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Happier than Ever (Don't Try to Make Me Feel Bad)

Summary: At first, she’d been happy that Sasuke had finally returned to them, that he’d come to his senses! But it had quickly become apparent to her that no, he hadn’t “come to his senses”- that he was still who he had been when he had left. Still jaded, but in a whole new light, a new sense that had her shrinking away from him when he would look at her. Something had changed, certainly.

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha

Rating: T

Author's Notes:

This is a repost from my ao3, based on an old request I got on my previous writing tumblr with the prompt: "No, fuck you. I was worth it." with Sakura & Sasuke.

I have my own feelings about this ship, but I will not accept any bashing on this work, regardless of if you do ship them or you don't. You got anything negative to say, post it on your own tumblr, not on this post.

The war had taken its toll on everyone, regardless of if you were shinobi or civilian. The loss of life was clear into the hundreds for the Land of Fire alone, let alone the number of shinobi who had abandoned, turned tail and turned rogue and now hid in the woods and traveled across the countries. Despite all of the loss, however, some good had come from it. They were safe, now- for the time being.

For now.

Sasuke had been granted a full pardon across all the Nations, though it was only written word on paper. The feelings of those who knew of him, who knew his crimes and knew what he had done, however, were not so easily swayed. Shikamaru still gave him the cold shoulder and refused to speak with him- Sakura couldn’t blame him, not really.

At first, she’d been happy that Sasuke had finally returned to them, that he’d come to his senses! But it had quickly become apparent to her that no, he hadn’t “come to his senses”- that he was still who he had been when he had left. Still jaded, but in a whole new light, a new sense that had her shrinking away from him when he would look at her. Something had changed, certainly.

But it had her wondering- had she ever truly known Sasuke? Or had she been foolishly in love with the idea of Sasuke Uchiha?

“I’m leaving Konoha,” Sasuke announced, breaking the silence of the bedroom. They hadn’t slept together, not yet- heavy petting had been the most that had occurred. But he never kissed her- not on the lips. It was strange; he always initiated, but any time she had gone in to give him a kiss, he would move his head away and a look would enter his eyes as if he were completely disgusted with her. “I’ve lingered here too long.”

“Going off to play vigilante again?” She asked, a laugh drifting through her words. It was a joke, but the way Sasuke stiffened had her quickly backtracking. “I mean, I could always- I could join you!” She didn’t know why she suggested that.

“No.” The answer is quick, harsh, his voice raised a few levels, almost a yell. “No, you have to stay here.”

“Excuse me?” Sitting up, Sakura stares at Sasuke’s back, at where twin scars settled between his shoulder blades where macabre wings had once sat. Orochimaru had done that, the wicked curse mark that had changed Sasuke, had clouded his mind and made him hungry for power. “I have to what?”

“You have to stay.” He repeats, not looking at her. Instead, he stared at the wall. “You can’t survive out there. You’re not made to travel or to fight to that extent.”

“I beg your fucking pardon,” Sakura mutters as she rolls out of her bed, bare feet padding over to her vanity, her jaw aching from how hard she was clenching it. “I’ve survived longer than you’d expect.”

“You’re a medic. You have to stay here.” His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. She watches him in the reflection of the mirror. “You’re good at fighting, but you don’t need to go out there. I’m fine on my own.”

“You haven’t changed.” She whispers, gaze trained on the top of her vanity desk. “I thought you would have.”

Wordlessly, Sasuke rose to his feet and snatched his shirt up. His movements were harsh, sudden- angry. “You wouldn’t understand,” he sighs out, shaking his head. “You wouldn’t make it.”

“Fuck you.” Sakura spat, turning on her heel as her emotions began to swell; a bitter, jagged feeling stabbing through her heart and settling in her throat, like bile threatening to spill out. “I would make it. I’d survive. I survived for three years without you or Naruto, did you know? I survived fighting Sasori head on and I saved Kankuro’s life. I survived.”

“Fighting Sasori and saving Kankuro’s life is different from surviving in the wild.” Sasuke counters, brow furrowing as he turned to face her. “You’d slow me down. It wouldn’t be worth it, not with how quickly I need to move.”

“Fuck you,” the words come out as a whisper, wavering as tears filled her eyes. She always had been an angry crier. “Fuck you. I was worth it. I am worth it. I always have been!” Her voice rose to a yell, making Sasuke jump in surprise, confusion painting his features.

This wasn’t the soft Sakura he’d known- wasn’t even the Sakura who he’d held during the War.

“Get out of my house.” Jade gaze settles on the wall, not looking at Sasuke- refusing to look at him. “Get out of my house, Sasuke.”

“Sakura-”

“No. You made it clear. Now get out before I throw you out myself.” She turns away, arms coming to settle around her middle as he quietly slips out. He doesn’t close her bedroom door. She stays there until she hears her front door click closed, until she can no longer sense his chakra signature lingering outside of her house.

Only then did she let herself break, let the tears fall- not out of heartbreak. She didn’t feel broken, didn’t feel as if her world had collapsed in on itself again. She was angry- angry for letting herself be caught up in a fantasy of a man who had never really existed, angry for letting herself be talked down to for so long, angry for taking so long to come to her senses.

“I was worth it.” She repeats as she stares at the photograph of Sasuke- with his team. His team- Karin, Suigetsu, Jugo. Jaw clenching, she took hold of it and marched to the kitchen.

Her hand hovered over the trash, the photograph shaking. So long, she’d waited for him. Spent so many years waiting for him to return. Was she really going to do this? Her brow furrowed as she looked up, her gaze settling on a photograph she’d taken with Ino, Hinata, Tenten, and Temari shortly after the War ended.

The photograph of Team Taka fell slowly into the trash.

“I am worth it.”

#fandom: naruto #content: fanfiction #rating: teen #naruto fanfiction #naruto #haruno sakura #uchiha sasuke #if u ain't got nothin nice to say don't say it.

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