"So it really is pink? No doubt whatsoever about it?" asked Sasuke, a little earnestly.
Sakura turned around from the stove and threw him a strange look. "Okay, this is the third time you're asking me. I can give you a different answer if it'll please you." She transferred the eggs onto a plate and walked over to the table where Sasuke was seated.
"Though it won't change the fact that my hair. Really. IS. Pink." she continued, thumping the plate on his table for added emphasis. The eggs wobbled dangerously close to the edge and threatened to slide onto his spotless pants.
Sasuke hurriedly placed a reassuring hand on Sakura's arm. "I thought you might have dyed it. It's okay, it's not that bad-"
Sakura pulled back her hand angrily. An egg slid off and settled uncomfortably on the table. "Let me tell you, I LIKE my hair."
Sasuke picked up a fork and poked the misplaced egg. "But it's bubblegum pink", he whispered loudly, staring at the egg.
Sakura sighed and grabbed her mug of coffee. "Sasuke, it's my hair, why are you so obsessed about it?" She sat down across the table.
Sasuke finally gave up on trying to make the egg jump by poking it and looked at Sakura seriously. "It's because…you see, if we…ever have…kids…" he cleared his throat before continuing. "I don't want my sons to have pink hair.", he announced, staring down at her like a judge passing a judgment.
When that failed to elicit a reaction from Sakura who just stared at him from the rim of her mug, he went on, "The Uchiha clan would never live it down. Uchiha men will be labeled as freaks". His eyes widened slightly, as he imagined the potential disaster.
Sakura set down her mug and narrowed her eyes. "You're already freaks. Have you seen your eyes in the mirror? They'd give anyone the creeps." she said, making a face.
"The Sharingan is cool." said Sasuke, now poking the other eggs on his plate sadly.
"Cool?" Sakura asked, incredulously. "Maybe in battle, but waking up in the middle of the night to see a ball of Sharingan staring down at you is NOT cool." Her voice dropped and she clutched the table tightly. "I had nightmares about being in a red, burning hell for the next three nights" she whispered, crouching under the table at the recollection of the horrible memories.
"I already apologized! I was only trying to read your chakra patterns while you were asleep, I didn't mean to scare you" Sasuke said quickly, thinking it was time to drop the argument. He gave the eggs a final poke, decided he didn't want to eat them, and went to coax Sakura out from under the table.
"I'm sorry I made fun of your hair, it's really…pretty" he said thoughtfully. He did like her hair, he just didn't want his children to have it. "Besides, if you didn't have pink hair, you wouldn't be named Sakura, ne? Your name's pretty too."
Sakura saw through the flattery, but came out from under the table anyways. A hug later, the argument was buried and Sakura went upstairs to shampoo and condition her bubblegum pink hair.
Sasuke grabbed the PhoneBook from the table and looked for the number of his hairdresser. There was no way he was taking a risk. He was going to reserve dye-appointments as a gift for his unborn sons…