Author's note: Over 1,000 comments? No way! Thank you so much! So, with all of the terrible things going on today - all of the horrible business in Vegas and Tom Petty passing - I was worried about putting this out. I am still a bit concerned but decided to put it out there. I just want to say, though, for all of those with friends or family that live in Los Vegas or if you live there yourself, I am so sorry and hope and pray that everyone is okay. I am sorry for those that are lost and hurt. Bless everyone and stay strong. Loving wishes to all. Please be safe, and stay safe, out there.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Warnings: Language, talk of death, un-beta'd and OOCness.
Word Count: 5,737
Sakura wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, and sweetly. He is beyond perfect. She can't imagine what her life would have been like without him in her life. Madara rests his fan against the floor and wraps his fingers around the back of her ribs, kissing her back. Madara is breathing heavily still from his training, but it's starting to pick up again. Sakura doesn't care how hot or sweaty he is, she just wished this moment would last forever. There was no rush, no pressure, no worries, just them.
Their happiness.
Their love.
Sakura has to pull back, though, even if she didn't want to. She doesn't have very good breath control. She has to part lips from him and breath, but she doesn't pull back completely, resting her forehead against Madara's. She doesn't care about his sweat or heavy breathing. It was okay. She was happy. She can feel his breath blowing against her face. Her eyes are closed smoothly. Yes, this moment is okay as well. If she could stay here, she would be happy too.
"I've been thinking about something," Madara says softly, as if trying to speak without breaking the silence too much.
"Ah?" Sakura hums, not opening her eyes yet.
"About our wedding, actually. Do you remember when we were performing the fire style jutsu and we almost lost control of it when we mingled chakra?"
"Mhm," Sakura hums again, running her fingers loosely through his long, damp hair.
"I spoke to one of the Uzumaki Elders about it, and he told me something that I had never thought about before. Whatever your chakra nature is, might have enhanced my fire nature chakra."
Sakura stares at him, recalling what he was referring to, but not sure why he was bringing it up now. "It grew very strong..." she agrees, wondering if that was where he was going with all of this.
Madara nods slowly, looking into her eyes, his thick, dark hair that was previously plastered to his forehead is loosening up. Just by looking at her, he can tell that she's not following him. "Yes, it was. It was beyond what I was expecting. I've been thinking about it for a while and having the Uzumaki here has offered me the chance to ask them about it, seeing as my elders didn't know what to make of it either."
"What happened then," Sakura says slowly, kind of starting to understand, "it wasn't natural?"
Madara nods again. "Yes, and no. Our chakra is compatible. My family has always believed that it was the ultimate show of our souls being one, bound together. Now, I never put much stock into that, but it was a shock to see it happen to us," Madara admits. "Not that it was a bad thing," he amends, "I just wasn't expecting it. It's not all that important, I just think about it sometimes." He seems embarrassed, like his curiosity was foolish.
"If you want to try it again sometime, I'm willing," Sakura says, hoping to see him smile.
And he does. It's soft and dainty, but she can see that gentle appreciation twinkling in his eyes. He seems happy that she offered. "Thank you," he says softly, looking down at her kimono, instead of her eyes. She has a good angle on his long, pretty black lashes. "I... might take you up on that someday. Just to see if we can replicate it or if it was just a..."
Sakura bends at the knee so that she can look into his eyes and smile at him. "Just ask me when." He doesn't have to explain why he's curious and wants to explore it. It's something that interests him, and Sakura was more than willing to do something that's just for his sake. He's done so much for her and let her be selfish and needy. She wanted to do something solely for him. She wasn't really all that interested in any of that, but if Madara was, she was going to do it, no questions asked. All she needs to know, is when.
"Not now," Madara says softly. "But, thank you." He leans down and kisses her cheek.
Sakura stares at him, eyes wide. Madara kissed her. He kissed her. Except for the day they got married, Sakura can't remember a time when Madara initiated the kiss between them. It was always her. He never stopped her, never seemed like he didn't want to. He just never was the one to kiss her first, and Sakura didn't notice until this moment.
Madara sees the look on her face and suddenly looks alarmed. "I'm sorry," he says. "I thought it..." he trails off before his jaw snapped shut.
"Why have you never initiated our kisses before?" Sakura asks softly, straightening up to stare down into his eyes.
Madara opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, before saying, softly, "I didn't want to scare you."
