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SasuSaku Month 2018 Day 7 – Tanabata

– and a little bit of Day 9; continuation of my Day 3 entry; best read if you wanna go to sleep; a little OOC but I hope you wouldn’t mind

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Her own journey was drawing too close.

She found it exhilirating. Their story was not the typical boy-meets-girl-and-they-live-happily-ever type. He was not one to take notice of girls when they were still genin. He would brush off anyone who tried to charm their way to him – and she was not exempted. Although, throughout the course of Team 7’s various D-ranked missions, she was able to at least talk to him often, though he looked annoyed or brooding most of the time. But it gave her a good start.

The subtle, yet clear, message the Uchiwa showed at the back of most of her clothes told her that her love has finally reached Sasuke’s heart.

To her surprise, when he saw her wearing one of the clothes he gave her, a slight blush crept on his cheeks up to his ears which twitched lightly. Which of course became apparent to her face as well. Does she need to a make conclusion that blushing can be epidemic?

Feeling slightly braver of the two, Sakura threw away all the caution outside the window. She flung her arms at his neck, making him blush even more. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun”.

Not missing out on the endearment, Sasuke took a step backward, his fingers finding their way to her forehead just like when he made that secret promise infront of the village gate (“Thank you, I’ll see you soon”), “Hn. Let’s eat before we start travelling again.”.

It was enough to make her blush even more. She somewhat felt like there was more to that forehead poke than what he had let on but she knew he would have to tell her someday. Perhaps, when she starts wearing her clothes with the fan.

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Sasuke revealed that part of his plan was to stop by Amegakure so he can pick up her clothes and then travel a few more miles before nightfall. He was certain that tonight was the same time when he witnessed that magic, something he wanted a certain pink-haired kunoichi to witness. His thoughts drifted to her during his journey to redemption. On some days, he would ask himself why she has not given up on him when the only thing he ever did was hurt her. And then Kakashi’s voice would ring inside his head, “Sakura just wanted to save you…”, reminding him how much pain she had to endure because of him.

He was in an endless battle. A part of him wanted to run away from her, Naruto, the village. He will continue his journey and find himself a new home where the Uchicha is just another name. But when he thinks about home, he thinks of Sakura. The sound of her voice when she calls him Sasuke-kun, viridian eyes filled with a myriad of emotions, one of which makes his heart flutter; the feel of her soft skin when he pokes her forehead and the sound of her laughter filling his heart with hope that someday, the same laughter will fill a house he will call their own.

Sakura and the word “home” seemed to agree with each other and so, one night, assuming (and hoping) that she will say yes, he took her clothes and had them embroidered with the Uchiwa. She was the only woman he thinks is worthy of the title, “Uchiha Matriarch”, something his loving late mother carried with pride.

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“Are you sure we came to the right place?”

They have arrived at a village near the sea where townsfolk have gathered wearing yukatas. It appears that they were celebrating, several shops lined the streets with some of them selling different kinds of food, others have games where children were left to play while their parents watch with glee. Being a shinobi meant you can rarely enjoy times like this and it was not different for Sakura especially when the Fourth Shinobi war happened in her lifetime. Immediately, her eyes became busy taking it all in. She glanced at one store and then another, almost forgetting about the other shinobi who followed her closely like a shadow.

The aroma of something sweet lured her near the edge of the forest, where a lone stall stood. An old man with a gentle smile on his face motioned for him to come closer. “Have some wagashi, young lady! You look like you could do with sweets.”

She offered her a genuine smile. “Why, thank you!”, she said as the old man served her with what looked like Imagawayaki. “Itadakimasu!”

“I have not seen you before, perhaps you’re travelling?”

She shrugged as she munched on her azuki bean paste filled dessert, “Hai! We did not actually plan to go here but I guess passing by was not a bad idea.” Sakura still haven’t realized that her travelling companion was nowhere in sight.

“Aah, you came with a special someone I am sure. Just in time to celebrate Tanabata.”

Tanabata?! Exactly what date was it again? Have they been travelling together that long that she has not noticed? Flustered, she decided to continue ravishing her imagawayaki. The old man continued, “The universe may conspire to break you apart but fate will always find a way to connect your hearts.”

Sasuke-kun!

Was this a sign? Surely they lived their lives apart but after everything else that happened, but he came home to her. Was it fate that brought him back to her? Were the gods giving her, them, a chance?

As if on cue, the man he loved appeared not far from her. Dark pearls met green ones. He was the first one to break the silence. “I have been looking for you. Come, let’s go to the shrine before the fireworks start.”

Maybe it was the clear and bright sky, or the effect of sugar on her dessert. After thanking the old mad who refused her payment, she took the hand he offered her and they made their way to the shrine. The crowd was thinning so they practically had the shrine to themselves.

“You should write your wish.” Sasuke pointed at the paper infront of them. Looking back at their academy days, she felt really ashamed to let Sasuke read what she wrote when Iruka-sensei asked them who they want to spend their last day with, should the moon fall on the earth. Nothing has changed. The only thing she wrote was the same one she wrote way back.

Uchiha Sasuke.

Heat rose on her face as she remembered that day. It was him, always will be. No matter how many troubles come their way, there can only be one man whose name she will write on a paper. And the said man, who was now facing her, staring intently, took her paper and gave his to her. “I have done nothing but hurt you, but I pray to the gods that they grant me this wish.” With that, her forehead received a poke, something she did not exactly know what meant but made her blush anyway.

The stars, shining brightly as ever, helped her read what he wrote:

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Uchiha Sakura.