Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Tomorrow That Never Comes ❯ Chapter 10: Clumsy ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Xander B 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.29.2008 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 450 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.29.2008 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 450 | Status: Completed
Tomorrow That Never Comes
Warnings: Swearing, sexy bits, MPREG, slight time jump, etc...
“You don't have to move, you don't have to speaklips for biting.You're staring me down, a glance makes me weakeyes for strikingNow I'm twisting up when I'm twisted with youbrush so lightlyand time trickles down, and I'm breathing for twosqueeze so tightly.”
- 'Dance Inside' by The All-American Rejects
Chapter 10: Clumsy
Weeks after Haru's innocent question, I am beginning to understand the not so fun part of parenting. My little girl seems to be going through some kind of phase where she tries to play Naruto and I against one another. She seems to think it's funny when we fight over her. I don't find it as amusing as she does, but I've also caught onto her game. Naruto and I have decided that it is best to team up on her when she tries it. It seems to be working. None the less it has been straining on our still newly formed relationship. Only just passed a month into it and we have fought several times because of the clever three- year old. Luckily, we've been able to smooth things over between us quickly enough.
I shift uncomfortably in the high-backed kitchen chair, wondering when the other two occupants of the house will be rising. Haru has been sleeping in more than usual lately because her grueling training sessions with Naruto and I; even Sakura has stepped in to train with her a few times. She's improved a great deal, even learning some very simple jutsus. Her birthday stands only a few months from now and I looked forward to the warm weather of August. April, I find is still too cold, even with May just around the corner.
I read the paper silently, sipping hot tea and enjoying the relative silence before it is rudely broken by the presence of a loud yawn from the doorway. I can't even find the energy to be irritated as I look up at the blond dobe standing, leaning against the door frame, his hair sticking up in odd angles, his peacock eyes still clouded with grogginess. I motion for him to sit with me and he smiles lopsidedly at me. I smile back softly.
I've wondered recently if it is strange that we have already fallen in sync with one another so swiftly; Naruto has eve moved into the house with Haru and I. It doesn't feel strange to me, actually quite the opposite; it feels like it has always been this way. I shake my head to clear away my thoughts and watch Naruto as he pours himself a steaming mug of tea. He's about to take his first sip when he abruptly sets it down and all but careens towards the bathroom. I can hear him retching and stand to follow after him. I can't imagine what could be wrong with him. The kyuubi keeps him from getting ill, so this is far too odd an occurrence to leave unquestioned.
I enter the bathroom to the sight of my lover bent low over the toilet, shuddering as he empties the limited contents of his stomach. I reach to rub his back soothingly, unsure what else to do and opting to do as I have in the past with my daughter. It had always worked on her. Naruto pulls himself upright and I fill the glass on the side of the sink with cool water, handing it to him silently. He nods in thanks, accepting the beverage gratefully and rinsing out his mouth before taking several gulps of the chilly liquid. I wait patiently for him to finish before questioning him.
He sets the glass on the side of the tub next to him and looks up at me, his face sweaty from the exertion of vomiting. I regard him seriously, “Naruto, I thought that you don't get sick.” I state quietly and watch as he struggles to answer.
“I don't. This just seems to be happening in the mornings lately.” He replies finally, casting his eyes down to his hands. My brow furrows.
“This has happened more than once?” I inquire, pressing him for more much needed explanations. He merely nods in acquiescence. I shake my head in disbelief.
“Tou-san, what's the matter with Chichiue?” Haru's voice breaks me out of whatever thoughts had captured my attention and I moved to block her view of the bathroom and Naruto's prone form.
“I'm not sure Haru, but can you do me a big favor?” I ask her and she nods slowly, prepared to do whatever I ask of her. “Okay, I need you to call Sakura-obasan and ask her to come here right away. Can you do that?” I ask. I don't wait for her to answer, turning her towards the stairs. She moves quickly. I smile at her back before moving back into the dull light of the bathroom. Naruto still sits on the floor, looking pale.
“I don't need Sakura to come here. I'll be fine. It goes away.” He reasons with me, but I shake my head stubbornly.
“I don't care, I want you to get checked over. Sakura is going to come here to keep care of Haru and I am taking you to see Tsunade-sama.” I reply with no room for argument. Naruto opens his mouth to do just that, but shuts it with a sharp look from me.
Sakura arrives after only a few minutes, worry evident on her pretty face. I smile at her reassuringly as I explain the situation. She wants to examine Naruto immediately, but I refuse, telling her that I need her to watch over Haru for me. She protests for a moment before accepting and helping me to pick Naruto up. He is not as light as he seems. He protests half-heartedly before resigning himself to pouting as I carry him outside.
I make rushed jumps over roofs towards the hokage's tower, sending a serpent messenger to Tsunade ahead of me. She'll be waiting for us. I am met by the semi-angry, but worried honey-colored eyes of the fifth hokage as I enter the tower. Shizune stands awkwardly next to her, both of them still dressed in their bedclothes. They roll a gurney over and I place Naruto on it gently. His body lays on the crisp sheets limply, sweat clinging to his forehead.
