SasuSaku Month 2017 . Day 4- Lean on Me . Title: Taking Care of You . Summary: Sasuke, Naruto and Boruto have just returned from their fight against Momoshiki. Sakura was waiting for them, and she was ready to take care of her boys. . . . Her heart was beating faster with every minute gone by with no sign of them. Lungs demanding for air, adrenaline running through her veins and her hands were sweating in pure anxiety, as the pink haired woman was clearly afraid of the unknown. She was terrified, for her boys were still out there— wherever the hell out there was— and yet, she had to keep it all inside because she was not alone on the top of the Hokage tower. There were people around her. Her subordinates, her friends and her daughter, and they were all depending on her strength.
They were all scared. Probably more so than her. They were praying and holding each other’s hands in order to unite forces, as their hope slowly escaped their hearts.
It reminded her of how it felt to watch it all from behind as her comrades risked their lives fighting Madara. When she was left to heal those who needed, while she could only hear the despair from all those scared souls, and when everyone was looking at her as if expecting she would offer them protection and comfort.
Yes, it felt just like the war, again. With all those eyes and that heavy atmosphere, Sakura could feel the weight of the world falling over her shoulders. And just like that time— and during so many others—, when the ones surrounding her started to lose faith, the Uchiha matriarch took it upon herself to make sure no one gave up. Even if she didn’t have answers, and even if she was as lost as all those around her, she had to be strong. No matter what, she was not letting anyone give up on them.
Summary: She sort of considers herself the last resort, the one to pull him through; it never really occurs to her that she’s the one that could fall. [SasuSakuMonth2017 – Day 4 – Prompt: “Lean On Me”]
Summary: His nightmares had always traumatized him, but this time, he was not alone. /Sasusaku travels.
‘My Immortal’
His skin felt warm. Not the unpleasant kind, but the kind of heat he’d name calm and comforting. The scent of rose petals filling his nostrils as he breathed in the fresh air. The voices of melodious birds chirping and singing along with the rustling of leaves due to the blowing, summer air could be heard by his ears, loud and clear. Somehow, all of this felt familiar- familiar and heart warming. The walls, the curtains, the doors, the windows and the floor mats. Everything. . He looked around to find the answers for his questioning thoughts. Here and there, swiftly and furiously, careful enough to notice every little detail that might pass by, but nothing seemed to help. Not until a voice entered his ears. A voice he had gotten accustomed to; calling his name, the voice he had miss a lot- a lot wasn’t even a word to describe how much he’d wanted to listen to this voice, this very familiar voice that brought tears to his eyes. He turned around to face the origin of that voice, only to find a dark haired woman standing, a peaceful smile plastered on her face. . “Mother..” he whispered, his eyes narrowing, holding back tears as he ran and wrapped his arms around the figure which was not taller than him anymore. His head buried in the crook of his mother’s neck, his arms holding her fragile figure tightly, afraid to lose it again. Afraid to lose her again. . “Now Sasuke, don’t cry.” she rubbed his back, affectionately, motherly. Like enveloping his body by her warmth, saving him from all the hostility of the cruel world. Her voice, her benignity, her smell, everything- everything. He had missed all of this. . “Is that you, Sasuke?”
Notes: I apologise for the delay again, I thought this would be easier to write but I was really mistaken. It turned into a little monster and also, some of the scenes are similar to one I had to go through some time ago in RL (unfortunately, not with the same outcome), so I had to overcome my own feelings because everything else in me refused to write a different story. I’ll review it tomorrow to correct possible mistakes, and if you see someting weird, don’t hesitate to tell me. I hope you like it 🙂
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***The poem is original, I wrote it for this story.
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“She collapsed?!”
Sakura felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body. The books she was carrying almost slipped from her weakened grasp and she had to lean on the nearest wall, breathing deeply, trying to concentrate on the voice of the person at the other end of the line amidst the confusion in her brain.
It’s late… and real life is making my writer’s block worse. Oh well… another second person fanfic because I find it nice to write~ it’s also posted at FF 😀
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You gave your all… but it obviously wasn’t enough.
You failed, once again.
Disappointment… pain… everything hurts.
But nothing hurts more than your own heart right now.
All strength decided to leave your tired, overexerted body.
The seal started to recede, and gravity pulls you down. As your eyes started to
close, you expect the crumbly, hard ground to be your bed.
Only it didn’t. For halfway before your fall, a wall caught
your form.
No.
There was no wall. Only Sasuke.
Your Sasuke-kun.
He secured you to his warm body by placing a firm – yet oh
so gentle – hand on your arm. With the last of your strength, you looked up to
him.
Beautiful, mismatched orbs in all its glory, hypnotizing you…
drowning you… drawing you in.
He looks at you intensely and you notice it is very much
different than all the times your eyes locked with each other. No, there was
something else in this contact. His eyes seem to search your soul… but it
became a window to his own, for there were words never spoken – only felt.
Lean on me.
Here, close to him, eyes unable to look away, you understood
his silence.
“How did you…?”
“This is my power. I can instantly swap places, appearing in
a dimension far from myself. There’s a limit to the distance but…
Thanks to you I made it.”
