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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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Author's note: For some reason this chapter utterly refused to cooperate with me. I had the scenes in my head, but actually putting them on paper proved to be quite the struggle and I had to finish it today *sighs* Sorry if it isn't as good as you expected *winces*
Warnings: nothing in particular as far as I'm aware
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 27
"You already found a place?" Gaara asked surprised.
Naruto tried to sink lower in his seat and hissed when the leather stuck to his legs, refusing to let go of him. With an annoyed huff he reached down with his hand and pulled on the small lever his fingers encountered right underneath the seat, forcing the back to lower down a bit.
"Naruto?"
"Hm? Yeah, sorry, I'm adjusting this stupid seat. Leather's all good and nice, but it's stuck to my legs. Feels like I'm ripping my skin off if I move," he complained and leant back, relaxing now that his stomach had a bit more room.
"What? Where are you now?" Gaara questioned perplexed.
"In Sasuke's car, waiting for him."
"Why are you waiting for him there?"
"He's at his parents' house, telling them about us."
Silence fell between them and Naruto nibbled on his lower lip, fiddling with his shirt. He was wearing one of the loosest shirts he owned and a pair of light blue shorts with an elastic waistband and yet he still felt uncomfortable with his big belly and the pressing heat outside. The car had been parked underneath the shadow of a large tree at the end of the street and while the shadows offered some relief, the air still felt cloying and just plain annoying. He plucked at his shirt, pulling it away from his sweat slicked skin before letting it fall back.
Once they were back home, he was just going to lie on his bed without clothes on and revel in the breeze their recently purchased large fan delivered in spades. It was too hot to do anything else. He could finish his painting at a later time, when it was cooler outside and he didn't feel like he would melt right out of his skin.
"I had thought Haruno would have tattled to them by now. It's been – what? Two weeks?" Gaara broke the silence and though he scoffed, there was also a note of apprehension underlying his voice.
"Seems like she didn't," Naruto muttered, resting his hand on his belly. His eyes shifted to the road where a couple of brave doves were walking along the footway, picking at some crumbs. The door on his side was open in a futile attempt to capture some breeze; the birds didn't even stir when he stretched out his legs and his seat groaned underneath him.
"If she had, I'm pretty sure Fugaku would have called," he continued flatly.
After her declaration to take revenge, they hadn't heard of her again. While Naruto wasn't entirely certain that she had just been bluffing, neither would he let himself be constant on guard. If she did try to do something, well, they would deal with that then. There was no point in worrying about whatever she could be planning.
It still hurt to have lost her friendship like that, but well, who had he been fooling, really? He should have realised she would never take their new relationship lightly. What was done, was done, though, and there was no going back.
To be honest he didn't want to go back if that meant he would lose Sasuke.
"But now he's telling his parents about you?"
"Yeah, and about the baby – that we're keeping him," Naruto confirmed, rubbing circles with his thumb around his popped out bellybutton. His baby was fussing a bit inside him, but he couldn't really move around as much as before.
"How come you're waiting in the car? I thought you'd be there too."
"I wanted to," Naruto admitted with a sigh. Pursing his lips, he said, "But Sasuke said it would be better if I stayed in the car, because he doesn't know how Fugaku's going to react."
He'd rather be with Sasuke right now, supporting him, but perhaps it was for the best if he remained here. Fugaku had never been an easy man and once he heard that his second son – the son he had fixed all his hopes up – was in love with a man as well and was divorcing his wife for him …
Naruto swallowed and brushed the back of his hand against his forehead. He really wanted to be optimistic and say that Fugaku wouldn't react badly, but the man didn't exactly have a stellar record when it came to a subject like this.
"Given what I've heard of that man, it's probably for the best if you stay away from him," Gaara said. "You're not exactly in a state to become caught in the crossfire between them."
"I'm not some delicate flower, Gaara," Naruto retorted irritated.
