Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Mother's Son ❯ Dealing ( Chapter 2 )

“You are the light, that is leading me,” her voice was soft, not meant for Naruto's ears, but he listened as Sakura put her son to sleep. She sat next to the small boy's bed, the one that Naruto had made, and sang him all the songs she could think of. “You are the hope that keeps me trusting…you're everything.” She kissed the top of Daisuke's sleepy head, smiling down at his closed eyes.

She stood, moving to sit in the chair in the corner. Naruto moved into the doorway. “Are you coming to bed?” he asked softly. Sakura looked up, her face streaked with tears and shadows. She smiled weakly.

“I'm just gonna watch him, for a little bit.” She said. Naruto nodded. Instead of leaving her to it, he came to stand next to her. His hand rested on her shoulder, moving in slow circles on her skin.

“Sasuke's gone. I saw him out.” Naruto said, smiling to himself. He had particularly enjoyed the throwing out of Sasuke.

“I heard.” Sakura said impishly. She stood, hugging Naruto around the middle, burying her nose in his shoulder. “Everything was fine till he came back to mess it all up.” The rest of what she said was muffled. Naruto stroked her hair silently. He loved the feel of her body pressed against him. He could feel every part of her, could feel every point of contact, white hot and sweet.

“Come to bed.” He urged softly and Sakura nodded. She followed him through their tiny apartment, to the small room adorned with their things. Pictures of them together, and with friends and baby pictures as well, scattered the room. To one side there was a chest of drawers, and next to it, a small closet. A wide bed took up most of the room, and Sakura looked at it longingly while she undressed.

Slipping into one of Naruto's tee-shirts, she crawled over the covers to wiggle in beside him. He wrapped his arms around her, while she rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, grateful for the silence. Her hand trailed across his chest absently, tracing designs on his bare skin.

Minutes passed by, and Sakura thought Naruto had fallen asleep until he said; “Do you love me?”

Sakura's popped her head up to look Naruto in the eye, hurt across her face. “How can you ask me that?” she whispered. “How can you…question everything we have?”

Naruto didn't back down. His arms tightened around her and his brows furrowed in frustration. “If I'm gonna do this, fight for you, I want it to be cause you'll want me in the end. Sakura…if you want me to go, if you wanna be with him, I'll leave. I'll do all that you ask.” He looked so sincere that Sakura's anger faded and she ran her fingers along his jaw line. I don't deserve him, she thought. He's a thousand times too good for me. This as not the first time this thought had occurred to her.

Not saying a word, she moved to kiss him softly, and his hands rose to tangle in her hair. The kiss was slow and sweet, languid and adoring. As they came up for air, Sakura breathed heavily into Naruto's neck. “I never wanna be anywhere else.” She whispered, and Naruto made a small noise of agreement, before moving his hand to slip under her shirt.

His hands were everywhere at once, and Sakura lay back, feeling his weight settle over her. He seemed incapable of doing anything besides touching her, and Sakura moaned softly as he caressed her.

It was intense, and hot, and extensive. Sakura remembered begging Naruto to bring her off, and he only smiling and doing as he pleased. The afterglow was sweet, they lay curled around each other, Naruto only leaving once to answer Daisuke's in the middle of the night.

The morning came, and as the sun peeked up over the window sill, Sakura woke up alone, her home strangely quiet. She stetched like a cat, incrediably comfortable lying in bed, in the dent that Naruto's body had left in the mattress. Craving breakfast, she got up and upon inspection, she found a slip of paper taped to the counter.

Gone out for the morning. I'll see you after lunch.

At the bottom of the note, an ornate smiley face was drawn. Sakura smiled. For all that Naruto played himself as the tough, responsible guy, there was still much of the hyperactive kid in him. That's why he worked so well with Daisuke.

She put the note down and busied herself with making breakfast. She still wore Naruto's oversized tee-shirt, and the fabric skimmed over her thighs softly. She pulled out a box of cereal, pouring herself a bowl at the kitchen table. Munching happily, she flicked through some of the papers littering her kitchen table. Bills, bills, letter, bills. Finding something that wasn't asking for money, so opened it, and read swiftly.

Thought you might find this helpful. Are you going for it?

