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Chapt. Is long because every writer should know, telling is fail and showing is king xD
Summary: We all often make mistakes. Nevertheless, it's best we take it in stride and use the acquired knowledge as experience for the future. Unfortunately, it's impossible to move on when you end up making the same mistake. Twice. SasuNaru.
CH03: The Alienation Part I
October 7, The Afternoon
In the lavish bedroom, excluding the clothing draping the three thousand dollar couch, scattered video games on the Zebra rug near the master bathroom, the pregnant boy rested on the king-sized bed. In spite of the area cumulated with untidiness that appeared to be raided and pillaged by the Somali pirates themselves, he made the promised phone call.
"Hello? S'ske?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I… told her…"
"…What did she say?"
"Nothing really. She wasn't too thrilled about the pregnancy but that's as expected."
"That's one down."
"Three more to go." A sigh ripped through the phone. "I asked my mom not to tell my dad."
"She agreed?"
"Yeah, she did." Naruto's teeth assaulted his lower lip.
Lying by omission.
"I'll… tell him eventually, just not now. I'm planning on letting my mom marinate with the idea of a grandchild. That is—if she doesn't acquaint herself with a swift scheduling of shock therapy first."
"Sasuke was briefly silent. "Are you sure she wasn't upset?"
Naruto stalled. "No…just surprised, I think… I mean it's not every day your only child tells youthey'rehaving a child… So I suppose I understand her frustration… When I think about it, I truly feel bad, S'ske." Naruto closed his eyes and opened them again, counting the knitted threads in his socks.
"You shouldn't. You didn't get knocked up by any random John off the street. It was yours truly—someone you've been in a relationship for three years now."
Pride seeped through the phone.
"And we don't have sex. Couples have sex."
Naruto was slightly mystified.
"Soulmates make love."
Naruto was stertorous; what was Sasuke was saying was an axiom. He felt even more accommodated for.
Regrouping his brain cells and starving off the zapping astonishment, he fought the tears of joy. "Oh…Sasuke. How did I get so lucky?"
"That's my line."
Naruto smiled. "That reminds me of a story I have to tell you."
"Which is?"
"There's this guy I know. I heard he's madly in love with you and he's even expecting your first child. But most importantly, he's missing your face right about now…"
"Really? Too bad the feeling's not mutual."
Naruto's nostrils flared. "What? Why?"
"Because I miss more than just his face."
Relieved, Naruto giggled into the phone.
Sasuke's ears delved into the delightful depth of the angel's laughter on the other line.
"I think he would say the same thing."
…
October 8
Naruto and Kiba congregated at the upstairs railing of the high school building, looking at the large school population.
"Are those the juniors?' Naruto inquired deviously, digging into his jean pockets.
"Dunno. I'm new to the whole high school scene but I'm almost certain people don't have the number of years completed stamped on their foreheads, moron."
Naruto turned at an angle, eyes darting about the grainy cement and metal outdoor canopy ceiling.
Suspicious, the brunet narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing?"
The antic cumulated and Naruto smiled. "Looking for the person you're talking to."
Seeming immune to the loud growl Kiba produced, the blond continued searching into his purposely white painted stained, shredded jeans. He pulled out quarters from his pocket, counting them out.
"What are you doing?"
"Those pricks below us were pressing me for cash at lunch yesterday—sooo, now I'm donating to them," Naruto said in between numbers. "Since Ilovegiving charity."
"They're gonna come up here," Kiba warned, leaning against the railing.
"And? Let them." Naruto frowned, preparing the quarters, discounting Kiba's daunting statement.
"If they do, you wouldn't let them hurt me, right?" Naruto's audacious blue eyes swiped the breath from Kiba as their gazes locked. The blond's dark lashes nuzzled his upper cheeks as he blinked in a temptingly alluring motion. The garnet accented cheeks and velvety appearance to his tan skin made Kiba's stomach flop.
Naruto sure was looking more and more stunning lately.
Not that it was an issue.
He wasn't attracted to Naruto or anything.
Friends. Only friends.
"Well, uh, you know—I would…" Naruto lips spread across pristine snow white teeth. He scoped the scene Kiba averted his ebony eyes and fumbled with his darkwash skinny jean belt loops. If Naruto wasn't blind he could have sworn Kiba was blushing.
"Aw," Naruto cooed; disadvantaging Kiba's body temperature, subverting the dark haired to the baking bright red heat even further.
Naruto dropped the first pair of quarters.
It twirled in the air, catapulting in a quick downward spiral, right into the centres of the boy's head.
A wail of pain sunk into the manhole of titters and yakking as the tall jade eyed boy glared overhead to a prompt flip of the bird from the freshman.
"Fuck you," Naruto mouthed, chidingly.
The boy soothed the pang of pain vibrating in his skull with a hard rub; Naruto's saw a daring smirk flitted across crimson lips.
"When and where?" He yelled, much to Naruto's consternation.
Never in a thousand hells. Never in a million light years. There was too much of a disparity between them. Ages. Attractiveness. Sasuke.
"Ew." Naruto pushed his ruffled bangs aside.
"I think he likes you." Kiba observed. "That's probably why he was fuckin' with you yesterday".
"For the millionth, bajillionth time…m'not gay," Naruto groaned with exasperation, hoping the comment didn't come out as disparaging as it sounded.
