08. Conspiracy Theories and a Security Breach

"Na-chan."

The groggy mumble from behind Naruto froze him in his tracks and he turned back to Emi, who was now sitting up in bed, blinking at him blearily, her hair on end. She looked so much like her father had done the previous night he couldn't suppress his smile.

He had woken up two hours ago, both father and daughter still sleeping soundly, exhaustion caused by their fevers knocking them out cold. Naruto had had nothing better to do than amuse himself with flipping through channels lazily once he'd eaten breakfast before he noticed it was nearly noon and went to check on Emi. He hadn't meant to disturb her sleep, though.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "Did I wake you up?"

Emi rubbed her eyes and shook her head. Then she reached out her arms, making grabby hands at him. He chuckled at her neediness but retraced his steps to pick her up. She snuggled her face into the crook of his neck and the warmth of her skin worried him a little. If it went any higher they would need to take her to the doctor.

He picked up the quilt he had put over Emi's cover for extra warmth last night and wrapped it around her before hugging her closer to keep her warm.

"Do you want to eat something?" he asked softly as he took them out of the room and downstairs.

"Cupcakes," Emi mumbled. "Like the ponies."

Naruto frowned, unsure if she was still half asleep or just delirious. He settled for toast with strawberry jam and a cup of hot chocolate as her breakfast. Emi refused to let him put her down so he had to balance her while preparing everything. She seemed to wake up a little at the smell of hot chocolate and raised her head as Naruto put the steaming cup on the already set table. He was about to put her down when she patted his cheek for attention.

"I wanna watch cartoons," she announced.

"Okay then," he agreed. "But I'm gonna have to put you down on the couch to be able to bring everything with me, in that case."

Emi pouted a little but didn't object. Naruto shook his head at her, but couldn't help the fond smile spreading on his lips as she crawled onto his lap once he had put down the tray, on which he had loaded her breakfast, and pulled the coffee table closer so she could eat.

They sat watching cartoon after cartoon, both of them too lazy to do much else. Emi dozed off again after a while, snuggled into his chest, and he hugged her closer, planting a soft kiss to her hair and pulling the quilt tighter around her.

He looked down at her as she let out an almost snore and was suddenly overcome with how much she had come to mean to him so quickly. He couldn't imagine leaving her and never seeing her again, which he most likely would have to someday.

His arms tightened around her briefly as his heart stuttered.

It had been almost two and a half months, and yet he didn't know how he had ever gone without this feeling of being in the right place, of belonging. Neither did he know what he would do when all of this was over. How would he ever find someone who meant as much to him as both Sasuke and Emi had come to do?

Feet shuffled down the stairs and Sasuke appeared in the doorway, sniffling through his stuffed nose. His hair was even messier than last night and Naruto would have laughed at his disheveled state if Emi hadn't been asleep at the moment. He had never seen Sasuke so out of sorts. It was quite endearing.

Then his eyes zeroed in on his bare feet, nearly hidden underneath his pajama pants and sighed. At least Sasuke had put on a hoodie over his t-shirt.

"No wonder your nose is stuffed," he muttered.

"What?" Sasuke croaked as he dragged his feet over to the couch.

"You should have put on socks, you know," Naruto told him as he dropped onto the couch beside him. "There's a reason people wear more clothes when they're sick."

Sasuke shrugged, staring blankly at the – now mute – TV. He looked as if he was still half asleep, his eyes glazed and movements sluggish.

"You're not gonna ask me to carry you around too, are you?" Naruto asked, not able to keep the teasing tone out of his voice.

Sasuke gave him an 'are-you-insane?'-look and Naruto chuckled. Then his eyes fell upon the tray on the table and Naruto wondered if he should have asked for permission before eating in the living room. But Sasuke merely raised his eyebrows before rubbing his face.

"I should be at work," he muttered. "This is ridiculous! Just because it's the first time ever since I was a kid I get sick doesn't mean Itachi needs to do everything! I can work too!"

As if what Sasuke had said was a summoning spell, keys rattled in the door and Itachi entered with a cheerful 'Hello!'. Both Naruto and Sasuke grimaced at each other before schooling their expressions as Itachi appeared in the living room. He paused in the doorway, watching them for a moment with a tilted head. Then he pulled his phone out.

