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Cherry tomato
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If Sasuke could pride himself in one ability apart from his bloodline limit, it would be his keen sense of hearing.
And at this moment, his highly-developed sense of hearing disrupted him of a rare moment of peace and quiet.
It wasn't a very loud noise that alerted him, it was just a topple and a tiny wail coming from the other side of the mansion.
And something told him that he had to hurry.
When he neared the staircase, he imediately spotted the cause of his disturbance; there on the ground, snivelled and whimpered a small figure, face hidden in her arms.
The dark-haired shinobi crouched down and placed a hand on the soft tuft of pink hairs and the little being tensed slightly before raising her head, dark inky orbs stared up at him.
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Haru was three years old when Sakura and Sasuke noticed something was wrong with her. Not only was she unnaturally petite and thin, she also hadn't uttered a single word since she was born.
It was regretfully that Tsunade had annouced her diagnosis; the little girl was dumb and would never be able to speak.
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Sasuke sighed as he saw the large red bruise forming at the side of her head, she whimpered when his fingers tilted her chin to the side to inspect the damage.
„Didn't I tell you not to walk down the stairs alone?" He scolded, although his tone remained soft, he couldn't be harsh to the girl, the bruise was punishment enough.
He picked her up and she buried her head in the crook of his neck, her tears moistening the skin of his neck and her long lashes tickling him.
He was silent as he sat her down on the dining table, holding her until he knew she was steady enough to remain in this sitting position alone, he warned her not to move before stiding to the fridge and grabbing a pack of frozen peas.
He sat down on a chair in front of her and gently placed the cool item against her bruise, simultaneously grabbing a tissue and dabbing her wet face.
„Don't cry, I'm not angry." He whispered and helped her blow her red nose „When mama comes home, she will kiss it better." She blinked and gave a coy nod, the flimsy pigtail that held back her short bangs waggled with every shake of her head.
„Don't move okay?" he warned once again, standing up to walk towards the fridge, he grabbed a small, red fruit before returning to his seat.
Her cheeks were pink with a flush and her lips were turned downwards, sometimes Sasuke really thought it would've been way easier if the girl was cheerful and loud.
He handed her the cherry tomato and her tiny hands grabbed the fruit, turning it around in her palms she eyed it before looking up at her father with big, dark eyes.
„Cheer up?" He tried, plucking the green stem off and wrapping a hand around her small ones, directing them to her rosy lips.
There.
Finally, there was a hint of a smile on her lips before she bit down into the tangy fruit, she made a quiet noise and took another bite. He watched her all this time, holding the cooling item against the bruise on her face while she munched away on the tomato, her little legs swinging up and down contently.
Obviously, his love for tomatoes had rubbed off on his little girl.
„So…" He began quietly, after cleaning up her face and hands „Wanna play?"
The baby-girl made a noise between a sqeal and a grunt before she rose her arms, asking to be carried.
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A/N: Well, here's some cute lil fluff, there'll be more little drabbles like this.
And yeah, Sasuke is OoC, I know… And I didn't want to use the word 'mute' for dumb, cause it sounds.. not right.
Whatever. And thanks for all the nice reviews on my other story, I'm sorry but I didn't take time to reply to them . Just know I'm grateful :)