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fandom: naruto
characters/pairings: sasusaku
a/n: sasusaku month, ssm17d14

He was a man of stately presence but he wasn’t overbearing. His quietness, his calm demeanor and his soft voice—he was like a flame, burning slowly, faintly and never bursting.

There was an air of tranquility around him now, as though he was at peace, not with the world as Sakura knew it was too soon, the wounds still fresh but at least, he looked like he was at peace with himself.

She’d caught him many times in his hospital room staring out the window with a distant look. The sight wasn’t anything extraordinary from his fourth floor room; red leaves falling down from the trees and above the skies forever changing as time passed. It was a nice sight, Sakura conceded, but Sasuke was never one to study nature like it was art.

Besides, she knew that look. She’d seen it before.

That faraway look, that look of wonder.

He wanted to leave. It was only a matter of time before he did and even Naruto wouldn’t be able to make him stay; this time, he wasn’t leaving to cultivate his anger and his hate.

He wasn’t leaving for power.

For what exactly, Sakura wasn’t sure but he was like a hawk, looking into the horizon for something only he could see and what he was looking for, it wasn’t in Konoha.

Still, he came back to them and he was here, at least for now. What they had now, even if it lasted only a moment—with everything that happened between them, it was enough. She loved him and she knew he cared for her and it was enough.

“Hi, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura greeted him when she entered his room. Walking up to him, she held up her grocery bag and said, “This time, I brought you some apples. I have some time to spare before I have to go to work. Want me to peel them for you?”

He looked at her for a moment, then slowly nodded his head, “Please.”

He was going to leave but in those fleeting moments they spent together, she knew they would be alright.

dezmari:

SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 12: Lights out Words Gone

This is a part two the the prompt of Day 7: Love You Goodbye. I was so surprised people actually liked it here’s a second part. This is for: @mcornilliac, @freshtoxinn, @cherrybipsa, and @gravityphoneperson. I’m glad you liked it.

Against everything in him Sasuke returns to the village,
Sakura’s words ringing in his head. “Stay
here…with me or leave and never come back.” He feels shame after being away
for seven years.

He keeps tabs on them through Naruto and he can live in a self-imposed
exile because he knows they are alright. But when Naruto tells him about Sakura
ending up as a patient in her own hospital time and time again he couldn’t not
listen.

“It’s always the same,
chakra depletion, she’s always up and running again in a few days. But I worry
for her.” She was overworking herself, pushing herself so hard she didn’t
have the energy to think. He knows that escape well enough.

He sneaks into her hospital room past midnight, the lights
are out in the room, but the moon outsides shines through the window and illuminates
the room. Her back is turned to him as she lies on her side, her pink hair
longer than he remembers.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, her tone hard.

He wanted to see her, needed
to see her, but he hasn’t planned beyond that. “Naruto told me about this
little game you’re playing.” His tone is harsher than he intended. She senses
it too because she brings herself into a sitting position and turns to him, her
eyes narrowed.

“You don’t get to come here after all these years and judge
me.” Her tone is controlled but her eyes were screaming at him, letting out years
of pent up anger. He remains silent until the anger drains out of them as they
realize the futility of it. What’s anger
going to do now? What’s done is done.

Her eyes are filled with pain then, in a way that mirrors
his own. After all these years she still hurts by abandonment, by watching him
walk away from her and their daughter, choosing duty again. He still hurts by having had to walk away.

He had resolved not to, he was going to stay. But there was
a threat, Naruto needed him, and when Sasuke declined the request Naruto had to
order it as Hokage. “No one in the village
can know.” And so he walked away and by preventing the threat to reach
their gates he saved countless lives by forfeiting his family.

He left that night with no words to them, there was nothing
he was in liberty to say that he hadn’t said before. His only parting words
were to Naruto. “Tell Sakura, I’m sorry
for everything.” Words he hadn’t had the strength to tell her himself. To
which Naruto replied, “I’m the one who
should be sorry.” You’re damn right you should be, you tore us apart.
Sasuke had resented Naruto a long time for it.

