So I just wanted let y'all know that this story takes place after Sasuke, Naruto, Chocho and Sarada went to save Sakura and then Sasuke leaves. Y'all are like "SAsUke neVer lOved SAkura" well on some level I feel like he did. Or at least in MY story a small part of him does. He would also be hurt by other things.

It's not really occ but Sasuke's lost trust in his friends would hurt more than Sakura's cheating itself. Another thing I liked to point out is that Sasuke would feel highly insulted if his friends would pull shit like that. Sasuke is a very prideful and cocky person who likes to know when shits going down. The fact that his friends did that pissed him off. A lot. At the same time he would feel betrayed because he relied on a lot (or at least in my story) Sakura's love for him. Same with Naruto. They both relied so heavily on the fact that both women would love them forever do they always had something to come back to. When Sakura pulled that cheating shit he lost the little of stability he had. Soooooo...Yeah. hoped I cleared some shit up.

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Sasuke groaned as he leaned into the most comfortable pillow in the world. At first, his instincts told him to wake the fuck up, but he resisted. He was very sensitive to chakra and if someone came at him with killer intent he would feel it. But whatever the thing was it wouldn't harm him. Besides, he hadn't slept in months. He barely slept always keeping his guard up in case he was attacked. So when he woke up to the deliciously soft and lavender smelling pillow his sleep-addled mind did not think. He touched. And he had to say the thing was quite soft. Well, it was until it started closing his chakra points. Wait? Closing his chakra. Damn! That soft delicious-smelling thing that he mostly likely groped was Hinata. Shit.

When Hinata Uzumaki awoke to hands roaming over her body she did not react like most women would in the situation. She did not reciprocate the obviously half awake Uchiha. She 64 palmed his ass. Luckily at 32 palms, she realized that it was an accident. Unfortunately for Sasuke half of his limbs were paralyzed from the lack of chakra.

"Oh my god Sasuke-san"

"I'm fine," he said attempting to push the little part of his body that wasn't affected by the retired kunoichi's jutsu. She really did 64 palms his ass and the Uchiha became groaning in pain.

Hinata quickly rushed over, her messy head of midnight blue hair framing her face. When she knelt beside him Sasuke didn't abject and instead spent the time studying her. Her hair wasn't that horrific bob. In the four months, he had been gone it had grown quite a bit. It was now a little past her shoulders not as cut and clean as it was before. Her skin was soft and creamy porcelain despite her going through a war. Her lips were pink and plump, and she had a bad habit of biting them. Looking at her now he was starting to wonder why she chose such ugly clothes. How could she be a ninja in those clothes? Sasuke must have been staring for a long time because Hinata began to blush. He watched in amusement as she tried not to twiddle her fingers but in the gave in. The awkward cycle would have continued if Himawari hadn't busted in the room. Her pretty blue eyes frantically searched around the room until they landed on a disheveled Sasuke.

"SASU-CHAN!"

Himawari hugged him making sure she squeezed as much air out of his lungs as possible.

She rubbed her cheek against his blabbering off.

"Ithoughtyouleftandmeandoneechanweresoreadybutyou'rehereand—"

"PAPA!"

Sarada came and made sure to disintegrate whatever oxygen he had tried to pump back into his lungs. Hinata, unable to hold in her laughter, began giggling and rolling on the floor. The Uchiha's face now resembles a tomato and Hinata had to keep herself from dying. Sasuke began to pry both girls off of his body making sure to hold Sarada for a little longer. Hinata smiled at the sight, smiling when the two girls laughed in union.

"We should train together," said Sarada shoving another fried egg on her plate. Himawari who was beside her looked confused.

"She's not in the academy is she Ms. Hyuga?"

"No, I'm a little reluctant to let Himawari be a ninja. She-"

"Himawari," said Sasuke taking food off the little girl's pate and putting it on his own. "Do you want to be a ninja?"

"Hmmmmm…." said the little Byakugan user placing her small hands on her chin. "Can I protect Mama and Sarada onee-chan?"

"It depends on how strong you kekkei Genkai is. If you are weak you will not be able to protect anyone let alone yourself. To protect those you love you must become a ninja."

"A ninja," said Himawari her blue eyes lighting up like sparklers.

Hinata began wringing her hands under the table. She was worried. Himawari may seem bright and spry now but being a ninja can change that. What if her daughter dulled? If being a ninja meant losing her daughter she would take no chances. But glancing at her daughter now it seemed unavoidable. A little part of Hinata wanted to see what Hima could become. A teeny tiny part of her wanted Hima to grow up and be a strong kunoichi just like her sensei. And a really minuscule part of her wanted to help her. To teach her the ways of her Byakugan and how to throw kunai to perfection. Her little girl was ten but Hinata knew soon enough she'd be out and about. Maybe a humongous part of Hinata….