"No, but you are pregnant and in a more vulnerable state than Uchiha is," Gaara replicated calmly. "You got lucky with Haruno, but if I were you, I wouldn't test that luck twice."
The blond man scowled, hating that he couldn't give a counter argument. It was true: if Itachi hadn't been there, things might have turned really ugly between him and Sakura. He still had trouble believing that she had really been about to punch him. Testing his luck twice would not be a wise move.
"Yeah, I know," he muttered and sighed again. "I just want to be there for him, you know?"
"If he doesn't know by now that you have his back, then he's an idiot," Gaara said dryly. "He knows, trust me."
"Yeah, all right," Naruto smiled weakly and leant back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. "Can we talk about something else?"
"Sure, you want to talk about your new place?" Gaara suggested easily.
"It's on the outskirts of the town, a couple of blocks down Deidara-kun's and Itachi's home," Naruto began; his smile turning more genuine. "The garden ends in a small forest and is big enough to create a vegetable patch. There's five bedrooms, but we're thinking of turning one into a study for Sasuke and I can use another room for my artwork. There's even an attic! And you should see the kitchen – I didn't even know they made them that spacious!"
"Sounds like you're really happy about the place," Gaara chuckled. "Did you already place a bid?"
"Yeah, last Monday," Naruto answered, resting his hand on top of his belly. "The other potential buyer backed out, so the house is ours now. If we want to, we can move in next week."
He still couldn't quite believe that that spacious house was theirs now. Walking through those rooms while the real estate agent kept summing up the benefits of the place had been like a dream. For almost his entire life he had to be content with living in a small space. Staying over at Itachi's house had been the first time he had experienced what living in a large house actually felt like. Still, in the back of his mind there had always been that thought that his new living arrangement was only temporary until he had saved enough money to rent a place of his own. While he considered the house to be home, he had never allowed himself to really settle in. Him living there was never meant to be permanent.
Back then he had thought he would go back to renting an apartment; live his life boxed in yet again.
No longer would he ever live in a small box. He and Sasuke would have a large house to themselves; rooms so spacious, so large, it made him wonder how they would ever fill it up completely.
They had visited other houses on sale, but the moment Naruto had stepped inside the one near the forest … He had known. That house was perfect; one he could easily envision living in, being a family with Sasuke, raising their child there …
The house was made out of dreams Naruto hadn't even realised he had. And it would soon be theirs.
"Well, when you know when you'll move in, give me a call and I'll help," Gaara offered.
"You don't have to, Gaara."
"Yes, I do. I helped you move out, I help you move in too."
"I feel like there's some other reason why you …" Movement in the side mirror had him breaking off his sentence. Sasuke was walking to the car – and he didn't look particular relieved or happy.
Wincing, Naruto pulled the door shut and sat up straighter. "Sorry, Gaara, but I have to call you back. Sasuke's on his way and he doesn't look really happy."
"All right, call me when you have the time. Bye, Naruto."
He shoved his phone into his pocket at the same time the door of the driver's side was pulled open roughly and Sasuke slid behind the wheel, slamming the door shut, causing the car to tremble a bit. He placed his hands on top of the steering wheel and stared blankly in front of him, making no move to start the car.
After a moment of hesitation and tense silence, Naruto twisted around in his seat as much as possible. "How did it go?" he asked softly.
A bitter chuckle escaped the dark haired man and he dropped his head against the headrest, staring up at the ceiling. "As well as could be expected," he answered darkly. "He was not happy at all, I can assure you that. Imagine that: both his sons are complete disappointments."
"What did he say?"
"What did he not say?" Sasuke retorted wearily, dragging a hand over his face. "He let me know what an utter screw up I am, that he should have known better than to think I would make him proud and that if I want to follow my brother's footsteps that much, I'm no longer welcome in his house or his company. Oh, and how completely disgusted he is right now."
"Sasuke …" Naruto felt helpless, uncertain what to say or do that would make the other man feel better. He had anticipated Fugaku reacting badly – especially after already having thrown out Itachi – but a small part of him had still hoped that the man would have softened up throughout the years, that he wouldn't kick out his youngest son as well.
