Hello fellow Naruto and SasuSaku fans :D I am full of feels since that chapter of Sasuke holding Sakura and the eye smex I'm just ahhh. So expect various more stories regarding their future and their kids :) this one is angsty tho be warned.
I hope you enjoy and please checkout my other stories if you like sasusaku or are a fan of Avatar TLA.
This story won't be too long, somewhere from 3-5 chapters. R&R!
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns Naruto not me. If I did Sasusaku and NaruHina would've been canon a long ass time ago.
The angry tension filled the kitchen very notably.
Sakura was busy washing the dishes left over from dinner, irritated as she glanced at the clock on the opposite wall.
Nearly eleven and the bastard isn't here yet, she mentally fumed. How long does it take to go to a meeting at the Hokage Tower? Naruto went home hours ago.
She became angrier by the second as she thought of her pompous ass of a husband.
Her hands gripped the newly cleaned plate so hard her knuckles turned white.
After a moment the plate shattered from her immense strength, cutting her fingers.
Sakura cursed softly as she cleaned the broken pieces and healed her hands with a swift motion of green chakra.
She shut off the water and sighed, placing a hand on her head.
Things between her and Sasuke had been tense and shakey for a few months now. They constantly fought until they were both red in the face over trivial things, they purposely ignored each other after a long day at work, and only truly acted civil towards each other either when they were out in public or when it was about the kids.
The Uchiha began taking longer solo missions whenever he didn't have much to do at the police station and always had an excuse for coming home late since they started fighting so much.
They hadn't made love in over three months. He didn't come home to kiss her passionately until she was out of breath anymore. Sasuke now acted almost as cold as he did back in Team Seven's early days. Well towards her anyway.
And sometimes he didn't even come home to spend time with their children. He would be out on "police business," or "clan affairs," or whatever bullshit excuse he could come up with on the spot.
The Uchiha couple hadn't even been married for so long; only under a decade ago and they were only thirty-two.
They were still young and had two young children who depended on them. So why was he being so selfish?
What angered the pink haired woman the most was that whatever resentment he had against her, he was taking out on everyone else. Tonight for example.
Tonight had been Itachi's inauguration before beginning the Academy the following year. It was a welcome to the new generation of young ninjas. The boy had been ecstatic and wanted nothing more than for his father to be there to share in his moment.
But no the dumbass called ahead saying he had a very important investigation going on and to not wait up.
The crushed look in Itachi's eyes broke Sakura's heart. And whenever Tsunade cried because Daddy wasn't there to tuck her in ached her heart as well.
The kids were so young, Itachi at seven years old and Tsunade was only four. They needed their father.
It didn't matter if things between them were bitter, damn it, he still had a responsibility to his children!
The sound of the front door of the manor opening and closing snapped the woman out of her angry thoughts.
Sasuke entered the kitchen, exhaustion written all over his handsome features as he pulled off his military police jacket and ran a hand through his raven locks.
He paused as he met the angry emerald slits of his wife as she stood before him, arms crossed over her chest, eyes burning with hurt and rage.
He sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was in no mood to deal with her tantrums.
They stared each other down for several long moments, neither backing down. Sasuke intensified his black gaze, hoping it'll make her look away so he could have some peace for the night.
But to no avail. She only narrowed her eyes even more, a fire in those green depths, as if challenging him to do his worst. She was never afraid of his little Uchiha glare.
He exhaled finally and turned his back to Sakura as he placed his jacket on the back of one of the chairs.
Sakura relished in this small victory before stepping closer to the infuriating man and voicing what she'd wondered all night.
"It's almost eleven. You haven't so much as called since this afternoon. Your shift ended hours go. Where the hell have you been?!"
The police chief turned to face the irritating woman and attempted to keep his cool, neutral face.
