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SASUSAKU month ( 2017 ) … “thank you”

Returning to Konoha, Sasuke complied to the terms and conditions, including being placed under constant supervision.  Unfailingly, Sakura offers to be his warden, a proposition that Sasuke is ultimately grateful for.   

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SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 6: Thank You

His hand falls to the little lump on her belly, he can feel
the new life forming inside her. Proof that there is hope after war, after
everything he’s seen.

Sasuke feels her hand on his face, it lingers on his cheek
and when he looks up to meet her gaze he’s taken aback. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She smiles, small
but bright.

“Wait until you meet our daughter.” She murmurs and it takes
him a moment to notice he had spoken the words out loud.

“Daughter?” He asks out loud, he hadn’t thought about that.

“Or son, it’s still too early to know.”

“No, no. It will be a girl.” He speaks with certainty, it’s
something he feels and something she feels as well. “I hope she has your eyes.”

“That is very unlikely, there’s a higher chance she’ll be
born with your dark eyes-”

“That’s not what I meant.” He interrupts her, before adding
in a gentle murmur, “I hope she inherits you’re way of looking at the world,
the way your eyes shine.” I hope my curse
won’t taint her. The last he doesn’t say aloud, but he knows Sakura hears
it anyway.

“Well thanks to me, she might not get the Sharingan.” She speaks
the words half-afraid, as if it were a bad thing. A part of him is hoping she
won’t, Sakura knows this as well, but she doesn’t share his fears. She’s sure
the curse of hatred is behind them, and maybe she’s right, because it is love
that drives them forward now.

“Thank you.”

scriptblossom:

Finding a person was more difficult than she would have imagined. Especially if that person was Uchiha Sasuke. It’s been two months now and she was still nowhere close to figuring out where on earth Sasuke could be by now in his travels. Sakura was beginning to think that she may have been too hasty when she made the decision to leave Konoha on her own in search of him.

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Sakura walks slowly through the new town she just arrived at. She was short on supplies and money at this point. She takes out a small pouch from her bag as she checks the inside contents. With a frown, she sighs. She needed to start making money fast. Throughout her travels, she had stopped to help those in need of medical treatment. Often, she refused their money and instead only accepted food or lodging. 

‘Then how can you be low on money?’ the little voice in the back of her mind asks. Sakura sighs again as she lowers her head. The hood of her cloak falls over her eyes as she walks glumly towards a food stall. “Because I accidentally destroyed the town hall,” she mumbles. She hadn’t mean to but at the last town she was at, she had saw a group of thugs bothering a young woman and without thinking, she charged in and gave them all a good beating and effectively destroying part of the town hall in the process. Luckily, no one else was injured. Although the mayor told her not to worry about it, she ended up feeling guilty and helped foot the bill for repairs. 

“Look, is that the person?”

“Mm, from… Konoha? Was it?”

Sakura’s ears perk up as she hears a group of women whispering and gossiping to each other near the food stalls. Were they talking about her? Did news of her destroying the town hall travel to this town so fast? Was she going to be kicked out of here before she even find a place to stay?

She pulls the hood of her cloak even lower as she tries to hide all traces of her pink hair to keep it from showing. Then she begins to scold herself. She wasn’t a fugitive. Why should she be scared? Yet, she did feel slightly ashamed for her reckless temperament that brought her to this mess in the first place. If the town was this gossipy about her, it would make it harder for her to dig up information on Sasuke. 

She approached the food stall as her eyes glanced at the food for sale. Her mouth was salivating by now and quickly, she sticks out a hand to point out the item she wanted. “One yakisoba bun, please,” she orders. As the stall owner wraps up her bun, Sakura opens up her small money pouch again as she gingerly takes out the coins inside. 

Before she could pay, someone from behind her drops some coins in the hand of the stall owner and takes the wrapped bun. 

“Hey, that’s supposed to be mine!” Sakura shouts as she whirls around to see who dared try to steal her bun away.

She only gapes when she sees who it was. She blinks once and then brings two hands to rub her eyes to double check that her vision hadn’t gone bad.

“Here.” 

The yakisoba bun was now in front of her face. She takes it in stunned silence. “Thank you,” she says in disbelief. 

A murmur of whispers get louder as the group of gossiping women continue to chatter on the side. “It’s him, right?”

“Yes, Uchiha Sasuke, isn’t it?”

Sakura turns to look the women for a moment but they seem to pay no attention to her. So they weren’t talking about her after all. She turns back to look at the man who was now walking away from her. It is him. It really is.

