AN: F*** I've been gone for too long now. This story should end long ago. I'll try updating all my stories before 2015.

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She must've had scared the children away as she sped through roads both narrow and wide to reach the Uchiha mansion before sundown. Drenched in sweat and covered with dust and exhausted from her three-day travel, she wasted no time freshening up or catching her breath. Time 's important here. She had slipped past the guards on the border when they denied her entrance to Oto. The otokage expressly ordered to turn Haruno Sakura out. Not even her mission scroll she need to personally deliver to Sasuke or any sort of bribery soften the hearts of those men. So she had to resort to dirty tricks. Silently thanking Naruto, she had transformed into a gay woman whose long blond hair were gathered into pigtails. Thus swaying her hips and showing a fake passport, she had made her way to the village.

But Karin was installed as the otokage's eyes. It won't be long before she could sense Sakura's presence. Sasuke would be home from work in half an hour or so. So Sakura had only a few precious minutes to tell her son everything. Her transformation jutsu commenced and now wearing her sturdy sandals instead of four inches and a half heels, she further quickened her pace. Her life depended on a few moments of uninterrupted talk with Haru.

She passed by a long stretch of forests in a jiffy hoping Karin was sleeping at the moment and so won't notice a suspicious chakra moving towards the Uchiha mansion. The line of thick trees stopped abruptly and Sakura came also to an abrupt stop, almost falling headlong into the water. She regained her balance and stealthily walked on the wide expanse of water. In the middle of that lake stood the famed Uchiha mansion. It was supported by an unmoving raft which also served as a dock on all four sides. Tall walls covered most of the mansion's beauty but the red roofs- both ends turning up like a bird in flight was visible from the outside.

With the gates securely locked, she climbed on the walls and noticed the absence of guards. She noted that the mansion had a beautiful garden with man-made islets and little bridges akin to konoha's osaka bridge. Surrounding that area were several buildings interconnected through enclosed corridors. The biggest of them all was positioned on the rear end; probably Sasuke's quarters knowing he liked peace and quiet. On its right is a similar building, only a little smaller. An assortment of shurikens were scattered on its open veranda and a spinning top was caught on the bush nearby. Sakura knew this was Haru's quarters. She jumped down noiselessly on the grass-carpeted ground and crept on the open veranda. Peeping through the latticed shutters in the reception, she saw her little boy spreadeagled on the floor . He was sleeping soundly, his feet warm under the kotatsu. A book was laid facedown his belly. Sakura bit her knuckles to prevent herself from crying out loud. Her beautiful boy who resembled his father a lot looked so contented. She hated to destroy his faith in his father but she had to in order to reclaim what was denied of her.

Her hand made a move to push aside the side door but a large hand prevented it. She whirled around to come face to face with an angry Sasuke. Before she could blink back her initial shock, she was transported to the enclosed corridor between father and son's living quarters. Her back glued to his front.

"I thought I made it clear- you can't" Sasuke whispered, holding her waist with one arm "take away my son Sakura."

"He's my son too!" she said loudly intending for Haru to hear.

Sasuke covered her mouth and whispered, sending tiny puffs of air to her nape "You can't just take what you willingly throw away."

She tried to shake free but he tightened his grip on her mouth it was almost painful. She strained against him unknowingly brushing her buttocks against his bulge.

"You know I've been living like a monk since Haru came." His deep bass rumbled in her ear causing her belly to flutter. She just found out a way to wriggle her way out. She hoped seduction will work.

She caressed the hand that covered her mouth, tracing tiny circles on its back. He breathed into her nape. The warm air caused the tiny hairs on her back to stand on ends. She wondered just who was seducing who. His grip on her didn't loosen one bit. Her other hand held on his knee then she boldly slid it up, missing the part that needed tending, to rest on his hip. Sasuke snickered and leaving her mouth free, he crushed one breast through her sweaty clothes. "You stink now, still..."

"No," she mewled and doubled over. This sensation, she hated to admit it, but she missed this. His hand sought the parting on her blouse and failing to find it, tore that miserable piece of clothing in two.

"Fuck," he said. It must've been too long since he touched breasts, her breasts. Sakura still bent over pushed against the paper thin sliding door to keep from falling not knowing the sturdy outer panel that usually accompany that thin material and which would've supported their weights were slid out of the way. The screen naturally gave way. She fell facedown on the threshold of a spacious room, Sasuke hovering above her.

"Haruno-san?" A wide-eyed Haru stood before them. His hair in a muss. He was apparently wakened by the noises they made.

"I'm your mother Haru-kun," she blurted out, topless and in a compromising position. She didn't care. Her son was what she came here for. The boy blinked several times. Sasuke stood rather proud for someone who was caught doing a naughty thing.

"You see Haru," Sakura rose on her feet and wore her backpack from the front to cover her breasts, "before the great shinobi war, your father defected from-"

Sasuke cut in. "She have some designs to become my wife, and your mother as a result. Despite what you just witnessed Haru, I'm not marrying her. So rest easy."

"Yes dad."

"No, no," Sakura knelt before Haru. Her creamy white shoulders on display. The boy fixed his gaze on his father. "Listen Haru-kun, years ago your father, well, he kidnapped me and..." She faltered because the boy glared at her. Between his esteemed father and this grubby woman who moments ago was displaying ample amounts of cleavage, there's no doubt who he'll trust.

"Did he?" Haru had that don't-make-me-hate-you look just now.

Sasuke smirked and left for his quarters, the ends of his robe swaying in the wind.

