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Crossing Boundaries for You	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 12499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Author's note: I'm not entirely certain about this chapter, but I couldn't figure out what to change about it, so yeah ...
Thanks to the following reviewer: Becky
Warnings: hm, nothing really special I think
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 14
"Are you okay?" Sasuke demanded, coming to a halt in front of the blond man.
Naruto smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head for a few seconds before he brushed against a sensitive spot. He hastily pulled his hand away with a quiet hiss; that was going to be one nasty bump on his head tomorrow. "The baby's fine; baa-chan checked," he reassured his friend.
He received a scowl in reply, which took him aback. "I know – Itachi told me that on the phone. I asked whether you're okay, you idiot."
Only Sasuke could simultaneously insult someone and express concern over that same person in one breath. "I'm fine," Naruto sighed, rubbing his hands over his thighs. "Mostly some bruises, but nothing broken. Got some salve for those bruises and some painkillers."
Relief crossed Sasuke's face quickly before he frowned. "What were you doing at the park at that hour?" he asked perplexed.
I needed to clear my head after hearing I'm getting evicted, Naruto thought but the words wouldn't pass his lips. Instead he shrugged and glanced away, staring at Tsunade's desk. "Just wanted to walk around for a bit," he mumbled, rubbing his arm and ignoring how his muscles protested. "Didn't know those fuckers would be there as well."
"Did you take a good look at them?" Sasuke questioned, ignoring Tsunade who was walking around him to put away her supplies.
"I – guess so. Why?" Naruto asked warily, not liking that particular tone in Sasuke's voice.
"To file charges of course," Sasuke stated matter-of-factly. "Those bastards need to be locked up for what they did to you."
The blond couldn't contain a snort of disbelief. "Please, you think the police would find them? They'd write down my testimony and file it away most likely," he retorted, scowling. He had come into contact with the police a couple of times when he was younger – stupid stuff like spraying graffiti on the walls and sneaking into locked up places – and thanks to that he didn't have a very good reputation with them. There were also some arseholes on the force who thought men like Naruto – men who could carry children – were lesser beings than them, weaker, and it would just be Naruto's shitty luck to encounter a policeman like that if he went to file charges.
"Naruto, they can't just get away with this!" Sasuke bit out, narrowing his eyes in anger. "They attacked you! What would have happened if Itachi hadn't driven by, huh? You could have died, you could have lost the baby! Those arseholes need to be behind bars!"
"You know I don't have the best reputation with the police, Sasuke!" Naruto bit back, irritation flaring up. "Not to mention there are still shitheads on the force who - "
"If I may interrupt," Itachi cut off Naruto calmly, "I know a detective who can help you out. He isn't affiliated with the police here, so he doesn't know of your reputation and he isn't biased either."
"Why on earth would you know a detective?" Sasuke inquired suspiciously.
Itachi raised an eyebrow. "Met him at university," was all he offered as explanation before addressing Naruto again, "Would you be willing to talk to him? Because Sasuke is correct – if I had been any later or if I hadn't been there at all, this could have ended worse for you than bruises only."
Naruto's instinctive reaction was to refuse, not having much trust in authorities. But as he mulled it over in his head, he realised it would probably be better for him to talk to that detective – if only to make sure they wouldn't go after him for a second time. He had been rather lucky tonight to have Itachi drive by, but he couldn't count on being lucky every time. He couldn't risk the baby again – not that he was planning on returning to that park during the evening any time soon, but well …
"Yeah, fine, I'll talk to him," he muttered, not looking forward to it at all.
Itachi nodded and produced some paper and a pen from god knew where. "Here, write down what you can remember of their appearance now. I'll call him tonight, but he has to drive over from another city so he won't be here immediately."
"Why do I have to write that down now?" Naruto questioned confused, accepting the paper and the pen.
"Because now your memory of them is still fresh – it won't be that tomorrow when you talk to him," Itachi explained patiently.
