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Of Silver Linings and Blue Yonder	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 18517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or make any profit of it. Kishimoto owns it

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Author's note: Sorry for the slight delay, guys! University is really kicking my arse *groans* But I'm here with a chapter that you've all been waiting for for quite a while now - I just hope I won't disappoint you O.O

Thanks to the following reviewer: smint45

Warnings: Sasuke's pov; the main part is set a few years in the future; flashback takes places years before Sasuke met Naruto; drama; fighting; issues with jealousy; issues with non consent; mentions of pregnancy and abortion; secrets; mention of past het relationship; revelation identity ex-girlfriend; leading up to mature content

I hope it is worth the wait!

Chapter 10

"Well, if you don't want the party at your parents' manor, would you like one at our place, un?" Deidara inquired and in the background three year old Shion could be heard giggling.

Dark eyes rolled and the man moved the half-filled shopping cart backwards to give an old lady the space to grab some chocolate bars. "Or we could not organise a party, because I don't need one," Sasuke said, a tad sharply.

"You're only turning thirty once, Sasuke-kun," Deidara retorted petulantly.

"Yes, just like I only once turned twenty-nine, twenty-eight and so on," the Alpha pointed out exasperatedly and after throwing a pack of chocolate biscuits – Kei's favourite – in the cart, he decided to look where his mate and son currently were in the large supermarket. He was still annoyed that they had to drive over to the next village simply to do their shopping, because the supermarket in their town was in the process of being remodelled.

"Why do you have to be so difficult about parties, un?" Deidara retorted with a sigh. "Even Itachi doesn't act so difficult."

Passing the aisles containing beauty products and pet food, Sasuke replied, "I'm not my brother's copy, so that point is moot." He heaved a sigh. "If you really want to do something, can't we just have dinner together?"

Dinner was slightly less evil than a party if someone asked him.

A flash of golden blond hair attracted his attention and he swivelled his head around. A faint smile unwillingly broke out on his face at having found his mate and he pushed the cart inside the aisle where the canned food were stacked on the shelves.

Kei was muttering to himself, shaking his stuffed fox toy wildly, while one of his hands was resting against his daddy's knee.

Naruto was talking to –

Sasuke froze abruptly; the grip on his phone tightened as his eyes took in the woman who was talking to his mate cheerfully. A woman he hadn't spoken to for nearly nine years.

A woman he hadn't thought he would have to see again.

"Your son is so cute! He actually reminds me a bit of my ex-boyfriend; looks a lot like him." Wistfulness coloured her voice as she put a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Sasuke-kun, are you listening to me, un?" Deidara huffed, sounding put out at having lost his attention.

"I have to go," Sasuke muttered, not paying attention to the conversation with his brother-in-law anymore and he hung up without giving the other man the chance to react.

"Naruto," he called out and briskly approached the blond. He needed to get his lover away from that woman immediately.

"Ah, Sasuke, did you get Kei's biscuits?" Naruto smiled and placed several cans of soup in the cart. He grabbed the box of biscuits out of the cart and shook it lightly; the noise attracting Kei's attention easily. "Look, baby, what papa got for you!"

Kei squealed excitedly and held out his hands, making grabbing motions with his fingers; the fox lay forgotten on the floor.

"You can hold it, but not open it yet, okay, sweetie," Naruto warned the dark haired boy and Kei nodded quickly.

"Gi' me, daddy," Kei pleaded and his blue eyes shone brightly.

"Here you go," Naruto grinned and placed the box in Kei's hands, who instantly clutched it tightly against his chest, while the blond picked up the stuffed toy from the floor.

"I didn't know you got married and had a child, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke stiffened and gazed at the woman coldly. "I don't see why it's any of your business," he answered in a clipped tone and grabbed Kei, placing him gently in the seat meant for children in the shopping cart.

Cerulean blue eyes flitted back and forth between them. "You know Haruno-san, Sasuke?" he asked curiously, holding the fox clenched between his side and his arm.

