SasuSaku Month 2018
Day 21: Cloaks
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Author’s Note: I’m just hoping I can finish on time the eight prompts I have to write to finish SS Month 2018…
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Snow fell at a constant rate, the gush of wind harsher and colder. It is another long and winter for their village, but the people don’t mind. It’s been like that for centuries and they have adapted to the bitter cold. Lanterns filled the streets with a cheery glow, casting enchantment to both natives and tourists alike. The place was also known for their hot springs, and with winter came a flock of travellers.
Expert hands handled the weaving loom with ease. Emeralds twinkled at the sight of another cloak nearly complete – another handiwork she can be proud of. The Haruno family was well known throughout the village and beyond for their intricate woven clothing all made by hand. For generations, they have mastered and perfected their art, the source of their pride. As the next head, it was only natural for Sakura to weave with as much skill and expertise as those of before her. Learning the craft at the tender age of two and with a dedication unlike any other, she was considered as a prodigy of their clan.
Tag: fanfic
Close to Lost
A leaf of cartography, an inkwell upturned… He’d stained the land, he’d blotted out the verdant life around him.
SasuSaku Month 2018, Day 4: Burn
Rating: K+
A/N: No content warnings for this fic, and I apologize for being a whopping twenty-four days late! For whatever reason, this one took forever and a half.
Jukebox: "You Are the Moon“ by The Hush Sound
Sakura had been wandering through the secluded training grounds, eyes downcast; her troubling ruminations as much to blame as the glare of the sinking sun. There was something about the place that kept her coming back, something reassuring…. Ever since the start of the chunin exams, she had been unable to quiet her mind. Sleepless nights strung together, wakeful worries interwove: she couldn’t shed the net tangled about her.
And through some frayed string of fate, she found the object of her rumination that evening. She caught him in a moment of weakness, shortly after he’d fallen to Sabaku no Gaara and the beast within him, a time near the cruel anniversary of his clan’s demise.
And he was sending up flares.
The gradual transition to twilight was the perfect showcase for his fireballs, their red flames churning upward to lick at the weary sun in spite, in envy.
They were her beacon, drawing her into the trees.
Under the canopy, the woods were dense and shadowy green—just as they should be. Yet with every stride, the foliage grew more glaucous, the acerbic smell on the air strengthened, it burned…. And she began to hear the silence as she went deeper. There was no chirping, no scurrying. No cicadas humming their nightly crescendo, their exaltation of the rising moon. Not even cries warning of her intrusion. Just the sound of her footsteps and breath and the heavy quiet… Her instincts, however, beckoned her onward.
And all at once, she found his fury.
It could have been beautiful. Perhaps it was….
She saw downy dandelion parachutes suspended in spring; she saw windswept sakura petals, lilting and languid at the height of hanami….
Yet she knew she stood in summer. Her hands leapt to cover her mouth, her heart.
Fine motes cast a strange veil to compound the dusk. Tufts of ash drifted sedately, buoyant on the dense air; wispy embers, flickering orange and gold, floated along the heated murk. Below, the incinerated terrain hissed and sputtered in despairing protest.
A leaf of cartography, an inkwell upturned… He’d stained the land, he’d blotted out the verdant life around him.
The unfurling fumes thwarted her attempt at a calming breath, turning it into a muffled wheeze against her palm. Her fingers tightened at her collar, steaming with perspiration; she shook her head, repelling the flecks as they sifted down. One footfall disturbed the chalk of the forest floor; the next created a small cloud. Uneven as they were, her steps took her through the ruin, the temperature climbing as the sun fell, until she stood a few feet away from the boy she loved. The origin of the blaze…
Her tiny frame trembled faintly in the wafting grey, in the orange glow of smoldering coals. She could feel the heat of his destruction radiating into her skin. And she knew she should look him in the eyes, but she couldn’t—not when his gaze had been so blank, so hollow only moments before…. He’d just stood there, among the scattered cinders and flames, the brittle charcoal, the blackened remnants of a vernal woodland. He could have been a child witnessing his first snowfall, dazed, unable to fathom it all. He hadn’t said a word. Perhaps he’d been unable.