As Sasuke started hounding Tsunade about Naruto's injuries and what she had done to treat them – which she answered with a surprising amount of patience – Naruto hastily jotted down what he could remember of those bastards; exhaustion finally really catching up to him.
He just wanted to go home now and sleep and forget all this shit for one night. That wasn't too much to ask, right?
"Well, I've arrived in one piece; you can go now," Naruto said, slipping the eviction notice underneath some magazines before Sasuke could catch a glimpse of it.
"I'm staying the night."
It was so casually said that at first Naruto didn't take notice of it as his mind had already wandered to the upcoming daunting task of changing into his pyjamas. The painkillers were slow to kick in and raising his arms in order to pull off the hoodie again was not something he was looking forward to. Then Sasuke's words finally registered and he whipped his head around – paying for that action with a sharp stab of pain shooting up his neck.
"What? No, you're not," he argued, completely taken aback. "Why the hell would you stay the night?"
A black eyebrow rose up. "It's not like I've never spent the night before," Sasuke pointed out, rolling his eyes. "And I want to make sure you're okay."
Blue eyes stared at him non-comprehendingly. "You did. You drove me home and you heard Tsunade say I'm okay; just some bruises and a headache," Naruto said slowly, trying to figure out what Sasuke's aim was.
"Yes, she said that, but I still want to stay here in case you don't end up feeling well after all," Sasuke retorted infuriatingly calm. He made his way to the kitchen. "You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll make something for the both of us."
Naruto followed right after him, getting a bit worked up. "Look, I don't need a freaking babysitter, okay?" he said annoyed, watching how Sasuke looked through his fridge. "I can take care of myself; I don't need you to stay the night!"
There was a pause and Naruto shuffled his feet when he became aware of the sudden shift in the air; the atmosphere between them growing heavy with something he couldn't name. Slowly Sasuke closed the fridge and turned around, crossing his arms as he stared at the blond man with a blank face.
"I was just rounding off a meeting when I got called by my brother," he started and the seemingly non-sequitur opening took Naruto so off guard that he kept quiet. "I got to hear that while I was arguing the details of a contract with an old bag, you were being attacked by four guys. You could have died. You could have lost the baby. And I wouldn't have been able to do a damn thing about that." Bitterness and anger flashed up in those dark eyes.
"Sasuke, this wasn't your fault," Naruto murmured, slipping his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "Me getting attacked – I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"That doesn't make it any better, Naruto!" Sasuke suddenly exploded, slamming his fist against one of the cabinets. "You were fucking attacked! You were attacked and I wasn't there to help you!"
Naruto jumped, staring wide-eyed at his heavily breathing friend. Cautiously he took a step forwards. "I know it doesn't make it better, but … I didn't die and I didn't lose the baby. You – you can't seriously be blaming yourself just because you weren't there?" Incredulity coloured his voice and he took another step forwards. "It's not like you could anticipate that I would be attacked. You don't need to stay the night to assuage your guilt – I'm not holding anything against you, you idiot. This was just a case of me having major shitty bad luck; that's all."
"I'm not feeling guilty."
That was a bold faced lie, but Naruto was smart enough to keep his mouth shut about that. No need to wind up the dark haired man even more.
"I just – want to take care of you tonight; keep an eye on you," Sasuke admitted stiffly, looking away.
That … Well, Naruto had no rebuttal against such a confession. He knew it hadn't been easy for the dark haired man to admit something like that aloud and he found he couldn't refuse him. If Sasuke would feel better spending the night and witnessing with his own eyes that Naruto was fine, then the pregnant man wouldn't kick him out. It was the least he could do after making Sasuke worry that much, he conceded even if his stomach did nervous flips at the thought of his best friend spending the night.
Really, Sasuke had spent the night before; not a big deal.
Except this time, it felt like a big deal.
"I thought you would be sleeping on the couch," Naruto commented dumbly, unable to avert his eyes as Sasuke casually took off his clothing and pulled on some sweatpants and a shirt of the blond. The impromptu sleepover – and god, that sounded so damn juvenile – had left Sasuke without his own sleepwear, so he was forced to borrow some of Naruto's. Fortunately they were quite similar in size so the clothes fit Sasuke well.
