Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they're Kishibaka's.
For MitsukiShiroi.
The Gift
It was outrageous.
How could she stay at the hospital for that long?!
She needed to be there with him, needed to play her part as the Uchiha's lovely wife. She needed to be there when he got home after his missions, not the other way around!
Sasuke breathed a sigh, trying not to be chauvinistic... but he really was upset with the fact that Sakura spent too much time in that moronic hospital, taking care of those moronic sick and injured people, when she should be home, making him those delicious dinners (tomatoes always included), and taking care of him.
He hadn't seen her in four consecutive days now.
Naruto told him to chill out; because she was the Hokage's right hand, she needed to help at the hospital. It wasn't because she had that amazing healing chakra, but the feel to help someone when it was needed. She said it was her duty to Konoha, since he had his own obligation with the village as a brand new Jounin with three rookie students under his command.
Soon he learned that taking care of three brats was exhausting, but he was comforted by the thought that he had his own personal nurse at home.
Her voice when she closed the door was merely a mumble, hard evidence of her exhaustion. He was already in bed when she walked in and stripped out of her clothes, climbing in beside him.
His arms were rejected because she was tired and in pain. Damn PMS, he cursed mentally and he was fast asleep in the blink of an eye.
She was gone when he woke up before dawn. He cursed again.
She hadn't realized it was his birthday that day. Feeling a little betrayed he went through his daily routines with his students while brooding on and on about that wife of his, working her ass off in that stupid hospital and not paying any attention to her devoted husband.
He waved off his student's attempts to treat him for lunch, dismissing them with a petty excuse and went straight home. He was in the mood for a fight, and Sakura was the main target.
Oh, she was going down bad, he thought when he saw the lights of their house were off. She hadn't even gone home that day? Sasuke opened the door, fuming. She was going to suffer the biggest rant ever, he swore.
But why was he getting the feeling that he wasn't alone in the house? he thought, pulling out a kunai and activating his Sharingan.
"SURPRISE!!!"
There they were; all his friends from the Academy, his students, the old Rookie Nine, Gai's Team, Kakashi, Naruto... and Sakura.
His Sharingan widened when he saw what she had done.
"Happy birthday, Sasuke-kun," she said, blushing a little when she noticed his gaze on her chest. Truly, she was working too much and she knew her husband was annoyed with that fact, and that's why she'd come up with that "gift".
Tsunade performed the surgery, teasing her about her secret desire to look like her Shishou. Sakura paid no attention to her, imagining Sasuke's face when she presented this gift to him. Granted, he told her he loved her body the way it was, but she knew about his secret, catching his sidelong glances to her Shishou's torso. Big breasts were one of his weaknesses.
He didn't pay any attention to Naruto's mischievous jokes, Kakashi's cheerful comments about the rebirth of the Uchiha Clan and Gai's joyous claims about the spring of youth being pumped up. Instead he kept observing his wife, smirking at him in that particular way.
He forgave every day of her neglect that night.
--
- Tenna' ento lye omenta -