“S-Sasuke-kun,” Sakura began hoarsely, sure in the need to break the silence, to tell him…yet so uncertain in the method, in the phrasing. “The day we became genin…” she trailed off, unable to deny her eyes the scene around him.
The burnt foliage above had come apart at the seams, falling so bright in the maturing darkness. Spores seeking to take root, nascent sparks popped and rocketed skyward to compete with those descending from the treetops. Flurrying and whirling, they clashed. Yet it was a futile rivalry, for even fire was failing: the last of the withering flames lusted after the unburnt traces at his feet; blindly, they reached and stretched and groped the scorched earth for virgin kindling to burn, to consume….
But there’s nothing left….
The notion tugged her from her odd reverie, sent a shiver to shake her spine. She’d seen enough. Sakura bit down on her lip. The grainy dust—the arid, acrid taste of smoke and wrath—lingered on her tongue as her lips parted.
The weight of her words and the pain in the memory sucked the remaining oxygen from the haze around her, forcing her to speak too quickly: “That day, you told me solitude is the worst sort of pain! I-I see it so clearly now, Sasuke-kun! I…” She felt weighted, so heavy. Her short hair shielded her face as she hung her head lower, eyes closed to the irritants and toxins around her. “I…” she tried again, in a whisper, “I didn’t back then, I had no idea…” Her voice was stronger: “But I think, maybe now, I understand what the pain of loneliness is. I have family and friends…but…”
She tentatively lifted her head to search for his eyes in the dim. She found them, dark and distant…and waiting. Hers shone and stung with tears to be—from the intensity of his regard; from the airborne debris of the sudden gust. The sparks floating around them flared and billowed on the wind. It whipped their hair, it reanimated the once-settled charred remnants…. Watching the displaced pall subside around her still feet, she waited for the words to come.
When they did, they were frail, fraught: “You feel so far away….”
Come back to me, hung unspoken.
Recovering herself, Sakura quietly cleared her throat and took a soft step forward. She kept her tone gentle, free of judgement: “It-it breaks my heart, Sasuke-kun, seeing you…like this.”
Eyes now keen, now wary on hers, he was still panting from the exertion of forging his own inferno. Singes dotted the skin around his mouth, where he’d exhaled fire. Like hers, his inky hair was dappled. Trickles of sweat streaked through the fine layer of grey on his face, stripping away the corruption, to reveal slivers of the boy she recognized, the boy she loved. She examined the rest of him and found myriad of scorch marks. He’d been reckless. His dominant arm hung forgotten at his side, the last vestiges of electricity convulsing through his fingers. So reckless…
She clenched the fabric of her dress; she felt her skin cool and prickle, felt the tiny hairs stand on end—like his current had somehow reached her.
Burning through your chakra like this—you could have killed yourself! You could have…
Despite the chill gripping her body, a drop of her own perspiration slid from her temple to her chin. The feeling, though slight, was enough to break her train of thought. For the briefest moment, she wondered if he saw anything in the vein of clarity it left on her…. The droplet disappeared into the dust, and her mind centered.
Somehow, she knew it was time for honesty. Somehow, she knew he needed to hear it:
“Because…you mean everything to me. Everything.”
The words had nearly caught in her throat, suspended like the ash in the sweltering air. I will not cry, she told herself. I won’t weep for him. He’s never wanted that, he never will—and he deserves more than my tears.
As tentative as it was instinctual, her hand reached out for his shoulder. Eyes flitting between his and her target, she braced for an adverse reaction the moment she made contact, she expected it. Though he stiffened, he didn’t swat her away or shrink back: he just stood there and allowed her featherlike touch; watching the dust settle to further mute her bright hair, questioning her with his dubious silence.
Her eyes rose from his shoulder to scrutinize the three black tomoe etched into his neck, as they so often did, and she silently cursed the Snake. Beyond the singes, the malicious, black mark was the only blemish on his body—the only visible manifestation of his suffering! Unless, of course, he set the coal of his eyes aflame…
And she’d seen the frightening power of both.
Is that what you were thinking, Sasuke-kun? …Is that why you did this?