Before Naruto had the time to question him, he heard the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter go off and blinked in confusion.

"Oh, it came out nicely," Itachi said as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

"What?" Naruto spluttered and looked at Sasuke who seemed too exhausted by his little outburst to even care. "Itachi, delete that now, please!"

Itachi raised his eyebrows at the order.

"Nah," he wrinkled his nose. "I'll print it and put it in Sasuke's office." Sasuke sighed heavily and Itachi continued, completely ignoring him. "Father did tell me he needed to decorate."

Naruto was about to protest, but Emi stirred at the noise of their voices and squinted up at Itachi, who gave a soft smile back at her. She perked up when she realized it was her uncle.

"Tachi," she mumbled happily as she sat up straighter.

"Hello, princess," Itachi greeted. "Which adventures have you been on to contract such a nasty illness?"

Emi giggled.

"Me and Kousuke played in the pond," she answered, bouncing excitedly. "There's a pirate treasure there!"

"So that's how you got sick?" Naruto groaned.

Emi stilled and glanced between him and Sasuke, ashamed.

"Emi, it's nearly autumn and it's getting colder," Sasuke reprimanded his daughter tiredly. "Please refrain from doing that."

She squirmed guiltily and mumbled an apology, settling back in Naruto's arms again. Itachi gave her another soft smile before turning his attention to his brother.

"I guess you won't come to the office today," he commented. "Seeing as you look like you're at the brink of death."

Sasuke scowled at him.

"I can work from here," he muttered.

Itachi raised his eyebrows at him.

"I'd rather you just got better," he said. "You're sick and might make mistakes, and we can't afford that."

Sasuke's scowl deepened, but he didn't argue. Naruto wondered if he simply was too tired to.

"Anyway," Itachi continued, "I'm just here to see how you were since you didn't sound too good on the phone yesterday, and also, I need the keys to the company car you borrowed. It needs to be returned."

"It's in the bowl where the other keys are," Sasuke told him, waving his hand in the direction of the hallway.

Itachi nodded and turned to leave.

"I'll see myself out then," he said over his shoulder. "See you when you get better!"

"Bye, Tachi!" Emi called cheerfully, sounding much better after her little nap earlier.

"Bye, princess," Itachi answered before he disappeared. They heard jingling keys and the door open and close, and then silence fell.

Naruto cleared his throat, glancing at Sasuke who had closed his eyes, his head resting on the backrest of the couch.

"So," he started and Sasuke peered at him with heavy lidded eyes. "Breakfast?"

"I would like that," he murmured and Naruto smiled at him softly.

He put Emi down beside her father and stood up to make his way over to the kitchen. He stopped in the hallway, changing his course after a moment of thought to make a quick trip upstairs and grab a blanket before returning to the living room.

Sasuke was dozing off again with Emi snuggled up against his side, cocooned in her blanket, eyes glued to whatever was on the TV. He put his finger to his lips when she noticed him and approached quietly, throwing the blanket over Sasuke. Then he stroked Emi's hair gently and went back to his previous plan of making yet another breakfast.

This was going to be quite the uneventful day, he thought as he entered the kitchen. But he didn't mind. It felt kind of nice taking care of people again, like he had taken care of the kids in the orphanage.

It took Sasuke until Sunday afternoon to recover and he was going stir crazy. It had only been two days, but he wasn't used to not doing anything at all and just lying in bed for hours.

Emi had gotten better fairly quickly since her fever hadn't had the chance to break out fully, which was a relief, and she was now lying belly down on his home office floor, flipping through a picture book and trying to read the few, simple sentences at the bottom of each, mouthing them to herself, while Sasuke looked over some papers his brother had faxed him. The house felt strangely calm and quiet since Naruto had gone out to pick up what he needed from his apartment.

Sasuke had been against the idea at first, as most people now knew he was associated with the Uchiha family, but Naruto refused his offer to drive him over, his excuse being that Sasuke and Emi still needed to rest since it was too close to the end of their fevers to be running about. Itachi had backed him up when he'd called to see if Sasuke had gotten the papers he needed, reassuring him that most of the paparazzi would have given up on waiting after two days, since they most likely had other people to bother than a no-show.

