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Ok…so…I think a lot of people hate me now…sadly that last chapter had a lot of viewers running away. Thanks to all who were brave enough to come back and read another chapter! I'm very grateful! And trust me…you will not be disappointed.

This chapter moves very fast and I hope you enjoy it more than the last...

Sasuke was not happy. Scratch that…Sasuke was livid. He'd come home all of thirty minutes previously and there was no one there. No blond dobe in sight. He was furious. And to top it all off nobody knew where his boyfriend was! He'd gone to search for his possession as soon as he'd realized the future Hokage was not in the mansion and absolutely no-one knew where he was. At least, that's what they all had said to him.

So he was sulking. He was sitting in the dark, in the living room, and sulking. He was also brooding, but when dealing with Sasuke the latter is almost a presumption. He was also worrying. He was worrying that Naruto had been sent on a mission, which would be bad since he'd not only rushed back for his dobe's birthday, but had also arranged a party. But he didn't think Tsunade would send away her favorite hyperactive ninja when it was his birthday.

He hadn't spoken to many about the arrangements. Only Ino and Mijime knew. He was going to tell Naruto about her; though he wasn't sure when, or how Naruto would take the news…perhaps it would be better if he just kept her a secret a little longer. Though he had been seeing her for months now and if someone found out and told Naruto it wouldn't be good. But he'd wait until after his birthday.

He groaned in frustration. Where was his blond?!

Naruto felt like he couldn't breathe. He wasn't sure anymore if he even was breathing. All he could do was stare. He would have questioned her sanity, if he had not already done so a few minutes ago. He would have questioned her medical ability, if he had not already done that as well. He would have questioned anything and everything, if he did not have such a strong feeling that it would be in vain. Coupled with the fact that he didn't trust his mouth to produce noise anymore and all was not looking good for Naruto.

He was still stood in the same place he had been an hour ago. There were more people in the room now; Tsunade had needed back-up and proof, which Sakura and Shizune had provided. Naruto wanted to cry. But he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to break down and scream that nothing was fair and throw a tantrum, his body simply refused to respond any more.

He could hear them talking; the three women. They were discussing his mental health. What? Did they honestly expect him to react well to this…this…thing?! He certainly thought that he had every right to be speechless and on the verge of…well…something…something that certainly wasn't good anyway. Naruto had never been very good when it came to stuff like this. But he was pretty god damned sure that dude's could not get pregnant!

It hurt. An immense pain spreading throughout her whole body and she heard herself scream out as he thrust inside her again painfully. But truly she was numb. Her mind was completely elsewhere. It had become her form of dealing. She had desperately hoped that she would find her home empty upon return, but she was not so lucky.

She wished she knew how to get out of this. How to get away from him…she would do anything but…he had told her he loved her, and treated her so much better than all the others. She should have known it was a lie; that no man could ever make her happy. Now she was trapped. What if she was never free of him – forced to live a life of pain? She couldn't bear it.

How much longer until he comes? She thought absentmindedly as he continued to ravage her violently. She stared at her reflection in her vanity mirror opposite the bed. Her eyes didn't focus on what was happening but rather herself…how pitiful and weak she looked. Blood was smeared all over her pale skin and her usually bright blond hair was dirty with cum and dirt and blood. Her usually sparkling blue eyes shone only with misery and she wished to be seen for what she was.

"Where are we going?" Naruto questioned silently as his pink haired friend led him to a separate location within the Hokage tower that he'd never cared to notice before.

"This is the psychiatric ward. Don't worry. We don't think you're crazy but I think it would do you good to talk to someone. There is a psychiatrist here who I think would be able to help. Her name's Mijime I think, and I've heard she's very sweet."

Naruto frowned…he didn't want to go and talk to a stranger; he wanted to sulk and cry and moan like a little baby. He didn't think he needed to speak to anyone right now, but he knew that the women in his life generally knew what they were talking about – or liked to think they did – so he would go with it.

They entered a new room, it was very pale and reminded him of a hospital, though he had to admit it seemed like it could be a nursery too; just with less colours. So he had to concede, this place wasn't quite as bad as he thought it might be…there were no screaming bald men and the walls seemed firm enough for him to realize they didn't think him completely insane. They reached a door and stopped, he watched and waited as Sakura turned to him and smiled gently.