"Working. I told you I was in an investigation then I had a meeting with the Hokage-"
"BULLSHIT! Sasuke, your shift ended at seven. And for Kami's sake, Naruto left the office early because he and Hinata were going to Minato's inauguration of the Academy. Does that ring any bells?" She snarled. "Naruto is always busy, just like us. Yet he took time out of his schedule to be present for this! Why is it that even the fucking Hokage can take time out of work to be there for his son on a night as important as this, and you can't?! Do you have any idea how upset Itachi was? That his best friend's father was there when his own wasn't?"
Sasuke felt shame course through him for hurting his son, but he would make it up to Itachi. For now, he let no emotions cross his face as he stared Sakura down some more.
"Naruto told me he met with you at seven-thirty and he left at eight so he could be on time for the inauguration." Her face finally crumbled from anger into a sadness and despair he hadn't seen since during the war over a decade ago.
"Tell me the truth. Why are you avoiding us? Avoiding me? And you need to get your priorities straight, Sasuke Uchiha." She paused as she laughed sadly.
Sasuke raised an eye brow at this.
"I don't know what the fuck happened to us, Sasuke. But just because you hate me now for whatever reason, isn't an excuse to neglect your children. You've bearly spent any time with them this entire month, always away on week long missions, or at the station. You're turning into your father."
Before she could react, Sasuke flash-stepped in front of her, eyes livid and teeth clenched. He grasped her forearm. Not hard enough to harm her, but enough to grab her attention.
She gasped and looked at him. This man was acting so cold and uncaring. This wasn't her Sasuke-kun. This was a very watered down version of the ruthless Sasuke she'd tried to kill during the war.
She knew he wouldn't actually hurt her, but the steel in his eyes tore at her heart. She felt tears sting the back of her eyes.
"Never," he snarled. "Ever compare me to my father ever again. I am not him. I am a better father than he ever was. I am not neglecting my children. I have things to do, things I do precisely to protect them."
Sakura pumped a little chakra into her hands and pulled away from him. She planted her hands on his chest and shoved him with only a fraction of her infamous strength.
Just like his grip on her arm, the shove didn't hurt him, but it pushed him back until his back hit the wall.
The only thing that seemed constant between the two was that no matter how bitter things were between them, they could never physically hurt each other. It was a silent promise they'd made since the war ended.
He shook his head.
"I'm not hungry. I'm going to shower and I'll be sleeping in one of the guest rooms tonight. I'll take Itachi out for training tomorrow morning and talk to him."
He turned on his heel without another word and walked away.
Pain clenched the kunoichi's heart as she watched the retreating back of the man she loved- as painful right now as it was all those years ago when he'd left the village on his quest for revenge.
A sob was rising up her throat and she weakly called out to him.
"Sasuke," she croaked, heartbreak painfully evident in her voice.
He stopped but did not turn or even acknowledge her words. He simply waited for her to speak.
She gave his back a shakey smile as she supported her weight on the kitchen counter. "What happened to us? Just a year ago we were in love. We were happy. But now it seems we can't even stand being near each other. It seems the mere sight of me makes you angry. What happened to us?" She whispered.
Sasuke closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
Despite his cold exterior, he was hurting as badly as she was but he covered it up with anger and indifference. That's what he was best at it seemed.
A pregnant silence filled the room as she impatiently awaited his answer.
Finally, he slightly turned his head to the woman.
"I don't know," he whispered back before exiting the room and heading for the stairs.
Sakura was left frozen in her spot for several minutes, processing the fight, the cold indifference in his charcoal eyes, and the almost pained whisper he'd given her before departing from her company.
Once she heard the shower on, she broke down completely, sobbing on the counter and burying her head into her hands.
Her sobs were powerful in their grief, shaking her petite but strong frame significantly.
Where had things gone so wrong?
What has she done wrong?
Did he not love her anymore? Did he hate her now?
A whirlwind of emotions coursed through her like a raging storm.
Pain. Heartache. Disappointment.
Emotions she contributed to her early youth with Sasuke all too well.
She sobbed for almost ten minutes until her ninja senses heard the soft padding of little feet hesitantly approach the kitchen across the wooden floorboards.
Her eyes widened as she realized their shouting or her gross sobbing had awoken one of the kids.
