Oh, god, you have no idea how sorry I am I didn't update sooner!! And for leaving it on that god-awful cliffie (not my intention, I swear!!) As if the gods were punishing me, my internet was taken away, my computer hard disk wiped itself (so I had to rewrite this whole darn chapter) and my computer now doesn't seem to want to open Microsoft Word.

On a more positive note, I'm going to Florida on Saturday - YAY!! Anyone know of any good anime/manga/copic/comic book/art stores in and around Orlando? XD

So yeah, this happens to be the last chapter. I can't believe I've gotten this far - if I'm entirely honest, I'm kind of sick of this story (thus the terrible slow updates) so I'm half-surprised I could finish it at all. (Oh yeah, I wrote most of this at 3am, without the aid of caffeine, so feel free to point out the large number of mistakes I've probably made. It's also totally unbeta'ed, since Pan-chan isn't online right now, and I get the feeling you guys didn't want to wait...)

Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, mentions of rape, bad language, typos and probably countless continuity errors.

Disclaimer: In case you were unaware, I do not own Naruto.

Enjoy!


Chapter Thirteen

Sasuke P.O.V

Naruto was in a hospital bed. And it was my fault.

Tsunade said it was a nervous breakdown, that it wasn't a surprise after all he'd been through. And that, judging by his muttering, his memories of the rape had returned, which had probably set it off. I hadn't told her what I'd said to him. We had moved back to her office now, to discuss looking after Naruto for a while.

Well, at least he's 'cured', I thought bitterly.

My body began to shake with both anger and regret as I felt myself well up again. And something else. Of course, it was guilt. So perhaps I'd taken it a bit far. Okay, way too far. Fuck, I'd fucking hospitalised him, what was I thinking?! Well, how was I to know he'd react that violently? I was expecting him to get angry, to punch me or something, not collapse in a screaming, quivering heap. The Naruto I knew was stronger than that.

Then again, the Naruto I knew wasn't the Naruto who had been raped. The Naruto who'd been suffering alone all this time. The Naruto that was probably so hormonally unbalanced right now it was almost surprising he wasn't growing breasts or something. Ew.

That was the Naruto who was in the hospital bed. The damaged Naruto, if I dare to say it that way, would of course have a different reaction to the hardened ninja who'd never given up.

My stomach lurched and I felt sick again. Ugh, I was so pathetic when it came to emotional pain.

"So did he find you? Before this, I mean…did you say something to him?" The Hokage barely even tried to veil the threatening tone of her voice, and I glared at her. I wiped away the tears as inconspicuously as I could.

"Yeah, he did." I muttered in response.

Silence resonated around us as Tsunade examined my face suspiciously. "…and?"

"And what? I told him to leave me alone."

"What? Why?"

"Well, I knew that the jutsu had gone away, so I just set everything straight and…informed him that he…he didn't have to worry, because I wasn't in love with him…and some other stuff. I thought it would be easier that way." For me. "For both of us. To get it over with quickly."

As soon as I said it, I feared for my life. Tsunade's face contorted to that of an over-protective mother. A pissed off overprotective mother. A pissed off, over protective mother who had just caught someone trying to debauch her child.

"You said what?! You little- how could you be such an asshole?! How could you say that to him…to him?!" She was standing, leaning forward and practically aflame; maternal instincts flaring up.

"What does he care?! The jutsu's worn off, right?!"

"You moron! The jutsu wore off at midnight last night!"

"…mid- oh, FUCK."

And that was when the world imploded.

I'm over-exaggerating, of course. But that's how it felt to me. Call me melodramatic, but I'd just screwed up. Big time. Hell, big doesn't even begin to describe it.

He'd been cured. He'd been cured and he still had feelings for me.

He'd even told me. Fuck. Oh, fuck. What had I done?

And that was the second time that day that someone had run out of the Hokage's office without warning or explanation.

It took me less than five minutes to get back to the hospital, and this time I sprinted right into his room.


Naruto P.O.V

"I told you it'd hurt." Kyuubi growled at me, and I flipped him the bird.

Stupid fox. Stupid fucking fox.

No, stupid fucking Sasuke.

Still not right. Stupid fucking Naruto for thinking stupid fucking Sasuke could possibly ever have feelings for…for this. I waved a hand at my surroundings as if illustrating my point to an audience.

I really was going insane now, motioning to an imaginary audience and talking about myself in third person.

