Note: Takes place after Sasuke comes back from his redemption journey; so think of this taking place after Sakura Hiden.
It’s been 1 week since Sasuke returned home, and he still has no idea what exactly it is he came back for. He remembers Sakura’s radiant smile greeting him when she said “Welcome home Sasuke-kun”, as he entered the village gates. For some strange reason, he was glad it was just her waiting for him.
Right now the last Uchiha was eating a bowl of spicy chicken ramen at Ichiraku’s with the Hokage in training.
“I’m still bummed at you for not showing up at my wedding.” Naruto slurps down his third bowl of miso pork ramen.
“You know why I didn’t choose to come.” Sasuke points out.
“I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.” Naruto gulps down the last of his ramen broth.
“…By the way Naruto, where…would Sakura be at this time of day?” He inquires as he stands up and pays for both of their meals to Ayame.
“Probably at the Children’s Clinic… I think.” He responds uncertain, and then sees Sasuke run in a flash.
“Go woo her man.” Naruto chuckles and wishes the best the for both of his best friends. “They better become something more than just friends soon.” Naruto quietly mumbles to himself.
Title: we’ll be alright this time Summary: This is how Sasuke Uchiha falls in love. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Prompt: First Love Rating: K A/N: It’s ssmonth guys sobs. I’m a lil late but it’s ok.
It starts in the hospital, the first week
into his return. Sasuke is bedridden, confined to a too-white room, still
bruised in blacks and blues—but the worst of his wounds have healed for the
most part, courtesy of Sakura’s gentle healing hands.
Sakura.
She’s here a lot, he realizes, as each day
passes by; not just with him, but in the halls of the hospital and the adjacent
rooms, too, treating tired shinobi wounded in war and still-frightened
civilians trying to recover from it all. The smile to her lips never ceasing,
she doesn’t seem to miss out on any pressing matter, doesn’t actually seem to
leave these walls at all—and if Sasuke didn’t so often catch her dozing in the
armchair at his bedside, he might even think she never sleeps, either.
And yet, despite her busy schedule, Sakura
always finds the time to offer him a visit every day.
Something in him softens at the thought.
“You’re healing very well, Sasuke-kun,” she
says to him, one day, as time dictates it necessary to have his bandages
changed yet again. “I’m actually pretty surprised. Are you sure you don’t have
a hidden tailed beast somewhere inside you helping to patch you up?”
The query is a teasing one—something that
Sasuke has yet to grow used to, when it comes to Sakura. She’d always been so
shy when it came to him, Sasuke remembers from their years before, so sweet and
pure, and eager to impress him; whatever brashness she held inside had only
ever been expressed with anger towards their blond best friend whenever he did
something she didn’t like—which was often. But the woman that stands here
before him now is different, despite in some ways still being the same; kind,
and bright, she smiles and jibes playful remarks, seemingly unafraid to make a
fool of herself… or, perhaps, driven with a confidence that she can make him
smile, too.
Sasuke honestly doesn’t know what to say
about that.
A/N: Lol woops sorry this is a day late, but I definitely wanted to participate in at least a few prompts for SS month! Hopefully you guys like it!
Sasuke clearly remembers the day Sakura told him she was pregnant.
They had been traveling together through a small, unmemorable town in Land of Wind. They’d walked through the shopping areas, picking up necessities and replacing their worn down items. Sometimes they’d take care of their errands together, other times they’d just separate naturally, always managing to find one another once they’d completed their tasks. On this particular day, Sasuke had seen Sakura walk into a seamstress shop, emerging with nothing about a half hour later. He’d thought that a bit strange at the time, but didn’t deem it worth asking about. Once she’d successfully located him, they’d left together.
They’d then spent a week in Wind making their way through the desert, as they’d had some business to take care of in Suna. Their last night in the desert together, they’d been sitting near the fire that Sasuke had built, deciding to take a quick break to eat before making it to the hidden village by morning.
“Sasuke-kun, is it okay if I have some clothes tailored while we’re in Suna?”
They had only recently married in the past few months, so Sakura continued to ask his approval, though she knew she didn’t need it. They both had reasonable desires, which meant that were no outlandish requests either of the,m had to say no to.
“Sure, if you happen to find the time to,” was his response.
“Well actually,” she started, “I was hoping you’d come with me.” She smiled at him sweetly, her eyes telling him she wanted him to say yes.
This was definitely strange. He raises his eyebrow slightly, encouraging her to explain.
A little late, and different from what I’d initially planned, but I’m posting it anyway before I change my mind! A bit rushed, so please don’t mind typos or eventual corrections.
When Sasuke
was lost in his thoughts, his feet always had a tendency to take him where he
needed to be.
Tonight he roamed
the darkened streets of Konohagakure, aimlessly – a rare occurrence, for Sasuke’s
wanderings always had a purpose. But there are, as they say, exceptions to the
rule.
He’d spent
the last couple of years atoning for what he’d done in the past, and working
out his feelings. Working out what he felt of himself, what he felt of the
Village of the Leaf, his family, his brother – what it all had meant. His past
bonds, forever entrenched in his very being, had nevertheless left room for new
ones to be formed, despite his struggles to cut them off.
In the
months following the Fourth Ninja War, he had allowed himself time to let these
relationships mend and repair, grow and thrive, patching them up in his own way
and at his own pace. With Naruto and Kakashi things were relatively straightforward;
and somehow, he’d managed to convince himself that the same applied to Sakura.
He looked
down at his own feet, at the miles they’d ran; away from home, around the world
in search of himself, and then back again. He looked and tried to picture how
many miles longer lay ahead. But mostly, he looked and wondered what it would
be like to see a second set of footprints trailing the same path as he. A
second shadow against the moonlight, or keeping his company beneath the
streetlamps.
Much to his
disapproval, his heart did something akin to a flutter. Sasuke clicked his
tongue at this most uncalled for reaction; if they were to travel together,
Sakura and he, he’d better have a better grip on himself.
When he
looked to see where he stood, he furrowed his brow at the sight of the familiar
building. Sasuke let out a deep breath and turned the opposite direction,
walking away from the Haruno household in determined steps.
SasuSaku Month 