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Crossing Boundaries for You	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 12499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Author's note: So after checking the timeline I created for this fic, I realised that I somehow managed to completely skip over the month February- meaning that my timeline got somewhat messed up and I had to adjust some events that were planned. So the meeting of the other Uchiha won't take place yet in this story but most likely in the next one *crosses fingers* I corrected the timeline; now it all depends on how big the scenes grow.
Anyway, so yeah, no meeting the other Uchiha yet, sorry *winces*
Warnings: hm, nothing in particular. Just some foul language and some minor time skips
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 10
"You're an idiot," Naruto stated bluntly; balling his hands into fists.
Black eyes narrowed slightly. "I did what I thought was best for Sasuke," Itachi started.
"How about you had left the decision to Sasuke as to whether or not he wanted to risk contacting you?" Naruto spat; anger on behalf of his best friend filling him swiftly. "You know how much he loves you and you think you have the right to make decisions in his stead?"
"Naruto, don't," Sakura murmured, but he ignored her.
"No, Sakura-chan, the arsehole here needs to hear this," the blond growled, turning back to Itachi. "You didn't have any right to just cut off all contact between you! You should have left it up to Sasuke to decide whether - "
"You don't know how bad father can become when - "
"Oh yes, it's not like I was never there when the old man started ranting! I know perfectly well how bad your father can get, Itachi, but that's still not an excuse to cut off all contact. If you really cared about him, you'd have found a way!" Naruto snarled and rose up, shoving his chair backwards with a loud 'SCREECH'.
"Naruto, where the hell are you going?" Sakura demanded, looking ready to stand up too.
"I'm going after Sasuke before I punch this bastard!" he bit out and marched out of the café before either one could stop him.
Once outside the cold wind smacked him in his face and he shivered; eyes shooting back and forth as he tried to figure out where Sasuke could have gone. He wouldn't have left with his car; not when he thought that Sakura and Naruto were both still at the café. He wouldn't remain in the centre either, but would try to search for a quiet spot.
With that in mind Naruto turned left and walked down the street, recalling that there was a park nearby. On his way there, he took his phone out of his pocket and dialled Sasuke's number. He didn't think the other man would pick up, not in the mood he was in now, and he was proven right.
"Hello. You have reached Uchiha Sasuke. I'm not available right now, but please leave your message behind after the beep."
Naruto ended the call before the beep could come and slipped his phone back into his pocket. Sasuke must be more upset than he had initially thought if he even went as far as shutting off his phone. For a brief moment Naruto wondered whether it would be such a good idea to seek out Sasuke now. Clearly the dark haired man didn't want to be found, but the blond realised he didn't want his best friend to be alone right now. Not after the way he had left the café.
The further he walked down the street, the less people there were around him. It was a bit past six and most people were going home or stopping by a pub. The streetlights illuminated the sidewalk and dark shadows pooled between each light; cars casting a shadow of their own as they drove by.
At the end of the street he turned left again, entering a quiet neighbourhood. On the other side of the street a man just exited his car and was welcomed by his wife. An old man was walking a bit further with his dog, tugging the animal closer to him when it looked like it wanted to step out onto the street.
The small park was right at the end of this street and the sign stated that it remained open until eight thirty. That should give him enough time to find Sasuke and return with him. Despite his streak of adventure, he wasn't looking forward to spending the night locked in the park with the weather still going below zero.
Burrowing his face deeper into his scarf, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his new jacket. While the jacket Sakura had given him offered a good buffer against the cold, he couldn't deny wanting to get out of the freezing weather as soon as possible.
The park looked abandoned when he walked through the gate; no surprise, given the hour and the low temperature. Here there was only a streetlamp every sixteen feet and the road was painted a dull orange underneath each light. Something in the bushes rustled and over his head flew two pigeons, disappearing into the darkness of the trees lining up along the road.
