Day-5 Jutsu
After a long mission, the dark haired man tiredly dragged his legs to the place he called home with only three things on his mind; his family, warm meal and a well deserved sleep.
He opened the door and almost immediately was hit by the delicious scent of warm meal and fresh flowers. Sasuke took a deep breath already feeling relaxed at the prospect of being home.
He heard light footsteps coming closer as his wife came out of the kitchen, a radiant smile on her face as her green eyes took him in.
"Tadaima," he softly said his eyes zeroing on the appreciative figure of his beautiful wife.
"Okaeri, you must be tired. Let me draw the bath for you" she replied as she helped him off his cloak.
"Hn. Sarada?" He enquired walking down the hall to the bedroom he shared with her.
"She is out on a mission, Sasuke-kun," Sakura answered, entering the bathroom to run the water.
He hummed in reply, flopping down on the bed waiting for her to finish.
Suddenly their front door clicked open as someone entered the house. Sasuke forrowed his eyebrows as he abruptly got up opening the bedroom door, only to find his wife on the other side.
"Sakura?" His mismatched eyes widened at the sight as he looked back towards the bathroom.
"Anata, you are back. When did you get back?" the one in front of him asked as the other came back into the room.
"What...? Kage Bunshin...?" He asked the real Sakura, who took off her white coat revealing the uchiwa on her back.
She turned back to him, her eyes reflecting longing, worry, care and love. The Bunshin vanished as Sakura started unbuttoning his shirt and coat, all while checking for any injury.
"Sakura?"
She looked up at him, her hands gently cupping his face.
"It's just with Sarada out on a mission and I, at the hospital," she trailed of giving him a soft smile, "I didn't want you to come home to an empty house eith no one to welcome you. So I left a clone behind, just in case."
Sakura gasped as he pulled her towards him, burying his face into her neck to inhale the familiar scent he associated with her.
She was right. Coming home to a empty and cold house was one of his worst memories. He didn't like that feeling. As if he were all alone.
But he wasn't alone anymore. He had a family now. A daughter, he was so proud of. And a wife who always seemed to understand his feelings. He didn't know what he had done to deserve her.
So he pulled back and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, uttering very simple words that held great meaning for the two of them.
"Thank you,"
She looked into his giving him a loving smile.
"Okaeri, Anata.."
"Aa. Tadaima,"
