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Glue between the Cracks	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

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Author's note: I know it's shorter than the previous one, but I didn't want to make you wait too much longer anymore *winces*
Thanks to the following reviewer: EntityLvr (You're so sweet! I'm happy to hear my stories are helping you!)
Warnings: Hm nothing in particular I think.
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 6
Itachi couldn't remember the last time someone had managed to baffle him. Perhaps Nagato when he'd made the offer to help him track down the group. Other than that, no other moments came to mind – except for now.
"A triad relationship," he repeated slowly, wondering if somehow his ears had malfunctioned for a minute. There was no way Sasori was actually suggesting what he thought he was.
The red haired man nodded calmly, as if he hadn't dropped a completely irrational bomb on Itachi.
"You're proposing that you, Deidara and I form a relationship," he said flatly, wanting to make sure he understood correctly what the other man was implying.
"Yes, us three in a relationship; that's usually how a triad's defined," Sasori said dryly.
"You're out of your mind," Itachi murmured in disbelief. "Does Deidara even know you're offering this?"
Every trace of congeniality on Sasori's face instantly disappeared, making place for narrowed eyes and a deep frown. "Of course he knows about this; you think I'm the type to pimp out my partner?" he sneered. "If he wasn't okay with it, I wouldn't be here."
"Forgive me, but I don't understand why it's you making the offer and not Deidara – seeing as we've never met or talked before until now," Itachi smiled thinly, resting his chin on his balled fist.
Sasori sighed and leant back in his chair. "That's because Deidara doesn't dare to make the offer. He thinks he's being selfish and greedy for wanting us both." His next exhale left him in a huge gust, making his bangs flutter slightly. "He'd never have dared to contact you to make the offer, so I decided to do it." He shrugged.
"And you'd be completely fine with it?" Itachi asked sceptically.
How could someone be actually happy with basically sharing their mate with a second person? There was no feasible way that could ever work out. At least one of them would end up getting hurt after a while, if not all three of them.
"I've never been interested in the labels other people seem to be so obsessed with," Sasori replied disinterestedly. "I'm going to be frank: I love Deidara and I want to see him happy. Did I entertain the idea of a triad relationship before? No, can't say I have. But I don't mind adapting and quite honestly, you're not bad to look at, Uchiha-san."
Itachi's scepticism deepened. "You don't know me at all; looks aren't something you can build a relationship on alone."
"Every relationship starts with getting to know each other, no?" Sasori smiled affably. "I genuinely believe that once we know each other better, this triad can work out."
"That's all assuming I'm interested."
Sasori leant slightly forwards again; a smirk dancing across his mouth. "You're definitely still interested in Deidara at least."
Dark eyes narrowed slightly. "Why make that assumption?"
"You said earlier that you aren't the type to chase after someone who's already in a relationship; you could have easily said that you'd lost interest in him years ago. But you didn't." Sasori's smirk grew. "That sounds like enough evidence to assume you still harbour some interest for Deidara."
What an annoying man, Itachi thought with a faint hint of irritation.
"Still being interested in him and entering a triad relationship are two entirely different things," he pointed out flatly.
The red haired man spread out his hands. "That's unfortunately the only offer you're going to get," he smiled sharply. "I'm not selfless enough to give up Deidara entirely for you."
"But you are selfless enough to share him with me," Itachi sneered.
"Sharing him with you and actually breaking up with him are two entirely different things," Sasori riposted, parroting Itachi's words.
"I'm not sure what to - " Itachi cut himself off when his phone starting ringing, Sasuke's name flashing across the screen. He frowned; were they already finished with their exams? That seemed quite quick.
"Sorry, I have to take this," he said apologetically, picking up his phone and accepting the call.
Sasori merely nodded and waited quietly.
"Sasuke, are you and Naruto-kun already - "
"Naruto's water broke," Sasuke cut him off abruptly in a rush. "He's having the baby today."
"Where are you now?" Itachi demanded, alert at once.
