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Mend Me	By : AccioLucius Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 4140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I'm so sorry for the lack of updates. This summer is turning out to be more busy than expected. I promise I won't forget about this, though. Orochimaru will be coming up soon enough. :)

Chapter 4

Akira was just beginning to stir awake as Saya quietly returned to her room and shut the door. The man gave her a lazy but warm smile as she sank down onto the bed next to him.

“Morning,” he yawned as he stretched closer to her.

Saya looked down at him with a shy grin, something she did when she was nervous. She was particularly nervous this morning. The thought of visiting Orochimaru was one that occurred to her often, but even though countless scenarios ran through her head, Saya had never thought seriously about it.

This time she was serious, though. She wanted Tetsuya to meet his real father; a man she knew he already looked up to without even knowing him. Saya also wanted some relief from her curse. She wanted to probe more into why Orochimaru gave her a curse mark, if it wasn’t just for pure evil, that is.

Akira propped his head up with one arm and looked up at her. He blinked slowly, waiting for Saya to speak. If it’s one thing he had learned about her, it was when she was debating on telling him something important.

“I’ve been thinking,” she started and stopped. Saya crossed her arms and closed her eyes. “I think I should go see him.”

“See who?” Akira sat up, his attention grabbed.

Saya turned slowly and cut her eyes at him.

Akira squinted and widened his eyes. It took only that one second for him to understand exactly who she was talking about. “No,” he almost whispered as he sat up. “No, no, no, no.”

“Just listen-”

“No, Saya” he cut her off. “Whatever part of you that thinks this is a good idea is wrong.”

Saya shrugged, her nervous grin now gone. “I know it’s not, but it keeps gnawing at me. I just…I feel like I have to.”

Akira gently cupped his hands around her face. “I know you do. I told you you would feel this way. It’s been five years, Saya. Why give in now?”

“But that’s just it,” she replied as she grabbed his wrists. “Five years of this, Akira. Five years of fighting someone who isn’t even here. I’m tired. I want to be able to live. I want this gone. You can’t tell me you’re happy with how things are. Imagine how I feel.”

He sighed and let his shoulders drop, revealing his answer without speaking it. “I guess that would be selfish of me,” he mumbled. “I don’t know if he can do anything for you, though. Or even want to. Have you thought about that? Trust me, he’s not happy with you.”

Saya looked back at him with uncertainty in her eyes. “I have,” she whispered. Her gaze briefly broke away from his as her voice began to shake. “What would he do?”

“I don’t know, Saya” Akira replied as he shook his head. He dropped his hands and let them fall in his lap. “I really don’t know. It’s still a mystery why he started this in the first place.”

“I’d like to find out.”

Saya clenched her hands together while she waited for him to say something. She knew this would be a hard talk. It had just started and she already wanted to ball up and cry. But what she said was true; she wasn’t happy, not truly. She loved having her son, Akira, and her job, but she wouldn’t be able to be truly happy until the curse was gone. She loved Akira and loved her son, but the hold Orochimaru had on her was too much to keep fighting.

“I also want Tetsuya to see him. Just once.”

Akira nearly flinched then, causing Saya to turn her head away in embarrassment for him.

“I guess I should have been expecting that,” he admitted. He held up his palms and shrugged slightly. “I’m obviously not his father.”

Saya bit her lip to try to tame another nervous grin. It was true, in a sense. Even if they played that charade, it was physically obvious that Akira was no part of the boy. Tetsuya would come to learn that in time. Besides, it hurt Saya too much to keep secret the fact that there was a reason Tetsuya looked the way he did; because his real father looked that way.

“You’re as good as,” Saya finally sighed. “I couldn’t ask for anyone better, Akira, and I wouldn’t.”

He smiled then. “Thanks,” he softly replied.

Silence fell between them as they retreated to their own private thoughts until Tetsuya could be heard waking and rummaging down the hall. He always went straight to his mother’s room when Akira stayed the night.

“So, you’re serious then? You want to see him?” Akira quickly whispered.

The pale little boy walked into the room then, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. They brightened when he saw the two adults were wide awake and ready for a new day together. Saya ginned awkwardly as she motioned with a finger for Tetsuya to join them on the bed. He did so with a grin of his own.

“What is it?” he asked as he crawled into Saya’s lap.

She ran a hand over his black hair. “How would you like to go see your dad?”
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