Sakura stares at him, loving him now in this moment than ever before. He was so gentle and so kind and so aware of her, that she knew that she was never, ever going to be good enough for him. She was so lucky to have him. There was never going to be another being in the world whose soul would be absolutely perfect with her own. Especially if their chakra has anything to do with it.
Madara comes walking out of their bedroom, drying off his wet hair with a towel, opening his mouth to speak to Sakura who was sitting in their living room on the mats, reading the book about the Priestess, when a knock at the door stops him from saying anything that he was about to say. They both look over at the door, then each other. It's unusual for them to have guests.
Sakura jumps to her feet and runs over to the door, throwing it open to see Hashirama standing there with wide brown eyes. "Are you okay? Izuna said you wanted to speak to me, and that you looked like something was wrong. Is something wrong?" His eyebrows pull together, looking her up and down for any injuries.
"Hashirama?" Madara steps around the corner, tilting his head to the side. "Come on in."
Sakura steps aside to let her older brother step passed the threshold. He does, stepping out of his shoes before walking deeper into the house after his childhood friend. Sakura makes sure to close the door securely behind him and heads into her home after her brother, all three of them going into the living room, sitting on the mats there.
"What's going on?" Hashirama asks, looking between them, eyebrows pulled together tightly.
"I'm sorry," Sakura says, tucking her legs neatly beneath her. "I started to panic over nothing. I'm okay now. Whatever happens." She smiles at him, hoping that it would make him feel better, but he doesn't. He's staring at her, perhaps more worried than before.
"What does that mean, 'whatever happens'?"
"I was worried that I ended up in the river all those years ago because my family found out that I can't have children," Sakura tells him.
Hashirama looks confused now. "You can't have children?" Now he looks pained.
"I don't know," Sakura admits. "I just thought that. I don't know if I can have children. I know nothing about what I came from. Maybe I'm just worrying about nothing, but I don't know. Madara and I talked, though."
Hashirama's eyes flicker between his baby sister and his childhood friend, as if trying to decide what to do with this new information. He opens his mouth, blinks a few times, and then closes it. He looks between them again, trying to decide what to say to that. Finally, he says, "And everything is okay now?"
"I think so," Sakura says, while Madara nods solemnly. She smiles over at him before looking back at her brother. "I'm sorry if I scared you."
"I'm okay," Hashirama says softly, pushing long strands of brown hair over his shoulder. "I was just worried that something happened to you, but I'm glad that you're... um, alright. So, what about the children situation...?" He asks, but he looks like he's not sure he wants the truthful answer.
"I want children," Sakura says honestly, drawing her eldest brother's doe brown eyes to her green ones. "I don't know when, or how many. But I do want them. I suppose I was just freaking out."
Hashirama nods slowly. "I understand. What are you guys going to do..?" He looks between the married couple in front of him. "And please spare me the details."
Madara glares at the brown eyed man. "Shut up, Hashirama."
"We'll find out if one day I get pregnant, or I never do," Sakura says softly, feeling the apprehension coming back. She grabs at the cloth on her thighs, twisting her fists around it.
"I could check if you want..." Hashirama asks slowly, looking at Sakura. "I could see if I notice anything off..."
"Have you done something like this before?" Madara asks, looking at his friend in disbelief.
Hashirama shrugs. "Sure. My medical knowledge isn't just for battlefield wounds. I've used my knowledge, and expanded it, into all sorts of fields. I have helped deliver multiple children in our clan."
Madara stares at him for a moment, opening his mouth, considering for a moment, closing his mouth to make a face before saying, slowly. "Well, alright. I honestly didn't even think of that. And you can tell if someone is healthy or not?"
Hashirama nods. "Yep. Well, I know what healthy ovaries are suppose to look like, if that's your question. There is still a lot that I don't know, but I can at least see if she has anything obviously wrong with her. Uh," he looks over at Sakura, as if uncomfortable talking like she wasn't there, "you, I mean. Sorry."
Sakura shrugs her shoulders. She wasn't really bothered by that, but she would be lying if she said that she didn't go looking for Hashirama because she knew that he would be able to tell if something was wrong with her. That was why she went to find him. She just managed to calm down - with a lot of help from Madara - so that it wasn't as blatantly obvious. But she would still appreciate his help, nevertheless.
"Please," Sakura says, looking over at her big brother.
