Alright my lovely (hopefully) patient readers, I have finally managed to write another chapter. And the AN:s this time are very important, so please read them!

As for this chapter and the previous, I didn't mean to offend anyone with Sasuke's exclamation. I've changed it from 'raped' to 'used', because although Karin did something bad, and I suppose the technical term in court could very well be rape, this wasn't the kind of thing where the victim is mentally and physically traumatized for a long time. His regrets were because one; he felt really worried he'd get caught by his parents, and two; he would never be able to enjoy straight sex and felt crushed thinking he might never be able to date a man in the future. That and the fact that he lost his virginity without meaning to, which can be upsetting in itself. I wasn't trying to make light of rape or joke about it or ignore the fact that Sasuke was used by her, but as you will see in this chapter it wasn't the kind of situation where the victim is stripped completely of their right to say no and violated. To Sasuke, the nightmares he had afterwards were more along the lines of how a forced marriage would be for him, and how he'd then be forced into sex simply to produce children and pretend he was someone he isn't. As it was, he was drunk and in a vulnerable state which Karin definitely took advantage of, I just don't want you to over-think it. It's one thing to be raped, and one thing to wake up in the morning and regret something you did. At least that's how I feel personally based on my own experiences.

I have included the scene in this chapter, which means WARNINGS for flashback and a straight sex scene. Now, I know few of you enjoy SasuKarin (I know I don't) but this scene is pretty important and short, so I hope you don't skip it. There's nothing graphic in it anyway.

And as for Sasuke being the dad, that is something I had decided on even before I published the first chapter, and it's one of the few things that never changed haha. I even hinted a tiny hint at it in back in chapter 4, but I doubt anyone noticed. :p

Other than that, I contemplated naming the chapter All the FEELS, but in the end it didn't seem appropriateX)

Oh, and Sasuke's views on women as a teenager are his own, and nothing I share (well, at least not most of the time).

(This is now pointless rambling) Lots of stuff has happened to me since my last update, that you know if you're reading Seven Days, but the interesting things are me bursting out of the closet and getting a girlfriend (adgxvnetu promoted herself from fangirl:ppp) and also I had my birthday!

Now, please enjoy this chapter that I worked hard on all day!


Chapter thirty-three: How to become a father

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~July 22nd, going on eight years ago~

Sasuke lay sprawled out on the beach chair, glaring out over the pool at the cruise ship's top floor. A few of his very distantly related relatives were having too much fun in there, which meant he was beginning to feel a headache forming behind his temples. He'd already been on this godforsaken boat for two weeks now, and with one week left he was beginning to feel his sanity slipping away. It was especially bad since his brother couldn't pay much attention to him, having to entertain his future wife.

Sasuke really hated her for stealing Itachi's attention from him.

His only solace was the fact that nobody paid much attention to him at all. Mostly he just spent his days reading, by the pool or locked up in his cabin. There wasn't much else to do that didn't involve socializing, and he hated his relatives even more than Itachi's future wife. God he hated those two words. Future wife. He was never going to get married, of that he was certain. Over his dead body.

The problem was that knowing his father, it might just as well be over his dead body. He wondered what his father would say if he told him he was gay. Perhaps he could tell him when he was eighteen, he was planning to escape his life then anyway. Maybe move somewhere far away, study something interesting instead of business, have a boyfriend…

He lost himself in his favorite daydream, the one with lots of freedom and lots of gay sex. The call of his name startled him though, and he looked up at the person who wanted his attention with a poisonous look.

He did not enjoy being interrupted.

And to make things worse, it was that incredibly annoying personal slut of his – oops he meant servant. With her red hair flying everywhere in the light summer breeze she pushed her thick black glasses further up her nose, a wide smile on her face as she unabashedly let her eyes trail down his body, seeing as he was only wearing swim trunks in the heat.

What was wrong with women? Whoever said guys are horny 24/7 had obviously not met the women on this boat. Ship. He didn't care.

"Is everything to your liking sir?"

His eyes narrowed even further, but she seemed oblivious to it. He sighed. No, everything was not to his liking.

"Get me some alcohol" he muttered, knowing full well that he was underage and there was no way he could get it.

He wasn't really serious about the request anyway, he just wished he could drown his sorrows with a drink like a few of his relatives seemed to do every night.

"Certainly Sasuke, what kind?"

He stared up at her. She was supposed to call him 'sir', but she seemed to have a problem remembering that. Stupid woman. He disliked his name enough as it was.