The fingers at the red of her collar clamped down, she moved to bite her lip again—but she stopped herself. She couldn’t give in to such a childish habit when she’d come this far, when he was listening. Determined, the verdure of her eyes returned to his.
“You don’t have to be alone, Sasuke-kun,” she spoke soothingly, careful to avoid a patronizing tone. “You’ll always have me.” As a shy smile formed around her last word, she felt blood rush to her flame-flushed cheeks. Sakura ignored the sensation and forced her lips to loosen: this wasn’t the time to give in to girlish whimsy; she’d make her body obey. She bent her elbow to step solicitously closer, close enough to smell the earthy scent she knew to be his through the miasma. One hand on him, the other on her heart, she swore: “Always.”
I love you so much…with all my heart, she thought, but I don’t think I can tell you that, not yet.
She gingerly traced his shoulder, nails collecting the fine, gritty precipitate there. She could feel the dexterity in the muscle, the power in the sinew…. And he didn’t flinch under her light touch, he didn’t avert his eyes. She moved nearer, preparing to see alarm or revulsion appear in his expression, until her forearm was flush against the length of his bicep, only a few inches of smoke separating the rest of them. She couldn’t breathe for fear of dispelling the moment, her chance to reach him….
A branch snapped behind him, coils of red outlining its remaining leaves, faux fireflies swarming and twinkling in its wake. The fallen limb rippled through the powdery soot at the forest floor, sending it aloft once more.
Yet neither noticed, their senses entirely focused on the other.
Sparks
SasuSaku Month 2018 – Day 16: Sparks
Rating: T
A/N: Yeah, super late, I know. Thanks for reading and I hope you like it! 😀Continuation of Day 15: Training
Sasuke shifted in his sleep, wrinkling his nose as he felt himself being roused from his unusually deep sleep. He blinked one eye open slowly and immediately shut it again as a ray of bright light fell on his face. A low growl of irritation reverberated from his throat when he couldn’t fall back asleep. His body ached from the midnight training and from lack of sleep due to other activities. That last realization had him waking up fully.
He found himself wrapped around a sleeping Sakura, who was curled up in a loose ball and using his arm as a pillow. A small smile appeared on his lips as he remembered their impromptu make-out session on the training field just a few hours ago. If he was being honest with himself, he had been so close to pinning Sakura underneath him and giving into his desires, but his self-control ruled over his lust. He was not about to disrespect her like that and in a place where literally anyone could see them. Not like that. Not for their first time.
The small disappointment in Sakura’s half-lidded eyes almost made him change his mind, but he picked her off the floor and guided them back to her apartment. They both managed to have the strength to shower and change into clean clothing before falling over from sleep. However, Sasuke took one look at the soft expression Sakura was giving him and changed his course from the guest room to her bedroom. He headed straight for her and wrapped his lone arm around her firmly, bringing her flush against him, then leaned down and captured her lips for another addicting kiss. Kissing her was bliss.
Sasuke cursed himself for not knowing the sweet taste of her lips sooner. When they broke away gasping for breath, Sakura pulled on his shirt roughly until they fell on her bed. She wasted no time in locking their lips once more, swallowing the protest on the tip of his tongue. She managed to work them into quite a frenzy, especially when her hands began to wander under his shirt and explore his torso. The feel of her warm hands on his skin was downright torture and managed to pull a tiny groan of pleasure from him before he pulled away, for their sake. Sakura giggled and settled down into the covers.
He pulled her against his chest and buried his face in her hair, willing his body to relax. It took some time but he finally pushed away all indecent thoughts from the forefront of his mind and allowed himself to breathe in Sakura’s sweet scent. They both had fallen asleep easily in the comfort of each other.
Now that he was awake, he looked down at the girl he loved with a gentle smile. She looked so peaceful and serene that it made his heart beat just a little faster for he had brought her that tranquility. It sure as hell beat making her cry.
The moment was interrupted, however, as a near silent presence approached the window and slipped in without a noise. Sasuke’s red and lilac eyes glared at the intruder who dared enter unannounced. He lashed out his chakra with hostility to warn them.
