An Outsider’s Point of View

sus-uke:

Characters: Sasuke/Sakura

I wrote this because for whatever reason I just couldn’t get this scenario out of my head. I don’t even know if there’s a particular inspiration for Sasuke’s role or his music. I listened to a lot of Tyler, the Creator’s new album, which is beautiful by the way, because it has a lot of the slower, sweeter vibe I was going for. Majid Jordan’s great too, they’re currently my favorite in the music scene. He’s even got a little bit of that Drake in him in this (ala Hold On We’re Going Home) although imagining Sasuke as Drake is hilarious.

The overbearing storm, completely and undeniably overwhelming in all other areas was watered out by the noise of the large venue.

Even with snugly placed ear plugs and her place behind the speakers, she was still able to hear the thunderous cheers and the sonic boom of the bass, but even those paled in comparison to the strong, steady timber of his voice, blaring through every single crevice of the stage.

He only stood a few feet away, but it was almost as if he were in a completely different reality. Purple and red lights encompassed the stage, bathing him in an ethereal glow. Even with the slight distance between them, she could see the beads of sweat rolling down the temples of his face, his neck, and down the muscles in his arm.

He was incredible, he was in his element. Staring at him on the stage, the statement was inevitable. He was born to do this.

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Title: At Last
Summary: The day Sakura found out she was pregnant was quite one to
remember indeed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: That Day
Rating: M
A/N: While I don’t believe they planned to have a baby on the road,
this is still a fun and cute scenario to think about. I had lots of fun writing
this 🙂

It wasn’t exactly how she’d ever pictured
she would find out: sitting in the middle of a forest, tending to a campfire,
watching the love of her life training aggressively against the trunk of an old
tree, the warmest smile to her lips—and then, a faint thrumming sensation, odd
and completely unfamiliar, sparking low in her belly.

Bemused, Sakura looked down on herself and
blinked, touching a palm to her abdomen. An infection, perhaps? she mused,
brows furrowing. Shaking her head, the thought was dismissed near-instantly;
no, that wasn’t possible—in all her years of experience, she knew with
certainty that infections had never been capable of throwing chakra paths off
route so much.

Growing evermore perplexed, Sakura simply
summoned forth the most basic of her medical techniques, setting about a
curious exploration to her body. It was only seconds before she found herself
stiffening rigidly, brilliant mind blanking and green eyes snapping wide,
rendered entirely speechless by her discovery.

It wasn’t an infection—she’d been right
about that. And it wasn’t an instability in her chakra channels either—in fact,
there was absolutely nothing wrong
with her.

No, she was simply… pregnant.

Her heart stuttered in her chest. A flurry
of warmth washed over the whole of her. Pregnant, she thought again, feeling
the sweet pulse of this new chakra.

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Flirting With Death: 4. Thank You

giada-luna:

Summary:  SSmonth 2017 Day 6 prompt “Thank You.” #4 in this series. See below for notes.

Word count: 1.4K
Read it as part of my Shades of Konoha: Onyx and Jade series on FFN or AO3

Flirting With Death
4. Thank You

It had taken some major convincing, but Sakura finally felt ahead enough in her work to go out for an actual full-on frat party. It helped that she knew enough people to feel comfortable, and she’d actually been having a fun time – right up until she saw him leaning against the wall, watching with the kind of nonchalance that would’ve had girls crawling over him, provided they could see him and that the didn’t know he was, well Death.

“What are you doing here?!” she hissed, looked around furtively before grabbing his arm and pulling him into the bathroom. She locked the door, and turned to glower at him, accusingly.

“You followed me.”

“I’m working.”

“Here?” she paled as her eyes grew large in her face. “At a party?”

“With this much binge drinking going on, are you surprised?” he scoffed. “At least three of the residents here have had alcohol poisoning to the degree that I was five or so minutes from having to make a first and final introduction.”

She paled, and her breath caught in her throat.

“Is…is that why you are here? To take someone?”

“No,” he said calmly, and she visibly deflated with relief. “I have other cause to be here. Starting with your drink.”

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Flirting With Death: Ancient History

giada-luna:

Summary: .A spin on the SSmonth 2017 Day 20 “Déjà vu” prompt, and #3 in this series. See below for notes.

Word count: 600
Read it as part of my Shades of Konoha: Onyx and Jade series on FFN or AO3

Flirting With Death
3. Ancient History

Sakura was one of those kids that was friends with everyone in high school. She didn’t pick fights (except with Ino, who she only fought with the way best friends fight), she didn’t speak badly about anyone, and she was always willing to help a friend in need.

Consequently, she had a wide range of friends from the archetypal popular kids to their antithesis, and everywhere in between. 

Right now, she was thinking of her handful of friends that dressed in shades of black and declared a fascination with death, and what they would say if she told them that Death could be a huge dork.

Especially when she was trying to study.

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dezmari:

SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 21: Not Everything’s in Black and White

After the war it took longer than Sakura thought it would
for everything to go to how it once was, if she was truthful things were never
the same. Team 7 was never able to reclaim lost time and thinking they would
was only a child’s dream she never had the courage to let go.

Kakashi was forced to take on the role as Hokage and Naruto
spend so much time learning about his upcoming responsibilities as Hokage in
and out of the village that she barely ever saw him. After being incarcerated
for months, Sasuke was finally released, but the man they let out of the cell
was a stranger.

