Kizashi was shocked to discover who was knocking on his door at eight am on a Sunday, Sasuke and his father Fugaku. Sasuke's presence was almost expected, it was after all Valentine's day and he and his daughter had been together since they were thirteen. The one he wasn't expecting was Fugaku. Weirder still was that Sasuke clearly didn't want to be here, in fact Fugaku seemed to be holding him in place, one hand on his neck, as if not only had he been holding him from running, but also leading him. Kizashi at this sight recalled how traditional the Uchiha family is, he couldn't help it when his imagination began to run wild, so when Kizashi finally spoke there was hesitation and confusion in his voice, "hello?"
"Is Sakura home?" It was Fugaku that asked, but Sasuke's face was clearly pleading with Kizashi to say no.
"She is helping her mother in the living room. Would you like to come in?"
At the same time that Fugaku said yes, Sasuke said no, Fugaku responded by smacking him on the head. Now Kizashi was worried, he was positive his seventeen year old daughter was pregnant, and that he would have to kill the boy. It was a shame really, over the years he had grown attached to him. When they arrived in the living room his daughter and his wife looked as surprised as he felt at Fugaku's presence. This, helped to ground Kizashi's imagination, if Sakura was indeed pregnant, she would look nervous not confused.
Before Sakura or Mebuki could greet them, Fugaku spoke, "I do apologize for being here at this hour, but I believe my son has something to say." The boy, Kizashi noted, had absolutely no interest in speaking. Sasuke was practically begging, in fact he was positive that if it wasn't for Fugaku's hold on him, Sasuke would be on his knees pleading his father for mercy. Fugaku, Kizashi decided, was a cold hearted man to be able to ignore his son's eyes, the only reaction out of Fugaku was to push Sasuke forward. A few minutes of silence passed, and Fugaku's patience was clearly low, "Sasuke."
Finally Sasuke bowed looked at Sakura and said, "I apologize for disrespecting you in such a way Sakura." He looked to Kizashi and Mebuki, bowed again and said, "I am sorry for disrespecting your daughter. I shouldn't have sent that picture. Sakura is a lovely girl that deserves better than my actions." Sasuke looked to his father, asking for permission to be done with it, but whatever he saw in his father's gaze made him turn back. "My parents raised me better then to behave in such a disgusting manner. I do hope you can find it in you to forgive me." Sasuke looked to Fugaku, this time he seemed satisfied.
"Sakura, I hope you understand that you will not be seeing Sasuke outside of school for some time. He has also lost his phone privileges." Sakura simply nodded, her face as bright as her hair, unable to look up. "Kizashi, Mebuki, thank you for your time." With that they took their leave.
As soon as he heard the door close, Kizashi sighed in relief, "I thought for sure you were pregnant."
Ignoring her husband, Mebuki turned to her daughter,"Sakura, what kind of picture did he send you?" Mebuki's tone seemed innocent enough, but Sakura could hear the hidden meaning.
Regardless, she spoke with the truth, "I haven't received any messages from him all week. He knows I wanted to focus on studying, so that we could have today free."
Mebuki laughed then, "who do you think he sent the picture too then?"
Kizashi answered, "don't know, don't care, just happy my little girl isn't pregnant."