Kiba cocked a brow. "Then what the hell are you?"
Naruto glimpsed over at Kiba, He shared an odd smile, licking his plump salmon colored lips, his fingertips grazing the slithery iron. "M'Sasuke-sexual."
"Oh?" Kiba looked at the fastidious touches Naruto demonstrated on the rail, finding himself wishing he was the metallic pole.
"Then riddle me this." Kiba adjusted his drooped body position.
"Mhm?" Naruto tapped his small fingers on the metal.
"Would you ever date another guy besides Sasuke?"
The poised stagnant look on Naruto's gorgeous face only lurked temporarily before it absconded due to a duo of hands clutching the small blond's midsection.
A smoky 'good morning' was whispered into the rebellious disarrayed hair.
"Eeep." The blond freshman briskly batted away the fingers on his abdomen.
The maternal instincts switch flipped on and Naruto curled into a pretzel of acute jitters.
"Sai, stopppppp." Naruto waggled away, nervous.
He whipped around to his pale best friend—sporting rolled up black and red checkered flannel shirt, black drain pipe skinny jeans and all black vans.
The short dark haired sophomore gave a sour baffled gape, iced with a dash of incredulity.
"Please, don't touch me there."
"Number 691 of things we're not allowed to do. Your probation has been getting stricter these days. Am I banned because of Sasuke?"
"No." A vehement twist axled on Naruto's mouth. "Because it makes me uncomfortable."
A smug smile climbed onto Sai's lips.
Was Naruto supposed to be serious?
An embroiled stare pegged a clear stale mate.
Kiba flinched at the intensity of Naruto's glare, feeling like his friend could be responsible for a litany of arsons across California if looks could commute to flames.
Naruto slightly touched his raised stomach with a crawling fear.
"I apologize. That wasn't my intention to make you 'uncomfortable'."
"Whatever, just don't do it again asshole," Naruto bit out, namely at Sai's disingenuous apology. A tad bit unwarranted - but his overreaction attributed to his blazing hormones.
"Morning." A hand wove under his arm, his waist prepended by the strong forearm dragging him back into the muscular form behind him.
Sai's midnight coals glossed with irritation as Naruto whirled to great the all-mighty-whimsical-embodiment-of-perfection-bastardly-Uchiha with a playful gleam.
"Good morning," Naruto strained in his baby blue and white vans to plant a rapturous smooch on Sasuke's awaiting lips. Almost instinctively he found a safe haven in Sasuke arms, burrowing into his solar plexus dexterously. The chin of the taller boy rested in unruly locks, petting the delicate petals of sunflowers.
"You feeling alright?"
"I feel great actually."
"Did you eat breakfast this morning?"
"Yes, I ate two."
Sasuke inhaled the spring flower scent of the hair, trying not to call Naruto names. He really thought 'dining for two' was meant in the literal sense.
At least he'd be a generous mother.
He couldn't wait.
"That's good, Naruto."
Naruto reluctantly pulled from Sasuke's strapping arms, an idiotic grin mounted his face. "So I can have two dinners, too?"
Sasuke smirked, soaking in the blond bombshell's charming azure eyes, and red lambency illuminating the chubby olive flesh. The beauty's words evaded his ears as he remembered how glad he was he pursued those swollen satin talking instruments.
"You're glowing even more today."
Naruto's brows crinkled.
"Glowing?"
Sasuke drew Naruto back in slowly, his voice deviling a whisper. "Pregnancy glow."
Blue treasuries debased to cannonballs.
"Oh my God, S'ske... Is it noticeable?" He covered his mouth, his new vulnerability making him even more adorable. He frantically surveyed his surroundings, unable to cope with the pregnancy's natural beauty enhancement.
"That you're pregnant or you're more ravishing than usual?"
"Bothhhhh," Naruto whined, his wide eyes making him look like an exotic but startled fox.
Sasuke countenance smoldered with all the untold prospects of parenthood and inane obsession with the boy in front of him. He loved him so much, that it was a disaster waiting to happen. Possibly in the making?
"Just to me." Sasuke smirked at the exposure of Naruto's lack of fortitude.
"Really?"
"Yes." Sasuke's slates rewarded him with the inspiritment he yearned for.
To remove his mind from the matter, Sasuke pushed the bag he had in his hand to Naruto.
"Sour gummy bears?" Naruto eagerly grabbed at the value bag, cradling it to his chest.
"Oooo, thank you, Sasuke. I've been craving these, so much."
"Did you—"
"Yes," Sasuke droned, also handing off the watermelon Arizona to his boyfriend.
"You're so fucking awesome—you know me so well." Naruto broadcasted to the entire upstairs, sparkling at Sasuke's random display of kindness.
Kiba snorted at the sight before him. He wished he really didn't have to see this—Sasuke.
"Damn straight."
Naruto laughed, tugging at the bag of candy. "So marry me?"
…
"Why are we here again?"
"Because I have to get my vitamins, lazy ass. I haven't taken any today."
"Mm." Sasuke checked the time on his phone.
2:45
Naruto opened the glass French door and walked through pulling Sasuke in behind him.
Kushina heard the cohort of whispers at the Tuscan foyer and meandered toward the spiral staircase.
"I'll be back in a minute." Naruto's voice disappeared as he rushed up the stairs.