Of course, considering I was sitting cross-legged in greenish sewage water within my own conscience, I thought I was doing pretty well in the sanity area.

So, yeah, I must have been unconscious, because I was stuck down here with the biggest pain-in-the-ass demon ever, who, once I was done whining about what a little shit Sasuke was, thought he'd rub it in that he'd told me I was going to get hurt. Well, brilliant. Just fucking brilliant. And besides, wasn't the shitty demon supposed to protect me against this kind of thing? Some help he was.

Okay, so maybe my relationship with Sasuke wasn't exactly a life and death situation. I felt like I was dying, wasn't that enough?

Sometimes, when I had too much on my mind, I would meditate myself into here so that I could sit and collect my thoughts. But right now even this couldn't help me with all these mixed up emotions.

Mostly, I felt humiliated. I'd been such an idiot, thinking that Sasuke actually, you know, liked me. I mean, he'd never even said so. There had never been any actual evidence that this was more than just sex. But I'd let myself believe it was, I wanted it to be more, so much that I'd deluded myself into thinking he actually…

And then there was this undirected anger, not even all towards Sasuke, but to myself for being such a damn moron. And towards those men…those…oh, god. No, I wasn't thinking about them. I couldn't. And yeah, a little bit of anger towards Sasuke. The prick. I mean, if he was that pissed off at me, he could have said so earlier, right? I know I must have hurt his feelings…or at least been a major pain in the ass, but that didn't give him the right to be such a dick about it.

But above all, the absolute worst part about it was that I felt guilty. I actually felt guilty for what I'd put Sasuke through! It was so ridiculous, but I was still undeniably in love with the asshole, and that just made me guiltier and angrier.

I swear, the next time I saw him, I was gonna punch him so hard…maybe this time I'd actually break his face rather than my fist, I thought bitterly.

I hurt so much. All over. Physically, mentally. I couldn't stop thinking about that night, flashbacks raking my mind. And Sasuke. Fucking bastard Sasuke. Fucking prick Sasuke. Fucking beautiful Sasuke, and his fucking beautiful lies.

And, god, he'd touched me like they'd touched me and yet it was so different, the two acts could barely be compared. But they were the same, right? Same sex, same jutsu. So why did it feel so good with him, and why did the memories of them hurt so much?

And why did I have to remember?

"So, was it you?" I suddenly wondered aloud. "Did you repress the memories?"

"No. Your brain did that all by itself" the beast behind me answered with a hint of amusement.

"Wow. My brain is smart."

Kyuubi snorted. I ignored him.

"I'm going to guess they're not going to go away again?" I continued sourly.

"Doesn't seem like they will. Too bad, kiddo, you're going to have nightmares for a while."

"Nightmares are nothing new."

"I know."

We fell into an awkward kind of silence and I let out a long sigh. "I suppose I'd better get back and…" I trailed off. What was I going to do now? Hide in my house and avoid Sasuke for the rest of my life? I could really do with going on a mission to get my mind off of all this, but I was pretty damn sure Tsunade wouldn't be letting me run around on anything more than a D-rank in the foreseeable future.

I didn't really have a choice; I had to just stay in the hospital until I'd recovered from whatever it was I'd just had, and hope that Sasuke didn't come and visit me.

Judging from the look on his face when I'd collapsed, he probably wouldn't be visiting any time soon.

"This sucks!" I let out an aggravated groan and punched the floor in anger. Murky water splashed all around me. I hated this! No, what I hated was that I couldn't do anything! All this time, I'd just been dragged around, and I hated being told what to do! Why was no one giving me the chance to fight back? Didn't anyone trust me to be able to fight?

"You're not weak" Kyuubi muttered. Trust me to have a giant demon fox spirit as my most sympathetic listener. "You're just…pretty fucking unlucky."

I couldn't help but let a grin escape me. "Thanks." I whispered, closing my eyes and reaching out for consciousness.

Sasuke. The word flooded my mind as soon as my eyes opened and I was met with painful light. Sasuke is here. Standing by the door, looking shell-shocked, was the bastard himself. Fucking bastard. What could he possibly want now?

And why couldn't I bring myself to hate him!? Even now, I wanted to reach out for him, to beg him not to hate me, to love me like I'd thought he had. It was so pathetic.

"Naruto."

"Get out." My voice was low and dangerous, and I meant it. I didn't know if I was in any condition to even walk right now, but I was sure that I could deliver a half-decent punch if I needed to.

"Wait – Naruto, just listen to me!"

