Black Rain
Summary: Eloping with her boyfriend, Sakura left a devastated Naruto and her and Itachi's 2-year old baby. While Naruto sank into depression, his son is determined to cheer up his depressed father. But as their love blossoms, fate demands a nasty entertainment. SasuNaru
Prologue: Let's Split Up.
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It was raining… hard. The typewriter's annoying noise filled the room as a golden-haired 18-year old man busily typed his newest release of his 'Away to Paradise'. He had been busy writing the newest edition, a sequel to his grandfather's 'Icha Icha Paradise'.
He has everything. Through his father's and grandfather's death, he inherited a huge sum of money, since both of them were famous writers. Though his mother left him at a very young age, and he was left alone to fend for himself at the age of 16, he managed to graduate high school and pursued college.
But due to a fire, his father and grandfather died while celebrating his graduation day. He was away, buying their usual dose of sake so he wasn't included in the fire. Though it devastated him, but he fulfilled his promise and continued to write Icha Icha paradise. This started him in the writing department.
He was glad that he followed his father's wishes on him continuing the family's business. Because for him, writing a story is the easiest thing he would ever do. He is currently specializing in the field of Sociology and integrating his course could never be easier. He uses his knowledge of human relationships acquired in the field and uses it to make his stories more realistic.
He was happy with his life, considering how easy his road had become. After all, he has a very beautiful girlfriend right by his side. How could things ever go wrong?
Let's not forget that aside from being beautiful, Sakura had the brains, strength, popularity and money. Almost everything can be found on her. For Naruto, she is perfect and he wouldn't exchange her for the world.
He smiled to himself as he remembered the good times they had together. Sakura was always the romantic type. She's also fun and outgoing girl who loves adventure- the reason why they spend almost all of their vacation times in the woods, camping and doing every dangerous types of adventures you ever know.
He continued typing as he dozed off to another world, letting his emotions control his fingers as he wrote a very romantic scene in his novel, with a contented smile on his face.
But his musings were interrupted with a loud banging on the door. His content was soon replaced with worry as he dashed to open the door, only to reveal a soaked Sakura holding a boy on her arms.
"Sakura-chan? What's wrong? What happened? And who is this boy?" He asked worriedly but his girlfriend just handed him the boy.
"Naruto, let me explain. This is Sasuke, my son. He's only two years old, so please take good care of him." As she attempt to leave the door, her wrist was grabbed by a now enraged Naruto.
"What's the meaning of this Sakura? You hid my son away from me for two years? And you'll just leave me alone?"
Sakura turned around and looked at Naruto sadly. "I'm sorry Naruto. But he isn't your son. When I was just 16, I had sex with another boy. It was a drunken sex, really. It meant nothing. But it resulted to this boy. Naruto, I'm sorry, but… I fell in love with that boy. At first, I tried to forget it, but relationship with you had gotten boring." At this Sakura's voice turned cold and her expression unreadable.
"I loved you Naruto. But I didn't like the way you handle our relationship. I'm going with Itachi. If you truly loved me, take care of my child. Raise him in remembrance of our relationship."
Naruto was about to reply, but Sakura already left. And he sank to the floor, not knowing how to react to the things that had just happened.
Add the fact that Sakura never did explain to him fully what has happened, his mind ran in circle as confusion overtook him. Also, the way Sakura was so worried and emotionless as she handled him the child was so confusing.
As the child tugged at his shirt, he didn't know but something within him became alive. Something so familiar, yet he couldn't grasp it. With a soft smile, he carried the child to his bed and silently went to a room; he specially made to talk to his father and grandfather.
He didn't understand yet what has happened, but, for him and the child, he will live.