The war is over, and like Konoha, Team 7 has rebuilt itself from the ground up. Everything has changed, but Sasuke and Sakura remain much the same. Eleven years, she thinks, is a long time to be in love. SasuSaku.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

Sasuke's memories of Sakura are not based on sight. No: Sakura was a press of desperation along his back, a sob to "please, don't hurt them". Sakura was a cool hand around his wrist, startling against his feverish, new-cursed skin. Sakura was the taste of apples; the breeze of an open hospital window; the stinging pain of a third Chidori. Sakura resides in the heart.

Years after his desertion, Haruno Sakura realizes that she and Uchiha Sasuke never did have an ending. But on a stormy, rainy night, as she hangs on the verge of death, she realizes that they never had a beginning either.

Cold excitement slithered down Sasuke's spine. It's her. She is the one he needs. SasuSaku AU Three-shot

AU SasuSaku. Pointy hats, dungbombs, and Firewhiskey. In which Sakura is a made of wits and Sasuke is cunning by any means necessary to achieve his ends. "No, Sakura," he chuckled darkly. "This is not anger. Anger cannot feel this good."

Given another chance, another time, another place - they could have been great. This is their story - a slice of life and second chances, in which fate acts as gravity between them. A sasusaku in the making. Complete.