No words left you as Obito and Sasuke spoke to each other. Then you realize, you simply just can’t. You are unsure if the chakra depletion is making your mind
cloudy and delusional, but you cannot deny a spark of something foreign in his
orbs. Concern, perhaps? For a few precious seconds, it was only you and him in
this time and dimension.
You smiled as you close your eyes. He held you closer and
more than anything, you want time to stop – to make this moment last forever.
Every fiber of your being knows that there is nowhere in this world you’d
rather be than right here.
Warnings: indirect PTSD, portrayal of night terrors.
Fellas, I wanted this to be short and sweet!! Enjoy!!
“Nii-san! Nii-san! Look at this bird!” A small, chubby child is skipping over a strong tree root, carefree and bewildered by the bird of fluffy, brown feathers, tinged with a daring yellow.
“It’s beautiful Sasuke. Did you hurt it?” The elder child has the eyes of an ancient remnant, like the relative of the family that talks to woods, spirits, and rarely to humans. “Of course not Nii-san! I would never hurt it!“The smaller, wood-woven child, hair and eyes akin to the ones of the elder, color of crow’s feathers, eyes coal and flamboyant remnant of ash.
"Sasuke… let’s go back home…” The older boy becomes alert of something younger one can sense. “But Nii-sa-”
“Sasuke.” It’s a calm interruption, nearly terrifying for such a young soul. The younger’s eyes are open wide, his small, fragile hand picking up the bird. He only ever wanted to spend time with his big brother. Large eyes fill with soft, warm tears which mesh and mold on the curve of his eyelid. He will never let them fall.
The scene shifts.
The smaller boy is in a house – not his – colder, checking a stray cupboard. It’s all so disgusting – revolting, forbidden. He is raiding an another house for money, the Third said that everything the Uchiha once possesed, is now his. He wants to cry. There’s a stain – a big bloodstain. He just blinks furiously at it, hoping it will dissapear, hoping it was all a HORRIBLE GENJUTSU BROTHER WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS WHAT WRONG DID THEY DO YOU BROTHER BROTHER NO
The pain just doesn’t stop. It… ebbs… slowly… he’s grateful once again, as he is crying on the floor, for the hatred that accumulates in him, the suffering and loneliness, because he will be the one to avenge them: he will be the one to set them free as the blood moon rises once again and he remembers the harshness of multiple Tsukuyomi… how cruel his eyes seem when decorated with the cursed Mangekyou Sharingan, and how there is something watery on the paper? Pavement? What? When did he grip the money and started running out of the house, stumbling through the Uchiha district.
When did his small hands that once gripped the dying bird, passing it over to his caring mother, reach over to the doorhandle, opening the wretched house, with nobody to come home to, say hello to, give dango, or a change of clothes, or newspapers to?
In the middle of the Hokage office he somehow entered is a boy – the older one, whose whole body looks more fragile than that of a dying bird; and he is bloody, looking like an ugly God, marred with the aftermath of wars.
“Sasuke. You shouldn’t be here.”
“I wanted to come.” Small child is so insecure as the elder brother looms over him, he’s significantly taller than him now.
“Please, leave. You are not supposed to know about this; you know the risk.”
“Nii-san, just please-”
“Tsukuyomi!”
Cold. Ice cold sweat is all Sasuke wakes up to.
That, and a hysterical woman.
She seems like a beauty straight out of his dreams – for a nanosecond, until all his senses come to him and he realizes she is calling his name, wanting him to get a grip on himself.
He really tries to.
Rising, he admiteddly worsens his dizzyness caused by the nightmare, crushing her into his arms.
Pink. Fresh-scented. Lime and sweet corn. Skin slightly salty, pleasantly warm from sleep. Breasts soft, the ones he wants to fall asleep on when the fear passes.
“Sssh, Sasuke-kun, I’m here, you’re alright, it’s fine. Ssh…” They just rock, seemingly pointless, but it calms all the waves of Sasuke’s torn mind, his silent storm being in raw pain that ends up swallowing him, but not before Sakura’s hand touches his face, that one touch gentler than the world has been to him his entire life times trillion, pulling him away from darkness. Her legs locking his thighs in place – eyes confident and clear, as she allows him to grip her harder – to lean and depend on her strength and warmth completely.
“Sasuke-kun…”, she whispers after a small infinity, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” He growls, angry and hurt, like a wild tiger, clawing on edges of sanity. Anger arises and replaces fear and smaller, softer emotions. He turns into a hurricane, shoving himself into the crook of Sakura’s neck, breathing heavily as his haze still hasn’t calmed down.
Being a user of a Sharingan has terrifying downsides; photographic memory one possesses leaves indentations in one’s brain. Sasuke’s memories and horrors he saw are worse than most – yet he lives his life normally.
Tries to, really.
Sakura’s presence, warm existence that proves him that he is alive and well, he is good still, he survived, is such a relief that something akin to unadulterated happiness surges through him. He releases her, wanting to smile up at her, an honest smile, but only a dry expression stays, her sunny expression awaiting on the other side of the stare.
His Sun is there the next morning, too.
She will wear his mark, his clan’s crest, as of tomorrow.
SASUSAKUMONTH: DAY FOUR Lean On Me
“Let me protect you, at least when you sleep.”
With Sarada again! This time a picnic. Haha. As you can see, I tried using pen for everything as I was rushing (got lazy ahhaha). Anyway, as usual, please ignore the errors.
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