Habits
SasuSaku Month 2018
Day 19: Coffee and Tea
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Author’s Note: Posted 3 chapters simultanously eyyyyyy~
now back to writing***
An incoming storm didn’t prevent Konoha High School’s student council to meet up at their own room at the institution on a Saturday and finalize the plans for their upcoming festival. As president, Neji wouldn’t have it any other way.
Pale lavender eyes looked around his members, each busy finishing up their assigned tasks. He couldn’t help but notice the tension between his vice president and secretary, though. It was almost palpable, really. Everyone stole glances at the two who are still not on speaking terms. His sharp eyes saw something amusing, though.
Both Sasuke and Sakura were also busy sneaking glances at each other, trying their best not to get caught.
Neji tried to hide the way his lips curled upward. He knew about their quarrel from Tenten and being the senior, he wanted to make them end it, yet he knew that it was something out of his power. Matters of the heart were something he would rather not intervene.
Unwind
SasuSaku Month 2018
Day 17: Body Talk
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Author’s Note: AU fic largely inspired by Code Blue. It’s a Japanese medical drama
with only a drop of romance that I absolutely love and one of my faves that I do not own~ and I
couldn’t help but notice some similarities with my AiShira ship and SasuSaku.
Doing a writing marathon because I’m still very much behind bruuuhhh***
Sasuke sighed and ran his fingers through his spiky raven
hair. It was a rough day at Konoha Hospital’s Emergency Lifesaving department –
all of them were on their toes, adrenaline pumping through their veins. Murao
Hiro, a twenty year old patient with third degree burns, Yamamoto Eri, a
geriatric patient who suffered cardiac arrest, and a damage control surgery to a
middle-aged Ikeuchi Kaoru who suffered a high-fall trauma kept his mind and
body working throughout the day. But he didn’t hate it. He thrived on the daily
rush in Lifesaving, something that was not that common when he spent the last
few years in Neurosurgery.Initially, he didn’t plan on coming back to the department
where he started at in the hospital. Yamato-sensei, Lifesaving’s chief, begged
him to in front of everyone since there was a lack of manpower but to no avail.
But after a large-scale disaster at the highway, where his expertise was needed
on site, he was having second thoughts. He will never admit it out loud, but a
large part of his reason why he returned was because of the humble pleading
with a hint of desperation from the staff leader and her words that hit him
hard when they were alone at the helipad.Those jade eyes seem to always affect him in more ways than
one.
Your Presence
SasuSaku Month 2018
Day 18: Something Better
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Author’s Note: Work + Writer’s block + Sweater weather is a deadly combination for me. I challenged myself to write not less than 1k words for my oneshots and there are times I want to stop but my love for my otp is stronger~
And the cute SasuSakuSara moments at the latest Boruto episode made me want to finish everything
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Little flowers of the sakura tree started to show its beauty to the rest of the world. Mismatched orbs looked on, completely mesmerized. The sight was a signal that winter finally passed, making way for the season of spring. A time of rebirth and new chances. Sasuke reached out to touch one, the softness a huge contrast to his lone calloused hand.
One person would always come in his mind – the only one he could associate the beautiful blossoms of spring with. Someone who stayed far too long in his head, yet he realizes that he doesn’t mind.
He doesn’t want to think that the reason why he’s been seeking out sakura trees and finding comfort in his travels is because of her, but then he would be lying to himself.
ssm day 17: body talk
SasuSaku Month Day 17
Title: Don’t Talk, Just Ride
Prompt: Body Talk
Rating: M━hard M
Day’s Notes: I don’t even know why I waited so long to post this but it’s been sitting in my fic folder for a while so here you go guys; there’s a possibility of a part 2 next month for AU August; Real Life AU; mentions of TenKarin and as always ShiItaIzu; rating is for sexual content; Again, hard M━I hope you like laundry room smut;heads up it’s like 5,480 words?
Four floors to each garden apartment and three apartments on each floor.
And not a single one had a washer and dryer unit of their own.
This annoyed Sasuke to no end but with utilities included and a laundromat around the corner that provided a laundry drop off service at a reasonable price, he would never have to visit the laundry center in the basement of the apartment.
At least that was usually the case.
