A Returning Soul

Hey guys! So this is the sequel to Returning Memories, which was also a sequel to Returning Uchihas. Basically, for those who haven't read it yet, I'll give a short summary: Sasuke returns to Konoha and realizes his older sister Shizuka from long ago comes back. She returns to help him defeat Itachi, which he does, but there's a moment when Itachi nearly kills Sasuke. Unfortunately, Shizuka steps in and gets killed instead, protecting her brother. Sasuke then gets married with Sakura and in this story, they have two children. For more information, you can just read the first few chapters in Returning Uchihas, the last few in Returning Memories, and just start here.

Anyway, I didn't really plan on writing this actually. I had another story idea but unfortunately, I expect it to be quite long and do not think I should start it when I'm gonna be so busy and might update it as much. This story will be kinda short, prob no more than 5-6 chapters which I think I can do. I'm in my track season, so I'm less likely to update a long story than a short one, so I decided to do this. Just a mini project.

Summary: Twenty years later, Sasuke is happily married with Sakura with two kids. However, when his oldest daughter Shizuka goes on her first date, he becomes the typical protective ninja daddy, especially when the boy is a certain teacher's son. Not set to the current arc where Sasuke acts like a maniac, trying to kill his team T_T

Okay, hope you guys enjoy reading! PS: Excuse the lame title, I'm HORRIBLE at it.

Chapter 1: The Daughter

"I HATE YOU, OTOU-SAN!"

Sakura nearly dropped the plate she was holding in her hands when she overheard her teenage daughter screaming. Strands of pink hair falling over her cheeks, she immediately placed it on top of the counter and paced quickly to the doorway. To her dismay, she saw a teenage girl with long, luscious jet-black hair that swung back and forth. She had back eyes like the night sky that complimented her slim yet curvy figure well. She was outfitted in a simple white tank and red skirt. The Uchiha family crest was planted on the back of shirt, allowing anybody to know her rightful place and spread fear to enemies. She wore the Konoha forehead protector loosely around her waist. Sakura saw how beautiful her daughter had grown, even as of right now in her bad mood. Her cheeks puffed as she stomped down the hallway. Her eyebrows narrowed so dangerously close. If anyone were to look her in the eye, they were asking for death.

"Hey, Shizuka, what happened-" Sakura asked before she was rudely interrupted.

"OTOU-SAN CAN SUCK THE HOKAGE'S DICK!" Shizuka slammed the door to her room with a loud thud that could shake the whole manor.

Sakura sighed. Teenagers these days. Especially her 16-year-old. Sakura was trying to remember if she ever acted like that at that age. She probably did, but she never remembered acting so angrily like this. She was going to see her husband about this. As she walked, a head of messy, black spikey hair popped from a room. He was a boy of no more than 12. He looked to Sakura with a confused look. Everything about him was practically the adolescent version of her husband.

"Oka-san, what's neesan yelling all about?" Her son Sho asked, slightly annoyed.

His mother shrugged. "I'm pretty sure your father knows, Sho."

Sakura walked down the hallway until she reached the living room, frowning at the sight she saw.

Leaning against the wall was her husband, Uchiha Sasuke, still cladded in his ANBU uniform. He probably just arrived home. His jet-black hair was just as messy and spikey as ever, except it was longer. He had grown much more mature as well as handsome. Everyday, Sakura felt she was indeed a very lucky woman. She was glad that his handsome charms have indeed passed onto their children, especially her daughter. Sakura's only regret was that none of them were even close to looking like her. Uchiha traits were dominant, Sasuke had explained. Nothing would appear that could tell who the other parent was. His mask barely hung from his hands as he noticed his wife standing across the room.

"What's with that look?" He asked, noting his wife's expression. He took a seat on his armchair.

"Why is our daughter cursing you to suck Naruto's dick?"

Sasuke scowled. He crossed his arms as he leaned back on his chair, taking a deep breath. "Shizuka's 16 with teenage anger problems. I say the smallest things and she thinks I ruined her life."

