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King and the Kids

A short story about the Sanders Sides Feedback is encouraged and welcome. Hope you Enjoy

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A baby cried in the other room. Kingsley looked into the basket. Not seeing anything else.

“Now where’d you come from, small one?” He picked up the child. A piece of paper fell out from the blanket. “What’s this?” He picked it up. “Morality.”

The baby laughed and grabbed Kingsley’s hand.

“We are going to have so much fun.”

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“Patton, you rascal.” Kingsley huffed playfully, while chasing the toddler.

“Peek-a-boo.” Patton laughed while running from the other. “Boo” He ran into the other room.

“You need to hold still. You can’t run around the house, you might fall and get hurt.”

Patton just laughed and ran off again.

Twenty minutes later Patton finally had a sippy cup of juice laying down next to the tired adult.

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“Look what I did King!” Patton shouted running into the kitchen. He handed the older one a piece of paper.

“That’s so pretty.” Kingsley took the paper and put it on the fridge next to several others.

“This one is a dog park with all kinds of dogs and puppies.” Patton beamed proud of himself.

“That’s amazing. Would you like to help finish dinner?” He asked the six year old.

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Kingsley woke up to the eight year old next to his bed. “Nightmare Patton?” He asked the child.

“No,” Patton had a bundle of blankets in his arms. “It’s a baby.”

“A what?” He sat up and carefully grabbed the bundle from his son's arms.

“This was with it.” Patton pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Where did he come from?”

“I’m not entirely sure. You remember the story when I found you?” Kingsley asked. Patton nodded. “It’s the same thing.” He unfolded the paper. “Logic.”

Looking at the sleeping child he smiled. “Go back to sleep, Patton. I’ll help the baby. You can help tomorrow.”

“Okay King.” Patton walked out of the adult’s room.

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“Logan!” Patton whined. “Give me back my glasses.”

“No!”

“Done with schoolwork?” Kingsley asked Patton, walking in to see what the commotion was.

“No. Logan keeps grabbing my glasses and books.” The ten year old grabbed his glasses back, making the other cry.

“Why don’t we give him his own then?” Kingsley went back into his room, only to come out a moment later with a children’s book and a smaller pair of glasses identical to Patton’s.

“We have the same glasses!” Patton exclaimed.

“bwooks!” The two year old reached his hands out.

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“Logan. What are you working on?”

“Puzzles.” The six year old stated.

“Can I join you? That sounds fun!” King sat next to the child.

“Yeah, I’m almost done with it anyway.”

The two sat for the next thirty minutes focused on the task until a shout was heard from the kitchen.

“Cookies are done!” Patton dusted the flour off his shirt. He went to find the others.

“Oh, a puzzle. Can I join?” Patton walked into Logan’s room. “This looks fun.”

“No, Patton wait-” A box with puzzle pieces tipped over. Logan stared at the mess, tears coming to his eyes.

“I’m sorry Logan.” All three of them started picking up the pieces.

“Accidents happen.” Kingsley told them.

“I do want to taste some of your cookies Patton.”

The 14 year old jumped up, careful not to spill anything again. “I made some just for you King. And some just for Logan.”

“Logan, come join us?” The adult asked.

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Logan was eight and Patton sixteen when another child got added to their small family.

Crying could be heard throughout the house.

“Another baby!” Patton ran around trying to figure out where it was coming from. Logan found him first.

“Self-preservation.” Logan carefully held the bundle in his arms. “That’s what the paper said.”

Kingsley sat in the rocking chair after taking him from Logan. Patton was by his side cooing at the small one. They both tried to stop the crying.

“I’m not as young as I used to be.” He turned to Patton. “You children are growing up fast and now we have another baby to take care of.”

“I’ll help you.” Patton whispered. They both watched as the baby’s eyes began to close and his crying slowed.

“I know, you and Logan both will. You both are very different, but everyone has their own talents.”

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“Janus! You come back here!” Patton chased the toddler. Logan and Kingsley watched from the couch.

“No!” The child shouted. The adult laughed.

“What’s funny?” Logan asked him.

“I did this same thing with Patton.” He said fondly. “And now he’s the eighteen year old chasing the two year old around. And you're ten?”

“Yup!” Logan beamed.

King smiled. “When did you get so old?”

Almost an hour later with both Patton, Logan and King chasing the toddler they finally got him to sit down. They made dinner while he drank juice from his sippy cup.

“Will you boys make sure Janus gets in bed tonight? Especially you Patton. I'm going to bed early.”

“Of course.” They responded simultaneously.

“Thank you.”

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“Look what I caught!” Janus ran to Patton. The 22 year old shrieked.

“Snake?! Janus, those don’t belong in the house.” Patton told him.

Janus laughed. “Can I keep it?” He asked.

“You have to ask King.” Patton went back to what he was doing as the six year old ran off.

Logan was with Kingsley.

“Hey King?” Janus whispered as he slowly opened the bedroom door.

“He’s asleep,” The 14 year old whispered back. “What did you need?”

“Hey Janus.” King slowly opened his eyes. “How’s my little snake doing huh?”

“I finally caught one today.” Janus held up his hands for the adult to see.

“I’m proud of you. Set up a vivarium. I’m sure Logan would love to help you.” He smiled at his two youngest.

“Okay King. We’ll let you sleep more.” Logan took the younger’s hand and they left the room.

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“Is he going to get better?” Janus asked Patton. They were sitting on the couch while Logan was in his room.

“King is a champion. Of course he is. He’s just getting older.” Patton responded. “We can go see him if you’d like.”

“I’d rather not.” The 8 year old whispered. “Is that bad?”

“Of course not. This is a scary time for all of us.”

“Is that why Logan’s always in his room?”

“He has his own ways of expressing his concerns.” Patton hugged the younger.

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Four years have passed. Patton, Logan and Janus kept growing more and more worried as King’s condition seemed to worsen. The once close family was falling apart as their parental figure was getting worse with each passing year. And their house was slowly changing without any of them realizing it.

“I’m trying, King. I really am. I’m just not sure what I’m doing wrong.” Patton told him, despite the other being no longer able to respond. “Janus is almost a teenager now and I feel like we’re all drifting apart. Logan stays in his room all the time. I don’t know what to do without you.”

King was in an unconscious state. The 28 year old laid his head on the bed.

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“You lied to me!” Janus stormed off when Patton told him the sad news. Logan walked out of his room hearing the commotion.

“I was trying to protect you.” Patton answered back.

“Protect me from what!” Janus stormed off.

“I thought it was the right thing to do.” Patton mumbled.

“Can you keep the noise down? I’m trying to study.” Logan said, turning and quickly going back into his room.

“We all have our own ways of coping.” Patton mumbled to himself walking into the kitchen. He pulled the ingredients knowing the recipe by heart.

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Several weeks had passed. Patton and Logan were getting along, understanding that none of them could change what had happened. They were slowly spending more time together. Janus was drifting farther apart and everytime Patton tried to help he was met with resentment. Janus was angry and bitter towards Patton. ‘It’s his way of coping’ Patton would remind himself. 'He'll get over it'

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A cry woke Patton. ‘Another baby? It’s been a long time.’ He got up and walked into the room. Logan had a baby in his arms.

“Creativities.” He simply stated. “That’s what the paper said.”

“Oh,” Patton walked towards Logan and the baby. “What does that mean?”

“There were two babies. Janus took the other one. He almost took both.”

“Two babies? Why does Janus have one? What does he want?”

Janus had built his own place far away from Patton and Logan. The oldest realized Janus was better off being by himself and just let him be. They hardly spoke to the other.

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“Roman! Don’t go over there!” Patton stopped the 4 year old from entering into the forest

“Why?” Roman asked.

“It’s dark, you don’t know what could be over there.” Patton told him. Roman turned towards the grassy field giving one last look behind him before skipping away.

“Logan,” Patton turned toward the other. “What am I going to do?”

“About?” Logan briefly looked up from his book.

“Roman’s getting more and more curious. What if he learns about the others?” Patton whispered the last part. “I just don’t want what happened to Janus happening over again. I miss him.”

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“Remus!” Janus yelled across the house. “What do you have!”

“A knife!” The eight year old laughed while running away.

“No!” Janus ran after him. “What did I say about knives?”

Remus pouted, having finally been caught. “Only throwing, no running.”

“Only throwing in the designated throwing room. You’ll totally slice someone’s head off, and I’d rather it not be mine.”

