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scene one!

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It's true, I was made for you.
~brandi carlile, "the story"

"Ugh! You're ruining my life!" she shouted, her green eyes and pink hair the spitting image of her mother. Said mother looked at her with apathy.

"Oh, believe me, Rina, if your mother was trying to ruin your life, you'd know it. She happens to be pretty gifted in that area," Sasuke quipped in. His head was down and his back was stooped over a mission scroll lying in front of him. The paper crinkled under his fingertips as he scrawled something on the parchment.

"Ugh!" Rina threw her hands down, pink hair falling in her face. "You two aren't taking this seriously! You don't even care!" She glared at the two figures at the table before marching out the old-style Japanese doors. "I hope you two are happy with yourselves!"

After hearing the door slide shut (yes, slide shut, because hello! Uchihahere. And they have manners.), Sakura gently took the pen out of Sasuke's hand and slid the scroll to her side of the table, swiftly filling in the rest of the details for him. She didn't lift her head as she said, "She's only eleven. Is it really that time already?"

Groaning softly as he backed away from scroll, Sasuke rubbed his throbbing temples. He rolled his eyes and studied her slightly crestfallen face. Sighing, he leaned backwards in his chair and let his head fall over the back.

Softly glaring, Sakura smacked his shoulder

-and Sasuke tried really hard not to grimace-

and chuckled, "Fine, don't answer, but don't even start with wishing that she'd be more like Yuki, who just stopped talking altogether when he hit twelve. And you don't mind if they all stop talking!"

Sasuke grunted and clumsily rubbed his offended shoulder. With a gruff glare, he replied, "Better than screeching little girls."

She sighed. Folding her arms thoughtfully, Sakura added, "Well, it's kind of a girl thing. My mom was like my role model, and then I couldn't stand her, and then she was kind of sweet, and then we were best friends. Maybe it just repeats with every generation?"

"Good thing we only have one girl left, then. Hopefully, the boys won't be train wrecks," Sasuke noted with a trace of a drawl in his voice, still half amused despite his exhaustion at Sakura's reaction.

"Hey! You mean, no girls left! Five kids is plenty! I am done!" Sakura protested, poking him repeatedly in the chest. "You're lucky you got five!"

Grabbing her hand, Sasuke pulled her into his lap. "That's what you think."

Sakura lightly scoffed and slid an arm around her husband's neck. "You just..." She paused, "like kids.And really, why can't Rina just obsess over a nice boy at school instead? I'd prefer that over her dead-set on a tattoo, which, unless it's an ANBU tattoo, is notever going to happen." She looked at Sasuke meaningfully for support on that subject. She got a tired, uninterested look in return and her hands instinctively found their way to his forehead, shimmering green with healing chakra.

Sasuke nudged his head into Sakura's hair, rubbing the side of his head against her short locks. His breath tickled her ear as he muttered, "Oh really? You think that'd be better?"

Her eyes opened in mischief and she turned to look him in the eye. "Well, it worked pretty well for me, wouldn't you say?"

His eyes closed by themselves as he leaned his lips centimeters away from hers, murmuring,

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"Yeah. For the both of us."

Irony

Because the best thing that had ever happened to him was the thing that pushed, clawed, and barged in uninvited.

a/n.
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