From his point of view, his older brother had an annoying penchant for bugging him during social events. “That’s an interesting choice of attire, Sasuke,” remarks Itachi.
Sasuke’s expression scrunches – every time…
He isn’t sure when this tradition started. Perhaps calling it a tradition wasn’t the best word for it. More like, the unnecessary and frivolous annual event that consisted of the main clans of the village gathering in a hall and wasting their time with…chit-chat.
“Hey bastard, wanna see something?” Naruto exuberance practically shines in contrasts with the rest of the party guests faux friendliness and elbow rubbing. And, despite Sasuke’s intention to ’blend in’, so to speak, Naruto still had the ability to find him amidst the crowd.
A troublesome ability, really, “what do you want, Naruto?”
The blond blinks, then grins, “I asked if you wanna see something”.
“See what?”
“A surprise,” Naruto replies, “or actually…its more like, someone”.
Well, considers Sasuke, it couldn’t be any more boring than this party is.
It doesn’t take long for Sakura to realize it is all a
dream, a fabricated reality made out of impossible situations. A reality in
where they could have been happy.
It was a family dinner in a place where she’d never been in
before, created out of Sauske’s own memories. The Uchiha household was grand. Mikoto
was all around lovely, created from the memories of a child she was never not smiling. Fugaku was stern, always a
little apart, and untouchable. Then there was Itachi, not the frightening
missing ninja she knew him to be but a loving brother.
Sakura was standing in the kitchen assisting Mikoto when she
felt arms snake around her waist. Sasuke spun her around and greeted her with a
quick kiss before letting go and walking over to kiss his mother’s forehead.
“You’re late.” His mother scolded halfheartedly. Before
Sasuke could respond Itachi made his entrance and threw his arm around his
brother’s shoulders.
“We were picking up Sarada at Naruto’s.” Itachi explained
and as if on cue the little girl ran into the kitchen and straight to her
father who picked her up.
“It’s true, it’s my fault we’re late grandma.” The little
girl speaks, her big eyes set on swaying everyone around her.
Sakura couldn’t speak. She knew it was not real, most of the
people in the room were dead, that little girl, a mixture of them both didn’t
exist. But there was Sasuke, smiling like she’d never seen him before, ruffling
the girl’s hair, and kissing her forehead in a loving manner. And she wanted it
to be real.
It didn’t take long for her to realize it was all a dream, a
genjutsu inflicted by his rinnegan, but even with that knowledge it took her a
long time to escape that dream world.
“Why are you crying?” Sasuke turned to her, his expression
worried. You’re not real, none of this
is. She almost said.
In another world, the battle left a plague around the world due to imbalance of one’s internal chakra and nature’s chakra (something like FFVII’s geostigma) and Sakura has to travel around the globe to fix it. Cue singledad!Sasuke and Sarada finding her mom to ask her if she abandoned the family ala gaiden. (Idk I just wanted to celebrate the new SS ending of Boruto, and experiment in bright colours.)
I keep thinking about Sakura as Gaby and Sasuke as Illya whenever I watch The Man from U.N.C.L.E so here’s Sasusaku posing for the table scene if they were to be in the world of The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
A fun fact I realized: Kishi in one of the interview claims that in real life Naruto would be American (like Napoleon), Sakura would be European (like Gaby), and Sasuke would be Japanese (Illya is Russian but Russia is half way in Asia).
SasuSaku Month 