“It’s boooring!” Remus whined. “Everything’s already chopped up and then some.”

“I know you need to expand your creative outlook. How about I create you a room specifically for beating things up, or go into the forest.”

“You’ll let me in the forest! There’s so many small animals.” Remus hopped up and down.

“You need to get rid of some of the energy anyway. Let’s go.”

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Two years later Janus got more concerned as Patton and Logan got more and more control over the imagination, no doubt with the help of Remus’ twin. Janus and Remus stayed back in their corner, Janus still bitter with Patton from all those years ago and Remus having been told the stories.

Roman started exploring more of the forest, much to the dismay and eventual approval of Patton. “As long as you stay around the edge and don’t go in the middle.”

Remus loved exploring the darkest part of the forest with all the creepiness, Janus keeping a watchful eye of both his child and the others. Always avoiding.

“Patton!” Roman rushed to the other. Patton was making cookies and brushed the flour from his hands. “I heard a villain in the forest.” Logan paused his reading from the couch to listen in. “He was laughing like the bad guys do in the movies!”

Logan and Patton shared a quick glance. “Are you sure it wasn’t your imagination kiddo? I know it tends to run a bit wild when you’re playing.” Roman thought for a moment.

“Maybe it was just an animal or something.” Roman said eventually. “Or a monster!” His eyes widened.

“Well, I’ll be the cookie monster if you don’t come eat my cookies.” Patton put the cookies on the table along with a cup of milk.

Later that night Patton woke up to what he thought was crying. After a minute of not hearing anything he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Janus smiled and looked at the small baby in his arms. ‘Anxiety’ the note read. Janus walked back to his place of living and sat down. “Goes good with self preservation don’t you think Remus?”

“A baby?” Remus sleepily stood next to Janus.

“We’ll raise him like I raised you.”

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vermilionlavendereyes · 2 years

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look at me, love

Pairing: SasuSaku Word count: 3,196 Rated: K

Kakashi thinks he sees something akin to protectiveness in Sasuke’s usual glare during their run-in with the Kiri-nin. As soon as Sakura steps in front of Tazuna, kunai raised, Sasuke’s gaze is trained on her. When the two chuunins inevitably attack the bridge builder, and in the process head directly toward Sakura, Sasuke is in front of her within a heartbeat.

Kakashi smirks under his mask before capturing the two enemies before any of his team could get hurt. Sakura is blushing once she realizes that Sasuke-kun just protected her and Sasuke is back to acting as disinterested as ever. Then, Kakashi notices the wide gash on Naruto’s hand and sighs tiredly.

He sees it again, more in his movements then his eyes now. He instinctively moves in a way that he’s close enough to the girl if she needs to be protected. Kakashi wonders if it is because he sees her as his inferior, a weak being that needs protection, or because he is starting to care about his comrades more and more with each mission. He doesn’t have long to ponder, as Zabuza launches a new attack on him and he has to lure him away from the old man and the children.

. . .

When they enter the academy there is some sort of commotion – a fight! – happening. Naruto is about to urge his teammates to get closer to the action when he notices it. Sasuke is looking at Sakura with scrutiny. Naruto is used to seeing Sakura glance every so often at the raven-haired boy, only to be promptly ignored by him. He, however, has never noticed Sasuke looking at her. Sasuke averts his gaze without saying anything and Naruto decides to stay quiet as well – for now.

They approach what appears to be a smaller fight. Two guys don’t want to let them through, saying that being a chuunin with all its responsibilities is not something they can handle. They say they are just trying to spare the weaklings, to weed out the losers. Naruto is about the give them a piece of his mind, when Sasuke speaks up first.

“That’s nice and all…” he starts in a low tone, “but you still better let me through. And drop the genjutsu while you’re at it.” Naruto looks at his teammate with furrowed eyebrows and he listens as the small crowd around them starts murmuring. Many wonder what he is talking about, Naruto himself included.

One of the guys standing in front of the door smirked. “So you figured it out, huh?”

“It wasn’t hard to, right, Sakura?” Naruto’s eyes narrow into concentrated, suspicious slits. “With your analytical skills and knack for understanding and sensing genjutsu.” Sasuke smirks ever so slightly and Naruto’s lips purse as he wonders when Sasuke started handing out kind words, it surely was not like the teme to do so. Maybe this is part of the genjutsu, he thinks when Sakura speaks up.

“That’s right!” A pale blush is gracing her cheeks and her smile is bright as she glances at Sasuke. A determined look takes over though, as she looks back at the gatekeepers. “We’re quite obviously still on the second floor.”

“Well,” one of the guys says, “figuring it out isn’t enough to get through.” The other one dispels the genjutsu just as Sasuke gets ready to attack.

Naruto pays more attention to the looks Sasuke gives their female teammate from then on.

. . .

They are in the Forest of Death when Ino first sees it. The icy glare of the Uchiha wavering for a miniscule moment. She is too terrified of the marks racing over, covering his skin to pay it too much mind, though. He glares at the altercation in front of him, eyes aflame even without the sharingan activated.

He looks at the Oto shinobi and Ino is really glad she is not one of them. His eyes dart over to Sakura’s form, bruised and battered, hair chopped messily and Ino thinks that for a second, as his eyes focus on the details of her beaten up, shaken form, that the edges of his eyes soften. But just as soon as she sees it, it’s gone and he asks in a threateningly low voice, “Sakura, who did this to you?”

Ino is too terrified of what transpires next and she has to tightly shut her eyes when Sasuke breaks both arms of one of the Oto-nin. She shudders at the sound of bones cracking and almost forgets about the look she thought she’d seen in his eyes. But it’s there again, when Sakura finally gathers herself and runs to Sasuke, hugging him tightly from behind. Ino can see the rage slowly dissipate from his body, even the markings on his skin are starting to disappear as Sakura begs him to stop.

“Please, Sasuke-kun,” she cries. Ino sees Sasuke close his eyes, and when he opens them and looks over his shoulder at his teammate, she sees the tenderness there again. Ino’s crush on the boy ends that day, for more than one reason.

. . .

Naruto doesn’t know what exactly happened while he was unconscious in the Forest of Death, but he knows his teammates are keeping something from him. He sees it in Sasuke’s pointed glares toward Sakura when it looks like she’s about to say something. His gaze is always sharp, but never threatening toward the girl.

When Naruto sees Sasuke grab Sakura’s wrist and hold it firmly as he harshly whispers something, he thinks that maybe he imagined that look before the chuunin exams started. But then he realizes he’s still holding onto her arm long after Sakura stopped struggling against his grasp. He doesn’t see the Uchiha’s eyes but somehow, Naruto knows that the look was real and it’s there again.

. . .

Sakura doesn’t get to participate in the final round of the Chuunin Exams but she is beyond proud of her boys. She hasn’t seen much of them after the preliminaries, both of them busy training for the real thing. She sits down in her seat next to Ino, exited to see how her comrades will do against the other villages’ shinobi in the final rounds.

Sasuke’s fight is coming up with the scary Suna-nin with the gourd and forehead tattoo and Sakura can’t help but swallow nervously. She heard that he went through the Forest of Death without a scratch – and in record time! She knows Sasuke is strong, smart and talented, but she still feels nervous beads of sweat forming in her palms and on the back of her neck.

The fight quickly escalates and Sakura has the feeling that there is something larger at work here and her suspicions prove to be true when all of a sudden Sasuke’s match leaves the arena. She can feel her skin tingling and dispels the genjutsu, looking around, completely alert.

Soon she finds herself rushing after Sasuke and Gaara with Pakkun, Naruto and Shikamaru.

. . .

They can see trees swaying, some falling, and huge clouds of dust as they near the fight. As they approach, they can hear the sound of a thousand birds chirping, loud thuds and cracking of branches. Naruto glances at Sakura and he can see the anxiety clearly reflected in her clean, green orbs.

They can hear the clashing and when they arrive, Sasuke is lying on a branch, a weird sand creature is on another, getting ready to attack. Naruto is quick to jump into action, kicking the sand guy far away from Sasuke, while Sakura lands next to Sasuke’s trembling body. Naruto notes the weird marks covering Sasuke’s left side but doesn’t have time to dwell on it. Sakura is there to take care of him, Naruto has to stop the creature first and protect his friends, his village.

“Um, Sakura-chan?” he asks as the sand monster slowly gathers himself. “Who is that?”