Then he realized what she'd just said. She would actually give him alcohol? Was this some kind of trick by his father to get him into trouble? He doubted it. Suddenly a sense of excitement settled itself into his stomach. The punishment if he got caught would be severe, of course, but he really needed something to relieve him of his listlessness right now, anything to divert attention from the prospect of his birthday the following day.

"Just get me something minty" he answered in a dismissive voice, hoping he'd come off as someone used to drinking.

It was true though that he did look slightly older, his body might still be a little on the scrawny side but he'd grown a lot during the past few months, and some of his classmates had insisted he could pass for an eighteen-year-old and get into bars with them as long as he fixed a fake ID.

As much as he'd like to do that, he wouldn't risk the possibility of jail, or worse, his father's anger. Maybe Debbie hadn't been informed of his age he mused as she trotted off in her dangerously high heels, maneuvering impressively in them. Maybe all the girls on the cruise thought he was at least eighteen, that would explain why they didn't seem to care about him being younger than them.

A sense of fear struck him momentarily, thinking of what his father would do if he got caught. But he slowly calmed himself down, they'd all gotten off the ship after lunch to explore the island they'd been docked to for a few days. Only some of the families with kids were left, seeing as the whiny brats were apparently too tired for another day of trekking. Sasuke had luckily only been forced to join yesterday, but he'd kept himself in the background, he was pretty sure that he could have wandered off and disappeared and no one would notice it until dinner.

Debbie came back, handing him his drink that had a nice light green color, giving him a flirty look. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could convince her to bring some more to his cabin later. Drinking out in the open was a bit risky after all. Maybe if he got drunk he could pretend his hangover the morning after was an actual illness, and he'd be relieved of all the stupid formalities of his birthday celebration. Nobody cared about it anyway.

Later that evening, after suffering through dinner, Sasuke sat on his bed and contemplated his options. That drink earlier had definitely helped, since he wasn't used to drinking and seemed to be sort of a lightweight he'd managed to enter some sort of calming lull for an hour or so. It was nice. He was faintly worried though that he'd get addicted, he didn't want to end up some drunkard. But if it was just tonight it wouldn't hurt right? He was just so sick of everything in his life right now that he was prepared to try anything.

A knock on his door signaled that Debbie was there for her nightly routine check-up, as if his parents thought he couldn't take care of himself. He was already studying at the university with top grades for god's sake! He wasn't some kid. He hadn't been a kid in a long, long time.

"Umm, is there anything I can get you?" Debbie asked, twinning a strand of her hair between two fingers, looking as if she was trying to force her cleavage to jump out of her shirt.

How could his parents seriously expect him to marry a girl? They were all useless, spreading their legs for anyone as long as they were good-looking and had money. Sometimes just for money. No one in the Uchiha family could be considered ugly though, he supposed the good genes shone through easily.

Sasuke had contemplated his strategy, and figured that the best way was to act as if she'd made an impression on him.

"Ah yes, Debbie" he said, making sure to use a pleasant kind of voice, effectively making her blush. "I was in the mood for some wine, but my parents are a little bit, against, the idea."

"Oh, won't you get in trouble then?" she asked, but where she should have sounded worried she seemed more turned on by the notion.

Every girl loves a bad boy.

"Well" Sasuke said, leaning on one hand in what he hoped was a distracting position, "What they don't know won't hurt them, right?"

Debbie flashed him a mischievous smile.

"I'll be right back" she said and left the room.

Well, Sasuke thought to himself, that went easier than expected.

When Debbie returned she carried two bottles of red wine with her, winking at Sasuke as she took two glasses out of a cabinet and sat down next to him.

Warning bells started to ring in Sasuke's head.

"It would be too boring to drink all by yourself, wouldn't it?" she said with a small giggle, opening one bottle and pouring the liquid into the glasses, handing one to Sasuke.

Now, Sasuke was not happy at all with the situation, in his opinion everything was more fun if you did it alone. Unless you did it with Itachi, but that didn't seem to be happening a lot in the future.

Yes, he was bitter about his brother's marriage.

Taking a sip though, he figured that if he let Debbie stay, he just might have found himself an ally in this hell people called vacation. His inexperienced mind completely failed to pick up on her ulterior motives.

