Title: Family Painting
Prompt: The smell of fresh paint
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, it's superstar's Masashi Kishimoto's.
"I would like a pink bedroom." Sakura said and crossed her arms. Having a new house was a big trouble.
"You must be kidding." Sasuke said and looked at her with a deadly glare, which Sakura ignored.
"Come on Sasuke!" she said in a begging tone. "It's not like someone is gonna get in our room and see it."
"Well, I will be seeing it!" Sasuke exclaimed and ran his hand in his hair. He and Sakura were married for ten years and that was funny because they were only twenty nine years old. The truth was that the main reason they wanted to get married as soon as possible was the birth of their first daughter, Suki, when they were nineteen.
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Please, Sasuke-kun?"
"No."
Sakura looked at him with puppy eyes and Sasuke turned his head to the other way so he wouldn't resist.
Newspapers were on the floor along with brushes and buckets of paint. Painting their new home was so much trouble, a lot more than having one.
"Sasuke-kun."Poke."Sasuke-kun." Poke. "Sasuke-kun."
Sasuke turned his hand and looked at his beloved wife. She was already holding a brush in her hand and was looking at him. Her mouth was now a stubborn line, like she wanted candies and he wasn't giving her.
"Sakura" he said and held her shoulders. "I really love you. But I really don't want to have a pink bedroom. Could you do this for me?" Sakura sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Well" she said "okay. But if not pink, could we at least paint it red?"
Sasuke smirked. "I think red is okay." Sakura smiled at him and stood on her tiptoes for a sweet kiss. Sasuke loved her and she loved him too. The electricity they were feeling with every single kiss was unique. It was a feeling that they kept together, like a secret that must be known only of them.
"Mummyyyy!" they heard a complaining voice from the corridor outside the room. They pulled away and their ten year old and also oldest daughter appeared at the door.
The smell of fresh paint filled the room. "Mummy, Katzumi threw paint on me!" Suki complained. Her T-shirt had paint splashes on it. She looked really cute, with her big black eyes and her long black hair falling on her back.
Before Sakura and Sasuke could say something, they heard footsteps and Katzumi made his way in the room. "She's lying!" he screamed. He had blue paint on his cheeks and blue hand stamps were on his T-shirt. He looked like a little funny Indian.
"Me and Miyoko were playing Indians and Cowboys and she said she wanted to play and she was a cowboy and I caught her and it's not my fault and I-" Sakura put her finger on her little son's mouth.
"Katzumi" Sakura said and her eight year son looked at her. Emerald eyes met other emerald eyes. "It's okay."
Katzumi turned his head and stuck his tongue at his sister. "That doesn't mean though" his father said "that you had right." Katzumi looked at him. "You shouldn't have done this to your sister."
"I know." Katzumi said and gave him a wide smile. "Say sorry, then." Sasuke said.
Katzumi looked at Suki. "Sorry Suki." Sasuke smirked and shuffled his son's black chicken butt like hair. The children ran out of the room.
Sakura took the bucket with the red color and opened it. The smell of fresh paint filled again the room. "Could you please start painting?" Sakura asked him. "I'm going to check the kids."
"Okay." he said and with a smirk he gave her a kiss.
"If you think that with kissing me you'll get away with not painting our room pink, you are wrong." she joked and stuck her tongue to Sasuke.
Sasuke smirked at her. "You're so childish sometimes."
"Who's talking" commented Sakura.
"Hn." was the response and Sakura walked out of the room, carefully so she wouldn't touch the corridor's walls which were already painted.
She walked down the stairs and looked at the stroller in the living which was away from the smell of paint.
She looked in it, at the two year old twins which were sleeping peacefully, Yuki and Hikari. Sakura smiled at the little girls and walked up the stairs again, only too find a room full of hand stamps on the walls.
Her seven year old daughter, Miyoko, was jumping up and down saying "I'm the paint queen now!", while Katzumi and Suki were putting paint on each other's faces.
"Guys?" Sakura said and the three of them noticed her.
"Ah-oh." Miyoko said and stopped jumping.
They didn't say anything. "Sorry, mom." Suki said after a short silence.
Sakura didn't say anything for a bit. "Well" she started. "You know you did a mistake."
"Yes" the three said.
"But I like how it turned into." Sakura said and they looked at her. She smiled at them. "If you want your room to be like that I don't mind, seriously."
Miyoko hugged her mom. "You're the best there is." Her long pink hair smelled like cherries.
"Anyway" Sakura said and smiled again. "I want you to help me with something."
"What is it?" Suki said and crossed her arms. She looked exactly like her father.
"Listen up"
Sasuke was painting the room when he realized that there was too much silence in the house. He looked at the door but Sakura was not there.
Strange, he thought. Usually there was a lot noise in his house.
He turned his back and continued painting.
"Now!" he heard Sakura's voice and turned, only to see pink paint coming on him. Before he could do something, he was covered with pink paint, by his own wife and children.
They were laughing like crazy and Sakura moved to Sasuke who was simply looking at them with a deadly look.
Sakura smiled at him. "This is because you didn't agree to paint our room pink." she said and before he could say anything she kissed him. "And this" she said "because I love you."
Sasuke couldn't help but smirked. "Me too."
"Mom, dad, that's so gross!" Suki screamed and the children started making puke sounds.
"Come on, quit being like your dad, guys!" Sakura joked. That moment they heard the babies crying.
"Oh the babies!" Sakura said and ran out of the door.
And the smell of fresh paint made her way in everyone's memories of that day.
My first time in SasuSaku Month!Hope you liked it!
-Elfriede-
