A/N: [To Whom It May Concern, (IE, those who keep writing me bullshit) To those this has nothing to do, please proceed to the rest of the chapter] Please, if you don't like my writing style, for my sake and yours, make use of the back button. By all means, if it's that serious, go read from an author that writes the way you like. I won't mind. Trust me -_- I never claimed to be the perfect author or said I aspired to release a book. So please, save it. I accept constructive criticism, not dictation. Okay? At the end of the day, it's still my story and I still write the way I write. I'm not going to try to write like someone else to make you happy. Get over it.

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Also, I'm not rushing the plot, so sit down, stay awhile. Everything will come together in due time. There's more to this story than just a series of events. Realistically speaking. I need room to explain important things. Naruto's four months along now. I can't just jump to nine. That would be someeeee BAD writing and you would be confused. Alright? KKKKthanks(:

Small Recap of Chapter 5: Minato withdrew Naruto from his high school. Naruto decided he doesn't want an abortion. He wants to have the baby and try to convince their parents to let them keep her once she is born.

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CH06: Meditation

November 20

A peaceful black surrounded the couple during their silent slumber. Both wiped out from their night of passion, their bodies were suctioned of energy; they conclusively plucked the barriers of logic as they carried late into the dead of night. Everything was so fervent and so hot they impractically lost themselves to a monsoon of inseparable love. It had been so long since the two had been able to sexually express their affections to one another. They had been so consumed in the hysterics of their crazed parents while trying to practice healthy prenatal care they had neglected regular physical convergence. Sex was good component to repairing every shred of acrimony on their part. If they were so consumed in the pleasure, it would dismantle all the bad thoughts on the immediate surface.

It was even possible it could lessen the impact of the disaster if they focused more on each other rather than giving them the time day.

Grey eyes patiently opened and looked at the naked boy wrapped in the thin sheets next to him. Such exquisite, exotic beauty, best of all, it all belonged to him. Vacuumed into his pregnant boyfriend's, he felt the irritation rebel against his cache of reality, he checked the glow in the dark alarm clock that read 5:57. Wishing he could do more, he settled for a quick kiss to his warm forehead before leaving the bed.

Sadly, it was time to prepare for the second hell hole the government called "school." Today would the worst day of all his years in an institution. Naruto wouldn't be there anymore. Sasuke systematically muttered curses under his breath and pulled his discarded pair of boxers on, moving to the lavish bathroom to quickly shower. He smelled heavily of sex and Naruto's favorite pomegranate body wash everywhere. He didn't mind but he was sure his fellow classmates would.

Stepping into the shower, he already felt the healing effects of the hot water, cleansing his skin and awakening his sleeping muscles. He ran his through his hair with a sigh, he couldn't believe his dream had changed from fairytale to tragedy. It was just yesterday they were happily discussing the baby, sifting through baby clothes at the mall, and periodically making trips to Baby R Us. Naruto was preparing to finalize all the educational arrangements, planning to care for the baby at home and bow out of school gracefully. Now… they were clinging to the empty hope of keeping their little girl.

Sometimes, he thought this was a fantasy. If he didn't see the proof in the swell of his lower stomach, he would argue that he was still asleep. He didn't have to secretly wish for the day to come anymore. He formerly put it on the back burner along with the rest of his future ambitions because Naruto wasn't ready for a child. Better said, Naruto wasn't ready for the tirade he knew his parents would create.

The underhanded backstabbing and the disgusting exchanges were all a part of their attempt to force them into the will they wanted them to follow. Somehow, Naruto foresaw the hurricane of hurt. He muttered something about their about their parents but Sasuke quickly swooped in and quieted the minute but legitimate fear. Wanting to believe everything would work out, Naruto just nodded into his chest trusting Sasuke's golden words.

Since that day about four months ago, Naruto warmed up pretty nicely to the idea of having a child with him. He was happy all of Naruto's fears disappeared but his father had to come and fuck everything up—like he always did.

He planned to take their child from them in order to save his fucking reputation from ruin.

Sasuke had never been so repulsed in his entire life. Fugaku was just a monster that called himself a man when he knew he was anything but.

He strongly influenced Minato, with all his bastardly glory to treat Naruto worse than he usual. Just like suggested, he withdrew Naruto from their private school without his consent, short of calling him a slut—something Fugaku had already achieved—leaving him to stay at home and enroll in online school before he had the baby.

