Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ I Caught Myself A Ninja ❯ Final/Epilogue ( Epilogue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Man that last chapter that was some very very very soft fluff right there. That was like poetic in the r version. How come I make Naruto show up at the last minute? oh well who cares about that dobe anyways.

Usagi answered the door and eyed the boy with the yellow hair.

“Who are you?”

Naruto missed the question and gazed at her face, “Why you're paler than Hinata-chan! Are you a vampire or something?” Naruto joked.

“If I was, I would be out hunting for blood right now.”

“S'pose you're right unless you're feeding on Sasuke,” he grinned, “Anyway Sasuke here? I gotta tell that bastard something.”

“Yeah, the prick is in the kitchen,” Usagi grinned back.

Into the Kitchen we go.

“Hey I remember you now. Sasuke picked you up that night.”

(I gave Naruto the power to remember things) They both perked up.

“What…did you say Naruto?” Sasuke held him by his collar.

“Yeah that's right. Sasuke actually picked up a chick,” smiled that he knew something Sasuke didn't.

Usagi had a blank expression on her face, `He picked me up?' still shocked.

“Then you came back to us and said you was leaving. You used the condom I slipped you?” Naruto grinned.

`Damn you Sasuke! Always getting the hot girl first!' he thought to himself but then again he was starting to look at Hinata's way now.

`Sounds like it could happen if he got drunk enough,' Usagi reasoned.

“That was your condom?” looked like Sasuke was cracking.

“I didn't know you was gonna get laid first that night so I slipped it in your jacket just in case she asked for one. Why, you didn't use it?” Naruto looked at Usagi.

Hee hee he slipped the condom in his pocket. You're so evil Naruto!

“Did anything else happen?” Sasuke fumed.

“Hmm,” a stupid thinking look on Naruto's face, “Kakashi left after you guys. He was alone.”

Usagi and Sasuke both looked at each other and nodded. Sasuke threw Naruto out, grabbed Usagi's hand, and fazed to Kakashi's house. He banged on the door.

“Ittai,” Naruto rubbed his butt. “That wasn't a good welcome home saying.”

“I'm not interested whatever you're selling,” Kakashi called out from behind the door.

“Sensei!”

The door slowly opened a crack and Kakashi looked at him.

“Sasuke. I'm busy come back when you don't look so mad,” he began closing the door.

Usagi shoved the door back open and forced her way in.

“Kakashi I know you're hot and all. But I wanna know if you had a threesome with us…” she stopped and looked at him, “Interrupting?”

He was only wrapped in a blanket. Mask still on.

“Threesome? With my former student? I know more ways to excite my partner than with another person in bed. No, I did not join you guys. Though I did follow you two drunks to his house.”

“Did we have sex?” Usagi asked.

“Let me think…” Kakashi was taking his sweet ol' time. But it's difficult answering them. If he says yes, then they'll brand him a real pervert who watches people have sex. And if he says no, then the mystery will still continue.

“Well I saw Usagi trying to take something out of your pocket. You blocked her attacks. Pinned her to the wall. Someone kissed someone. Clothes fall off and ended up on the bed somehow. But you guys fell asleep before doing anything. The condom was lying on the floor and so I just filled it with lotion and threw it in your bed. It's sad that you didn't get any action. Unless you guys woke up later to do that. I knew I should've stolen her away from you,” Kakashi combed his hair.

“Now can you leave? Unless Usagi wants to stay then you can close the door on your way off,” he entered his room.

“So we didn't have sex then. Okay. But now…” Usagi started off.

“What?”

“I wonder if I should stay,” she smiled, “I mean he's hotter than you and if you say he's a perv then he must know some interesting-”

Sasuke dragged her off.

“Hey I was only thinking of my options!” she closed the door behind them.

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“Today's clouds are the best,” Shikamaru stared at the billowy clouds passing over him.

“I like the clouds right before it rains.”

“You too?” Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“Shut up ex slave, you're ruining the moment.”

