me."
" I said I was sorry!"
"You took him from me! That will never be fixed!"
"….I am more sorry then words can tell you. Me and Naruto both. I have always loved him, and I am not in the least bit sorry I am with him. But I am sorry because of how it came to be. I know how close you two were, and even after Tsuyoshi was born he constantly said he was supposed to be you and his son. Not mine and his. All I want is to talk about this in hopes of being friends again. We got over it the first time, why not now?"
"You listen here Hinata Uzumaki." Sakura's voice dropped to a menacing whisper, her eyes darkening slightly and leaned forward toward Hinata.
"If I hadn't been against abortion, I'd have punched you square in your stomach the moment you came to our home and said you were pregnant. There is absolutely nothing to talk about. You took him away from me, and gave him the one thing I wanted to give him. Even after you to had sex, he was so worried that I was still upset with him that I couldn't even lose my virginity to him. So don't act like you know how I feel, because you damn well don't. You got married to save face, and it was one sided."
"Was?"
"I have no doubt in my mind that you two have grown closer, and I will not stand here and let you indirectly rub it in my damn face."
"S-Sakura-"
"That's Haruno-san to you Uzumaki-san. You'd do well to remember it." Hinata paled slightly and nodded, her form shaking slightly.
"I will take you up on your earlier offer, but in no way will we bring up the past. Understood?" Sakura straightened herself before bending down to pick up the soiled beanie. Hinata nodded and smiled slightly; knowing she'd gotten through to the stubborn female.
"Very well, my home is this way."
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Sakura sat awkwardly at the small coffee table in the living room; Akira not far behind. He continued to look around the smaller apartment confusingly (his home was bigger) and couldn't help but stare at the blonde child with irritation. Tsuyoshi wouldn't stop poking him and pulling at his hair. Twice he'd shoved the child back in hopes of getting him to leave him alone, but the child wouldn't relent. Currently though, Akira was settled in his mother's lap and Tsuyoshi was crying after he'd been hit in the face with a rattle.
"I apologies about Tsuyoshi's behavior. He rarely see's other children; so he's excited."
"Well…Akira seems to be acting fine…so I'm not sure what to be sorry about." Sakura mumbled. It was natural for her to play with Akira in such a way; and the two of them were beyond new to this whole mother/son thing and were more or less winging it to get by. Besides, she'd have slapped the little kid to if he'd been constantly poking her face.
Nuzzling the top of his head, Sakura placed a chaste kiss to it before she leaned forward slightly to hold the tea-cup. Her hand shaking as she tried to not drop it; the damn thing was glass! Frowning slightly, she placed the cup back down and folded her hands in her sons lap.
She didn't like tea much anyway.
Hinata took note of this and frowned slightly.
"…I see glass still bothers you slightly…and before you get mad Naruto told me."
"Well...habits are hard to break."
"So then what do you use in your home?"
"Plastic."
"…Isn't that hard though when you have guests?"
"You can get decorated plastic you know." Hinata blinked several times before nodding and raising her cup to her lips. Tsyuoshi's blue eyes kept going over Sakura, causing her to shift awkwardly.
"The resemblance is un-canny isn't it…"
"….Yea…let's go with that word."
Smiling, Hinata rose from her seated position at the table and made her way into the kitchen, stirring the food she had on the stove. Sakura looked around the pale blue room and took in the couch that was behind her, and love seat that was to her right. In front of her sat a small TV, and around it hung pictures. Standing up, she placed Akira on the floor and walked toward the pictures on the wall, her heat clenching slightly at the picture of her and Naruto from prom. Smiling, her eyes took in the other pictures the loitered on the wall of them from childhood, as well as several of Hinata and family. The one that stood out among the rest was the one of her and Naruto kissing.
Her eyes watered slightly. That picture was taken on his 18th birthday, and she'd dropped the cake she baked him all over the floor; and with hopes of stopping her crying kissed her on the lips. Beside that picture, was one of Hinata Holding Tsuyoshi, Naruto by her side smiling genuinely compared to the other pictures that held the both of them together.