"Haru-kun," she said. "You see your father did some bad things in the past but it d-"

But the boy wasn't listening anymore. He went to his kotatsu to work on an exercise book. Haru had his rigid back facing her making it plain for her not to approach. Sakura wept quietly. Here's the son she was longing for and she couldn't even reach out to pick the lint off his shirt. A cool draft of air touched her back as the sliding door then the shoji screen was softly slid aside forcing Sakura to finally rummaged for a shirt in her pack.

A tall man entered and dragged Haru inside his room. Karin who was dressed in her usual white shirt and short shorts remained on the threshold. She tossed a robe on Sakura's lap.

"I'll show you the way out," she said.

"Karin."

"Hello Sakura. You don't look good."

"No." Sakura wore the soft material gingerly.

"I see your hokage told you about their little deception. You were doubtful when I told on you awhile back."

"I don't know what to believe at the time."

"Haru's the same way now. Give him time."

Sakura clutched Karin's shoulder. "Why are you so kind to me? I don't understand."

Karin dragged Sakura towards the gate. "Just because I offer good advice doesn't mean I approve of you taking the child back to konoha. Your council of elders plotting even their sleep is crazy. Go now and befriend Sasuke in the morning."

"Help me." In another lifetime Sakura wouldn't ask for the redhead's help. "Please?"

Karin scoffed at her. "I went against Sasuke-kun once in a daffodil field next to the waterfalls, you remember that don't you? Of course you do, the time you were whoring in the middle of a war."

Sakura cringed.

"You've got to get the father first before you can proceed to get his son. Haru respects his father so much you won't get a smile from him without Sasuke allowing it."

A bell resounded in the area signalling dinner. Karin pushed Sakura in an empty boat and ran inside, closing the heavy gates in her haste. Sakura listened for the sound of padlocks being locked in placed before leisurely rowing the boat to the shore. There's nothing much Karin can do. Sakura guessed the redhead even now was still trying to prove her loyalty to the otokage. There must be several ways to befriend Sasuke and Sakura in the fashion of the leaf's elders, went to bed plotting; even willing her dreams to share some illuminating actions to take.

The next day saw Sakura forcing her entry to the otokage office. Her dreams yield nothing so she charged in true Naruto style. The guards were nothing to her strength and the door to the kage's office opened before she could break it.

She was unnerved by Sasuke's silence. He sat behind his majestic desk, elbows resting on the pile of documents, interlaced hands cradling his chin and covering his mouth. Sakura knew behind those hands, his lips were set in a firm straight line.

"I at least want to be graciously shown in here but your guards were idiots. I told them I bear a scroll to be personally delivered to you but they wouldn't let me in. The hokage of the leaf village have a missive for you otokage-sama." She bowed and placed the scroll before him. By wearing her professional mask, she was sure Sasuke won't bring up last night's fiasco.

Sasuke read Tsunade's message without a sound. Just as she thought, his lips were held in a straight line. But it soon turned down in a frown.

"No," he said, casting the scroll in a bin labeled trash. "Tell the hokage the otokage said no. He won't allow it."

Sakura panicked. Sasuke must enter into a pact with Konoha or she won't have a sufficient reason in a legal standpoint to stay in Oto. She bowed low and kept her voice from wavering. "Will the otokage state his reason for declining the leaf's aid?"

"You're annoying. I declined your offer of medical training last time."

"It's the hokage's offering you now."

"And still I refuse. My secretary will send a missive to your hokage outlining my reasons for refusing help. You may wait at the reception for them. It'll be quick, you can leave this village in an hour."

Before he could call his secretary to show her out, Sakura touched the sleeve of his black robe as he went for the door. He trained his dark eyes on her and she stared back with equal intensity. No matter how cold he may seemed, his eyes told a different story. He reached for the zipper on her shirt and slowly slid it down leaving her chest open to his gaze. She wore no perfume and what rose to met their noses was her clean soapy smell. He slid her brassiere down and nipped at her breasts. She let out a fake moan, anything to lead him on. Anything to make him want her to stay.

But sensitive Sasuke pushed her away. "You should know by now I hate doing half-assed work. So if you're going to moan, I'll make it sure it's for real." And pulled her right back in.

Sakura thought of Haru to distract herself but Sasuke was demanding. He cupped her between her legs raising her up on his desk. It was a convenient height for him to fuck her standing. His fuck finger was tracing tiny circles on her clit through her underwear. When he touched her nub, that was when she let out a real moan. She saw Sasuke snigger.

One moment and her skirt and panties were off. Man he was fast. The assault of his warm hand on her sex was unexpectedly pleasant. She had forgotten how good he was at this. She was moaning for real before she could prevent it. A few rubbing and caressing and she was soon wet. Sasuke parted the folds of his robe and his underwear to the side to let his penis emerge between the parting.

Sakura closed her eyes. God help me it's been too long. He entered her with difficulty.

"Fuckin A," he rasped "you've never had it since huh."

She could not tell if he was pleased for her eyes were squeezed shut. But his breathing were rapid and he was gripping her with unnecessary force. Every thrusts was breathtaking and every in and out motion left her gasping. She had once thrown her allegiance to her village for this, but God was it worth for the moment. Only after did she felt guilt when her mind was not so sexed up to think things over.

He was worth it. She thought moments before she came milking him tight.

"Fuck!" he said when he withdrew and her vaginal muscles clamped in on him not letting him off that easy.

A tap on his door put a stop to their act. It was his secretary announcing his schedule for the day.

Sasuke didn't even hear the end of it. He faced the walls and called Sakura's name. She sat up and waited for a long time for him to articulate his thoughts.

When he did speak, it was so loud and clear Sakura didn't have a chance to wonder if she's dreaming it all up.

"I have a room in my apartments prepared for you."