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State of Shock

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I was added to Team Seven three years after Uchiha Sasuke's departure and betrayal. I thought that we were the perfect three man cell; me, Sakura and Naruto. Yamato-taichou was a good supervisor, and he trained Naruto very well along with Kakashi-sensei.

I can still remember how Naruto trained and trained, day in and day out. Sometimes I even watched him during the nights, when he believed that he was all alone, how he took off his sweaty shirt and trained even harder.

During that time, I could hear some of the other ninja in the Hokage Tower talk about how the Kyuubi vessel was wearing himself out for nothing; that the Uchiha would never come back even if he was alive.

And now, almost two years later, Sasuke is back – and he's now proud father of a small child that Sakura carried for him. Personally I believe that the kid is kind of ugly; all chubby and lively. Hopefully Sakura will teach the kid to shut up soon. I can't stand more wailing.

UAUAUA

It wasn't until I saw them going at it that I realised that they were having an affair. They weren't cheating on anyone, yet I felt guilty about not telling Sakura or Kiba – who had become a very good friend of Naruto's while Sasuke was gone.

Before the day I walked in on them, I saw Naruto's apartment as a lively place where you didn't had to hide who you were and what you wanted. It wasn't disgustingly dirty, and it wasn't ugly. It was merely welcoming and alive.

I considered it as my second home for awhile, but now I realise that I would never do that again. Not after what I saw.

How Sasuke thrust in and out of Naruto, who was bent over the kitchen table. The panting and the throaty moans that emitted from both of them made me feel at unease, but I stayed when they didn't notice me.

The table was slamming into the wall, probably disturbing the neighbours a great deal. Naruto's hips would be all bruised if they kept it up, I thought. They didn't stop, and Naruto's hips continued to slam into the table as Sasuke pounded into him.

I left after that, wondering what would be the right thing to do. I could tell Sakura and have her even more depressed. She had imagined her life with Sasuke and their child as flawless and perfect. Yet, he had left her as soon as his heir was born.

Or, I could keep quiet and leave it be. Sakura didn't need to know, I mused. She could heal herself now, slowly, without anymore trouble. When Naruto turned down on her when she needed him the most – she couldn't raise a child on her own – she asked me to help her. Kakashi was doing his best, as the honourable sensei I knew he was.

I could tell Kiba. The Inuzuka would of course react wildly, as he always did. Yell curses and bark obscenities for days. He would be angry beyond belief, and he wouldn't understand why. He wouldn't understand that it was jealousy. Kiba had yet to understand that his friendship with Naruto had long ago turned into something more.

Or, I could shut my mouth. That way, Kiba would live in belief that he and Naruto were best friends and would forever be. That way, Kiba wouldn't understand that he was in love with the blonde.

UAUAUA

So, really, I was doing Kiba a favour when I told him. If I kept it to myself, the brown-haired moron would never understand that his feelings had grown. What I didn't understand was why Kiba didn't thank me?

The bruise he gave me would last for weeks.

To Be Continued