"Get the fuck out of my room, asshole! I don't want to see you!" I was lying. I wanted to see him so much it hurt.

"Naruto-"

Suddenly, I was on my feet, unsteady as anything, but ready to beat the living shit out of him.

"I said, get the fuck out!" I practically screamed. "Haven't you done enough?!" Without even thinking about it, I was swinging a fist at him – a bodily reaction I couldn't even control. I was scared and hurt and angry and all I wanted to do was hug him and kiss him but also punch him and see him suffer and I didn't know, I just didn't know what I wanted anymore!

"Naruto!"

"Fuck off!" A low hiss, and I reached forward to push him, and he grabbed me by the wrist, so I moved to kick him, panicking. I had lost all control now, flailing in blind panic, terror seizing my muscles. I felt a nail scratch his cheek, but all I could think was that I was in danger and I needed to get away.

I was running, out of the room, out of the hospital, nurses screeching after me, Sasuke watching in shock as I sprinted down the street, not even thinking about the fact I was only wearing a hospital gown, or that my feet were being cut by stones, or that I was cold. I kept my eyes closed the whole way – not a smart idea since I must have knocked over a fair few people on the way to…where was I going?! I didn't know, I didn't care, I just had to get away.

When I opened my eyes, I was pushing through the guards outside of the Hokage's building and heading towards her office. I didn't know that Sasuke had just come from this same office, nor did I know if Tsunade was even there or not.

"Naruto!" Sasuke was chasing me, yelling after me. Panic marred his features. "Wait, Naruto, wait!"

He'd caught up to me, and then he was pushing me down, straddling me, pinning my arms about my head and oh my god he was going to hurt me he was going to kill me oh my god.

Fear flooded my body. I was yelling, and I could feel every muscle within me tensing, screaming to fight, to run, to do something, anything, before he hurt me.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't breathe.

I didn't even know why, since this was Sasuke, and even if he was a prick, he wouldn't, couldn't physically hurt me…right?

But the flashbacks were returning and Sasuke's panicked face was changing into a sneering ninja's and my heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to burst out of me and crunch.

I hadn't even noticed that my hand was free, but there it was, the base of my palm rapidly being coated with the streaming blood of Sasuke's nose.

And then hands. Hands dragging Sasuke away, me curling up into the foetal position again as I tried to stop them, not the hands but the memories, the laughing voices, those hands that hurt me and defiled me and oh my god make it stop, make it stop.

I tore myself away and ran out of the door as if I could leave the memories behind. I knew very well that this was just a panic attack, that I was overreacting, that I needed to calm down or I was going to pass out again, but I couldn't stop the terror that was knotting my stomach, the blockade that had filled my lungs, the tears that were heating my eyes.

More hands, drawing me back, stopping me, pushing me gently back to the door. "Relax." Kakashi whispered in my ear, and I started breathing again. "Listen." That voice, gentle but firm, was all I needed to drag me out of my stupor and I gasped, heavy and desperate, trying to regain my coherence. He held me there, softly but firmly, against the door. "Listen." He repeated.

I breathed. And I listened. And I heard.

And then everything finally made sense.


Sasuke P.O.V

"You little shit!" Tsuande screamed at me as she burst through her office door, ripping me away from the frozen Naruto beneath me and dragging me into the office itself, slamming the door behind her. Within a split second, she had healed my nose, which I took to mean she was probably about to inflict much more serious damage. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I was just trying to talk to him!" I bit back, wiping away some of the blood with my sleeve.

"You think he's going to talk to you now?! After what you did to him?! For god's sake, Uchiha, why couldn't you just fucking explain like a normal person?!"

"Explain what?!"

"Your feelings, maybe?!"

"I don't have any…I don't have feelings for him…I don't." The more times I said it, the less true it sounded. Neither of us were convinced.

"Uchiha…you asshole."

And she was right. I was an asshole. I'd just told the love of my life that he was a demon…a slut. I'd just brought back his memories of the worst night of his life. I might as well have shoved another chidori in his chest; this time aimed at the heart. Oh, shut up, I said I was melodramatic, didn't I?

But it's not my fault! It's not! I thought that he was- that he didn't… I'm so confused! I don't know what I'm supposed to do! Feelings came bubbling up, and before I knew it, I was screaming at the Hokage. This was vaguely reminiscent of the night I'd fought with Naruto at the valley at the end…somehow whenever I get way overemotional, I end up screaming at someone.

Yeah, I know, I need serious therapy.

