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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
- 11
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- 13
Author's note: Writing this chapter went remarkably smooth at times ...
Warnings: drama; some slurs; bigotry; protective Sasuke
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 12
"Uchiha-san," Naruto said neutrally, placing the apple juice on the counter next to him.
Dark eyes landed on his stomach and Fugaku's mouth tightened. "So my son decided to go through with it after all," he remarked flatly, remaining in the doorway, blocking Naruto's way out.
As if you didn't know that before, Naruto thought, and said aloud, "Yes, he did." He leant against the counter and crossed his arms in front of his stomach, hoping he came across as relaxed and not as tense as he felt. Why was Fugaku here?
"I've questioned your decision making before, but this one really trumps everything," Fugaku sneered; his eyes glinting coldly.
"Well, it's a good thing then that this decision isn't any of your business, is it?" Naruto bit out defensively.
"Not any of my business?" the older man repeated incredulously, taking a step closer. "It became my business when my son decided to choose you to carry my grandchild."
You, out of all people, remained unspoken but clear as the other man stared him down with contempt.
Naruto straightened his shoulders, glaring right back at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" he hissed, clenching his hands in anger.
"I think you know exactly what I mean," Fugaku answered coldly. "He should have chosen to adopt instead of sleeping with the likes of you. I don't want to imagine how that child will turn out with you being its carrier. It might have something wrong with - "
"How about you shut the fu- "
"What's going on here?" Sasuke's voice made them both halt and Naruto's eyes widened a tad when his friend pushed past his father inside the kitchen. The dark haired man looked back and forth between his friend and his father, narrowing his eyes. "Well?"
Fugaku raised an eyebrow, relaxing his posture. "Just discussing the baby a bit," he replied mildly.
Naruto couldn't supress a bitter snort and looked away when dark eyes flitted over to him, wrapping his arms around himself. That was one way to describe their conversation he supposed.
Sasuke seemed to have picked up on the tension between the two men, because he turned towards his father, coincidentally blocking Fugaku's view of the blond man. "That's nice. Why don't you go back? Sakura is waiting to open your and mother's gift until you're there," he stated blankly.
"She doesn't want you there too?" Fugaku remarked.
"She already opened my present," Sasuke retorted and didn't budge until his father had left the kitchen with a quiet snort. Only then did he turn around to study Naruto. "Are you okay?"
Naruto breathed out slowly, rubbing his hand over his left arm. "I'm fine," he mumbled, but that was a lie. Fugaku's comment about something possibly being wrong with the baby because Naruto was the one carrying it had hit him harder than he liked to admit. He knew he shouldn't care about what Fugaku thought – he had heard worse of the man before – but shaking off that particular remark was more difficult than he had expected.
"You're not fine." Sasuke frowned, stepping closer. "What did he say, Naruto?"
"Nothing, just the same bullshit as always," the blond replied flippantly, forcing himself to sound light-hearted. He pushed himself off the counter, trying not to pay too much attention to how close he stood against his friend now. "So Sakura-chan is still opening presents? You're sure your car is big enough to carry all of them home?" he asked teasingly, but even his own ears picked up how fake he sounded and he grimaced.
"Naruto, tell me: what did he say to you?" Sasuke demanded; his frown deepening.
"If you're not careful, you're going to get wrinkles before you're thirty," Naruto pointed out in a feeble attempt to change the subject, but of course he was unsuccessful. Sasuke was like a pitbull once he honed in on something; he wouldn't leave things alone until he was satisfied.
"Naruto," Sasuke growled and leant forwards, his arms landing on each side of Naruto, caging him in. He was standing so close that their stomachs brushed together with Naruto's next exhale and he froze, suddenly acutely aware of Sasuke's close proximity.
The dark haired man brought his head closer until their noses nearly brushed against each other and Naruto's had the sudden thought that this position would be difficult and awkward to explain to anyone walking in on them now. He still didn't move away.
"What. Did. He. Say." Each word was stressed and yet Sasuke managed to turn what was supposed to sound like a question into an order.
"He was just being his usual bastard self, nothing more," Naruto sighed, unwilling to risk Sasuke becoming angry and confronting Fugaku. It wouldn't be the first time Sasuke defended him against his own father, but he didn't want a fight to erupt between the two Uchiha men on Sakura's birthday.
"You don't look like it was nothing more," Sasuke countered and in his eyes brewed a storm. "What happened? Tell me."
"It's something stupid, okay?" Naruto huffed, looking away as his cheeks heated up in shame. "He was just talking bullshit; that you'd be better off adopting a baby instead of letting me carry it, because … Because something might be wrong with it."
