THE LOVE LETTERS

By: elvinda

Summary: Sasuke wrote love letters? SasuSaku

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Hi! As promised, a SasuSaku fic. I'm not really satisfied with this chapter though. Sorry if it isn't good… my ideas flow better when writing ShikaIno. Ehhe… Review is much appreciated. Note: this story is kind of continued from the Violet Paper. Remember the sneezing in Uchiha residence? It can be connected from there. Next chapter will be NaruHina! Yay! It will be dedicated to one of my reviewer who had requested NaruHina.

Disclaimer: Kishimoto-sensei owns Naruto series. I can only own this story line.

"I told you not to train until late at night! See, now you've caught cold!" a pink-haired woman was scolding her raven-haired husband when a 5-year-old boy entered the room.

"Mommy, look at what Hokage-sama gave me! What is this, Mommy?" he handed a piece of paper to Sakura curiously. The paper looked old and yellowing. It was as if it had been opened and folded for umpteen times. Sasuke's eyes widened in horror, a tinge of red found its way to his cheek when he looked at the messy scrawls on the paper. Deciphering the almost illegible writing, Sakura gasped a little.

Sasuke rushed to Hokage tower, determined to punch his ex-genin cellmate. While he was running, memories reverberated in his mind. The 10-year-old Uchiha Sasuke guided him in his trip down the memory lane.

Itachi promised him to train together, but he failed to show up in the end. He was told that his brother was going on a mission.

"Why does he always break his promises?" he complained, a frown began forming on his handsome face. He was so engrossed in his thoughts of his idolized brother that he did not realize that he was going to collide with a tree.

"LOOK OUT!" a shout startled the onyx-eyed boy, preventing the collision in the nick of time. He glanced at the source of the soft voice. It was from a pink-haired little girl.

'Her forehead is wide, but she sure is adorable' he thought, not knowing that he was watching the girl's forehead in amusement.

"Hey! It's rude to stare, you know!" a blonde yelled at him, zapping him back to reality.

"It's okay, Ino-chan. I… know that my forehead is broad…" the pink-haired smiled timidly at her blonde friend. 'He is gorgeous…but, he will never consider me pretty. He must've been amazed by Ino-chan by now' she gazed at her friend, then at Sasuke. She grinned bitterly, her viridian eyes were lifeless. More often than not, she felt inferior to Ino.

Sasuke mumbled his apology, and then started walking away from the girls. The viridian-eyed girl kept entering his mind that whole day, keeping his eyes open no matter how exhausted he was. Therefore, he decided to pour his heart into a letter. He had read about it somewhere: writing it out helped one to keep whatever turning one into an insomniac at bay. He was quite grateful it worked. Unfortunately for him, the effect was temporary. As a result, his love letters for the girl piled up in a carefully-hidden box every night.

He did not expect to meet her again, let alone be in the same genin team as hers. Especially, after the ordeal his brother had put him through. He was not surprised that she had grown into a confident and beautiful young woman. Her large forehead was then full of knowledge. Yet, he ignored every attempt she made to ask him out. The darkness in his heart clouded his true feelings for her. He drowned himself in self-pity and thoughts of avenging his family which was slaughtered by Itachi.

Until one fateful day, Naruto found his box, where he kept all his childhood memories—the letters. If truth be told, he should thank Naruto for saving him from darkness. Although it was accidental, he helped him get his feelings back and realize the uselessness of revenge. Even so, Sasuke was Sasuke. He snatched the box from Naruto, but little did he know that Naruto had taken a piece of the scripts.

"Naruto, why the hell did you take my letter! Why did you give it to my son!" Sasuke gritted his teeth in fury upon arriving at the Hokage's office; he felt that he had been humiliated in front of his son and wife. Sasuke got upset real easily. The blond gulped in panic. He uttered any excuse he could manage to avoid Sasuke's rage. Sadly, they failed. Sasuke's fist was already landing on Naruto's face. He would have been killed if Sakura and Hinata did not enter the spacious room right on time.

"Sasuke-kun…?" Sakura called her spouse as they walked slowly toward their home. Her emerald orbs sparkled with enthusiasm, but she could feel blood rushing to her cheeks. "I thought the letter was sweet and…and…I think you should write to me more often…"

The black-haired man smiled mischievously, "Writing more often is not a good idea. Hmmm… how does kissing you more often sound?" He circled his right arm around her waist, guiding her home protectively as she chuckled.

Later that night, Uzumaki Naruto was trying to reason with his wife.

"But, Hinata-chan! I had his best interest at heart! I wanted him to feel nostalgic!" he frowned. Then, an idea struck his mind. A foxy grin lit his features. He whispered to his wife "The letter might be helping him to be in the mood. He must be enjoying this night!" Hinata eyed her husband with her pearly eyes and then she hit his head.

"Naruto-kun, it is still wrong to hand the letter to his son! You know that he got easily offended. You are embarrassing him! You can give it to him directly, can't you?" she started scolding her husband. Naruto glanced at her eyes. Eventually, he remembered that he could never win any argument with her. He heaved a sigh, never knowing that Sasuke, unlike him, did enjoy the night.