"Shut up, you stupid hag! You have no idea how I felt!" The words burst out as a low hiss, before creeping up in the octaves and volume to an all-out scream. "Everything he was telling me was a lie! I…I fucking loved him! I've loved him for…for so fucking long, and then to have him suddenly feel this…this forced love for me?! It was torture, like I was being choked with the very thing I wanted most!" I was very nearly crying again, hot, bitter tears threatening to stream from my eyes. My words came out as a strangled, mournful cry, "And now you tell me it was real?! Well, fuck you! I don't know what to believe any more!"

"Believe me." A quiet voice emanated from the doorway, and I felt my blood freeze in guilty terror.

Naruto.



Naruto P.O.V

"Believe me."

My voice emerged hoarse and tired, but it emerged, all the same, and it was enough to make him stop and choke on his words. Kakashi released me, and let me walk towards him, wobbly and tired.

"Naruto…" Sasuke whispered, turning to me. There were tears in his eyes; of anger and betrayal, a soft and sad expression.

I hurt. I won't pretend I didn't. I really, really hurt and I hated him for it. And yet, I couldn't hate him, because I loved him so fucking much.

I wanted him. I wanted him so much it hurt even to want him. I was scared of wanting him, hell, I was scared of everything, but it didn't stop the want.

Nothing would make the pain of the memories go away, I knew that, but equally, the pain of losing Sasuke wouldn't go away no matter how I refused him. It wasn't that I needed him; I was perfectly capable of walking away right then, of telling Sasuke to go fuck himself and never seeing him again.

I could do it. I didn't have to want him anymore. But I wanted to, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him that it was okay, that everything was alright as long as we had each other.

And you know the best thing? This time, it would be my choice, my feelings.

"It wasn't really a lie." I breathed. "At least, not near the end, I promise. And you know…you know I don't go back on my word, bastard!" I tried to grin, and then paused reflectively. "Well, at first…I didn't know what I was doing. It was just…sex." I wonder if he noticed I was blushing. "And then, suddenly, it became this amazing, twisted routine, and I found myself needing it in a totally different way and…I think I fell in love with you or something." This was not supposed to sound as cheesy as it did, I swear.

It was odd, confessing my love to him in the Hokage's office while wearing what I was sure was a paper dress. I hadn't quite had the brains to change before escaping the hospital. While I was speaking, Kakashi and Tsunade had crept out, leaving us alone to sort out our problems, and I internally thanked them for it.

"Yeah…" I nodded, confirming it with myself as much as him, "I love you, you crazy bastard."

I swear he was about to cry. But he shook his head – my heart gave a jolt of terror – and smiled. Of course, this actually increased my fear, since when Sasuke smiled it was usually a bad thing, but then he laughed – my heart jolted again – and grabbed me into a back-breaking hug, snuggling his bloody nose into my neck in a way that I'm sure hurt his much bruised jaw.

"Yeah, I love you too, you stupid idiot." he muttered, letting me go and shoving me in the shoulder playfully. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"…Well, that was romantic." Of course, only we could confess our love for each other with insults attached.

"Yeah, well, what do you want me to say?!"

"Something about how you, I dunno, couldn't live without me?! How I complete you, how I'm like…the stars to you, a shining beacon of light in your life?!"

"You've been reading too much Icha Icha."

"Fuck you!"

"I'd rather fuck you."

"You are the most unromantic being in the whole world, asshole!!"

"Oh, shut up."

And then he swept me up into his arms and kissed me.

I mean this quite literally, because he actually physically picked me up bridal style, which, had there been anyone in the room (as if Kakashi and Tsunade weren't eavesdropping) they would have had a full view of my crown jewels. So I yelped, smacked him in the face with my bad hand, yelped again and landed on the floor painfully as Sasuke dropped me.

Then we both turned to each other, and just stared. There was something in his eyes that I didn't quite understand, probably because I'd never really seen Sasuke happy, like, really happy before. After a few seconds of silence, I saw his mouth twist into a smile and then he was laughing, hysterically, and I couldn't help but follow, laughing so hard I was nearly crying. Who knew why we were rolling in hysterics, perhaps it was because of the sheer hilarity of the whole situation, but it didn't last long before Sasuke pulled me into a gentle, yet undeniably passionate kiss.

I couldn't help but snake my arms around him, and let him run his hands down my chest. "Dobe…" He breathed, "I missed you."

