A/N: Holy crap she wrote SasuSaku! Yes I did. I don't particularly like this couple, but eh. I'm trying my hand at all Narutoverse couples. Except ShikaIno and NaruSaku. *shivers* I'm sorry. But those couples just want to make me puke. Though I respect all people who like those specific pairings.

So yeah. Just assume Sasuke has been back in Konoha for a while and has already proved himself blah blah blah blah blah. And then Sakura and Sasuke get married and have Kenji and yada yada.

Yeah. So. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Otherwise Sasuke wouldn't have duck ass hair.

She hadn't seen her son all day. He had cooped himself up in his room all day and skipped breakfast and lunch. Dinner was fast approaching and, exasperated, Sakura stalked up the polished wooden stairs to the second floor. She knocked gently on her son's door and waited for her son's answer. There was some rustling and then, "Come in."

Sakura opened the door and stepped inside. Her son, with his father's raven black hair and onyx colored eyes, lay on his back on the bed. His eyes were focused on the ceiling, as if that was what he had been doing all day. His hands were knit behind his head casually. Sakura sighed and leaned against the door frame.

"What have you been doing up here all day that is so damn interesting?" She exclaimed with a huff.

"Nothing." Her son replied. She scoffed.

"Well, obviously." She muttered. "What have you really been doing?"

"Nothing." Her son repeated.

"That's it? 'Nothing'? No, 'Sorry, Mum, but doing nothing all day is much more interesting then hanging around my nut job family'." Sakura used a high pitched tone before lowering it to her normal voice again. "None of that?"

"Hn." She resisted the urge to pull her hair out. Her damn son could be so infuriating.

"You know what?" Sakura exclaimed, pushing herself off of the door frame. "Forget I said anything." And with a huff, she left the room.

She almost pushed past Sasuke as she stormed down that hallway. She stopped in front of him and glared. He blinked.

"What?" He asked. She screamed murderously.

"You damn Uchiha and your one worded sentences!" She yelled at her husband before stomping past him and down the stairs to finish preparing dinner.

Back in his room, Kenji listened to make sure his mother and father had gone back down stairs. He heard nothing and slipped a hand under he pillow to retrieve the book he had been reading before his mother had so rudely interrupted him. It was pocket sized and orange, with a picture of a man and woman running across the front. The title read Icha Icha Paradise.

Kakashi-sensei had lent to him, finally deeming the sixteen year old Uchiha old enough to lend him the books he held so dear. They were amazing books.

"Don't let your mother know." The Copy Nin had said, a soft twinkle in his one visible eye.

Kenji was meeting up with him tomorrow for the next installment in the series; Make Out Tactics. The Uchiha Heir could hardly wait.