SasuSaku Month 2015
Day 25 – "Plan your trees, watch them grow"
"Papa, why did we come here?" the girl inquired, gaze searching for her father's.
As the man raised his hand, softly patting his daughter's forehead, his wife leant into his shoulder affectionately, offering him his support. His dark, obsidian orbs rested on the rough gravestone, unwavering distress in his aged gaze.
"Sarada, this is where a hero lies." Sakura softly spoke, pulling the girl closer.
A shaky exhale.
"Your uncle, Uchiha Itachi is buried here." The patriarch spoke, eyes shut.
With a blink, Sarada turned her head, hair swaying in the soft breeze and regarded the gravestone, perplexity dissolving as comprehension drenched her features – her father's pain pierced through her as well, urging her to soothe it one way or another, very much alike her mother.
"Does he have anything to do with the fact that I don't know anything about the Uchihas?"
For a passing moment there, Sasuke found himself seeing his wife's unfaltering loving gaze as well as her genuine ability to make sense out of his tangled existence in this girl that had turned to look at him. As his expression changed for the better, he smiled.
"Aa."
"Will you tell the whole story?" she pleaded.
Eying his wife for a moment as though to consult her about their daughter's query, there was a slight hesitance in the way his hand snaked behind the woman's waist, pulling her closer.
A sigh.
Fully facing her parents brimming with resolve, the young Uchiha's hands fisted – a habit she had inherited from her spirited mother – her kekkei genkai most likely unintentionally activated, she grinned and, for once in his life, Sasuke witnessed the sharingan being wielded with love entirely, crimson irises forbidding you to escape their stare.
"Who do you think I am? I'm one of the Uchiha and the girl who's going to become hokage one day!"
… Believe it!
Rendering the both of them astonished, she only strengthened her back, steady on her feet.
"Hokage? Doesn't this sound familiar, darling?" the pinkette giggled, moving in closer to his chest.
"Aa."
A smile.
Watching her determined stance with awe, he wasn't feeling pride for he was clothed in some sort of joy, or rather hope – piercing through the wrecked past of three genins who learnt of bonds and were crashed by the waves of a broken reality, there was this child, whom inherited that one loud, undaunted boy's will and whom just happened to be the product of the other two's love.
"It all started when…"