Author's Note: BLAH. This is very out of character. Don't blame me. It's, like, midnight. I've had a severe douse of writer's block, and I'm coping by writing Sasusaku. Yeah. I have problems.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I'm afraid that Kishimoto does.
"Hi."
"Hi." Sakura sat down next to Sasuke.
"What are you doing here?" Sasuke asked after several minutes of silence.
"Hinata wanted me to tell you something." Sakura replied, looking at the ground.
"Which is?" Sakura sighed.
"Naruto says he's sorry for… erm-"
"Sakura, why are you really here?"
"I need your help."
"With what, may I ask?"
"I'm unable to cook this package of ramen noodles…"
"Sakura."
"What?" Sasuke laughed.
"It sucks to be you, you know that, right?" Sakura laughed again.
"Yes, I know that." Sakura put an arm around him as their daughters, San and Tsuki, ran up to them and held up dual portraits of their respective parents. Sakura laughed for the second time that day. When San and Tsuki left, Sasuke said, "I've got a strange feeling of deja vu."
"Reminds you of when we were kids, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does..."
Author's Note: I suck. I know that. This takes place... a long time into the future. Yes.