Team 7 seemed to be broken into tiny little pieces that didn’t
seem to fit back together anymore.

The only one of them she ever saw anymore was Sasuke.

Sometimes she saw him in the training ground when the sun
hadn’t even risen and she was on her way to work, other times she saw him in
the market attempting to hold the bag of vegetables with his remaining arm, but
most times she saw him when she took rounds at the rebuilding sites across the
village to heal minor injuries caused by construction.

She had finished treating the injuries, minor cuts and at
least two cases of dislocated arms, after warning them to be more careful she
turned to the rebuild site. They were building and apartment complex and in the
distance she could see as Sasuke helped carry building materials.

“You’re Sasuke-san’s teammate, right?” She turned to see a
middle aged man ask her, she didn’t have the heart to correct him, she hadn’t
been his teammate for a long time, so she nodded instead. “Then maybe you can
get him to take a break, he’s been working all day.”

Her gaze turned to Sasuke then, she walked over not knowing
what she would say when she approached him, they hadn’t spoken since the war
ended.

He caught sight of her as she walked toward him, setting
aside what he was doing he turned to her. “Sakura.”

“Sasuke.” She replied, up close he looked like he hadn’t
slept in weeks, out of breath, and probably pushing himself a little too far. His
eyes were tired, everything in him screamed exhaustion and she wanted to reach
out to him.

She had studied his medical record, even the parts that
weren’t for her to see. It was unethical, but she had read Sasuke’s psychological
report, patient expresses being tired of
living it had said, he had admitted it in a moment of weakness and
afterwards closed off.

To everyone else he would look like an exemplary citizen, or
at least someone making good use of a granted second chance. To her, he seemed
to be dragging through life, dragged down by a past he couldn’t escape and
Sakura didn’t know what to do.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He snapped, and she
remembered the file again. He’s prone to
anger. He fears compassion.

“Like what?” She asked. “I’m just worried about you, Sasuke.”
That was the wrong thing to say, he tensed up and when she reached out to him
he took a step back, out of her reach in more ways than one.

“I’m tired of everyone looking at me like I’m a time bomb, I
don’t know why I thought you’d be different. I’m not your patient so you can
stop doing whatever this is.” He gestured all around her, his words hurt. When
had she forgotten how to connect with him? Had she ever known how?

She opened her mouth to speak, but there were no right
words. We could go back to how we used to
be. It was a child’s dream. Pieces were scattered, pieces were missing, and
no amount of trying was ever going to fit the puzzle back together.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.” She was left
standing there watching his back.

Day 22 – An Outsider’s Point of View

emiwrites:

fandom: naruto
characters/pairings: sasusaku
a/n: sasusaku month, ssm17d22
warnings: i’m using the international system of units so for those who aren’t familiar with it, 15 m. is about 49 ft. also don’t take this piece too seriously i just went wild out of nowhere and i am just too lazy to change

It was a case of in-the-wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time.

They hadn’t noticed him yet and Boruto prayed the gods to stay unnoticed because he knew a free pass to hell was waiting for him should he be discovered in the bushes.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, hiding in the bushes and watching them make out. In fact, he wasn’t supposed to watch at all—but Boruto couldn’t keep his eyes away from them. He was drawn to them.

And he felt absolutely like a pervert.

And a voyeur.

Luckily—or unluckily, whether the reader is feeling lewd or not, there were at least a good fifteen metres separating him from the couple so he couldn’t see their faces clearly, but auntie Sakura’s pink hair and uncle Sasuke’s black cloak were unmistakable.

It was just a peck, at first. It had been so innocent that Boruto fought back the urge to snicker when he saw it. Instead, his lips stretched into a mischievous smile as he watched Sakura tug on Sasuke’s cloak, pulling his head downward so that she could kiss him softly on the mouth.

So ingenuous, so chaste.

But that all changed when the Fire Na—

(SORRY. WRONG SHOW.

It could have worked, though.)

Ahem.

—But that all changed when Sasuke attacked.

His hand caught her waistband before she could step away and he pulled her against him. If at first, Sakura had seemed surprised, she quickly responded to his enthusiast by looping her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers through his black hair.

(From his spot, it looked like she was pulling at his hair rather fiercely and knowing Sakura’s ridiculously beastly strength, Boruto was quite afraid Sasuke would go bald.

And what a letdown that would be.)

He watched as Sasuke’s hand drifted from Sakura’s waistband to her bare midriff, stroking the flesh with his thumb and judging from the breathy moans and quiet groans he could hear whenever their lips parted, they seemed to be really into it.

Boruto was into it, too.

Therefore, when they disappeared in a puff of smoke two minutes later, Boruto felt strangely disappointed. It wasn’t really educational—not that it was supposed to be—but it was raw and oddly fascinating. He’d seen his parents smooching before and it grossed him out but that was probably because it was his parents and Sakura and Sasuke were totally a different matter… or maybe not.

Boruto considered what happened very slowly.

He’d been watching them make out.

Hidden in the bushes.

So he was a voyeur; he could live with that.

But that was his master. His dad’s best friends.

His childhood friend’s parents.

Oh.

Sarada’s parents.

Oh.

Shit.

HOLY—

.

.

He could never face Sarada again.