"We were - "

"Something like that," Sasuke answered abruptly, cutting off the woman. "Let's go, Naruto. Kei needs to have his nap soon." Without deigning the crestfallen woman worthy of another look, he walked past her.

"Wait, Sasuke-kun!"

Ignoring her plea – really, would that stupid bint never learn? – he turned into the next aisle. Fortunately, she was smart enough not to follow him, though that didn't lessen the ire building up steadily.

Naruto looked at him, heavily frowning. "What was that?" he asked perplexed.

"Nothing," Sasuke insisted and snatched a pack of toilet paper off the shelf.

"That didn't look like nothing," the Omega remarked carefully and offered a faint smile when Kei shook the box with the biscuits at him.

"Cookie!" Kei exclaimed with a toothy grin.

"Yes, yummy cookies," Naruto smiled and glanced at the dark haired man. "Sasuke, what …"

"Just drop it, Naruto," Sasuke answered flatly. "It doesn't matter." Looking at their shopping list, he asked in a tightly controlled tone, "Do you need anything else?"

"No." The response was bit out and the blond's face closed off, clearly displeased with his mate's refusal to come forth with information.

Sasuke gritted his teeth, but silently steered the cart to the cash registers. He didn't want to fight with Naruto, but he saw no point in explaining what Haruno had been to him. That was all in the past now.

There was no reason to bring up the past again. It had no place in his life now.

Naruto was far too stubborn and too curious for his own good.

Exasperation filled the Alpha as he listened to his husband's phone call to his friend from his position in the doorway. The blond man hadn't taken notice of him yet.

"But he doesn't want to tell me how he knows Haruno," Naruto whined and braced his elbows against the kitchen counter top. "Can't you at least tell me what kind of relationship they had?"

For fuck's sake. Before the person on the other end of the line could start blabbering, Sasuke crossed the kitchen in a few steps and plucked the phone out of Naruto's hand.

Ignoring the blond's exclaimed, "Hey!" and fending off his grabbing hands, Sasuke brought the phone to his ear after briefly glancing at the screen and said in a monotone voice, "Not a word, Deidara. This is not your business."

"Sasuke-kun, don't you think Naruto-kun should know who she is, un?" Deidara asked and he sounded worried. "Her being there might have been an accident, but …"

"Nothing is going to happen," Sasuke stated firmly and snatched Naruto's hands out of the air, pressing them together against his hip to prevent him from grabbing his phone. "She knows better than to start bugging me now. He doesn't need to know."

Before the older blond could retort, the Alpha ended the call and regarded his husband with a heavy frown. "Really, Naruto? Going behind my back about something as insignificant as that woman?" Annoyance tinted his voice and he released his grip on Naruto's wrists, taking a few steps back. He dropped the phone on the counter and crossed his arms.

Cheeks filled with a deep rose colour and Naruto ducked his head, scratching the back of his neck. "I just don't understand why you don't want to tell me how you know her," he muttered and sounded vaguely guiltily.

"Because it doesn't matter," Sasuke retorted harshly.

Naruto raised his head and he frowned, looking put out. "If it doesn't matter, then why won't you tell me? Why isn't Deidara-kun allowed to tell me about it?" he questioned perplexed.

"Because it's not any of your business and I would appreciate it if you dropped it," the Alpha answered tersely.

"But I just want …"

"No, Naruto!"

The silence between them was heavy, charged with anger as they both glared at each other.

"Fine," Naruto muttered darkly and strode past him, looking majorly pissed off. A look he hadn't had since the last time they had been arguing about getting rid of Naruto's old, decrepit car.

Sasuke sighed and reached out to stop the blond from leaving. "Naruto, look …"

"I'm going to check on Kei," the Omega snapped and stormed out of the kitchen.