"And what was this 'small thing?'" Sakura asked, raising her eyebrows.

Sasuke merely stared at his wife. He seriously did not want this conversation. Especially one concerning their daughter. Oh how he missed it when Shizuka was just a tiny little girl who idolized him and always obeyed him. And now here she was, 16, a ninja, and posessing an incredibly loud voice and active personality that Sasuke was way to familiar with.

"Is Shizuka going through her time of the mon-ow!" Sasuke rubbed the sore spot on his head. His wife always retained her monstrous strength. Sakura glared at him. Sighing, Sasuke rested his heand against the palms of his hands.

"I didn't let her go on a date."

Sakura tried to hold back a howling laugh, but failed. "That's it?" She didn't seem as angry before, even though her teenage version would. She couldn't believe he was finally at this phase in life now.

She took a seat on his lap, his arms wrapping around her tiny waist. She snuggled at the crook of his neck, a tiny growl escaping from his lips.

"Aw Sasuke-kun, being a protective daddy, now," Sakura cooed as her fingers trailed across Sasuke's chest.

"Sooo...who's the handsome young gentleman who's caught Shizuka's eyes?" She asked slyly, softly kissing his chin.

"Does it matter? She's not going," Sasuke replied angrily as he played with some of Sakura's pink strands.

Sakura giggled. "Can't you empathize with the poor boy? Don't you remember when we were her age? My father didn't like you, but that didn't stop the almighty Uchiha Sasuke, did that?"

Sasuke smirked. "Ah, but we are in love, so it's worth it. Shizuka, on the other hand, is my daughter. I don't want any stupid boy laying a finger on her."

"And that's how you show your love for your daughter? By beating up any boy that comes close to her?" Sakura asked curiously. She had mixed feelings of this reaction. It was funny to see Sasuke so protective over their teenage daughter and yet, a bit sad for Shizuka herself. She stood up from, freeing herself from Sasuke's warmth. She planted a quick kiss on his lips before smiling at him.

"I'm going to talk to Shizuka. It's her first date," Sakura said. Sasuke scowled.

"Sakura, she's not going."

"Why do you have to be so worried? Shizuka's never done it before. Just let her try for once, she's 16 for heaven's sakes!"

There was a moment of silence. Sasuke looked outside to the window, up to the sky. His expression was too calm for the moment.

"I see too much of her aunt in her."

Sakura's eyes softened. She left the living room quietly, remember those words Sasuke had just said. Over 20 years it had been since that day. The day when Sasuke was indeed the last Uchiha left until he married her and started a family. The day when Sasuke lost not one, but two family members who he once so dearly called "brother" and "sister." A small smile came across her face.

Now that I think about it, Shizuka really does live up to her name...

Shizuka laid on her bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Her hands were behind her head full of long black hair that grazed upon her face. She let out a heavy sigh. She knew her dad would be against it at first, but she never expected this. It was just one date, that's it. Her father thought too low of her. Even if the boy planned to take advantage of her, it wasn't like she couldn't defend herself. She was the ANBU captain's daughter for heaven's sakes! She was an Uchiha, and her father raised her that way! Shizuka couldn't believe her own father. She dreamed of the day when she would defeat her father and stick his chicken ass hair up someone's butt. She smirked at the thought of that. Oh how joyous it would be when that came. Then again, she would have to journey quite far in that. It had only been a month since she became a jonin. It would be quite a while before she would join her father's rank.

"Damn that man," She pouted. "He makes me the only 16 year old girl who's never been on a date in Konohagakure."

There was a knock on her door. "Come in," She said.

The door opened, revealing her mother. Shizuka took in how different her mother was compared to her. They looked nothing alike. Sakura was pink hair with green eyes while Shizuka took everything from her father. No one could tell they were even related. Sakura smiled at her daughter.

"Shizuka, your father told me what happened," Sakura began as she walked to her daughter's bed. "How you holding up?"

"Happy as a clam," Shizuka remarked sarcastically. "Otou-san is the world's best dad."