She runs towards him, her feet practically leaping off the ground, her two hands still clutched on the yakisoba bun he gave her. The hood of her cloak flies back behind her to reveal her pink hair as her tresses dance in the wind. 

The man stops in his footsteps as he turns back and looks at her. She stops when he stops and for a moment, they stare at each other. Then he directs a small smile at her and she smiles back. 

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She had been looking at all the wrong places. She didn’t need to find him. He had found her.

‘Thank you, Sasuke-kun.’

adxe:

Day 6 – Thank You (SSM17)

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He holds up one of her knee-highs. Sakura grabs the article of clothing quickly from his grasp. She mumbles a quick, “thank you,” and proceeds to pull the silk over her legs.

Sasuke watches her, “so…” he begins, “we should…talk about this”.

She responds with a non-committal, “uh-huh,” whilst continuing with her task to clothe herself as quickly as possible. It is the perfect contrast to Sasuke; he continues to sit on the hotel bed, nude under the sheets without any intention of changing that state any time soon.

“Sakura,” he grumbles.

She stops, and stands upright. She turns to him, “this didn’t happen”.

He doesn’t even bother hiding his smirk, “Sakura, we should talk about this–”

“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, turning to face him completely. Her words are genuine, “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have done this”.

“I know,” he replies softly, “but there’s no point in thinking along those lines now – it happened, so we–”

“I’m going to leave,” Sakura interjects, glancing quickly at the door, “my team is most likely wondering where I am and you…” she pauses, noting his lack of clothes – still, “you, um, you’ll probably head off. Konoha may not actively look for you, but if they do find you then they’ll–”

“They’ll what,” Sasuke cuts in, “will they treat me as, accommodatingly, as you did last night?”

She gapes at his cavalier attitude towards the situation at hand. “What is with you?” she hisses.

Sasuke exhales, “Sakura–”

She holds up her hand.

“No,” she steps towards him, “no, you’re right. I was wrong. I am in the wrong”.

As he’d not predicted Sakura to admit this (nor had he wanted her to), he decides that the appropriate response to such an admission is; silence.

She bites her lip, “I don’t know why…why did…”

His demeanour softens. Sasuke gets out from under the covers, and out of the bed. He takes a step towards her, “I don’t regret it,” he tells her softly.

Sakura looks up to him, smiles, and blushes. He knows that she doesn’t either – despite their circumstances.

She opens her mouth to speak, then pauses before saying, “um…could you maybe put on some pants, Sasuke-kun”.

He holds his position, then looks down to his state of undress.

He scoffs – it isn’t like she’d not seen him like this before.

scriptblossom:

He was dying right in front of her. She could see the blood trickling from the edge of his mouth. His eyes were closed shut and his body was still. She reached out for his hand but it was ice cold. She felt frozen in her body, helpless and unable to make a sound. She didn’t know what to do. Her other hand reaches out as she tries to wipe the blood away from his mouth. 

“Is he dead?” was the only thing she could think of. She hated that she even asked because somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice answered, “yes.”

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Sasuke had woken up not too shortly ago and was sitting outside of his tent by the burnt out campfire. Naruto’s loud snoring had awaken him from his sleep and feeling restless, he had decided to stroll out for some fresh air. He begins to get up to head back inside his tent, shared with Naruto and Kakashi, when he hears a faint noise coming from the tent pitched next to theirs. Immediately, his senses go into high alert as he concentrates on the sound. It was Sakura’s voice. 

On a reflex, he quickly unzips the door of her tent as he peers inside to make sure she was okay. She was. Tucked safely into her sleeping bag, she was in no harm. But her face looked far from peaceful. She was tossing now and one arm was outside of her sleeping bag as she cries for help in her faint little voice. 

Sasuke steps inside as he kneels beside her. “Sakura…” he calls out to her in a lowered voice as he places a hand on top of her forehead. She was dripping in cold sweat. “Sakura, wake up. You’re having a night—”

Suddenly, Sakura’s outreached arm grabs onto his and he freezes for a second. Sakura’s eyes flies wide open as she gasps heavily. Her bangs were sticking to the side of her face as tears began to fall freely from her eyes. “Sasuke-kun! You’re alive!” she cries as she throws her arms around him. She’s sobbing now as her whole body shakes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t protect you. I let him kill you,” she repeats over and over, the sound of her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. 

“Sakura… I’m okay. Everything is okay.”