He thought he remembered Sasuke mentioning that the baby was due around the twentieth, but he could also recall their mother saying that babies almost never were on time; they either were early or late, very rarely did they get born on the predicted date. He could bring up that memory all too well still, even all these years later, because back then she'd been expecting his little brother and he'd been rather impatient, wanting to meet the baby boy and demanding every week how much longer it would still be.
"At Shizune's practice; Tsunade is on her way now," Sasuke informed him and to the ears of anyone else he would have sounded calm, collected, but Itachi knew him better even after so many years apart.
Sasuke was close to freaking out; a barely there tremble in his voice betraying his real emotional state.
"I'm coming over," Itachi stated, already shoving his chair back.
"Thanks, nii-san," Sasuke said, audibly relieved. Someone started talking in the background and Sasuke said quickly, "I'll see you soon!" before hanging up.
"You need to go?" Sasori questioned; his light tone in contrast to the sharp look he favoured the other Alpha with.
"Yes, my brother just called; Naruto-kun's water broke," Itachi answered clipped, hurriedly pulling on his coat. "I'm going over there now."
Brown eyes widened a notch. "Yes, of course, tell them congratulations from me," Sasori murmured. "Think about the offer, okay?"
"Fine, I'll think about it," Itachi muttered and was out of the café before the other man could say something else.
At the moment he had more important things to think about – namely the fact that he'd be soon holding his nephew in his arms.
"And you are?" A woman with a kind face and her brown hair pinned back with several colourful pins eyed him curiously when he entered the doctor's practice.
"Uchiha Itachi. My brother and his mate arrived here earlier," Itachi introduced himself. "Their names are - "
Her eyes lit up and she was already nodding in understanding before he could finish. "Ah yes, they're currently waiting in a room further down the hallway. Do you want to visit them?"
"I'm allowed to?" he asked surprised. He'd expected to wait in the corridor for however long it took for the baby to be born.
"Sure," she smiled and shrugged, gesturing for him to follow her. "Uzumaki-san isn't ready yet to start pushing, so unless they prefer you not being there, you can stay with them until Uzumaki-san's ready."
She led him through a corridor with blue walls and passed two closed doors before knocking on the third.
"Yes?" Sasuke's voice called out.
She opened the door. "There's a visitor for you already."
"My parents?" Naruto asked curiously.
"No, sorry to disappoint, it's just me," Itachi smiled wryly, entering the room and nodding at the woman in thanks.
She inclined her head and went back to the front.
"Itachi, you came," Sasuke said; his eyes shining with relief.
"Of course," Itachi smiled and unzipped his coat. "Unless you mind me being here?" He threw a questioning look at Naruto, whose cheeks were flushed a bright red.
He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his hands running restlessly up and down over his big belly, avoiding the wires which connected him to a monitor. "No, I don't," Naruto answered and then frowned. "Though you will be kicked out once I need to start pushing. It's bad enough Sasuke will see me like that, I don't want you here as well then. No offence," he added apologetically.
"No offence taken," Itachi chuckled, sitting down in one of the few chairs available in the room.
"There's nothing wrong with me being with you and seeing you like that," Sasuke insisted with a scowl; his hand resting on the Omega's knee. "What's happening is all completely natural and - "
"Sasuke, I love you, but I will punch you if you finish that sentence," Naruto warned him calmly, but then he gritted his teeth and hunched over his stomach as presumably a contraction hit him.
When Sasuke offered his hand, the blond man gripped it without looking, and even from the small distance between the bed and the chair, Itachi could see Sasuke's hand turning white with the force of Naruto's grip.
A second knock on the door had Itachi turning his head towards it while Sasuke was still whispering in Naruto's ear. A blonde woman with quite the large bosom walked into the room with a commanding air around her. Her brown eyes fell on Itachi and she lifted an eyebrow curiously.
"You're Uchiha's brother?" she guessed correctly. She was dressed in scrubs, pulling on gloves expertly.
"I am, yes. My name is Uchiha Itachi," he introduced himself and stood up to bow slightly.
She narrowed her eyes slightly before scoffing a bit. "Seems like good genes run in the family, huh," she remarked offhandedly. "I'm Tsunade, the brat's doctor. Hey kid, looks like you don't have to worry about your kid looking ugly. You managed to land the gene jackpot, it seems."