Sakura laughed. "Please try to understand him more; you are his daughter."

"And that's why he's sexist! Sho's three years younger and can look at porn without otousan getting mad!" Shizuka argued. "I ask for one date and he thinks I should go to a mental asylum! Is he on crack or something?!"

Shizuka turned her position to lay on her stomach, her face on the pillow. She let out a huge groan. Sakura stared at her daughter for a moment before brushing her fingers through Shizuka's hair.

"Cause he loves you dearly and is scared of losing you," Sakura replied gently.

"How would he lose me? I'm still gonna be around! It's not like I'm going to get married after one date!" Shizuka complained to her pillow.

"Shizuka, do you know how you got your name?"

Shizuka turned around to glance at her mother. She shrugged. "I asked otou-san a long time ago and he just said it was a woman who died saving his life. He got more pissed off every time I wanted to find out more."

"Well, he never did like talking about your aunt much," Sakura replied sadly.

Shizuka shot up into a sitting position, clutching a pillow against her stomach. Her eyes were huger than before as she stared at her mother in awe.

"What?! I have an aunt?! How come otou-san never told us?!" She gasped, now paying a much closer attention to her mother's words. Sakura bit her lips.

So you never did actually them them, Sasuke-kun... Ever after 20 years when I see you smile more than ever, happier than ever, how long have you been living that moment in guilt?

"She died saving his life, remember? Well, it was his sister. Sasuke could never forgive himself. When she died, he was the last member of the Uchiha family left living," Sakura explained tenderly. "He had no one that cared for him like she did."

Shizuka's face soften a bit. She now leaned against her bedpost, bring her knees up so she could rest her chin o them. "Otousan hides too many things..."

Sakura looked away to the ground, remembering the last moments of Shizuka. It had been over twenty years. Twenty years since she saw Shizuka jump out of nowhere in front of Sasuke to take the blow from Itachi. It the day her husband lost two siblings that he could never have again. He was still in fear of losing family again. Sakura concluded that. No matter how peaceful it has been, with two kids of their own, that day scarred Sasuke forever.

Slowly, Shizuka got up from the bed and started walking to the door. Sakura sat there, watching her daughter's back, which was cladded with the infamous Uchiha symbol. She had seen that back way too much. Especially in moments like these. Shizuka stood there for a moment, her hand barely hanging at the doorknob.

"Okasan... thank you."

Shizuka left the room as her mother heard the sound of her footsteps get quieter and quieter. Sakura sighed with a content look.

"She really is an Uchiha."

Sasuke sat in the living room, feeling quite uncomfortable. His chin rested on the back of his hands as he remembered the earlier event concerning his oldest child. He had just arrived home from his duties of ANBU captain. He was tired, the Elders forcing him and his group to search the entire village for a possible criminal that snuck in and was supposedly dangerously. Luckily and to his annoyance, it was nothing more than some random dude who was stupid enough to send their village a threat letter just for the heck of it. Sasuke was quick to beat the crap out of the idiot and was looking forward to getting home. His original plan was to somehow get the kids out of the house and hopefully spend the whole afternoon in bed naked with his wife. He really wanted it. Ever since the kids came, their sex life was practically non-existent. Sasuke was always busy on his ANBU missions and duties while Sakura always had to take care of their son Sho and work at the hospitals. Not only that, even if they did find time, their children were always in the house. They needed to find alone time, even for just a quick minute, now. Sasuke was impatient with this.

And so when his beautiful daughter Shizuka walked up to him upon his return home to ask to go out, Sasuke was more than delight to accept it. He would have said yes if he didn't allow her to complete her request, which ended up in the word "date," which resulted in Sasuke blowing up mentally, which resulted in his daughter firing back and calling her the worst father due to her teenage issues, which resulted in her bursting out of the living room to his dismay. He thought he he was annoyed that day because of that ridiculous threat, but he didn't expect to yell any louder today.

"Tch, women," Sasuke grunted. He cursed himself for starting to talk like Shikamaru now.