“He may appear different but,” Pakkun grumbles, “that’s still the guy Sasuke was fighting in the arena.”

“What?!” Naruto’s jaw drops. He looks back just in time to see Gaara rushing toward them.

It is the fight of Naruto’s life. He’s never had to fight like this to protect the people precious to him, his teammates. Sakura gets captured in a sand trap early in the fight and Sasuke exhausted most of his chakra already in the arena fight and then chasing after Gaara.

“You have to,” Sasuke heaves, “protect her, Naruto.” There it was, that look in his eyes as they focused on Sakura’s unconscious form, just for a second. By the time he looks back at Naruto, it’s gone. “Promise me you’ll protect her.”

Naruto gulps and nods. “I’ll protect both of you,” he vows. I’ll protect everyone.

. . .

Sasuke leaves the village and Naruto fails to bring him back. There are no traces of the softness in his eyes when Naruto fights him at the Valley of the End.

When he wakes in the hospital and Sakura is there by his side, his heart clenches. She doesn’t notice him come to right away, so he has a few moments to observe her. Her eyes are glassy and the green isn’t as lively as it used to be not long ago. They are puffy and red all around and her skin is pale, almost ashen.

She notices that he’s awake and plasters a smile on her face, that almost reaches her eyes. But Naruto has seen her smile a thousand times now and he knows that she’s hurting. He knows it because her dimples aren’t showing and her eyes aren’t creasing ever so slightly in the corners and her bottom teeth are not showing like they do when she can’t contain her happiness. He knows it because he’s hurting too.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t bring him back,” he rasps. “But next time, I will.”

Sakura’s eyes glaze over and she looks out the window. A new kind of haze settles over her gaze as it focuses on something. Naruto follows her line of sight out the window and sees the village gates.

. . .

Naruto’s back in the village and Sakura almost crushes him when she hugs him upon his arrival.

“Naruto!” she beams at him brightly, dimples and bottom teeth showing, eyes creasing. Naruto thinks that she’s most beautiful like this.

“Wow, Sakura-chan! Careful!” he warns. “You’re going to snap me in two,” he says, rubbing his side.

. . .

Team Kakashi is on their way to one of Orochimaru’s hideouts. Sakura’s eyes are determined, hard around the edges and Naruto realizes just how much she’s changed, how much she’s grown. She looks straight ahead, eyes never wavering, the only giveaway that she’s nervous are her cracked lips from all the biting. Her dimples are none existent and the only time her eyes crease is when she squints to see what’s ahead.

Naruto thinks he always loves Sakura but he’ll always prefer the happy gleam in her eyes to the firm haze that’s in them right now.

. . .

They find Sasuke. He is gazing down at them from above the ruins of the underground hideout. He looks at Sakura only for a moment but Naruto sees it all the same. The brief change in his eyes. The dilation of his pupils for a split second, how the blacks of his irises almost seem dark charcoal. But it’s gone as soon as it came and his eyes harden, darken as they settle over Naruto and their new teammate, Sai.

. . .

Karin may be blindly in love but she is not blind. She also pays closer attention to Sasuke than most things. She knows the way he carries himself, proudly – almost smugly, really. She knows that his eyes are unreadable most of the time, and even if you can detect any emotion in them, it is anger, fury, rage. She knows the way he walks, the way he inhales and exhales, the way his fingers twitch before he reaches for his katana and the way they twitch before he readies his fist to throw a punch. She knows the way he lands on his feet and the way he raises – gracefully, magnificently. She knows the way he laughs menacingly as he spirals into insanity upon losing his brother, and she knows the way the last embers of fire die out in his gaze after he loses everything.

Karin, however, does not know the look that’s in his eyes right now. His old teammate, a loud girl with annoyingly pink hair and unbelievably green eyes stands in front of them. Karin sees Sasuke’s eyes change. She’s used to seeing it flash from their usual onyx to a searing vermilion but she’s never seen them go from… a blank, bottomless black to a deep charcoal. She’s never seen Sasuke’s pupil dilate, in fact, his eyes have never seemed light enough to tell where his pupils ended and his irises began.

He regains control of his emotions, if there’s any left in him other than rage and grief, and a deep, deep desire for revenge and the look is gone. Karin isn’t sure if she really saw it or just imagined it because of chakra depletion and blood loss. When Sasuke tells the pinkette that she can replace Karin if she kills her, Karin is sure that she must have imagined it, that it was just her brain playing sick games with her in her last moments.

She passes out and when she wakes, she is imprisoned in Konoha. She wonders if the girl went with Sasuke or if maybe he killed her. She’s sure she didn’t kill Sasuke, not with the tremble in her otherwise determined voice, not with the clear love written across her bright eyes, not with the heartbreak evident in her broken smile.

Karin wonders… if perhaps the look in Sasuke’s eye was real… if maybe it will be this girl that finally reaches him, that manages to pull him out of the bottomless pit of despair and grief he fell into, if maybe she’ll be able to stop him before he destroys himself and everything around him.

. . .

Everyone with eyes can see it. Sakura crushes half the White Zetsu army to dust and the earth opens up underneath her fist, swallowing the other half of the amry. Uchiha Sasuke smirks. He tries to hide it with an arm, but he’s a second too late. Kakashi sees it and thinks that there may be hope still for his former student. For the boy who lost too much at too young an age. Naruto sees it too and all he can think about is that he might just get his best friend back.

He looks at Sakura, and she doesn’t seem to have noticed the smug pride that graced the Uchiha’s lips, but Naruto beams in her direction as she kicks an enemy so hard, they split in half. She doesn’t know it yet, but maybe she will have what she’s always dreamed about, they might save Sasuke yet. They might bring him home.

Naruto looks back at Sasuke and he’s still watching as Sakura demolishes any and all enemy forces coming their way. He thinks he sees that same look on Sasuke’s face that he saw all those years ago at the beginning of the Chuunin Exams. Team 7 is back in action! Finally!

. . .

Kakashi sees it clear as day now. The boy might have lost an arm in the process, but along with it disappeared all the rage and fury and grief bottled up in that tattered heart of his. It is clearer now than it ever has been before. As he looks up at the girl who is trying tirelessly to save his life.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, “for everything up until now.”

He is fighting to stay conscious, just so he may look at her longer. Her cheeks may be strained with the dirt of the battle field, streaked with old tears as new ones form in her eyes. Her clothes may be ripped and her hair may be a mess but… Oh, yes, Kakashi can see it clearly in Sasuke’s eyes.

. . .

He doesn’t say it but Sakura knows. When she wakes up, she always finds charcoal eyes tracing the lines of her face. Every once in a while, there’s a hint of fiery red in them. When she comes home from a mission those same eyes wait for her at the gates and she swears they shine brighter than the morning sun as two calloused fingers touch her forehead. They are the same eyes that snap open when Sasuke’s had a nightmare and look for her own irises for comfort, always softening and glazing over when their owner realizes that she is there.

She knows it from the amused crinkle at the corners of his eyes when she’s made a fool of herself. She knows it from the worried mist when he scrutinizes her after she’s been injured. She knows it from the way the right one glows red in the dark when they are making love.

. . .

“Papa?” Sasuke hears his daughter speak. His gaze has been focused on Sakura for a while now. She’s been going from stall to stall, chatting with the vendors, laughing and buying this and that. Sasuke stands with Sarada to the side, holding an already full basket in his hand, while Sarada clutches his empty sleeve on his other side.

“Yes?” he asks, eyes still trailing after his wife.

“Why do you always look at Mama like that?”

Sasuke furrows his brows and finally, slowly averts his gaze from Sakura to look down at his daughter. “Like what?”

“Not like this. But like you were a second ago,” Sarada responds. “Like,” she struggles to find the right words.

“Like?” Sasuke prompts.

“Like her patients’ families look at her when they saved their lives and like when Boruto looks at Naruto-oji-chan when he sees him use the Kyuubi’s powers flawlessly and like Baba looks at Jiji when he cleans up the whole house when she has to stay late at work and like Ino-oba-chan looks at Sai-oji-chan right before they slam the door behind Inojin and like Mikoto-obaa-chan looks at Fugaku-ojii-san in that photo in our living room? But like all of these looks combinated all together?”

Sasuke has never been a man of many words but he finds it especially hard to come up with the right words now. So he opts to correct his daughter’s grammar instead. “Combined. Combinated in not a word.”