He followed the road deeper into the park, watching his breath form white clouds, passing by empty banks. Right when he started thinking he had been wrong after all and Sasuke had chosen to go somewhere else, he took notice of a lone figure sitting on a bank just around a curve into the road.
Dark eyes flicked up at him when he halted in front of the man. "What are you doing here?" Sasuke asked annoyed.
Whether the annoyance was the result of his conversation with Itachi or because Naruto had sought him out, the blond couldn't guess. Naruto plopped down next to him, leaning back, and shrugged.
"Wanted to know how you're doing now," he murmured and sighed. "The conversation with Itachi went splendid, don't you think?"
"I just – I can't believe the nerve of him!" Sasuke growled, running a hand through his hair, and he leant forwards. "Who does he think he is, making decisions for me?"
Naruto nodded. "That's what I told him as well," he paused and coughed, adding, "Well, in a slightly more colourful way."
"What did you do?" A black eyebrow rose up.
"I might have, you know, called him a bastard, an arsehole and an idiot. And might have let him know I wanted to punch him in the face." Naruto looked away, his cheeks colouring and warming with embarrassment.
Sasuke snorted loudly. "Bet his face was priceless," he smirked.
Naruto chanced a smile of his own. "Wouldn't know. I left before I could see his reaction," he admitted. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether it would be smart to pursue the next topic or not. "Do you – do you think you want to keep in contact now?"
Now that you're no longer living under your father's roof? was the unspoken question that followed the first one.
Sasuke breathed out slowly; his eyes cast upwards to the dark sky. "I don't know," he answered slowly. "I'm pissed off at him now, but …" he trailed off, looking conflicted.
Naruto understood what he was not saying; here was a chance for Sasuke to reconnect with his brother after not having seen him for years. However, knowing that Itachi had deliberately cut off contact with his younger brother wasn't an easy pill to swallow. Conflicted probably didn't even begin to describe how Sasuke must be feeling right now.
He cleared his throat and scratched his right cheek. "Maybe – maybe you could ask for his number? And call him when you feel ready to talk again?"
Dark eyes regarded him oddly and he pulled up his shoulders, feeling oddly attacked. "What?" he asked defensively.
"Nothing, just … It's a good idea," Sasuke muttered contemplatively. "I'll do that. If he refuses … Well, I guess I'll have my answer then."
"Not exactly the way you thought this evening would go after seeing the baby, huh?" Naruto quipped, but his smile was weak and he felt a tad weary.
Black eyes sharpened and narrowed slightly. "No, not at all," Sasuke said curtly and curled his hand around Naruto's right arm, pulling him up with him as he rose from the bank. "And you shouldn't be outside now. Do you want to get ill? You should have stayed at the café, I would have come back," he reprimanded him, tugging the blond man along as he made way to the entrance.
Naruto squawked indignantly, pulling his arm out of his friend's grasp. "I'm not that fragile, you know!" he protested, scowling at the older man. "I don't get sick that easily, remember? Besides, someone had to come pull your brooding arse out of the cold!"
Sasuke shook his head impatiently. "You're taking care of two now, idiot, so you have to be more careful."
Naruto opened his mouth, ready to object once more, but closed it again almost immediately when his mind remained blank, no rebuttal to be found.
And really, what did one say to a comment like that?
"So any news on the Uchiha show?" Gaara drawled.
Blue eyes rolled in exasperation. "I wish you wouldn't call it that," Naruto sighed and approached his mailbox, fishing through his pocket for the small key.
"Why not? It certainly has all the dramatics of a regular soap series," Gaara retorted with a quiet snort.
"Yeah, well, Sasuke has his reasons," Naruto muttered, fumbling with the key and the lock until it finally opened. "Last I heard, Sasuke has called Itachi once and they made another attempt at talking."
"I'm guessing that didn't go spectacularly?" the red haired man hummed and there was the vague background noise of typing.
"Are you working on your manuscript?" Naruto inquired distracted as he riffled through the post that had accumulated in the mailbox. "And no, no, it didn't go fantastic. Still better than the first time, though."
