Summary: Sasuke's life was going according to plan...until a baby was delivered to his doorstep. He's positive it's not his, so who's could it be, and why did he get it? But if it's not his...why does it look so much like him? And why is the handwriting on the note so familiar?
Warning: May contain yaoi, but I'm not sure yet- Maybe not. So, possible pairings: SasuSaku or SasuNaru. You tell me. Oh, this story is AU and rated T for safety.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters except for ones I may create in later chapters.
A/N: I was really surprised that you all assumed that Sakura would even be there to help care for the baby. I had something planned for this before I even wrote it, so you'll be very surprised if you thought that Sakura would just be there to help Sasuke.
Baby Wishes
Written By: Alley-Oop
Sasuke couldn't sleep for nearly the rest of the night. He had, of course, brought the squealing infant into his home, but was clueless as far as what to do from there. He just sat there for a moment, awe and incredibility taking over all sense of reason.
Never had he ever thought this scenario possible; he hadn't ever even entertained the notion before. It was impossible that this baby was his because- sad as it might have been- he was still a virgin. He had never wasted his time on women. He was only 23 years old; he could worry about those things later. For the moment, he was completely focused on his career and making sure his brother, Itachi, made it through the illness that had refined him to the hospital. Most of his time included only those two things, actually, and he liked it that way.
He could not take care of a baby. It wasn't even a possibility. Not only did he not have the time, but he also didn't have the necessities; and just to put the cherry on top, it wasn't his kid! Why should he have to deal with the annoying, babbling, vomit-machine?
Sasuke soon realized that he couldn't just sit there in shock. The baby wasn't about to stop squealing and he was not about to leave it sit there. As much as he hated kids- babies much less- he wasn't so cold hearted that he wouldn't try to do something to help the infant.
Carefully, Sasuke lifted the baby from its tiny bassinet, being sure to support its head. As he did so, a note fluttered out from the blanket that the baby was wrapped in. Sasuke, gently holding the baby against his chest, bent over to retrieve the note.
Mr. Uchiha,
I leave this infant in your care. I'll have you know that I believe you have all the potential in the world to care for it. Your son's name is Kayo, which, if you didn't know already, means "beautiful generation." He is nearly 21/2 months old.
Because I know you're new at this, I'll leave you with some simple directions. First, when he cries, he either wants attention, needs his diaper changed, or is hungry. When he is hungry, just fill a bottle with two scoops of baby formula and two thirds of the way with water. Heat it for ten seconds or until it's warm, but don't let it burn his mouth. That's about all you need to know.
Thank you so much for taking in our child.
Sincerely,
A Grateful Friend
Sasuke could not believe that audacity this person had! First, they left a baby placed on his doorstep, then they claimed it was his- no, their- child, when it very obviously was not, and finally they called him their friend. Sasuke didn't think so. However, when he read the note, he couldn't help but notice how familiar the handwriting was. It was amazing. It looked just like… No, it couldn't be. Sasuke pushed the thought from his mind. There was absolutely no way. He wouldn't even amuse such absurd thoughts.
Sasuke, while still holding the baby, sifted through the bassinet for any more supplies or helpful items. To his surprise, he found a pacifier, some clean diapers, a few wet-wipes, a tiny bottle, and a small container of formula. Also, he just realized that the infant- Kayo- was clutching a stuffed dog. Sasuke grunted. If there was one thing he hated more than babies, it was stuffed animals. Put them together, and Sasuke's mental health was threatened.
Either way, though, Sasuke had to get this baby to shut up. He assumed that it was hungry. He didn't know why, but he did. He carefully laid Kayo back into his bassinet and grabbed the bottle and formula. Looking at the note once more to be sure he knew what to do, he stalked into the kitchen, Kayo's shrieks hot on his trail.
Not too long afterwards, he came back out, a warm bottle in hand. He had successfully made the bottle the perfect temperature with a little help from an advanced microwave that had a "bottle" button preset on it.
Thank God for technology, Sasuke thought, scooping the baby back into his arms. He stood and paced while he fed Kayo. Pacing had always helped him think more clearly, although he had never had to hold a bottle and baby while he did it, which made progress a little less efficient.
Okay, time to sort this out. First off, he's not my baby. Secondly, how do I get rid of him? I think I can handle it for tonight. I just have to get him to go to sleep. Feed him, burp him, check his diaper, and put him to bed. Tomorrow morning I'll call the police to investigate. Then they can tell me what the hell to do with this thing… Sasuke almost refused to think of Kayo as a real person. He was a thing, just a baby. He had no place secured in Sasuke's eyes, and that made him worthless as of the moment.
Sasuke successfully executed all the items on his metal list for the night. He fed Kayo until he refused the bottle. He then set to work on burping the baby, which actually kind of scared Sasuke. What if he was too aggressive? What if he couldn't get Kayo to burp?
However, he hadn't really needed to worry at all. Kayo burped without a problem. In fact, he was so burp-happy that he managed to puke on Sasuke. He didn't throw up everything he had eaten, much to Sasuke' relief, but enough to make Sasuke sigh and nearly yell at Kayo. He was about to do just that, in fact, when he realized the infant was done screeching. He was actually giggling… at Sasuke. He must have made a face when Kayo threw up on him, because he was laughing and extremely excited about something. Then, to make things just that much worse, Kayo farted, and a nauseating smell leaked from his diaper. Sasuke was about done with patiently taking care of this child. He wanted it to shut up, sleep, and then be taken away for good.
So Sasuke, using what little of his patience was left, flipped Kayo around and checked his diaper, nervously anticipating what he would find. However, there was nothing there- the diaper was clean. Sasuke smirked to himself. His job was over…for the most part. He placed Kayo back into his bassinet, and then covered him with the blanket. The baby seemed to instantly pass out. Sasuke was glad for that at least. Very carefully and gently, he lifted the entire bassinet and carried it to his room, trying to avoid collisions whenever possible. Finally, though, he made it to his bedroom without any severe casualties. He dreaded having the baby in there, lest it cry and wake him, but that was the point.
Sasuke left Kayo alone for a moment to go back down the stairs and check to see if the door was locked, which it was, and be sure that he had a good plan of action. Calling the police seemed reasonable to him, but it was something he would wait 'til morning to do. Kayo wasn't his, and he didn't want him, but one night would be okay.
Sasuke smiled softly to himself when he was finally able to lie back down and close his eyes. He was sleeping almost instantly, despite the fact that his mind was racing at unintelligible speeds.
A/N: Okay, I know that this chapter was kind of boring, but it's 1a.m., and I'm satisfied for the most part. I love the plot of it so far. You guys don't even know- it's going to get really crazy real soon.
REVIEWS!!! I need them to continue, so if you want to know what I have planned- ;) – then please review. You know you want to!
Oh, and it's not too late to vote for your choice couple. Remember, it's between SasuSaku or SasuNaru. I don't mind either way, but so far SasuSaku is winning.
See ya 'round.
Alley-Oop
