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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Author's note: The Christmas scene in this chapter wasn't supposed to be that long - and I seem to have a knack for writing holidays in the wrong month - but well, it is what it is, I suppose LOL
Warnings: references to throwing up; nothing else.
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 7
Sakura returned on Wednesday from her impromptu conference. She and Sasuke invited Naruto for dinner on Thursday and they all silently agreed to not talk about the fact that Naruto had slept with her husband.
It didn't matter that they all knew what had to be done; some things just couldn't be discussed without them becoming way beyond awkward. Sleeping with your best friend's husband in order to carry a baby for them was one of those things.
They – mainly Sakura – were determined to get past the awkwardness and Naruto was desperate to push past the guilt, so on Saturday they went out to see a movie together, not discussing the baby that might or might not be currently growing in Naruto and just enjoying being together with their friends. Sasuke and Sakura dropped him off at his apartment on their way back home and the tension which had been palpable for the past week had significantly ebbed away by the time the movie had ended.
It was nice. Maybe they would be able to reach the end of this without too much trouble.
The month December passed by in a flurry, like it always did since he had started teaching. There were the last assignments of the semester to be handed out and received, projects to be marked, teacher meetings to be attended and even a gallery to organise for the fifth year students. He had to write out the marks for his students, check double, triple to make certain he wasn't accidentally switching two names or even years with each other.
He didn't see his friends much either. The end of the year was a busy time for both Sasuke and Sakura. Sasuke had several meetings during the week and several parties and drinks to attend while Sakura was working long hours in the hospital; the slippery roads and the holiday cheer making people careless.
It was a hectic month for all of them and thoughts about the baby were put at the back of his mind; more pressing matters like marks and meetings taking priority for now.
"You know, you'd think that after all these years, you'd learn not to put off buying presents until the last minute," Gaara remarked idly; his face the picture of boredom as he followed Naruto into yet another store.
"Oh, shut up," Naruto groused, swatting at the red haired man without looking. "It's not that bad this year! I mean, I already have presents for you, dog breath, Shikamaru and Iruka-sensei. I just need to find something for Sakura-chan and the bastard."
"What, nothing for Jiraiya-san?" Gaara asked curiously, dodging a toddler who was ambling towards a pile of folded sweaters.
"I made him a painting," the blond answered dismissively. "He's been whining forever that I still haven't painted anything for him, so there."
"What do you have in mind for the other two?" the red haired man inquired.
Naruto shrugged, removing his gloves and stuffing them into his pockets for the time being. "I don't really know," he admitted reluctantly. "I was thinking about a scarf for Sakura-chan?"
"Sounds like a nice present," his friend commented, shooting a glare at the boy rushing past him as his mother chased after him.
"Can't go wrong with a scarf, right?" Naruto grimaced, wandering towards a wall where several scarves in different colours were displayed neatly. "I just don't know what to get for Sasuke."
Buying a present for Sasuke was a whole ordeal every year, time and time again, whether it was for his birthday or for Christmas. The man had grown up with money, made good money now and could buy anything he wanted whenever he wanted.
Naruto, on the other hand, was severely limited by his own bank account, even with the yearly bonus he got from his job and the little bit of extra money Kiba's sister had slipped into his pocket, even as he protested. His limited budget made it an extremely hard task to find something for his dark haired friend and like every year he found himself equally despairing and being mad at himself for not tracking down gifts sooner.
One would think he would know better by now, but of course not.
"Hm, what do you think of this colour?" Naruto pondered aloud, unhooking a lily white coloured scarf from the wall. It felt incredibly soft and light, but it seemed thick enough to provide warmth in this cold weather.
"It's a scarf." Gaara stared at him blankly.
"Sooo, good?"
"Yes, Naruto, go with that," Gaara sighed, shaking his head.
The blond man would feel offended at the obvious lack of interest the other man was displaying, but Gaara had never been interested in the whole gift exchange, especially not when it was for people he only considered friends on the surface. That wasn't to say that Gaara didn't buy any presents; he actually seemed to enjoy – or at the very least not mind – buying presents for people he liked, but he wasn't quick to offer his opinion on possible gifts. His disinterest would be annoying, but Naruto had him tagging along for the company, not for his thoughts about gifts. Although, he would appreciate any thought his friend had.
"One down, one more to go," Naruto muttered as the cashier handed him a little bag containing the scarf with a friendly smile.
They stepped out of the store and were immediately assaulted by the harsh cold wind, slamming into them and colouring their cheeks and noses red. They immediately pulled on their gloves and scarves again, but Naruto still shivered; his jacket not really appropriate for the cold weather.
