AN: They don't belong to me. They're my OT3. If you read it—it's polite to review it. And we all know you want to be polite…
She opened her eyes. A tuft of blonde hair just barely peeking from the blankets at the end of the bed next to her feet—one tanned leg jutting out to the side –an arm lazily hanging toward the floor. To her right—the face renowned for the most serious of expressions in all of Konoha lay slack—and drooling slightly—the tar-black tresses that framed it sticking out every which way.
They say good things come in threes. Or is it bad things? It didn't really matter to them, because they had always come in three.
They say that whirlpools are especially dangerous—dragging everyone in; which could be proved by one certain Uzumaki who happened to drag the serpent and the flower beneath it into his current; A task that had seemed impossible to all—to charm the snake and bring him home hadn't exactly come to Naruto easily, but certainly—he was the only one for the job.
Several years had passed since Sasuke's return. They call it karma—how everything fell into place after that. Perhaps things didn't fall exactly how anyone would have predicted—but they fell softly into their place nonetheless.
Sasuke—as if paying dues from his younger days (not unlike his teacher Hatake Kakashi) Became a teacher to his very own three-man cell. His hot temper long cooled, and his patience ever-placid. Sakura, whom everyone assumed would use her nurturing mother-hen nature to teach—decided to take her iron will and healing touch to a special sector of ANBU. A sector which gave direct protection to…
Uzumaki Naruto: The sixth. He'd shouted it every day since he was able to form breath into words. And now it was reality.
But it wasn't like reality. It was some sort of warped fairytale that no-one could really get a grip on. Some whispered about it in the streets as they passed by, if they saw them with hands linked on the terrace—or as they sat one, two, three on stools in the ramen shop.
Perhaps the most wonderful thing of all—was that they didn't care. Deep down, they knew that the only reason that others would challenge their happiness—was because none of them had something that could scratch the surface of what they did. They were the three man cell with the power to take love and convert it to pure power.
Not to say it was all work—there was play too. The three shared much more than just a bed. They shared meals—burnt and butchered at Sakuke's hand, long literary discussions over sake and dango (though Naruto always ended up peeling clementines for Sasuke—who never liked sweets) lead by Sakura—and of course, the whole villiage knew of the Sixth's uncontrollable desire for ramen and fairs. He added a whopping 3 new festivals to the calendar during the "slow months" of Konoha's schedule.
Yes, indeed it was all a beautiful life. But it would change that morning. As soon as the boys awoke—Sakura would break the news. They would no longer be coming in a group of three, but rather, a group of four.