Shikamaru sat up, “Slave? You told me you wasn't,” he stared at Sasuke.

“It's not what I expected.”

Usagi grinned, “Oh you mean you wanted the typical master? The ones that crack their whips and say `Bend over and take it like a bitch.' You hear that Shikamaru he actually thought the worst of me!” she and Shika laughed.

Sasuke looked away and snorted.

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Usagi's POV

I've been getting queasy in the stomach a lot lately. It wasn't diarrhea, I checked. I haven't visited Pachin for a week either. Maybe he knows what's wrong with me, he did tell me he was once a doctor.

Knock de na knock knock.

I waited for thirteen seconds before I hear a stumble, a stomach growling, and a few curses. That was my Pachin. I checked my hair. It was in place and bouncy, all right I'm cute to go.

He opened the door and was slouching. You could tell that he had a few drinks last night. Pachin straightened once he eyed me.

“Usagi. What a pleasant surprise. I just woke up,” he opened the door wider and pulled the blankets wrapped around his waist higher.

I grinned and stepped inside. It was already three in the afternoon. Again, that's my Pachin.

“I'll make some breakfast for you then.”

“Mm thanks,” he yawned and dragged himself to get some pants.

He was back to his old bachelor self. He had nothing in his refrigerator but bottles upon bottles of beer and nothing in his cabinet but an empty box of Coco puffs and one cup of instant ramen. Looks like he can't live without me either. What am I to do with the babies I created?

“I see you're still sleeping in the nude,” I pushed the ramen and hot water towards him on the table.

“I'm completely comfortable with myself clothed or naked. You should try it some time,” he sighed, “I need some protein.”

“Well if you just shopped once in a while then you wouldn't have to complain.”

Pachin digged around the bottom of his cup for some shriveled up beef, “Tell me again why we divorced? I really miss your cooking,” he looked up at me and gave me a…was that a reminiscing smile?

I shrugged my shoulders, “You were the one who wanted this.”

“Right MY fault. Anyways what do you want? I thought I sended your check already.”

I waved my hand, “No I don't need anymore money. I just want a checkup.”

Pachin's eyes perked up, “The last time you wanted a checkup you broke your hand in five places.”

“Well I feel weird vibes lately. I can't stay up late as I used to because I'm tired when I barely did anything.”

“Go to the room then. I'm just gonna finish this up first,” he held up his cup of noodles.

Pachin was a doctor on the side of coaching. For those who couldn't pay the hospital came to him. See? He's a good guy at heart. He did the regular doctor things. Hit my knee with that triangular hammer, checked my heartbeat, Popsicle stick on the tongue, shine a bright light on my eye. The basic feel you up procedure.

“As far as I can see, you look healthy to kick my ass. But stand up for a minute.”

I got off the table and stood there. He crouched in front of me and encircled my ankles and looked at his own hands; clenching and unclenching. Pachin then put both hands on my hips. His frown deepened.

“Uh Pachin? S-something wrong?” was something seriously wrong with me? Maybe it's breast cancer.

He stood up, “You're ankles are swelling up. Hips slightly plushier. Have you been eating junk food? ...No not junk food,” he was more talking to himself than to me.

“Give me a hug,” he opened his arms.

“What?” This is not the right time to hug right now.

“Hurry up.”

I walked into his arms. He gave me a bear hug.

“There it is,” he said and let go.

“What?”

“Your breasts are larger. Stomach slightly bulging. Weight gain. You're pregnant,” his face got darker, “Who's the fucker?”

I looked down at myself and felt myself… … …So that's why my bras been fitting so snug lately and why I couldn't lose weight. But pregnant? I hadn't had sex since…ever. Maybe…

“Pregnant!”

I fainted.

I jolted awake. Pachin set a wet towel on my forehead.

“You think you were already pregnant during the fight?”

“It would explain why I nearly made the weight during the examinations and why I got tired so early on in the fight,” I closed my eyes again.