She cursed herself and ferociously wiped her eyes, trying to regain her composure.
The kids had been submitted to witnessing and hearing plenty of nasty fights between their parents for the past few months.
She had never cried and kept a brave front for their sake. Sakura would not make things harder on them.
But now, month of pent up grief, despair, and frustration finally burst.
Itachi stood in the entrance of the kitchen, clad in his blue pajamas with the Uchiha crest on the back.
The boy was growing to be a beautiful child and a handsome little man. As he grew he resembled Sasuke very much but also began showing some traits from his mother. He was a good combination of them.
His hair was smooth and black like his father's with bangs on either sides of his face. His hair style resembled that of his namesake's.
His emerald eyes were concerned and a frown narrowed his young face.
"Mommy?" The child questioned as he slowly approached the woman. "Are you okay? Did-did Daddy hurt you?"
The medic nin smiled at the concern in her son's voice.
And as Sakura looked at her son, the serious concern on his face, the way worry contorted his sharp features, and the narrowing of his eyes, as if commanding her to answer his question, reminded her so much of his father.
This thought only made her sob louder, not being able to stop the tears.
Itachi dashed to her side and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Mommy? Did Dad hurt you?" He repeated with venom in his voice.
She was shocked at the sound of his voice. Itachi, her sweet little boy who adored his father, speaking almost on borderline hatred now.
She shook her head furiously. She knew that there was something in the Uchihas' blood that prompted them to love deeply, but also become hell bent on destruction and revenge when someone or something precious to them was taken away.
That was the reason why Sasuke had been corrupted by hatred and pain all those years.
Sakura bit her lip to prevent one last sob from escaping her lips. She kneeled down and hugged her son tightly to her chest.
She didn't care whatever happened with her and Sasuke. She would not allow her baby boy to go down that hellish path. He may have his father's taintful blood, but he also had her guidance and unconditional love.
She knew how important she was to Itachi. She didn't want him to resent his father for her sake.
As long as I'm alive, I will not let him become that way, she silently vowed.
She pulled away and placed her hands on Itachi's shoulders, her emerald eyes locking onto his.
"Your dad didn't hurt me, baby, I promise," she whispered. "We argued, but I'm just tired of fighting with him. He's a good man, he's just a little lost right now. Give it some time, okay?"
Itachi didn't look totally convinced. He was an intelligent child, taking more after his namesake than just his name and hair style. But he let it slide.
"Dad didn't come tonight," he said quietly. "But Minato's dad was there. Does Daddy not like me anymore?" Tears welled in the boy's eyes.
Sakura, not for the first time tonight, cursed her irresponsible husband.
Her previous sorrow was immediately replaced with anger at Sasuke and maternal protectiveness for her child.
"Shh," she soothed as she wiped a few tears on his face and carded her fingers through his unruly bangs softly. "Your father loves you very much, Itachi. You know that. He's sorry he wasn't able to come. But he's under a lot of pressure right now, he needs time to sort things out. But he told me he'd take you out to train in the morning and make it up to you."
The boy cheered up at this. "Really?"
Sakura nodded with a small smile.
"Yes. Now, it's late, let's get you to bed, my little ninja." She lifted the child into her arms, pushing some of her chakra since he was getting heavy, and carried Itachi to his room, quietly stroking his hair.
Just as she entered his bedroom, she heard him sleepily talk to her.
"Mommy? If Dad won't protect you anymore, I will."
Tears came to the woman's eyes at his words. She had no doubts her son told the truth.
"I know," she replied as she hugged him close before tucking him back into bed.
As she entered the master bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed and allowed a few more silent tears to slip down her cheeks.
Sasuke wrapped a clean towel around his waist as he exited the shower.
He ran a hand through his damp hair and exhaled sharply as he replayed the conversation with Sakura over and over again in his mind.
A sob was rising up her throat and she weakly called out to him.
"Sasuke," she croaked, heartbreak painfully evident in her voice.
He stopped but did not turn or even acknowledge her words. He simply waited for her to speak.