"I'll wait here."
"Okay!"
Rounding the corner, to the ivory engrained hall, she came to face Naruto's former best friend and current lover. A cogitate expression pulled across her face as her eyes autocratically ogled the likes of the boy.
A systematic smug arrogance.
Her sneer receded at the signal of his voice.
"Hello, Mrs. Namikaze."
She swallowed hard. "Hello—Sasuke."
Her hands wrestled in one another, as her marine oceans spiraled into a narrow concord of pique.
The temperature in the room rose as Sasuke's tone plunged. "Is there something you have to say to me?"
"I have no words for you—only pity."
Sasuke watched her leave from whence she came, deficient of emotion as his eyes rimmed with anger.
"Sasuke, I'm ready!"
…
Sasuke pulled out the navy blue velvet ring box out of the top drawer of his dresser.
"So marry me?"
His breath feathered as he pulled it open with care. The diamond crusted sapphire vintage platinum banded ring was comfortably situated in the box's holster.
Sasuke touched the precise jewel cut in admiration. It was perfect for Naruto—refined fine piece of cutlery and rough around the edges.
A perfect fit for his small right ring finger—when he asked Naruto to marry him. Sasuke tilted the box from the lurking rays of the sun to confirm the sleek platinum luminosity. He read the scripted words of 'Will you marry me, Naruto?' on the inside of the box of the grinning sapphire gem as he contemplated popping the question to his boyfriend.
They were having a child—a family.
It seemed like the perfect excuse to embark on the idea of a much wanted matrimony. Something he always dreamed of—moments between sleep and seconds during wake.
Naruto wouldn't say no—he would be tickled right onto cloud ten.
There was just the matter of timing—maybe even lighting. He wanted the ring to look as shiny and attractive as possible. But he also wanted—on a larger scale—for their parents to be aware of their first child's arrival before they seriously discussed becoming united as a jubilant possibility. To properly characterize Kushina's words, he weighed the spiteful words as words meant to hurt him—he had nothing to be pitied for. He had Naruto. It was a major feat in his story book—hopefully a book that had a happy ending.
To finally be able to inhabit the right atmosphere where he could drop to one knee and ask Naruto to be his forever and forsake all others… it was immeasurable.
The itching impulse to ask him when he returned from his extended afternoon snack sluiced him.
When, though?
A light shuffle behind the behind the door knob awakened Sasuke's delayed senses. He snapped the case closed and threw it in the dresser, slamming it shut and whipped to his desired fiancé.
"Whattttt arreee you doing?" A knowing smile spread across his mouth.
Sasuke felt the beams of swear strike the back of his neck.
"No you were doing something—I just know it, Uchiha," Naruto taunted, slinking closer.
"I know exactly what you were doing and I knew you were going tolieabout it…" Naruto melodically sung.
"Care to be specific…?" Sasuke asked slowly leaning back against the dresser.
"Certainly…"
Sasuke's heart pounded hard.
"You're hiding my birthday present, aren't you?"
In a way he was—Naruto's birthday. Despite being their parent's not knowing, he could always ask at Gaara's small party for Naruto.
"No."
Yes.
"Actually…" Sasuke reached into the drawer below which ring and pulled out a small garment and held it out to Naruto.
"I was wondering…" Sasuke straightened the fabric.
Naruto's head slightly listed to the side, his full lips gaping.
"If this is a unisex baby color… considering we don't know the sex…" Sasuke cut his gaze, cheeks coloring as he saw Naruto's confusion heighten.
Purple. A purple onesie. For an infant.
Naruto gasped in pleasant surprise, walking to the flustered boy and kissed his cheek. "Yes, it is."
…
"Hey Naruto," Sasuke husked against Naruto's heated forehead. Sasuke snuggled in closer, his mind acknowledging Naruto's subtle increase in body temperature. He felt like a huggable plush toaster oven that Sasuke didn't mind basking in.
"Yeah, babe?" Soft lips moved against the crook of Sasuke's exposed neck and Sasuke shivered. Naruto was more affectionate day by day—but only to him. He sought to cuddle with Sasuke, adjoined with a commodity of sentimental kisses, splintered with love. He gave the traditional exhibitionist possessive girlfriend hug with a sweet whisper to effortlessly divert Sasuke's attention.
Estrogen made him a ball of melted sugar.
And Sasuke loved every minute of it.
"You smell different," Sasuke muttered, the indescribable aroma coating the insides of his nostrils.
Naruto throatily asked, "Different in a bad way?"
"No. Different in an… astronomical way."
Naruto chuckled. He had no idea Sasuke's pheromones had such sensitive detectors.
"Thank you, for reminding me I still retain some redeeming qualities that don't include puking and sustaining my assholish qualitiespersonified."
"It's all forgotten when I remember you're pregnant with my child. All your arduous first trimester struggles make you all the more phenomenal."
"Thank you… That means the world to me and more… Sasuke, do you think we're having a boy or a girl?"
Sasuke took a moment to think—based on his knowledge he would have to say—"I don't know."
"It could be a boy," Naruto speculated.
"It could be but I think based on your mannerisms, it's…" Sasuke pulled Naruto on the closer on genuine black leather couch, "A girl."
"You think so? I wouldn't mind a girl—actually I'd prefer it."
"You would?"
