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Prompt 25: The Other Side of the Wall (Door)

It took Juugo's patient explanation and Suigetsu's earnest coaxing for Sakura to calm down.

Now, she found herself alone in her small room, moonlight filtering through the windows, illuminating the space in a soft glow. She hugged her knees closer to her chest as she tried to make sense of everything they told her. It was hard to believe, and she wondered briefly if this was still all part of a dream.

She sighed. It couldn't be possible—that man tried to kill her, right? But then, she remembered his wide black eyes, staring at her as Suigetsu dragged him out of the room—

—they were full of hurt.

Sakura closed her eyes, willing herself to remember more. No memory surfaced but something tugged at the corner of her mind. Slowly, she exhaled and felt her surroundings, becoming acutely aware of a presence—a familiar one—outside her door.

Snapping her green eyes open, she wondered if it was because she used to be a ninja, as Suigetsu suggested, that she could feel him. It wasn't Juugo nor Suigetsu, rather, it was that man, his aura vast but turbulent. Sakura furrowed her brows. Somewhere in her mind, she knew his aura was supposed to be calm instead.

Suigetsu assured her that that man did not mean her any harm, in fact, he had been looking for her. That man knew her. Sakura bit her lower lip as she tried to gather enough courage. If that man was her only hope at regaining her memories, she should at least try to talk to him.

Carefully, she made her way out of the bed, making sure her steps were light and quiet. But surprisingly, she just knew that he already noticed her movement.

She stopped in front of the closed door and swallowed. "Hello..?" she called softly.

"You shouldn't be out of your bed, Sakura," that man replied quietly from the other side of the door, and somehow, his voice brought an ache to her heart. Did this man really tried to kill her before?

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of unpleasant thoughts. "You know me?"

"Yes."

"Who are you..?"

"Uchiha Sasuke."

The name was very familiar—he was Suigetsu's former teammate and one of the strongest ninjas alive. Really, how did she get entangled with the likes of him? "Who am I?"

"You are Uchiha Sakura."

Sakura took a deep breath. "Suigetsu said that you're my husband. Do you have any proof?" she challenged.

For a moment, Uchiha Sasuke was quiet, until finally he responded, "The ring."

Unconsciously, Sakura grasped the gold band on her finger. "It looks like any other ring. Nothing special."

"Take it off," that man instructed and Sakura hesitantly obliged. The ring almost fell from her grasps as she saw what was engraved behind it.

Sasuke & Sakura

She inhaled sharply. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"We've been married for almost a year now."

Sakura collapsed on her knees and she leaned her forehead against the cool wooden door. "You married the person you tried to kill?" she asked in disbelief.

His voice sounded nearer, he must be leaning against the other side of the door too. "I regret it."

Pain shot through her chest. "Marrying me?"

"No," he answered calmly. She imagined him looking at her intently. "I regret trying to kill you."

"Because you failed to?" she said almost bitterly.

"Sakura." He said her name with such gentleness and familiarity that caused her heart to ache. "I.." There was the barest hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I was different before. And I am not proud of the things I have done. But believe me when I say that I never wanted to hurt you."

Somehow, she just knew he was being honest.

With a sigh, she tried to lighten the mood. "How did you propose?"

It almost scared her that she somehow knew how he reacted even if she couldn't see him—his eyebrows must have been raised, surprised by the question. "Pardon..?"

She snorted. "I mean, how did you ask me to marry you?"

He must have contemplated for a few moments before answering, "I gave you a tomato."

Slapping a hand against her forehead, she groaned. "So I really love tomatoes?"

"You tolerate them." She could almost hear the amusement in his voice. "I'm the one who loves them."

"Makes sense," she muttered. So that must be the reason why she was so attached to the plump red fruit. "How was our wedding?" Wasn't Uchiha Sasuke considered a hero? Surely, their wedding must have been a grand event.

"Simple and quiet," he replied. "We were wed by the Hokage, with our Jounin-sensei and your mentor as witnesses."

She stared at the door incredulously. "That's...it?"

"You were even late," he added.

Her jaw dropped. "You must be joking!"

She only heard his deep chuckle as a reply.

"Children?" she further pressed. "Do we have any..children?"

"You're currently three—almost four—months pregnant."

Her hand clutched her abdomen. So that was why she seemed to be gaining weight. Surprisingly, she didn't freak out as much as she had thought she would. It was discerning how she somehow knew these things. She sighed. "What happened to me? Why did I leave Konoha?"

"You wanted to see me, I suppose," he answered, voice slightly strained. "Because I went to Sunagakure even if you didn't want me to."

She banged her fist on the door. "You left me?!"

"For a mission," he confessed. "But Sakura, you know how much I didn't want to go." She could hear the frustration in his voice, and she could also imagine him running his fingers through his black hair. "This might not have happened if I hadn't gone—I shouldn't have left."

She was overcome by a great desire to comfort him. "Hey.." she called softly, her palm pressed against the door. "It's alright, everything's going to be fine.."

She heard a soft thud. Sasuke must have pressed his forehead against the door. "Sakura," he called quietly, almost barely above a whisper, which sends a jolt of electricity down her spine. "You should really go back to bed now. You still need to rest."

She cupped her slightly glowering cheeks and nodded. Realizing that he couldn't see her, she answered, "Alright." Carefully, she stood up and added hesitantly, "You'll be staying there?"

"..If you don't mind."

A small smile tugged the corners of her lips. "Suit yourself."

"Aa."

She paused on her way back to the bed. That one syllable reply was very familiar. Maybe..maybe she really must have lived with him long enough to know his quirks.

Setting herself down the bed, she closed her eyes and allowed sleep to overcome her senses.

And somehow, his presence on the other side of her door didn't scare her as much anymore.

I know the prompt is 'The other side of the wall' but I just had to stretch it using a door. Hope you don't mind!

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