This was scrawled on a piece of paper that had an article stapled to it. Sakura unfolded it, glancing at the headline.

HOKAGE OPENS PRE-SCHOOLER'S DEFENCE TRAINING FACILITY

Just this week, our Hokage announced the opening of a preschool training facility, to be built in the heart of the village. One part daycare, one part shinobi training…

The article went on like this, and upon finishing it, Sakura looked for an indication of who had sent it. It was dated yesterday, picked up in today's mail. She frowned. Why would someone be interested in Daisuke's shinobi training?

Then, realization struck her. Who was the one person she knew who always had obsessed about his training, about becoming stronger, about being better? Sasuke. She crumpled the article in her fist, throwing it down on the table. She put away her cereal box quickly, then moved for her bedroom to get changed. Before she could pull some pants on, a knock came at the door. Sakura, assuming Naruto was home, ran and opened the door widely.

Sasuke stood, flowers in hand, looking her up and down. He took in her outfit, whistling appreciatively. “This really wasn't what I had expected.” He commented, stepping inside, again without invitation. Sakura shut the door behind him, angry with herself for not predicting this.

“Where is he?” Sasuke inquired, laying down the flowers. He looked at Sakura quizzically. She decided to play stupid. She figured that if she pissed Sasuke off enough, he'd leave, and not come back.

“Where is who?” she said, causing Sasuke to roll his eyes in annoyance. His hands were fidgeting, he pulled at his sleeves nervously.

“My son. I want to see him.” He replied, moving to explore the rest of the apartment. He ducked his head into the bathroom and them moved elsewhere.

“Sasuke!” Sakura yelped, following him. “Get out of there!” she followed him as he entered her bedroom. Spying her pants, she grabbed them and pulled them on, while saying, “You can't be in here. Besides, Dai is out with Naruto.” She watched as Sasuke scowled at the news, before looking destracted again. He left her behind as he exited her bedroom.

“What did you say his name was again?” Sasuke asked absently. He pushed the door open to Daisuke's room and went in, stopping in the middle. He took in the sight of the clothes hamper, overflowing with shirts with the Uzumaki sign on them, as well as a large paper fan that decorated the wall.

“It's Daisuke. This is his room.” Sakura said, wondering why she wasn't throwing Sasuke out. She had every right to. He was barging around her house like he owned the place! “Naruto and I decorated it.”

“Great. When will they be home?”

“Sasuke, please go. I don't want to talk about this.” Sakura said wearily. She was suddenly tired all over again. Sasuke clenched his fists together. He looked ready to explode.

“We need to talk about this!” he said forcefully. He strode across the bedroom, invading Sakura's space. She glared up at his dark eyes, her green one's shining.

“Talk about what, then?” Sakura barked angrily. She had gone from tired to angry again in seconds flat. “Talk about how you abandoned me, for some stupid thing with your brother, talk about how you left your son without a father? What is it you wanna talk about?”

“Stop saying that I abandoned him!” Sasuke cried, frustrated. “That night, you never told me about him!”

“I didn't want you to be here, and wish that you were gone!” Sakura yelled, hugging herself. “I wanted a family for my baby, and you would never give me that, not when you thought that you'd missed out!”

“Oh, what? Naruto can give you that family? A spaz with no colour sense?” Sasuke said acidly, causing Sakura to yell in frustration.

“Don't you dare make this Naruto's fault! He was the only thing that kept me from drowning when all I wanted to do was die, and take my baby's life with me!” she cried. “He's the only one who's ever been there for me, and he's a father to Daisuke. You don't know anything about us!”

“Fine.” Sasuke said quietly, after a long minute of silence. “Then I'll learn.” Sakura's eyes widened in shock. “I'm going to know my son, my son will know me, and we will be a family. I will not lose you to Naruto.” With that, he brushed past Sakura, and moved into the kitchen, and out the door, slamming it behind him.

Sakura leant against the wall, sliding down slowly. She brought her knees to her chest, and buried her face in her hands. She tried breathing deeply, to calm herself. “Of course.” She whispered to herself. “He only wants us because he doesn't have us. He only wants to beat Naruto. God…he hasn't changed.”