"Fuck!" He rubbed the palms of his hands in his eyes before dropping them, glowering at the sparkling white floor. He hadn't meant to create a fucking argument out of this, but why the hell was Naruto so hell bent on finding out who Haruno had been to him? What did it matter? It wasn't like they would ever see her again.

Naruto would calm down eventually, he reasoned and set about to make a cup of tea. He would probably forget about the encounter in the supermarket soon.

He had clearly underestimated Naruto's ability to hold a grudge. The blond man didn't appreciate being left in the dark regarding Haruno – he acted relatively cool towards Sasuke; his answers short and clipped. Even though it had been four days since they saw Haruno, Naruto refused to let go of the matter. Sasuke didn't understand why; why was Naruto so focused on finding out how Haruno had known him? He had never been this interested before. So why was this time different?

"I have no idea what to do," Sasuke admitted with a sigh and stared blankly at the closed file of his next patient. He had taken a short break of fifteen minutes and in a bout of insanity had decided to call his brother.

There was no better proof of his helplessness than the fact that he was talking to his brother out of all people he knew about this.

"Maybe you should talk to him about her," Itachi suggested and in the background someone was loudly arguing. "Explain to him what she was to you."

Sasuke's face darkened and he scowled. "There's no need for him to know more about her. All that bullshit is in the past. It doesn't matter anymore," he snapped and agitatedly clicked his pen.

"If it doesn't matter anymore, then why not tell him?" Itachi retorted calmly. "That way he knows to ignore her should he encounter her again."

"Itachi," the younger Alpha growled irritated. He had thought that at least his brother would be on his side. Why could nobody see his side?

"Otouto, you should know that Naruto-kun values honesty. How do you think he feels now, knowing you're refusing to tell him the truth?" Itachi's stern tone softened when he continued, "It's not that weird of him to act like this. He probably feels hurt, because you're keeping a secret from him – just like Gaara-san."

"I'm not like that bastard!" Sasuke snarled; temper flaring up when he was forced to remember the red haired Alpha who had been Naruto's previous mate. He would never hurt Naruto like that man had done.

Itachi sighed. "I know, Sasuke, and I know you don't like talking about her. You don't have to tell him everything. But don't you think he deserves to know something? Are you seriously going to let her come between you like this?"

Sasuke didn't reply: too many thoughts whirled around in his head.

Talking to Naruto about Haruno, huh?

He didn't know what had caused the sudden switch. All he knew was that he was slowly becoming sick and tired of everything – a feeling he didn't think he would ever experience with her.

"Where have you been?!" Her demand was shrill, loud and it made him wince as the door clicked shut behind him.

He frowned at the pink haired girl who had just risen from the couch and who placed her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

He placed his bag on the small table and undid the buttons of his coat, ignoring how damp it felt. Outside the rain picked up. "I was studying with a classmate," he answered slowly and eyed her carefully. "I texted you about that yesterday."

She scoffed and pointedly looked at the clock. "It's eleven o'clock, Sasuke-kun. What the hell were you doing so late?"

"Studying; I already told you that," he repeated, slightly annoyed and made his way to the small kitchen to warm up some soup. He needed to order his notes for tomorrow's biology lecture and look over his essay before he could go to sleep.

"And you couldn't stop sooner?" she sneered as she followed him to the kitchen; her heels loud against the wooden floor.

"Not if I want to keep up with my classes," he growled and roughly opened the fridge. He grabbed the leftover vegetable soup and poured it in a bowl. "Sakura, you know that I'm taking more classes so that I can graduate sooner. I can't afford to not study."

All the anger left his girlfriend's body and she hugged herself, looking chastised and miserable. "I know, I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun," she said softly and bit her lip. "I just – we barely spend any time together. I miss you."

Although irritation still simmered inside of him, he forced himself to relax and he turned around with a soft sigh to face her. Setting his bowl of soup aside on the counter for the moment, he stepped closer to her and enveloped her in his arms. "I miss you too," he muttered awkwardly and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, inhaling her rose scented shampoo.