“Papa,” Sarada sighs, exasperated, in a way only a five-year-old can be. “Why do you look at Mama like you never want to look away?”

Sasuke’s eyes focus on his wife again as he sees her heading towards them. He knows what Sarada was talking about, of course. Even he can feel the hard edges and wrinkles around his eyes smoothing out as his gaze fixes on Sakura’s blinding smile, all teeth and dimples and crinkles eyes.

“Because she is precious to me,” he finally says.

Sarada may not have awakened her sharingan yet but even she can see that no man looks at a woman quite the way her Papa looks at her Mama.

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keithisbae1 · 3 months

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Modern Sasuke X Shippuden Sakura - Part 4

It wasn’t fair.

Those were the three words plaguing her mind now, how could this be fair?

They had spent years trying to find a way to bring her back to her own world, but Sakura had long given up after two years. No doubt she would either be considered missing or worst case scenario dead. Unless the other Sakura had taken her place, in which case wouldn’t she have gotten used to living there by now?

A big assumption on their part but it made sense right?

Still, the dream of going back home. Of seeing her Naruto, her friends, her Sasuke… they were long gone. She learned to adapt and play the role of the other Sakura… even if Sasuke was still teaching her how to live.

Sasuke.

That was another thing as well, she didn’t have to feel alone.

He knew of her, that she wasn’t her and in a way he had to grieve himself knowing the one he loved (even if Sasuke would strongly deny it) was never coming back.

Knowing she could be herself around him and didn’t have to pretend gave her a sense of relief. Like how she accidentally ended up destroying a forest to prove to him how strong she was.

Her chakra may be non-existent but it seemed her strength was still the same and far different from modern Sakura. To say Sasuke didn’t expect it was well… putting it lightly but the news that covered it referred to it as a ‘mini earthquake.’

They both laughed at their attempt to cover it and Sakura found herself blushing because she had never seen Sasuke so carefree and relaxed before. A rational part of her was telling her not to get too attached, this wasn’t her home. How was she supposed to find a happy ending here?

Yet after so many years Sakura finally gave in and adapted to this life and now arguing in front of her were the two Sasukes. She didn’t know what was happening given she was further away at the time but caught sight of her other self and Sasuke?

Then she heard shouting and screaming, the young woman was in between and tried to stop them.

Sakura immediately let go of her carrier bags running up to approach them. And that was when she caught the words modern Sasuke had uttered.

“You’re in love with her aren’t you?” He was up in his face, almost looking like he wanted to punch him with the way one of his hands had gripped his shirt.

“Don’t tell me you think you can actually make it work.” It was a cruel and mocking tone and it hurt because was he… was he jealous? The other uh her own Sasuke didn’t even say anything, there was nothing in his eyes she could decipher.

“It is true?” The three of them seemed to snap out of it hearing her voice clearly not noticing her presence and that only irked Sakura more.

Admittedly, she didn’t know which Sasuke she aimed that question at, but did it matter?

They were both in love with the other Sakura.

There was something wrong with her, there had to be.

“Sakura-” This time it was ‘her’ Sasuke who spoke first. How long had it been since they met? So Naruto managed to get Sasuke by himself? How? Why?

Okay, perhaps he wasn’t alone…

“Well?”

“We were looking for you-”

“I call bull! We haven’t seen each other in years and the last time we met you tried to kill me. You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth!” The other Sakura nodded to confirm.

“It is, I wanted to back. I couldn’t stand being in the other world. There just… wasn't a lot of time with Sasuke and well um…” She wasn’t really sure how to explain it. In the other world, she (as well as some of their friends) was put on a special mission for her. To bring their Sakura back.

Meanwhile, everyone else focused on Sasuke. Then the attack o the village happened with Pain, Sasuke being considered a criminal and then the war-

To put it simply too much was happening at once.

She didn't have any time to find out how to get back, even when she desperately wanted to.

Sakura didn’t want to hear it however, this only confirmed her thoughts. Her fears, everything… clearly they weren’t meant to be.

Although she will give credit where credit is due, it was weird that the 'other woman' was herself?

So many mixed emotions were welling up inside.

Why was this happening now?

What did she do to deserve this?

Did that mean Sasuke did like her? Even partly or is she hoping for too much?

It didn't matter, right?

Because they were both someone else.

She turned to leave only to be halted by the modern Sasuke who grabbed hold of her arm. He looked like was trying to say something, anything.

More like to come up with an excuse for what he said earlier.

“Let go, I want to be alone.” Her voice was defeated and tired. Her heart was broken, twice. Can’t they give her some space?

She got out of his hold making a dash for it, even with the other Sasuke calling her name.

“Sakura-” But he was also stopped by his other self before being able to reach for her.

“She said she wants to be alone!”

“You don’t know what we’ve been through.”

“Oh? You mean like how you left her on the bench? How considerate of you.” The two men glared at each other, both annoyed at how the other wanted to get in their way.

“Boys! STOP!” Modern Sakura looked at the two frustrated.

“Your both infuriating, you know that.”

#sasusaku #sasuke uchiha x sakura haruno #sasusaku drabble #my fanfiction #modern sasuke X shippuden sakura AU #sasusaku fanfic #ssfanfic #sasusakufanfiction

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laniuchiha7 · 5 months

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Dusk Till Dawn Chapter 6:

Why Don't We Go -

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artfullypoetic · 2 years

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Love is Home

Title: Love is Home

Summary: On a peaceful night of their travels, Sasuke and Sakura reflect on their past and the meaning of home. Written for SasuSaku Month 2022. Day 15 prompt: Confession.

**Disclaimer: **I do not own nor did I create Naruto. This was created solely for entertainment purposes.

Rating: K

FF.net Link | AO3 Link - Comments/reviews are appreciated!

Sakura clutched the fabric of her sleeping bag tighter as her eyes practically bore holes into Sasuke’s sleeping back. He was lying several feet away from her, curled up and seemingly at peace. There was a tranquil energy that surrounded him as soon as they left the Konoha gates together a month ago. And suddenly the thought made her heart clench in guilt.

Before she joined him on his journey, it was difficult for her to see why Konoha never felt like home to him. But she understood it now: the reason why he had to leave. Watching Sasuke the past several days was like watching a man discover the world for the first time. The way he navigated the thick forests and stopped briefly to admire the sparkling streams; everything was a wonder to him. He moved with an ease she had never seen before.

He was comfortable here, she realized, comfortable in a way that the village could never bring to him. And it made sense. Ever since she learned the truth, her home seemed more and more distant. Each time she admired the sights of Konoha, a pang in her chest always reminded her that the place she loved was built in blood and the peace she basked in was secured through sacrifice.

A wave of guilt overcame her again as she watched Sasuke’s breathing figure. She was ashamed that she tried to convince him to stay, embarrassed by her naivety. And the feelings were almost too much to take.

“Sasuke?” She called softly, before she could stop herself.

When he simply hummed in reply, she continued, “You don’t have to go back to Konoha.”

His shoulders tensed and silence continued to surround them. But she could tell by the shift in his posture that he was mulling over her words.

“What I mean is, you don’t have to come back if you don’t want to,” she explained, afraid that he may have misunderstood her.

He turned suddenly to face her and her breath caught at the sight of him, lit softly in the moonlight. His mismatched eyes were pensive, perhaps also a little confused, as they met hers.

“What makes you say that?”

“I see how calm you are out here and I know the village can never give that to you.”

“You’re right.”

Even though it was her own words, his agreement caused an uncomfortable feeling to surface in the pit of her stomach. He looked at her as if he was expecting her to continue but when silence met him, he shifted again to his back and turned his face to the sky. He looked even more beautiful like this, Sakura thought.

Side-by-side, they stayed that way, looking at the stars. Sakura suddenly felt so small. How could she possibly be selfish enough to ask him to stay with her when she was nothing compared to the expanse of the world? She watched the side of his face again. Her home was Konoha but it was not his. And she was old enough now to understand that it was the consequences of loving a complicated man. She loved him so she had to let him go.

“I’m sorry,” she finally muttered.

He turned to face her quickly but he didn’t speak, only looking at her with a puzzled knit of his brows.

“I should have never asked you to stay, Sasuke. It was selfish of me.”

His expression softened, “it’s okay, Sakura.”

“And that stupid confession I gave you at the gates when we were genin, I couldn’t have possibly understood—”

“It wasn’t stupid,” Sasuke suddenly interrupted.

“What?”

