Eh it was hard to think of any other way to write about tattoos. Oops.


Title: Marked

Summary: Sakura refuses to get Sasuke's name tattooed, so he finds a compromise.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Prompt: Tattoo (day 29)

Rating: T

Warnings: none


Sasuke and Sakura were sitting down to eat at their favorite teashop when Sakura made the sudden declaration: "I think I want to get a tattoo."

Giving her a weird look, Sasuke scoffed. "What would you get? And since shinobi get injured so often, the skin will probably be gone in a month and have to be re-healed."

"I don't know yet," Sakura mused. "Something meaningful though. Ino got a small paintbrush tattooed on her inner wrist for Sai. It was a really sweet gesture, and it looks cool."

"So its purpose is to show his claim on her?" he asked, not acknowledging the waiter as he placed steaming cups of green tea in front of them. Sakura scrunched her nose.

"Of course not! It's also just cute to look at! And if you didn't know Sai, you would have no idea what it meant!"

Sasuke thought over this.

"I know what you should get tattooed," he stated calmly.

Sakura was curious. "What?"

"My name."

Unfortunately for her, Sakura was in the middle of sipping her tea, so Sasuke's words made her spit out the hot liquid rather dramatically.

"Are you serious?" she replied incredulously. "That would be like branding me!"

"So?" he said smoothly. "You do belong to me."

"There are much better ways to word that," Sakura grumbled, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "You make it sound like I'm your slave."

She regretted her word choice after seeing the suggestive smirk cross his lips. Ignoring her rapidly flushing cheeks, Sakura continued on.

"—which is not something I would want tattooed on me."

At that, Sasuke looked worried. "Is there something wrong with the Uchiha name that you don't want it associated it with you?"

"N-no!" Sakura stammered. "That's not what I was saying at all!"

"So it shouldn't be big deal."

She sighed, running a hand through her short hair with a sigh.

"Can we talk about this later? Forget I brought it up."

For now, Sasuke nodded in agreement, but in his mind, he was formulating a way he could convince Sakura to bear the Uchiha mark in a way that she would agree with.


Days later, Sasuke nervously pocketed the small box, removing it from its hiding place in the Uchiha manor's hidden storage room. He made sure to thoroughly dust it off to make it gleam as it once had before, the memories flooding back from its previous owner.

He found Sakura in her kitchen, stirring a pot of vegetable soup while humming to herself. She was using a simple fire jutsu to heat it up, which he immediately recognized as something she had picked up just from training with him every so often.

To others, it might seem strange how often he barged into her apartment, but she never complained or scolded him for it, so it became a habit whenever he had the time.

"Sakura," he called out, making her turn her head and smile.

"Yeah?"

He could feel his palms start to sweat.

"Uh…I have something for you," he muttered, staring at the ground to avoid eye contact.

She looked worried. "Good or bad?"

"Good," he grunted. "At least I think so."

Pausing to look at his nervous expression, she frowned.

"Am I supposed to guess?"

"Hn."

"I'm not exactly in the mood for guessing games, I just had a really long shift at the hospital tending to Kiba after he broke five of his ribs on a mission and-"

He thrust forward the box, staring at her intently. She gave him a quizzical look. Certainly he wasn't proposing since they weren't even dating, but what could it be?

Gingerly taking it from his hand, she opened it slowly, eyes widening at what was inside.

A delicate necklace lay on the plush bottom of the case, the charm a familiar symbol, one that she would never expect to give her so willingly.

"Is t-this…." she stammered out, only to be cut off by a nod and another "Hn."

"It was my mother's. I want you to have it."

Tears prickled in her eyes, and Sasuke automatically assumed the worst.

"If you don't want to, that's fine, I mean-"

"—No, Sasuke. I love it," Sakura grinned, wiping at her eyes. "Could you help me put it on?"

With trembling hands, Sasuke picked up the chain gently, walking behind Sakura as she held up the back of her hair to expose the soft, pale skin of her neck. She was so close, so delicate, so innocent. Although he had already promised himself to always protect her, Sasuke made another promise right then and there.

Sakura Haruno would become Sakura Uchiha.

After he fastened it, she smoothed out her hair, ignoring the pot of soup as she wrapped him up in a tight hug, her body flush against his own. He almost protested out loud once she pulled away. And although her lips looked so sweet and welcoming, he decided to save that step for later, since he didn't want to push her to quickly.

After all, he knew that both of them had never done this thing before.

And now, the rest of the males in Konoha would know that they wouldn't stand a chance, now that Sasuke Uchiha claimed her as his own. If he interpreted her furious blush correctly, she knew exactly what he meant by the gesture, which made him swell with pride.

"Shall we go out for dinner instead?" she asked hesitantly, running a finger over the Uchiha crest.

He looked at her quizzically. "Why? You already spent time on the soup."

Her cheeks redden further.

"Well….I just thought you might want me to show it off….."

Sasuke smirked in appreciation.

He knew he made the right choice.


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