She snuggled closer into him, placing her head against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'll take a few hours off this weekend, all right? We can do whatever you want," he promised; already calculating how much work he would need to get done before Friday to avoid falling behind on his studies.

The excited glitter in her green eyes was worth the loss of study hours, though.

It was becoming too exhausting. When once he had looked forward to seeing her, being around her – even using her presence as a reward in the beginning for finishing his studies by a certain time – now he found he preferred to study and accept invites to study groups just to reduce the time he spent with her.

It should make him feel awful, but it didn't. For as long as he had known her, she had been a very independent person, not taking shit from anyone. Now, however, she had become clingier than ever. Constantly wanting to know where he was, what he was doing, who he spent time with …

It had reached the point that he barely dared to look at his phone anymore, because he was becoming fed up with the string of messages she left him: each one more demanding and more pissed off than the previous ones.

What had changed? What had caused her to make such a sudden switch in personality? She had never acted so jealous and clingy before – he had never given her a reason to be jealous. He wasn't the type to cheat; absolutely abhorred the idea of it even.

And yet she seemed to think that when he was studying, he was getting it off with one of his classmates.

Honestly, reassuring her over and over again that he wasn't cheating was becoming more than irritating and exhaustive. Where was her trust in him? What had he done to lose that? He couldn't really help it that his amount of classes seriously cut into their time together. He wanted to graduate and get to work as soon as possible and this was the only way to do it. He had explained this to her and had reassured her he would have more time once he entered his final years of his studies, but while at first she had been understanding of it, now …

If jealousy – unexpected and unwarranted as it may be – was the only issue between them, he might not have been too bothered by it. He could work through dispelling her bouts of jealousy – at least work hard to convince her there was no need to be jealous – but he couldn't deal with her sudden persistence of taking their relationship a step further.

It had started out innocently.

"You know my friend Fuka?" she asked, interrupting the peaceful silence that had fallen over the room as they each worked on their respective assignments. "The one who got married two months ago?"

Sasuke hummed noncommittally, frowning at the last line he had typed. Contemplating it for a brief moment, he shook his head and decisively deleted it before starting over again.

"She just discovered she's pregnant," she answered and a hint of excitement rang through her voice.

"That's great for her," he muttered and consulted the book next to him before he worked the titbit of information into his essay. He added the source into his reference list immediately; it would be a pain to look up all his sources again after finishing this essay.

"Hm, she said that her mum told her she was too young for it, but let's be real here, twenty isn't too young. She'll be twenty-one by the time her baby is born anyway," she chattered on before clucking her tongue impatiently and opening her book to another page.

"Well, it's not that old either," he said absentmindedly and furrowed his eyebrows. He remembered Fuka only vaguely, despite having been forced to attend her wedding two months prior. She had seemed friendly enough – a bit too friendly at times even.

"You don't want children soon, Sasuke-kun?" She sounded disappointed and it made him look up briefly.

The weak September sunlight made her hair glisten softly.

"Not soon, no," he replied and shrugged. "I've just turned twenty and we're still studying. A baby wouldn't fit in our lives now," he pointed out.

"Hm, you're probably right," she muttered and pursed her lips before turning her attention back to her own homework.

He really should have known that the 'probably' in her answer didn't bode well.

The end of September arrived – taking with it a few pleasurable evenings Sasuke had managed to spend with his girlfriend whenever the heat became too much to ignore – and the Alpha found himself with his Beta wrapped up on her bed as both of them drifted between sleep and awake after studying for an entire week.

It was rather peaceful, lying here as their scents – hers a mixture of honey and lavender – mingled together, penetrating the room. He could feel the stress of the past few weeks leave his body as he curled up further around her. They hadn't had an argument for nearly a week now and he was grateful for that reprieve. Peaceful moments like this one reminded him of why he had started to like her.