Naruto half laughed, half groaned. "You hag, good looks aren't everything, you know," he huffed, straightening out and patting Sasuke's hand apologetically. "Sorry for squeezing too hard."
"I think that's something I'll have to get used to until the baby's here," Sasuke retorted dryly.
"Good looks aren't everything, that's true," Tsunade agreed and walked over to the bed. "But they do help a lot in life, you can't deny that."
Naruto just rolled his eyes and snorted.
"Now." The smack of the glove against her skin had all three men wince and she grinned like a shark. "Let me check your progress. Legs up and open."
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING, YOU OLD HAG! FUCK, THIS FUCKING HURTS LIKE HELL! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO HAVE SUPER SPERM?! DID YOU HAVE TO KNOCK ME UP FROM THE FIRST TRY, YOU BASTARD!"
Itachi grimaced and rubbed his temples. Even through the closed door and sitting further down the corridor, there was no ignoring Naruto's yelling and while he sympathised with the Omega – giving birth had to hurt a lot – he really didn't need to know the specifics about his little brother's private life.
He'd left the room a little less than two hours ago when Tsunade had announced that Naruto was ready to start pushing. He wished he'd thought of bringing a book with him while he waited for the baby to be born, but he had wanted to be here as quickly as possible.
Phone it was then. Changing his position on the chair to keep his arse from numbing, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. Instead of tapping on the internet icon, however, his finger landed on the photo album and before he could reconsider, he opened the app.
Paying no mind to Naruto's screamed, "THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID HALF AN HOUR AGO!" he stared at the small row of pictures which greeted him after he'd opened the app. He didn't have that many photos; he'd never been that fond of having his picture taken, saw no reason to document every second of his life. During his time in the underworld, having pictures of him taken could have easily let to his downfall, so he'd never got into the habit of taking selfies.
All the pictures he had in his phone were the ones he'd taken in his old home before he'd left with Nagato. The older man had advised against him returning to his family home, wary of whoever could be watching, but Itachi had been unable to leave without at least something that reminded him of his family. He couldn't take any of the frames without him without rousing suspicion so he'd quickly used his phone to take a picture of the frames. He'd had to change his phone a couple of times throughout the years when they ended up being unfortunate victims of his work, but he'd always made sure he could transfer the pictures to a new phone.
Tapping on the first picture, he watched it enlarge until it filled his screen completely and he was staring down at the wedding picture of mother and father. Gazing at her warm, happy smile and father's soft look, he started to wonder whether his nephew would inherit anything from his grandparents. Would he have the dark hair of the Uchiha family? Or would he be blond, perhaps even red like his other set of grandparents? Would his eyes be blue or black like theirs?
If Itachi looked at him, would he recognise anything from their parents in the baby?
It was odd to consider that it wouldn't be that long anymore before he would be able to see his nephew. Even though there had been no way to ignore Naruto's pregnant state, the concept of becoming an uncle had remained rather vague up until this very moment. At twenty-five years, he would become an uncle for the first time and that realisation had his stomach doing several weird flips.
How strange was it to think he'd –
"Nii-san?"
Sasuke's soft voice had him abruptly looking up and he shoved his phone back into his pocket. Rising up from the chair his gaze immediately fell on the dark blue bundle cradled into his brother's arms.
"Is that …" Itachi trailed off.
Sasuke nodded, his eyes red rimmed as if he'd been crying for a bit. His smile was joyful and incredibly bright, however, when he stepped forwards and held out his arms.
"Itachi-nii-san, meet Itarou, your nephew," Sasuke introduced the baby and there was no way anyone could miss the pride practically dripping from his voice, how his eyes shone with happiness when he tenderly pulled the blanket down a bit, revealing the baby's face better.
"Itarou …" Itachi breathed out, taking in the black tuft of hair gracing the baby boy's scalp and the way dark blue eyes slowly glided around the corridor before they briefly landed on him. Tiny hands curled into fists and Itarou smacked his lips together a couple of times; his gaze unfocused for now.
