This is an eventual SasukexSakura. Rated M for descriptions of violence and language. Very little graphic sexual content.
The story is accurate up to chapter 238 of the manga and contains spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Never have, never will.
Sakura's heart stopped when Haruna brought her daughter in to the room. She mentally squealed. Okay, maybe she really squealed.
"She's adorable!" Sakura said, rushing over to Haruna. The older woman smiled.
"We named her Takara," Haruna voiced proudly. "She really is our treasure."
"I can see why," Sakura replied with a grin. Haruna nodded to her then motioned for her to sit down on the floor with her.
"Torino, come sit with us!" Haruna called out. Her younger sister was in the other room sharpening her spear.
"Later, I'm busy! But I'm listening so go ahead and talk!" Haruna sighed and mumbled underneath her breath grumpily. However, she quickly became cheerful again.
"So," Haruna started, handing off her daughter to Sakura, not missing that Sakura's eyes lit up. "What has been going on for the past few months? We heard you were in some big trouble."
Sakura felt a twisting in her stomach and couldn't help but think of Sasuke.
"Well, it's been interesting...that's for sure." And Sakura spilled. Everything. She knew that she shouldn't have told Haruna all of it, especially the...slightly embarrassing situations that she and Sasuke had found themselves in. However, Haruna was the first female that she felt she could talk to openly for a while. After all, she had been deprived of girl talk for months now. She was grateful that Haruna had listened the whole time, though her jaw dropped inch by inch with each detail of the story.
"Oh, God. He's hurt?" Haruna finally blurted out, nearly dropping Takara. "Shit." She paused. "I have to stop swearing." Sakura giggled at that. She remembered how hard it was for her to stop swearing. Now, the other one...
"Sakura, do not let Itachi know." Sakura was called out of her reverie.
"What?" she asked dumbly. "Why?"
"I know him. Saobi and I were on his team when we were young. It's a wonder that we're still in touch today, but...when Itachi loves somebody, he'll do anything in his power to protect them." She licked her lips." Itachi will go after him if he knows. He loves Sasuke too much to let go. I don't blame him. I love Torino too. I'd do almost anything for her. However, there's a big difference. My sister doesn't want to kill me. "
"Debatable!" called out the young woman in the next room.
Haruna ignored her and paused once more, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't want anything else to happen to him." Taking one of Sakura's hands, she whispered, "Please. You have to promise me. I will tell him myself. Just do not tell Itachi."
Sakura, uncomfortable with the tense emotion, nodded. "I promise." Haruna closed her eyes and smiled.
"Thank you, Sakura. It means a lot." Suddenly, Sakura came to a realization.
"Where's Kenji?" she asked, a bit panicked. "I thought he would have come back by now."
"What? He's not home?" Torino screeched. She came stomping into the room with her newly sharpened weapon.
Sakura stood quickly. "I'm going to go get him." Torino wouldn't let her, though. She put a hand on Sakura's shoulder and forced her down.
"I'll get him. You stay here and keep talking with Haruna." She sheathed her spear. "I'll be back soon." Then she took off. The clacking of high-heels resonated in Sakura's mind.
It was so familiar. It reminded her of home, of Tsunade walking quickly down the hallways of the Hokage tower, of Ino preparing for dates, of her wearing high-heels for the first time since she was pregnant. Absentmindedly, Sakura rubbed her feet.
It also reminded her of Naruto.
"Oh my God, Sakura! You look so pretty!" Ino squealed. Sakura's cheeks flamed pink.
"It's not that great."
"No, seriously! You look hot! Naruto's going to be all over you tonight." Ino winked at Sakura and giggled. The young medic just rolled her eyes. It was just a sundress.
"We're just getting dinner."
"Alone," Ino said.
"At that new restaurant."
"Alone," Ino chirped in, walking toward Kenji's crib.
"Without Kenji!"
"You're going to be alone!" Ino reminded her, making silly faces at Kenji, making him laugh hysterically. "Sakura, you even made out a couple months ago, okay?" Sakura frowned at her friend.
"I was pregnant!" she bit out, fixing her hair.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything!" she groaned, covering her face with her hands. "I think he likes me better when I was fat!"
"What?" Ino screeched.
"He wouldn't kiss me the other night. He just said, "I've had enough," and left! He looked disgusted with me."
"No, that's not true, and you know it," snapped Ino. "You're gorgeous."
Sakura moaned sadly. "It is true, and I do know it." Her friend scowled at her until she heard a knocking at the door. She smiled at Sakura haughtily.
"Well, he showed up even though you're not fat, right?" Sakura pouted at Ino. "Now, go on. Get! I'm having some quality time with my godson!"
Sakura beamed at that comment. "You have fun with him, okay? Don't hesitate to get me if he wants to eat."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Sakura walked over to Kenji's crib, and her eyes softened. Leaning over her son, she reached toward him and traced a line down his chubby cheek. "Mommy will be back soon, okay?"
"Ubababa!" Kenji said. The corner of Sakura's lips curled up. She bent over and placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
"Bye-bye."
"No bye for me, forehead girl?"
Sakura ignored Ino's comment and headed toward the door. Checking her purse, she made sure she had all she needed, especially since it was that time of month. "Bye, Ino!" She rotated the door handle, and once she did, she nearly lost her breath. God, he looked handsome.
Naruto glanced over Sakura once. "You look nice," he said in a monotone voice, turning around to walk away. Sakura immediately became a little angry.
"Hello to you too," she grumbled, shutting the door behind her.
They ended up going to a very high end restaurant. Like, five stars. Sakura's jaw dropped when she had initially saw it.
"Are you sure you can afford this? I can't..." Sakura grumbled.
Naruto just shrugged. "Don't worry about it; I'll take care of everything."
Sakura gaped at his back as he started to enter the restaurant. What did that mean, he'd take care of everything? Why couldn't he just tell her what he was doing? She swore, he was acting just like-
Sakura gulped.
"Just like Sasuke..." she said breathily. A sigh escaped Sakura's lips. Was that what he was trying to do? She bet Naruto thought that if he acted more like Sasuke, they'd have more of a chance together. However, he was wrong. The last person Sakura wanted was Sasuke. She already had had his kid, and bless Kenji's little, cute bottom, but Sasuke wasn't the person she had wanted to have a kid with. At least not now. She didn't regret having Kenji, though. She loved her son more than anything. She'd die for him if needed. She wanted Kenji to have a father. She had hoped Naruto would be that father, not some wacky Sasuke wannabe.
Naruto walked up to the pretty, blonde hostess-who had given him a sultry smile- and whispered something in her ear. The woman's eyes gleamed, and her red painted mouth stretched into a devious smile. "Right this way, sir."
Naruto looked back to Sakura and motioned for her to follow him. Sakura did, albeit begrudgingly. Was he just pretending that he didn't notice that she was upset or was he really that oblivious to her feelings?
She watched his broad back with the eyes of a hawk, and she ignored the looks that the young hostess was giving the tall, blonde man. Well, not really. She was eyeing the two with nearly murderous intent. They were smiling and laughing about something together, and she saw the girl playfully swat at Naruto's arm and boisterously laugh at something he said.
Sakura was pissed.
Sorry this took so long. I can't promise it'll get better than spontaneously updating. Next chapter, I'm going to continue with the flashback and finish it up with that. It'll delve a little bit into the present. Might be very long and will probably have to split it up into two or three chapters.