She gave his back a shakey smile as she supported her weight on the kitchen counter. "What happened to us? Just a year ago we were in love. We were happy. But now it seems we can't even stand being near each other. It seems the mere sight of me makes you angry. What happened to us?" She whispered.
Sasuke closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
Despite his cold exterior, he was hurting as badly as she was but he covered it up with anger and indifference. That's what he was best at it seemed.
A pregnant silence filled the room as she impatiently awaited his answer.
Finally, he slightly turned his head to the woman.
"I don't know," he whispered back before exiting the room and heading for the stairs.
Even during his shower, his keen ears had picked up on her sobbing.
He placed his head into his hands and swallowed the pain down. He can't live like this anymore.
The shinobi entered the guest room where he'd be spending the night. He slipped on some sleep pants and wrapped his father's old Uchiha patriarch robe around his torso, tying it at the waist.
It was a small comfort. Although they had their issues when he was alive, Sasuke had loved his father. Wearing his old robe made him feel connected to the deceased man somehow. Like he was meant to be Fugaku's true heir.
He padded down the hall to make rounds before locking up once he heard Sakura enter their bedroom.
A small voice halted his steps, however.
"Daddy?"
The man turned to see his small daughter standing outside her room, her pink tresses a mess, her dark eyes glossy with sleep. Tsunade was clad in her pink footsy pajamas with the Uchiha symbol on the back and her teddy bear clutched to her side.
Sasuke sighed. He leaned down to eye level with the girl. It didn't help ease his mind the fact that she looks so much like her mother.
"What is it, Princess? It's late, you should be asleep," he whispered.
Tsunade was just like Sakura, bringing out his softer side.
He mentally slapped himself and tried banishing thoughts of his wife for a moment.
Tsunade stared deeply into his onyx eyes with her own. Black met black as they took each other in.
"I miss you, Daddy. Will you tuck me in?" She raised her arms up to him for emphasis.
Sasuke softened and picked her up into his strong arms.
Tsunade wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek softly against his chest.
She loved listening to her daddy's heartbeat; it was the most soothing sound in the world. Just like Mommy's lullabies, she decided.
In his strong arms, no one could hurt her. No monster or evil man could get her, because her daddy was a powerful ninja and the strongest man in the world.
He could beat up anyone, even Uncle Naruto.
She held on tight to Sasuke as he rubbed her back as they entered her bedroom.
It was a small yet comfortable room with posters of girly things everywhere. The small night light beside the bed was lit up with teddy stickers. Her walls were painted a shade of pink that matched her hair and there way too many stuffed animals on her bed.
"Daddy, I miss you tucking me in. Will you keep doing it pwease?" Pleaded the soft voice.
This tugged at his heart strings. Tsunade was truly his weakness.
And the way she and Itachi looked up to him as if he were the best man in the world. He felt ashamed. He did not deserve such love and admiration his children showered him with.
He dreaded the day they were old enough to learn about his dark past and the truth of why there were no other Uchihas besides them.
He pushed those unhelpful thoughts to the darkest recesses of his mind and hugged his little girl close before setting her gently down on the bed.
"I promise I will. I'm sorry I've been away princess, I've had a lot of work to do."
Tsunade nodded as Sasuke tucked her in before kissing her forehead gently. "Go to sleep, Tsunade. It's late. Good night."
He turned and was about to close the door behind him when he heard a sleepy, "I love you, Daddy."
Sasuke stood for a moment before softly whispering, "Love you, too, Princess," before closing the door and making his way to the guest room.
As he passed the halls, he could only think of the painful whisper of his name on his wife's lips.
He sighed for the thousandth time that night as he entered his room.
Couldn't Sakura understand? They didn't know how to live this way anymore.
They couldn't go on like this.
New sasusaku story I am on a roll.
This one's a headcanon I have. They wouldn't have the perfect marriage, ya know?
I'm sorry for anyone who may think I'm making Sasuke an asshole here but he's hurting too and being cold is his way of coping. There are reasons for this.
So, let's make a deal. You guys review and I update? ;) please?
~Foreveralways
