Sasuke's Cherry Blossom

Part 3

A/N:- Hi, hi. Update! Much thanks to everyone who has reviewed thus far; it's really appreciated. Love y'all. Sorry that it took so long for me to updtae. I still don't have Internet at home. Yeah, it's sucks, I know.

Tsuki Angel:- Ayame is the ramen girl at Ichiraku's. In Episode 101, she saw Kakashi's face, so I thought it would be cute. :-)

Oh yeah, I…..um…..er..…don't have a beta reader. Not that I need one. Nope, not me. I just…..you know, felt like mentioning the fact that I..…ah..…don't have a beta reader. You know. That's all. ( --- Blatantly obvious hint. :-) )

Warning:- A little more of that so-called Adult Content.

Disclaimer:- Do you really think that I could come up with anything as complex and intricate and wonderful as Naruto? You're kidding yourself.

Sakura drank in the sight of her husband like a parched animal. The deep blue hair, those cool, coal eyes, the angled face. His mouth was set in a line, but she had never needed to see the smile on his lips to recognize it in his eyes.

"Good morning, sleepy," he said in a deep husky voice, leaning over to kiss her throat in one of those displays of affection that she lived for.

"Good morning." She stretched lazily, arms over her head, smiling coyly. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

The eyes flickered back, as if trying to remember something. His forehead creased in a frown. He soon gave up though, and shrugged.

"Yeah. How about you?"

She grinned widely.

"Oh, my night was lovely. I dreamt about us, in the past."

"And I surmise you had I good time?"

"Oh, yes." She giggled. "Do you remember Naruto and Kiba's fight at the wedding?"

He rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"How could I forget? The two idiots were practically rolling on the table." He smirked. "Good thing Shino and I were there to take care of things."

"Good thing indeed," she said dryly, tapping him on the shoulder. "How is Shino? I haven't seen him in a while."

"He's finally stopped dodging the ANBU and agreed to work with us. He's joining Neji's platoon in place of Tenten as of next week."

"Oh yeah, she going on maternity leave, isn't she?" Sakura gave a little nervous laugh. "No matter how many babies I've helped bring into this world, I'm still going to be anxious about delivering a Hyuuga."

"You're going to be fine, Sakura." He rolled on top of her completely, placing his elbows on either side of her to support his weight. "Just fine."

His head descended, and she rose to meet him halfway. Their lips locked, fused, and tangled. Her hands ran through his hair and down his back, dappling over his sinewy muscles. He murmured his love against her mouth before moving across to her ear. His tongue tickled her, delighted her, drove her wild, and she was quick to pay him back in turn. She placed wet butterfly kisses on his stubbly cheek, the line of his jaw, his throat.

Sasuke winced, and drew away from her. Worry pushed the passion out of her eyes, and she reached out to touch his shoulder.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?"

He shook his head slowly.

"Sorry…nothing…it's just that when you touched my throat there, I had this pain."

Her eyes sought out his, asking an unvoiced question. He vetoed it right away, fingering the spot.

"No, it's not the curse seal. Just a dull ache. Been sort of bothering me since I woke."

She studied that part of his neck. It was slightly red.

"Come here."

Sakura stretched out her hand and covered the bruise. Chakra glowed beneath her palm for a few moments before she took it away.

"Thanks," he said absently. Even though it no longer hurt, he continued to rub the area. His eyes narrowed into slits, his brow creased and something of a scowl etched on his lips. "Sakura….something is wrong here." He glanced around the room. He got back that look on his face that suggested he was trying to remember something. Sakura looked at him apprehensively, wondering what was going on.

Abruptly, Sasuke dug under the covers and retrieved a kunai. The look that took over his face as he held it up was one of insurmountable rage, and it very nearly frightened her. She hadn't seen that look on his face in years.

"He was here. Damn it, that bastard was here."

She didn't need to ask who. Fear flooded her.

"Are you sure?"

Sakura could feel, rather than see his anger mounting.

"Oh, he was here alright. That bastard. He was here, watching us."

Sakura perused the room, and got a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Sasuke, you're right, something is wrong here. Kisho(1)…he would normally be awake by now, and crying for his milk."

A look of abject terror crossed his face.

"No, no, no…kami-sama, no."

He vaulted off the bed and raced to the small wooden crib across the room. He flung off the netting, and choked on a dry sob. He turned to his wife, agony etched on his face.

"Sakura, he's gone. Oh, God, Sakura, he's gone. Itachi took our son."

THE END.

A/N:- Well, what do you think? Nice little twist, eh? Comments and critiques greatly appreciated (and greatly coveted, actually). I hope everyone liked it.

1- This name was borrowed from a fic by the talented Icarusy. The character was also Sasuke and Sakura's son, and I have absolutely no imagination when it comes to Japanese names, so…….Arigatou.