As they kept drinking he suddenly found himself talking, telling Debbie about his family, about his father, his brother. She listened to him, rarely interrupting, and it was strangely refreshing. He managed to keep the gayness out of their conversation though. He hadn't noticed her moving closer, starting on the second bottle he was definitely beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Suddenly her hand was sliding up his thigh; he stared dumbly at it as it followed the seam of his light khaki pants. She leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"That seems like an awful lot of trouble Sasuke" she breathed, the puff of air against his ear warm. "I'd be glad to help you relax though."

This time he didn't miss the intentions in her voice, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of her hand squeezing the inside of his thigh.

No one had ever touched him like this, and through the haze of his mind her gender suddenly didn't matter as much anymore. He was doomed to living a straight life after all. Maybe he should just start practicing, and eventually, he thought with a heavy heart, he'd get used to it.

He turned his head slowly towards her, opening his eyes enough to see her lips just before they made contact with his own.

Kissing was strangely comforting.

The wry thought that if he was roaring drunk every time he might actually be able to live like this flew through his head.

She pushed him down on the bed, and he let her. His limbs felt heavy, his brain sluggish, and he let out a small noise when she bit down on his neck just behind his ear.

She made quick work of their clothes, dragging her hands down his chest, over his hips, started to stroke him. She told him he looked good, and for a brief moment he almost wanted to cry at the crazy situation he'd put himself in.

She aligned their bodies, turned them over, and he realized he was expected to do something. Hesitantly he let a hand trail down her smooth skin and something inside his head told him that this was wrong, this wasn't how he wanted it to be, but communication seemed lost between his brain and lower regions.

He kept his eyes stubbornly closed, and she was short enough for him to kiss her as he pushed inside, playing up a scene from one of his favorite porn videos behind his eyelids. It made things a hundred times easier.

He didn't last long.

Waking up the next morning he felt disoriented, a splitting headache making him groan. Nature was calling though, but when he stood up on shaky legs his stomach suddenly heaved and he made a run for the bathroom, hand pressed over his mouth, almost stumbling over the threshold before he could finally sink down in front of the toilet and puke his guts out.

So drinking had been a great way to make him sick at least.

He shivered, feeling extremely sorry for himself as his body got rid of everything it could, dry-heaving for a minute when nothing else could come up. He brushed some of his hair aside from his forehead with a trembling hand, feeling the cold sweat there.

He couldn't recall ever feeling this shitty before.

Slowly he raised himself up, flushing and turning to the sink. Throwing a glance in the mirror he concluded that he looked almost as bad as he felt.

He brushed his teeth, getting rid of the bad taste in his mouth and found a few painkillers in the cupboard that he downed with the hopes that they'd stay down.

He made his way back to bed, noticing that it was already nine in the morning. It wouldn't be long until one of his family members came to drag him to breakfast. Falling down on his back with a sigh and a grimace at the pain behind his eyes, he noticed that he was naked.

Horror crept up his spine as he recalled the events of the night before, and he felt like throwing up again. He swallowed the urge with determination, rubbing his temples as he tried to make use of his spinning mind.

What the hell had he been thinking?! If he got caught… Shit. Not only drinking but also sleeping with one of the crew members! Oh god the humiliation…

He needed to find Debbie fast and make sure she didn't tell anyone. He hurriedly stood up, but was forced to sit down again until the world stopped turning.

Just as he'd gotten boxers and a t-shirt on his door opened though, and he froze.

"Sasuke" his brother said, and he swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared down at the floor. "How are you feeling?"

So Itachi knew then. Maybe everyone knew by this point. It almost made him laugh in hysterics.

"How do you think I feel?" he said, raising his head to meet Itachi's eyes, trying to act composed.

"Well, you certainly don't look so good" his brother said calmly, walking closer and sitting down on the bed, a few steps away from where Sasuke stood by his closet. "I talked to the girl, she won't tell anyone. Though, unless she wants to get in trouble for being intimate with a minor she would be quiet anyway."

Sasuke snorted. Being intimate. Well, that was a diplomatic way of putting it.

"It's probably best if you don't do it again though" Itachi continued, and Sasuke raised his eyebrows.

"You mean no one knows?" he asked, feeling suddenly hopeful.

Itachi gave him a small smile, and Sasuke felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. So he was safe, for now at least.

"Hey, come here" his brother said, stretching out his arms towards him.

Sasuke felt his legs twitch, his body automatically responding to Itachi. But he wasn't some kid dammit!

Itachi gave him a look though, and he trudged over, a pout on his lips. He was getting much too big to fit in his brother's lap, but as he snuggled into Itachi's neck he sighed in content, breathing in the calming scent. He always felt the happiest when Itachi hugged him.