"Say, Sasuke-kun," she murmured sleepily, breaking the silence.

"Hm?"

"I was talking to my friends yesterday and they said something that – that made me wonder," she continued and he couldn't figure out what the odd infliction in her tone meant.

Not even opening his eyes, he asked, "What about?"

"Well, I was wondering …" She hesitated and pulled back slightly. That action made dark eyes open and he looked at her questioningly. She started fiddling with her fingers; picking at some loose flecks of her dark green nail polish. Her eyes were downcast, avoiding his gaze as she asked uncertainly, "What would – how would you react if I got pregnant by accident?"

The question made him stiffen and he rose up, sitting up straight against the wall. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head, watching how the Beta girl flushed red. "You're taking suppressants, no? So there's no reason why you would end up pregnant by accident," he answered brusquely. He wasn't certain what to think about this particular conversation; she had never worried about pregnancy before. Where had this come from?

"Of course I'm taking suppressants, but my friend knows someone who took the same brand as I am and he still ended up pregnant!" she replied and looked frustrated. "So, you know, it's not impossible! What would we do then?"

"We've been together for nearly three years and we never had a pregnancy scare so far," he sighed exasperatedly. "As long as you take them like you've been doing, there shouldn't be any problem."

She smacked her hand on the bed and scowled. "Sasuke-kun, come on now! It's not because it hasn't happened yet that it won't happen at all. What would we do if I do end up pregnant?"

"I don't know, okay!" he snapped annoyed and raked a hand through his hair. Honestly, the thought of children hadn't even crossed his mind once in the two years he had been together with her. He didn't think he could be blamed for that – he had only just turned twenty and his life revolved mainly around studying now. Who could expect him to think about children when he barely even had time to decently sleep?

"You don't know?" she repeated high pitched. "So you wouldn't want to keep the baby?" She looked outraged that he hadn't immediately given a positive answer.

He stared at her in disbelief. "We're both twenty and still studying – you really think we would be able to handle taking care of a baby on top of all that?" he asked incredulously. "Would you be okay doing all the work while I'm out studying?"

"So what? You'd want me to get an abortion?" She laughed incredulously, obviously thinking he would disagree.

He remained quiet, but the look on his face must have told her everything she needed – and didn't want – to hear.

"GET OUT!" she screamed; her eyes alight with wounded fury.

"Let me ex - "

"GET OUT! GET OUT!"

"FINE!" He stormed out of the room, snatching his shoes and his bag on his way out. Blood rushing loudly in his ears; anger coursing through his veins, alighting them, he practically dashed outside and threw his stuff harshly in the back of his car, tearing out of the parking lot with screeching tires.

So much for the peaceful evening. He snorted harshly and glared at the road in front of him.

He didn't know what the fuck had got into his girlfriend, but he was coming close to having enough. There was only so much bullshit he could take from her, before he snapped. Did she really think they were in a place to take care of a child already? They barely had time for each other nowadays – how the fuck were they supposed to take care of a baby?

His hand twitched towards the phone hidden in his pocket and it hovered right above it, before he resolutely pulled back and concentrated on the road again.

No, he wouldn't call him. He didn't need his advice or him trying to interfere. He could handle this himself. He was old enough.

The pang in his chest he attributed to the fury still whirling inside of him. It couldn't be anything else.

Two weeks passed by in cold silence before she called him to apologise; her apology nearly drowned out with the force of her crying. Some guilt rose up and he reassured her that he wasn't angry anymore and of course he could forgive her. They both had been rude after all.

Another week passed with them exchanging messages, slowly building up their intimacy again. If the messages sounded tentative in nature at times, Sasuke didn't think they could be really faulted for it. He was just relieved to not have the argument hanging over their heads; he had too much on his plate already without worrying about the way his relationship was developing.

It turned out that he wouldn't have to worry about his relationship for long anymore.