"I've met her a few times outside of here and she seems very friendly. Talk to her…I think she can help you get over the shock of this…concern, as Tsunade has dubbed it," She giggled, obviously trying to lighten the mood; it wasn't going to happen. She cleared her throat awkwardly, "well…anyways… I think you and her will get along well." She turned and walked away, but not without pausing to pass one last comment of 'have fun' before disappearing out of the area.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed open the door and stepped into a freshly scented room. It smelled of lavender and jasmine, immediately calming his senses and giving him a feeling of home. He looked around and noticed that the room was decorated rather differently from the rest of this ward. There were pictures and posters on the walls and everything was brightly coloured. A beautiful woman sat at a desk and placed in front of that was a yellow couch, as soon as she caught sight of the blond she smiled widely and stood up.

"What can I do for you, Naruto? I've heard so much about you…"

Sakura stared at the blank wall. She had just left Naruto with a stranger after the news they had given him; were they insane? Probably. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes in frustration. Tsunade had told her to keep an eye on Sasuke – apparently someone had told Naruto the Uchiha was unfaithful. 'What a load of shit!' Her mind cursed at the fools who thought they could get away with spreading such a nonsense rumor.

She knew Sasuke well enough to realize that he would not stoop so low as to cheat; it wasn't in his nature. Sure…the guy kept to himself but he wouldn't hurt Naruto in such a way. She knew first hand how kind the dark haired boy could actually be; especially concerning the blond future Hokage.

Naruto should know this too! But he was obviously going to let the rumors get to him and not realize that Sasuke was better than that. Sakura was not blind though, she knew that Sasuke was keeping a secret; he was doing a lot of sneaking around. But she knew it couldn't be another lover – a woman at that! It was preposterous and she would not entertain such an idea any longer.

Letting her thoughts drift off the topic she calmly smiled to herself as she pictured what her wedding was going to look like. She and Lee had decided to get married two months from now; it seemed too long to wait, but they were ninja's and their job came first. Sakura had taken a good chunk of time off during the later months of her pregnancy and she was repaying it all now.

But when thinking of her and Lee finally binding themselves together officially it made her heart nearly leap out of her chest. She knew that a piece of paper truly meant absolutely nothing, but it was a vow and it was a promise to love each other until death do they part and Sakura had always been one for sappy romances…

Sasuke groaned as he twisted on the sofa. He knew it was late now and that fact made him nearly boil over with anger. Where the fuck was that dobe?! He had arrived home hours ago now and he hated waiting. He squeezed the soft fluffy cushions beneath his head hard, nearly tearing them apart, but he managed to hold himself back.

The only reason he had the god forsaken fluffy – fluffy! Of all things?! – pillows was because his stupid little boyfriend had insisted, and he could never say no to the imbecile. Even thinking of the blond now managed to make his pumping heart falter and calm. He sighed and rested his head against the pillow again.

She was right…he did need more anger management. 'Mijime…' He smiled as he thought of the woman. He had a huge urge to go to her; she would be able to quell his raging fury; she always could. But he wouldn't. He'd sit here and let the rage burn until the boy returned.

Naruto's brow creased; this woman seemed awfully familiar with him as she began to lead him out of the building. He didn't ask where she was taking him; he was sure it was she who would be doing the questioning. She answered him anyway, seeming to read his mind like a book.

"We'll go to a restaurant downtown that I know you like. I prefer not to do these sessions at my office; it's far too uncomfortable for my clients. And from what sources tell me you hate being pressured so I'm sure you'll be happy with this."

Naruto couldn't keep himself from muttering to the girl, Mijime, "And who are these sources?" He wasn't sure that she'd heard him at all until he noticed her smile turned uneasy and her eyes glazed with bitterness. He frowned again, why on earth she would be bitter about him asking a question like that was beyond him.

"I'm sorry Naruto…that's confidential. I'd have to kill you if I told you." She said, like she really would kill him. The blond grew tense, what was with this girl? He knew she couldn't hurt him; he could feel by the way her body moved and the innocence in her eyes that she was not – nor had ever been - a ninja.

Suddenly laughter burst out of her supple lips and she doubled over from the force of it. It was only then that he realized that she was joking; trying to lighten the mood he supposed. It wasn't going to happen. His vision blurred slightly and he wound a hand around his middle, but he refused to cry, he would handle this as well as he could. But it wasn't the concept of children that terrified him – it was Sasuke.