Hashirama reaches over to her, placing his hand just below her stomach and closes his eyes, hand glowing a bright green color for a few, silent minutes. His face remains completely relaxed until he pulls it back and rests it on his lap. "Well, I can tell you that I didn't notice anything wrong, you two." He looks between Sakura and Madara.
Sakura lets out a sigh of relief. "So my family didn't rid themselves of me because I was infertile..."
Hashirama raises an eyebrow, as if confused, before he registers her words and frowns, unhappily. "Sakura, unless they have a gift in medical ninjutsu and the ability to see into the future when you're in the thralls of puberty, there is no way that they could of known that. And besides, don't concern yourself with those people anymore. They were terrible and horrible. If they lost you accidently, then they were negligent at best, but if they threw you into the river to kill you, then they are the worst scum in the world." He crosses his arms over his chest. "Do not concern yourself with them, alright? It only brings you pain."
Sakura stares back at him, surprised by his words. She probably shouldn't be surprised by it, but he was almost angry at her for still thinking about them. Which didn't really make any sense. She wanted to ask him why he was so upset, though she could probably guess, by she didn't want to upset him further, and he honestly looked tired. He must have had a long day and was just ready to go home and relax.
Yet instead, he sought out his baby sister, because he was worried about her.
Sakura needs to learn how to treat the men in her life better. Seriously.
"Thank you, aniki," Sakura says softly, reaching out to take his hand. "I won't worry myself with them anymore. I promise."
Hashirama's expression softens. "I'm sorry, imouto. You have every right to wonder where you came from or what happen to you, but I'm worried about what you might learn if you keep digging. I just don't want you to get hurt. I didn't mean to be so harsh." He certainly wasn't harsh, but he was firm in how he felt about it, and Sakura could respect that. She really shouldn't offer them any more thought than she already did.
But a part of her has always, and probably will always, wonder about her family and her circumstance. But perhaps her musings can remain between herself and her thoughts, lest she upset her brother again. She loves her brothers, and husband, more than anything. The last thing she would ever want to do is make them feel like she wasn't appreciative of everything they've done, and sacrificed, for her.
She'll forget about he people who hurt her, and left her to die. She meant nothing to them, so they mean nothing to her.
"Where did you want to walk?" Sakura asks, walking slowly alongside her husband. Her hand lightly gripping Madara's right inner elbow, using him to help her keep her balance, along with adding a bit of depth to the simple contact. She's absolutely obsessed with him right now, more than ever. Maybe it's terrible of her, because he's always been so understanding, but she feels like their relationship is constantly moving forward, but not in a conventional way. She hasn't gone the next, logical step with her husband - sex - but they haven't.
They've talked about it, a bit - well, more about children than having sex - but nothing more than that. Maybe it's just something that will happen when the time is right. Sakura doesn't know, but she's not going to force their relationship along. They seem happy with the way things have been going. At least, she is. Maybe she's just being selfish again.
"I didn't have a place in mind, to be honest," Madara says quietly, looking around at the paper lanterns lighting the way through the bustling streets of Konoha.
Sakura more securely grabs onto Madara's arm, leaning on him more heavily, beaming up at him when Madara smiles down at her faintly. She lowers her hand to his, interlacing her fingers with his own.
"That's okay, lets just look around!" Sakura pulls him along, looking around at all the shops and stalls that have started opening up around them these last few weeks as Konoha's began to blossom in it's popularity. She doesn't have a sense really for expensive, or extravagant things - all of her clothes were either made for her by family or gifted to her, but she thought that everything looked amazing. Even though it was starting to get late, everyone was still bright eyed and excited, waving their arms around and calling out to them happily.
This wasn't exactly what Sakura envisioned for her brother's dream, but she couldn't help but think that every day they get closer and closer to realizing that dream. Sakura feels bad, knowing that he was the one to ask her out, yet she was the one that dragged him around. He trailed behind her, softly smiling at her whenever she excitedly looked over her shoulder at him. She's so happy he never once asked her if she wanted him to get it for her.
One look in her eye and he knew she didn't. She wanted to look at it all, admired the beauty of the world. She didn't want it all for herself. She wanted to see it and let it pass on to another person. She found joy in just seeing it. That was what mattered. The happiness that comes with being with her husband doing something as simple as looking around at wares, not buying them or judging their worth. Just seeing them the way they are and moving on. Never again will the moment like this one ever come to pass again.