Clearly Fugaku would never change. No matter what Sasuke did, no matter how successful he would be in life – none of that mattered anymore, now that Fugaku knew his youngest son was also in love with a man.
"I'm sorry," he said miserably. He couldn't help but feel guilty now. He knew it wasn't really his fault – neither he nor Sasuke could help falling in love with each other and it had been Sasuke's decision to inform his parents about the truth. It wasn't his fault that Fugaku was an utter and complete douchebag, but still …
Knowing how hard Sasuke had worked to gain his father's acknowledgment, he couldn't help but think it was partly his fault that all of Sasuke's hard work was now flushed through the drain.
"Don't be," Sasuke smiled wanly. "You've got nothing to feel sorry about."
"Still, I know how hard you worked for him," Naruto said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Sasuke surprised him by gripping his hand tightly. "I knew the risks, Naruto. I understood what I stood to lose if I came out to him," he replied and sighed. "I'm done living a lie. Everything's out in the open now; he has made his decision, I made mine and I'm fine with that. At least he's giving me a day to pick up my stuff at the office. That's more than I thought he would give me," he snorted.
"It's not right that he kicked you out and fired you just because you're together with me now," Naruto snapped frustrated; his fingers clenching around Sasuke's.
"No, but it is what it is now and I can't go back." He huffed. "At least I won't have to hear him demeaning you ever again after today. Don't know who he blames more for this, to be honest: you or me."
"What? Did he blame me for turning you gay?" Naruto rolled his eyes. It wouldn't surprise him if the older man was blaming him for that; he had never liked him and his youngest son coming out as well probably served as even more fuel for his loathing.
"Hm, not in those words, though he did call you a gold-digger."
Naruto's mouth dropped open, taken aback by the unexpected answer. "What? Since when am I a gold-digger?!" he cried out, unsure whether he should feel offended, dismayed or amused.
Black eyes glinted and Sasuke smirked, appearing quite amused all of a sudden. "According to him, you're only with me because I have got quite the big bank account. That's one of the reasons why he fired me actually – he told me I'd come back crying to him once I no longer have the money to 'satisfy' you," he explained; his tone mocking.
"What an arsehole," Naruto groused, crossing his arms and releasing Sasuke's hand. "You could be dirt poor for all I care and I'd still love you."
It took exactly five seconds before his brain caught up to his mouth and he felt his cheeks heat up when he realised just what he had inadvertently admitted now. He turned his head towards the window, praying that he didn't look as red as he thought he was. His baby fussed slightly, pushing a foot against one of his kidneys.
"Even if I was dirt poor, hm?" Sasuke hummed and slender fingers gripped Naruto's chin, turning his head back to the dark haired man. His dark eyes were glittering and the corners of his mouth were curled up in a small smile. "Good to know," he murmured, before locking their lips together in a soft kiss.
"As if you had any doubt about that," Naruto huffed when their mouths separated.
The older man shrugged. "It's always nice to hear," he replied lightly.
Naruto hesitated for a moment, not sure whether he should ask his question now that Sasuke seemed to be in a better mood. He didn't want to make him sad or angry, but he needed to hear the answer, if only to be assured that Sasuke hadn't lost both of them by coming out.
That he hadn't lost both of them by choosing for Naruto.
"How – how did Mikoto react?" he questioned tentatively and gnawed on his lower lip when dark eyes shuttered close.
"She was angry – I've never seen her that angry before."
"Oh, Sasuke …" Naruto's heart clenched in pain for the man next to him. While he had always wanted his father's acknowledgment, Sasuke had been closer to his mum, turning to her to receive the love and acceptance Fugaku had been reluctant to give. Naruto had been jealous of their bond sometimes; he had often wondered whether he would have had such a great bond with his mum if she had still been alive.
