Hi there! This is the first time I would ever write something for SasuSaku. I have been a fan of this pair since I was eleven, and that was more than a decade ago. Whew! I plan to write more of these two, so I would appreciate some comments and suggestions. Let me know if I have to stop writing about them, even if I just started HAHA.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto. I wish I do, tho.
Enjoy!
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He stood at the doorpost of their room, frozen at the sight of the woman sleeping on the desk filled with open books and scrolls at the far end of the room. It was a sight that he had expected to see, knowing how much work she does.
Even in the dark, her pink hair, sprawled all over the scrolls she must be reading before she fell asleep, is almost hard to miss. He watched her back intently, noticing the slow rise and fall of her shoulders every breath she took. He knew he would come home to this sight. But it still keeps him frozen everytime.
Because he can't help but wonder why she stayed… how she managed to stay. Despite all the things he put her through. She stayed.
There is a part of him—this great shinobi with an almost unbreakable façade—that is scared. Scared that one day he would not see her pink locks sprawled on the desk and smell her perfume all over his house. He is scared that one day, he would lose her, too, for whatever reason there could be.
His cloak was drenched in rain and mud. But he did not bother remove it. He needs to leave soon, even if he just arrived.
He looked at the wall clock above the desk where she is at. Five minutes before 3AM. He is a great shinobi, but he still wishes he could stop the time so he could stay there and watch over her. He knows he needs to watch over her, not because she is weak, but because he needs strength to push through.
He visits her more often than she is aware of. He comes home when he wants to give up and watches her and their little joy as they sleep. Because their photos are not enough for him. He needs to hug them, kiss them as much as he could to make up for the years he spent away from them. But he has to settle at watching over them, silently, even from afar.
He turned to his heel silently, careful enough not to wake her up. He vanishes into thin air, a warm smile painted on his pale face.
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She opens her eyes, and tear fall, staining her medical scrolls. She knew he was there. He felt the faint chakra he released just before he left. She knew he did it on purpose, to let her know he was there, and will always be. She closed her eyes again, savoring the warmth of his presence. That is enough for her to stay.