"Yes, she'd be adorable. I'd dress her up… Buy her barbies…" He sighed contently. "She'd be my little angel… And be beautifuljustlike her daddy."
"You mean mommy."
"No, I'm pretty sure I said father."
"If you're finally admitting I'm more attractive than you, I'm willing to compromise."
"No way in hell, bastard."
Sasuke smirked. "She'll have her mother's eyes and be the most splendid organism to walk this lush green earth."
Naruto lifted his head and looked at Sasuke. "My…eyes?"
"Yes… Your eyes."
'The windows to my happiness.'
Sasuke kissed Naruto hard and heavied him right to the bed.
…
A downpour of post coital bliss, animated their heavy limbs as Sasuke watched Naruto struggle to remain awake. He knew Naruto was already exhausted before they made love and that he was only staying awake because he wanted to spend time with him. Not like he did during the school days, or the few classes they had together, with everyone around, strictly alone time.
"Sasuke?"
"Yea?"
"When our baby's born, promise you'll teach our little one Japanese—like you did me?" Naruto wispily asked technically half-asleep.
Sasuke stifled a laugh, wondering how Naruto's mind ventured to a bilingual child on the verge of sleep. He silently pressed his lips to Naruto's sweaty forehead in bonding affection.
"I promise."
…
October 9
Naruto was experiencing a headache for the ages. He almost felt like the head on his shoulders was not his own—like he borrowed it. His dizziness was blinding and his backache was riddling his smarting spine. To put frosting on the cake, he needed to pee—piss—really bad. The sensation was maddening.
He walked up the long stairs and his fatigue was evident down to the molecular level.
He was ready to show now—maybe these heinous symptoms would stop ruining his life. Not being abstemious usually helped. And after he got his much needed nap, he was going to proceed to stuff his fucking face.
He backpack felt even heavier as he trudged down the elaborate hallway.
"Naruto…" The ominous call conjured Naruto's inner warning alarms as he stopped past the doorjamb his father's open conference quarters. He backtracked to his father's rigid, constricted wooden seat in the chair.
"Yes?" Naruto carefully examined his three piece navy blue suit and the similar spikes of gold floating on blue oceans—failing to see the technicality.
What did his father want with him? He never had anything to do with his father's business or associates, much less his inner mayoral ones. He did attend charity parties and benefits but he never knew of any upcoming ones to soon take place.
He sauntered into the conference room to meet his mother adjacent to the long table.
His throat tightened as his school bag slipped on his Levi jeans jacket.
His father's folded hands were clamped above his mouth, his eyes bleeding something vile. Something akin to rage.
"When you were planning to tell me?"
Naruto looked at his father hunched over the desk and then at his mother's fingers interlocked like a tight snatch near her mane of crimson curls, her dark blue eyes fixated on the intercity vintage eighteen century rug.
Naruto's falanchies slackened on the suede backpack strap.
"Tell you what?" He tried to feign his plausible innocence as possible. He had his suspicions, be he couldn't quite place the reason for his presence here.
"That you're pregnant with Sasuke's child."
Mutiny was afoot.
Naruto felt the swimming scarlet rise from his irresolute jab from his gut—hard—the weakness he felt strengthened and he needed to puke more than ever.
"Mom, you said you wouldn't say anything," Naruto alleged, surprise nabbing his thin tone.
"That's irrelevant now—I am speaking to you and I would appreciate your undivided attention."
Mutiny was definitely afoot.
Naruto looked back at his father's egregious gaze.
"Is this another stunt to get attention because—"
"This isn't a stunt to get your attention," Naruto interrupted, with a seething glare.
"Then why are you pregnant?"
"You need pointers on how to make a baby?"
"Naruto." Minato shut his eyes and inhaled. "Is this because you're trying to keep Sasuke?" He made it sound as mundane as the weather.
"What the fuck, dad? I would never purposely get pregnant with Sasuke's child because he's going to leave me. Are you insane? Sasuke and I are solid—and I'm really not that desperate."
Minato heaved a sigh. "Do you both have no self-control? Sexual activity is meant for adults. Not young adults, or children who believe their adults—mature, rational-thinking adults."
Blue plates of glass narrowed and Naruto's condition conveniently worsened.
"This is what I have the joy of coming home to… A boy who values a relationship over his own acquisitions," Minato grumbled. "Please leave for the time being. I'll deal with you accordingly."
Naruto stormed to his room like rolling thunder.
He dropped his bag to the carpet, his hands being showered by his own tears.
October 10
Naruto couldn't count the variation of birthday songs people sung to him, goofy faces people made, playful slaps he got on either arm, or the amounts of trinkets and gifts he received.
Even that stupid junior that liked him bought him a heart necklace. Fat chance.
Sadly, none of it escalated his mood.
Even when Sasuke brought him two Cheesecake Factory cakes—based on the pun he was eating for two.
His mouth didn't even budge.
His were cramps were prickling his lower abdomen and he sunk like the titanic. With every germinating of pulsation of pain, he knew his body's ailments were stress related as the pregnancy dragged on. He vomited—this morning—but not ad nauseam. His cramps and dizziness lessened and he figured it was transitional to his third month.
He didn't bother telling Sasuke he felt horrible for his birthday or that his parents thought he was the last piece of scum to scour the earth.