Sakura is going to enjoy it, even if it's a simple, and silly, way like this.
Madara is also very knowledgeable. When Sakura would stumble upon something, old scrolls or things of different design or properties that she has ever seen before, Madara knew at least something about it. The vendor would say what it was and offer a bit of information, if they knew some, and Madara would typically add to it, seemingly fascinated as well by the strange and unusual things that somehow made their way into the village.
Once they reached the last stall, they took to walking through the paths that the villagers started working through the forest around them. It was kind of nice to be away from the noise and the people, just the two of them. The forest is loud as the village begins to fall asleep as night has already fallen over them. Sakura hasn't been out this late in a long time. Her brothers never let her stay out this late, unless they were with her. Not that she ever had any other reason to be up and about this late without her brothers there with her, it's just... weird.
She really lived a sheltered life with her brothers. Not that she thinks that it's wrong, or anything. Just... interesting.
"I'm sorry we couldn't really do anything extravagant or overtly interesting tonight," Madara says after a long silence, as they make their way back to their home, avoiding event he sparsely populated streets as the village is about to fully fall to sleep.
Sakura looks over at her husband, watching as his keen, black eyes scans the darkness around them, keeping an eye out for trouble. They weren't in the protective bubble around the village. Plans for a wall were being drawn up, that was their next big project coming up after Hashirama's wedding.
"Madara?" Sakura says softly.
Madara looks down at her, quirking an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Thank you for the wonderful night," she says, squeezing his larger, more calloused hand with her own. "I had a lot of fun."
Madara looks bashful, turning away, hoping the dark night would hide his embarrassment, but the moonlight provided enough that Sakura could see the tip of his ear turn bright red. She just loved this man.
"Come," he says, "it's late. And the night is when the nasty wake to play."
Sakura tried a different method of learning about Metsuna and Mihara. She went to talk to Metsuna without prompt. Watching was good, especially if they thought they were by themselves, but Sakura wasn't sure that she would be able to see what she wanted to with just watching them.
"Is it my turn?" Metsuna asks, as Sakura approaches her sitting on a bench overlooking a play area set aside for the children with a few women of the village watching over them while everyone else is working on the village or running errands.
Sakura sits down next to her, wondering why the older woman would chose this place of all in the village, to spend her time. Sakura did get a very dreamy feel from her, though, so maybe she shouldn't be as surprised as she is. She looks over at the red haired woman and nods. "Yes, ma'am."
"You didn't approach my other sisters," Metsuna notes, still watching the children run around and play without any sort of shift in emotion on her face that is somewhat similar to that of her eldest sister. She finally pulls her eyes away to look down at Sakura. "You were wise in coming to speak to me, Lady Uchiha. You will find I do not wear my personality on my sleeve, as my sisters do."
Sakura had that feeling.
"Why are you here?" Sakura asks, figuring that was a good place to start.
Metsuna smiles faintly, dreamily. "It reminds me of home."
Sakura tilts her head to the side, curious, admittedly, about Uzushiogakure. She barely knew anything about it. And maybe she will learn something about Metsuna, when talking about her home. "How?"
"We have a cordoned off section of the village near the center for the children, it's safe there, away from the hills and the waves. The chances of someone losing track of a child and them either falling to the jagged rocks below off a tall cliffs edge or falling into the whirlpools and being lost forever vanishes completely. It's kind of the same here, the children are nestled safely in the center of the village, away from the dark forests and the monsters that lie within," Metsuna says, she's looking out over the playing children, but her eyes are far away in a far off land that she calls home.
What an odd thing to say. It makes sense though, even in the animal kingdom, to protect ones young is paramount to the species survival. It's the same for humans. It's natural that they wanted to protect their young. Yet Metsuna made it sound like she was surprised by the similarity that both their villages shared in that regard. Like she thought that they would be barbarians who didn't care about their children.
Or, perhaps, Sakura is being a bit protective of her village and overreacting a bit. Not to mention how dark the topic was alone. Children dying by falling onto rocks? Or being lost at sea? How very morbid. It's certainly a legitimate concern, but it was just... very odd for her to be talking about this, in the presence of children, even if none of them were listening.
"You seem surprised by the similarities," Sakura says quietly, not wanting to insult the older girl, but is still sort of unhappy by the insinuation.
