title: colors
prompt: #21 - midlife crisis
summary: in which uchiha sasuke claims to be old and gray, and uchiha sakura is still as bright and colorful as ever.

Sakura bolted up in bed at the chirp of the earliest bird, as she often did these days, pulling the blankets with her and leaving her still half-asleep husband grimacing at the sudden cold that rushed over him.

"Sasuke-kun," Sakura said, and Sasuke vaguely felt her drop a clenched fist onto her knee for emphasis. "You and I—we're going to travel the world."

Sasuke rolled over to face her, arms drawn around himself as he shivered from the lack of blanketing draped over him. "Wh—again?" he asked, thinking back to the day they had done so before, just the two of them.

Sakura nodded, patting his hair as he inched closer to her, face pressed to her side as his arms made their way around her torso. "Yes, again. I'd like to see the world again."

She heard Sasuke sigh into the fabric of her shirt and scowled as she saw that his eyes were still closed, the trail of drool at the corner of his lips still unwiped. Sakura nudged him, wiggling side to side, and his arms around her tightened, as if to keep her in place. She pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wake up, old man," she chided.

Sasuke's eyes slipped open, and he peered up at his wife, frowning. "You may be as young and lively as you've always been, but have some pity on me, will you? Look at me, I'm old and gray." He made a face, contorting his features in what Sakura took to be his best old man impersonation.

She couldn't help but laugh, and Sasuke smiled at the comforting sound. Throughout the years, despite how they had grown and aged, Sakura's laugh had remained the same. Sakura was still as Sakura as ever.

"That's not what you were saying a few days ago when we went to visit Sarada," Sakura said. "You promised to play with the grandkids every week once they're grown enough."

"An old and gray man can probably still play with his grandkids."

Sakura laughed again. "Quit it, will you?" she said. "You make it sound as if you aren't as in-shape as ever."

"How flattering of you to say so. I'm honored."

Sakura snorted, her fingers knotting into Sasuke's hair. "Your personality hasn't aged a day…which is why—which is why I think it'd be a great idea for us to travel the world together again!" Sakura snapped her fingers twice, proud of herself for linking them back to their prior subject. "Because I can't get enough of my dear husband's personality!"

Sasuke grunted, knowing Sakura wasn't one to easily give up on her propositions. Languidly, he pulled himself into a sitting position beside her. "So…you want to leave Konoha for a little while to see the world again, like we did before?"

Sakura beamed at him. "Exactly that, yes."

"And I suppose you'd like to just pack a few things, sell the rest of everything else we have, and leave?"

Sakura brought her hand to her chin, seeming as if she were seriously thinking it through. "Well, now that you mentioned it—"

"Sakura," Sasuke said, slowly, "are you…unhappy with your life here?"

"Of course not," Sakura replied. "I've always been happy here with you. It's just that life for us has settled into this never-ending cycle, and I really wanted to see Suna, and maybe Ame again…"

"Then we'll go visit for a while."

Sakura's eyes widened. "Really?"

Sasuke nodded. "As long as we're not reselling this house. We just finished repaying the mortgage recently…"

Sasuke nearly toppled over as Sakura threw her arms around him. A small smile lit his face—it was, after all, the third time she had brought it up that week.

"Careful with my brittle old man bones, Sakura…"