“What's happened to him?” She asks sternly, looking him over even as Shizune pushes the rolling cot into a private room.
“I don't know exactly. He had been about to have a cup of tea this morning like he always does and before he even took a sip of it, he fled the room and next thing I knew he was vomiting in the bathroom. He's told me a thousand times that he doesn't get ill, but I swear he is. He fainted on the way here. Something's got to be wrong with him.” The words come out in a nearly panicked surge and I feel a dark feeling in the pit of my stomach, sick with worry. Tsunade nods, listening carefully as I describe Naruto's symptoms to her.
It's not long before the sannin is running cool medical chakra infused hands over Naruto's body. She slides them over his head and chest, finding nothing, but jumps as she runs them over his abdomen. She blinks in confusion before she speaks.
“Shizune, summon one Hinata immediately. I'll need her to confirm what I've found.” Shizune is fast as she does as she's told, disappearing from the room. I watch Tsunade avidly. “This isn't possible. It's just not. I've never seen anything like it. It can't be.” She mumbles to herself, her eyes focused on Naruto's stomach.
“What? What is it?” I ask desperately in need of information. She glances at me briefly, about to give me some kind of answer, but Hinata and Shizune arrive in a puff of smoke before she gets the chance. Immediately, Tsunade pushes me out of the way and directs the young and shy Hyuuga to use her bloodline to see inside of the blond kyuubi vessel. I observe them as an outsider helplessly.
Hinata's mouth opens wide in astonishment as she lays her eyes on Naruto's abdomen. She confirms Tsunade's suspicions, moving back so that Tsunade can work. No one pays me any mind; no one says a word to me, leaving me in the dark.
Finally I get fed up with all of this secrecy and shove into the circle of the three women. “Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?!” I bellow. It's probably the loudest any of them have heard my voice, but I don't care. I need to know what's happening to my dobe.
“He's, well, it shouldn't be possible, but-” Tsunade begins incredulously.
“But what?” I exclaim, becoming more irate by the second. A slight tug on my shoulder brings my attention to the lavender eyed woman next to me.
“Naruto's going to have a baby.” She says, her voice soft.
My jaw drops and everything goes dark.
A baby? My mind echoes.
A baby.
TBC...
**Just a quick note to clear up the time line. Sasuke arrived in Konoha in March and the baby was conceived in mid to late March and in this chapter it is now the end of April so Naruto is about a month to a month and a half pregnant. And in case anyone was wondering, Haru was born in August, but Sasuke found her in the spring making her about eight months old at the time.**
Warnings: Swearing, sexy bits, MPREG, slight time jump, etc...
“You don't have to move, you don't have to speaklips for biting.You're staring me down, a glance makes me weakeyes for strikingNow I'm twisting up when I'm twisted with youbrush so lightlyand time trickles down, and I'm breathing for twosqueeze so tightly.”
- 'Dance Inside' by The All-American Rejects
Chapter 10: Clumsy
Weeks after Haru's innocent question, I am beginning to understand the not so fun part of parenting. My little girl seems to be going through some kind of phase where she tries to play Naruto and I against one another. She seems to think it's funny when we fight over her. I don't find it as amusing as she does, but I've also caught onto her game. Naruto and I have decided that it is best to team up on her when she tries it. It seems to be working. None the less it has been straining on our still newly formed relationship. Only just passed a month into it and we have fought several times because of the clever three- year old. Luckily, we've been able to smooth things over between us quickly enough.
I shift uncomfortably in the high-backed kitchen chair, wondering when the other two occupants of the house will be rising. Haru has been sleeping in more than usual lately because her grueling training sessions with Naruto and I; even Sakura has stepped in to train with her a few times. She's improved a great deal, even learning some very simple jutsus. Her birthday stands only a few months from now and I looked forward to the warm weather of August. April, I find is still too cold, even with May just around the corner.
I read the paper silently, sipping hot tea and enjoying the relative silence before it is rudely broken by the presence of a loud yawn from the doorway. I can't even find the energy to be irritated as I look up at the blond dobe standing, leaning against the door frame, his hair sticking up in odd angles, his peacock eyes still clouded with grogginess. I motion for him to sit with me and he smiles lopsidedly at me. I smile back softly.
I've wondered recently if it is strange that we have already fallen in sync with one another so swiftly; Naruto has eve moved into the house with Haru and I. It doesn't feel strange to me, actually quite the opposite; it feels like it has always been this way. I shake my head to clear away my thoughts and watch Naruto as he pours himself a steaming mug of tea. He's about to take his first sip when he abruptly sets it down and all but careens towards the bathroom. I can hear him retching and stand to follow after him. I can't imagine what could be wrong with him. The kyuubi keeps him from getting ill, so this is far too odd an occurrence to leave unquestioned.
