a newlywed gift
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Sasuke wakes, stretches, and gets out of bed, feeling lighter than usual. Perhaps it's the morning breeze wafting in through the open window, the sense of wellness that follows a good night's sleep, or simply the sweetness of newlywed life that's inspiring this unburdened sensation.
Then again, maybe it's the lack of a penis hanging between his legs.
Sakura screams, curses, destroys their coffee table, then accidentally activates the sharingan in her right eye out of pure rage. Disoriented by the sudden clarity of perception that takes most Uchiha years to grow used to, she trips and falls onto the floor.
Sasuke coughs to cover his laugh; he doesn't want to end up like the coffee table.
"Ow." She stands carefully and rubs the goose egg that's rapidly appearing on her temple. His temple. Their temple? Whatever.
"If you're done throwing your temper tantrum, maybe you can help me figure out how to reverse this jutsu," Sasuke says.
"Don't you think that if I had any fucking idea how to reverse this I would be back in my own body by now!" Sakura shouts. Then, as if the fight has gone out of her all at once, she sits on the couch and begins to cry.
It's a very strange sensation, watching himself sob.
Sasuke sits next to her and says, "We're going to fix it."
Sakura sniffs, wipes away the tears from her cheeks, and asks, "Who would do this to us? Enemy shinobi?"
"The Raikage never did get over the little matter of his arm," Sasuke says. "The crybaby."
"No, no, we're thinking the wrong way. This isn't malicious so much as it is a joke. Who would be immature enough to pull a prank like this…"
They say it at the same time: "Naruto."
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AN: Please forgive me for this ridiculous body-swap crack drabble. I wrote this literally five years ago and never posted it because it's *stupid* but whatever, might as well share it with the world while I'm feeling silly.
Now, back to actual writing lmao