For a few seconds nothing happened and then Sasuke suddenly whirled around; his face contorting with anger. "That fucking bastard!"
Naruto snatched him by his arm before he could take more than a couple of steps. "Wait! What the hell are you going to do?" he asked alarmed.
"I'm going to tell my dear father to fuck off and mind his own damn business!" Sasuke spat, shaking his arm impatiently.
The blond man only strengthened his grip, definitely not planning on letting go of his friend now. Sasuke informing his father to fuck off was a sure recipe to turn Sakura's birthday into a disaster and she didn't deserve that.
"No, you're not," he hissed, glancing warily at the door opening. So far nobody had shown up yet to check on them, but he doubted they would remain alone for much longer. Any moment now Sakura would notice that both her best friend and husband had disappeared.
"Yes, I am! He has no right to talk to you like that and it's beyond time he learns to get the fuck over his issues with you," Sasuke growled, tugging at his arm again.
"Look, he's not worth it, all right?" Naruto argued, shaking his head. "You're only going to ruin Sakura-chan's birthday if you have an argument with your father."
Sasuke glared at him. "He doesn't get to talk to you like that! You're my best friend and - "
"Thanks for wanting to stick up for me, but really, Sasuke, he isn't worth the trouble, okay?" Naruto sighed and released his friend's arm cautiously, ready to grab him again in case he decided to go after his father after all. "He's just sprouting bullshit like usual. I'm just going to ignore him."
"You're up for staying here?" Sasuke inquired; his features softening with concern.
The blond man opened his mouth to reassure him, paused and closed his mouth again as hesitation filled him. No, he wasn't really in the mood anymore to remain here. The confrontation with Fugaku, short as it had been, had knocked him off balance it felt like and he wasn't looking forward to going back inside and putting on a cheerful face for his friend.
It was stupid, really, to let such a remark cut him so deeply when before Fugaku's sneers had bounced off him – and that old bastard had made it clear plenty of times what exactly he thought of Naruto. So his latest remark shouldn't have come as a surprise, especially not with Naruto knowing how much value the older man put on family.
It was just … A part of him had expected Fugaku to soften up a bit, now that he was carrying the man's grandchild. He hadn't really hoped for it, knowing better than to do that, but well, was it that strange to expect a man so fixated on family to be at least a bit more polite towards the person carrying his first grandchild?
Apparently it was.
"No, not really," he admitted reluctantly when Sasuke just kept looking at him questioningly. He smiled weakly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I think I'll go home now. I'm – not really in the mood anymore for the party, sorry. Can you tell Sakura-chan I'm leaving? I'd do it, but you Uchiha can be way too curious and I can't deal with them right now." He exhaled loudly; the thought of various Uchiha asking why he was leaving already feeling quite daunting all of a sudden.
"Okay, give me a moment to get my keys," Sasuke replied easily and it took a few seconds before Naruto understood the meaning of his answer.
"Wait, what? No, you don't have to bring me!" he protested instantly, waving his right hand dismissively. "I can take the bus back, no problem."
"Naruto, I'm bringing you home and that's final," Sasuke retorted with an impatient huff, turning around again to leave the kitchen. "Just go wait in my car; I'll be there in a couple of minutes."
"Seriously, Sasuke, that's not necessary!" Naruto insisted, snatching his wrist to stop him. "It's Sakura-chan's birthday, you need to be here."
Sasuke glanced back and rolled his eyes. "Sakura is a big girl; she doesn't need to hold my hand the entire time," he said dryly. "Just stop being stupid and let me drive you home, okay?"
The blue eyed man opened his mouth to argue some more, not seeing the need to use Sasuke's car when he could easily take public transport again, but the look in dark eyes made him pause. He deflated slightly, giving in with a sigh that was more fond than annoyed.
"Fine, if you're so eager to waste gas, bastard, then by all means," he muttered, releasing Sasuke's wrist.
"It's not wasting gas if it's you, you idiot," Sasuke snorted and left the room without looking back.
That was a good thing too, because Naruto felt like he was resembling a tomato with how fiercely he was blushing all of a sudden.
Get it together, he admonished himself and made his way outside, waiting by Sasuke's car.
Resolutely ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at the quick, easy smile Sasuke gifted him with before unlocking the car and gesturing him inside.
God, he was so screwed.
"Call me if you need anything, okay?" Sasuke remarked as he slowed down to a stop in front of Naruto's apartment.
Naruto snorted, eyeing his best friend incredulously. "I'm not sick, you know. Just fed up with your father."
A dark eyebrow was quirked up while Sasuke remained silent, tapping his fingers slowly on the steering wheel, as he gazed at Naruto calmly.