“It wasn’t a stupid confession. I think I needed to hear it. I didn’t know it back then but I do now.” His tone was solemn, serious.

“Even so, I’m sorry. I want you to know that you don’t have to stay in the village or with me. I know it’s not home to you.” Sakura had to cut herself off, afraid that she was going to babble, that the sadness she felt would bubble to the surface and render her words meaningless.

She studied his expression carefully as his eyes unfocused in thought. It was clear in his features that he was mulling over her words by the way he gently chewed on the inside of his bottom lip.

After what felt like hours of silence, he finally spoke. “You’re right, it’s not home.”

“I—”

“But,” he interrupted before she got the chance to speak. “There are people there that are home to me. People like you.”

Sakura’s mouth fell open in surprise at his last sentence. There was something about the look in his eyes that knocked the oxygen from her lungs. It was sincere and emotional. It was enough to render her absolutely speechless.

When she finally collected herself, she returned his gaze with the same intensity. “You’re home to me too, Sasuke.”

She watched as the corners of his mouth quirked slightly upwards. Sasuke and Sakura remained that way for some time, looking only into each other’s eyes. It was moments like these where she wanted to touch him, to pull his body into hers and never let go. But she didn’t for fear that any more displays of affection would send him running. So when he turned to face the sky again, she did the same, resigning to the fact that she could convey her feelings simply through glance.

But suddenly, his hand found hers. She whipped her head to look at him only to find his gaze still on the stars but the smile on his face widening. Their fingers intertwined, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm and to her racing heart. Not trusting herself to speak, she only squeezed his hand in return.

Hand in hand, they watched the clouds move across the dark sky in silence. It wasn’t until Sakura was drifting to sleep when she heard him, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you, Sakura.”

#sasusaku #ssmonth2022 #sasusaku fanfiction #ssfanfic #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #blank period #sasukexsakura #naruto fanfiction #snippet #fanfic #uchiha #fluff #my writing

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blahandblahs · 2 years

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So I will be honest and say some stories in Beginnings have been abandoned. Some of them simply because I could not make the ideas for them work. But don't worry the clear favorite (flipped aka love) is not one of the abandoned ones.

Any questions I will gladly answer

#tis I tentative writer #ssfanfic #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku #idk what else to tag #since I restarted my tumblr #I'm trying to find my readers #all 3 of them 😁

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ao3feed-sasusaku · 2 years

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by lightcee

SasuSaku development (see: intimacy) during Blank Period, in Sasuke's POV

OR: the reason for Sakura's change of fashion style during blank period

Words: 3890, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke

Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke

Additional Tags: Sweet, Sweet/Hot, Smut, Fluff, Canon Compliant, First Time, Blank Period

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sun--flowerseed · 3 years

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jasmin, tea leaves, and honey

chap. 1

Sasuke recognizes her immediately when he enters the room, and it isn’t because of her pink hair.

It’s because of her scent.

He doesn’t know her name, but he’s seen her around the village. He’s heard other Alphas talk about her: the pink haired Omega, the civilian nurse at the hospital, the medicinal herbs specialist that makes expensive and effective salves for shinobi.

She sat with him once, at the hospital, and applied a lotion directly to his bicep, but it happened even before she touched him.

It happened the second she entered his hospital room, the second he inhaled and smelled her sweet scent, a mix of his favorite tea leaves that he’s tried to brew since and haven’t smelled as pure and lovely, sweet jasmine, and the smell of honeysuckle, a flower he’d like to place between his lips and inhale like her sweet scent.

Sasuke feels woozy when he inhales, and desperate when he exhales. He remembers this feeling from when she touched him, but her delicious scent is disorienting enough.

What is she doing here in the Hokage’s office?

“Watch your tone, Uchiha,” Tsunade warns.

Oh, he must have said that out loud. He has the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry, Hokage-sama. I meant, is this about a mission?”

Tsunade’s eyes narrow, but she licks her lips and moves forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see a pretty flush on Sakura’s cheeks. Has he embarrassed her? Or worse, hurt her feelings by his comment? He hadn’t meant to be rude, but the way her scent invaded his senses left him incapable of proper speech.

“Yes, this is about a mission.” Tsunade shifts in her seat behind her desk, a frown on her face. For someone who acts like an Alpha, you can tell easily from her scent, or lack thereof, that she’s a beta. A strong, powerful beta that could easily send him flying through the wall behind him if she decided to. “It’s an escort mission to the Land of Lightning—you’re familiar with the route, aren’t you?”

Sasuke nods his head.

“Our medicinal herbs specialist needs to cultivate a specific plant that grows near the far North,” Tsunade explains. “Unfortunately, she can’t go alone. It will be at least a seven day trip on foot if you walk, and take the safest route… And even then, you’ll still be sleeping in the woods most nights.”

“So I’m to escort… her,” he says, gesturing toward the girl, whose name he doesn’t even know yet, but whose scent he’s figmented in dreams, “to the Land of Lightning.”

“Sakura Haruno,” Tsunade supplies.

Her name fits her hair, he thinks, a sheet of vibrant pink that cascades down her back that matches the color of cherry blossoms, all the way to her narrow waist. She takes care of her hair—she can afford to; she is not a ninja, she is a civilian doctor who happens to understand the intricacies of herbal medicine, and healing. It’s beautiful, more beautiful than any woman’s hair he’s ever seen, but he wants to push it behind her ears so he can see her gland on the side of her neck.

Sasuke almost shakes his head before looking back at the Hokage. “When do we leave?”

“Go home, get some rest,” Tsunade offers. “You can both leave first thing in the morning. There’s no rush to get there, the plants have nowhere to go, and there’s no rush to get back… Remember that Sakura isn’t a ninja like you, Sasuke,” she reminds him. “She needs to rest. I’ll give you three weeks to complete the mission, give or take.”

“Understood.”

“And, one more thing…” Tsunade’s lips curl into a sly smirk. “Walk Sakura home. It’s getting late.”

Sasuke nods, decidedly ignoring her smirk as he tries to keep his eyes from narrowing. “Yes, Hokage-sama.”

Sasuke opens the door, and waits a moment for Sakura. When she doesn’t take the hint that he’s holding the door for her, he clears his throat and then says, “Haruno-san, are you coming?”

She seems to shake herself out of something, turning a pretty pink color that matches her hair, and he wonders how far that flush goes down past the modest collar of her dress, lovely civilian clothes that define her waist and a long skirt that flares out at the hips. It’s a pretty green that matches her eyes, sparkling emeralds that make contact with his shyly. “Sorry, Uchiha-san—”

“Sasuke is fine,” he supplies quickly. He’d rather move past formalities now, and he’d like to hear her say his name, too.

She smiles demurely. “Okay, Sasuke. You can call me Sakura, then.”

Sakura moves past him through the doorway, and Sasuke is close enough that her scent nearly floors him. He inhales deeply. She smells delectable, too good, how is he ever going to survive this mission?

“Thank you,” she says, turning around to meet his gaze, but when she sees him: pupils dilated, nostrils flared, eyes staring down at her, scent spiking and agitated, her mouth falls open and her eyes widen. She stammers, “is—is everything alright, Sasuke?”

He shakes his head, and tries to hold his breath, closing the door behind him as Sakura backs away. When her back hits the wall, he doesn’t take another step forward, leaving enough space between them so that Sakura can breathe. Sasuke takes a deep breath, and there’s enough space between them that he gets a little oxygen and everything is a little less fuzzy. He relaxes, if only a little, and he’s able to start breathing regularly. “Everything is fine. Where do you live, Sakura?”

When Sakura smells him relax, she relaxes, too. “I… I live a few blocks away from the hospital, in the apartments past the market, but you don’t have to walk me home, Sasuke. I’ll be fine. The Uchiha District is on the other side of town—”

“It’s fine.” He starts walking down the hall, out of the Hokage tower. She follows him. “I insist.”

“Well, thank you, Sasuke-kun.” She smiles, and what a pretty smile she has, lips plush and soft-looking. They’re painted pink today, but last time he saw her they were red, and he decides that he likes both. “I appreciate it.”

They walk in a comfortable silence down the city streets. It’s late now, and Konoha becomes quiet when the sun goes down. It’s summer, and the civilian kids are off from school, usually dancing through the streets with their friends, but they’re home now. It seems like it’s just the two of them on the street. The hospital looks dead as they pass it, and Sakura stops. “Do you mind if I grab something from my office, Sasuke-kun?”