Sasuke hated going down to the laundry center. He had a difficult enough time dealing with roommates he wasn’t sure how to handle run ins with strangers in a secluded area.
The apartment he shared was a drive from their school but it was cheaper and in a quieter neighborhood than the apartments on campus. Mostly families lived in the garden apartment units which was perfect considering both his father and Kiba’s mother made it a point that they were going to school to get an education not to party.
Shino didn’t have that same issue with his parents but he was Shino and no one expected him to be the one always missing at some random girl’s apartment every other weekend or so.
Unfortunately for Sasuke he was behind on a lot of his housework because of work and school. Really behind.
He was down to his last pair of gray sweatpants and an old hoodie. He had clean socks left but unfortunately no more boxer briefs. He knew his mother would be scandalized by the state of his laundry hamper.
Sasuke couldn’t wait for his clothes to be taken to the laundry service. He had to wash at least one load of laundry so that he would have clothes to wear while his laundry was being taken care of.
Because of the fact that it was mostly families in the apartment, Sasuke was sure that doing a load of laundry in the middle of the night would assure he would be completely alone.
At least that’s what he thought.
Walking down the hall to the laundry center it wasn’t until he reached the door that he could hear a dryer running and smell fabric softener in the air.
At one in the morning?
Slow Down
“Damn it, Sakura. Slow down!” Sasuke ordered, following behind his very angry, and very pregnant wife as she moved with hastened and heavy steps.
Sure his wife was near indestructible, but she was pregnant with his child and didn’t need to be moving such a way when she could be giving birth at any moment.
The Uchiha gritted his teeth as she ignored him and he continued to follow behind her, speeding up to catch up and grab a hold of her hand. Sometimes, it was rather difficult dealing with her in the late stages of her pregnancy, but he had no other option but to do so. She was his wife.
“Don’t touch me!” She smacked his arm away with ease, glaring up at him as if he were her mortal enemy.
This was a mood swing from hell.
“Sakura, you’re being really damn annoying.” He glared right back at her, but he wasn’t angry. Actually, he was rather amused… but he knew better to let her know that. She would have gotten even more annoying.
“The only one annoying here, Sasuke-kun, is you!” She spat, pushing her finger against his chest with far more force than necessary.
He never knew pregnancy could be so problematic. All he’d done was ask if she wanted to return to the village… because he felt all this traveling wasn’t good for her in her state. Now though, she thought he was trying to get rid of her. How could she not understand that all he wanted was for her-and their baby, to be safe.
“I get one little cramp and you think it’s the end of the world.” She huffed. “I am your wife and I am not leaving you.”
“Are you done?” He asked, staring down at her softly, despite her attitude. She continued to look up at him, but said nothing else so he took the opportunity to finally explain. “I never asked you to leave me. When I asked if you wanted to return, I had every intention of returning with you.”
Her eyes widened at this, lips parting before a slight blush took to her cheeks. “You did?”
“Ah.”
She sniffled and then it was Sasuke’s eyes widening as he saw tears welling up in hers.
Here we go…
“S-Sasuke-kun…” She whispered, leaning into him for a hug then.
Sasuke sighed as he rested his head atop hers, smiling softly at the feel of her round belly against him and the fact that she could be this emotional- happy one minute, angry the next, and then reduce to tears in a matter of seconds… as annoying as it was, he loved every second of it.
sssm day 23: new dream
SasuSaku Month Day 23
Title: Brace Me Honey I Need Friction
Prompt: New Dream
Rating: M(children look away)
Day’s Notes: @freshtoxinn wanted pregnancy smut and I ended up making some smuff for everyone; I know its late for day 23 please forgive me lol;yes the title is a lyric to a song…
Rainy days always made her chest feel heavy.
A sense of nostalgia would wash over her and she would ache for something she couldn’t recognize.
Drumming her fingers across her protruding stomach, Sakura hummed softly as she watched the rain fall and pitter-patter against the docks of the river village she and Sasuke were currently residing in.
The hut they made their home for the past couple of weeks was on the outskirts of the cluster of huts that were erected directly on top of the river. The fishing community traveled by small boats and the interconnected docks that made up their village.