"It's been, like, a day." I chuckled, and felt him return the small laugh into my neck.

"I still missed you."

"See, now that's romantic. I knew you had it in you."

"Mmn, you inspire me." He gently sucked on my neck and I shivered slightly.

"Wait." Concerned eyes met mine.

"Are you okay? Is this too fast?" I nodded silently, looking away. I couldn't meet his eyes – those worried eyes that examined my expression as if trying to tell what I was thinking.

I knew that he could sense my hesitation now, my slight flinch as he touched me, my unconscious reaction as a result of the memories, the pain, everything.

I was damaged, and he could tell. But I knew he would be patient with me, he would treat me so gently that I would become impatient with him. He loved me, and so he would wait until I was ready.

Yeah, so we weren't exactly masters of the arts of romance. Nor were we the most conventional couple, but hell knows that doesn't matter.

It especially doesn't matter when you have the most gorgeous official-boyfriend in the whole of Konoha, who not only has insane tongue skills, but is also skilled in the arts of ripping apart paper dresses as well as…well, let's just say Tsunade got her desk replaced pretty soon after that.

It took us four months to finally have sex again. Sure, there was a lot of kissing and touching and playing (as Tsunade was acutely aware, after we 'played' all over her paperwork) but there was no penetration.

"Sasuke."

Sasuke was patient with me.

"Sasuke. Can't we-"

He waited until I was ready.

"No, Naruto."

Hell, he waited for about a month after I was ready, just to make sure I was definitely, definitely ready…

"Sasuke, if you don't have sex with me soon, I'm going to dry up."

..and then an extra week…

"Sasuke, if you don't fuck me, I'm going to turn straight and fuck Sakura."

…and another day…

"As if Sakura would let you fuck her."

And then, finally, one beautiful summer's night, under the full moon, he laid me down on a bed of roses…

Okay, I lie. It was the dead of winter and it was raining again, and we did it in a cave. Don't ask me why. We'd just finished one of a string of C-Rank missions, and we were headed back to Konoha when it had started chucking it down, so we'd sheltered in some random cave, since we weren't in a rush or anything. And…well, one thing had led to another, and for some unknown reason, it just felt right.

"Sasuke. My back hurts." Okay, maybe not completely perfect, I noted as I complained as stones stuck to the skin on my back.

"This is why I wanted to wait!" he cried indignantly, and I leered at him, grinning.

"Don't you think this is kind of exciting?"

"There are bats in here, dobe. I swear they're watching us."

"…don't you think that's kind of exciting?"

"…you're very strange."

I couldn't help but laugh at him, laying back on the gravel and wincing as stones stuck to my back. "Okay, maybe you're right. We should wait until we get home…" I was teasing him, and he knew it. He was leant over me, already rock hard and panting softly. He'd been preparing me for what seemed like hours, and I was so damn ready that I was nearly coming already.

"You little-"

I laughed again, and reached to the back of his head, pulling him into a rough kiss. "Don't worry, Sasuke," I whispered hoarsely into his ear, "you're going to fuck me right here, really fucking hard, and I'm going to moan like a whore, and it's going to be fucking amazing since we've both been holding back so fucking long." I knew I sounded confident, even if my head was spinning, and pterodactyls were flapping in my stomach.

"Are you-"

"Yes. I'm so fucking sure that if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to hold you down and shove it in you." He raised an eyebrow at me and seemed to consider this for a moment, before pushing himself gently against my entrance.

"Yes…" I breathed softly as he filled me. I welcomed the sting of pain that came from four months without penetration. I welcomed it because it reminded me that this was real, this was me, and this was Sasuke thrusting into me, and I loved Sasuke. Oh, god, I loved him so much. Which is exactly what I moaned as he began to move in me.

He'd been holding back, it was obvious. And clearly it had been painful for him, too, judging by the way he was moaning softly above me. Sasuke was usually the quiet one.

"Yes…" his quiet voice murmured, "oh, god, yes…Naruto…" His hand wrapped around my length again and he stroked hard and fast as he sped up his thrusts. Now it was my turn to moan, louder than him as per usual. I could feel the heat rising in me, that burning deep in the pits of my stomach that made me want to grip Sasuke tight and scream into the crook of his neck. I allowed myself to moan obscenities in his ear as he let out his own softer moans, still increasing his speed. His face was flushed, the red contrasting against the milky white of his skin, and his face was contorted into an expression of pure lust.

