Summary: He left again. It didn't make a difference that he had convinced the Hokage to make it official mission. The fact is he left. And he didn't even have the guts to say good bye face to face. Who needs a stupid letter?

Warnings: Yaoi Lemons Mpreg Angst Swearing

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights, nor do I wish to own the rights to Naruto or its characters

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Letters

Chapter Two

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Stepping out into the fading light, Naruto allowed himself a sigh of relief. He had now checked off two things on his list. All he had to do for the rest of the day was eat and sleep. Tomorrow he would begin to prepare for his departure.

As he slowly made his way home, he failed to notice the person running to catch up with him. Finally hearing the huffed breathes of his follower, he turned to be greeted with one very puffed Kiba.

"I ran here straight after training," Kiba answered to the questioning look. Receiving an even more confused face he went on. "I wanted to know if you were up for ramen, but I guess if you don't want to..." He barely even had to wait a second for the apologizes to come gushing forward. It seemed nothing affected some things.

As they made their way to Ichiraku, Naruto never noticed the confused look he repeatedly received from his companion. It was not until there was food in front of them that Kiba spoke on what seemed to be bothering him.

"Does he know?" The death like whisper barely reached Naruto's ears.

"Pardon?"

Kiba's hands clenched tightly before he repeated himself.

"Does he know? Did he know before he left? About the baby."

Naruto dropped his chopsticks, eyes glued to the table.

"How…?"

Kiba tapped his nose lightly, a sad look on his face. His anger quickly came back.

"Answer the question, Naruto!"

Naruto sighed quietly, slowly lifting his eyes to meet Kiba's.

"I wondered the same thing. I thought that maybe he had somehow found out, and it had scared him. But no. He doesn't know. Tsunade-Baachan is right; he wouldn't have left if he knew."

A fake smile flitted over his face. Slowly he pushed away from the table, whispering his thanks for the meal. Moving to stand he was stopped by a pressure upon his arm. Confused, he tried pull away from the grip.

"Let me…let me look after you. I don't mean look after your heart, I wouldn't even imagine taking that job from Sasuke. I just mean let me look after you and the baby." He was looking at their hands, the way they strangely were the same color. Hearing a bitter laugh he looked up to see a shaking Naruto.

"I don't need anyone to look after me."

Walking down the street he tried to ignore the yelling as best he could.

"What if he doesn't come back Naruto! No one can do something like this alone! Let me be a friend, dammit!"

Realizing that he was having no effect, he re-entered the store to pay the bill. Why did people have to be stubborn? Was loneliness so great at healing wounds?

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Naruto,

I'm wondering if you'll actually read this. Maybe you'll just rip it up; you never were one to listen to excuses. I just thought you ought to know that I will be away on a mission for a while. Gondaime has sent me to finish what I started. I did ask her, so don't think she came up with it on her own. I know how angry you can get. I'm sorry if you wanted a tear streaked love letter, but you know I can't give you that. I can't give you much at all actually, not until I have done this for myself. I will never be whole until this is over; neither of us will be safe either. I will miss you, but I can't afford to think of you. I'm not stupid, I might not come back. I'm sorry. It might not mean anything, but I really am. I never mean for you to get hurt, but it seems to be the one thing I am exceptionally good at.

Teme

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Fishing the letter from one of the boxes in his cupboard, Naruto cursed his weakness. Not even a full day and he was already breaking the promise to himself.

He placed it in the draw beside their – his bed. It wouldn't hurt to just read it every so often, would it?

Sighing, he went to lay down again. Pulling the blanket to his chin he willed away his tears. There was no room for them in his life for the moment.

Kiba was right. Sasuke might not come back. He couldn't do this alone. He just needed some time to get over his wounded pride. This was his and Sasuke's baby. Was it really so bad of him if he didn't want others interfering?

Naruto curled into a tighter ball, wishing angrily that he hadn't changed the sheets. They smelled of lemons, but that was not the smell he craved. No, he needed something more.

They had made love the night before. The night before he left. Sasuke's scent had engulfed him. Even though he knew it would be worse in the morning if hadn't changed the sheets, he couldn't stop yelling at himself for his stupidity in changing them. He just wanted that last little connection. Just the smell of him in the house would be enough, even if it wasn't real.

It would be enough...

Because it would have to be.

A/N

This took a while to get up. Thanks for the reviews. Glad a few people liked it so far. I will probably repost this soon. I just wanted to get up before I went to work so it might not be so great. I haven't read through it yet in comparison to the first chapter. I'll probably update again in a week. See ya later.

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