He shakes his head. “Not at all. Lead the way.”

She smiles at him, again, and it makes his heart flutter, a little. Just enough that he’s sure his scent might have spiked slightly, embarrassingly. He follows her into the hospital, to the elevator where Sakura idles, but then says, “maybe we should take the stairs.”

Relieved, Sasuke agrees. He couldn’t imagine standing in an elevator with her, her scent overtaking his scenes and leaving him breathless and nearly confused. He’s afraid he might say something he regrets, not that he’d ever touch her, but he’s sure something stupid might come out of his mouth if he’s left alone in an enclosed area with her. He nearly fell to his knees when she passed under his nose while she walked by him; standing in an elevator couldn’t be good for his health.

They walk up two flights, and he follows her down the hallway to her office. She stops in front of a large wood door with her name on it, reaches into the pocket of her skirt and pulls out a set of keys, unlocking the door. “I’ll just be a moment. You can come in, have a seat…” she trails off, stepping into her office and immediately scurrying over to the bookshelf and trailing her fingers over the spines of textbooks.

Sasuke takes a step into her office, and is immediately overwhelmed. Everything, absolutely everything, in the entire office smells like her.

It smells like she lives here.

Sasuke takes a step out of the office, holding his breath. “I’ll be right outside, Sakura.”

“Sure,” she says, unfazed, and continues scavenging through her books. Sasuke takes a few more steps away from the office, back into the sterile hallways of the hospital, nostrils filling with the nearly stinging and acrid smell of antiseptic. It’s better, less dizzying and more orienting.

When she’s done, she locks the door behind her. She’s carrying three textbooks, and heavy ones by the looks of it. They look bigger than her. Sasuke immediately grabs them from her, his hand grazing hers, his finger touching the gland on her wrist mistakenly. They both gasp, and the books clatter to the ground.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” Sasuke says, and immediately bends to the floor and begins picking up her books. He did not mean to touch her gland, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel glorious, that soft, sweet patch of skin on her wrist that would smell like her scent bottled, almost as delicious as the one on her neck. He could scent her here, make her smell like him until everybody thinks she’s his.

He doesn’t do that. He picks up her books, and begins stalking off maybe a little too fast toward the stairwell. She trails after him, trying to catch up, before she says, “Sasuke-kun, wait!”

He slows down until he’s walking at her pace again. “Uh, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says. “You must be in such a rush to get home. Were you just coming back from a mission?”

“No,” he says. “Just training with my team.”

“You’re on the same team as Naruto-san, right?” Sakura asks.

“Yes.” Sasuke nods his head. “Do you know him?”

“I’ve treated Naruto-san… many, many times,” she says between laughs. Sasuke smirks, knowing exactly what she’s talking about: Naruto is a klutz, and often ends up in the hospital in need of healing because of it. “He is very kind.”

Sasuke snorts. “He’s something.”

When they make it to Sakura’s apartment, Sakura stops and turns to Sasuke with a smile. “This is it.”

“Can I drop off your text books for you?” he asks quietly, and then shakes his head. “Only if you’re comfortable, obviously, and—”

“Sure, Sasuke-kun,” she says and her smile only widens. “Thank you.”

Sasuke follows behind her up the stairs that leads to her apartment door. She unlocks it quietly, and then let’s Sasuke in behind her. If her office smelled incredible, then her home smells unreal. It smells like laying in a field of flowers, lush and bright, like opening up a used book at the library, crisp and somehow fresh. It smells like Sakura rolling onto him in the morning, her hair over her shoulder, neck exposed to his sharp teeth, tongue grazing her gland as he tastes her scent with his tongue.

“You can put those on the kitchen table,” she says. She’s smiling at him, and he’s suffocating. He could actually die, maybe.

Sasuke quickly places the books down on the table, and then makes a sprint for the door. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he says, before locking the door behind him, and shutting it swiftly. He takes a big lungful of the air around him, and sprints home.

…

The Uchiha District is always full of life, cursed with the hustle and bustle of every mundane village. The Uchiha’s settled on the outskirts of Konoha, not quite part of the village and not quite one of its own. It’s over 20 acres large, and lined with vendors, homes, businesses, and the entire police force of Konoha.

Sasuke calls it home.

When he enters the gates, he slows his pace to moseying. He greets his Aunt and Uncle who own the candy stand at the entrance, cleaning up for the day as they offer him sweets he kindly declines. He isn’t one for candies, and he isn’t one to take something he won’t use. He greets his nieces and nephews as they are running back to their home as the sun sets. When he finally makes it to his own, small home, he unlocks his door and pads through with a sigh.

Sasuke strips to his boxers, and begins to make a dinner of eggs, rice, and tomatoes, something simple that he can handle after a long mission. If he’d had the energy, he’d have walked the extra mile into the district to his parent’s house and joined them for dinner, but he couldn’t bear to walk much further.

Once he’s full and settled, Sasuke walks into his bedroom and sighs when he sees his messy bed and his laundry on the floor that he hasn’t tended to in a while due to missions. He gathers his soiled clothes, throws them in the hamper, and gathers clean linens from the closet. He makes his bed, gathers his lightest quilt against the summer warmth, and decides to check in early for the night.

He’s exhausted, but sleep evades him. He stares up at the ceiling, hands laced behind his head, as he thinks. His mind is crawling with thoughts of Sakura: Sakura, in her emerald green dress, blushing in embarrassment as he holds the door for her. Sakura, brushing her hair out of her face and over her shoulder, innocently showing off the plush gland on her neck. Sakura, in her office, her scent surrounding them like a warm, soft blanket, cocooning him like it’s her own arms wrapped around him.

Then, he closes his eyes, and his thoughts change. Sakura, sliding her emerald dress down her arms, showing off her bony shoulders. Sakura, tilting her head slightly, baring her ripe gland to him like an offering. Sakura, in her office, on her desk in lordosis, baring her pussy to him, wet with slick, ready for his knot.

This isn’t the first time he’s fantasized about Sakura. It’s not the second, or third time since she helped him in the hospital after that mission a few months ago.

It’s not the first time he’s touched himself thinking about her, and he’s sure it won’t be the last.

Sasuke throws the cover off of himself, unearths his cock from his underwear, and strokes himself mercilessly to the thought of Sakura in his bed, now, on her back, legs open wide so he can get a good look at her dripping cunt. It would be perfect, and pink, and it would strangle and milk him for all he’s worth.

He’s almost there, and then he thinks about her asking him—no, begging him to mate her, and he falls over the edge, finishing in viscous globs of white on his stomach, and into the curly, black hair at the base of his cock.

After a moment Sasuke sighs, and throws his clean arm over his eyes. It takes him a moment to get up, and he curses when he realizes he’ll be going to sleep much later than anticipated now that he needs a shower.

Sasuke rises from his bed, strips, leaving his soiled boxers on the ground by his bed, and walks toward the bathroom where he’ll take a long, cold shower and try to think about things other than pink haired omegas that smell so beautiful and divine that there aren’t enough suppressants in the world to stave off the scent.

Once he’s freezing and clean, he stumbles into bed and falls asleep naked to the lull of embarrassed blushes and quick brushes of his fingers against a gland he may never have the pleasure of feeling.

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thefangirlslair · 2 years

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i have nothing to offer this new year and this past holiday seasons (really, nothing for the past few weeks now even though i promised some lmao i am sorry) but i wanna thank everyone who still follows my journey into writing for sasusaku. hope i can still give you fics that stir your emotions and make you feel things. happy holidays everyone and happy 2022!!! please take care of yourselves always ♥️

since i have no new year fic, here’s my last year’s piece hehehe love u all!!

#sasusaku #ssfanfic #ssfic #sasusaku fanfiction #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #uchiha sasuke #uchiha sakura #uchiha haruno #sasuke uchiha #sakura uchiha #sakura haruno #LOVE U ALL SO MUCH

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queen-of-the-fist · 3 years

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me finally reading quietus like : "i can't handle this slow burn anymore please please PLEASE just make babies and fill the palace with cute uchiha underworld heirs alreadyyyyyy" *ugly cries*

#quietus #sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #ssfanfic #sasusakuquietus #it's just so good #slow burn #i am in pain

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connectedfeelings · 3 months

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my very first fic with the connectedfeelings account is being revised :)

the original fic has been discontinued, but I love this plot and story so much that I can't let it go. while I love the original, there's so many things I wish I did and expanded upon and did differently, that I decided instead of slowly updating each chapter silently like I had intended to do two years ago, it would be best to start from the beginning.

the original fic will still be up, but the revision will be a different posted work.

to those that hoped it would be continued, it'll be coming soon! I've finished a few chapters, and with the rate I'm going, it will be updated every week. I will be posting the prologue soon :D

#ssfanfic #sasusaku

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fantastyfanfictionist · 2 months

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The Secret Canvas: A Tale of Art and Adventure

If you enjoy this story please reblog. As always feedback is encouraged and welcome. Summary: Upon inheriting a mansion Virgil's exploration leads to unexpected adventures.

