Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters.
Here's chapter 4. This might be my longest chapter yet, and it was definitely fun to write. :] Gomen'nasai for the wait… enjoy. :]
By the way… I don't know the real names of Sakura's parents so if anyone does know please tell me… I had to make them up. :[
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Chapter 4:
"No way! You stood with a guy?! Details!" Ino, Sakura's co-worker, excited chatted to Sakura; they had been roommates in college, and best friends ever since she convinced Sakura to break up with the playboy, Kiba; she had later found out her was cheating on her.
"Sasuke Uchiha to be exact," Sakura winked.
"Ohmigosh!" Ino squealed, jumping up and down. "Did you two hit off? Did you bang?" A mischievous smirk spread across her lips. Sakura turned beet red.
"Th—that's none of your business!" Ino laughed at the flushed pinkette's retort. Before they could continue, Shikamaru showed up to let Sakura off her shift.
"You're late, Shika-Nara!" Ino crossed her arms with a frown. Shikamaru let out an exaggerated grown.
"Don't be such a drag, Ino… I have a life that's worth way more than this job…" he said as he lazily slipped behind the counter. Sakura laughed, knowing Ino secretly had a crush on their lazy co-worker. Personally, Sakura didn't like him inside job mode; he was the one who always told her to cover for him because he was "sick".
"Well, I got to split, you guys! Doctor's appointment," Sakura said, throwing her jacket and purse over her shoulder.
"Okay, text me whenever you get out!" Ino waved, watching Sakura walk out.
As she trudged through the streets of Konoha, Sakura sighed, looking at her cell phone. Sasuke said he would text her once he got off work. She was smiling happily from looking at his earlier text of "good morning, beautiful:)". It had been about a week or so since she was snowed in his house. She just got the guts to tell Ino about her new boyfriend, but she had been feeling ill lately; today was her doctor's appointment.
When she got to the office, she was accepted inside to see her doctor. The doctor asked several questions before she asked: "How old are you, Ms. Haruno?"
"Nineteen," Sakura answered.
"I thought so; when you reach eighteen, we're required to take a pregnancy test." Sakura frowned; she just wanted to get her prescription and get out of there, but now she would be there even longer. She reluctantly followed the procedure and then sat down on the bed-like chair while she awaited her results. I wonder what Sasuke's doing right now… Sakura thought with a smile, twirling a pink strange of hair around her finger.
"Excuse me, Ms. Haruno?" Shizune, the doctor, got her attention. Sakura looked over and gave her a questioning look. Shizune continued: "I have your results, miss; you're pregnant." Sakura's eyes shot open, she was… what? Sasuke got her pregnant? Which time was it? How would she tell him—heck, how would she tell her parents? Would they still let her go out with him? Her world was crashing down in a devastating blow.
Sakura finished her appointment, completely appalled. She felt her phone buss; frantically, she checked it, thinking it was her mom: it was Ino.
-hey girl! U out yet?-
-Ino I hav a HUGE prob-
Sakura swallowed, half-hoping Ino wouldn't text back. She did:
-omg wat?!-
She typed it out hesitantly: -i.m pregnant. With an Uchiha kid.-
Now her phone rang with Ino's number flashing on the screen. Sakura picked it up: "I don't know what to do, Ino!"
"Okay, rule number one: calm down. It'll be okay, trust me… you have to break the news to Sasuke in person—that's first, even before telling your mom."
"What? Why?" Sakura question, confused. She stopped walking homeward.
"Because," Ino continued, "you need to see where he stands on this; plus, Uchiha's are responsible. He would probably want to save you the embarrassment of telling your parents by telling them himself."
Sakura sighed, "I guess you would know."
"What can I say? His over-responsibility is why we couldn't even start dating back in college! But you two are working out, eh?" There was a romantic giggle in her voice. Sakura rolled her eyes; Ino knew how to make light of everything.
Sakura's cell beeped. "Hey, I've got a text hold on."
"Oh that's okay; I'm gonna let you go. Me and Shika are… taking a break from work." Before Sakura could reply, Ino had hung up. I swear, they need to just start dating already… she thought, shaking her head.
The text was from Sasuke: -hey i.m out- Sakura sighed. What would he say? –hi! I need to talk to u in person can we meet up?- She sent her message, slumping down onto a street bench. Her stomach turned; she couldn't tell if it was the nerves or the baby forming inside her.
-sure where r u at- her phone buzzed at Sasuke's response. Sakura sent him her location and waited for him to arrive.
What would he do? Would she lose him? He felt like her was a part of her now, and she couldn't bear to have him go. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her fear portrayed itself.
"Sakura, are you all right?" Sasuke asked when he arrived, taking her into his comforting arms. Sakura had meant to stop crying when he arrived, but that plan failed. She bawled her eyes out uncontrollably on his chest, gripping his shirt. Sasuke didn't know what to do with himself, so he comforted her: stroking her hair, whispering "it's okay", and tightening his loving embrace.
When she had calmed down a bit, Sasuke kissed Sakura's forehead. "What's wrong, Sakura?" He questioned gently while looking into her emerald eyes, glossy with tears.
"S—Sasuke… I… I have your child… in me, right now," she tried to be as subtle as possible. Sasuke's eyes opened as wide as their small shape would allow. "You… wait, what?" His heart raced. He got her pregnant. "You mean… you're—"
"I'm pregnant, Sasuke!" She tried to hide the fear in her eyes. She didn't want to see his reaction. He would push her away and never speak to her again. Uchiha Sasuke was going to leave her. He—a tighter embrace cut off her thoughts.
