SasuSaku Month 2015
Day 11 – Graduate
As she pushed herself up, Sakura tried ignoring the way her head stung her with pain. Her vision was slightly blurry and that she was aware of was that she was in Konoha and that she might've just lost her mind.
Her hand rose to her mouth in sheer surprise as she regarded her husband, walking out of the academy – it was peculiar, wasn't it? But it wasn't just that. She was met with the sight of her 12-year-old Sasuke-kun, but she was quite sure she was well over 30.
However, he wasn't the only face that her beautiful eyes were met with. She saw herself, all young and cute, she saw the short and hot-headed idiot that would later become hokage, she saw her loud and pretty best friend …
All young and having just graduated, judging from their forehead protectors.
I must be dreaming. Yeah, I guess I am.
And because it was a dream, she couldn't contain herself; so, she tailed her future husband.
She regarded her small figure, spiky raven tresses swinging as he walked; she'd missed his old usual outfit, not because it was particularly fashionable, but because she felt flooded with emotions of some of her most happiest days.
It did not last long, though.
Unsurprisingly enough, she'd been caught as he turned on his heel and pointed a kunai at her, glaring in less than a second.
"Why are you following me?" he hissed, brows furrowing.
Maybe he's always been a slight antisocial person, yeah.
"See, t-this is misunderstanding, Sasuke-kun…" she breathed out, waving her hands as if to set him at ease.
He didn't look convinced at all, eyes coldly staring her up and down – maybe he felt she looked familiar?
Lowering his kunai slowly, his expression softened from suspicion to embarrassment, causing his cheeks to flush a little.
"A-are you Sakura's mother?" he asked, averting his gaze.
Her luscious lips parted in surprise and she blinked – huh?!
She felt her cheeks set on fire and she unwillingly fisted her hand, frowning.
"I'm not that old, shannaroo!" she let out loudly, heel slamming the ground resulting in, obviously, slightly shattering it.
The boy was thrown aback by her exhibit of raw strength, not having witnessed such thing before. He regarded her with bewilderment and increasing fear, raising the weapon once again.
Great. Now you're even scaring your husband, you idiot.
"N-no, I'm sorry!" she mumbled, eyes moving from his to the cracked rock beneath, drops of sweat falling awkwardly on her pale face. She ran a hand through her hair, sighed and bent her back so she could be on eye level with the Uchiha.
"I am Sakura." The smile that had crept on her face was gentle and sketched with utmost care, filled with love to match her shiny forest green eyes.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" he hissed once again, obviously not trying in the least to trust the woman before his eyes.
"You've always been quite skeptical about everything, haven't you, Sasuke-kun? But you know, I am telling the truth."
Straightening her back, hands behind her waist, she turned around and gazed at the sky.
"I'm just as clueless as you about what's happening, but I think I've come from the future."
"Why are you wearing the Uchiha crest?" he countered, obviously unhappy with his discovery, attempting to close the distance between them.
The woman sighed once again, and turned her head to look at the confused boy whose eyes held anger within.
"That's because I am married to you. In the future, I mean." She smiled once again as the wind blew her shiny pink tresses, the sun enveloping her in light.
What she did not foresee, however, was Sasuke's reaction – he dropped the kunai, eyes shot wide open, mouth slightly opened in disbelief, but most importantly, cheeks lightly flushed.
"That's unbelievable." He almost shouted, as if trying to make a point – to who, even he was clueless.
Sakura, on the other hand, felt as though she had been smacked on the head being this plainly rejected by her only love.
"You've always been mean." She pouted. "But, Sasuke-kun, is it that surreal?"
He fell into thought, scanning her still beautiful features, debating on whether he should believe her or not.
"I have my priorities straight. Marriage isn't one of them now."
"But of course," she giggled, "It's not like we got married as soon as it was legal."
Walking towards him, she couldn't help but think of how cute he seemed, all flustered and confused.
"You've got your revenge."
The boy took a step back, a drop of sweat making its way down his forehead.
"And we've got a cute daughter." The pinkette grinned.
Then, causing his heart to burst out of his chest, she tapped his forehead, affection surrounding her entire being as she smiled, staring into his onyx eyes.
"Until next time." Was all she said before turning around and walking away.