A/N: Yes, you guessed right. I read the final chapters of Naruto the other day, and now I'm in total hyped up Naruto mode. So, warning, spoilers for all of you who have not read the chapters/only watch the anime or whatever. Do not read on.
To all of you who know already; I am freaking out because, literally, everything I hoped for actually happened by the end of Naruto. I really cannot await the movie(s), now.
So anyway, blame my dear friend Mythika who just babbles random stuff about Sasuke and Sakura and their daughter and gives me IDEAS! This will be a one-shot series revolving around the Uchiha family and new generation children, whenever inspiration strikes. Currently, three ideas have been born, of which two are still in progress, and one can be read right here. Status is complete, because, as said, it's One-shots.
So enjoy, squeal, and don't forget to review at the end, sweethearts
P.S.: Awesome cover image was found on tumblr :P
EDIT: One of you pointed out that I wrote "vermilion" instead of "viridian" at one point. I always, always get those two mixed up subconsciously. No, her eyes are not red, so do not worry ;) I cannot thank the person personally as it was a guest log-in, but in case you read it, thank you very much!
Speechless Talk
"I'll see you when I'm back..."
He remembered her face, greeting him at the gates; her eyes a complexion made out of the deepest essence of the ocean, combined with the most glorious emerald Sasuke could have ever imagined to exist.
Her warming smile, shooting through his body, rattling his spine, causing something pleasant and vaguely familiar to spread vigorously across the bridge of his nose.
"Okaerinasai, Sasuke-kun." Sweet and melodic; her voice flowed like a breeze of soothing, cool air on a horridly hostile summer's day.
Before he could fully comprehend what occurred, she had embraced him, holding his body tightly against her smooth, elegant and fitting curves.
After all this time...
She had waited...
His heart jolted uncharacteristically.
He did not deserve her...
"I'm home."
With startling cognition, he awoke, feeling something was off before it even transpired.
Sunlight glistened through the thin, semi-transparent curtains, tickling across his skin, brightening up patches of his bedroom.
Something weighty shifted beside him in discomfort.
He may correct; their bedroom.
Turning to the side, eggshell blankets sliding off his naked torso, he was met with the back of his wife facing him. She had a slim, silky beige top on that concealed barely any skin at all. He came to learn these past years that Sakura disliked too much clothing whilst in bed and outside of the colder, more demanding winter months.
The top rode up just in the slightest, revealing pale, tender skin which flexed.
She shifted.
And turned to face him, eyes shut softly, her expression serene yet...strained.
Observing her button nose wrinkle, her eyebrows furrow ever so slightly as her flushed cheeks moved up, strands of rebellious rose hair masking her beautiful features, Sasuke frowned.
She seemed to be battling with something. Maybe a nightmare? His plain, expressionless face concentrated on her vivid one, taking in every tiny detail. Her cherry lips twitched, saliva glittering on the surface.
Sasuke felt the peculiar urge within him to focus on those lips, feeling himself being compelled by their alluring...
No.
Concentrate, Uchiha.
Sakura shifted again, twisting her head away, the nape of her peachy neck being revealed to his obsidian orbs. Pink hair swung around, curling here, jutting out there, caressing her cheeks and slender shoulders. Involuntarily, his heart began to beat more ferociously, his ribcage becoming a cubicle much too small and crammed for it to fully excess itself.
Maybe, indeed, a nightmare. He knew those all too well; the memories of his past were like relentless wraiths, haunting him during every hour, so long he shut his eyes and be it for a second.
A wind picked up, rustling through the tilted window and leaving a lingering coolness behind. The raven-head's skin began to crawl from the sensation. It seemed the air had a mind of its own, spiralling through their bedroom, taking with it the overwhelming scent of cherries and forest fruits, as well as something sweet, yet flowery, defining the very essence that made out Sakura's fragrance.
Despite his prior repulsion towards sweet comestibles, Sakura's odour never grew repulsive. On the contrary; it was addictive. Something about it tugged at his nostrils, pulled at the inside of his body, grasping his lungs and heart and squeezing with delicacy. It was neither painful nor bothersome. It was lulling, somewhat soothing, like a promise sealed with an oath. Or a glass of cold water after a sweaty training session. Similar to the feeling of fire on a cold winter's night.