The man in question threw up his hands and huffed, shaking his head. "You're ridiculous," he informed the older man flatly before he opened his door and got out.
"My father's always been a bastard. Don't let him get to you, all right?" Sasuke said and Naruto froze briefly in surprise before he relaxed and smiled.
"Yeah, I know. Thanks." He shut the door behind him and waved the dark haired man off as he started his car again and drove away.
His mood lifted a bit, he made his way into the building, hoping there was some interesting movie playing now.
A couple of hours later, right into the middle of an action scene, Naruto's phone buzzed with an incoming message and he lifted it from the arm of the couch.
'Mother somehow figured out father was talking bullshit again. He's not looking too happy now. Think he might be banished to the couch again.'
Naruto guffawed, the mental image of a sulking Fugaku being forced to sleep on the couch too funny to ignore.
And that was one of the many reasons why he loved Sasuke's mother: she didn't even accept bullshit from her own husband.
"Karma, arsehole," he smirked and settled down more comfortably on his couch; spirits definitely higher than they were before.
Naruto read the letter again and again, certain the wording would change, but it didn't. The words stayed the same, printed stark black on white and the message remained polite, but ruthless.
Dear Residents,
We regret to inform you that the entire Leafblade Apartment Complex has been sold to the city. The complex will be torn down completely to make place for three residencies.
The start of the demolition of the building will occur on the fourth of May.
All residents are asked to vacant the premises no later than the second of May.
We reserve the right to destroy any property left behind under Code …
The rest of the eviction notice discussed more codes and laws, where they could direct their questions or complaints at and when the last rent was due. Sending in complaints seemed fairly useless, considering everything was already planned and the council wouldn't budge on this.
In less than a month Naruto would be homeless.
"Fuck," he whispered and rubbed roughly over his forehead, wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do now. He had settled on this apartment because, despite how shitty it overall was, it was still the cheapest option he had found in this village.
There had been one other place, slightly cheaper than this one, but the people hanging around that building had set him on edge the minute he saw them and he had enough self-preservation to never look back at that place, even if it meant paying a bit more for this place. He preferred having to cough up a bit more money in exchange for not being constantly on edge in his own home.
None of that mattered anymore, though, because he would be losing this place in less than a month. Not for a simple renovation, which would have meant he could still return after the place had been fixed up, but the building would be completely torn down. There wouldn't be any home to return to after the second of May.
His breath hitched and he gnawed on his lower lip, staring blankly at that damning letter. Shit, what was he going to do now? Where on earth could he go? All the other places up for rent in the village were too expensive – there was no way he could afford the rent there plus his regular bills plus groceries plus any other expenses which might pop up on the salary he had. It would be a choice between eating or paying rent and while he might have skipped a few days of decent meals in order to pay the rent on time, in those places he probably would only have money for food for a week – and that was if he was lucky and the prices hadn't gone up yet again.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Each curse was accompanied with his fist slamming down onto the table until his hand throbbed and he gnashed his teeth together, glaring down at the aching limb. Blue eyes slipped down to his belly then – growing more rounded and pronounced with each week that passed – and his stomach churned, nausea stirring, and something seemed to block his throat. He was afraid to open his mouth now, fearing he could throw up at any moment.
Fuck, what was he going to do about the baby? In order for the baby to remain healthy and safe, Naruto would need to eat regular, healthy meals. To have access to said meals, he'd need a place to live to be able to cook them. He couldn't have the baby in him suffer just because the council had decided to evict people from their homes.
Where the hell was he going to find a good – and equally as important: affordable – place to live at such short notice? Were there even places available that he could afford with his small pay check?
He was so incredibly fucked.
That realisation had him jumping up, snatching his keys and a hoodie on his way out. He hurried down the steps – as much as the extra weight at the front would allow him – as if something was chasing him. It definitely felt like that. He couldn't stay a minute longer in the apartment, the walls seemingly closing down on him. The place he had called his home for so many months, now felt restrictive and he didn't think he could breathe until he was outside.
The rush of nearby traffic greeted him as soon as he set foot outside and he made his way down the street, sidestepping some branches which had broken off after the storm a couple of days ago. The air outside wasn't exactly fresher – not with the exhaust fumes lingering in the air – but the chill edge to it helped his frenzied thoughts somewhat. He slipped into his dark blue hoodie and stuck his hands into the pockets. It had originally belonged to Sasuke, gifted to him by one of his many family members, but the dark haired man had never been fond of hoodies and had promptly given it to Naruto when the younger man had complained about being cold one day a couple of years ago. It was slightly loose on his frame, but it was comfortably warm and enough to keep the cold air out.