Sasuke knelt in front of the girl an extremely rare show of softness on his face.

"Sasu-chan what is it like to be a ninja?"

Sasuke smirked making his features even more handsome than before. Hinata found herself memorized how a slight upturn of his lips could change his persona. And she felt that humongous part of herself glimmered of hope. Maybe that gigantic part of Hinata wanted…

"To be a ninja is to keep enduring and enduring, no matter what, until things come to pass. The idea is almost a prayer. And for we who must endure," he paused, "Are ninja," he said poking her on the forehead.

Wanted….

She heard Sarada gasp but couldn't take her eyes off the expression on her daughter's face. It was one she had never seen before but had glimpses of. Pure utter happiness. A blush covered Hima's face while hope and trust shone in her eyes. She was smiling wide, whiskered cheeks dimpled. Her small hands were covering the red dot on her forehead. She watched as Sasuke handed her little girl a kunai. It was simple and steel. But the look in the Uzumaki's eyes told you a different story.

The humongous feeling burst out of her chest. And Hinata realized it. She wanted Himawari to be happy. To be free and fun. She wanted her to go on missions and use her Byakugan for dumb things….and….live. She wanted all those things and the revelation hit her in the head. Hinata began to tear up as she noticed that Hima's shoes were a little too small and her oat was little too tight. Her legs were a bit longer and her baby fat was starting to disappear.

As Himawari twirled the kunai in her hand Hinata said goodbye to her little girl. Her princess, her baby.

And hugged her ninja.

They made a weird group. Walking down the street towards the shopping center Hinata had never noticed until now. Sarada stayed close to her sharp black eyes scanning the area for threats. When finding none, the girl untensed the muscles in her shoulders becoming slack. Hinata was reluctant to go to the shop for that reason. Sarada was rumored to be missing so walking with her would make her one of the suspects. Scratch that. She would be at the Hokage's office so quick that her Byakugan would have trouble getting a glance at the Anbu guarding her. Not to mention the fact she had been ignoring him for a whole month. Oh, well. Better to face the consequences now she thought.

As she walked into the marketplace she could feel eyes on them. She could feel the Anbu taking in every detail making sure they missed nothing so they could report it to the Hokage. She felt it all but decided to ignore it. Hinata looked down at her to do list and wondered what do first. The piece of paper only had ten things to do, but they seemed almost impossible.

Buy Sarada some new clothes Get Hima's ninja academy enrollment sheet Buy 6 tomatoes, 4 onions 2 blocks of cheese 4 gallons of milk 2 boxes of cereal 4 pounds of rice a box of noodles Buy ninja gear.

As Hinata read her list she failed to sense Sasuke reading over her shoulder. He leaned in his hair tickling her cheek and it took everything in her not to giggle. When his hair brushed against her cheek again she burst into a fit of giggles. Sasuke leaned in a little more the words still not clear enough for his eyes. His hair tickled her nose causing a wet sneeze to drench the Uchihas head and face. Hinata watched as Sasuke fussed over his hair briefly before shooting her a glare that men only saw before their deaths. Somehow in her mind, Hinata turned him into a drenched cat. The woman couldn't help but to let out a giggle that lead to a laugh. Sasuke watched the phenomenon. She changed when she laughed and he took notice. Her pink lips were stretched into a wide grin as a sound like bells escaped through them. He watched as her cheeks flushed, eyes closed, and chest heaved. She opened her eyes returning his gaze, pale eyes that once were dull now were filled with mirth that was uncommon for the Uchiha to see from her.

"Sorry," she muttered her cheeks still flushed from laughing. Sasuke didn't take kindly to being sneezed or laughed at and was about to make a witty come back when her hands touched them. He resisted the urge to jump. Human Contact. He didn't like it but only gave the privilege to family and Naruto. He kept his hands at his sides as her sleeve covered hand wiped his cheeks. Something about her bothered him. Maybe because it was the fact that she reminded him of his mother. Kind, caring, loving, and gentle. He mentally flinched when her hand came in contact with his skin. An itch began in the back of his mind as her scent invaded his nose. Hinata who was oblivious to her half cleaned companion, leaned in as she tried to rid his jaw of some nasty mucus. It really was a wet sneeze. Looking back Hinata noticed how far back the kids were. She hadn't even realized that she walked Sasuke's pace. Weird she thought as her hand failed to rid mucus from behind his ears. He's so damn tall. Sighing she scolded herself, determined to get him dry.

Sasuke tensed as Hinata leaned in and stood on her tippy toes. If eyes weren't on them then they were now. He could practically taste the shit he would get from this encounter. Hinata was also making things hard for him. Her features were now fully presented in his face, allowing him to admire the way her midnight hair fell in her face. Her soft body pressing against his side made the itch in the back of his mind intensify. He should be annoyed. Tell her off. But when she withdrew her hands the bothersome feeling came and slammed him full on.