"I'm really sorry, Sasuke-kun. I've been a really shitty girlfriend these past few weeks," she muttered embarrassed as her finger traced circles over his bare chest, following his pectorals.

"It's not like I've been perfect," he sighed and let his hands drift over her back, playing with the clasp of her bra. It was the end of October and while the worst of his heat had passed – he had been too pissed off to have paid much attention to it actually – there was still that simmering haze left that made his skin tingle wherever she touched and kissed.

He felt himself stir in interest when her hands drifted down to his trousers; her slender fingers made quick work of his button and zipper and he hastily kicked them off until he was left in just his underwear.

She giggled quietly when he surged up to kiss her collarbone and gasped as he softly bit down while flicking her bra clasp open. The pink, lacy bra fell down and he threw it on the floor, tugging her close to him; skin to skin. Her bare breasts pressed fully against his chest and he caressed them softly while his mouth was busy peppering kisses up her neck.

They moved around until he ended up lying on top of her; her long legs wrapped around his hips, her arms slung around his shoulders as she pulled him even closer.

Her pale skin was flushed a delicate rose and she squirmed slightly underneath him as he sucked her lower lip between his own.

"Ah, Sasuke-kun," she moaned and ran her nails over his back. She pressed his face into her neck and bucked her hips, forcing a choked off groan out of him. "Please, Sasuke-kun."

"Please, what?" he rumbled; running his nose over her skin. Fuck, she smelt heavenly tonight. She had always had a nice scent, but tonight it seemed like her scent had strengthened tenfold, practically blasting off her.

"I want you to Mark me," she whispered and nibbled at his earlobe.

Instantly he knew she was referring to the Mark – the ultimate sign of being claimed. While there were slight variations, depending on how deep the bite went, he knew his girlfriend well enough to realise that she meant the Mark where they would be bonded to each other for life.

At once he knew he wasn't ready for that sort of commitment. At least not yet. They were still so young …

"Not yet," he breathed out and sucked at the sensitive spot near her collarbone before she could utter a form of protest. This evening was going way too nice to disturb it with another argument.

"Hm, okay," she whispered and then moaned when his hand dipped between her legs.

Together they got rid of the last pieces of their clothing and they sighed simultaneously when they could feel each other without the barrier of clothing between them.

This is nice, he thought absentmindedly as he sank between her legs once more. He had almost forgotten how wonderful she felt against him; had practically forgotten how seductive she could smell like. Hell, he didn't think she had smelt this amazing before. It was her scent, pure and unrestricted. It was as if she wasn't tainted anymore by the …

He froze.

"Sasuke-kun?" she asked confused and sat up right when he practically tore himself off of her. "What's wrong?" Her chest rose up and down rapidly as she tried to calm herself down.

"Have you taken your suppressants?" he questioned harshly and his fingers burrowed themselves roughly into his messed up sheets.

Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe she had always smelt like this when they had sex, but he hadn't paid enough attention to it before.

"Wha – Sasuke-kun, what are you talking about?" she protested and impatiently pushed her hair out of her face. "Come here, it was just starting to …"

"Did you take your suppressants, yes or no?" he ground out and glared. Why couldn't she just answer? It wouldn't take that long to reply.

"Of course I did!" she replied indignantly and brought her legs to her chest. "Why the fuck do you ask that?"

She had scratched her wrist. She only scratched her wrist when she was lying.

She hadn't taken her suppressants at all tonight. Maybe she hadn't even taken them for the last week, but he wouldn't know, because he hadn't had the chance to meet up with her before tonight. If he had gone through with this, she would most likely have ended up pregnant. They were all the most fertile during September and October after all. It would only take one time without protection.

She had lied to him. She knew he didn't want children yet, at least not for another four years like he had told her when they spoke again after their fight. Yet she hadn't taken her suppressants. Hadn't told him she stopped taking them.

If he hadn't realised that her scent lacked the – by now familiar – chemical scent of her suppressants, he would have had sex with her and she would have ended up pregnant.