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“Hi Virgil!” The executor, Sarah, met up with him as the taxi drove away. “Thank you for meeting me, especially on such short notice and all the way out here.”

Virgil slung his backpack over his shoulder and sighed.

She continued. “It’s just that it was extremely hard to find-”

Virgil tuned out what she was saying and looked at the house in front of him. It was a mansion, literally. Two, maybe three stories tall, a wrap-around porch, a turret on one side and so many windows.

‘Who lives here?’ Virgil wondered following Sarah up the stairs.

“I’ll show you to the office and we’ll go over some things.” She unlocked the door and Virgil entered behind her.

“Wow,” He couldn’t help but mumbled. The inside was old? Antique? He wasn’t sure, but it was stunning. Some of the furniture had white covers and there was dust everywhere.

He was in a lobby area with what he guessed were chairs and side tables. Stairs wrapped around and there was a balcony looking down with doors going past what he could see.

“In here please?” Sarah opened a door to his left.

Virgil put down his backpack and followed her.

This room was clean compared to the rest of the house. A desk and some chairs. A bookshelf lined the back wall.

Sarah sat on a chair and pulled out some papers. “First order of business.” She handed Virgil a copy.

“This is a sealed will and I was named the Executor of it. Legally, I don’t have to give you a copy or explain this to you, but it states that the inheritance must go to next of kin and you seem young, I’ll do you the favor.”

“Okay,” Virgil looked confused. “If this is a will, do I have to sign anything?”

“No,” Sarah smiled. “That’s only in movies. You sign if you disagree and take it back to court. Because you are the sole beneficiary, you did get notice to get a copy of the will if you like. I don’t think you knew about that though.”

Virgil shook his head, looking at the papers in his hand. Sarah continued.

“Because you’re the only one with assets to get, the probate stage was a lot faster than normal, and I waited to meet with you in person until it was over.”

“So I could’ve found this out at any point, since when?”

“For about a 6 months now. Like I said, legally I don’t have to give you a copy, just have to let you know how to get one. And I don’t have to meet you in person. But I feel in your best interest, it would be better for me to do so.”

“Thanks?” Virgil looked at the papers. “Not to be insensitive but who is Walter Brooks?”

“I believe he was your great-great grandfather’s uncle.”

“Never heard of him.”

“He was a painter. Like you.” She beamed.

“You know-”

“Have you heard of Eliot Canvas?” She seemingly changed the subject.

“Practically all painters know him. No one knows who his real identity is.”

“Yeah, turns out it’s Walter Brooks. The paintings that are not finished around the house confirm that.”

Virgil sat back in his chair. Disbelief written on his face, Sarah laughed.

“You are getting his house as well as everything in it.”

“Why am I getting all his things? There was no one else? No grand kids? No brothers with family?”

“You are next of kin. You’re the only person alive with relation to him.”

“If it was that long ago why now?”

“His will stated to read through when his brother’s and sister’s passed on. The last one did sometime last year. This is your house now, I think you’ll like it. It’s surrounded by trees and a big yard and no one really comes on this side of town anyway. Likely you won’t be disturbed by a bunch of neighbors.” She handed him a key and a notepad with some numbers on it. “There’s a safe in one of the rooms. I have to get going, but it was nice meeting you and I wish you good luck.” They stood and Sarah reached and shook Virgil’s hand.

Not long after Virgil was left in silence. “Time to explore I guess.” He muttered to himself, picking up his backpack he walked up the stairs.

The upstairs was a little less decorated than the downstairs, but the view looking down was beautiful nonetheless. A chandelier Virgil didn’t notice before hung on the ceiling a little ways away from the doorway and light from one of the windows shone on it, beaming little rainbows across the room. There was a hallway with doors lined up and down both sides.

“Start from one side I guess.” Virgil walked to one end of the hall. “Empty room.” He moved on to the next. “Empty... Empty... Empty... Empty… Empty… Do any of these at least have a bed?” The next few doors were also empty and Virgil was on the last one from the hallway. “Emp-” Virgil paused when he saw it wasn’t empty like he expected. “Stairs?” A circular railing led up somewhere and Virgil walked into the room.

“Must be the attic.” He climbed the stairs. “Wow,” He breathed out. It was brighter than he expected, caused by the many windows lining the wall, letting in natural light. The sunset created a glow across the room, filled with mostly blank canvas’s and a few half-finished ones.

Pulling out his own smaller canvas and paintbrush Virgil walked up to the window, in awe at the view.

Forest was in front of him and to his right a field half full of flowers and half of what he assumed were weeds. Faintly in the distance to his left he saw some roofs of buildings, most likely the rest of town. Sarah was right, this house is secluded. ‘Just the way I like it.”

Paintbrush still in hand he turned to look at the rest of the canvas’s in the room. “That’s odd?” He noticed a finished painting behind some half finished ones.

The odd thing wasn’t that it was finished, but that it had no dust on it. “For an old painting it sure looks clean.”

He walked over towards it. From what he could see, it was the view he just saw out the window, and it did have some small differences. Instead of buildings in the distance it was more trees and the field was all flowers. Virgil moved the paintings in front of it and picked up the finished canvas.

In an instant, light blinded him and he had to close his eyes. Virgil slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a strangely familiar field. “The painting!”

Part 1/?

#ssfanfic #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfic #painter Virgil #ts fanfic #sanders sides human au #fanfic #the secret canvas: a tale of art and adventure #The secret Canvas #human au #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders

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vermilionlavendereyes · 11 months

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and slowly we learn each other chapter thirteen

hello loves i know it's been a year but chapter thirteen is now here and i'm so sorry

Summary: With the distance of years already between them, and more separation yet to come, Sasuke and Sakura try to figure out where they stand. And more importantly where they are going. This is a story of how they slowly, but surely, relearn each other.

blank period fic

Pairing: SasuSaku

Word count: 54,509

Rated: T

Status: On going

Read on: ff.net or AO3

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #sasusaku fanfic #ss fanfiction #ssfanfic #naruto fanfiction #naruto #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #naruto uzumaki #ayame #teuchi #blank period fic #vlefics

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keithisbae1 · 3 months

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The Mershark & Mermaid - Part 7

⚠️⚠️Warning: ⚠️⚠️ Implied some dark themes

Sakura waited impatiently at her daughter's secret hiding spot, it was only for the night.

One night!

He promised to bring her back safely. Okay so technically speaking they didn't say when she would be brought back, but Sakura hoped Sasuke would understand that she wanted Sarada back as soon as possible. If he could bring her back safely home now well... maybe she'll consider letting him see Sarada more often.

Just then, the mermaid could see Sasuke's figure from afar but her heart leapt not seeing a smaller one by his side.

Please don't say...

"Where is she?"

"I... I lost her."

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~Previously~ For the next few hours Suigetsu, Karin and Jugo entertained the young sharkling. They were playing hide and seek all the while Sasuke was trying to figure out what to do. She couldn't hunt and eat fish and was way too friendly to complete strangers. How is he supposed to protect her here? "She's still young." Jugo tried to comfort the mershark. "At her age, I was given to the sharks to feed on." "You aren't like the rest of your family and neither is she, you can't expect her to pick up on things so quickly." He knew that, Sasuke didn't expect a miracle and that it would take time before Sarada's shark instincts to kick in, but he started to wonder if that was even possible. Can half a mershark and mermaid even have the same instinct as a normal shark? "Maybe that's not such a good thing. If I were like my parents, I wouldn't have gone anywhere near Sakura and then we wouldn't be in this mess." There was nothing wrong with what he said, if he was a normal mershark everything would be fine. There would be no Sakura and no Sarada and he could get on with his life like usual... yet the thought made his stomach churn. "But you don't regret a thing do you?" Sasuke was surprised at Jugo's statement considering how the three of them were beforehand when the whole situation came out. "I can't say I understand what you feel for the mermaid is natural. I can't think of them as anything but prey however I can see how fondly you care about your daughter and as much as you try to deny it you are still in love with that Sakura maid no? You wouldn't go so far as to protect her if that was the case." "Your right."