Even if it was strange to see him in bright orange sweatpants.
Slender fingers plucked at the thin fabric in distaste. "Trust you to find orange sweatpants," Sasuke scoffed, shaking his head, and Naruto scowled at him.
What the hell was wrong with orange? It was a warm, bright colour! It reminded him of sweet oranges and beautiful sunsets. What wasn't there to like about it?
"How do you suppose I keep an eye on you if I sleep on the couch and you in here?" Sasuke retorted, quirking an eyebrow. He added, almost like an afterthought, "Not like this would be the first time we share the futon."
No, it wasn't, but the last time they had shared it, they had had sex in it and Naruto's cheeks dyed a crimson red at the memory of it. He cleared his throat, ignoring Sasuke's sharp look, and shuffled in the direction of the bathroom.
"Right, well, I'm going to take a quick shower first. I still got some grime on me left from the park," he muttered, scratching idly at his left wrist.
"You need some help?"
Naruto turned his head and stared at the older man incredulously. "I'm capable of taking a shower on my own, thanks," he replied annoyed and closed the door of the bathroom behind him before Sasuke could form a retort.
The painkillers had finally kicked in and he could step out of his clothes without fearing pain flaring up like a quick, temperamental fire. Sure, there were still some twinges and some light aches, but he felt a lot better compared to a few hours ago. He would probably feel like crap tomorrow again, but those were worries for the next day. Now he could take a shower without feeling like he would fall apart.
When he walked back into his bedroom – already dressed in his pyjamas – Sasuke was slipping his phone into the pocket of his discarded trousers and picked up the tube with the salve Tsunade had given him.
"Figured it was best to put the salve on the bruises again now that you washed it off in the shower," Sasuke explained, holding up the tube in the air. "I could get your back."
Naruto narrowed his eyes slightly, approaching his friend slowly. Sasuke was being oddly – well, thoughtful was the wrong word, because it wasn't as if Sasuke was cold on other moments, but he was definitely acting different than usual. Was this his father instinct acting up? He was being more careful and concerned than he usually was when Naruto had got himself into a stupid spat.
Almost as if he was treating …
Naruto cut off the thought before it had the chance to form completely and sank down on the futon. "Yeah, thanks," he muttered and fumbled a bit with his shirt, wondering whether he should pull it off or not to access the bruises, before thinking fuck it and stripping it off of him. That left him bare chested and he was hyper aware of a heavy gaze studying him.
He held out his hand. "Salve," he muttered and the cold tube was placed in his hand. As he squirted some of the white cream on his right hand, he felt dark eyes trailing lower.
"Your stomach's getting more rounded," Sasuke remarked quietly and blue eyes flicked towards him in surprise before looking down.
Having entered his fifth month his stomach was indeed more rounded now and bigger. It no longer looked like he had just eaten too much; now it was clear that he was carrying a child. Rubbing the cream on the bruises of his left arm first, he joked weakly, "Yeah, can't pose like a swimsuit model any longer."
"Do you regret it?" Sasuke suddenly asked; his eyes intense when they glanced up at the blond man.
Naruto froze for a few seconds before forcing himself to relax and tend to the bruises on his right arm. "Regret what?" he questioned lightly.
"Carrying my baby," Sasuke answered softly; his fingers twitching.
Blond eyebrows furrowed. "No, why would I?"
"You got attacked for it."
Naruto couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. "They might have still attacked me even if I wasn't pregnant. Personally I think they were just looking for a fight and I was an easy target," he added, a tad bitterly. Forcing a light tone, he continued, "Besides it's a bit late to ask me that, no? What? Are you the one wanting to back out?"
"Fuck no! I want this baby!" Sasuke replied unexpectedly vehement, dark eyes gleaming, and the younger man nodded.
"And I want to help you," he said before handing over the tube to the dark haired man. "I'm taking you up on your offer to take care of my back."