"Come on, Naruto." Mijime's voice pulled him out of his worries for a moment as they headed down a street he knew all too well. It was only then that he realized; this girl really did know a lot about him. For there in front of him stood a stall he nearly worshipped.

Ichiraku Ramen.

An agonizing scream ripped from her throat as she felt him explode inside her, he refused to wear condoms, so sure that she would never tell anyone what he did to her. He was a higher ranking ninja than her; a Jounin whilst she was only Chuunin, and he seemed to believe that he would get away with raping a woman as wanton as her.

He had been, since at least a month prior to her mission.

She felt him pull out of her and vaguely heard him dress himself before slipping out of her small apartment. The blond simply rolled into her self and rocked; like she always did, silent tears fell from swelling eyes. Her beautiful form ached from the bruises and cuts that adorned her flesh. The old had healed while she had been on the mission and he hadn't liked that. Beating her much more brutally, caring not for the state of her body once he was finished – he knew her well – the ones she could not heal she would cover up with makeup and Genjutsu.

Crawling off of the bed, covered in blood, sperm and saliva from the rape, she made her way to the bathroom. She would bathe herself well and try in vain to wash all traces of him off and out of her body. Then she would do something she normally wouldn't; she would call Mijime.

Normally ninja like her would not need to use a phone but the casual citizens did and she had always felt like it saved a lot of time. Besides, due to the fact that Mijime was no ninja it was always more difficult to track her Chakra signature. Also, Ino was in no state to move anywhere but the security of her home. So the telephone would be a good option for her to contact her friend…after the bath that is.

A long sigh was emitted from the body as it lay on the couch; a scowl set firmly into place. Sasuke Uchiha could not get more impatient, he was slowly losing his mind…he'd always been a calm person though, and it seemed that only the dobe could ever break that mould, but at the moment he didn't care and his brain was racking desperately to find something distracting.

Finally though, it landed on a bottle of lotion sitting on the far corner of the room. It seemed it hadn't been moved since it was bought but the Uchiha knew for a fact he was not the one who purchased the lubricant. He frowned slightly – he and his boyfriend's last sexual experience had not been very fulfilling for Naruto. In fact Sasuke was sure he'd hurt his lover substantially. He felt bad and guilty…he really did need to control his anger.

And he would need to make it up to Naruto as well…perhaps he'd let the blond top him once he was finished giving him into trouble for being so late home tonight. But then he shook the thought from his mind – Naruto preferred to be the uke and he preferred to be seme so there really was no point in trading roles.

They had experimented a number of times in different ways and Sasuke was very comfortable with having Naruto take him once in a while; he did enjoy having his boyfriend inside him…though he would not say that he liked that better than topping, plus he was much better at a dominant role. Yet they never really did do such things any more; Sasuke was always seme because Naruto never wanted to be. It was as simple as that.

So perhaps he would take the blond somewhere romantic…like dinner or something. But then that wouldn't bode well either since neither himself nor Naruto were really into such things. Maybe he could cook dinner…no, it was too late at night now for that. Breakfast! He'd bring his lover breakfast in bed the next morning.

Sasuke made a mental promise that even if he was still mad at Naruto in the morning; he'd make him breakfast in bed. Somehow coming to this resolution actually helped Sasuke feel a little better; maybe things wouldn't be so bad when the dobe returned after all.

"Yes…I understand where you're coming from, I'm sure you're boyfriend will understand though..."

"You don't know Sasuke though. He might think I'm a total freak!" Mijime giggled a little before muttering 'oh dear god' and smiling kindly at him; as though he were a small child begging for cookies that he was declined. Naruto didn't like it one bit.

"Well…either way I think you should take this as a good thing and put your worries behind you. Tell me about what family you've had before now?"

Naruto was about to answer her question when a loud chirping sound began to ring through the air. At first Naruto was startled; he didn't like phones, he hated the noise they made even more; 'what a racket!' A great way to put him in an even worse mood!

The dark haired woman in front of him laughed nervously before fishing the device from her hand bag, she appeared to check who was on the other line – obviously to see if it was more important than her job; it was. She quickly excused herself before wandering away from the stall, Naruto turned back to watch his cold ramen silently…he hadn't been able to eat and was thankful that Mijime had not pressed the matter.