Pachin nodded.

“The fight was a month ago. Did you have any accidents when you went out stealing drunken men's wallets again?”

“I haven't been going to the bars since last month. Ever since I moved into Uchiha's, I've been pretty distracted.”

“So you did it with him?”

“Well yeah but that was a week ago.”

“Anybody else?”

I've only been in Uchiha's bed twice before we did it. Maybe…the first time we met…

I clenched my fists, “That bastard.”

I ran to jump in my shoes and tell him a thing or two with my fists.

“Usagi!” forget Pachin; my fury won't be settled until I have my hands on that boy.

“Uchiha!” I huffed out.

I found him training and stopped right in front of him. He smiled. This was the boy that's going to ruin my life?

“Usagi! Damn you can still run!” Pachin stopped to catch his breath.

“What are you doing here?” Uchiha was still holding a grudge for him letting me go.

“God damn you!” Pachin held me back.

“Usagi get a hold of yourself!”

His eyes widened and looked at the both of us, “What's wrong?”

“I'm pregnant you jackass,” I stopped struggling against the immoveable Pachin.

The heat in my face, my eyes hurt, I didn't want kids. Well I do but not with him. Damn it, I covered up my face I was crying.

“Pregnant. For how long?” I heard Uchiha ask.

“Probably about a month now,” Pachin answered.

That means I have eight months left. No way.

Later on.

There was Sasuke, sitting all by himself, must be thinking. I know I couldn't let him have all the blame to himself though.

“Sorry for lashing out, got caught up in the moment, I was still bugging on the idea,” she patted his leg.

Those eyes looked up at me, “Do you want to have the baby?”

“Wow. When did he do that to you?” his left cheek was swelling purple.

“Hn.”

I went in the kitchen to get some ice in a bag. I looked outside the window. Do I want to have a baby? I do but I'm only twenty-two. But I'm certainly not going to abort or give away the baby.

Would I be a good mother? I have the homemaker thing down, without a doubt I could take care of him myself, I always wanted to have a boy, family memories would have to be revised and then the celebrations. He was standing next to me now I looked up at him, Uchiha certainly would act like a father.

“Sasuke. I'm only going to say this once so listen up. I do want to have the baby but I don't want to have a kid without a father. I don't know if you'll be there to help when I need it. You look like good father material to me,” I put the bag up to his cheek.

He held my hand, “If you picked Pachin, I would've been angry.”

“If I did, he would have been mad.”

He pulled me in for a hug. There was something on the back of his neck I hadn't noticed. I moved some hair. It was a tattoo. Cool.

“That's why he's going to be the godfather of course.”

“Marry me.”

Now that was out of the blue. I let him go.

“What did you say?” this day was full of surprises.

“Will you marry me?”

“Just because we're having a kid doesn't mean we have to get married.”

“I love you Usagi. That's not going to change.”

No no no. He was an Uchiha; it was only proper for him to ask me to marry him.

The bird sitting on the windowsill was very fascinating, “Don't ask me that I love Pachin.”

“No you don't,” he stepped towards me.

I took a step back, this didn't look good, and he was a ninja too.

“Yes I do.”

Another step, “You don't love him anymore or else you wouldn't have signed to be divorced. You would've tried to work it out if you did,” he was getting closer.

“I w-was letting him go,” my back was to the counter now.

“Because you didn't love him anymore,” I couldn't stop looking at his eyes, “you love me,” he said quietly.

We stood there trapping me in his gaze. Silently he crushed his lips on mine and snaked his kisses. “Admit it.” My arms wrapped around him I thought about it. He gave me the quivers, the heated touches, the feeling of being safe near him. He looked at me and wiped away my tears, “I'm sorry. I just don't want to go through the whole thing.” He rested his forehead on mine, “Hit me, cuss at me, just don't say I'm sorry again.” “Sasuke,” I smiled.

I need a name. I'm running out of names.