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ssm day 19: coffee and tea

SasuSaku Month Day 19

Title: Yuanyang

Prompt: Coffee and Tea

Rating: T

Disclaimer

Day’s Notes: a fluffy canon compliant continuation of this one shot (x) but you don’t have to read it. this fic can stand on it’s own. The Day 16 fic is also meant to be paired with those two fics but can stand alone (x)

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Years of traveling light and using summoning tattoos had left Sasuke a minimalist. When he had first acquired an apartment when he returned to Konoha, his home was empty except for the bare essentials.

That was, until Sakura got involved in the arrangement of his home.

When they were simply spending time together, Sakura would bring something along to add more life to his apartment. Something to make it more “lived in” as she put it.

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A wall clock in the shape of a cat on the wall by the fridge.

Wind chimes that hung on the veranda.

Succulents from Yamanaka Hana, imported from Suna.

Throw pillows and an afghan, handmade by Sakura and her mother, for the well worn couch that found its way from Kakashi’s old apartment.

And slowly, she put her touch on the more intimate parts of his home. Her little things made their way into his bedroom.

A reed diffuser for the calming essential oils she used for aromatherapy.

A wall tapestry with a painting of mountains, a gift from Sai.

Blackout curtains, so that he wouldn’t be disturbed by the bright Konoha sunshine that shone from the inconvenient east facing bedroom window.

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These were all things that weren’t necessary to live but they were things that made his life better. Each little piece made his apartment a home not just shelter.

But Sakura was slowly crossing the line.

Sasuke lifted up the metal tube contraption and and spun the handle at the top. There was a slight disturbance in the flow of the spin.

A grinder.

Sasuke set the grinder back down on the countertop, not quite sure what to make of it.

“Sakura.”

“Hm?” Sakura hummed, walking into the kitchen with dish rags fresh from the wash.

“Why do we have this?”

“For coffee.”

“Sakura. We don’t drink coffee.”

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The One Who Waits

SasuSaku Month 2018

Day 14: Wait for Me

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Author’s Note: I just wrote the jumbled plot bunnies in my mind… and yeah still behind with the prompts… 😖

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“Sakura… arigatou.”

The silence that followed was filled with unspoken feelings. For a little while longer, you allowed yourself to bask in the warmth she radiates. You don’t know if you could ever feel that ever again.

Hitting a pressure point on her neck, she started to lose a grip on reality. And as she started to become unsteady and ultimately fall, you used your own body to catch her from hitting the ground. The tears that flowed from her closed eyes glistened in the moonlight. For a few more moments, it was just you and her and the falling leaves.

You carried her carefully to the stone bench. It’s the least you could do, after she opened her heart for you, and only you. Despite your genius status, you still couldn’t fathom how she just knew you were leaving the village. You never told anyone of your plans, yet she still found you. Instinct? A sense of foreboding?

You will never know now.

Gazing at her sleeping form, you reached out to gold her hand, one that was starting to get colder due to the night’s temperature. Suddenly the thought of the possibility of coming home after seeking revenge came flooding in your mind.

“Would you still care?” you mouthed softly, fully aware that she won’t be able to answer.

Yet something in your heart hoped that somehow she will. Though not a minute longer, you shove the thought away, thinking it will only serve as a distraction for you. He might use Sakura against you, because despite everything else, she remains to be one of your most precious people. In a twisted way, you’re protecting her and she will just have to live not aware of that fact.

Before you could think about it, you pressed your lips against hers like a fleeting touch. You’ll forget about this moment of weakness and she will never know. Stepping back, you turned towards the village gates again, delayed but still determined.

Maybe she’ll wait for you… maybe she won’t… only the years can tell which one will happen.

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The shinobi war unlike any other finally came to an end after the Infinite Tsukuyomi was released. After your treatment and a long arduous trial, you were declared pardoned of your crimes. Being able to perceive everything in a new light, you wanted to see the world and along the way, redeem yourself of all the wrongdoings you’ve done. It was a self-imposed mission that you needed, something no one can stop – not even Sakura.

She and the sixth hokage came with you to the village gates. Kakashi, like the father figure that he is to all of you in Team Seven, left with reminders that he hopes you will take to heart. When Sakura asked you to stay a little while longer, it felt like déjà vu.

This time, you explained it carefully to her, hoping she’ll understand. For a moment, you were tempted to accept her offer of coming with you, but you managed to catch yourself and turned her down. Maybe someday, but not now. She is still needed in Konoha, and you won’t be selfish anymore.

Her mood immediately darkened and the sight felt like a punch to your gut. Hoping to appease her, and wanting to at least leave her with something, a thought passed your mind.

Lifting two fingers, you poked her forehead right on her seal, proclaiming – silently vowing – to see her soon. And as another heartfelt ‘thank you’ left your lips, a blush formed on her cheeks which you responded with a small yet genuine smile of your own. In that moment, you wished she would somehow understand.

And as always, she did.

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You sent a note to Kakashi that you’ll be coming back home for a while. You don’t know what to expect, but a soft voice in your head ignored for so long whispered, expecting that the certain kunoichi mentioned by Naruto in his letters who is spring personified would be there.

As you stepped closer to Konoha, a feeling of dread started to slow you down. You still don’t know you if you even deserve this chance of having a future so different from before; and though you try to deny it, there is a little fear in your heart. Fear that maybe you can never truly belong anymore.

Fear that she already got tired of waiting for you to come and moved on.

But Sakura always had a special ability to see the good in even the worst, and you hold on to that belief. The promise she held in her eyes when you left was your source of hope in your travels, after all. Maybe, despite the time that passed, she will be there to be with you.

The village gates came into view and with it were three figures waiting for you. It caused you to momentarily stop, a surge of feelings you couldn’t name one by one washing over you. Pink hair swayed with the wind as she opened her arms to welcome you back.

You felt like time slowed down that very instant. And then you realized, you weren’t actually waiting for her to accept you. She already did, ever since. You were just simply blinded by hate to notice it. A love that you shoved aside in favour of revenge. She was always there, always a constant pillar of support.

You were actually waiting for yourself to be deserving of her love. Until now, you still think that she deserves someone else, someone not haunted by the claws of the past. But unfailingly, never wavering, she chooses you over and over again. Despite everything you’ve done, she would still constantly pick you among the rest. She gave you another chance and you won’t allow anything or anyone – not even your idiotic self – to waste it now. You knew that you are a changed man, still a work in progress, but hopefully good enough to be able to stand beside her.

This time, you promised to yourself as you hugged her back, neither you nor her would be waiting in uncertainty ever again.