So he was putting all his excess energy from worry into work; folders and papers spread all over his desk.

"Daddy," Emi suddenly said and he looked up at her over the edge of the desk.

She had pulled herself up into a sitting position, watching him way too seriously and thoughtfully for her age.

"Yes?" he asked.

She considered him for a moment, frowning.

"Are you and Na-chan going to marry?" she asked and Sasuke nearly coughed up his heart.

"What?" he croaked, the pen in his hand dropping and rolling down into his lap before hitting the floor.

Emi's seriousness deepened.

"Na-chan lives here now and I love him and I love daddy," she explained. "So Na-chan and daddy have to marry so I have two parents."

Sasuke could only stare at his daughter in complete shock. It wasn't that he hadn't been thinking about doing adult things with Naruto lately, but his imagination had come nowhere near the commitment his daughter wanted of him.

Then what she had said sunk in and he rose from his chair to kneel before her.

"Emi, what do you mean two parents?" he asked softly.

Emi looked a little unsure.

This was something he'd been afraid of. She had never had a mother or a second parent figure, no matter how much Sakura had tried being a woman Emi could look up to. Sakura had been a sister to her, not a parent, and he had always felt a little guilty for not trying harder to find a mother for Emi. But he didn't have the time or the trust in the women he met at parties or conferences to put much effort in.

"All the other parents are married when they live together," she mumbled. "Everyone has two parents. And I love Na-chan. I want Na-chan to be my dad."

"Emi," he said, caressing her hair. "Naruto and I do not have the same relationship other parents have and he is not your father."

Emi's eyes turned glassy and she scooted away from him.

"But I want Na-chan to be my dad!" she repeated, a little panicked. "I want two parents, too!"

Sasuke sighed and pulled her onto his lap as a tear escaped down her cheek.

"I know," he soothed. "I know."

She clutched to him tightly, sniffling.

"Daddy, I want you to marry Na-chan," she pleaded and it broke his heart.

He didn't answer, but simply held her closer, endlessly glad Naruto was not in the house at the moment.

When she stopped crying he pulled back, cupping her face gently and drying her tears with his thumbs.

"Emi," he started slowly, not sure how to proceed.

She looked up at him with wide eyes and he couldn't get any words out to dissuade her fantasies. He just didn't have the heart to at the moment, when her eyes were still damp and her breath still hitched.

"Do you want to watch cartoons?" he said instead, silently berating himself for avoiding the subject.

He would need to bring it up, and soon, but he wasn't prepared just this moment to break her heart.

Emi smiled and nodded, quickly forgetting to be sad as she started to tell him about the show she was currently watching while he carried her downstairs, bringing his papers and laptop with him.

It was getting ridiculous, really, Naruto thought as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

The bus ride hadn't been completely awful. People had stared of course, and there had been a few whispers here and there so he mostly kept his head down, but no one had dared approach him yet. Which he was grateful for.

However, ever since he stepped off the bus he had been followed. It was only a few blocks between the apartment complex and the bus stop so he hadn't been too worried, but the person following him was most definitely a photographer and he was closing in.

Naruto increased his speed, trying to keep from running. Just a few steps more and he would be at the entrance to his apartment building. He sped up, threw open the entrance door, and cursed the fact that his apartment building didn't have a code lock, which meant basically anyone who wanted could enter.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw the photographer approaching, prompting him to run up the stairs and over to his door.

Only there was someone already in front of it.

His breath caught and he was about to run back down when he realized there were three people and he recognized all of them.

"Guys?" he asked. His three friends turned and he gaped at them. "What are you doing here?"

Kiba raised his eyebrows.

"What, no hello?" he said. "You messaged us you would be packing up your apartment, so we came to help."

Naruto frowned.

Yes, he had sent them a message about living with Sasuke and needing to get things from his apartment, but he wasn't packing up. He was probably only going to pack a suitcase and be done with it.

"I'm keeping the apartment?" he said, but it came out like a question. He heard footsteps in the stairs and a chill went down his spine. "Never mind, let's just get inside!" he said hurriedly before anyone could answer and rushed forward again to unlock the door.

He ushered everyone inside and slammed the door shut, locking and bolting it for good measure.

"Stalker?" Shikamaru asked.