"So any idea yet what you're going to buy for Uchiha?" Gaara questioned neutrally; his green eyes glinting like gems in the streetlight.
The day had turned into the evening and the sky had darkened considerably; the streetlights flickering into existence one by one, illuminating the sidewalks and the people hurrying to their destination.
"Nope," Naruto muttered sourly; his gaze trailing over the shops lining up at both sides of the street.
Next to him the older man sighed; his breath leaving him in a thin cloud of white smoke. "You know he's going to like whatever you're going to give him, right?" he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "He's not going to care about how much it costs."
"I know that," the blond mumbled, looking away. "I just want to find a good present for him."
Gaara clucked his tongue, a hint of annoyance crossing his face as he pulled his left hand out of his pocket and shoved his sleeve back a bit in order to look at his watch. "Well, it's nearly dinnertime," he remarked, lowering his arm again. "The shops are closing soon too. Why don't we grab some dinner and then go home? You still have two weeks left before Christmas."
Naruto wanted to protest, but the prospect of warm food and not freezing his balls off in this horrible weather made the choice for him and he nodded, following his friend into his grey Nissan Sedan, which had been parked at the end of the street.
And because Gaara was such a good friend, he didn't remark at all on the fact that Naruto was distracted throughout the whole meal.
Really, what did you give someone who already had everything?
In the end he did find something for Sasuke and his friends were happy with their presents.
Kiba had received his two days before Christmas because he would be leaving town with his sister to visit their parents and wouldn't be back until after New Year's. His present was a small basket filled with his favourite beer and – because Naruto could be a jerk at times – a package of dog biscuits as well. But well, Akamaru would have no problem demolishing those cookies, so he didn't feel guilty about it. Kiba had retaliated by gifting him a box of ramen and a large box of fishcakes; he had never been quite original with his pranks.
Jiraiya had received his painting – depicting the beach he had taken Naruto to when he had graduated from college with the sun setting, bleeding red, orange and purple into the sky and the water – five days before Christmas. Normally he and Naruto would make a point of spending some hours on Christmas together, but the older man had been invited by an old friend of his – someone whose name he adamantly refused to give out – and had promised him they would meet up after Christmas and he would take the younger man out for dinner then as his present. Naruto had a dark suspicion that this mysterious friend was a woman and he couldn't wait until he saw the pervert again to grill him about it.
He had given Gaara and Shikamaru their presents on Christmas' Eve. Gaara had invited him to spend the day with him and his family and Temari had asked Shikamaru to join them. Kankuro had shown up alone, stating that he and his girlfriend hadn't felt ready yet to spend a holiday together with the family. Shikamaru had been happy with his new book 'How to Play Go for Experts' and had given Naruto in return tickets to an art exhibit that would soon open its doors in January. Gaara's present had taken some months to save money for, but the pen engraved with the kanji of Gaara's name had been worth it to see the look of delight in green eyes when his friend had opened the gift.
Gaara had surprised him by gifting him a scrapbook with pictures of them both and Naruto's friends in general; there were even pictures of Sasuke included and that had caused him to smile and hug the older man gratefully, knowing that if it had been up to Gaara himself, only a select few of Naruto's friend circle would have ended up in the scrapbook.
Christmas day itself was spent with Sasuke and Sakura in their home with the pink haired woman cooking up a storm in the kitchen and barely tolerating the men's help. Normally this day was spent with the entire Uchiha family, but Fugaku was still not in a stellar mood and Sasuke had made the decision to spend the day with his best friend instead of his family to avoid possible frictions from happening. Naruto felt guilty about that, because Christmas with the entire Uchiha clan had practically become a tradition, but Sasuke reassured him dryly that he didn't mind it in the slightest that he wasn't subjected to his entire family's gossip and whims this year.
They exchanged gifts after dinner.
"This scarf is so lovely! Thank you, Naruto-kun," Sakura gushed as her fingers trailed across the soft cloth before unfolding it and holding it out in its full length in front of her. She grinned. "Definitely going to be wearing this one for the rest of the winter."
"I'm glad you like it, Sakura-chan," Naruto grinned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.
They were seated in the living room with the lights dimmed and the string of lights in the Christmas tree twinkling red, gold and green against the wooden floor. The room was pleasantly warm; a sharp contrast with the howling wind outside and the flurry of snow slowly coating the ground, trees and houses.
"Open my present," she urged him, folding the scarf up and placing it on her lap. She had her half long hair turned into loose curls for the occasion and she swept some of the curls over her shoulder when they slipped forwards.