"You okay?" Itachi asked quietly, and Sasuke was reminded of the reason for the whole mess again.

"I just want to forget about it" he mumbled, trying to get rid of the queasy feeling in his stomach.

And as Itachi rubbed his back soothingly he decided that yes, he was going to forget all about it and deny that it ever happened.

And he would never ever have straight sex again.

~Back in the present~

"Naruto?" came Sasuke's voice over the phone, and Naruto swallowed before answering.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Well, you're not going to believe this."

Sasuke's voice was a little shaky, and Naruto gripped the phone harder.

"What happened?"

"Umm, well…" Sasuke trailed off, hesitating.

"Just tell me Sasuke, did something bad happen? Is Yukio alright?"

"What? No, nothing bad, Yukio is fine. Actually," another pause, "I went to see the play today, and I met your cousin."

"Don't talk about me as if I'm not here!"

Naruto's eyes widened at hearing Karin's voice. Sasuke was with Karin? Then what the hell was this about?!

"Be quiet I'm talking to Naruto."

"God you are such a whiny brat, give me the phone."

There was the sound of struggle, and protesting noises from Sasuke. His brain provided him the image of his cousin and his boyfriend fighting over the phone, and he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or if this was the point where he should freak out. After a minute or so of floating back and forth between the two emotions it finally went quiet, and he held his breath.

"So basically I had sex with your boyfriend when he was sixteen and that's how Yukio was made."

"Say what?" Naruto said, certain that his mind was playing tricks on him.

"You heard me, don't make me repeat it. He's the dad you've always wondered about."

To say Naruto was speechless was an understatement.

"Uh, can I speak with Sasuke?" he asked, rubbing a hand over his face and blinking, trying to make sense of things.

"After all the trouble I went through to get the phone? I don't think so."

"Karin what the fuck is wrong with you let me go!"

"Your boyfriend is pretty weak by the way, I thought you guys went to the gym."

"Just what are you doing to him?!"

"What, I had to restrain him somehow. He was gonna take ages to get to the point."

Naruto groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. This was so not happening.

"Please Karin, just please, let him go and give him the phone."

Karin huffed, but apparently she decided to do as he said, because it didn't take long until he heard Sasuke's voice.

"This is why I don't like women" he muttered, then made a hurt noise. "Would you stop hitting me?"

"Sasuke is it true? You're really Yukio's dad?"

There was silence at the other end for a moment until Sasuke replied.

"Yeah, yeah I'm his dad. Crazy huh?"

"How-" he took a deep breath, "How did this happen?"

"Well you heard her." Sasuke's voice sounded a bit peeved. "She took advantage of me – don't deny it! – when I was on a cruise for my birthday and ended up pregnant."

Naruto let out a breathless chuckle, not sure what he was feeling at the moment.

"You do realize you've had sex with not just my ex-boyfriend and my best friend's cousin, but also my cousin?"

"As if I did it on purpose. But seriously Naruto, I just… I can't believe it. I'm a dad."

Sasuke sounded as if he thought this was just as insane and incredulous as Naruto. They were silent for a while, trying to let the news sink in.

"But… this is good right? I mean, I know I joked about it and never believed it, but it could have been worse you know."

"Please don't give me any examples of worse."

"Sasuke…"

"I mean yes, you're right. It's… nice. I just need to get used to it I guess."

By the sounds made Naruto guessed Karin was taking the phone again, and sure enough her voice reached his ear not long after.

"Alright Naruto, Sasuke and I have some stuff to talk through so you can just have a shocked moment together later. Have fun on your trip."

Naruto stared at his phone. She'd hung up on him! Just like that! He sighed, sinking down into the bed, his arms flopping out to the sides. So Sasuke was Yukio's dad. This was going to take some time to get used to.

He rolled out of bed, deciding to take a shower. As he stood underneath the streaming water he suddenly smiled wide to himself.

So Sasuke was Yukio's dad huh?

Well, it could certainly have been worse.

~Line breaker~

"Did you just hang up on him?" Sasuke asked in disbelief, glaring at the mother of his child.

Well that would definitely take some time to get used to.

"You can talk to him later. Yukio should be back from changing clothes by now."

Sasuke opened his mouth to object, but closed it again. He still felt as if his head was spinning like crazy, but he was more in control now. Talking to Naruto always helped, no matter how briefly. He glared at the woman sitting opposite of him again.

