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notes: "Oyasuminasai" is good night in japanese.
dedication: to fanfiction(dot)net because here i am and there you are.
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1. His Punishment
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Some nights Sasuke thinks Sakura is untouchable.
He decides this as they both lay on bed while Sakura is inches from him, asleep. He stares at her as she faces him.
Her mouth is slightly agape and her lashes are touching rosen cheeks, Sasuke believes he is looking at a fallen angel. Her skin is so white and form so delicate beneath her flimsy night gown, Sasuke knows he can easily destroy this being beside him. And no matter how he looks at it he is a demon.
He tries to think of a reason why Kami-sama let him have her. After all he did, all he destroyed, all he killed, he doesn't deserve this peaceful night on a bed with his wife.
Sakura stirs. Her brows scrunch and hands fumble, trying to find something-someone. Then, she mumbles,
"S'ske-kun?"
Sasuke is half-startled, half-sympathetic. Sakura is doing her best to cling to him while he does his best to dodge her.
He feels that if he touches her, she will crumble, will break, will disappear to reveal the truth of his deserved solitude.
She peeks an eye at him,
"C'mere..."
She smiles while she's still half-asleep and puts her hand on his nape then burrows into him like a kitten on its mother.
"Go to sleep now..." Her voice vibrates on his throat and is lost again as she succumbs back to her dreams.
All Sasuke could see now is a head of pink underneath his chin. His eyes soften then and he lets himself wrap his arms around her.
He closes his eyes and accepts that this is his punishment, fulfill the happiness of a fallen angel.
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