Sixteen years old. He always expected his daughter to ask for dates at this age, but never in hell would he allow it. Nothing in hell would make him allow any stupid boy to go near his daughter. Shizuka was the first Uchiha born to him. She was his pride and his legacy. The girl had to put more importance on being a ninja than boys, goddammit. Yes, having friends was much more important Sasuke always thought, but he wished his daughter place boys as the least significant in her life.

The real question that bothered him to almost insanity: Who was the unfortunate bastard who asked his precious child out? He needed to know. Sasuke cracked his knuckles. An image of him dangling the lucky boy by his legs into a pool of blood amused him. His daughter could cry all she wanted at him. He wouldn't care. He could kill the boy that happened to catch Shizuka's eyes.

Speaking of the girl, Sasuke glanced at the sudden appearance of his daughter. Long black hair, deep dark eyes, light skin, a very determined look across her face. He winced.

Damnit, she looks more like her aunt everyday, Sasuke thought in displeasure. "What do you want now?"

She stared at him. She looked very strong now, not whiney and teenage-y compared to before. Her fist were clenched tightly. He was sure his own daughter was not going to fight him. He was always proud of the fact that she became a jonin at such a delicate age, but even Shizuka was smart enough to know that he was out of her rank. He taught the girl everything. She even posessed his elements. Sakura was never happy about how much their kids resembled him more than her. As strong as she may be, Shizuka's style was exactly like his. She could not master her own yet and until she could, Sasuke knew the girl would never defeat him.

"I'm not stupid."

Sasuke looked at her calmly. The way she had said that. It was confident, not cocky. It was sincere, not desperate. A perfect balance. He only knew one person capable of doing that.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, otousan. I'm smart and strong enough to hold my own."

"But your not an adult either."

The two were silent for what seem like the longest moment between them. It seem like such a menial thing to her, and yet it meant the world to her father. Shizuka remembered everything her mother told her.

Shizuka formed a small smile. "I'm not my aunt."

For a moment, Shizuka thought her father flinched when she said that. It had caught him off guard, most likely. He didn't expect her to know like that moment. But he recovered quite quickly, returning back to his serious look.

"And why do you say that?" He asked, as if a bit disappointed from her choice of words.

"Otousan, it's just one date. That's all I'm asking. I'm not going to run away with a boy and end up dying. Yeah, I'm 16, but come on, I don't think I wanna get married or die yet. I'm old enough to know that I'm not going to spend the rest of my life with my first date. Besides, I would beat the crap out of him if he wanted anything else."

Sasuke smirked. She was indeed his daughter. Sakura had probably told the girl about his sister. He didn't quite understand why out of all types of things, but he would not question it. It was not something he liked discussing about, especially with his kids. He closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a sigh.

"10 0'clock, no later."

Shizuka's face immediately brighten up. She had the widest smile and squealed in delight, far different from the mood just seconds before. She quickly ran up to her father and hugged him tightly like any daddy's girl.

"Thank you so much, otousan! You're the best father ever!" She exclaimed, giggling. "I can't believe I'm going on my first date!"

"Don't push it," He muttered while in his daughter's grip. "I'm only letting you so I don't have to argue with your mother." Now that he thought about it, it was just one date. No boy was good enough for his daughter. Her choices were always picky. Either way, she would be out of the house and he would be alone with Sakura. Getting rid of the boy was always easy. Sasuke could force Sho into training just because.

Maybe he didn't have to be so protective of Shizuka anymore. She was 16. She was a jonin. She was considered the best in her year. She could even beat up boys older than her. Plus, he enjoyed the fact she received her mother's intelligence but unfortunately, also her craziness for boys.

And then, the most interrogative question popped to his mind suddenly and disturbingly:

"Who are you going out with?" He asked, trying to remain as calm as he could.

Shizuka immediately released herself from her father. She buckled her knees, looking away sheepishly. She blushed like the way her mother did. She twidled with a strand of her hair, smiling nervously.

"Hatake Obito."

Sasuke nearly ripped the fabric off the armchair as he clenched his fist tightly on it.