Metsuna looks over at Sakura, red eyes slightly droopy and dazed. "I meant no disrespect," she says easily. "I was simply impressed. Your village was just founded yet you learned something my family failed to until we already lost so much. If only we could have been aware enough to know our long lives doesn't equate to indestructability. Life is so precious, so short. It's terrible that those with so much left in them, no matter old or young, would have it taken away from them so suddenly. Whether it is because of accident or circumstance."
Sakura stares, dumbly. "What?" Somehow, Sakura has a horrible feeling that there is a story behind her words that she would rather never hear.
Metsuna suddenly looks sad, remembering something terrible. She looks over at Sakura, her eyes still locked onto something far away from them. "Don't worry, Sakura, the right sister will be chosen for your brother. She'll come to you, not as a sister, but an ally. The sister part will come later."
Hashirama used to say - and still does sometimes - that Sakura was an old soul, Sakura is starting to suspect that Metsuna might be an old soul too. She's far away, unfocused, as if she's unable to really pull herself back to the present. Sakura knew that speaking to Metsuna was something that she had to do, because she basically confirmed what Skura was starting to suspect; Metsuna wasn't the sister to be married to Hashirama.
"How do you know?" Sakura asks softly, eyebrows pulled together tightly. "How do you know that I'll chose the right sister?" It was such a strange thing to ask, or think about. Almost like Metsuna knew that it was inevitable that one specific sister would end up marrying Hashirama, not that they will ultimately get along with whichever sister ends up being chosen.
Metsuna blinks slowly, looking out over the children once more. "I... just know it. Actions speak louder than words. And she will make loud actions..." Her eyes seem glazed over. Lost, in her thoughts. She blinks a few times, quickly, finally managing to pull herself back from wherever she was, to look over at Sakura. "My sisters and I are not perfect in any way, shape or form. No one is, but we will all try hard. For better or worse, we are all family. We have been cousin clans to the Senju since the original split whoever knows how far back, but we've always been blood. The Uchiha too. We all descend from the Sage -" she smiles, secretly "- some more literally than others, but we are family and will be together for a long time."
Sakura stares, confused. She simply couldn't follow this woman. No wonder Sakura got a dreamy from her, she seemed like her head was up in the clouds. Sakura knew how that felt too. How it felt to know things, yet not know how to explain the hows or whys behind it all. Sakura was much the same. Perhaps Metsuna was never meant to marry Hashirama, but Sakura is starting to think that they might be sister souls.
Metsuna smiles at her, like she could read Sakura's mind.
"Which sister is it?" Sakura asks, softly. "Which is the one to marry my brother?"
Metsuna's smile grows a bit more, her eyes glazing over slightly. "I can't tell you, lazy Princess, it's something that will simply come with time." She looks down at the ground in front of the bench, long lashes nearly touching her cheeks. "Watch my sisters and wait, she will reveal herself, not as an angel but as a scholar." She smiles before looking back over at the children for a moment longer before standing up slowly and walking away.
Leaving Sakura alone, light headed, but somehow hopeful.
"Good job," Tobirama says, pats the top of Sakura's sweaty head, smiling faintly down at the top of her head.
"Thanks..." Sakura says softly, laying back in the grass and closing her eyes. She's huffing and puffing loudly, trying to slow her heart rate down. He's getting more and more brutal with each training session.
Tobirama hesitates for a moment, before lowering down on his hunches next to her, tilting his head slightly. "What's wrong? You seem upset by something."
Sakura opens her eyes, looking at Tobirama. The sun is behind his head, turning his white hair into a halo of light around his head. It's no surprise that he was able to sense something was amiss with her. He knew her the second longest. He could read her like an open book. "I spoke with Metsuna Uzumaki the other day. She got me thinking a lot about a lot of things." After that session, her head was spinning so much that she couldn't even bring herself to go and speak to Mihara just yet. She's going to in a few days, though. She'll get to it.
Tobirama tilts his head to the side, curiously. "About what? The marriage?"
"Yes," Sakura admits, "but also about safety things in the village."
Tobirama stares at her, eyebrows pulled together a bit. "Do you feel unsafe in the village?"
Sakura shakes her head. "No, but there is always a way to improve protection for those that can't protect themselves. Like the elderly. Like children. Like those of the clans that don't know how to fight. Or can't any longer."
"That's a legitimate concern," Tobirama says. "What do you think we should do more of?"