She doesn’t respond but she stops crying after some time. The crying must have tired her out as Sasuke pulls back from her embrace to see that she has cried herself back to sleep. He cradles her head in one hand as he lowers her back into her sleeping bag. 

In a crouched position, he looks at her again as the guilt hits him for the first time in a long time. He was the reason for her nightmare. He was weak and that was why he lost today against his fight with Haku. He had to get stronger. His hands began to form a fist as the image of his brother flashes through his mind, the reminder he needed to keep him going. “Next time…” he says as he grits his teeth. “Next time, I’ll be stronger so you won’t have to cry over me again.” 

adxe:

Day 5 – Blood, Sweat and Tears (SSM17)

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The absurdity of the situation did not escape him.

He was a goner – for that he could be sure. Separating from his group; not intentionally but even so, the horde that attacked meant that he could no longer see either Kakashi or Naruto within his sight after the worst of it had passed.

Three days ago had he lost his team.

He’d travelled during that time to find them.

That is, until he had been cornered, without any weapons. He’d fallen through what turned out to be an unstable portion of the building he was scouring.

The noise of his fall attracted those monsters.

Had it not been for her – he’d be dead, or worse.

“Sakura,” he whispers, not really believing his sight.

She stands before him; ragged, out of breath, and with adrenaline coursing through her veins – after all, she had just decapitated three of those monsters before his sight.

She turns back; her face is marred with blood, whether or not it is her own blood or not cannot be said. “Can you walk?” she asks.

He looks down to his left leg. The fall did not do him any favours, “I’ll manage,” he says.

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She
has found shelter within an old hotel. The aesthetics of a haunted
house aside, the place is good enough, and structurally sound enough
to spend the night. “Hold still, please,” Sakura mumbles as she
begins to tend to his wounds.

She patches him up, he is quiet throughout until she remarks, “okay, that’s all I can do for now. Best to rest, I’ll head out on watch”.

He grabs her wrist before she can leave, “I thought…” he needs to think this through, “we all thought you were dead”.

She stops, and bends down once more, “well, I’m not”.

“Naruto told me–”

“Sasuke,” she interjects, gently placing her hand upon his shoulder, “just rest for now, you’ll need it”.

s-asuke:

Warnings: nsfw, alcohol, yeah, also… im very sorry for being 2 days late?? I dont like how this turned out but nvm, enjoy!! Feedback is always appreciated 🐷

“Shit, shit, shit!” He is shouting as he comes into her, hard. Pink hair bunched up in his hand which he hastily lets go as his form shakes, letting out animalistic moans as her pleasure reaches peak. “Ngh- ah!“Crying out as he pulls out from her sore and sensitive opening, Sakura falls on her stomach, thighs aching in alert, Sasuke right next to her. She breathes heavily, not quite able to collect herself. Her small fingers reach to rub the sensitive, bitten nipples and bruised breasts. She moans out, sated, both in overwhelming pleasure and pain; some semen is trickling out of her stretched opening, Sasuke has such a possesive personality, he can’t handle her body not being covered in his bite marks, hickeys and cum all over.

“Damn,” he can’t quite catch his breath – and it’s quite understandable, they have been at it for four rounds, his abs glistening with sweat and mixed fluids. The thin trail of hairs leading to his cock is dirtied by cum, and his hair is so deliciously messy… Poising herself on her side, Sakura drinks in the certain softness that only post-coitus Sasuke posseses, allowing her to daydream about him holding her hand on the street, and maybe, if she gets lucky, even eating lunch outside with her time to time. She knows that Sasuke dislikes PDA, completely, yet she can’t not feel jealous over Sai, yes, the constipated small Sai, who whooshes his soon-to-be-wife off her feet to scoop her up in his arms and kisses her in front of the entire Konoha 13, passionately so when she teases him or anything, really.

Sakura knows it’s selfish to ask – to want – something more from Sasuke.

He already spoils her rotten.

His flushed, vulnerable demeanor changes swiftly – lasting mere seconds – and he gulps, exhaling deeply as he shoves his robe onto his slick body, going for a washcloth to clean his girlfriend with. The humidity of the sex scented room doesn’t help clear Sakura’s mind: it only makes it more livid. She dissmisses this emotion as soon as Sasuke’s warm hand reaches over to soothe the overstimulated area, all worries dissapearing as she reflects on four fucking rounds of amazing sex, even Shadow Clones accompanying them in the second round.

“Sasuke-kun… that was amazing…” Purrs in appreciation as Sasuke brushes her center fleetingly, captivated by the sight of her being fucked full of his seed. A simple “aa” is all he gives.