Naruto was handed a flat, square package, wrapped in white paper with dark green trees drawn on it. It felt rather lumpy and if the paper wouldn't tear because of it he would be able to fold it in half, which made him think that she was gifting him some sort of clothing item. Curious as to what kind of clothing she would pick out for me, he ripped away the paper and pushed it aside to reveal what it hid.
It was a thick, dark orange jacket with the white collar padded and two deep pockets on the front. He lifted it out of the package and felt how heavy it was, proving its thickness; ideally for this cold weather.
"Thanks, Sakura-chan!" he grinned, leaning forwards to give her a loose hug. "It's even in orange!" he laughed, drawing back from the hug so that he could admire the jacket more.
"That colour is an eyesore, but I know how much you love orange," she told him and rolled her eyes good-naturedly, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
"There's nothing wrong with orange," he protested; the argument nearly as old as their friendship.
"Open mine next," Sasuke interrupted before they could really gather steam for their argument and nudged over a box, wrapped in dark blue paper.
After folding up the jacket as much as he could and placing it next to him, Naruto pulled the box closer to him and picked it up, only barely resisting the urge to shake it in case something breakable was inside. It wasn't too heavy and he placed it on his lap so that he could rip off the paper easier. The dark blue wrapping paper gave way to a white box and he removed the lid from it; struggling a bit with the piece of tape that kept the gift sealed.
Inside he found several paint brushes encased in a beautiful, wooden box with a glass window and various small bottles of paint of the expensive variety that he only treated himself to once or twice a year when he really wanted to create something extraordinary.
"Oh," was all he could utter stunned as his fingers trailed over the small bottles, picking some of them up to admire the deep colours which were no doubt quite pigmented.
Sasuke shrugged, placing his own cup of tea back on the table. "I noticed you could use some new brushes and paint," he said neutrally, as if it wasn't a big deal that he had just spent a large amount of money on which essentially were just some brushes and paint.
Normally Naruto didn't agree with letting his friends buy expensive gifts for him – not when he couldn't reciprocate with equally expensive presents – but he wasn't in the mood for an argument and well, he was in need of new brushes and he certainly wasn't about to say no to decent paint.
"Thanks," he grinned, putting the lid back on top of the box and placing it next to him. "And now we have one present left!"
He handed over Sasuke's gift with a grin, but inwardly he was nervous and he couldn't stop his right foot from tapping against the floor as he watched with hawk eyes how the dark haired man carefully removed the paper from the flat square present. All of a sudden he wasn't so sure anymore about his idea and he wondered whether it was too late to snatch it away and pretend it was meant for someone else. Would Sasuke believe him if he told him his present still needed to arrive?
Yeah, no, Sasuke definitely wasn't that stupid and he knew Naruto was careful not to make mistakes with the presents after the infamous gift disaster five years ago.
"Huh," Sakura murmured when Sasuke was finished with unwrapping his present and as she was sitting next to him, she had a good view of the gift.
Naruto hadn't had any luck in the shops, no matter how many times he had gone back after his classes were finished. He had come close to panicking, fearing that this would be the year he would have nothing to give to his best friend, until he had suddenly been hit with a burst of inspiration one evening, six nights ago. It had been rather stupid, actually. He had been making himself a bowl of cereal and when he had gone to grab the bottle of milk, his mind had drifted off to the conversation he had had with Sasuke after their first night of sleeping together. From there his brain had made the switch to what he had considered at the time to be the perfect Christmas present for his best friend.
Now staring at Sasuke, who was studying the frame with a blank look on his face, Naruto started to have second thoughts and he wasn't certain anymore that he had created the perfect gift. Embarrassment started to fill him like a hot drink and he worried his lower lip between his teeth.
Sasuke's present was a painting Naruto had spent hours on and had led to three sleepless nights, a lot of caffeine and four crossed out attempts. The canvas on its own wasn't that big; twenty by twenty-four inches, large enough to paint the image Naruto had had come up with after four tries. The canvas was roughly divided into two parts: one part was painted orange, red and yellow, the colours blending and swirling together nicely, managing to look soft instead of too bright. The other part was painted blue and purple mainly, with some streaks of black near the bottom and the top corner. The colours were light enough to not come across as too dark, but the mingled darker colours still provided a good contrast with the orange and yellow next to it. The colours formed the background of the painting and while they were nice enough to look at, it was the addition right in the middle of the painting that formed the main focal point.
It was nothing too fancy or too complicated. Just two small hands reaching out towards each other, linking their index and middle fingers together. One hand – the one painted on the light coloured side – was a tad smaller than the other one and had a vague greenish spot near its wrist: a fading bruise. The other hand was slender, elegant looking, and slightly paler than the other one. There was no mistaking that they were children's hands, though; quite familiar ones even.
