AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is just something I thought of when I was looking at some images of Sakura with long hair. It is based during Sasuke's redemption years.
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Of Raven & Rose-Gold Tresses
Sasuke's course hands ran through Sakura's hair, her tresses falling through his fingers effortlessly. Her hair had grown inches since she had joined him along his travels of redemption – it now reaching down just above her backside – but somehow she always managed to make it remain silky and smooth to the touch. It was something that always astounded him considering his own hair had grown semi-rough and coarse from all his travels and she had now been with him for near on two and a half years.
He looked down at her, resting peacefully on his lap"Sakura," he murmured, stirring her lightly
She tilted her head back slightly, looking up at him with her green eyes, "Mm?"
He reached down to her head, massaging it gently with his hand and she sighed quietly, following his movements. Giving a few more strokes, Sasuke then began his ritual of running his hands through her hair again. In his peripheral vision, he saw Sakura looking slightly put-out by him suddenly stopping his massage, "I always did prefer long hair you know" he started, "but with you it never mattered."
Sakura smiled gently up at him and closed her eyes again. She didn't need to say anything to him. He knew that simple statement meant more to her than he could understand. It was true however, after he found out she cut it in desperation to continue protecting him and Naruto when they were younger competing in the Chunin exams, he found a new admiration for her and a likeness for it.
"What kind of hair do you think she'll have?" he questioned
Sakura opened her eyes, taken aback briefly by his surprising question. He watched as her hand slowly went down to circle her stomach. She wasn't far along, but he could see a small bump forming under her sleeveless red qipao dress. She smiled softly and looked up at him under yer thick eyelashes, "you think it's a girl?" she asked quietly.
Sasuke looked back at her, "yeah"
Sakura shut her eyes again and Sasuke moved his head back against the tree and continued moving his hands through her hair, "I think she'll have lovely hair Sasuke."
"Will it be soft like yours?" he questioned after a while.
"Yes, she'll have soft hair"
"What colour?" he asked again.
"The colour of your clan Sasuke. It'll be dark, it'll be ethereal, and it'll be beautiful and striking against her skin. It'll be like your mother's Sasuke. It'll be the colour of Mikoto's hair."
Sasuke's breath hitched and his hands stilled. Sakura's comment about his mother left him with a powerful sense of pride and adoration that both words escaped him and stilled his movements. Sasuke's mind flashed to his mother's smile, her hair moving gently in the wind when she looked towards him, how it cascaded down on to his head when she held him, how he would find her long tresses throughout the house. She always did have beautiful hair.
Sasuke looked down to Sakura, watching as her hand rested on her stomach, her breathing deep and calm, "I wouldn't mind if she had rose-gold hair either"
Sakura laughed gently, "maybe the next one Sasuke"
Sasuke breathed out, heart swelling and looking up to the sky, "Yeah, the next one"
- fin
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