"We'll think of something…" Sasuke comforted her, pulling her closer and closer to himself: his loving self. Sakura threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with equal affection. Yes, they would work something out. They couldn't separate—not now, not ever. It wasn't an option. "I'm going to have to talk to your parents."
Sakura's eyes shot open. The thought scared her. "S—Sasuke, we could always just hide that it happened…" her voice trailed off when she saw Sasuke's expression change into a solemn frown from her words. She bit her bottom lip nervously.
"We're going to take care of this child, Sakura; I don't want to run from them," he sighed, his expression softening. "We'll figure something out, I promise."
"Okay," she mumbled, trying to have faith in him. Sasuke leaned down and caught her lips in a loving kiss; he would do something. She could count on him. Sasuke didn't venture to slip his tongue in her mouth, though he desired to. Sakura needed comfort, not a hot time in bed: that's what started their current situation.
They agreed that her parents had to know as soon as possible. Isamu Haruno, her father, would be holding the main conversation with Sasuke. He swallowed hard having never been in this situation before.
Upon arriving to her house, Sakura called out: "I'm home…" her vigor was gone. Sasuke nudged her. They didn't have to know right when the two guilty teens walked in.
"Oh, hello darling! Oh, Sasuke, you're here too," her mother smiled, greeting them warmly.
"Where's Mr. Haruno?" Sasuke asked politely.
"Oh, he should be in his study."
Sasuke nodded in gratitude, giving Sakura a parting look as he walked off.
(Sasuke's PoV):
I was nervous. I could feel my nerves taking wild turns as I made my way to the study. What could I say? I don't know a parental view on this kind of thing. I hadn't even been told "the birds and the bees" from my parents: my roommate in college, Suigetsu Hozuki, told me.
I gripped the doorknob and turning, greeting Isamu with a nod. He could see my nerves of worry in my face: he had to. My heart pounded as I opened my mouth to tell him. "Mr. Haruno, I need to talk to you."
"Certainly, come on in," he smiled a warm smile. I was mentally preparing myself to see it leave his lips in a matter of moments. I sat down in a cushioned seat that felt as hard as rock. His eyes were on me. Hard. Again, I started: "There's no point in beating around the bush… so I'm just going to tell you."
His expression changed. I had his attention enough already—did I really want it? I continued after a much need huff of air: "During the course of time Sakura was at my house, we… were intimate."
His face was solemn. My lips formed a firm, dry line; that look was not a good one. "She had a doctor's appointment today, and she found out she's pregnant with my child," I forced the words out of my resisting lips. His eyes shot open at the word "pregnant". He was silent for awhile, staring me down with stabbing eyes.
"You look apologetic," he finally stated, his voice not holding the usual tone of positive emotion.
"I defiled your daughter," I said. Was that a lie? I didn't feel like I had defiled her—it was love, right? But I suppose we could have waited. Maybe I had defiled her, maybe not. Right now, that just wasn't the best thing to talk about. He cleared his throat, folding his hands on his desk.
"What do you plan on doing with this child?"
My heart throbbed rapidly. I planned on keeping that baby: mine and Sakura's baby. So those words were the ones that I said. Isamu's eyes pierced into my soul—it was like he could see through me, and it's not like he has the sharingan.
"You're different; normally I'd want you as far away as possible from my precious baby girl after something like this, but you're willing to keep the baby and talk to me on top of that about your mistake. You do know you have to provide for the baby?"
"Yes."
"You will need a real job."
"The warehouse I work at pays as well as an office job if I go full time," I suggested. He nodded, pleased with my resolve, but a well controlled anger still burning in his eyes. There was no apology that would appease his justified wrath, so I said nothing.
An awkward silence fell over the room. Isamu Haruno tapped a pencil on his desk as he thought—more than likely about what he was going to do with me. My lips parted to say something, but he cut me off: "How does Sakura feel about this?" I thought back to that facial expression: flushed in fear, eyes glossed with tears of worry, her hard breathing as if she was devastated to be separate from me…
"She was very mixed up," I finally answered after my thoughts. He nodded.
"Let's go; to talk to my wide and Sakura, of course," he explained as he stood. I followed after him to speak to Mrs. Haruno and Sakura.
(Normal PoV)
Sasuke's hands were twitching in his pockets. His heart throbbed with intense worry. Was Sakura playing at still loving him after this? This child changed everything—absolutely everything. He would have to request a full time position; he would have to make sure Sakura was well-taken care of… Would it be like… marriage? They were only nineteen. Still so young… still so confused… but Sasuke knew what he wanted.
"S—Sasuke…" Kaori Haruno stuttered, a look that could not be interpreted clouding her usually joyous face.
"Sasuke!" Sakura smiled with teary eyes as she got up and hugged her arms around his neck in greeting. Her affection was returned with a short kiss on her cheek.
"Hn…" he grunted, a small smile forming on his face. The two Haruno parents watched them interact with wide eyes. Isamu sighed out as he ran his fingers through his brown mop of hair.
"You both seem to be compatible… I hope things work out for you; and do not hesitate to come to us for council," Sakura's father made it sound like a suggestion, but everyone knew it was a command. Sasuke nodded, intending to obey that command. As long as he could stay with his beloved Sakura, it didn't matter how many things he had to do or say or give up. They wouldn't be separated.
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There's chapter four! Very long… but I liked to write it. I hope you all enjoy where Truth or Dare is going so far, please R&R, and I'll be working on chapter 5. Arigatogozaimasu. :]
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