So what was he going to do now? What kind of plan could he come up with that would ensure him a new place by the time he was evicted from this one? As his mind whirled with ideas, disregarding one after the other, his feet led him to a small park a couple of blocks down from his apartment. This late in the evening there were no children playing; all having gone home to eat dinner and go to sleep. Dusk was settling in and soon it would grow completely dark. Already the sky was streaked a dark purple and blue with only a faint sheen of orange left.
There were no people at the entrance; the wooden benches devoid of any occupants, but there was some noise filtering through from the other side of the park, indicating there was at least one small group there.
Wanting to be on his own, he chose to sit down on the bench nearest to the entrance; the coldness of the wood seeping through his trousers the second he sat down.
What to do? That question kept popping up in his mind, not intending on leaving him alone any time soon. A question he couldn't figure out the answer to, no matter what kind of ideas he tried to come up. It boiled down to one issue and one issue only: money.
With the money he had now he couldn't afford any of the places up for rent here. They were all out of his budget; he couldn't even skip any meals now like he had done before with the baby growing inside of him.
Absentmindedly his hand came to rest on top of his belly, his thumb rubbing distracted circles over it. He was currently five months pregnant; when he had made the offer, it had never crossed his mind that he could lose his apartment soon. He couldn't be really blamed for that, though, right? How was he supposed to know that the council had been vying for the apartment complex for months before they finally came to an agreement with the owner?
"Fuck," he muttered and his hand stilled as he glowered at the swings. What was he supposed to do now? Where was he going to find a place in less than a month and which he could afford with his meagre pay check?
Maybe he could …
Crude, loud laughter broke through his thoughts and cerulean blue eyes flickered to the right, taking note of the group of four men slowly approaching him. One of them – a broad shouldered guy – swung something around in the air, heavily gesturing with both his hands. The object passed underneath one of the lights and Naruto recognised it as a beer bottle. Two of the other guys carried them as well; the smallest one of the group bringing it to his mouth to chug from it.
Great, just what he needed: a bunch of tipsy, possibly drunk, guys screwing around in the park. It really wasn't his day, was it?
"Just pass on through," he murmured underneath his breath, keeping his gaze locked onto the sandy ground in front of him; not in the mood for any possible trouble that could occur if they started paying attention to him. "Just go on."
They walked past him, casting long shadows across the ground, as the tallest of the group was saying, "… and she actually thinks she's such a great catch that I can't get any better. Can you believe that?" He snorted loudly, shaking his head.
"Told you before that fucking that bitch wasn't worth it," the broad shouldered guy – who had orange hair – snickered. "Shouldn't have bothered with her, dude."
They approached the entrance, throwing their beer bottles in the direction of a bin and missing it completely. Their footsteps echoed in the silence and Naruto allowed himself to breathe out in relief, sinking a bit deeper onto the bench.
"Hey, guys! Look what we have here!" one of the guys suddenly called out gleefully and Naruto's head shot up alerted. Four pairs of eyes were regarding him with a glint in them that didn't put the blond man at ease one bit.
"Oh fuck," he cursed and hastily stood up. Before he could take more than a couple of steps away from the bench, the four men had already surrounded him, blocking off any possible escape route.
"Don't think I've seen freaks like you around here so late," the small guy grinned roguishly.
The last guy of the group – a thin, lanky man with glasses – drawled, "Never understood why any guy would want to get knocked up. Bad enough you like taking it up the arse, but to actually get knocked up too? Doesn't sound like you're a guy. More like a chick without boobs." That sparked a round of loud laughter.
Naruto gritted his teeth together, eyeing them carefully. He wasn't bad at fighting and he could easily take on the four of them – if he hadn't been expecting a baby. He couldn't allow this to get out of control that badly; he couldn't lose the baby. However the four douchebags didn't seem intent on leaving him alone any time soon. Fuck, what the hell was their problem?!
"Look, I'm not looking for any trouble, all right?" he said, forcing himself to sound calm, but his heart was beating quicker and quicker, as if he was running a marathon and his muscles tensed up.
"No, you're looking for someone to bend you over like the fucking faggot you are, huh?" the tall guy sneered; his muddy brown eyes gleaming viciously. "How does it feel to be such a fucking disgrace?"
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me how it feels to be such a fucking coward that you need your friends to go up against me?" Naruto snapped angrily.
The first punch snapped his head to the left.
AN2: Did I really end the chapter on that note? Yes, yes, I did. Why? Because I'm evil I suppose.
You know the drill by now: please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
The next chapter will be posted on the eight of September.
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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