"….I don't see why you never came by…I know you have the address. We would've welcomed you with open arms."
"I was angry."
"But that wasn't all...was it Sakura?"
"If I'd told him to jump…he'd have asked how high."
"I don't understand.."
"If i came back into your lives, he'd have immediately left you and tried to take Tsuyoshi with him. Don't act like you don't know he wouldn't. If I was in his predicament, the chance I got to go, I'd go."
"…Do you still love him?"
"Love? I'm not sure if that's what I'm feeling anymore. I'm just tired of it all."
"What do you mean?"
"it seems that whenever I get my shit together, someone from my past comes up and tears all that I worked for down again; and honestly I don't like it."
"…I'm willing to help you if you let me…."
"….im sorry I shut you out."
"It was understandable. Can we at least be friends?" Sakura smiled and both women shared a quick embrace.
"So, what times dinner?"
"Around five I suppose."
"Well, I'm going to head to the gym; I suppose I'll come back." Sakura smiled and walked toward the children, picking up Akira and holding him on her hip.
"I could watch him for you if you'd like."
"I don't doubt that for a minute. But I'm trying to get more involved in the mother life; if you get what I mean." Hinata laughed and nodded, Helping Sakura and Akira out of the small apartment.
"You'll most likely bump into Naruto; can you handle that?"
"Pretty sure I can." Putting Akira in the stroller, Sakura made her way out of the apartment; waving back before breaking into a jog to get to the gym. Leaned her head forward slightly; she dropped her gaze to look at her orange jumpsuit clad son. Her lip curled in distaste and stopping momentarily, she took the jacket off him; leaving him in a black top and orange pants.
"On second thought…maybe it is good that you aren't Naruto's son..."
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Akira was being a relatively quiet child, aside from his constant gasps every time Sakura landed a sound blow to the head of the dummy. Leaning back slightly to look at her kid, she shot him a wink before punching it again, causing it to lean back. Akira bubbled with laughter and Sakura grinned, his laughter stroking her growing ego. She'd bumped into Naruto moments before and the two had a Quick conversation which pretty much was just to confirm that everyone was friends again.
"It's that your son Sakura?" Said person turned to lock eyes with Temari Sabaku, a warning bell sounding in the back of her.
"….Y-yea..."
"Wow, he looks just like Gaara when he was younger. HEY GAARA GET A LOAD OF THIS!" Sakura paled and quickly removed the boxing gloves from her hands, shoving them back into the Naruto's Gym bag.
"…What is it Temari?"
"You wouldn't believe this Sakura has the cutest baby ever, he even looks like you! You have to get a load of this!" Stepping out of the backroom, Gaara let his eyes roam the Gym area, un-wrapping the bandages that adorned each hand. Raising a non-existent eyebrow, he saw a flash of pink head to the door pushing what seemed to be…a stroller? He wasn't even too sure.
Sakura on the other hand, had never been so scared in her whole life. Right now, all the abuse her mother put her through was a close second to the amount of fear that was coursing through her being.
"Oi, Temari, why the hell are you yelling?"
"Shut the fuck up Kankuro. I was commenting about Sakura's baby."
"Are you sure it's hers?" Temari turned to glare at her younger brother, rubbing the side of his head with her knuckle.
"'Course I am, he had her eyes."
"…So you called me here to see her baby?"
"That looked just like you!" Gaara took a step back slightly, his mind reeling. Ripping the bandages from his hand and discarding them on the floor, Gaara broke into a run and made his way out of the gym and down the street. His eyes scanning the crowd for anything pink. There was no way it was his kid, right? It'd been a year since they slept together; he was positive she would've taken the necessary precautions to prevent a pregnancy so could it be someone else's child?
Leaning against the wall of the building, Gaara blinked several times, his head swimming with the premonition of an upcoming migraine.
There was no way.
So that's pretty much it ^_^ I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and if you have any questions or noticed any grammer errors just review about them lol. The next chapter will contain a lemon/flash back. So don't spaz. Aren't I a tease lol :P