"Yeah, got hit by inspiration just now," Gaara replied. "Maybe in a few more months they'll be able to talk like civilised human beings."
"Gaara," Naruto said disapprovingly and frowned when his fingers thumped against a thick package. "What the …"
"What's wrong?"
"Give me a sec," the blond muttered and unearthed the thick envelope from the box, flipping it over so he could take a look at the sender's name. "Sasuke sent me something," he mumbled confused, staring at the neat handwriting.
"Why would he sent you something with the mail? It's not like you haven't seen him lately," Gaara pointed out lightly.
"Yeah, well, guess I'll figure it out soon. I'm heading up to my apartment now," Naruto replied, stuffing the envelope underneath his armpit and locking the mailbox again.
"I'll leave you to it then," Gaara said, knowing that their call would be cut off as soon as Naruto set a foot on the stairs. For some reason there was no reception there and no matter how many complaints the landlord got, he did nothing about it.
"Talk to you later," Naruto replied and after saying their goodbyes he hung up, slipping his phone into his pocket.
The package crinkled when he made his way upstairs and his bag bumped against his hip with every step he took. His front door was pushed close with his foot; his bag dropped on the floor and the mail put on the table. He removed his jacket and scarf and plopped down on the chair, pulling Sasuke's mysterious package to him.
"Now what did you sent me, hm?" Naruto hummed quietly, plucking at an opening he found in the top flap until he could get the tip of his finger in it. From there opening the envelope was easy and he folded the top flap – or what remained of it – out of the way. He flipped the envelope upside down and out of it a file fell.
Well, not a file, he realised when he picked it up. Several pages – at least thirty if not more – had been stapled together and the front page read 'Healthy dishes when you're pregnant'. It had clearly been printed from some kind of informative site.
"You've got to be shitting me," Naruto muttered incredulously as he leaved through the pages, coming across colourful salads, nutritious dinner dishes, breakfast meant to settle an upset stomach, and even healthy desserts.
What the hell was this?
"What is the meaning of this?" Naruto demanded the second Sasuke picked up his phone.
There was a short pause, before the other man answered dryly, "I assume you received my package."
"Yes, I did, so what the hell, man?" the blond man complained, staring dismayed at the booklet in front of him.
"I know you can read, Naruto," Sasuke retorted patiently. "What does it look like?"
"You and Sakura-chan already took away practically all my ramen, isn't that enough?" Naruto whined, gazing forlornly at the cupboards which until two weeks ago had been filled to the brim with ramen cups.
Sakura had been looking way too gleeful in his opinion when she had swept the cups into a large garbage bag.
"You need to eat healthy, Naruto," Sasuke sighed. "This is just something to help you out."
"But - "
"Unless you want me to come pick you up every evening to have dinner at our place? Sakura might even give you your breakfast and lunch in Tupperware boxes," Sasuke continued and the blond man could swear his friend was enjoying this.
"You wouldn't dare," Naruto said, narrowing his eyes.
"Try me," was the dry retort.
The booklet was subjected to a fierce glower and fingers tapped erratically on the top page. "Fine, but I don't think I even have half of the ingredients that are listed in this thing," Naruto remarked aggravated, leaning back into his chair.
"Which is why I'm picking you up tomorrow to go grocery shopping," Sasuke replied calmly.
The younger man stilled. "I don't have that much money," he admitted reluctantly, feeling shame squirm inside of him. He wasn't exactly dirt poor, but he definitely didn't have the money to buy all the ingredients which were needed for the dishes – not if he still wanted to pay his rent at least.
"I already told you I would be helping you out financially, Naruto," Sasuke said firmly, clucking his tongue.
"Yes, but that was for things like the check-ups! Food is something else and I'm not going to be your charity case, Sasuke," Naruto bit out, running a hand through his hair.
