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Sakura's favorite shirt is plum-colored. It has a high collar and no sleeves; it's always fit rather snugly. –For that same reason, it's Kakashi's favorite shirt, too.

But she can't wear it anymore.

Nevermind that it's winter, since that's not the real problem. The real problem…is that there's a very noticeable bulge at her stomach. Because she's pregnant.

The real problem is that it's not Kakashi's baby. (Even if that's what she tells people.) The real problem is that she's too much of a liar to admit—even to herself—that the baby has a very real chance of being born with blonde hair and blue eyes, and how is she going to find a way to explain that?

The real problem is that she slept with Naruto and she can't undo it. He was there and it was cold and she was hurt. And she loves him.

So now she's stuck. The responsible thing to do…would be to go ahead and have the baby, and tell the truth about him. But she doesn't know if she can handle the truth. If Naruto can handle the truth. If Kakashi can handle the truth.

Her second option…she could have the baby and run away with him. She's getting better and better at hiding things every day, so why not herself? Why not run to a different village? Her son's blood—she is sure—will never allow him a life as a non-shinobi. If she raises him outside of Konoha, he has a shot at becoming great.

Yes, that's a good idea.

She gathers the few items she believes she will need, and she plans a route to the village gates. There's only one road out…and once she's truly gone, there will only be one road to tempt her.

She's such a genius.

She thinks she's smart—thinks that maybe she's found a way to beat this crazy twist of fate—until Kakashi is standing right in front of her, lifting the pack off of her shoulders and casually asking just where the hell she's off to in the middle of the night while it's snowing.

She's torn from her thoughts and her resolve. And she stares at him, marveling at how his hair and Naruto's hair are actually not so unlike eachother. They're both spiky. Both uncut.

But then he's shaking her, softly, softly. She doesn't know what she can do but kiss him.

While their lips smash together, she wonders about responsibility and discovers that responsibility is kissing him instead of leaving him. It's giving in to qualms about giving birth to a demon's child. It's why her parents feel ashamed of her pregnancy instead of angry. It's why Sasuke has the guts to look her way. It's why Naruto smiles at the insults instead of breaking beneath them.

It's why Kakashi is here. With her.

…It's why Inner Sakura and the real Sakura can finally agree on something.

(She's tired of spending her life being two people.)

Fin.