Scoops her up, arm so tender around the small frame of skin and bones (she lost a considerable bit of muscle this month, Sasuke thinks, she needs time off from the hospital) and as he walks them over to the bathroom, careful not to slip, Sasuke places her in the warm water, attentive not to spill any. He appreciatevely scates his eyes over his handiwork – the patch of skin where he hasn’t left his mark or kissed doesn’t exist. They have long ago crossed the line where Sasuke would worry about a single bite. Sakura loves pain, and so does Sasuke, to some extent, so she will not mind, until the safeword is spoken, of course.

He settles in the bathtub with her after shedding the gray robe – arm loose of all bandages, her fingers trace over the stump, and forget themselves in the crooks of stray scars, each story unique and perfect as the one before.

“Darling? Want me to wash your hair?”

“Sure.”

The pinkette keeps herself occupied with the thick tresses, enjoying the soapy aroma of the room and the silky oil in the water, which smooths the surfaces of their skin, altrough she always deemed Sasuke’s skin to be smoother than silk.

He may have not shown many public displays of affection (his hand around her waist or shoulder while grocery shopping, their bodies leaning on one another during their library outings) but it is the complete oposite once they reach the safety of their home. His kisses are passionate and sweet and often because Sasuke’s nearly glued to her when they are in the confines of their home, this sulky bedhog and a grumpy night owl. A cuddle monster which gives her no peace – making her laugh after she has to wrestle her way out of the bed when she wants to wake for the job. He has duties too – but his secret lies in always having five more minutes of huddling close in the warm sheets with his favorite girl.

Even after alchohol sets his tongue loose and hands a bit more free, he refrains from anything in public, but devours Sakura the very moment they step foot in their home. A quiet storm, leaving her perfectly demolished in his wake.

“Say, Sasuke, everybody’s going out to drink tonight, so why won’t we too?” Sakura grabs a chance, praying softly that he catches the bait. Sakura is going to make him be comfier out of his shell outdoors, dammit!

“Mmm, I don’t know… I have a mission tomorrow night. And you haven’t taken a day off.” He is quick to pick up, as he dries her long, pink hair, setting it up in a loose bun. “I’m not the one whose alcohol tolerance we should question but…” The Uchiha is immediatelly put off, because she is right. He has one portion of sake, and he is useless. And by that he means oh look let’s jump off this bridge to see who’ll create a bigger splash useless. Sakura ends up babysitting him and Naruto more than enough. And since Sasuke’s sex drive usually goes through the roof, he has to remind himself more than once to keep his goddamn hands to himself. He would never live it down from dobe if he ever got handsy with Sakura in public. And dobe No. 2, as he was dubbing Kiba now, would get even worse, hence being annoying about Sasuke ‘not appreciating Sakura’s gentleness, which is akin to the one of a forest fairy’.

He really doesn’t like going out and drinking. Or going out, in general. But he does it only so Sakura would be happy and so he could see that little pout of triumph that she thinks she hides so well.

“Very well. We’re going out.”

Nothing can match his joy when he sees the pout he has been thinking about.

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Nobody in Konoha could ever expect the chaos that would ensue in putting together the Konoha 13 and copious amounts of alcohol – althrough nearly half of them just eat something, enjoying their own, non-drunken conversation. Kiba and Naruto dare each other, teasing the others around them. Ino tries to tease the hell out of Sakura, always interrupted by Sai’s saucy comments. Choji hogs the corner, leaving Sasuke in a comfortable cocoon of silence (people still needed time to warm up to the idea of Sasuke being back after numerous things he has done). Ino is laughing about something Sakura has told her again, and Sasuke’s being shoved some sake from accross the table from Naruto.

Fuck it.

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Sakura should’ve expected this – Sasuke getting bored, and then downing half a bottle. What she didn’t expect was how well he was handling it. He was weirdly quiet. Shikamaru got worried, passing her strange looks. His Rinnegan began glimmering wierdly – Sakura didn’t want him to accidentally activate the deadly doujutsu. “Well guys, we will be off! Haha, Sasuke-kun has a mission, he better rest for it.” Her awkward demeanor isn’t missed by Shino, Neji and Naruto, all while Hinata meekly lets out a “take care Uchiha-san”, which is ignored by Sakura as they dissapear into the humid night. Sakura’s ‘clever’ plan of making him maybe even make out with her so everyone will be convinced that Sakura gets a healthy amount of dicking and maybe stop teasing her about living with the stoic Uchiha in a celibate.