He didn't need to make everyone miserable for his birthday.
They were so ashamed.
He told himself he didn't care but he was just lying to himself.
Talk about dark cloud when he was supposed to being enjoying himself at his own birthday kickback.
"Naruto, you're fifteen now, it's time you start stacking up." Naruto's pale, bright red haired friend poured a champagne glass filled of bubbly Krug.
"It's five thirty in the afternoon, Gaara," Naruto reminded, wide eyes watching the clear liquid fizzle to the rim.
"Champagne now—hard liquor later." Dazzling seafoam green eyes persisted, placing the bottle down on the granite countertop and handing Naruto the glass.
Naruto almost turned into a wafer at his best friend's absurdity. Drink?
Despite Gaara's handsome appearance, layers of eyeliner and his bold kanji tattooed on his forehead, and lack of eyebrows and his white t-shirt offset with an ivy white vest, and loose straight-legged pants, he was still clinically insane.
And not in the good way.
"No… No thank you," Naruto tried to be gracious by pushing the glass back but Gaara wasn't allowing it.
"Take it—birthday boy."
Naruto frowned. Only he could make the day you were blessed with life sound like a curse.
"No," Naruto said with more conviction this time. The last thing he ever wanted to do was endanger his baby before they were considered a "fetus." If he did, he would be grouped with Gaara in the mentally handicap group. Somewhere he only wished to visit—not enroll in.
"Yes." Gaara pushed it back.
"No," Sasuke rudely relieved Gaara of the glass and poured the contents out in the sink.
Gaara turned to the taller boy with a deadly glare, only displaying a fragment of the pain he desired to inflict on him.
"Do you know how much this bottle costs, Uchiha?"
Sasuke shoved the empty glass back to into the Subaku's hands.
"Does it cost more than your life?" Sasuke narrowed his beautiful grey eyes at his frienemy.
"Point taken." Gaara closed the champagne tightly, taking his leave from the spacious kitchen.
He stopped midway at the door-less entrance. "For the record, if you come in contact with a possession that coincidently belongs to me, Uchiha, don't ever touch it."
"Don't worry, I will." Sasuke smirked at Gaara's retreating back, knowing he would probably ignore him for a remainder of the school year. Not that he cared.
Sasuke's amused eyes slid to a bewildered Naruto with a ruggedly protective glance.
It felt like less than a spilt second, before Sasuke's hands comforted on his lower back pulling him in.
Naruto instantly felt bad. He was culpable for avoiding him all day.
How Sasuke developed such patience when it came to his inexcusable bullshit, was only known by the gods above.
He loved his boyfriend—especially his exterior of nails and interior blanket.
"Thank you, Sas'." Naruto gently put his head on his chest and his symptoms dissolved as Sasuke held him tighter.
"I got you."
…
"Um, Sasuke, yesterday… You played brilliantly… Sometimes I forget you play alongside a team. I mean for you to throw in five touchdowns is… just remarkable… You must be disappointed Naruto wasn't there to see your victory."
Sakura expressed false remorse as she suggestively placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder.
"Get your fucking hands off me." Sasuke shrugged her manicured hand off his cerulean hoodie with disgust.
He detested her sitting on the leather chair arm so much he pushed himself to stand.
"Who invited you anyway?" Sasuke scoffed.
The last thing he needed was someone pretending to be so conciliatory because Naruto wasn't there to cheer him on. Naruto told him he was feeling less than well and apologized a million times for not being able to attend. Sasuke understood and wasn't going to guilt him into staying, especially when he was pregnant.
It wasn't a big deal. He made effort to at least call him in the locker room after the game to congratulate him, and that was all needed.
Sakura must have just drunk a gallon of Windex because he could see right through her.
She was just the classic opportunistic female that roamed this city—one that would do anything to discredit Naruto.
Sasuke moved away from her and that particular room, weaving through useless nobodies to find Naruto.
Obviously he was the only one who could engage him in a decent conversation without all the ulterior motives in-between.
The deafening music in the speakers made the place a rage of confusion as Sasuke walked through the hallway to the loveseat next to the living room entrance.
Sasuke gave an askance look to the picture that looked so fucking wrong.
Kiba was sitting so close he might as well have been laced to Naruto's side. He was practically kissing his ear as he whispered each word to him, his arm behind his head.
Sterling. He never questioned Naruto's loyalty but he couldn't say the same for Kiba. Obviously their friendship wasn't worth the time and dedication he put into it.
"Can I talk to you?" Sasuke jerked his chin toward the balcony door.
Sasuke said nothing to Kiba, fearing if he did, he would find his fist lodged in his face.
Naruto couldn't hide his confusion in the mostly empty room. It really wasn't time for opening his gifts or cut the cake.
"Uh, yeah." Naruto nodded, taking the hand Sasuke offered as had to wiggle from away from Kiba.
Chocolate hair masked the distaste in Kiba's dark eyes as he could only watch Sasuke and Naruto relocate outside the sliding door.
…
Sasuke fumbled with the ring case in his blue hoodie. A crisp wafer of autumn air beat some sensibility and some courage into him.
He could do this. All he had to do was ask. Drop on one knee and ask. Pop the question.
The rest he could leave up to Naruto.
The meringue of indigo and pale tawny shade pirouetted above their head, layering the romantic mood.