Sasuke had said the rain would cease to fall in a couple more days and with it would come the fireflies the village was known for. It would be another beautiful sight she would want to bring her child back to see.
Her husband was so soft with her, taking her places he had visited and showing her a world untouched by shinobi.
Training
SasuSaku Month 2018 – Day 15: Training
Rating: T
A/N: This is a continuation of Day 8 (Flowers). Couldn’t resist. 😉 Thank you for reading and I hope you like it!
It had been a week since Tsunade had finally allowed Sakura to come back to work, having extended her leave for a couple more days. Thanks to Sasuke and his ever observant eyes watching her every wince of discomfort and small lack of appetite. She would have been upset if this had been any other situation, but she used her new free time to spend time with Sasuke and even the other boys. However, for some reason, Sakura started having bouts of insomnia and the little she did manage to sleep was plagued with nightmares. She was no stranger to nightmares. She had been in a war and seen countless of people die, some right under her hands, but after seeking a couple of counseling sessions she was able to cope with the horrors she saw. The last time she had a full-fledged nightmare was about a year ago, so when another one invaded her dreams, she was not prepared for it. The only thing she was thankful for was that Sasuke had not been around to hear her scream or see her rocking on her bed trying to forget the images.
Working long, and sometimes tedious, hours was a blessing in disguise for Sakura. Most of the time they left her so exhausted that she had no room to think or dream. She’d come home late at night, check on Sasuke – he’d moved back in with her – in the guest room and faceplant her bed. It wasn’t perfect, or entirely healthy, but it was a system that kept her moving forward. That is, until it didn’t work anymore.
After the fourth consecutive night of nightmares and insomnia, she’d had enough. She threw the sweat covered sheets away from her angrily and got dressed in a pair of leggings then threw on a light sweater over her tank top. She snatched a pack of kunai to wrap around her leg and an old pair of sneakers from her closet, and headed towards her window. Knowing full well she was sneaking out like a rebellious teenager – from her own apartment – as to not rouse Sasuke’s suspicion, made her feel the tiniest bit of guilt, but she wanted to be alone. Although she and Sasuke had grown impossibly close ever since he came back, there was still that fear that she’d do something that would somehow make him realize she was still that weak girl from all those years ago.
Once Sakura slipped outside quietly, she took to the roofs and ran to one of the far training grounds on the Northside of Konoha enclosed by a multitude of trees. It was secluded and gave her the privacy she wanted, not to mention the wooden posts placed strategically in various areas that offered her a source to vent her frustrations on. She sighed heavily, glanced at the waning moon wistfully, and began jogging around the field to warm-up. She ran mindlessly for a couple of laps before zeroing in on the wooden posts and hitting them in sequence. The harsh texture of the wood rubbed against her bare skin painfully since she didn’t have her gloves with her, but the sensations were welcomed. They distracted her.
Again and again she aimed her fists at the posts, each hit landing harder than the next. It was impossible to tell how long she kept at it, for her mind had finally wandered away from what kept her up at night, until one particular blow stung much more deeply than the rest. Sakura’s eyes refocused on the scene in front of her and winced as she looked at her bruised and bloody knuckles. Her heartbeat drummed quick against her chest and her breathing was labored. A small bead of sweat ran down her neck, letting her know just how hard she had been training. Not entirely satisfied, but in no mood to cause any real damage to herself, Sakura sat down on the grass and let herself fall on her back as she tried to calm down. The wind blew mercifully through the trees and the grounds, cooling the perspiration on her flushed skin.
“Stop being weak, Haruno,” she whispered to herself gazing at the stars. “They’re just nightmares, nothing more.”
She couldn’t help but wonder how Sasuke coped with his nightmares. She wouldn’t pretend that she hadn’t heard him once or twice, muttering countless I’m sorry’s and names of people long since passed, in his sleep when she’s gotten home from work. His episodes never lasted as long as hers and she wondered if he found a way to deal, or if he simply grew used to them, which was a really sad thought.
“I’ll need to inform Tsunade if you keep talking to yourself like that.”