If they only knew.

As soon as they are in the clear of all people, near their secluded house (Sasuke has walked straight the entirety of it) Sakura asks him wearily, not knowing what to expect from his deadpanned stare, is he alright. Just a nod awaits her, and as soon as they enter the house, he trips. Sasuke trips and falls down on his face. Sasuke Uchiha tripped and fell horizontally on his face. Sakura did not know what to do with this information. “Ahh.. you were so drunk, you only had the energy to walk properly here. Pfft.” Laughing like an idiot, Sakura carries Sasuke to the bed, leaving him in the dim room, and going after a medical kit.

Some hangover medicine, and one (blowjob) physical treatment later, Sakura decides that Sasuke is not yet sober, but sober enough to deal with certain preparations for the tomorrow’s mission. As she is laying in their bed, breathing steady, listening to the soft tap of water as Sasuke makes himself decent, she thinks about his behavior – even through he ingested quite a bit of sake, he maintained his stoic demeanor.

She knew this was the stupidest thing ever – thinking about Sasuke drunkenly expressing his affection towards her – he expressed it more than enough in the comfort of their own home. So why does she have to be so selfish and wish for more, especially for the sake of proving something to others?

“What are you thinking about?” Demanding as ever, he emerges from the bathroom, leftover bangs glued together by the water, some droplets straying from his chin to his torso. “Nothing, Sasuke-kun.”

“It’s dumb to lie to me,” as simple as that, he serves his explanation, making her fidget and turn, not like she could’ve fooled him anyway. “Sasuke-kun… it’s a bit irrational… i don’t think-”

“I don’t care. Just say it. You make me say all kinds of stuff anyway.”

“Uh-huh.” She blushes head-to-toe, Sasuke saying such things made her want to dissapear. He was too serious, his voice relaxed and smooth.

“Sasuke… why don’t we… hold hands in public?”

Silence. Deafening and defeating silence. Sakura wants to explode from embarrassment, while Sasuke’s frozen in his tracks, cogwheels of his brain turning. Both their faces are aflame with furious blushes.

“So, I don’t feel the need to express my emotion in front of everyone, that’s all,” Sasuke collects himself to tell her in a stern, yet smaller voice than usual. Sakura wants to dissapear. Her face is positively boiling at this point. She turns around, hoping that the conversation is over. “But if you want me to, yeah, I’ll hold you.”

Holy-

Sakura’s brain shortcircuits and her body temperature rises 300 degrees at least. Feeling Sasuke’s hand gripping her, puling her closer to him, she melts in content. “Whenever you want, I can do something more.”

A sigh.

A kiss.

Sakura wishes him goodnight, staring at the crecent moon.

doggeelikes:

Prompt: Something More

Rating: T

Summary: Sasuke has left Sakura and Sarada once more since he had to go to one of his missions. Sakura feels confident for him returning safe and sound but doesn’t feel quite right.

A/N: Hey again! This is the second one for sasusaku month fan fiction. Just wanted to say thanks for liking the previous one I did. Anyway hope you like this one too!

I Miss Him

“Mom, when will Dad return?” Sarada asked while eating dinner with her mom Sakura. “Really soon Sarada, just be patient.” Sakura smiled and continued eating ramen. Sakura felt a bit insecure since it has been 3 weeks already and she hasn’t heard nothing from him. But she tried not to think about to much and focus on her schedule and to think of other things.

“Well time to sleep Sarada. .tomorrow you have classes.” Sakura said while picking up her plate. Sarada nodded and picked up her own plate and went to bedroom giving a kiss in her mom’s cheek.

Sakura changed and sat on her bed. She lie down looking at the ceiling and started to remember the way Sasuke smiled to her and how his lips felt on hers. She put both of her hands in her heart and wished for him to be with her right now. She knew it will never happened but somehow she felt him close to her. A warm presence of him, even if he wasn’t there. She knew that he will always be with her and Sarada deep in their hearts.

|Sasuke View|

Sasuke was in bed in his shelter thinking of how he wished he was in his home now. He smiled a bit when he remembered how Sarada looks like him and how she is important to him. He sat up and looked at the window. He liked how the stars looked like and he notice how 2 of his beautiful stars were always there with him. He’s 2 beautiful lost stars in which he could see and feel their presence next to him. He lie down and smiles while closing his eyes. He softly whispers to himself, “My beautiful lost stars. .”.

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the short story but I still hope you guys like. Tomorrow I’ll do a longer one. I promise.