Sasuke fell victim to vacillation, lowering his head.
"What is it Sasuke?"
"I… wanted to tell you something. Better said, ask you something…"
Now or never.
Sasuke resumed reaching for the case in his insulated pocket.
"Before you ask your question I think I should tell you my mom told my dad about the pregnancy."
Sasuke's slight optimism faltered and his hand withdrew from the velvet covering.
"She did what? The fuck? Why?"
A multiplicity of emotions pegged Naruto as he rested the back of his head against the glass door.
The nadir of the beautiful blue eyes molded a mordant ball of peril in Sasuke.
"'I don't know… But my dad was really annoyed by my 'aimless' ambition in life… Someone that claims to love you should never make you feel so bad. But…" Naruto shrugged looking out into the setting sky, tears rolling down his face. "…that's life, right?" Naruto's right hand swiped at the warm liquid.
Sincerity carved out Sasuke's chest cavity.
One hand found Naruto's shoulder. "I'm okay," An evanescent smile lit Naruto's face as he wiped it away with his forearm sleeve.
Naruto's small red ski-slope nose sniffled. "What was it you wanted to ask me?"
Sasuke pulled his hands from his pocket. "Nothing."
…
October 11, Sunday.
Spiders of fear creeped under Sasuke clothes. A squeeze on his hands dragged him back in the correct realm.
"I'll be here when you come out, no matter what he says, okay?" Naruto smiled, interlocking their fingers slowly.
Sasuke looked down at the bewitching boy that seemed to make everything flow like a steady stream and kissed him.
"Okay."
Sasuke walked to the Victorian styled door leading to the study and snagged the brass handle.
"Remember, I love you."
Sasuke pivoted with a doting aura. "I love you, too."
They both bristled at the fleeting thought: their love might not be enough.
…
Sasuke looked at the heavily revered and deeply respected man with an unrelated head of chestnut brown tresses and coal black eyes. A clean pressed button up shirt and the scatters of papers soundlessly expressed his father's studious nature. He didn't wish to disturb his case work and arouse his temper, but if it wasn't now, it was going to be later.
"Father." Dark eyes darted up and placed his pen down.
"Sasuke."
"There's something I need to address: Naruto is pregnant."
Fugaku stared at parentheses deepened as he sat back in his office chair.
"Sasuke what have you I taught you to be your goal in life?"
"To strive for success, hone my skills and harness my opportunities. This family is not underprivileged and that should be used as an advantage."
"It's obvious you're as you've grown no seed of intelligence ever took root. You're just as foolish as that boy you're with." His father's wrath became more apparent as he shot him an icy glare.
"I allow you to be together, which is embarrassment enough… And now this… This reflects solely on me."
Sasuke ossified where he stood, antagonized by his impertinent remarks.
"I will not allow this tragedy to occur."
Sasuke tried to interject.
"Say nothing, boy. You're an abomination just like your brother. A disgrace to your family—a being with no dignity. Get out of my sight."
Sasuke exited the study his pride seizing with shutters as his vision blurred and blackened at the edges.
Naruto rose from the chair and went to him with a galvanizing smile. "What did he say?"
A ball of sunshine. His sunshine.
Sasuke's limp shaky finger tips brushed Naruto's lower jaw, nebulously.
Clear lakes of disenchantment made Sasuke's the vascular organ in his ribcage burn.
As Naruto covered Sasuke's fingers with his own—Sasuke shook his head.
Naruto's grin abated.
…
"Have you heard of the news?" Fugaku walked into the compact but organized office.
His dark haired wife, grey gaze rose from the charity tax papers, her glasses sliding down her face.
Her abnormally dark hair and her milky sheet white skin were the birth of her appeal when they first met. Now all it reminded him of was his son's mistakes—one in particular.
"What news?" Her thinly perfect eyebrows pulled together and she pulled her glasses off, her long dark mascaraed eyelashes charming Fugaku out of his anger.
"Naruto is with child."
"Wh-what?" It was a flush as tears prickled her eyes immediately.
They came down like April showers. She tried to compose her shredding emotions but it was all for not as thoughts of the boys' futures made her inconsolable.
…
October 14; Conference Room, Uchiha Mansion.
"I had no idea they were intimate so frequently." Fugaku sighed, resting his hand on the glossy Costa Rican wood table.
"They're two young and able boys—did you expect something else?" Kushina moved a large self-made red tendril from her shoulder, taking a glance at her derelict husband. Her glossed lips folded in and she looked back at her long "so-called" called friend.
"Restraint."
"They love each other," Kushina argued.
"Or so they claim," Minato said.
"They're teenagers; they're impervious to the paradox of love. This mistake—"
"It's a child not a mistake. He or she didn't make herself, Fugaku. Don't tell me you're already punishing an innocent life for something they're not responsible for."
"The mistake refers to a child being born with children for parents," Fugaku tried to correct.
"Then how do we suggest we rectify that, Fugaku?" Kushina's deep blues narrowed.
"I don't know, yet."
…
October 15
Naruto set his back pack down on the first stairs of the Berbered staircase. "Those are a lot of stairs, Sasuke." Naruto grimaced.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. Did the number suddenly increase since the first days they had bought the house when he was five? "What's your point?"