Naruto scoffed.

"Something like that," he muttered, moving past his friends and toward his room.

"You're the mystery of the year," Kiba cackled as he and the other two followed him. "You just popped up one day and everybody wants to know who you are and where you came from. You should see the theories. The magazines don't believe the cover story the Uchihas told them about you being their long lost friend from abroad."

Naruto rolled his eyes as he pulled out a suitcase from his closet and started stuffing it with clothes.

"Some think you're the lord of an oil region," Choji filled him in. "And then there're some that argue you're a prince from the west with a son you want to marry off to the daughter of Uchiha Sasuke."

"The most ridiculous one is that you are from a secret organization," Shikamaru added in a scoff, "here to recruit the kid to train her against evil forces or whatever. Sounds like a comic book."

Taking a deep breath, Naruto turned to face them.

"I don't wanna hear this," he sighed and rubbed his face. "I don't care what they think about me. What I do care about is if you're gonna help or just stand around being useless."

His three friends raised their eyebrows at him.

"Tell us what you want us to do," Choji said.

"Well, I had only planned on bringing back clothes today, but since you're here I could pack a box with books and other things I usually need." He waved a hand in the direction of his bed. "There's a folded box under the bed, so start packing."

Shikamaru and Choji moved over to do as they were told while Kiba stayed with him, putting clothes into his suitcase as well. Thankfully, they stayed on topics other than what conspiracy theories the general public had thought up about him, and packing his stuff went fairly quickly. He didn't own very much to begin with.

"Hey, would you need a ride?" Shikamaru asked over his shoulder as he sealed the box with some tape. "We took my car here, so I could drive you over to your new home."

"Yeah!" Kiba said enthusiastically. "That sounds like a great plan! You wouldn't need to deal with paparazzi and public transport and all that!"

Naruto appraised him with distrust, narrowing his eyes before shoving him lightly.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said.

"Oh, come one!" Kiba pleaded. "We're your friends! You know we wouldn't do anything bad!"

Naruto looked from one to the other, chewing his lip. Sasuke had told him not to bring outsiders in, even if he trusted them. But these were his friends. He didn't just trust them, he knew them, very well, and he knew they were just curious and wouldn't bring any harm. Besides if he simply told them to stay in the car, that would technically not be bringing them in, right?

Wow, he would be in so much trouble.

"Just the ride," he conceded reluctantly, although he was still fairly certain it was a bad idea.

They could just drop him off at the gates, he concluded. He hoped Kiba wouldn't get too pushy, since he always had a hard time saying no to friends and people he cared about.

Kiba's face fell and Choji seemed a little disappointed as well. Shikamaru shrugged.

"Let's get going," he said. "It's the other side of town and I'd like to get home sooner rather than later."

Sasuke looked up as the front door opened and stuck his head out of the living room, watching as Naruto made his way in with a small, black suitcase.

"Welcome back," he said and Naruto's head snapped up.

"Oh, I'm back," he smiled, toeing off his shoes and heaving the bag up the few steps in the entrance. "Where's Emi?"

Sasuke pointed behind him as Naruto came closer, watching his face soften into a fond smile as his eyes fell upon Emi's sleeping form on the couch.

"Did you guys eat already?" he asked.

"No, we were waiting for you," Sasuke answered with a small smile. "Emi insisted."

Naruto chuckled and gestured to his suitcase.

"I'll just get this to my room and bring in the box I left outside, then we could make dinner?"

Sasuke nodded and made his way back to the couch and picked up his laptop from the coffee table to continue work as Naruto started for the stairs.

There was a rustle by the door, then a horrified gasp from somewhere, and Naruto zipped past the entrance to the living room, back towards the entrance.

"I told you to wait in the car!" he hissed.

Sasuke frowned and put his laptop down again.

"Well, I thought I'd just leave the box here!" Another, completely foreign, voice argued back. "I wasn't going to enter!"

Sasuke made his way to the entrance for a second time.

Naruto had his back turned on him, facing another young man who had to be around the same age with brown messy hair and curious eyes. They widened as they spotted Sasuke and the man's jaw fell open. Naruto's shoulders tensed and he turned slowly, meeting Sasuke's questioning gaze with an apologetic wrinkle of his nose.