Not that Mikoto had ever made him feel like an outsider whenever he visited the manor. He had come to regard her as an aunt and she had been there for him whenever he needed a mother figure.
To think that even she would reject her son …
"She started arguing with Fugaku as soon as he told me I was no longer part of the clan," Sasuke continued to his shock; even in his voice the wonder at his mother's reaction shone through.
"What?" Naruto was quite stumped and he stared wide eyed at Sasuke. Mikoto hadn't rejected him? She was actually going against her husband?
"She told me it was best if I went home with you while she and Fugaku 'have a talk'," he curled his fingers in the gesture of air quotes, "but when I left she actually started raising her voice at him. Saying that she couldn't believe he would even kick me out."
He shook his head, looking rather conflicted. "She wasn't even that angry when Itachi left," he murmured; his eyes growing distant. "I didn't mean for her to get into a fight with him," he added chagrined.
"She loves you," Naruto said softly, covering Sasuke's hand with his own. "She loves Itachi as well, but well, Itachi never really cared about Fugaku's opinion – you do."
"Did," Sasuke corrected him and exhaled slowly. "I gave up caring a while ago."
Perhaps that was true, but there was still hurt lingering in the depths of those black eyes and Naruto knew Sasuke was still hurt by Fugaku's reaction. Even while being prepared for every possible outcome, it couldn't have been easy to hear his father rejecting him outright. At least he still had his mother – Naruto felt grateful for Mikoto, glad that she was willing to accept her son, no matter what.
Maybe she could change Fugaku's mind, maybe not. That man was a stubborn arsehole after all. But even if she didn't manage to change his mind, at least Sasuke could be secure in the knowledge that he still had his mother on his side.
Naruto's worry that their baby would have to grow up without knowing at least one of his biological grandparents was abating too; Mikoto's reaction having proved that his worries had been unfounded.
Sasuke ran a hand through his hair and squeezed Naruto's, linking their fingers briefly together. He leant towards him and pecked his lips again. "Let's go home now, okay? I've done what I needed here and now I just want to go on with my life."
"I get dibs on the fan in our room," Naruto proclaimed immediately, clicking his seatbelt shut and pushing it underneath his stomach, so that it wouldn't put too much pressure on his belly.
An amused huff left the older man and he smirked, pulling his own seatbelt around him. "Just wait this time a bit longer with getting rid of your clothes until the door is closed," he teased.
"I didn't know Deidara-kun was there, okay?!"
That only made Sasuke's smirk grow as he started the car and Naruto crossed his arms on top of his belly with an annoyed huff. How was it his fault that Deidara had passed by their room when Naruto had been busy divesting himself of his clothes last week?
"That's the last box. The bed's also being installed right now and then everything should be done." Gaara entered the room, wiping his forehead with a towel he had most likely taken from the bathroom. His black T-shirt clung to his chest and he accepted the cold bottle of water Naruto handed over with a grateful nod.
"Not sure whether I trust those two with putting a bed together, un," Deidara muttered from his spot in front of a cupboard, where he was stacking the last plates on the shelf.
Naruto snorted, rearranging one of the chairs so that it aligned better to the table. "All we can do is hope they don't screw it up, because you know they won't let us help." He rolled his eyes, still feeling a tad annoyed at the order that neither he nor Deidara should do anything 'strenuous'. If both Uchiha men had got their wish, both pregnant blonds would have been sitting on the couch the entire time while they and Gaara moved all the furniture and other belongings inside the house.
Neither of the blond men had been very inclined to listen, though, and while they conceded to let the other men carry around the heavy furniture, they set about unboxing all Naruto's and Sasuke's belongings and putting them away on their respective places.
A week after having placed a bid on the house they had been informed that the property was theirs now and two days ago they had accepted the key. They had spread out the moving in part over two days; the heat outside not making it easy to haul around with boxes.
Like he had promised, Gaara had shown up to help out and he had borrowed Kankuro's van to pick up the rest of Naruto's belongings from the storage unit he had been renting for the past several months. New furniture had also been delivered to fill in the gaps that Naruto's belongings couldn't.
