A Gift From My Dear Wife
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto/Naruto Shippuden nor any of the characters.
Summary: I wrote this based on the last chapter. Sasuke and Sakura simplistic pairing. Short and sweet.
Rating: K
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The sores that soaked me from within for the days that last us apart for the countless weeks where we lost our moments together; on the day we met back where our souls connected on the harmony of measured love from the doorsteps of the departure from our lost times.
The years that had been settled in the investment of my love upon this wondrous little beautiful emerald eyed girl that filled my world in heart-warming gestures. The locks of the beautiful cherry blossoms that painted her hairs in the shades of pinks that filled me with endless joys of knowing that love had settled back to me.
Though within the deepest reset of my chambered heart where I often locked away my heart beyond the blackness of ebony that leaked in strands upon my hairs and the cold blooded nature that lurked in the mysteriousness in my eyes. Those times that I rested myself when I ran on my own missions to see the world and return back to my wife and child for myself slumbered into sadness that erupted in clouding my judgment from seeing happiness in those lonely times. The tone of my world dulled on those times…I wished separation from my wife and child. Though, on the occasion that I lost my love for a few weeks, in those weeks I realized how I treasured this beautiful one that I longed to hold forever in my arms.
Decorated in a beautiful smile, she waltzed back into my life carrying with her a gift-box in the absolute wrapping of white and black; offering the box to my hand where I tugged at the ribbon of the black lace that remarked it unravelling of her gift to find it were a new katana of sorts that wore itself into my hands.
The beautiful blade that carried itself in a sheath of flowered embroidered of hibiscuses, wisterias and lotuses danced brightly under the glossed touches of the lime-light whence in my capable world revealing a blade adorned in two styles; a double edged sword-ed blade. The beautiful cherry blossomed haired one adorned herself brightly anew in the wedded bliss grabbing our child and hugging her up into her arms; as she held my child in her arms...I continued to glance upon the blade that I wielded with both hands in an attempt to reveal the style of the craftsmanship. It echoed of something precious to keep since it came from my wife who offered me it with love.
She offered me her love in a silver platter representing that love here on our floors of the oak-filled grounds that shone beneath our feet in this little house we called our home.
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