"You're not a charity case, damn it, Naruto," Sasuke growled; annoyance lingering in his voice. "I've never considered you to be a charity case. If you're going to be so difficult about it, just think of it like this: the food is meant for both you and the baby. I'm just taking care of my child and in extension you too, okay?"
Everything in Naruto rallied against accepting Sasuke's money like that; it felt too much like being treated like a charity case, as if he didn't have enough money to take care of himself.
You don't have enough money to take care of yourself and the baby, a voice in the back of his mind piped up and he grimaced, worrying his lip between his teeth.
It was true that he no longer only needed to take care of himself, but also the baby who was growing inside of him. Eating ramen and cheap take-out definitely wasn't a good way of taking care of the baby and as it was Sasuke's – and Sakura's – child, the other man definitely had a say in what kind of nutrition was given to the baby.
Still, it stung to have to accept Sasuke's money, because he couldn't afford the ingredients with his own pay check …
"Fine," he muttered sullenly, dropping his hand on his lap. "When are you picking me up?"
There was a bout of silence before Sasuke answered, "Be ready by eight thirty."
Well, at least he would finally be able to eat decent food. Silver linings and all that.
February passed by in a blink with Naruto busying himself with teaching his classes, meeting up with his friends – reassuring Sakura and Sasuke that yes he was preparing the dishes from the booklet and no, he wasn't eating ramen more than once a week, don't worry - and needling Jiraiya for information regarding the mysterious friend. So far he hadn't had much luck and he was seriously starting to consider going through Jiraiya's mail and phone just to find something.
March did its entry with a lot of rain, but no more freezing weather and the mild weather allowed Naruto to leave his scarf at home. He did still wear the jacket, though, because while it might no longer be freezing, that didn't mean that the weather had grown soft enough to go without a jacket.
With the new month there was also Sakura's birthday to look forward to and his second check-up with Tsunade, which would take place two days before Sakura's birthday party. Her birthday would be celebrated at Uchiha Manor and Naruto was decidedly not looking forward to that. Uchiha Manor meant meeting Mikoto and Fugaku and while Mikoto was a sweet woman, someone he considered to be his second mother, he really didn't want to see Fugaku again. Not now he was pregnant, not with knowing how Fugaku thought about people like him.
He couldn't not go, however. He wouldn't disappoint Sakura on her birthday; he would just need to shoulder on and get through the day while keeping his distance from the Uchiha patriarch. Who knew? Maybe he was worrying too much and Fugaku would be content with the knowledge that he would have a grandchild, even if the means were unconventional to say the least.
Or maybe Naruto should be realistic. Regardless, whether he wanted it to or not, the party was going to take place at the Uchiha Manor and he should just suck it up. He could do that for Sakura.
Now he just needed to find a present for his pink haired friend – which was easier said than done as it turned out to be.
"Can I assume that Sakura-chan is pissed off she has to miss this check-up?" Naruto asked lightly when he opened the door and slid into the seat next to Sasuke.
The dark haired man snorted and started the car again after the door was closed. "She sounded ready to throw something – or someone," he added, shaking his head. "Yamanaka would be smart to stay out of her way for at least the next two weeks."
Naruto winced, feeling sorry for the nurse he hadn't met. A pissed off Sakura was not a nice sight and she could hold a grudge like no one else.
Today was his second check-up with Tsunade and both Sasuke and Sakura were supposed to join him. Right at the last minute, though, Sakura had been asked to do a double shift, because they were a few nurses short, forcing her to miss the appointment. Naruto could only imagine how pissed off she must be right now and was infinitely glad he wasn't near her at the moment.
"How are you feeling now?" Sasuke inquired, taking a right turn.
"I'm fine. The morning sickness seems to have completely stopped now," Naruto told him, absentmindedly placing a hand on his stomach. His jacket was thick enough to show nothing at the moment, but at four months pregnant, his stomach was slightly swollen, just big enough to be covered by his hand. It was weird and a bit … disconcerting to no longer see or feel a flat stomach, but instead a gentle swelling, but …
It wasn't bad. It felt a bit nice even, strange as that was to admit.
