The Valiant
Sasuke's brother was standing in his doorway holding the white cordless phone in one hand while the other held the straps of his black messenger bag tightly. His dark coat hid what he wore underneath but Sasuke could tell that it was his favorite suit, the one that he'd worked for two summers just to get.
Sasuke rubbed the sleep crust from his eyes.
"What the fuck do you want?"
Itachi rolled his eyes. "Hinata was on the phone, sounds something horrible you know. I think she's in some sort of trouble."
"Trouble?"
"Yeah, but before I could get you up she said that she'd just come on over." Itachi sighed. "Look, I'm on my way to an interview so try not to get into any trouble while I'm away-I think you know what I mean."
Sasuke rolled his dark eyes. "What? I got lucky. It isn't my fault The Grandmother had decided to walk right in instead of knocking. I can't believe she called Naruto that though. That was just fucked up."
"What? A faggot? Isn't it considered Faggotry to ass-fuck someone?"
"You saying you're a Homophobe?"
Itachi gave his younger brother a ghost of a smile-and yet, Sasuke noted that his dark eyes seemed just a bit dull. "No. I am definitely not a Homophobe."
"Oh, ok."
Itachi's voice held a bit of irony too.
As the younger Uchiha sat up he felt a dull pain which made him lay back down. His calves hurt and his feet felt like they were on fire. "I hate soccer."
"But you're so good at it little brother."
"Hn." Sasuke gave the usual response then added: "It's just not my thing."
"Your thing? Then what is your thing? Pot? Booze? Sex? Really brother, you need to find some new type of hobby."
"A hobby?"
Itachi nodded. "Yes."
"Well brother, seeing as you are such an asexual geek whose idea of fun is studying-what would you propose other then soccer. I really don't like soccer."
"Drama club? Archery?"
"You serious?"
"Yes…but then someone like you would just fuck the drama club."
"Bite me."
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"Pregnant." Sasuke said more to himself then asking the girl beside him. He looked over at Hinata, her blue t-shirt was slightly rumpled from her constant yanking. They sat on his grandmother's yellow couch, the plastic made a screech every now and then whenever they moved. Sasuke's eyes were concentrated on the now very interesting brown carpet beneath his feet. "Does Kabuto know?"
"No."
"Will you tell him?"
"No."
It began to rain outside the tip tapping comforting as it hit the slate roof almost drowning out the silence that had over taken both friends in the room. It were as though she would no longer speak of it past the point of pregnant. Sasuke being as socially inept as he was, figured that going up to Kabuto and dragging him to his house to confront the situation with Hinata wouldn't fly and it angered him that he had no control over what was to come. He couldn't tell Hinata to tell Kabuto nor could he make Kabuto understand the gravity of what he'd done and take responsibility.
That was driving him crazy.
He cracked his knuckles one by one.
Pop.
"So what are you going to do?"
Pop.
"I don't know."
Pop.
"Well isn't it a little dire, to know ones plans after being pregnant."
Pop.
"Well I was considering something."
Pop.
"What?"
Pop.
"I wanted to raise the baby…with you."
He hadn't thought of that. He placed his hands on his parted knees and gripped them tightly as his mind went through a flurry of thoughts. He was no where near ready to be a father, hell, he wasn't even ready to baby sit, Hinata knew this. He looked over at his friend and noted her pink cheeks and the tears that refused to cascade down her pale pink cheeks.
She was just a girl who was taken advantage of. She didn't know what to do with a baby-hell, as far as Sasuke knew she didn't know how to even change a diaper. He sighed deeply, his heart beating in his ears like that night, when she had climbed into his window sopping wet from the freezing rain after IT happened.
"Parents then? Well I'll be honest with you, I'm going to make one fucked up dad."
Her eyes focused on his wide as her mouth opened the shut then opened again. She registered his words and laughed behind her palm. "We'll both make fucked up parents."
"That we will." Sasuke said. He fingered through his pockets for his cigs finding them not there and sighed again. "I'm going to make a horrible partner as well. I'll cheat with men and drink and smoke-not in front of the kid of course."
"I know."
"And I might just curse."
"Duly noted."
"I wont be able to satisfy your needs."
"Wasn't asking you to."
"Good."
Outside the rain continued to pour, the sky was now completely black. It was a dreary day for the teenagers inside the old rundown house and yet, with their witty banter and smiles and understanding it seemed to lighten just a bit.
Hinata had to tell her father that she was pregnant.
Sasuke had to confront his grandmother and brother-tell them that he would help Hinata take care of her baby, and maybe when he found the time-get Kabuto and Sakura back.
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Ooooooo
I just had to get this out. I didn't know how I would write this so if it isn't good then I'm sorry. I've been going through quite a bit so I haven't been able to update but here it is. Just to tell you guys this will be one hell of a long story as I don't have even and inkling as how it will end. I wanted it to go one way, where it would have ended in two chapters making it up to chapter 9 but then I decided to go another way with it.
I also noticed that this chapter and the previous weren't written with as much detail which I apologize for. I hope this is up to par with the rest-if a bit corny with their joking and all. I just couldn't get Sasuke to really freak out about it. He was shocked but not full blown OMG.
Hinata will break down in the next chapter and Kabuto and Sakura? Well just to give you a hint. Someone will be fucked raw in retaliation to what happened to Hinata and someone will get a few fingers and ribs broken. And it isn't who you think.
Oh and if anyone would like special pairings then just review with who you want. And I apologize for the Bashing of any characters it was unintentional-it just happened for the sake of the story.
No flames please!