"Uh…" he hedged. "I-I'm sorry. I – my friends are outside in a car 'cause they gave me a lift here. I told them to wait there, but uhm… well…" he gestured meekly at the man in the doorway. "I'm sorry."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed and the stranger swallowed audibly.

"I promise they won't say anything to anyone!" Naruto hurried to defend, stepping in front of his friend. "The guard at the gates only let them in because I was with them."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed further. He was about to start a very angry rant about safety and all the ways Naruto had breached security by bringing his friends to their house when he noticed the nervous way he fiddled with his fingers while his eyes darted around and he shrank away from him. It was very unlike the confidence Naruto usually exuded and Sasuke realized he was scared. Of what, he didn't know, but fear was there and it felt horrible to be the cause of it. All tension melted away and he just stood staring at Naruto, trying to find the right words.

"It's okay," he heard himself say and felt as shocked as Naruto looked, because it was far from okay. "No, it's not okay."

Naruto and his friend frowned in confusion but Sasuke pinned the stranger down with a glare.

"If I ever get word that you and whoever else is in that car breathe anything about being here, I will make your lives miserable," he threatened. "Have I made myself clear?"

Naruto's friend nodded frantically and turned to rush back to the car. Naruto bit his lip for a second before he followed him, leaving Sasuke to sigh and rub his face.

Hadn't they been through this? He was quite certain he and Naruto had discussed security. Of course, to actually get into the neighborhood you would need an ID card the security at the gate had a copy of in their database. And to get into Sasuke's house a code and a key was needed, although the code was deactivated whenever he was at home.

He trusted Naruto. He really did; however, security was not something to be taken lightly. Especially since there were so many people itching to get closer to his family.

Naruto returned fairly quickly, shoulders tense and eyes not meeting Sasuke's as he closed the door and bent down to pick up the box.

"Naruto," Sasuke started and he jumped. "I don't even know where to begin."

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I know I shouldn't have let them in, but they're not bad! They wouldn't –"

"Can you be sure?" Sasuke didn't want to raise his voice, but he couldn't help it. "You can't trust anyone! They could be hooligans in their spare time for all you know! Or working for the mafia!"

Naruto's eyes narrowed at that and he put the box down to stand taller, crossing his arms.

"Do you really think I wouldn't know that after three years? I study with them, I spend all my free time with them, and I have been to their homes time and again!" he shot back. "There is no reason I shouldn't trust them!"

"That is still not enough to bring them here without a background check and interview first!" Sasuke was nearly yelling. "Why do you think we live here in the first place?! If I wanted unintelligent, selfish baboons to find us we'd be living somewhere completely different!"

Something dangerous flashed in Naruto's eyes and he drew himself up to his full height.

"I know I was wrong and I'm sorry," he growled. "But don't you dare imply my friends are mindless, selfish bastards!"

Emi's sleepy but scared voice interrupted Sasuke's angry retort.

"Na-chan?" she mumbled and they both turned to look at her.

She glanced between them fearfully. Sasuke was about to kneel down and tell her to go back to the living room while he talked to Naruto, when she burst into tears. He froze for a moment, completely at a loss as to what was happening as his mind was still reeling with Naruto's blatant disregard for security.

"Oh, baby," Naruto immediately soothed and she put out her arms towards him. "What is it?"

She sniffled as he picked her up and hugged her, burying her face in is shoulder.

"Why is daddy yelling at you?" came her muffled voice. "Are you going to leave?"

There was a twinge in Sasuke's heart and he closed his eyes. Emi never heard him raise his voice and after the conversation they'd had in his office, of course she would draw that kind of conclusion.

"No, Emi," he answered hoarsely and Naruto turned his head to look at him. "Naruto and I simply have a disagreement."

Emi peered at him over Naruto's shoulder. Sasuke was at least ninety-nine point nine percent sure she was going to mention the marrying thing again and his stomach lurched.

"Emi, are you hungry?" Naruto asked, most likely trying to change the subject from fighting but unknowingly saving them all from a very embarrassing situation at the same time, and she nodded. "Let's make dinner then."

Sasuke would forever be grateful that his daughter loved food enough it would derail her thoughts and watched them make their way to the kitchen, discussing what to make for dinner.