"I can't believe you never told anyone though. I mean, what did you do when Naruto told you we're dating?"

Karin sighed, standing up and running a hand through her hair, playing with the ends.

"Well what was I supposed to say? 'Oh so you're dating Sasuke? He's Yukio's dad by the way'. How was I supposed to know you'd turned into a human being."

Sasuke ignored the insult, crossing his arms but staying on the floor for now.

"And you weren't going to tell me at all?"

She glanced guiltily to the side.

"Eventually, I suppose I would have. I'm doing it now aren't I?"

"And so willingly too."

They shared an annoyed look.

"I want shared custody" Sasuke suddenly blurted out, and for a few moments they just stared at each other in complete silence.

"Uncle Sasu!"

Both of them turned around at the sound of Yukio's voice, as he ran from the classroom door down the corridor, throwing his arms around Sasuke and jumping up and down.

"Did you see the play? Did you see it?" he shouted, and when Sasuke nodded he beamed at him. "What did you think? Was I scary?"

"You were terrifying."

Yukio squealed happily and jumped onto his lap, hugging him. Sasuke hugged him back, kissing his hair and smiling. He glanced up at Karin, and she looked a little torn between emotions.

"Such a daddy's boy" she muttered, and Sasuke couldn't help himself.

He started laughing, a happy, relieved laugh, the kind of laugh that brings tears to your eyes. Yukio leaned back to look at him in confusion, but Karin cleared her throat and demanded attention.

"I think it's time to go home" she said, and Yukio immediately pouted.

"But mom" he complained, tugging at Sasuke's shirt.

"Don't worry I'll go with you" Sasuke said, collecting himself, and Yukio snapped his head around to look at him.

"Really? Yay!"

He threw his arms around Sasuke again, and as Sasuke stood up he brought the kid with him.

"Did you drive here?" Karin asked, and when he nodded she huffed impatiently. "Then lead the way."

~Line breaker~

They spent the drive listening to Yukio talking about the play, he was like an endless bundle of energy tonight. About halfway it struck Sasuke that they were actually a family. He had a family dammit! And Naruto was also part of it, even if they hadn't been together already. Somehow, that thought made him believe that he and Naruto really were meant for each other. Even if they hadn't met at that bar he was sure that at some point, eventually, Karin would have been forced to tell him about Yukio and he'd meet Naruto as well.

He hoped.

He tried to keep up with Yukio and concentrate on driving as well, which was rather difficult when his mind wanted to distract him all the time.

As they reached their destination he parked with relief, getting out and getting a look at the place Karin and Yukio lived in. It looked like a completely normal apartment complex. Not as flashy as his own of course, but that was only to be expected. The inside of the apartment looked nice enough, a little messy but nothing out of the ordinary he supposed. Yukio dragged him by the hand to show off his room; it was small but sweet. Posters of dragons adorned the walls, and there were toys scattered over the floor.

Karin stood in the doorway, watching them with an unreadable face. Once Yukio had gone through the most important stuff she walked inside, sitting down on his bed and calling him over. She stretched her hands out, and he came to stand in front of her knees, giving her a questioning look as she gently held his arms.

"Yukio, there's something I need to tell you" she started, and Sasuke suddenly found it hard to breathe as he too came over to sit on the bed.

"Mom you can tell me later, I'm showing uncle Sasu my room now!"

She smiled a little and kissed his forehead.

"I know, but you'll have lots of time to show him later, okay?"

Yukio nodded, glancing at Sasuke and then focused back on Karin.

"And I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you before. I'll explain everything when you're older, but right now you just have to trust me."

Yukio's small brows furrowed, but he nodded again.

"It's about your dad."

"M-m-my dad?" Yukio stuttered, eyes wide.

"Yeah. I want to tell you who he is."

Yukio stared at her, then his mouth thinned into a line and he twisted out of her grip, running out of his room.

"Yukio, wait!" Karin called after him, but Sasuke stood up and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Let me talk to him" he said, wondering where his calm voice came from.

He didn't feel calm on the inside. It was more as if his nerves were trying to knot themselves into tight tangles of emotion. Still, he hurried after Yukio, hearing a door shut that he guessed to be the bathroom.

"Yukio?" he called softly through the door, "Can I come in?"

"No."

"Why did you run away?" he asked instead, sinking down into a squat, his hands on the door.

Yukio was quiet for so long that he almost repeated the question, but eventually he got his answer.

"I don't want to know."