"Naruto thought it would become too confusing after a while to have two Itachi, so we compromised by choosing Itarou instead," Sasuke smiled fondly; his finger carefully rubbing circles on Itarou's plump cheek. Itarou uttered a soft mewling sound, blinking up at his papa.
"You want to hold him?" Sasuke asked, even as his arms carefully tightened around the baby.
"If I may," Itachi said softly.
Nagato's wife, Konan, had given birth one year after Itachi had joined the organisation and he could remember all too well how protective the older man had been for the first couple of months. People couldn't even look at his daughter without being glared to death and pity the person who thought they were allowed to touch the baby without explicit consent.
The last thing Itachi wanted was for Sasuke's protective Alpha instincts to rear up and consider the older Alpha as a threat.
"You're my brother and his uncle," Sasuke huffed and shook his head, placing Itarou in Itachi's stretched out arms. "Of course you may hold him; are you an idiot?"
Itachi just chuckled, undeterred by the insult and looked down, getting a proper look at his nephew for the first time.
He was holding his nephew.
The magnitude of it, the warm, solid weight of the baby in his arms, against his chest; the way dark blue eyes gazed up at him; teeny tiny fingers unfurling and curling back into fists, hit him like a kick in the stomach.
One year ago he hadn't been certain whether there would ever come an end to his mission, hadn't even dared to dream that he would see his brother back one day.
And now here they were: he had his brother back, his life back, and he was holding his nephew in his arms. It was something he hadn't dared to dream of and now he had it, just like that.
"Hello there," he murmured and Itarou mewled. "I'm your uncle. I'm happy to finally meet you."
"He's perfect, isn't he?" Sasuke smiled, lingering close by; his eyes fixated on his son.
Itachi looked at Itarou and smiled too. "Yeah, he is."
A new generation of Uchiha had entered the world today.
He left before Naruto's parents arrived, not wanting to overwhelm the blond man currently resting in the hospital bed.
Entering his apartment felt weird somehow; the phantom weight of his nephew in his arms unable to leave him for the moment. As he dropped his keys into the bowl and slipped out of his shoes, he could only stand there for a moment, feeling off balance for some reason. Who knew such a small being could flip his entire world around?
After a moment of just staring at the opposite wall, he wandered further into his apartment. He looked at his closed laptop, considering opening it to work on one of his projects before dismissing the idea as quickly as it had popped up in his head. He was far too distracted to work now and instead made a beeline for the kitchen where he set about preparing a cup of tea for himself.
While he waited for the water to heat up, his mind started wandering to the confrontation in the café for some reason and he pressed his lips together tightly. He didn't want to think about his conversation with Sasori, not when he should be enjoying the news that he'd become an uncle today, but his treacherous mind wouldn't leave it be.
Without his family to distract him, he kept thinking about Sasori's offer. What was there to think about, though? A triad relationship, how absurd! There was no way that could ever work out, no matter how confident Sasori seemed to be about it. Perhaps it could work out for the red haired man, maybe he indeed wouldn't have trouble sharing his mate, but could Itachi do the same?
Could he remain flippant about having to share Deidara if he ended up accepting the offer? How would it even work? Would they have to share all their dates? Would he never have a moment alone with Deidara? Could it even work between him and Sasori?
He frowned, staring down at his mug.
How could Sasori be so nonchalant about this? No matter how dismissive the other man had been of labels, the fact remained that triad relationships weren't exactly a common type in their society.
Two people together already seemed tricky at times, how much worse would it be when three people were involved? That just looked like a disaster waiting to happen.
"So annoying," he muttered, scowling.
Why did Sasori have to bother him with this? He would have eventually managed to move on from Deidara, he was sure; especially because they never had the chance to develop an actual romantic relationship. He'd move on and find someone else eventually; that was how life would have worked out for him.
Sasori's offer, no matter how ridiculous, had thrown him for a loop, however, and damn it all, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.
The possibility of being together with Deidara after all … But then he would still have to share him with Sasori. It wouldn't be the same, couldn't be the same.
A triad relationship working out between them …
Yeah, right. As if that could ever work out.
AN2: Brooding Uchiha ahead.
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Melissa
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