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SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 29: Connected Feelings

Every time he comes home he leaves, but it’s easier watching
him leave than it was the first time. There’s a certainty now that he’ll come
back.

It’s not the life Sakura thought they would have, apart more
often than not. Their child grows up without her father, and they live in a
house far too empty for their liking. His absence is a hole that eats her away and
she wishes they had made the time to get their wedding picture retaken, she
wishes she would have thought to catalogue all the memories they had as a
family, everything Sarada doesn’t remember.

Mostly she wishes he would come back and never leave again.

Their bed is much too cold at night, his side neat and empty
and as she wakes up she reaches to where he should be as a reflex, because in
her dreams he’s never that far away.

The bedroom door opens and Sarada steps inside hugging her
panda bear to her chest. “Can I sleep here, mama?” Sometimes she thinks Sarada
sneaks into her bed more for her benefit than anything else, it should be the
mother that comforts the daughter.

Once in her arms the little girl speaks. “When is papa
coming home?”

Sakura doesn’t have an answer, “When all the monsters are
gone.” She whispers into her Sarada’s hair. “He’ll come back to us, he’ll find
a way because you’re father loves us more than anything in the world.” She kisses
the top of her head, is the only answer she can give her.

She knows he’ll be back, she just doesn’t know when. What if the monsters never end?

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Title: everlasting
Summary: Sasuke shows up to her doorstep from his two-year journey.
Sakura is overcome with an impulse at the sight of him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: It Was Always You
Rating: K
A/N: Someone sent me an a headcanon in an ask once and I started
writing for it years ago, but it kind of got lost in all my WIPs. I found it
again, and decided it was perfect for this prompt!

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I miss you. 

That was what he’d written
her last.

When Sakura had gotten his
letter all but two weeks ago, she hadn’t been able to believe her eyes. Sasuke,
who was always all about retaining composure and simple fact-telling, slipping
out of habit to send her this one simple piece of paper, containing nothing
more than these three words? These three quiet, heart-exposing, wistful little words?

He was never one to admit
such things.

(which is why it had hit her so hard.)

But, as she found him there,
standing at her doorstep, shoulders hunched and gaze weighted with a mix of
fatigue and something vulnerable—it made her breath catch. Because she could
see it now; could see those three words written in every inch of his features,
could see how lonely he had been. Could see the relief in seeing her as she was
now, standing right there, in front of his very eyes again.

He really had missed her.

Somehow, knowing this, Sakura
couldn’t stop herself from taking those two steps dividing them, gentle fingers
reaching out to twine themselves firmly into his hair as she pushed herself to
the tip of her toes and brought her mouth to his, kissing him deeply. It was a
bold move, she knew. Probably even stupid considering the fact she didn’t even
know with certainty where his heart stood with her—but then his lone arm
slipped around her back, holding her tight as his lips started responding to her
own with equal feeling, and Sakura sighed, melting against him in sweet
contentment.

Neither of them made any move
to pull away when they finally parted, breaths fanning warmly against each
other’s cheeks and hands wrapped tightly in each other’s clothes. Too eager to
stay close, not yet ready to part ways once more.

(not ready to put distance between them when in these past two
years of redemption, that was all there had been.)

“Sakura,” he murmured, at
last, breaking the too-thick silence filled with nothing but their shared warmth
and long-repressed yearning. His brows were furrowed, swept over with sweet,
heavy emotion.

Sakura couldn’t explain why
it only made her smile, the softest little laugh tumbling from her mouth. Sasuke’s
mouth curved into a frown at that, brows creasing all the more in clear
bemusement.

“Why are you laughing?” he
mumbled, pushing his forehead to her own while his hand dragged her closer. He
sounded puzzled, slightly annoyed—or maybe even embarrassed.

Sakura only smiled wider. “Sorry,”
she said, eyes crinkling. “I just—Well, this is our first kiss and it’s so… different
from what I’d imagined it could be through all these years.” She laughed again,
so lightly. “Better.”

His features seemed to relax
with this, something like relief curling faintly at his lips.

(relief… and satisfaction.)

And then, he said, “Second,”
and it was her brows who furrowed now, green, green eyes meeting his own in
silent query.

His gaze softened in return. “That
night, all those years ago,” he went on, quiet, “I couldn’t leave without
taking something of you with me. Without being selfish one last time before
severing all my bonds.”

Her heart skipped a beat at
this; breath catching in her throat.

“I kissed you on that bench,
Sakura.”

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It was always her, she
realized. Even since they were twelve, since he was bent on revenge and running
away towards a dark, lonely path—it was always her.

(it was always sasuke-kun, too.)

adxe:

Day 18 – Comfortable Silence

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There is a time of day after his duties that he enjoys by spending some time at home. Some days he passes the time by gardening. Other times a simple rest on their porch is enough for him. There is no need for any stimulus, he is fine merely listening to the quiet of their neighbourhood.