Yukio's voice was low, he sounded as if he didn't want to start crying.

"Why not?"

Sasuke's voice was just as low, and he felt as if his heartbeat easily drowned it out.

"Because…"

"Are you scared to find out?"

Yukio didn't answer, but he guessed he'd gotten it right.

"You think you won't like the answer" he continued, and he heard a muffled sob from inside the door. "Yukio, let me in. I promise it's not a bad answer."

Another few seconds of silence, and then the lock turned and he stood up, opening the door to find Yukio inside, looking very small and lost. He took a step inside and kneeled down, scooping the kid up into his arms and hugging him close.

"It's okay" he mumbled, trying to sound reassuring.

Yukio buried his face in his neck and sobbed into it, clinging to him and it hurt in his chest to see the kid so sad.

"It's okay Yukio, I promise."

He just hoped that it really was okay. After all, how was he supposed to know how the child would react to him being his dad?

"R-really?" Yukio asked, a small hiccup escaping him.

"Really."

"Ho-how do you know?"

"Because" he said, an overflow of emotions rushing through his body and mind, "Because I'm your dad."

Yukio froze, but he was still hiccupping and crying when he slowly, hesitantly, turned his head to look at Sasuke. He swallowed, and Sasuke dried a few of his tears as they simply stared into each other's eyes, a weird sense of pride filling Sasuke's chest.

This was his son.

And he loved him.

He loved him so much.

"You're, my dad?" Yukio whispered, disbelief on his face but hope in his eyes, and Sasuke nodded.

Slowly, face in a mask of concentration, Yukio reached a hand out to touch Sasuke's face, trace his eyebrow, his nose, down his cheek. Then his hand fell limply down again, and the kid looked down, hiding his face beneath his hair.

"But that's impossible."

"It's not impossible, it's the truth" Sasuke answered, brushing back some of the dark brown bangs to see Yukio's face.

"But" Yukio said, clenching his hands into tiny fists. "But I wanted you, to be, I wanted you to…"

Sasuke felt as if he was hit by a brick wall of emotions as he heard the unspoken words to Yukio's sentence.

"You," he said, swallowing against the thick lump in his throat, "you wanted me to be your dad?"

Yukio sniffled and dried his nose with his sleeve, shyly peeking up at Sasuke. He quickly looked down again, a blush spreading over his cheeks. Sasuke pulled him close again, pressing him against his chest, and at first Yukio stiffened a little. Then he put his arms around Sasuke's neck, suddenly tightening his hold and rubbing his forehead against Sasuke's neck.

Smiling Sasuke combed a hand through Yukio's hair, wondering if he'd ever been this excruciatingly happy before, if even Naruto had been able to make him feel like this.

He was sitting in a bathroom, holding the son he didn't know he had in his arms, and he wished Naruto had been there to share this with him.

"Yukio" he murmured into the boy's ear, "I'm really happy I'm your dad."

Yukio squeezed his neck for a moment.

"Me too" he whispered.


This is the point where I shouted 'All the FEELS' to adgxvnetu and she laughed at me. Like always.

Anyway! Important stuffs now!

While I've been unable to write on this chapter, I have worked on the plot. And I dare say I have a lot of work ahead of me haha. But the thing is, I've decided to make a sequel. I hope you like that:p Because there simply isn't space enough in this fic for some of the things I want to write. Also, many of those things don't directly involve Sasuke and Naruto, and I don't want to lose focus of them in this story.

That means, that at the end of this fic (maybe ten or so chapters left) there might still be some unresolved question marks. You'll find out all the general secrets though, I'm not that mean. I'm just not going to dive into too many details. We'd never get any smut if I did thatXD

Also, I have to admit that Itachi's and Gaara's interaction took me by surprise. They were never supposed to be that close, it just ended up that way. And so, after the two of them speaking to me in my dreams (I'm a bit crazy, I know) I've decided that the sequel will focus on the two of them. This means no ItaGaa fanfic, because it will become canon. Doesn't mean Itachi is going to suddenly dump Sakura, and it's not going to happen in Results, but the sequel will slowly work towards that. It'll also be full of explanations and flashbacks and scenes from the past, because I'd really like to write them.

If you're only interested in the NarutoxSasuke part I won't hold it against you, and you will get a satisfying ending for Results, but there will also be parts about them in the sequel.

But that's in the future, first I need to focus on finishing this one up! Luckily I'm facing summer break so I should be able to write more now.

Until next time, lots of love and I hope you liked the chapter!