"Fuck!" I suddenly hissed as the pleasure within me spiked. Slamming against my prostrate, he was beginning to make me lose control. The pleasure assaulted me in waves, and I could do nothing but moan his name and cling harder onto his shoulders.

Harder, faster, hotter, the pleasure bubbled inside me like a cooking pot threatening to overflow. I was so close, and as far as I could tell, so was he.

"Together…" He muttered, and slammed his lips against mine, thrusting hard into me as shuddering took over both of our bodies. I did scream this time, as heat and pleasure overwhelmed me and all I could see what the world turning white.

And then, with a final, desperate kiss, we collapsed against each other, panting hard and still shuddering ever so slightly.

"Naruto…" Sasuke was whispering softly, as he buried his nose in my hair. "I love you. I fucking love you."

"Ilytoo…" I mumbled back, too tired to separate the words. I felt him chuckle lightly, and he leant down to kiss me on the nose before leaning back and allowing me to cuddle up with him.

Oh, how I loved him.

I'm not saying it was easy. I'm not saying I didn't still wake up in a cold sweat after nights of dreaming about them, and I'm not saying I didn't, on more than one occasion, slap Sasuke's hands away from me and burst into totally random tears.

No, it wasn't easy, but Sasuke made it as manageable as it could be. And when we returned to his house, he pulled me into the shower and made sure to clean between every crack (oh, ha ha.) And then, with a slight flush to his lips, he said "We're going to Ichiraku. On, you know, a date."

And I smiled.

And it was the realest smile I've ever smiled.


Epilogue

Naruto P.O.V

He'd caught us just before we entered Ichiraku Ramen.

"Ah, Naruto!" Kakashi smiled; his eye curving into the usual upside down 'U' shape. "I was just talking about you with Tsunade!"

"Eh?" I was sure this couldn't be good.

"We were just discussing some of the possible long-term side-effects of the jutsu."

"Side-effects? Long-term?" I parroted back at him, and he carried on smiling.

"Nothing major." He said, chirpily. "Increased libido, nosebleeds, migraines, male pregnancy…"

MALE PREGNANCY?!

"Male what?!" This time it was Sasuke who repeated it. I was too shocked to speak.

"You mean…I could be…" I stared between Sasuke and Kakashi in bewilderment.

It was while I was spluttering and staring that Kakashi let out a chuckle and chirped "Just kidding!"

He then moved very quickly out of the way, in order to avoid Sasuke's incoming fist.

I laughed at the two of them, warmth spreading through me. Sasuke stared at me, a slight shock spreading over his features, before a warm smile graced his lips.

"What?" I asked him, and he shook his head.

"You smiled." He said, quietly. I was even more confused.

"I always smile."

"Yeah. But this time you mean it." And then he grinned, properly grinned, and kissed my forehead before walking into Ichiraku. I stayed outside, and then glanced at Kakashi.

"Hey, sensei… what you just said…that's not actually possible, right? Guys can't…"

"Naruto, we can walk on water. We can generate electricity out of our own bodies. Heck, you've just spent a month under a jutsu that made you uncontrollably horny; do you honestly think that there isn't one out there that'll get a guy knocked up?"

"So, if, you know, in the future, we wanted to…"

"I'm sure we could find something to assist you, yes. But…" he trailed off for a moment, "carrying a baby is a huge strain on the body and quite frankly I don't know what Kyuubi's chakra-"

"Oh, no need to worry about that!" I smiled cheerfully, and waved a hand at him before beginning to follow Sasuke. "I wouldn't be the one carrying it." I said matter-of-factly. He raised an eyebrow at me, looking shocked, and I laughed.

Of course, I was kidding. If we were ever going to have kids, we'd just do the whole surrogate mother thing. But Kakashi didn't need to know that. I left him looking shell-shocked in revenge.

Inside Ichiraku, I slipped behind Sasuke's chair, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you" I whispered.

He snorted at me. "I love you more." He said, as if issuing a challenge.

"I love you morer!" came my immediate reply, and he rolled his eyes.

"Morer isn't a word, idiot." He shook his head, and I grinned at him.

And nothing in the world could wipe that smile off my face.


Yay for corny endings!! And no, I don't intend to write an mpreg sequel.

So, yeah, guys. I guess that's it. Um. I don't really know what to do now. This is weird. Stay tuned for info on any new fics - I might put some previews up temporarily at the end of this fic. Until then, thank you all for reading, reviewing and PMing me when I'm being useless!! It's been a great ride.

Camunki :D