Author: Giang Tien (little miss saigon)

Date started: 7/15/15

Date posted: 7/20/15

Rating: T just to be safe

Prompts: random little thoughts flying around one's head late into the night. beleaguering your head until you decide "FINE. I'LL WRITE THE STUPID PROMPT OF HOW THE GUY YOU LIKE PROBABLY WISHES FOR THE DREAM GIRL BUT HE ONLY GETS YOU. SO SUCK ON THAT YA ASSHAT!"

Ship: SasuSaku

Summary: Sasuke envisioned the perfect wife. Instead, he got Sakura.

Author's note: okay so while ive loved naruto for like, forever, its only recently ive decided to delve deeply into this world. so pardon any thing implausible or utterly inaccurate or stuff about canon because im wAYY behind in getting caught up and am a total newbie in this world. so this is gonna be like 90% BS and hoping for the best as i take the stuff i read in other fanfics, hope they were accurate canon details and stick em into my own fanfic.

kk thnxs ily

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For all his talk about his goals (which were, by any therapist's terms, completely and utterly psychotic), Sasuke clearly had issues fulfilling them.

So. Maybe he had killed his brother. Avenged his clan. Then subsequently avenged his brother. Then avenged everything else by declaring to become Hokage (however that worked, as he ignored the indignant screeching of Naruto in the background). Goal one, finished.

Goal two- restoring his clan.

Ehhh… he was, admittedly, a little far from that.

So one sunny Konoha morning, he decided that yes, he was going to find his future wife. Today.

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A year.

That's how long it had taken for the Shinobi Nations to recover from the Fourth Great Shinobi War. But it was all fine and dandy after that. Peace was restored, the Bijuu wandering the world, no longer as bringers of calamities (well, except for Kurama and Gyuki who decided to stick with their Jinchuurikis) and hopefully no one would accost them, and Kakashi (surprisingly) the Rokudaime until Naruto could ascend him.

Best of all, though in his heart of hearts and Sasuke would never admit it, he was home. With his family- Team 7.

"Sasuke-kunnnn!"

Walking down the streets of Konoha and avoiding the stares and whispers ("Look, it's the Uchiha survivor!" "Wow, he really came through in the war!" "KYAAAAA HE'S SO HANDSOME! SASUKE-KUN, LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES!" "His probation is almost over, you here that?") with his hands in his pockets as usual, he headed towards Ichiraku's for lunch.

Since he had returned, he had opted to still wear his outfit before- with a few minor adjustments. He still wore the high-collared purple shirt with the uchiwa fan embroidered on his back, the wraparound on his waist and the black pants but instead of the purple belt roping around his waist, he had opted for his old Konoha hitai-ate.

Sure, he was on probation. And with the stupid seals on his wrists, he couldn't channel any chakra, and subsequently ninjutsu and so no training. It was barely a week since his ANBU guards had been taken off duty, and since then he'd been practicing taijutsu when he could.

He considered himself lucky, he mused, head snapping up at a familiar voice calling his name, that the Godaime had pretty much lobbed the title at Kakashi right after the war for a much needed retirement. So when his trial came to, he had Kakashi, the current Rokudaime; Naruto, Kakashi's soon-to-be successor; and Sakura, one of the most notorious iryo-nin in all the nations of her strength, medical prowess and reputation as the Godaime's apprentice vouching for him. The elders (he growled slightly, thinking of them) had no choice but to comply with their wishes- a short probation of only a year and a half before being considered a full-fledged genin (again, a growl) and free of any charges.

"Oi, teme!" Naruto's raspy, impatient voice cut through the muggy afternoon air as the boy waved animatedly towards his friend.

Sasuke slowly meandered his way towards Naruto, smirking and greeting him with a small "hn." He slipped into the seat between Naruto and Sakura.

"Hi, Sasuke-kun," Sakura chirped, blinking at him. She had a small smile, just an upward curve of the corner of her lips.

Sasuke had one of those few "how-people-have-changed' moments. But then he supposed it was appropriate.

"Oi! Pops! One bowl of tonkotsu ramen with extra chashu!" Naruto yelled.

"On it!" Teuchi cheerfully called back, turning away to tend to the broth as Ayame prepared the noodles. "On the house for the future Hokage!"

"Yosh! I knew being Hokage would have it's perks, dattebayo!" Naruto pumped his fist in the arm, salivating at the prospect of food.

Naruto definitely had changed. A lot. He was taller from when they were thirteen, and Sasuke was starting to respect the dobe's power. Son of Yondaime, eventually controlling the Kyuubi… the list of surprises went on. (Not that he would ever openly admit that Naruto was almost his equal. Just almost.) His hair was just as unruly and the same shade of blonde. His eyes still sparkled like a kid in a candy shop when he got his hands on some ramen (no, like seriously, for someone in-line for the title of Hokage, he could be such a baby sometimes). But his face had elongated and thinned out, looking less like a little boy and more mature every day.

Naruto wasn't the same, though. He didn't carry about that air of happy, childish naivete anymore. There was a slightly more jaded and heavy air about him,

But that was easily expected of him. He'd grown up, and matured. Maybe the biggest surprise was Sakura.

Physically, she hadn't changed much except to blossom. Her forehead was still rather big, but she'd grown into it. Her face was longer and heart-shaped, thinner with higher cheekbones. She looked more mature, but she was still Sakura. Her pale skin would flush every time she yelled at Naruto (and there were plenty of reasons to do so). Her pink hair was neatly kept at the same length, her pink hitai-ate tied on her head like a headband, and her eyes the all-so familiar shade of light apple-jade green.

"Oi! Teme, why are you staring at Sakura-chan like that?" The boy's completely innocently oblivious stare was fixated on Sasuke quizzically. His head was tilted to the side.