Nothing else was said between them as Sasuke methodically and carefully rubbed the cream onto the bruises on Naruto's back. Sometimes his fingers strayed towards Naruto's sides, twitching slightly as if he was itching to touch Naruto's stomach and the blond man stuffed his own hands underneath his thighs to stop them from grabbing Sasuke's hands and pressing them on his belly. That would feel too intimate right now and his nerves were already shot at the prospect of sleeping with Sasuke in the same futon again. He was being ridiculous, he knew, but he couldn't help himself.
The tube was closed with a quiet 'snap' and the sheets rustled as they made themselves comfortable on the futon, lying back to back as some moonlight poured between a gap in the curtain.
"Good night, Sasuke," Naruto murmured, feeling oddly vulnerable next to his best friend.
"Night, Naruto," came the equally soft reply back.
Naruto's last thought before sleep welcomed him was whether Sakura knew Sasuke was staying the night.
When they woke up the next morning, neither of them remarked on the fact that Sasuke had had one hand covering Naruto's belly during the night or that he had been laying rather close against the blond. They parted after breakfast; Naruto promising to let Sasuke know when he had talked to the detective.
As Naruto stood in the middle of his kitchen, hearing the door close behind Sasuke, and contemplating the way he had woken up this morning, he wondered whether something had changed.
He hoped not; that would only bring more trouble. Trouble he wasn't ready to deal with.
"I heard Kakashi-san found the ones who attacked you," Deidara said, idly stirring a spoon in his cup of tea.
"Yeah, they're currently in a cell," Naruto confirmed, thumbing at the ear of his own mug.
It was Thursday afternoon, a week after he had been attacked in the park, and he was visiting Deidara at the place he shared with Itachi. Judging by the size of the house – not to mention the garden – the couple wasn't doing badly when it concerned finances. Naruto would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of the large and beautiful house.
"I bet you're relieved now, un," Deidara said sympathetically, rubbing his stomach idly. At seven months his belly was quite a bit bigger than Naruto's and he was sitting sideways in his chair to give his stomach more room.
"Yeah, can't say I wasn't happy when he called me with the news," Naruto admitted with a wry grin, running a hand through his hair.
Hatake Kakashi was the name of the detective Itachi knew. Naruto had met the older man last Thursday and he had been taken aback initially by the dark mask covering half of Kakashi's face. His silver, spiky hair also clashed with his youthful face and while Naruto was pretty certain he had seen a porn novel peeking out of the man's jacket, the detective had been professional and had written down all the details Naruto could remember from the attack. He had left the apartment with the reassurance that he would catch the guys and make certain they would face trial.
Two days ago Naruto had got a call during his lunch from Kakashi, who told him that he had managed to find all four of them and they were currently in a holding cell, awaiting their trial.
While Naruto hadn't really feared that the four men would come back to target him once more, he had to admit he was pretty relieved now that there was no possibility of accidentally encountering them on the streets again. Kakashi might be an odd guy, but he definitely knew how to do his job.
"Yeah, I bet you are," Deidara smiled before hesitatingly visibly. Cautiously he asked, "Is Haruno-san still angry?"
The younger blond grimaced, leaning back in his chair. Sakura hadn't been happy when she had discovered what had happened to Naruto. Apparently Sasuke hadn't told her anything about the attack; she had had a nightshift and had only discovered what had happened when she had popped by Naruto's work on Friday to share some lunch and had witnessed some of his bruises. Her concern for him and the baby had had her yelling at him for keeping something as severe as an attack from her and Sasuke had received his share of yelling through the phone.
In Naruto's defence he had assumed she had known about it through Sasuke; it hadn't occurred to him that Sasuke might have kept quiet about it.
"I talked to her yesterday and she didn't sound angry anymore," Naruto sighed, wrapping his hands around his mug. Sasuke on the other hand might still be in the doghouse so to speak. Apparently he hadn't told Sakura either that he had spent the night at Naruto's apartment and that had caused another argument between the couple, leaving Naruto feeling quite awkward when he had been caught into the middle of it when he had visited them that Friday evening.