It is soothing.

A lifetime of turbulence lends oneself to enjoy such moments with a little more appreciation.

Generally he enjoys spending such time by himself, but every now and then he’ll change it up by allowing Sakura to join him.

There is a silent agreement between them; he’d not told her that he wanted to do nothing more than enjoy the quiet, but she had understood anyway for she sits by his side as nothing more than company. She is silent, and warm.

Sometimes he allows her to interlink their pinkies together. A simple gesture, but one that takes some convincing for Sakura to ’go for’. Sometimes he likes to subtlety smirk at Sakura’s still giddy behaviour. She was his blushing bride many years ago and he is pleased to be reminded that not much has changed since then.

During an evening unlike most others, Sasuke once again allows Sakura to sit beside him.

She does not say anything, but peripherally he can see that she is smiling.

It used to bother him how little he had to do to make her happy. A strange insecurity perhaps, but it always played on his mind that despite Sakura’s outward personality, she had never been one for roses, or chocolates, or extravagant gifts of any sort.

He sometimes wondered if she merely acted this way for him.

But she had assured him otherwise.

Sasuke turns to her. Instead of looking onwards to the scenery from their balcony, Sasuke glances upon to his wife’s visage. Feeling his gaze, Sakura turns to him with an expression of questioning.

He doesn’t answer her, not today. Today, Sasuke leans forward and kisses his wife. He hears a soft sound of surprise escape Sakura as their lips touch. He grins into the affection as Sakura begins to reciprocate.

He pulls away perhaps a little earlier than she’d like.

He pulls away, but still remains close. Sakura is a blushing mess, her eyes are bright with excitement. Sasuke’s smirk grows, and upon noticing this, Sakura puffs out her cheeks and lightly flicks his shoulder.

“Jerk,” she mutters in jest.

Sasuke chuckles, and leans in once more.

adxe:

Day 27 – The Trek Home

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The air that he breathes feels clearer. Its crisp, its different. Every step is not riddled with burden, not any more. He will not forget his role, his duty – but he can come home.

His job, for now, is over.

The old gates of Konoha have seen better days, he passes by the sleeping guard and continues his trek onwards towards his home. The city is a little quieter, most are at work or school during this time. Protocol dictates that he check in with the Hokage before returning home, but for once he decides to break that rule.

There is no harm in that.

He comes before their apartment complex. He begins to climb their stairs. He makes his way to the door marked with no insignia. This is their home – for now.

Unlocking the door, Sasuke steps foot into the flat. He can sense the presence of another; his wife, she is in their bedroom. Without intentionally meaning to be quiet, Sasuke silently makes his way towards the room.

He opens to door, the sight before him freezes him in his tracks. Sakura is changing clothes. She is picking up a shirt and wears nothing more than a bra and panties. She notices his presence immediately.

In a reactionary decision, Sasuke mutters out a nonplussed, “oh”.

Sakura’s eyes widen, she screams, “get out, perv!” she throws her shirt at him, it lands on his head.

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“I’m sorry,” she holds out a peace offering, she’d made a batch of omusubi (with okaka and tomatoes). Sasuke accepts the offer, he takes a rather large bite out of the rice ball.

Sakura sits on the couch beside him, “I’m really sorry, I thought you were Naruto”.

With his mouth partially full, Sasuke slowly turns to his wife, “…why would you think that?”

“Because you entered the room as I was half-naked”.

His blood begins to simmer, “…and?”

“And,” she purses her lips, “ah, never mind. How do you like the rice ball?”

His grip around the omusubi tightens.

He stands up. As does Sakura.

“Sasuke-kun, no!”

“Don’t worry,” he remarks with an agitated tone, “its not about that, I merely need to check in with the Hokage to notify him of my arrival back, and to officially sign off on the mission”.

Sakura sighs, and folds her arms over her chest, “just bring him, or yourself, round to the emergency room when you’re done”.

sagara-megumi:

Title: A Step at a Time

Rating: K+/PG

Notes: I apologise for the extreme lateness of this story. I had the plot but I’ve been unable to concentrate and at most, I could write a few lines each time I sat down, and suddenly, as I decided to go to bed, frustrated, I got inspired…

There are a couple of references to chapters 2 and 3, I hope you remember them after so long ^^

As always, if there’s something wrong (spaces, brackets…), please, tell me. I hope you enjoy it 🙂

Words: 4037

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A STEP AT A TIME

Sighing tiredly, Sasuke sat down on his chair, leaning back, closing his eyes and combing his hair back with his fingers. He had just finished his third meeting that day and his head was full of figures, charts and data, all mixed up. He turned his chair and faced the windows behind his desk. From there, he could see most of the relatively near skyscrapers in the financial centre of Tokyo, tall, magnificent with the glass of their windows reflecting the sun.

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