"Naruto …" Sasuke murmured; dark eyes rising up from their study of the portrait and looked at the blond in front of him intently.
Naruto squirmed and looked away, not able to deal with the penetrating gaze he was subjected to. "I just … figured it could act as a reminder, you know," he muttered, fidgeting with his fingers and looking everywhere but at the dark, all too knowing eyes. "So that you won't ever think it's going to be different."
"Stuck for life, huh?" Sasuke smirked, shaking his head lightly.
"You better believe it, bastard," Naruto grinned back, relieved that the older man didn't appear weirded out by his choice of a gift.
Sakura scrunched up her nose; her green eyes flitting back and forth between the two men. "I'm not even going to try to guess what that means," she snorted, leaning back; amusement colouring her voice.
"Probably for the best," Sasuke said dryly, but blue eyes took notice of how carefully he placed the painting on the table and warmth spread out from his stomach to the rest of his body.
When Naruto left the house a few hours later, being driven back home by Sasuke, the painting had found its place in Sasuke's study.
Right above the desk where Sasuke would see it whenever he looked up.
Maybe I'm better at finding gifts than I give myself credit for, Naruto grinned that night as he slipped underneath the sheets.
Not even the cold draft sneaking into his bedroom able to diminish his good mood.
True to his word, Jiraiya took him out for dinner a few days after New Year's. The entire time Naruto needled him for information about this mysterious friend, tried to get him to slip at least some details about him or her, but the older man remained stubbornly silent, saying he would tell the blond when he was ready.
That particular comment, about being ready, made Naruto wonder whether this particular friend was really just a friend and not something more. Even his teasing about that couldn't get the white haired man to open his mouth.
The second week of January saw him with his head almost entirely in the toilet bowl as he threw up his dinner of the evening before. The first time he dismissed it as having eaten something bad – the salmon had looked a bit off and he had a dark suspicion that it had gone past its expiration date – but after the third time that week, he started to become suspicious.
When Friday arrived and he had thrown up two more times – twice on Thursday – Naruto concluded that there was more going on than simply salmon having gone bad and he could smack his head against the wall when he realised that he hadn't taken a test yet. How could he have forgotten something like that?!
Well, he knew what to do now after his last class of the week was finished.
"Okay, you can come in," Naruto called out after he had placed the third test on the edge of the sink. He leant back against the wall and watched how Sakura first entered the bathroom, her cheeks rose with excitement, and then Sasuke followed; his face an odd mixture of apprehension and something else the blond man couldn't immediately identify.
"Three sticks?" Sasuke inquired dubiously when he noticed the pregnancy tests lying on the sink.
Sakura shrugged, tugging at some pink strands as her eyes stayed fixated on the white sticks. "Sometimes a test can give a false negative or a false positive, so it's better to use a few just to be on the safe side," she explained, tapping her foot quickly against the tiles, crossing her arms.
"So now we just have to wait for three minutes," Naruto announced, rubbing a hand over his left arm. He felt nervous and judging by the tense atmosphere in the bathroom, his friends weren't faring any better. He couldn't blame them for that.
He had called Sakura during his lunch break, informing her that he was planning on taking a pregnancy test today. She had instantly reassured him she would bring some tests he could use and she would pick him up from the school. On their way to their house, Sakura had called Sasuke and told him to return home immediately so he could be there when they got the results. For once Sasuke hadn't complained about having to move any meetings or being forced to postpone his work and had assured them he would be there as soon as he could.
Naruto was pretty certain his friend had actually ignored some traffic lights on his way here because they had barely been inside for five minutes when Sasuke had entered the house; his eyes glittering brightly.
Both his friends were clearly excited – even if Sasuke was better at hiding that, but Naruto knew him well enough to spot the signs – and he had all but been pushed inside the bathroom to take the tests. They all knew there was a chance that he wasn't pregnant yet – considering he had only slept with Sasuke a couple of times – but his recent bout of nausea was considered as a good sign.
"Time's up," Sakura announced, her voice trembling slightly, and all three of them leant forwards, eager to see the results.
Naruto stilled when he took in the results and he breathed out, "It's …"
"Positive! All three are positive!" Sakura squealed and the next thing Naruto knew slender arms were wrapped around his neck, the sweet scent of roses assaulted his nostrils, and his vision was briefly obstructed by pink hair.
"It's positive, fuck," Sasuke breathed out and sank down on the toilet; dark eyes gazing at the sticks incredulously.
Positive.
Naruto was pregnant.
AN2: And from here on the MPreg starts - and a shitload of more angst, but what else is new, huh?
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
Next time: Naruto has his first appointment and there he meets someone from the past.
See you all on the 30th of June for the eight chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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