It was still a shock that Naruto wouldn't be there anymore for him to laugh with, poke fun at, flirt with, to mentally spar with. He never knew a day without Naruto's company because he never attended in his absence.

The situation murdered his motivation. He wasn't ready for Naruto to leave. They were supposed to do this on their own terms, not Fugaku's.

It was falling apart even though Sasuke had it all planned out. He was going to garnish Naruto with all the support he needed. Doctor's appointments. Baby clothes. Reassurance that he wasn't getting 'fat.' Patience when he turned into a raging, hormonal bitch. Then he was going to make the biggest decision of his life and get down on one knee.

Not having a child out of wedlock. Taking responsibility. Being a man and making a true commitment.

They were all excuses. Sasuke couldn't care less about those trivial issues; he just preferred to call Naruto his husband instead of boyfriend. He wanted to make something that sounded transitory into something that was really was permanent. He was sure—his love would never wane. He was in so deep, there was no way he would be able dig himself out even if he wanted to.

Unfortunately, just when he was about to ask the most important question, Naruto voiced further frustration over his father—for the millionth time in the last two years, ruining the moment. Sasuke wanted to ask Naruto again but he was terrified. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle a no—not now. A marriage proposal would be added stress and Naruto would have not agreed.

Sasuke didn't want to jeopardize the realm their relationship was in, nor did he want to scare Naruto off with such serious commitment. Sure, having a baby was serious but just because two consenting individuals had a child together didn't mean they were cemented together for life.

Sasuke wanted to cement them together with marriage. He wanted to, he really did but everything was too uncertain for him to get his hopes up—again.

Stepping out the shower, stark naked, Sasuke inhaled a small amount of steam. To his surprise, his lover was sitting on the bathroom counter.

"Weren't planning on telling me you were leaving?" Naruto asked, clutching the edge of the counter, kicking his feet carelessly into the air.

"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you." Sasuke reached for a towel from the towel rack and wrapped it snuggly on his hips. Not wasting a moment, Sasuke strode in between the tan legs, sliding them further apart to allow room for him to stand. Naturally, Naruto's fingers wove into dank, dark locks, trapping Sasuke by enclosing his knees around his hips. Sasuke cupped the knees with his palms, admiring the authoritative glimmer in Naruto's blue eyes.

Sasuke smirked at the sight of Naruto in his t-shirt from yesterday afternoon. Was he trying to excite him so early in the morning?

"I wouldn't have minded. It's better than waking up without you." Naruto's frowned at the thought, lightly running his fingers over Sasuke's tight eight pack.

Sasuke noticed Naruto was focusing elsewhere to hide his hurt. He light brushed his short nails over his knees, slightly tickling Naruto.

"You need your rest. If you don't have to get up, you shouldn't," Sasuke said in a level tone before his mood sank.

"I'm not tired. I actually feel good," Naruto grumbled, failing to disguise the new insulted edge.

Naruto looked up to Sasuke who slipped into an impassive state. A single hand cupped the pale cheek, concerned.

"Daijoubu?" Naruto asked softly, trailing the side of Sasuke's face carefully.

Sasuke immediately shook his head.

Naruto glared at Sasuke, unappreciative of the fact that he couldn't tell him what was on his mind. If the position was reversed, Sasuke would pry and prod until he got the desired answer.

Such an asshole.

The dark haired boy tucked his head in Naruto's neck, his right hand traveling up his exposed thighs. "Today's going to suck fucking balls," Sasuke's muffled whisper singlehandedly explained what must have been going through his head earlier. Naruto closed his eyes, searching for words of comfort.

Sasuke kissed over the previous bites marks from last night's rowdy activities, hazing Naruto's current thought process. The chin length bangs delighted the sensitive areas of his shoulder, eliciting a quiet gasp from the blond.

"Just try to make it through the day… and then… come home to me," Naruto muttered, "One day at a time."

Sasuke smiled, "Sure… mommy."

Naruto snorted. "Don't call me that."

"Why? Too premature for your ego?"

"No," Naruto scoffed. "I'm just…" He blushed, squirming. "Not a mom yet."

"Yet being the operative word."

"Yet being the imperative word."

"Soon being the correct word."

"You're gonna be daddy. So shut it," Naruto swiftly countered.

Sasuke laughed softly into his neck.