"Maybe talk to those looking after the children for their input, but also put those that are trained to a degree to add protection from animals or people that might be able to sneak into the village without the wall up as added protection, and with the heavy traffic starting to flow through the village," Sakura says, blinking up at her older brother.
Tobirama nods slowly, looking considerate. "That is something for us to talk about. The last thing that we would want to happen is for something or someone to get to those that can't defend themselves and hurt them or worse." Tobirama rubs at his chin, thoughtfully. Sakura smiles faintly, seeing Tobirama's brilliant mind already working, coming up with the most accurate and effective way to handle the situation, before it becomes a situation.
Sakura considers something for a moment, before reaching out and taking Tobirama's hand that was dangling between his knees while the other rubbing at his chin, squeezing it a bit to pull his attention. He looks down at her.
"Who do you think aniki should marry?" Sakura asks, realizing this entire time, no one ever asked him what he thought. Sakura knows that at least she never did. Loving them both like real brothers was one thing, but Tobirama was actually blood related to Hashirama and it shames Sakura to realize that she never thought to ask for his input in regards to their brother's marriage. Sakura hasn't known Tobirama to be the type of person to really worry about things like that, or care all that much one way or the other, but she felt terrible for never asking, even if he didn't care, his input still mattered.
Tobirama blinks a few times, before lowering from his hunches and onto his behind next to her. "Are you having trouble deciding?"
"Yes," Sakura admits. "But I realized that I never asked you. Hashirama-ani was your brother first."
Tobirama's slightly worried look morphs into the softest expression that Sakura has ever seen on her brother's usually stoic face. "Thank you, imouto, for thinking of me. I know that you won't let anyone you don't trust to marry our brother. I trust your judgment, but admittedly, I have been watching these girls as well, in case you ever needed help in deciding."
"Oh," Sakura says, both slightly surprised and realizing that she shouldn't be surprised at all. That was so Tobirama.
Tobirama hesitates for a moment, as if wanting to say something, but not knowing if he should. He must have decided for, because his voice lowers until it's almost a complete whispers, capable of being blown away by the gentle breeze blowing over the field they were training in, "I do worry about Hashirama too. I'm glad that you spoke out to Lady Miyaya. Hashirama wouldn't dare do anything to monopolize the chances of the Uzumaki helping us. We're lucky you are such a likable person and Lady Miyaya is an odd one. You work well together."
Sakura feels the corners of her lips tilt up a bit as she squeezes Tobirama's hand harder. "I miss you and Hashirama-ani."
Tobirama lets out a little sigh, not out of annoyance, thankfully. The thoughtful, gentle look is still on his face. "I miss you, Sakura. It was hard to go from seeing you each and every day, all day, to seeing you only a few times a week, sometimes in passing. I know nothing last forever, but it's strange to walk passed your empty room. Hashirama goes in there sometimes, just stands in that empty room, looking around as if lost. I know he misses you but with how busy we all are and how you've picked up more responsibilities as Lady of the Uchiha clan, it's hard to get away, even if for a short while."
Sakura had no idea that Tobirama felt this way. He always seemed so indifferent about everything. Sakura knew that he loved her, she loved him too, but to hear him actually say it was unexpected. She at least never thought that Tobirama would be the one to talk to her about this. It's a surprise, unexpected, but not unwelcome. She wished that they could talk about more, but Tobirama isn't a very open person, it's just hard sometimes. Hashirama is so open and honest that sometimes Sakura feels horrible when she realizes that Tobirama just sort of stands off to the side and watches them.
He must feel lonely.
"We should do something this week," Sakura says. "Hashirama and us. Something simple and fun. For a little while."
Tobirama looks like he's going to immediately dismiss it. They are way too busy to just stop what they are doing to do whatever, but then he seems to think about it and nod. He must miss their time together more than Sakura thought. He probably wouldn't have agreed otherwise.
"Keep watching the girls too," Sakura says, sitting up and looking into her big brother's eyes. "When the time is right, we will make the choice together."
Tobirama smiles daintily, squeezing her hand tightly. "Agreed." Tobirama stands up, holding his hand out for her to take. She does and he pulls her to her feet before quickly leaning down and kissing the top of her head before pulling back. It happened so fast that Sakura's wondering if she imagined it, before he backs up. "It's time to go. I have a meeting in an hour that I have to make it to. I'll walk you home, Imouto."
Sakura walks alongside him, loving this gentle Tobirama. "Yes, aniki." She smiles.