All the fight left him as they disappeared around the corner and he deflated.

He was sure Naruto wouldn't intentionally bring them any harm. He knew he loved Emi a lot and that he would always protect her to the best of his abilities. That still didn't excuse what he had done, even if he had a reason for it. Although, Sasuke maybe shouldn't have insulted his friends either since he seemed to care for them a whole lot as well.

He let out a heavy sigh and glanced down at the box still at the door. Curiosity got the better of him and he approached it, not able to stop the small prick of disappointment as he saw the tape sealing the lid shut. He shook his head at his own behavior, picked it up and brought it with him upstairs to Naruto's room. It was heavy so he guessed there were at least a few books in there. Then he went back down to bring the suitcase up as well, before joining the two in the kitchen.

Naruto wasn't singing and dancing as usual but he was still talking to Emi, who was perched on the counter, in a soft voice while cutting up what seemed to be scallions.

Why did he have to feel bad for something that had not been his fault? Sasuke wondered when there was a twinge in his chest at the lack of noise and music. He had every right to be angry.

"Daddy, we're making omelettes!" Emi announced once she noticed him in the doorway, apparently completely having forgotten about the argument earlier, which he was grateful for. "Na-chan says he can draw a ketchup cat on mine!"

Sasuke glanced at Naruto, who hadn't turned to acknowledge him, before looking back at Emi.

"That's great, Emi," he answered quietly and she beamed.

"What do you want, daddy?" she asked. "Na-chan can do it!"

Sasuke gave her a small smile and went up to her, hyper aware of Naruto's presence. He stole another quick glance at him, but he still refused to acknowledge him. Sighing, he picked Emi off the counter, kissed her forehead, and put her on the floor.

"Emi, why don't you go continue watching cartoons or draw?" he told her when she looked up at him in confusion and was glad she tottered off without any objections.

He took a deep breath and turned back to Naruto, who had moved over to the fridge to bring out whatever else he needed. He stood a little awkwardly, trying to find the right words to start a conversation but failing miserably. Naruto turned back, his eyes catching Sasuke's almost unwillingly before he quickly averted them and went back to the cutting board, moving it the slightest bit further away. And, yes, that did make Sasuke feel worse.

Silence continued to surround them like a heavy fog, the only sound coming from the knife as it hit the cutting board every now and then and the distant voices on the TV in the other room.

"I'm sorry," Naruto murmured sincerely after what seemed like an eternity as he brushed off pieces of ham stuck to the knife. "For breaking security rules. I promise I won't do it again."

And just like that, Sasuke forgave him. It was an important issue, and he should continue reprimanding Naruto, but he couldn't find it in himself to. If Naruto promised he wouldn't do anything like it again, he would trust him.

He rubbed his forehead tiredly.

"And I apologize for saying all those thing about your friends," Sasuke said.

Naruto looked up at him, eyebrows raised. There was a tiny piece of sliced ham stuck on his cheek and Sasuke couldn't help the tugging of his lips. It was almost on instinct he reached out, Naruto's wide eyes following his every move as he leaned forward and grazed his fingertips across his cheek to brush the ham off.

There was a hitch in Naruto's breathing and Sasuke met his eyes, watching his gaze darken and flicker down to his lips. Something hummed in his chest and suddenly the fingertips connected to Naruto's skin tingled.

Oh.

Oh.

He was about to cup Naruto's cheek and… he didn't know. And he never would, since he didn't get the chance to find out as Naruto looked away and moved back, to the cutting board. A trickle of disappointment went through him, even if he had the satisfaction of seeing Naruto's ears and cheeks grow pink.

He didn't get the chance to ask anything about it either because Emi returned, complaining about her growling stomach. Naruto immediately got back to work and Sasuke helped him, if only to take every chance he got to touch the other. He put a hand to his back when he leaned around him to grab something or another, brushed his fingers against his arms as he passed to get something from the fridge or the other side of the kitchen, and stood behind him close enough to nearly touch as he watched him cook the omelettes.

He was rewarded with the constant pink face of Naruto, a few flusters here and there, and the occasional squeak, all of which put a small smirk on his lips and a skip in his heart.

And he found that he didn't much mind being in love.

Hello everyone!

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