"I haven't heard them curse yet, so I'm assuming everything is going like it should," Gaara remarked dryly, leaning against the wall next to the fridge. He uncapped the bottle and took a couple of large gulps. His red hair stuck to his forehead and a rose hue dusted his cheekbones.
"Well, if the bed falls apart when we climb into it, we'll know never to let either of them handle putting furniture together again," Naruto said airily.
"Yeah, don't mention that to Sasuke-kun, because otherwise he'll probably be a paranoid mess the entire time," Deidara snorted, closing the cupboard. He rubbed his belly absentmindedly and sipped from his own half empty bottle of water.
Naruto scoffed, bracing his arms on the chair. "I'm not stupid." He wrinkled his nose. "I'm not going to give him even more fuel to be such a damn worrywart."
"Who's a worrywart?" Sasuke appeared in the doorway, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"Nobody. You done with the bed?" Naruto asked curiously.
The dark haired man nodded and sauntered over to Naruto, stealing a sip from his glass of iced tea. "Yeah, everything is set up. Itachi's closing the windows in some of the rooms we won't be using anymore for today."
"It is getting late," Deidara remarked slightly bemused as he glanced at the kitchen clock. "Guess it's time for us to go home."
"You can always stay for dinner," Naruto suggested, smiling when Sasuke's arm slipped around his back; his hand resting on his hip. He changed a glance at the counter. "Although it's probably going to be take out, because I'm not really in the mood to cook now," he admitted sheepishly.
Deidara shook his head, smiling. "Nah, it's fine. We'll leave you two alone, un." He winked.
"I promised Temari I'd eat with her," Gaara said and shrugged, pushing himself off the wall. He came over and squeezed Naruto's shoulder. "I'll see you later, okay."
"Yeah, okay. Thanks for helping us out," Naruto grinned.
"You're welcome."
"Everything finished here?" Itachi entered the kitchen, looking around curiously.
"Yep, everything's done here, un," Deidara smiled, pecking his cheek. "We're going to leave if you're ready."
Another round of goodbye's and "We'll talk later!" later, the front door fell shut behind their friends and silence descended upon the house. The wooden floorboards creaked gently underneath his bare feet when Naruto walked into the living room, catching sight of Sasuke standing in front of the large window.
The setting sun made the bluish tint in his dark hair stand out and black eyes met blue ones in the reflection of the window.
"It's been two long days," Naruto sighed, coming to a halt next to him. Even though he didn't want to admit it, moving out and into their new house had been more tiring than he had expected. The heavy heat lingering outside didn't help matters either.
An arm slipped around his waist, rubbing his rounded belly slowly. "Yeah, but we have our own house now," Sasuke murmured, nosing Naruto's temple. "All that needs to be done is finish up the nursery and then our house will be completely ready."
Our house. The words had butterflies racing around in his stomach and Naruto couldn't contain the giddy smile from spreading wide across his face.
"No regrets?" Sasuke asked; his eyes glittering in the dying sunlight. He turned around slightly to face Naruto better, resting his hands on Naruto's lower back and pulling him as close as his belly allowed.
"No regrets," Naruto confirmed and their lips met in a deep, tender kiss; his own hands clasped around Sasuke's neck.
There were still issues with Sasuke's parents – what Mikoto would do next now that Fugaku was clearly not about to give in – and Naruto still had to inform Jiraiya of the new changes in his life. Tsunade would have to be informed as well.
Then there was Sakura – who might be planning her revenge or had given up. Only the future would clarify that.
But for now everything was perfect: the two of them together.
Living in their own house and preparing for the new arrival in their little family.
Life right now was pretty damn perfect if you asked Naruto.
AN2: I know not much happened in this chapter, but yeah ... The chapter was stubborn.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter, which normally should be posted on the sixth of April.
Cuddles
Melissa
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