"No longer forced to worship the porcelain god?" Sasuke teased; his eyes glinting amused when he glanced at his friend.
He received a soft punch against his arm for his remark and he smirked.
"Maybe I should have thrown up on you; see if you'd have liked it," Naruto huffed and turned his head to look out of the window, watching cars and tall buildings flash by.
The loud buzzing noise indicating an incoming text message started him and he swivelled his head towards Sasuke. "You want me to check who texted you?" he offered.
"Yeah. It's not Sakura, because she would have called," Sasuke muttered, speeding up slightly to pass two cars. "It's in the right pocket of my jacket."
Naruto nodded and dipped his fingers into the aforementioned pocket, steadfastly ignoring how warm the jacket felt thanks to Sasuke's body heat. He pulled the phone out of it and pressed on the home button, swiping to the right to unlock the phone completely.
'1 new message' glared right back at him and he tapped on it. His eyebrows shot up when his eyes fell on the sender's name.
"It's from Itachi," he said slowly. Judging by the small bar on the right side of the screen, the two brothers had been exchanging quite some messages with each other.
Hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. "What does it say?" Sasuke inquired, deceptively calm, looking straight ahead with a blank face.
"He says he wants to meet with you," Naruto replied, casting a cautious glance at the man next to him. He licked his lips and went on, "Says you can choose the time and the place. Do you want me to type a reply in your place?"
Sasuke slowly breathed out. "No," he decided after a small pause. "I'll answer later; it's fine."
"Okay." Naruto locked the phone and dropped it in Sasuke's pocket, folding his hands over his stomach. "How, eh, how are you two doing now?" he questioned uncertainly.
Sasuke's lips thinned and he ran a hand through his hair. "It's … We're working on it. We've been mainly texting each other," he admitted.
"So no physical fights yet?"
The shadow of a faint smile hovered across pale pink lips. "No physical fights yet," Sasuke confirmed.
"Good, that's good to hear. Just so you know, in case of a fight, I'd be totally rooting for you," Naruto said solemnly.
"Good to hear I have your support," Sasuke retorted and his smile grew a bit more pronounced.
Naruto counted that as a win. At least the dark eyed man was reacting a bit more positively towards the mention of his older brother; progress was being made.
They arrived at Tsunade's practice a couple of minutes later and after Sasuke had found a decent parking spot they made their way to the building, avoiding the puddles on the sidewalk as much as they could. They had arrived with a few minutes to spare, but as soon as they opened the door, Shizune appeared in the hallway with her ever present friendly smile on her face.
"If you want, you can go inside. Tsunade-sama is ready," she informed them.
"Well, that's easy," Naruto muttered and they entered Tsunade's office, finding her setting up the monitor already.
"Ah, Naruto, Uchiha-san," she greeted them, straightening up and stepping away from the monitor. She walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled on some gloves. "How have you been doing, Naruto?"
"Fine, the nausea seems to have finally stopped," he told her and slipped off his jacket.
"That's good to hear," she hummed and beckoned him towards the scales. "Stand on the scales for a moment. I'm going to check your weight."
After weighing him and checking his vitals she directed him to the examination table.
"Let us see how the baby is doing, hm?" she said, grabbing the transducer. "Lay down and pull up your sweater, please. Remember, this will be a bit cold."
His stomach muscles contracted a bit at the sensation of the cold gel being smeared on top of it, but he was more prepared now and the coldness didn't take him by surprise anymore. The transducer was placed on top of his stomach and gently pressed down while Tsunade slowly slid it around. She bent closer to the screen and let out a satisfied sound.
"Looks like the baby is doing quite well," she smiled, sliding the transducer to Naruto's lower stomach. "See here? This is the head and this is the body. These are the arms."