"My feet kinda hurt. Carry me." Naruto smiled at the brilliant idea, stepping up stair, making him height level up to Sasuke.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, carry me up the stairs." Naruto bounced like an impatient child.
"At my last appointment, my doctor advised me against heavy lifting."
Naruto swung like a bat into Sasuke's left shoulder. "You fucking asshole."
Sasuke held the affected area. "I wasn't serious. You're just pleasantly plump."
"Pleasantly plump!" Naruto punched him in the exact same spot.
"Stop hitting me!"
"Stop calling me names than, ugly!"
"Ugly?"
"Yes, hideous." Naruto pouted and folded his arms.
"If I'm so repulsive, why are you with me?"
"Because—"
"When you were underneath me on your birthday—all those compliments? You're taking them back already?"
"Shhhhhh-ut the hell up. Don't say that so loud in the house, Sasuke." His hands rushed to cover Sasuke's fowl mouth.
Naruto felt a smirk form behind his palms. His wild eyes amazed by the granite irises that were emphasized by tantalizing strips of glossy black framing bangs. His eyes followed the high cheek bones and definite nasal bone trailing to the dashing monarchical nose.
Oh, Sasuke was nowhere near—dare he say—ugly.
His hands loosened from Sasuke's really tender lips.
"Taking it back?" Sasuke's lips brushed the curl of his hands and Naruto's stomach shrank.
He couldn't conform an answer as his mouth felt even drier than the Sahara desert.
Sasuke suddenly scooped him up in his arms. "Eeeeep!"
"Sasuke!" Naruto laughed kicking off his black vans as Sasuke lifted him up the stairs.
…
Sasuke was seated on the crowded sofa, with Naruto's head in his lap. "When are we going to tell Gaara and Neji—Temari. She's gonna slit your throat. You should probably tell her first."
"How altruistic of you."
"Thanks for noticing." Naruto grinned, dividing and dog-earring the paper for the initial process of paper crane creation.
"There's Shikamaru, Ino, Chouji, Sai, and Kiba… He doesn't need to know."
"Why?" Naruto lowered the saffron yellow paper.
"Because I don't trust the prick."
"…Why? You've never expressed your mistrust before, Sasuke."
"Well, I'm expressing it now."
"We still have to tell him. Save me the drama, please?"
"Whatever." Sasuke ran his hand over his face.
"Don't be like that." Naruto thought of when he bitched out when Sai touched his belly and when Gaara offered him alcohol. Things were bound to become even more awkward if they kept them in the dark about the situation.
"Be like how?"
"Stodgy."
"I'm not being stodgy."
"Yes, you are. I don't know what your problem with Kiba is…"
"I don't have a problem with Kiba."
"Sure you don't." Naruto rolled his eyes.
Sasuke glared, feeling both temples throb unanimously. "We can tell them, Saturday."
"At the park or something."
"That's fine."
…
"Naruto," Kushina stopped at the door, holding Naruto's shoes in hand. Her voice faded out and focused her ears on the soft voices projecting in the room.
"When you come home in the afternoon, will you change their diaper?"
"I'll hate doing shit patrol but yes, I would. It's only fair."
"And I'll make the baby food. I don't trust that crap they call food on the shelves."
"When she gets old enough, we have to start taking them to the park. At the rate you'll be feeding the baby, they'll need the exercise."
"I will feed the baby when he or she is hungry!"
"You say that now, but when the baby's in your arms…"
An extinguishment of sound supplemented a taste of fabulous serenity.
"It's a nice picture isn't it?"
"Oh yeah."
She heard a short exchange of kisses.
"Is it weird to say I love the baby already?"
"No, not at all…because I love the baby, too."
Kushina pulled back from the conversation, retaining all the information she needed.
She sniffled, her black painted finger nails tracing the rim of the shoe's entrance.
"He's growing up," She muttered.
Maybe this this baby was good for them, for these families.
It was lonesome being the only one who thought so.
…
October 16
"Minato. We don't have to do anything when the baby arrives, you know? I think that the baby will be in good hands. Sasuke and Naruto, they're good kids—! They—"
"Kushina, please, I don't—"
"I heard them discussing the child—they'll be great parents." He pushed the open the heavy door.
"Minato! You're not fucking listening! I'm talking…" He entered the conference room without her. "…talking to you."
She covered her mouth to butcher the sound of her choked sobs.
Her royal blue eyes overflowed with tears. Her desperation wasn't enough. Love was never enough. Nothing was never enough.
…
Mikoto's sleepless eyes watched the two men sit down in unison. Kushina moved to sit alongside her best friend. Fugaku thought everyone situated and spoke.
"We've come to a decision."
…
Mikoto shielded her face with her hands, her locks curtaining her sadness.
Kushina was striated—eyes blank, salty water staining her face.
"I won't agree to that, Minato! You and that bastard can't do that! They're our children!"
A person different than the one she once knew turned to her. "You are either with me or against me. Make your choice, Kushina."
…
In the unlit, sitting room, Fugaku and Minato took one last chat to mold over their heart to heart. "I don't think this is the best choice. This type of devastation…"
"Minato, this your initial term. This time is vital, considering you don't have any margin for error in the political system. Don't let those boys ruin it for you—for us."