And all in all, it had an alluring, near to deadly nature about it that caused all of Sasuke to arouse without control.
He would never get enough of her.
His left hand reached out, wanting to touch her skin and feel the supple texture, yet he stopped in mid-air. He frowned at the bandaged limb, moving his fingers ever so slowly to test out the sensation of movement. It felt strange and foreign, but at the same time, it was completely a part of him as his actual arm had been.
Shortly after Sasuke returned from his long travels, Sakura had taken him to the hospital, deciding it was a fit time to take care of that missing arm of his, and return it so that he could shine in his former shinobi glory again.
Her concentrated visage; sweat forming at the top of her brow, threatening to spill across her face, as viridian eyes bore into the stump of his left arm, carefully attaching the cells of Hashirama onto it, allowing for the appendages to become a part of Sasuke's entire body. She knew she could not allow herself a single mistake.
He had touched her with that hand, and those fingers. And not always innocently.
The bed bounced again, warmth radiating off onto Sasuke from her body as she shuffled, a strangled moan erupting from her lips. It caught him out of his reverie.
He was about to call out silently and question what was displeasing her so much that she writhed and turned in their bed, maybe wake her carefully from the seeming nightmare, when, without further warning, Sakura flung herself up, duvets flying in a heap and landing on top of the Uchiha.
He scowled into the darkness that now enveloped him, pushing the covers off. All he saw were eager feet padding desperately across wooden planks, thrusting open the bedroom door and storming into what seemed to be the...
Vomit.
Bathroom.
Onyx orbs widened marginally, confused at the obscene noises he was forcefully listening to. Evidently, his wife was not well; sick, most likely, if she hurling the life out of her stomach was any indication.
It could not have been their dinner; it was perfect, the way it always was. She knew what he wanted and when he wanted it. She cooked with pride and care, and the taste never ceased to astound him. And besides, he felt perfectly fine.
'The hospital' Sasuke thought with a growing glower.
She loved to overwork herself with endless shifts, pouring into the night and keeping her awake for far longer than was healthy. Adding to that the many patients that bought with them a concoction of bacteria and bad health, she was constantly exposed to life-threatening illnesses.
Sakura nearly was, so Sasuke mustered with a wry smirk, in more danger daily than he. When he went to complete special endeavours in Naruto's name, or decided to continue travelling for some short weeks, maybe a month or two (but never longer, for his heart began to yearn for a certain pink-haired someone, much to his...annoyance) or simply completed a highly risky mission, he was never under as many threats as his wife.
He did not like that. But telling his wife so only earned him a light-hearted chuckle, a swift shake of the head and an, "Oh, Sasuke-kun, you can be so sweet."
Which all combined irritated him, and admittedly, he did not like that reaction from Sakura. He expected her to comply by his wishes, and adhere to his worries.
For he always worried about her; since before their days together as an item. Secretly, with careful gazes and lingering thoughts; no matter how many times he tried to deny them, or suppress them, or ignore them. They were there. And gradually, they drove him mad.
"Sakura." He called out with his deep, velvety voice, hoping she would respond with something other than barfing noises.
Finally having had enough of her implacable retching, Sasuke got up, the cold morning winds tugging at his abs and chest, yet he ignored it with a frown.
Approaching the entrance to their shared bedroom, he stepped outside as silently as a cat in the dark, halting when he stood in front of the bathroom.
She had just flushed the toilet, wiping her mouth and rinsing it out at the sink. She was shaking ever so slightly, her brows still furrowed painfully above her viridian eyes, which, much to his chagrin, stayed concealed from his view.
Sasuke scrutinized her tense composure. Sakura brushed the back of her hand against her forehead, pushing locks of pink aside.
"If I didn't know any better" he began once more, charcoal eyes laced with the tiniest hints of worry boring into her, "I'd tell you to go see a doctor."
Finally, finally (and why the hell did his breath stop for the slightest second? He was an Uchiha, god dammit!) she revealed her malachites to him, eyes sparkling with morning glory. She brushed through her bangs, not speaking a single word, just staring at his complexion, and he at hers.