I enter the bathroom to the sight of my lover bent low over the toilet, shuddering as he empties the limited contents of his stomach. I reach to rub his back soothingly, unsure what else to do and opting to do as I have in the past with my daughter. It had always worked on her. Naruto pulls himself upright and I fill the glass on the side of the sink with cool water, handing it to him silently. He nods in thanks, accepting the beverage gratefully and rinsing out his mouth before taking several gulps of the chilly liquid. I wait patiently for him to finish before questioning him.
He sets the glass on the side of the tub next to him and looks up at me, his face sweaty from the exertion of vomiting. I regard him seriously, “Naruto, I thought that you don't get sick.” I state quietly and watch as he struggles to answer.
“I don't. This just seems to be happening in the mornings lately.” He replies finally, casting his eyes down to his hands. My brow furrows.
“This has happened more than once?” I inquire, pressing him for more much needed explanations. He merely nods in acquiescence. I shake my head in disbelief.
“Tou-san, what's the matter with Chichiue?” Haru's voice breaks me out of whatever thoughts had captured my attention and I moved to block her view of the bathroom and Naruto's prone form.
“I'm not sure Haru, but can you do me a big favor?” I ask her and she nods slowly, prepared to do whatever I ask of her. “Okay, I need you to call Sakura-obasan and ask her to come here right away. Can you do that?” I ask. I don't wait for her to answer, turning her towards the stairs. She moves quickly. I smile at her back before moving back into the dull light of the bathroom. Naruto still sits on the floor, looking pale.
“I don't need Sakura to come here. I'll be fine. It goes away.” He reasons with me, but I shake my head stubbornly.
“I don't care, I want you to get checked over. Sakura is going to come here to keep care of Haru and I am taking you to see Tsunade-sama.” I reply with no room for argument. Naruto opens his mouth to do just that, but shuts it with a sharp look from me.
Sakura arrives after only a few minutes, worry evident on her pretty face. I smile at her reassuringly as I explain the situation. She wants to examine Naruto immediately, but I refuse, telling her that I need her to watch over Haru for me. She protests for a moment before accepting and helping me to pick Naruto up. He is not as light as he seems. He protests half-heartedly before resigning himself to pouting as I carry him outside.
I make rushed jumps over roofs towards the hokage's tower, sending a serpent messenger to Tsunade ahead of me. She'll be waiting for us. I am met by the semi-angry, but worried honey-colored eyes of the fifth hokage as I enter the tower. Shizune stands awkwardly next to her, both of them still dressed in their bedclothes. They roll a gurney over and I place Naruto on it gently. His body lays on the crisp sheets limply, sweat clinging to his forehead.
“What's happened to him?” She asks sternly, looking him over even as Shizune pushes the rolling cot into a private room.
“I don't know exactly. He had been about to have a cup of tea this morning like he always does and before he even took a sip of it, he fled the room and next thing I knew he was vomiting in the bathroom. He's told me a thousand times that he doesn't get ill, but I swear he is. He fainted on the way here. Something's got to be wrong with him.” The words come out in a nearly panicked surge and I feel a dark feeling in the pit of my stomach, sick with worry. Tsunade nods, listening carefully as I describe Naruto's symptoms to her.
It's not long before the sannin is running cool medical chakra infused hands over Naruto's body. She slides them over his head and chest, finding nothing, but jumps as she runs them over his abdomen. She blinks in confusion before she speaks.
“Shizune, summon one Hinata immediately. I'll need her to confirm what I've found.” Shizune is fast as she does as she's told, disappearing from the room. I watch Tsunade avidly. “This isn't possible. It's just not. I've never seen anything like it. It can't be.” She mumbles to herself, her eyes focused on Naruto's stomach.
“What? What is it?” I ask desperately in need of information. She glances at me briefly, about to give me some kind of answer, but Hinata and Shizune arrive in a puff of smoke before she gets the chance. Immediately, Tsunade pushes me out of the way and directs the young and shy Hyuuga to use her bloodline to see inside of the blond kyuubi vessel. I observe them as an outsider helplessly.
Hinata's mouth opens wide in astonishment as she lays her eyes on Naruto's abdomen. She confirms Tsunade's suspicions, moving back so that Tsunade can work. No one pays me any mind; no one says a word to me, leaving me in the dark.
Finally I get fed up with all of this secrecy and shove into the circle of the three women. “Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?!” I bellow. It's probably the loudest any of them have heard my voice, but I don't care. I need to know what's happening to my dobe.
“He's, well, it shouldn't be possible, but-” Tsunade begins incredulously.
“But what?” I exclaim, becoming more irate by the second. A slight tug on my shoulder brings my attention to the lavender eyed woman next to me.
“Naruto's going to have a baby.” She says, her voice soft.
My jaw drops and everything goes dark.
A baby? My mind echoes.
A baby.
TBC...
**Just a quick note to clear up the time line. Sasuke arrived in Konoha in March and the baby was conceived in mid to late March and in this chapter it is now the end of April so Naruto is about a month to a month and a half pregnant. And in case anyone was wondering, Haru was born in August, but Sasuke found her in the spring making her about eight months old at the time.**