"But it's not like anything can happen. Like you said it's not natural, so where does that leave us now?" "I don't have all the answers but you'll figure out something. Doesn't Uchiha Sasuke always get what he wants?" "If I didn't know any better I would say you're encouraging me to pursue a relationship with Sakura." "I didn't say that necessarily. But if it makes you happy, we'll support you. You know Suigetsu and Karin will too." "Mr Jugo, you aren't hiding. That's not how you play the game." Sarada popped out of nowhere dragging Jugo along. "My apologies Sarada and I told you to call me Jugo only." He then turned back to look at Sasuke. "Just think about what I said." It was quite surprising how honest he was and all things considering Jugo was certainly not someone he'd imagined would tell him to go after Sakura. If only it was that simple. "Papa do you want to play too?" "Ah, I'm coming."

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“Papa…” Sarada swam into his room poking him. It was late and chances were Sasuke was fast asleep but she was scared, the cave was so big that she almost got lost on the way, the fact it was deep underwater too. It didn’t bother her during the day but now Sarada kept seeing things. Shadows of monsters her imagination made up, although given whereabouts they were probably didn’t help the little one. “Papa.” Sarada prodded him again and he groaned slowly opening his eyes. What time was it? Shouldn’t she be tired after today?

“Can I sleep with you?” She asked, big eyes pleading. His first instinct was to say no, she was a shark and sharks don’t sleep with their parents. Yes even sharklings, because what type of predator would they be if they were coddled as such?

“I want to sleep with you and Mama!” A sharkling Sasuke asked, tears brimming his eyes. He knew his father would say no but was hoping under the circumstances he would be given permission. “Absolutely not!” “But-” “Do I have to repeat myself?” “I keep dreaming about the shark who almost ate me!” He yelled out afraid, he needed some reassurance. To know that someone was there and he was safe. That his parents would protect him from the other mersharks. “And whose fault is that? The strong kill the weak, are you weak Sasuke?”

The word weak kept echoing in his mind, he wanted to be strong. “Itachi wasn’t like this.” “Fugaku…” Ah yes, his beloved older brother who could do no wrong. Sasuke tried hard to be like him but no matter what he was never good enough in comparison.

“Maybe we should consider it.” “No!” Mikoto looked at her husband with horror. “He's too weak dear, this is the only option.” “Fugaku no, you know how I feel about this.” “We've gone through it.” “Exactly, and I refuse to let my own baby go through such a thing.”

“What are you talking about?” Sasuke looked at his two parents confused. “It's a way to help you get stronger, you want that don't you Sasuke?” “Don't try and sugar-coat it, you're leaving him out there defenceless for other mersharks to eat him.”

What? His parents were.... were going to leave him out there alone? “It's common for sharklings in the Uchiha clan. If they're considered prey to other sharks, fighting for their life is the only way to get them stronger. You want that don't you Sasuke?”

Did he want that? “Sweetie, you don't have to do any-” “Yes...” Maybe this way he could finally get as strong as Itachi and finally make his father proud.

“The cave is really big and scares me; Mama lets me sleep with her sometimes.” Sarada brought him back to the present. “Sure,” but Sasuke wasn’t like his father. There was no way he nor his family would accept her into the clan so why should he coldly treat her as one of them?

Sarada beamed and tucked herself underneath his arm snuggling close to him. It didn’t take long for her to drift to sleep letting out little snores. Maybe Sakura was right, his life wasn’t for Sarada yet neither was Sakura's.

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“But I don’t want to go home yet!” Sarada pouted swimming next to him. She wanted to play more with Suigetsu, Karin and Jugo and maybe see more of Papa’s friends. “Now Sarada we promised your mother, besides you still need to properly apologise to her remember?”

“Hmph!” Sarada huffed and went swimming ahead annoyed, it wasn’t her fault that Mama was angry at him. HE needed to make it up to her, once again Papa was being nothing but a hipocrit. Until she heard the wailings of someone in distress. She crept over behind a rock and saw a mermaid and merman surrounded by mersharks. Should they go over there and help? No, she should get her Papa to help, surely he’ll do something. “Papa-” Sarada was surprised to see him already behind her. He barely looked at the scene before taking her claw and leading her away. “Keep swimming!” He told her. “But- but we have to help them! They have a child, we can’t leave them.” Although the merboy and her weren’t friends Sarada recognised them well enough. He didn’t have any siblings so he would be left alone unless… what if they had them him too? “This is important!” “Sarada!” She flinched at his harsh but hushed tone. They couldn’t risk getting caught. “I can get involved.” “Why? You're stronger than them, just tell them not to do any bad stuff!”

“It’s not as simple as that. Your mother and her friends are the only ones who are safe because of me. Everyone else… has nothing to do with me.” “I don’t understand…” What was he trying to say? “They were the ones who came into shark territory. They knew what they were doing and the risks, it can’t be helped.” So… there was nothing he could do? Sarada looked down. “What’s going to happen to them?” “…” “Papa!” “Ah, Sasuke my boy.” Sarada immediately retreated hiding behind Sasuke's back. “Orochimaru.” “Talking to yourself?” “Yes.”

“Hmm, how unlike you.” The Uchiha tsked, knowing Orchimaru this can't be good. “What do you want?” When Sarada decided to peek out her heart stopped beating. He was almost as big as Papa and was it her or did he look slightly different than usual mersharks? More like a snake than an actual shark, not that knew what a snake was. He just looked... odd compared to Sasuke and his friends. His tail was darkish grey whilst his scales were pale white. She wanted nothing more than to swim away. “You seem a bit distracted.”

“Because I have better things to do than talking to you right now.” And he needed to figure a way to get Sarada out of here. “Oh? Well be my guest and leave, nothing’s stopping you.” “And have you follow me? I don’t think so.” Buy some time, buy some time.

“Suspicious as always.” With Sasuke preoccupied in thought, Sarada slipped behind a rock not far from him and swam below until she felt safe enough to swim away. Anything to get away from that creepy shark, she'll make her own way home. It couldn't be that hard.

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On second thought, it was hard. Very hard because now Sarada had no idea where she was. The sharkling kept swimming around. “Maybe this way-” She bumped into something hard hitting her head. “Ow! Hey, watch it!” Boruto rubbed his sore head but then his eyes brightened realising who it was. “Oh hey, it’s you!” Another mershark? “Please don’t eat me…” Sarada whimpered backing away confusing the young shark. “Uh… what? I can’t eat you, I’m too small.” “I’m Boruto. Your Uncle Sasuke’s daughter right?” “Yeah? You know Papa?”

“Oh, he’s my Uncle!” “Really?” “Well, not by blood.” “He’s my Dad’s best friend.”

“Ooooh, yeah like Mama and Aunty Ino.” Sarada grinned feeling slightly easy, he didn’t seem so bad. And he looked about her age, maybe they could be friends? But now how would she get back to Mama?

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“You lost her? What do you mean you lost your own daughter?” “She must have freaked out when Orochimaru showed up, she was behind me I swear but I couldn't risk him finding out.” “I knew I shouldn’t have left her with you. What if something happened? She must be so scared! You promised me Sasuke, you promised!” Sakura began panicking, she didn't blame Sarada for swimming away. She must have been so scared but now her baby was by herself. “And I’ll find her, I will. I won't let anyone touch her but you need to calm down.” He reached out grabbing hold of her arms to steady the mermaid, cupping her face to look at him. “Breathe Sakura. In and out.” She nodded, taking a deep breath before breathing. Panicking wouldn't do any good. Sarada needed them both.

It had been so long since she felt his touch and yet being so close brought back painful memories. “I'll bring her back here.” Sasuke was the first to break contact. “I’m coming too.” “No way!”

“She is MY daughter, I don't care what it takes. You are taking me with you.” And with that, she flicked her tail swimming past him. He forgot how stubborn she could be. Fuck! Everything was going wrong today.

#sasusaku #sasuke uchiha x sakura haruno #sasusaku fanfic #ssfanfic #sasusakufanfiction #mershark/mermaid AU #mershark Sasuke #mermaid Sakura #mershark Sarada

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