"Need I drag you to Tsunade?" When had he become such a teasing man, smirking at her perplexed face?
He enjoyed it too much, for her eyes grew wider slightly.
"I want to see you try." She retorted, her voice raspy.
"Not like you'd put up much of a challenge." He could tell her scowl returning, and her shoulders broadening. She was going to cross her arms and demand in a very discording way what exactly she was to interpret into his words, when he quickly added, "You practically live at the hospital."
Her prior demeanour faded, and the tension within her limbs slacked, "I'll ask Shizune or someone to check me out." She shook it off, obviously not giving it much consideration, much to Sasuke's disgruntlement.
"Don't forget." Were his final words before he turned, leaving her behind in the bathroom as he made his way to the kitchen.
When Sakura returned that afternoon, Sasuke had already been back since an hour.
His meeting with Naruto, alias the Dobe had not been very long. They discussed a few political matters in and around Konoha, considered various new buildings they wanted to add and some small-fry problems that needed to be taken care of. A few training subjects were also debated about, as well as recommendation letters for diverse students into higher ranks.
Naruto had to leave in a hurry, together with Kakashi, in order to continue his training as soon-to-be-Hokage. Watching his former Sensei and team-mate talk nonsensically about vital matters was...unnerving and amusing at the same time.
Currently, the Uchiha husband sat on the porch of their house, going through his weapon pouch and polishing the smooth steel with a cloth.
He took in the sound of thudding feet which halted behind him, the all too familiar aroma of his wife invading his nostrils mercilessly, and the nervous tension that began to fill the air.
"Sasuke-kun?" her mellifluous voice queried.
"Hn." He kept on working, not taking note of the increasing uneasiness Sakura was currently facing.
Nor could he see vibrant glitter of her eyes, the flushed hue her cheeks had or the fact that she radiated not only nervousness, but eagerness, and thrilling, stupefying glee.
"I have something to tell you." It was her unspoken demand for him to turn around and face her properly, instead of treating her absentmindedly.
Placing down the last kunai, and neatly folding together his piece of cloth, he twisted his body so that he now faced her. He glanced upwards, watching her tilt her head as she blushed. She looked incredibly adorable and mesmerizing, then and there.
Never would he be able to speak such compliments, though. He was more of a practical flatterer. Thankfully, Sakura was well aware of that fact.
Still not pleased with her husbands seeming lack of attention, Sakura creased her eyebrows, silently pleading him to stand up and face her properly. Without much reluctance, Sasuke complied, placing a hand into his pocket as he stood opposite of Sakura.
The rose-haired kunoichi began to bite at her lower lip. She was evidently excited. What was she so joyous about? That she did not have cancer? What was it Shizune, or Tsunade, whomever, had discovered at the hospital? Or maybe it had naught to do with that?
"I'm pregnant." The terms left her mouth so rapidly that it took him several seconds to register that she had said something at all, and what it ultimately was.
"Congratulations." And the response came faster than he could conjure up a chidori.
Sasuke observed the shock forming on her face, eyes widening in horror. Before he would suffer under the consequences of her undoubtedly imposing fury, due to his lack of happiness upon the exciting news, he turned, sitting himself down onto the porch and grasping his shuriken.
Sakura lowered her head, eyes still as large as saucepans. Her hands fisted, her shoulders tensed, the scowl returned to her face.
Yet before she could burst and fully chastise Sasuke for his reaction, or lack thereof, she noted the stillness with which he sat.
The shuriken lay limply within his hand, the cloth resting atop his lap. He was scrunching it up, hard.
"Sasuke-kun?" She walked beside him, lowering herself onto the porch next to the man of her heart. Only then did she see his facial expression.
A sight, that, in all of her life, Sakura had never seen before and most likely never would again. It was new, and strange, and comical. It was so not Sasuke.
He was shocked.
A million different emotions ran through his eyes, his lips twitching, his face paling even more, eyes glazing over. He must have been deep in thought, completely overwhelmed by the news she had presented him with mere seconds ago.