“I’m sorry for everything… for leaving, for coming back, for
breaking this family apart, I-” She cuts him off and he can see as tears form
in her eyes.

“I found out why you had to do it, I was so mad! I was mad
at Naruto, at you, at myself until there was no more anger in me. I had driven
you away, you chose not to fight me for us… and you never came back.” She wipes
the tears away.

“So much time wasted.” She murmurs and Sasuke wants to reach
out to her and take her in his arms but he holds himself in place. Too much time. They can’t go back to how
things were.

He takes a step back, he didn’t plan for when he had to walk
away. “I don’t know how to leave again.” He admits and when his eyes turn to
her there’s a smile on her lips.

“Then stay.” In two words she offers him the world. They can’t
go back to how things were but if he doesn’t walk away it’s a start.

sus-uke:

Prompt: On Opposite Sides

Characters: Sasuke/Sakura, Sarada

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Sarada has seen her parents fight before (“it’s not fighting, only a discussion,” her mother would say and her father would agree), but never once would she have imagined that they could become so passionate over something so trivial.

The family of three had been lounging in the kitchen. Sasuke and Sakura both stood at the counter, preparing the family’s routine dinner, while Sarada sat at the table recounting the day’s events.

“I don’t know how,” Sarada paused for a moment to find the right words, “but Boruto managed to make the farmer even angrier than before, and this was after he accidentally sprayed the wrong pesticide all over the crops!”

Sasuke snorted, but otherwise the two parents were silent while their daughter continued her story.

“So I’m thinking, well this mission is a complete failure, but I can’t see how it can possibly get any worse.” Sarada said.

“Oh no,” Sakura intoned.

“Oh yes! Mitsuki, the poor soul, had thought that it would’ve been a good idea to ask the farmer a question to deflect the attention away from Boruto. Except, it only made the farmer explode at us. He kicked us and Konohamaru-sensei off his property!” She pushed her glasses up in a huff, as they began to droop down the slope of her nose. “I can’t ever face Hokage-sama again, not with a mission failure!”

“Sarada, I can assure you the idiot has other things to worry about.”

Sakura stopped chopping the vegetables she had in front of her before throwing her husband a glare, and walking over to face her daughter at the table. Putting her hands on the dark haired girl’s shoulders, she looked into her daughter’s eyes. “What your father means, is that while Lord Seventh is an incredibly powerful ninja now, he wasn’t the most talented ninja at your age.”

“That’s giving him too much credit.” Her father now faced the two.

The woman rolled her eyes and ignored her husband’s comment. “I can’t tell you how many d-rank missions we failed as a team, many of which were Naruto’s fault.”

“Really, Mama?” Sarada asked in disbelief.

“Oh yeah. Big time.”

The family was silent for a moment, while Sakura processed the new information given to her about the Hokage.

“So what was the question Mitsuki asked?” The pink haired woman was curious about what had gotten the farmer so riled that it cost her daughter a successful mission.

“Hm?”

“What did Mitsuki ask the farmer?”

“Oh!” She had forgotten to mention it. “He asked if tomatoes were fruit or vegetables.” She hid the grimace on her face, for she knew that her father enjoyed the little red balls of pure evil.

There was a pause in the Uchiha family. The knife Sasuke had been using to slice thin strips of salmon clattered on the wooden cutting board. “Well, that’s easy,” the father responded monotonously. “Tomatoes are obviously vegetables.”

Her mother clicked her tongue, and replied to her husband. “That’s where you’re wrong. Tomatoes are classified as fruit.”

“I think I would know if tomatoes were fruit, Sakura.”

Standing besides the elder Uchiha female, Sarada watched as her mother crossed her arms haughtily, with a smirk upon her lips. “I suppose the great Sasuke Uchiha can’t know everything.”

“Sakura…”

“Yes, darling?”

“Fruit is sweet. Tomatoes are savory, acidic almost.”