The dread slightly lightened as Sasuke looked into the semi-fogged mirror behind him. He saw them intertwined, closer than ever, the perfect imagery of love. Somehow even bound by a new reason to exist, whispers still swarmed his ears—'Enjoy it while it lasts, because it's going to disappear.' Insinuating these were the next few months would be their last. Despite his determination, he knew the voices were right—they always were. In defeat, he took one last empty glance at the mirror, closing his eyes to the sweet image—committing it to memory so he could keep that.

…

Sasuke dropped Naruto off back at his house about five hours ago and then he drudgingly went to school. In the meantime, he stayed in bed trying to get some rest. Pathetically, every time he shut his eyes, he missed Sasuke, always wishing he was alongside him. His emotions were so much robust, especially toward Sasuke. Ever since he got pregnant, his love increased ten-fold. His flickering hormones demanded that he be closer to Sasuke and share absolutely everything with him. It was a new dependent, explosive feeling and it felt amazing.

He knew that His hyperactive personality was beginning to ware.

He knew he would have to bite his tongue later, but he missed school. It was only place where he could escape the hell here at home.

Tossing the sheet off, he thought-drunkenly dropped his head back to the pillow. Running the tips of his fingers along the edge of his pillow case, he wondered if Sasuke missed him too. He smiled when the memory of from earlier was all the reassurance he needed. 'Of course he does.'

Soon after he began to doze, he heard a rustle in his room. Cautious of the noise, he raised his head to an intruder.

Making a surprised squeal, he sat up; pressing himself hard into the head board, his gaze was met with a short, dark haired woman by his door.

"Oh my God. Who the hell are you?" Naruto's wide eyes blinked at the semi-formally dressed woman. She was wildly beautiful and seemed to be just as frightened as he was. How the hell did she get in? And again, who the hell was she?

A pungent smell attacked Naruto's nostrils immediately as the woman dug up the courage to speak. "I-I'm your new caretaker, Shizune."

The fear dissolved and was replaced with impudence. "I don't need a caretaker. I'm not a child."

"Well you're going to have a…child," She said awkwardly, playing with her hands.

Naruto's blank stare slowly transformed into a spiteful glare. "Did my father hire you?"

Looking away to the open curtains, she knew the answer would only anger him. "Yes, h-he did," She muttered.

"Of course he did." He closed his eyes, opening them again. "Alright." Naruto grabbed his circular orange pillow and hugged it to his chest.

"You can go now. I don't need anything." Naruto recoiled into his hand-made comforter, calmly.

Shizune gulped, moving to exit the room.

"Oh and next time, don't wear so much perfume. You're gonna make me puke." Naruto closed his eyes, hoping to achieve the splendid accomplishment of sleep.

…

December 18

Kiba couldn't believe this torment.

It had been about a month since he had seen Naruto in person. He didn't attend school anymore and his name was no longer on the attendance list. He couldn't contact him through Facebook, text messages, or phone calls. They all went unanswered, regardless of the urgency. He was so worried. He had no idea what happened to his best friend. Neither did anyone else. It was like he mysteriously disappeared off the face of the earth.

He talked to Chouji, hoping to get some insight into the Namikaze household. He was the right person to talk to considering his father worked as the city hall's administrative secretary. He worked closely with Minato and studied his personal work traits and from what he heard, Minato's mannerisms had remained unchanged for the past month. The report didn't satisfy Kiba. He needed concrete proof that Naruto was okay.

When he had time, he talked with his crew and asked what knowledge they had on the matter. Temari or Ino didn't know anything. Both were equally worried as he was but as equally as clueless to his whereabouts as Gaara, Shikamaru, and Sai.

Maybe it was a matter of time he disappeared. After all those days in October when Naruto looked so sad and helpless, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised. It was a heart-wrenching sight. He wanted to comfort him, hug him, and kiss the bleakness right off his face… But Sasuke was always there to beat him to the punch, just like he had all those years ago.

He was supposed to be the one that Naruto ran to with all of his indiscretions; the one to hold Naruto at night, but fear reared its ugly little head. He couldn't get the words out when he and Naruto were alone. He wasn't exactly sure what he was afraid of. Maybe it was seeing the quandary of rejection float in those lively blue eyes… A fate he would never willingly face on his own. If Naruto did say no, it would compromise the dear friendship that they had shared since they were small children.