He still didn't know why Sasuke hadn't at least texted Sakura even if she had had a nightshift, but he wasn't planning on stirring that particular hornet's nest.
"If Sasuke-kun is anything like Itachi, it's not like him to forget to mention something as major as that," Deidara murmured, wrinkling his nose.
Naruto shrugged. "He normally isn't, but I guess he was too frazzled at the time," he commented, taking a sip of his tea. Sasuke had acted rather frazzled after the attack; the blond man couldn't really blame him. If the roles had been reversed, he would have been distracted as well and probably wouldn't have thought of texting his partner.
Maybe. Probably not. Didn't matter anyway.
"So," Deidara drawled, regarding him with sharp eyes. "You're going to tell me what's been bothering you, un?"
"What?" Naruto asked startled, staring wide eyed at the older man.
"We might not know each other that long yet, but I can tell there's something bothering you," Deidara explained frankly, crossing his arms on top of his belly. "I thought it had to do with the attackers at first, but that's not really it. Not anymore at least, un."
Naruto hesitated, biting his lip as he contemplated whether or not to confide into the older blond. The eviction note had been on his mind ever since he had received it a week ago and while the attack had temporarily distracted him, now with the attackers locked up, his mind was constantly mulling over the letter. It hovered in the back of his mind during classes, reminding him with every day that passed that he still didn't have any idea what he was going to do now.
He still didn't have enough money to rent a new apartment. Jiraiya only had one bedroom and while the older man probably would offer to sleep on the couch for however long it took for Naruto to find a new place, his godfather wasn't that young anymore and he couldn't chase him out of his own bedroom.
If Gaara knew about his situation he wouldn't hesitate to offer the younger man his place to stay at, that he was certain about, but he couldn't accept that. Gaara had started living on his own, because he needed a place where he could be at ease, where he wouldn't be distracted or annoyed by other people's constant presence. Gaara wouldn't mind Naruto's presence – if he did, he wouldn't share a futon occasionally to sleep – but with Naruto often came the added presence of other friends like Sasuke and Sakura or even Kiba. Gaara would put up with them because he was one of Naruto's best friends, but it would most likely take a toll on his mental health and that was something Naruto couldn't ask of him.
And Sasuke and Sakura … They would scold him for not asking them for help immediately, but Naruto just couldn't. They would let him stay at their place, helping him out once more, and he couldn't do that. He already had a hard time dealing with their affection for each other whenever he visited them – having to live with them on a daily basis and witness them kissing and hugging each other, all with the knowledge that he would never have with Sasuke what Sakura had … Yeah, no, he wasn't that masochistic. Living with them was just a bad idea all around; he didn't feel strong enough to do that.
If that made him pathetic, so be it.
"Naruto-kun?"
Naruto pursed his lips and released a soft sigh. He might as well confide in Deidara; maybe he would be able to come up with a solution. "I, eh, I got an eviction notice last week. I have to leave the apartment before the second of May. After that they're demolishing the building," he said softly; his hands clenching around his mug.
"Shit, that's horrible, un," Deidara grimaced, blowing a lock of his hair out of his face. "I assume you can't find another apartment?"
He shook his head. "Don't have enough money for it. I probably could if I cut back on the groceries for a while, but I have to think of the baby now," he answered, gesturing towards his stomach.
"You can't stay with friends?"
"No, I can't – I can't ask that of them."
It was quiet for a while in the kitchen; both men lost in their thoughts. However he looked at it Naruto was fucked, plain and simple. He couldn't stay with friends for a variety of reasons and he didn't have the money to rent another apartment – at least not without possibly endangering the baby growing inside of him. Just as he started to seriously consider the idea of living in his classroom for a while – it could be done, right? or another room in the school – Deidara broke the silence with an unexpected offer.
"Well, if you can't rent another apartment and you can't stay with your other friends – why don't you come live here with me and Itachi then, un?"
That was … not what he had expected. At all. What?
AN2: I hope it isn't as bad as I fear it is ^^; 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 sixth of October. I see you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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