“So?” Sakura asked.

“I hate sweet things. I think I would know if I enjoyed eating it.”

Her mother in return replied with what seemed to be the most sugary voice imaginable. “Well,” she shrugged, ”you enjoy eating me.”

Sarada was horrified, and didn’t even register the blush that resided upon her typically stoic father’s face. “Ew! Ew! Mama! Do you have to say things like that when I’m in the room?”

Sakura had the decency to look a bit ashamed. “Sorry Sarada.”

“I knew Papa and Mama were dirty.” The girl shook her head in disappointment.

The man in the room cleared his throat. “As I was saying, there isn’t a possible explanation as to why tomatoes would be in the same category as another fruit such as a banana.”

Sakura Uchiha moved towards her husband, poking her index finger solidly into her husband’s chest. “There are plenty of explanations, Sasuke-kun, you’re just choosing to be ignorant..”

The man rolled his eyes, and gestured for his wife to continue.

“It’s not about the taste, silly. It’s about the way the fruit is developed.” She emphasized her point by sprouting her hands together, in the form of a plant sprouting. “They come straight from the ovary of a flower, same as cucumbers and other types of squash. I wouldn’t typically tie those together with other more commonly acknowledged fruit, but I can’t change what it is. And what it is, is fruit!”

Sarada was amazed that her mother had put such such thought behind her argument, but it was clear that the same sentiment was lost on her father.

Both renowned shinobis simply stood in the kitchen, practically nose to nose, but on opposite sides of opinion. It was almost comical, for her mother stood on tip toe to seem more intimidating (and almost succeeding if it were not for the flour smeared upon her cheek), and her father, always strong and lean, clad in a frilly yellow apron.

Said man pinched the bridge of his nose with his sole hand. “Sakura, you’re being stubborn-“

“I’m being stubborn? You need to accept science, Sasuke-kun!”

Their daughter, still seated at the dining table briefly pondered if she had enough time to run up to her room to grab her phone to record the squabble between her parents before deciding that the risk of missing too much was greater. Boruto would just have to believe her when she would tell him about what his idolized sensei did in his spare time.

“Well then, science is wrong.” Her father retorted.

Sarada almost burst out laughing at the wild eyed look that her mother took on. The pink haired woman began to sputter, “I- You- What?!”

“You heard me.” The Uchiha male smirked. “Your precious science is wrong.”

“You can’t argue against a classification!”

The salmon on the cutting board was starting to look tempting. Sarada wondered how much longer they were going to argue before they went back to cooking their dinner, she was hungry, she thought glumly as she patted her empty stomach. She hadn’t eaten all day after losing her appetite from the failed mission. The girl cut off the quarrel between the two adults to ask a question. “I get that you both have, uh, passionate opinions on this, but can you do this after dinner?”

It was almost funny how quickly the couple seemed to gain a sense of self-awareness. Immediately, her mother and father seemed to almost deflate.

Sakura had the decency to look sheepish, and apologized. “I’m sorry sweetie, I guess we got a little carried away huh?”

Sarada shrugged, but gave her mother a warm smile in response. She also was able to see the red that tinged the tips of her father’s ears, and burst into giggles. “Papa, can we go out to get ice cream after dinner?”

She knew that normally her father would decline, but figured it was worth the shot. Especially since he seemed to be feeling a little guilty.

He grunted in agreement.

sagara-megumi:

Title: The Meaning of Loyalty

Rating: K/G

Notes: I apologise for the delay. I wasn’t feeling well last night, so I decided not to write and go to bed early. Now I’m even more behind on the prompts! ┐(;Ծ⌓Ծ;)┌

Also, I want to thank you for the notes and messages you’re leaving me, I’m really glad that you’re enjoying the story so far. I hope you like this one as well 🙂

‘…’ normal thoughts

‘…‘ Inner Sakura

Words: 2921

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THE MEANING OF LOYALTY

The ‘big mess’, as Sasuke had called it, opened the news and the newspapers first pages two days later.

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