Fugaku's tangled his fingers in lemony locks, crushing his lips and clashing teeth. Fingernails dug into the navy blazer, his mouth voraciously kissing the pink lips. They knew their participation in this deception was wrong. They weren't supposed to doing this anymore. But yet the temptation still kidnapped them from their lives of pretend.
The attrition of ethical requisites for the situation sullied what he knew would be best. Fugaku sullied what was best.
Pulling away in the near pitch darkness, Fugaku whispered. "You don't want to be another causality to a scandal, do you?"
Minato shook his head.
Callous hands cupped the soft cheek. "It's for the best."
…
"What did they call us here for?" Sasuke glared at both closed doors with authentic incertitude.
"I don't know." Naruto's icy blue eyes followed Sasuke's gaze to where their parents awaited them.
"It can't be anything good."
"Don't say that… Maybe they finally came to their senses."
Sasuke looked down at the maroon rug. He highly doubted that.
Naruto took his index finger and raised Sasuke's chin. "Hey, at the end of the day you still have me."
Sasuke hoped that was true.
…
Sasuke and Naruto walked in, their hands sewn in one another.
They couldn't make eye contact with the latter—Minato, Kushina, and Mikoto on one side of the vertical table—their heads hung low.
"Sit."
Immobilized by the strange display, neither of them recognized the words of Sasuke's father. "I said, sit."
Sasuke pulled out the two chairs at the head of the table designed for this arrangement. "Tell me, Naruto, what do you have planned in terms of this baby's life beyond the day of the delivery?"
"We—"
"I believe I said Naruto."
Sasuke felt the flames scorch across his face from the earlier anger from telling him about the pregnancy. He didn't even want him to speak.
"We were planning on parenting the baby, ourselves. I'm going to stay at home with the baby and peruse a diploma in a domestic setting. Maybe I can still work in the afternoon, after Sasuke returns from school. I don't like the thought of a nanny or a baby sitter. I don't want to be a stranger to my child."
"And when high school is completed, Naruto, what profession do you aspire to obtain to provide for your child?"
Naruto paled slightly. "I don't—know. I always thought about oncology as a possible career choice."
Fugaku nodded once in acknowledgement. "Children usually don't have a clear path to the future. There are all types of aversions that prevent a smooth boulevard. This one, for example."
Naruto shifted in the chair and brushed his thumb on Sasuke's forefinger.
"Do you think this method will be a stable lifestyle for your child?"
"Yes."
"Who have you told about your pregnancy, Naruto?"
"Only Sasuke knows."
"Glorious. Keep it that way. The last thing I want for you two is to be subjected to ridicule because of your poor choices."
Naruto narrowed cold blue eyes. "My child is not a poor choice."
"According to you. Is this the only option you've ultimately discussed with Sasuke?"
"Is there another available alternative?"
"Adoption."
Sasuke saw Naruto's mother teeth pinch her bottom lip.
Naruto laughed contumaciously. "No. I'm not giving up our baby for adoption."
"Understand this is nonnegotiable."
"Yes, it is, it's a life—the most precious gift a human being can have. Not a lucrative business deal."
"I'm not requesting this from you, this is an order. You're too young to be burdened by the responsibilities of another human life."
Naruto recoiled at the ludicrous statement. "Young or not we're not signing away—"
"Either you both do, or I'll have your parental rights revoked and we'll sign those papers, ourselves. Don't think I don't have the means to do it boy. Donottest me."
Fugaku's blaze of indignation throbbed in Naruto's veins as he remembered Itachi—he remembered the ultimate punishment for disobedience. Naruto didn't doubt he would pay a judge off just to get their rights taken away.
A shard of helplessness compromised the former edge he had, as he looked for something—someone to circumvent the diatribe.
Abysmal crystalline rivers poured down claret cheeks as he pleaded into identical cyan eyes. "Daddy."
Minato painfully averted his gaze, feeling his heart clench at the sobs coloring maroon walls.
He couldn't remember the last time Naruto called him daddy… Swallowing a thick batch of saliva, he dealt with his arteries condense into an orb of forlorn shame.
Not willing to acquiesce, Naruto's hand strangled pale appendages, as tremors rocked his waning frame. "D-Daddy, please. I-I… I don't want to. Please."
Naruto sobbed.
"Why are you doing this to me—to us?"
Kushina and Mikoto felt tears wet the hands in their lap: the pressure to destroy her own child becoming too cumbersome for the pair.
"After the month of October you will withdraw from school and resign to your house. From there, you will be homeschooled until the birth of the baby. After ten days, you'll give the baby up for adoption."
"Will I… ever get to see my baby after I give them up? Can it be an open adoption?" Sasuke's heart wrenched as the tears precipitated on his bright red cheeks. He wanted to say something but he was at a severe loss for words.
"It will be closed. You will sign disclosure-veto papers and have no contact what so ever with the child."
"But—why? I don't—I don't understand." Naruto hyperventilated as Sasuke tried assuaging the boy by wrapping him in his arms.
Fugaku rested his chin back onto his knitted fingers.
The other three said nothing even though Naruto was a weeping mess. "We'll iron out finer the details later, for now, you're dismissed."
…
TbC
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Preview; Number CH04
"What's the point of having this baby when I can't—keep—" Naruto released a shaky breath, glimpsing at the endless pile of Kleenex surrounding him.
Sasuke's lungs failed to provide another useable breath. "Are you saying you want…an abortion?"
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