He should be annoyed. But he wasn't.

He should insult her but he wouldn't.

Someone had touched Sasuke Uchiha without flinching or fleeing.

He was bothered.

Bothered that her hands were calloused and welcoming.

Bothered that her soft body kept his nightmares away that night.

He was just bothered

Because someone touched Sasuke Uchiha.

And he liked it.

Oblivious to the scheme the three were planning behind her Hinata shopped for the girls. Hima liked bright colors so it was hard to find suitable ninja gear. In the end Hinata ended up with a yellow shirt that was similar to Tenten's old one and grey lavender ninja pants. Hinata also bought the girl a coat that she could wear in case the weather got too harsh. While Hinata grabbed a few clothes for Sarada the three snuck off ready to pull their scheme.

By the time Hinata found them they held several outfits in their hands.

"Ms. Hyuga we thought that you should try on some clothes," said Sarada holding out the outfits her and Himawari chose.

Hinata looked at them reluctantly. It was typical kunoichi gear and they seemed like they would fit, but her modest nature began to kick in. It was already too late though because both girls were dragging her to the dressing room, squealing in excitement. Sasuke himself brandished a smirk because he no longer would have to look at the ugly bright blobs of fabric that she called clothes. He and the girls had already planned to dispose of her old clothes and force her to buy new ones. He knew the women would be immensely embarrassed, but he wanted to see how far he could push her. Something about the way she defended herself that night made a part of Sasuke want to see how much she could take before her person crumbled. If she didn't let it out soon she might cease to exist and Sasuke began to see signs of it. The screams he saw her hold in when she saw the bills. Training posts that look like they'd had enough. He knew if Naruto did indeed divorce this woman — which was bound to happen soon— she would fall into a darkness so deep that he wasn't sure how she could escape.

But maybe…he thought as he watched the girls gush over the woman.

Maybe there is someone who can pull her out.

Hinata was pissed off. Someone had stolen her favorite clothes and it took everything in her not to scream. But she couldn't do it. Not in front of Sarada. Not in front of Himawari. She had to hold it in. She was Hinata after all. Hinata Uzumaki, the happy and obedient wife of Naruto. That what she is. But lately, she began to question that. She knew everyone deserves kindness but if that was so why did she not receive any? Failing to notice the rock in her path Hinata stumbled and tripped. If a certain blue-eyed monster hadn't been messing with him he could've caught her just in time. Sighing he helped the women up only to find her ankle swollen. It began to turn a nasty purple. As Sasuke handed Hima the bags he briefly wondered how a Byakugan user could be so clumsy. The Anbu in the tree watched the whole sight as the famed Avenger picked up the women with his one arm, gentleness in every single touch. It was amusing, to say the least, and the silver-haired Anbu wondered what the Hokage would think about this. Of course, I don't have to tell him everything thought the sensei as he sped through Kohona, the image of his dark student being gentle flashing through his mind. Hinata Hyuga. You have one interesting power.

The kids were fast asleep even though they claimed to be anything but. Hinata passed out on the way which of course, led to a series of worry and tears. Sasuke reminded her of the way of the ninja when the girl's mood soured and it seemed to make her springy every time he did. It was a quality that not even Naruto possessed and it weirded him out. The girl was way too selfless for her own good reminding him too much of his late brother. Sarada though was a different story. She seemed to be completely vulnerable when it came to trust and Sasuke could only blame that on himself. He was a terrible father and being with her this week caused a false hope to build in the girl. He had only been here for four days but to her, it seemed like he would stay forever. Sasuke wanted to not worry, but still, he questioned the Hyug— Uzumaki's way of doing things. Looking at her now she seemed in pain. He propped her foot on a pillow but it only seemed to bring her discomfort, so he decided to stick around for a bit. A familiar feeling overtook his body when he sat on the bed. He didn't even hear his body fall onto the mattress or the creak of the bed. All he saw was the midnight hair and the soft pale skin of Hinata Uzumaki.

Damn it. He thought.

I'm letting my guard down.

Again.

Hinata woke up to the gentle sound of deep breathing. She inhaled the masculine scent as Sasuke wrapped his arms more tightly around her. His head moved and unconsciously, he buried his head in her neck. The muttered word "mother" escaped from his lips and Hinata found herself running her fingers through his hair as the cries for his mother began to get more desperate. When tears began falling from his eyes, she pulled him into her own embrace caressing and shushing him. At one point in time, Sasuke opened his eyes to observe the woman. He went back to sleep when her fingers massaged his scalp, her soft lips caressing his forehead. As the man buried himself into her neck his one arm pulling her closer like a lifeline, she complied. Even though her foot was itching and screaming for pain relievers she began to drift off.

Damn it. She thought.

I'm letting myself feel.

Again