In the haze of his cowardice, he painfully watched Sasuke flirt and slowly swoop Naruto under his charming gales. Naruto obliviously accepted all the smiles, kisses on the cheek, and sweet, selfless favors. He knew he should have stepped in but his feet were frozen in place.

Even though Sasuke was his best friend, he had taken the chance and asked Naruto to be his and Naruto said yes… When he heard the news, it was the worst day of his life only compared to the day Naruto met Sasuke in the sand box. The day Sasuke took Naruto away from him.

While he knew Naruto wasn't aware of his feelings, but he knew Sasuke was. That bastard made the effort to rub it in his face every day that Naruto belonged to him, reminding him that he was the one meaninglessly sleeping around with girls in an attempt to fill the void. Sasuke knew all of his sexual encounters with numerous females would never equal Naruto and he would never let him to forget it.

They never truly got along. They remotely tolerated one another to appease Naruto but now they didn't have to. Naruto wasn't here anymore and Sasuke was the only one who knew why. He asked the asshole time and time again what became of his desired lover but he never got a straight answer. He only received a small variation of answers that spanned from a 'none of your business' to a glare, to ignoring the question entirely.

Today was the day of reckoning; Whether Sasuke liked it or not, he was going to spit it out.

Kiba merged the students commuting into the courtyard for lunch. Dividing into his the west wing of the area, he spotted Sasuke, seating on the bench, uttering something to a gleeful Sai. Temari and Ino were setting their expensive purses on the table, flinching when Kiba arrived throwing his backpack to the ground.

Sasuke briefly looked at the discarded bag, unaffected. He locked gazes with the coal black eyes, his grey eyes drained of any hint of emotion.

"Today's the day you tell me what happened to Naruto, or I'll beat it out of you," Kiba threatened.

And the statement only added to the malice brewing in Sasuke's eyes.

…

The door slammed hard, slightly shaking the door frame.

Naruto eagerly straightened in the couch.

After his online classes, he was at home doing frivolous activities like looking through a few new baby books and practicing making baby food. Fortunately, he escaped Shizune and her annoying carefulness today by going to the pool house where she was unpermitted to go. Now, he was free of boredom—Sasuke was here!

"Sasuke!"

He got up from the couch slowly. His belly had gotten substantially bigger over the last month. At times, it felt like he was carrying a live basketball. Then he remembered that it was his little girl that was growing and thriving inside him. His little miracle.

He peeked at Sasuke in the foyer, and what he saw horrified him. Sasuke's lip was sliced and bleeding slightly. There was a large violet bruise sitting at the corner of his mouth. Buttons were missing on his navy button up shirt that Naruto remembered being there the last time he wore that particular shirt.

What rattled him the most was Sasuke's provoked appearance. Naruto didn't even see his boyfriend, in his place, he saw a vicious pitbull that had its chain yanked much too hard.

Naruto waddled over to the boy resting against the door with his eyes closed, counting backward from ten.

"Sasuke, oh my god, what happened?" He carefully touched the injury on his face. Even though he was sensitive of the area, Sasuke still hissed out in pain.

Opening his eyes, and releasing the innocent door knob, Sasuke regretted how concerned Naruto was about his bloodied face. Those blue eyes looked so distressed—so different.

He was pregnant and this kind of stress wasn't good for him.

"Who hit you?" Naruto's asked sympathetically. His sapphires were muddled with mystification.

Sasuke blew down, dismissing the question.

"Don't ignore me, Sasuke. Look at your face." Naruto quietly fumed, his worry leaking into his irritation. Sasuke shouldn't come home looking like this. He was going to be a father soon. He couldn't keep getting in scrapes like this. It was unnecessary and immature.

"That's funny, considering his face looks more fucked up than mine." Sasuke chuckled darkly.

"Sasuke," Naruto barked. "Who were you fighting?"

"That fucking rabid dog called me out," Sasuke sighed, letting his head fall back against the door. "He wanted a fight so I gave him one."

Naruto furrowed his brow. "Kiba?"

Couldn't be Kiba, right? They were friends, weren't they?

…

Oh, no, Naru-chan. They're far from it.

Next Chapter: More brushes between Kiba and Sasuke.

-Support for SasuNaru.

-Assholish Parents

-Cute baby discussions.

-Slight time skip.

FYI: Naruto told Shizune to wear less perfume because pregnancy sensitizes your sense of smell. To him, it was smelled like she was bathed in it when she obviously didn't.

Also, he's so rude to her because he's in hate with his father.

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