Speaking of her, she re-entered the stall only a moment later. She looked rather unorganized and slightly distressed but Naruto paid it no mind, far too distracted with his own problems. He watched as she approached the counter to pay; something must have come up as she didn't sit back down only thanked him profusely for his time and told him that she would arrange for their next appointment and let him know.

Then she was gone.

Ino shook as she lay, waiting, on her plump sofa; she was contemplating how much she should tell Mijime. Everything? That would probably be the best thing to do…the right thing to do. But she did not want to do that, the blonde was far too afraid of the reaction she would get.

So maybe only some of it? She knew that if she opened the flood gates things would not end well. Though her dark haired companion certainly was patient and accepting, Ino could not see her being particularly approving throughout.

She had no more time to ponder such things however, as there was a swift knock on the door. Ino knew immediately who it was; her boyfriend – she cringed at the thought – would never knock before entering.

…Mijime.

Naruto didn't say anything as he entered the grand house. He didn't know what he should expect to come home to…and he didn't know what he would say if Sasuke was home.

He didn't have long to wait, however, because almost as soon as the door closed a frowning Sasuke was in his face. The blond wanted to yell, to scream and shout at his bastard of a boyfriend for being an arsehole and breaking his heart, but instead he just stood in the hall and watched the Uchiha with the same bemused, glum expression he had been wearing since the 'concern' had been brought to his attention.

"Where the hell have you been?! Do you know what time it is?! What the hell Naruto?!" The jinchuuriki didn't answer; he just continued to stare, silently contemplating how to say his next words. Sasuke studied his lover closely too…he seemed to realize that Naruto was not in top condition; his attitude was all mixed up. Sasuke felt a sharp pain when he realized that whatever was wrong with his boyfriend may have gotten worse while he was away.

"Hey, dobe, are you okay?" He reached out to touch the blonde's cheek, but his hand was sharply slapped away. They stared at each other for a few more moments before Sasuke decided to question the blond again – he was interrupted, though, before he could even utter a word. The next sentance made his body tingle and his mind numb…

"Are you cheating on me?"

Sasuke was now the one staring, an apathetic, guarded expression painted over his gorgeous features. He could see the pain in Naruto's eye; read from his body language that he was breaking down inside…it was only now that the Uchiha realized the extent of what he was causing his love. He couldn't even bring himself to answer; too ashamed of how badly he had destroyed the one person who meant more in his life than anybody else. He only hoped Naruto would be able to salvage some part of himself from the wreckage he was about to leave behind.

He opened his milky lips and said the words that he had always wished he would never have to say – words that he had cried over many times – words that he was positive the man in front of him would cry over as well.

"It's over." He controlled his features to match those of the jinchuuriki ahead of him; dead, empty, emotionless. "This has gone on long enough Naruto. I'm sorry for hurting you but I think this is where we should end. I always knew this day was going to come and I think if we end things here there is a chance of recovery…" Of course, he didn't really believe that.

"I'll have an apartment for you by your birthday. Don't worry about moving anything…I'll deal with all of that." Sasuke walked steadily to the door, not looking back once as he uttered the last word.

"Goodbye."

"Hey, Ino…what's the problem?" She said as she stepped into the warmth of the home. The blonde did not reply; she simply began to lead them further into her apartment until they found to living room. Of course, Mijime knew her way around Ino's house, she had been here before. She watched carefully as the kunoichi took a seat on her sofa – Mijime has always adored Ino's furnishings; they were all glamorous and pretty – before following the lead.

There was a blanket settled in the middle of the love seat and Mijime wasted no time in wrapping herself and the other girl in it. Since it seemed Ino had little intention to speak, Mijime idly wondered why she had been called here, the phone call had been rather frantic.

"Hey, hey…" she began, secretly hoping that Ino would start to tell her what was going on soon, "I have some news for you…" she continued and this time the blond did speak.

"So do I…" she said apprehensively.

Both girls turned to look at each other then, and a draft seemed to sneak into the flat, making both shiver in abrupt unease. The room fell silent for a moment before a pair of supple lips opened and words floated from them like a spell from a witch.

"I'm pregnant."

And all was silent…

Wow…could their day get any worse?! I'm sorry if some of my readers hated it and I know that it is far from resolved, but it felt like such a good cliffhanger!!! I know I'm evil but if I'd continued it would have been way too long and my update is already dreadfully late. I really do hope you enjoyed the chapter, at least a little more than the last.

And maybe a few cleaver cookies will figure out what's going on…

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