She kissed him.
She didn't know why, but she did. It wasn't him, although he looked like him. His voice was different, deeper, and softer than his had ever been even when they had shared intimate nights together deep within the lonely depths of his mansion. He never rose his voice at her like he did, and she was very thankful because she always fell asleep with his soft whispers.
He was older, but not by that much. She thought he looked older beyond his years with his sleep deprived eyes and his patient personality, and he definitely looked very handsome. His very presence always had her breathing hard and body trembling, whether it has from fear or excitement she didn't know.
He never touched her unless she wanted to be touched. And she always craved for his body to be near her on cold nights. He was gentle with her, but sometimes she just wanted him to be rough with her like him.
He was with her when she gave birth to her first child.
She had been beaten when she was eight months pregnant and she was scared because he wasn't with her. She had been crying before he found her, bleeding profoundly on the soft earth. He worried about the child's life, even if it wasn't his. His whole body burned with rage when he saw her broken and giving birth to a child she didn't want.
Broken like when he first found her.
She gave birth to a baby girl, with bright emerald eyes and dark silky hair. She stopped crying when she heard the baby wail and began to laugh as she saw that unmistakable smile grace his lips, eyes that twinkled with such delight to see the new member of the family.
"What do you want to name her?"
He looked up at her as he wrapped the wailing baby with his coat and carefully handed it to her. He leaned over and gently kissed her on her sweaty forehead before softly replying, "Aiko".
He bought a little house for her in a small village, far away from everything. He always tried to make her new life normal; he wanted the best for her and her daughter. Even when he left for missions he made sure he never returned home covered in blood and he always made sure to bring her a gift after being away for so long.
Aiko's first word was "Daddy", and she loved her daddy very much. She loved to hear his voice tell her goodnight stories and she loved to sit on his lap and play with his calloused hands. Her Mommy also loved her Daddy very much and she always had to compete with her Mommy to get her Daddy's attention. Aiko always won, because she was Daddy's little girl.
He left after telling her she had to go back home to him. She refused and argued against it, but he simply smiled a sad little smile and feverishly kissed her before departing.
She cried the first month, his presence no longer lingered in the small home, and she slowly felt herself breaking because of his absence.
On the second month she slowly put the broken pieces of herself back together. She tried to smile for her daughter and tried to live her life as usual, but the pieces would not heal properly.
On the third month she heard excited squeals coming from the yard. She ran outside to see her daughter's commotion only to freeze by the man she saw with her baby girl.
He looked up and shyly smiled at her. Aiko hugged and kissed him and talked nonstop baby gibberish to him. All he could make out was "Daddy this", "Daddy that", and "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy". He scooped her up into his arms and gently laid a soft kiss on Aiko's forehead that had her squealing in utter happiness.
She looked from afar, watched him interact with her daughter like he was here all the time instead of him. Of course Aiko was going to mistake who her daddy was, they both looked so similar. After ravishing the little girl with so much attention, he carried her to her mother.
"…Sakura…"
She felt her throat go dry and eyes water with tears that silently begged to escape from their prison.
"S-Sasuke what are you doing here?"
He ignored the question and engulfed her in a tight embrace, Aiko sandwiched between both their bodies.
"He…he wants me to take you back home with me."
She cried.
She cried for him, she cried for herself, and she cried because she was no longer broken like before.
A/N: This little baby happens to be old; I don't remember when I wrote it, but I do remember posting it up on the ItaSaku lj. I guess I'm a sucker for ItaSaku fics, although mine just suck. Itachi was super OOC. I used a lot of 'him' and 'he' to describe Sasuke, which was ok the first time, but after that it totally just messed it up.
I've been in the mood to just write SasuSaku pieces, especially if they're married and having little Uchiha babies. I can't help it.
I corrected the little itty-bitty mistakes I made on the other chapters. I noticed them this morning before I went to school. Yikes!