All Sasuke could hear was the rushing of his gurgling blood and the tireless palpitating of his heart. And all he could think about was the fact that, soon, in most likely nine months, if he recalled correctly, there would be a mini-him toddling around, demanding his care and protection.
Or a mini-her.
A mini-both, most likely.
He did not know what he felt. What he should feel. It was all a mix and blend and chaotic conundrum. It made no sense.
Sasuke jerked when a warm hand covered his, pulling the shuriken delicately from his grasp and laying it back down, before it returned to intertwine itself with his fingers.
Sakura smiled warmingly at him, her eyes so full of bliss he knew she had problems containing herself, "It's okay, Sasuke-kun. To be scared."
"I'm going to be a terrible father." Was his stern response.
Sakura giggled, squeezing his fingers, "No, you're not. You'll do great." She turned her eyes to glance at their garden, obviously lost in thought. She was somewhere else; somewhere much too paradisical that he could join.
That evening, when Sakura served their dinner (they had both eaten hearty lunches, thus the Uchiha matriarch decided for something light for dinner), Sasuke's mouth rambled on more than he believed it ever would in all of his life.
"We need a room."
Sakura arched an eyebrow, setting the plate of lettuce and finely cut tomatoes down in front of her husband.
"Care to elaborate?"
"For the baby." his eyes met hers, holding her gaze firmly, "We'll need a cot. And a wardrobe. And toys. Lots of toys. A changing table, a stock of diaper, and food that is easy to chew. Wait, babies don't have teeth, right?" He was glaring at his salad.
"Sasuke, don't stress yourself now. We have time to sort all of it-"
"We'll need to make the house baby-proof. The kid could hurt itself easily, anytime. And we need to consider if she'll join the-"
"She?" Sakura was munching on her lettuce, grabbing her glass of water and gulping some of it down.
"I mean..." he frowned some more. If looks could burn, his tomato would have been charred, "I don't know if it'll be a girl..."
The light-hearted chortle of his wife caused him to avert his eyes back towards her.
"What would you call her?" Sakura questioned, her voice ever so soft and penetrating. It quenched the raging fire of anxiety and fear within him, coating his vibrating nerves in a thick layer of soft, cool wool. She had that magical effect on him; only now did he take more note of it, now that he had decided to let her in, completely.
For truthfully, she had always had that effect on him.
"Salad." What was wrong with him? His brain was a garbled mess of incoherent responses and unsuccessful logic.
"Salad?" She nearly spat said food out of her mouth as Sakura burst into a tear-filled laughter. It took her a few minutes to catch herself, clutching her stomach and wheezing as she wiped at the corner of her eyes, "Care to repeat that, Sasuke-kun?"
"I...I don't know...I wasn't thinking." God he sounded weak. Yet his facial demeanour betrayed nothing; the same, emotionless, nonchalant expression as always. The only give-aways were the slanted brows and his wife's incredible skill at reading the sentiments that flickered within his orbs.
Sakura giggled some more, placing her chin on her right hand as she leaned forwards, over the dining table, "Sarada. Sounds sweet."
Believing his counterpart to be mocking him, Sasuke focused his eyes onto hers, earning himself a devious smile, "Go on."
"Go on what?"
"Say whatever you need to stay. I take it the really stupid remarks will follow next time I see Naruto."
Sakura shrugged, unconcerned, "He named his son Boruto. Sarada is not the worst of options."
Either she was trying to soothe his gradually increasing uneasiness, or she was outright teasing him.
One way or another; when Sasuke's first born daughter came to view the light of this world, she was officially called Uchiha Sarada.
He asked himself if she would ever hate him for that decision, someday. Uchiha's had the tendency to hold grudges after all.
A/N: The inspiration came when my friend showed me a post on tumblr where Sakura told Sasuke she was pregnant, and he simply "congratulated" her and internally panicked. And yeah, let's all have a laugh at Sasuke's and Sakura's daughter's name. Like, ferserious. SALAD!?
So please, review if you squealed because SasuSaku is now CANON, and because they called their daughter SARADA, and GENERALLY TO SPILL OUT YOUR EMOTIOOONS!
Peace~