She had tried to trick him.

She hadn't respected his wishes.

He thought he would feel furious now at being lied to, at being nearly tricked into becoming a father without being ready for it, but he felt icily calm.

"Take your stuff and get out. We're through," he spoke coldly and rose up from his bed, pulling his jeans back on. He had dealt with a lot of things; he had dealt with her ridiculous bouts of jealousy, with her constant stream of demands about wanting to know what he was doing and with whom, but he couldn't deal with her trying to trick him into getting her pregnant. He couldn't trust her anymore after this. She had gone too far. He had reached his limit.

"What?" She laughed nervously and stared at him wide eyed. She reached out to him. "Come on, Sasuke-kun. Don't joke about that!"

"You tried to trick me into getting you pregnant," he spat and slapped her hand away from him, taking a few steps back. "You've pulled a lot of shit so far with your ridiculous jealous stunts, but you've gone too far now. You fucking know I'm not ready for children yet!"

"But you don't want to show any commitment!" she screamed and sat up on her knees. Her cheeks quickly flushed red with anger and she balled her fists. "You don't want to Mark me, you don't want to wear a ring or get engaged. What the fuck was I - "

"So what? You thought that getting pregnant would do the trick? Are you out of your fucking mind?" he snapped and his hand shot out to the door. "We're over, Sakura. I don't want to see, hear, or speak to you again! Now get the fuck out of my apartment!"

"Sasuke-kun, please, just let me - "

Roughly he snatched her clothes off the ground, slammed the pile into her chest, forcing her to grab them before they fell, and hauled her off the bed, pushing her out of the room. He gave her the chance to pull on her sweater and skirt before he pointed at the door.

"Get out now. I'm not saying it again," he snarled and threw the front door open.

"You can't do this to me!" Sakura screamed and stamped her foot as she glared at him furiously.

Green eyes widened with a touch of fear when he bent closer to her and whispered menacingly, "Get out or you won't like what I'll do next."

Her eyes filled with tears, but he stared down at her coldly and a choked sob was torn out of her before she turned around and fled the apartment.

He closed the door and sank down against it, burrowing his face into his knees.

Damn it, his brother had been right. He snorted harshly and glared viciously at the floor as he pressed a fist against his mouth. Fuck, he goddamn hated it when his brother was right.

What he hated the most, though, was the fact that he wanted his brother with him now. Even if the bastard would tell him "I told you so."

Anything was better than the hole this debacle – this bitter betrayal - had left him.

It would take a few more years before Sakura would finally get the message that Sasuke really didn't want her anymore.

It would take six more years before Sasuke would be willing to open his heart again.

Cerulean blue eyes regarded him wearily when he entered Kei's bedroom. The blond Omega was sitting on the rocking chair; rocking back and forth slowly with a sleeping Kei snuggled against his chest.

The sight – his mate together with their son – made something akin to tension loose up inside of him. No matter what happened or what was said, he knew he was loved by his mate and his son.

That knowledge made it slightly easier to open up.

Sasuke took a deep breath and said softly, "I want to talk about Haruno – about how I know her. Would you mind listening?"

Naruto's face softened visibly; the tense lines in his face that Sasuke hadn't noticed before disappeared gradually. He held out his hand and smiled faintly. "I'm listening."

The Alpha returned the smile and walked over to his husband, grabbing his hand, entwining their fingers.

Even now he would prefer to keep quiet about it, but Naruto deserved to hear what had happened.

Haruno wasn't worth the wedge that could possibly arise between him and Naruto if he refused to tell him anything.

She wasn't worth anything anymore. The ones who were worth it were right in front of him.

AN2: And now you know who the mysterious ex was and why Sasuke dumped her. I hope I met your expectations :) Now whether she's completely out of their lives, I can't say yet ;)

Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.

Next chapter will be in Akihito's pov :)

Cuddles

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