Sakura shot up from the ground with a startled squeak and faced the direction where the voice had come from. Standing against the trunk of a tree, looking as calm as ever, was her dark-haired companion. His cool midnight orbs locked on her anxious jade eyes with such intensity, she felt a shiver run down her spine and all the way down to her toes. He was in nothing but sweatpants and a black t-shirt. The disarray of his hair was enough to suggest he had been sleeping not long ago.
“S-Sasuke,” she managed to say after a few moments of composing herself. “What are you doing here?”
He ignored her question, keeping her rooted to her spot with only his stare. “Midnight training?”
“Eh, yeah, something like that,” Sakura finally managed to answer.
“Hn.” Sasuke pushed away from the trunk, never breaking eye contact, and approached her slowly.
Sakura stayed rooted to her spot, watching his every step as he came closer to her. For a second she felt like her anxiety shot through the roof, but as he stopped right in front of her, a strange sense of serenity settled over her. Sasuke grabbed one of her still bleeding hands and frowned, inspecting the wounds.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Sakura,” he murmured softly as he started wiping away the blood with his shirt. A tight knot formed in her throat at the concern she could see shining in his eyes. She shook her head in response, finally breaking eye contact. “I see… How about a spar, then?”
“What?”
Sasuke smirked. “Spar with me, Sa-ku-ra.”
All thoughts flew out the window at the sight of his smirk, which seemed way more sensual than Sakura cared to admit. But she still enjoyed it.
“Fine, Sa-su-ke.”
She tugged her hand away from his and healed the wounds, threads of excitement filling her at the prospect of some training alone with her dear Sasuke. They both stepped closer to the middle of the training ground.
“Nothing fancy, just the basics,” Sasuke stated, sensing her low chakra levels.
He moved first without waiting for confirmation and went on the offensive. Just like when they trained together all those weeks ago, he tested her reflexes and defensive stances to get a better read of her fighting style. And just like before, her forms were powerful and well-developed. She had been the Godaime’s apprentice after all.
They circled each other, throwing a kick or punch here and there, testingly. Though they both kept their expressions neutral, as to not give anything away, on the inside they both felt an inescapable connection pulling them closer and closer until they had no choice but to collide. Sasuke felt a wave of desire burn through his being as he regarded the pink-haired kunoichi. The air crackled with electricity around them.
Sakura shot forward and engaged him in a series of well-aimed punches that would have knocked him out for sure if he let one land. The tables turned as he went on the defensive and Sakura wasted no time in keeping up. All the frustrations she had been keeping in burst forward and fueled her attacks, increasing in speed and voracity. It was enough to awaken his sharingan to keep him from falling under her attacks.
They spared against one another until they both collapsed on the ground, exhaustion weighing down their limbs. Sakura pulled Sasuke down to lay on his back next to her to regain their breathing. A calm silence settled between the two for a while as they stared up at the sky.
“Nightmares, right?” Sasuke spoke up after a while.
She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t lie to him. “Yes.”
“Does it happen often?” He asked.
“Not for a while now, honestly,” she replied, shrugging. “After the war, it happened every night, but I’ve learned to cope with the things I’ve seen. I guess it just never really goes away and sometimes I don’t have the ability to deal with them.”
“I’ve learned that sometimes it’s not about dealing with them,” Sasuke said turning his head to face her. Sakura turned to look at him too, curiously.
He raised his hand from the grass and caressed her cheek tenderly. The unexpected action caused a blush to tint her cheeks. He couldn’t help but smile slightly.
“Sometimes, you have to replace those nightmares with something else. Something more valuable…” Sasuke trailed off in a whisper, leaning towards her slowly.
Their lips met in the middle. A thousand butterflies exploded in her stomach and her heart sped up like a hummingbird’s wings as it filled up with her love for him. Her body moved on its own, scooting closer to him until there was no space in between them. Neither complained, reveling in the warmth of their bodies combined. Sasuke slid his hand from her cheek down to her smooth neck and further down to her waist. Sakura gasped into his mouth as he tentatively squeezed the small amount of flesh that been exposed with her sweater riding up. She felt her body come alive with his touch, and may the stars fall from the night sky and the sun dry up, she never wanted him to stop.
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