Naruto cocked his head and to his surprise he could actually distinguish the form of the baby on the screen. Two months before it had been nothing but a blob, but now it was clearly a little human, waving his or her arms around.
"During the next check-up I'll be able to tell with more certainty whether you're expecting a boy or a girl, but so far it's looking good," Tsunade continued satisfied.
"You hear that, Sasuke? Guess the recipes are doing their job," Naruto grinned, turning his head to look at his friend. He blinked when he noticed how transfixed black eyes were staring at his bared stomach and he felt himself flush; a hint of embarrassment creeping up on him. "Sasuke?"
Sasuke blinked rapidly and shook his head, fixing his attention on the screen. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were already showing," he mumbled and cleared his throat. He addressed Tsunade, who raised an eyebrow. "So you can't determine the sex yet?"
She shook her head, bringing the transducer a bit higher. "No, it will be easier to check it during the fifth month. Besides the baby has turned away now, so I wouldn't be able to check either way."
"But the baby is fine, right?" Naruto asked for confirmation, his eyes gluing themselves onto the screen against his will.
That was the baby growing inside of him, looking more and more like a human with every day that passed. His stomach did an odd flip at the thought and he swallowed.
"The baby is doing fine," she confirmed. "Growing as expected. You want me to print some pictures of the ultrasound or do you want to wait for the next month?"
"Print them," Sasuke replied instantly; his gaze still studying the screen intently. "It'll be something to pacify Sakura for a bit." The corners of his mouth twitched a bit.
Tsunade nodded and set about printing the pictures.
Ten minutes later they were outside again; Naruto fiddling with his zipper while waiting for Sasuke to end his call with whoever had wanted to speak to him when they had just closed the door behind them.
The annoyed grunt escaping the dark haired man made Naruto look up and he raised an eyebrow in a silent inquiry as to what was wrong.
"I have to go back to the office for a bit," Sasuke explained; a heavy frown cleaving his forehead in two. "Some idiots have fucked up an important file and they need my help to fix it."
"Okay, good luck with that," Naruto said, smiling sympathetically.
"I can still drop you off at home," Sasuke offered, already snatching his car keys out of his pocket.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm planning on doing a bit of shopping before I go home. I still need to buy a present for Sakura-chan," Naruto admitted sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Good luck with that," Sasuke echoed with a smirk. "Come on, I'll drop you off at the main street."
They both ignored the way dark eyes fell on Naruto's belly, hidden behind his jacket – even if it made Naruto's stomach do a funny flip.
Fifteen minutes later Naruto found himself surrounded by various shops and with no clue whatsoever what to buy for his friend. A gustily sigh left him and he grimaced, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. This was what he got for procrastinating the search for gifts. He only had one more day left to find a gift and he had no idea at all what to give to the pink haired woman.
Another piece of clothing? That would be stupid, he quickly decided, and besides he wouldn't know what kind of clothing to buy for Sakura. Scarves and gloves were safe, but actual clothing? Yeah, no, it was better to stay clear from that.
Still he needed to find something and soon; he couldn't show up empty handed on her birthday!
Something brightly coloured attracted his attention and he blinked, turning around. He found himself standing in front of a store called Kodomo Boutique. There were three pregnant mannequins to his left, dressed in cute dresses and sweaters and skirts, showing off their bump, and various baby furniture to the right, including a dresser and a pink coloured bed. There was also a white pram right in front of him, which contained a plastic baby dressed in a white onesie with the words 'World's Best Mum!' stitched in the middle with bright blue thread.
Without realising it, his hand drifted down to cover his stomach as he studied the onesie carefully. What if he …
"Uzumaki-san? Is that you?"
AN2: *dramatic drumroll* Now who could that be? ~
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
For the ones interested: I wrote Sasuke's pov of The Big Day in honour of his birthday last weekend. It's called The Last Chance if anyone wants to read it :)
Next chapter of this fic will be posted on the eleventh of August.
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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