With enough venom in his glare to make even Sasori jealous, Sasuke returned the stare. "Tch. I wasn't staring."

"Yeah! You were! And your face got all weird… like, blissed out." Naruto furrowed his brow, and ignored the tonkotsu ramen with extra chashu placed in front of him.

"Hn," Sasuke forcefully grunted, pink dusting his cheeks. Was his expression so strange, it would derail Naruto's attention from ramen?

Sakura had been listening to the entire conversation apparently. A vein throbbed on her forehead, and her eye twitched. Slowly, she cracked her knuckles and gave Naruto her famous glare of death. "Naruto…" she started slowly, "if anything, you'd be staring at me like the damn pervert you are."

"Eh...ehehehe...ehehe… Sakura-chan, you know it's not like that," Naruto chucked nervously, feigning cheerfulness instead of fear, his hands held up in a placating gesture.

"Ah," a familiar voice chimed in, "so Ugly's at it again?"

As if his day couldn't get more… annoying.

As Sasuke's replacement settled right down on the stool next to Sakura, with his ever-present fake smile plastered on his face, Sai ignored Sakura's glare. He was clad in his civilian wear- loose fitting black pants and a collared, button-up shirt. His dark hair was the same shade of his clothes- so inky black.

Like a laser, the pinkette slowly shifted her murderous gaze from Naruto to Sai. The pasty-complexioned boy appeared to be unaffected, but Sasuke knew better from the sheen of sweat on his forehead and the slightly strain on his smile.

"Is Kakashi-sensei late again?" Naruto commented, successfully defusing the tension in the air. The Jinchuuriki's guileless blue gaze drifted from Sakura to Sai, apparently gauging if he should make a run for it if the situation became bloody.

"No." Sasuke reached for a pair of chopsticks from the cup, and Sakura handed one to him silently. He grunted his thanks. "He's on a mission."

"Ehhh?" Naruto whined, slurping up noodles, "Typical old geezer. Ditching us just when the rest of us come back from a mission."

Sakura wrinkled her nose, primly digging into her shoyu ramen. "Geez, Naruto. Have some manners, will you?"

Sai cheerfully pulled his bowl of miso ramen towards himself, breaking apart his pair of chopsticks. "I read in a book that bad manners are unattractive to women. Dickless, if you want Ugly to- what's the phrase?- let you get in her pants, you might want to exhibit better manners."

It was moments like these Sasuke missed. But it was also a lie to say he was less than pleased.

Naruto effectively choked, snorting up more ramen noodles than healthy. Sakura's eyes bulged as she spat out the bit of broth she had sipped, glaring at Sai with the utter intent to terminate. As for Sasuke- well, he saw red.

A lot of it.

He wasn't jealous- no, hah that wasn't the cause- or protective- because Uchihas did not get jealous. But the thought… of Naruto and Sakura…

The flimsy chopsticks easily broke in his tightening grip.

"Eh? Sasuke-kun? Everything alright?" Sakura handed him another pair of chopsticks, mildly concerned. He tried to ignore the mesmerizing way her pink hair framed her face, the way her eyebrows dipped downwards as she frowned, and the pretty shade of green her eyes were. Were they always that luminosu?

"Hn." He glared balefully at Sai, dark hair falling across his gaze. He had never liked the boy, and what he had just said added a whole new reason to hating his name in private.

"B-but- well- I mean- I like Sakura-chan-b-but not in that way- anymore- ahaha-" Naruto nervously spluttered, glancing at Sasuke in vain for assistance.

"We all know it's you and Hinata-chan," Sakura playfully jibed, taking a bite of the chashu slices in her bowl.

"Yeah, yeah… me and Hinata-chan… dattebayo!" he grumbled, slurping up the broth messily.

Sakura laughed.

Somewhere in the back of Sasuke's mind, he decided he liked that sound.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun," Sai said, pausing from eating his miso ramen, "if I recall, you had two goal. You have already exacted your revenge, and so your second goal is to revive your clan… but if you're anything like Dickless, you'd be completely hopeless, clueless, and dickless."

Sasuke was absently wondering as he slowly began to shatter his spoon if he should kill Sai. Then he wouldn't have to tell the stupid pale bastard to shut up anymore.

Sakura looked slightly concerned for Sai's future, if he even had one to fulfill at this point. Naruto was just barely suppressing his laughter.

"So, do you have a candidate for a matriarch in mind?"

Well. That wasn't as bad as he had expected it to be.

"Well…" Naruto chewed slowly, "she would have to be able to put up with Sasuke-teme's shit. She would have to be able to have children… preferably from a good background. Oh, classy manners, and isn't an annoying fangirl. Has to know how to cook some supremely kick-ass onigiri, understand his fetish for tomatoes, and can clean and be a perfect housewife."

Sasuke grunted. Though in agreement or dissent, it was hard to tell.

"Is that accurate, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura's voice betrayed no sign of jealousy or displeasure. She sounded neutral, her now-calm gaze trained on his face. He calmly met her gaze, onyx eyes devoid of betraying any emotion.

"Hai." He paused to take a sip of his broth. "But although that is the ideal, it's not what I am looking for."

Sakura stared at him. "What?"

Sai looked mildly amused, unlike Naruto who looked positively lost.

"Ehhhh? Teme- but-but that would be the perfect wife for a Uchiha bastard like you!" he yelled (when did he not?), flailing his arms. Sasuke wasn't sure if the orange tracksuit the stupid idiot still wore could possibly burn his retinas any further.

"Then what do you want, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura asked in a soft voice.

He smirked.

His kiss, with the scent of pine and cinnamon, left her feeling dizzy and infatuated.

He was always a picky sort of guy.