Ouch!

Pain!

Agony!!!!

Okay, so maybe not agony, but it still hurt like crazy. It hurt like laying on hot curling irons

Like a boulder being dropped on you!

Like the words "no tomatoes—'

Well, I think you get the picture.

Sasuke walked towards the gates leading him into the village. Where his bed was . . . his gait had, strangely, become a lot slower than normal.

Maybe it was hunger

Or sleep deprivation.

Or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact that for nearly two weeks—with only 1 small break every ten hours—he's been carrying about 400 lbs between two countries?

Yeah, that might be it.

Sasuke still didn't get why the hokage was making him do this. I mean, carrying a bag of cricks between two countries? Perhaps it was Naruto's way of saying, "You're my BFF!!!" in a very odd and very strange way. Well, Sasuke knew one thing:

The 6th was not getting a Christmas cark from him this year!

A sharp jolt shot down through his shoulders and down his back in a failed attempt at shifting the weight on his back to a more confortable position. Oh, he was going to be feeling this for weks!

As he approached the gates, he noticd Kiba and Neji on patrol duty (and he thought e had it bad?)

"Tough mission?" Kiba asked as Sasuke was passing. The Uchiha didn't answer but kept walking.

"Uchiha, teleport yourself; you look downright pitiful," Neji demanded. Sasuke sent him a pointed glare, but took the advice.

When he 'poofed' into the Hokage's office, he saw Naruto sleeping at the desk, drooling on some documents. Getting irritated, Sasuke let the bag of bricks slip off of his shoulders.

Well, that sent them falling to the floor, which made the floor shake on impact, which caused the shelves directly behind Sasuke to tremble and fall forward onto the Uchiha, emitting loud crash.

Which woke up the sleeping blonde.

"Huh?! What's that?!" Sasuke, miraculously, made it ¼ of his way out from all of the junk on top of him. "Eh? Sasuke, what are you doing under there?" he asked innocently. After staring at the blonde for a few seconds, Sasuke's head dropped to the ground, groaning.

"I hate my life," he mumbled.

It was at that moment the office door opened. "Naruto, I have the—oh my gosh! Sasuke, are you alright?!" Not looking up, Sasuke heard a pair of feet rushing to him; a light hand went to his shoulder.

Was that lavender he was smelling?

"Naruto, what did you do this time?!"

"Ah, Sakura—it wasn't me, I swear!"

Sasuke raised his head to see Sakura next to him, her had still on his shoulder.

"Sasuke! Oh, are you alright, baby?" Her hand moved and he felt fingers going through his hair, the way she would when they were alone. It felt so nice . . .

He put his head back on he ground, staring up at his lovely wife.

"I have so many problems in life. I have to carry 400 lbs for weeks, and then a shelf falls on me . . ." he said, giving her his secret weapon.

The Uchiha Pout.

Sakura gasped quietly and turned to Naruto.

Whose mouth was hanging open in shock at Sasuke's act.

And so, the moment Sakura had fully turned away from him, Sasuke put his hand in the air, gave Naruto the little birdie, and stuck his tongue out.

Childish, yes; but the look on Naruto's face was priceless!

"Naruto, you're in trouble now!!!"

After five minutes of watching the blonde hokage getting pummeled, Sakura came walking back to Sasuke. She carefully lifted the junk off of the young man. Once he was up on his feet, Sakura took his hand.

"C'mon; let's go back home and I'll make you some rice balls with tomato soup."

On the way to the Uchiha home, the pain in Sasuke's neck, back, and shoulders became increasingly worse. When they were inside their large, cozy abode, Sasuke plopped down in a chair.

And heard and felt a painful, sickening crack.

The Uchiha hissed, shooting out the entire foul alphabet from under his breath. Sakura rushed over to him. She helped him up, and there was another crack. She quickly led Sasuke up to their bedroom, carefully ripping off his shirt in the process. Sasuke lay himself down on their bed, his face going straight to the soft pillow.

Now, normally, he'd be going crazy about the fact that he was on their large bed—half naked, and all. But he was in too much pain to even care about that.

'I have so many problems . . .'

"Were you experiencing pain during you mission?" Sakura asked professionally. Sasuke nodded his head.

"Yeah; mostly along my back and shoulders. Right where the frickin shelf hit me!" he growled.

Was it just him, or that every time he wanted revenge for anything, it went horribly wrong?

Must be his silly imagination.

It was a few seconds before he felt chakra seeping into his aching back. He had to fight the urge to sigh. Sakura's chakra had always had this warming, calming effect to it, and it always relaxed people.

Especially Sasuke, no matter what mood he was initially in.

Crossing his arms over his head, Sasuke fully relaxed, eyes closing.

'Now this feels nice . . .'

"Sasuke!! Oh!!!"

A smirk.

"Sasuke?"

The man in question slowly opened his eyes. And instead of seeing Sakura in bed, where he thought she was a second ago, she was crouched down by the bed, her face a few inches from his own.

"Do I even want to hear your story on what you were dreaming about?" When he gave her a questioning look, she continued. "Because the whole time you were moaning and groaning 'Sakura!' Care to explain?"

The Uchiha felt his face heat up, betraying the impassive look on his face that he was trying to hold. Sakura smirked.

"Yeah, I thought so." The smirk went away. "Well, your back was only slightly fractured. And I had to be cautious because it was extremely close to one of you vertebra, and I didn't want to be the cause of an unfortunate state of paralysis. But there are still a ton of knots in your back muscles from missions, which is normally fixed by a simple massage," she informed. Sasuke raised his head up immediately, staring at her. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" He stared harder.

'Do I seriously have to actually ask?!'

She then had a suspicious look in her eyes.

"You want me to give you a massage," she said bluntly. After a small pleading look appeared in her husband's eyes, she sighed, getting up from where she was crouched. When Sasuke saw her cracking her knuckles, he knew he was going to get what he was wanting.

What an Uchiha wants, an Uchiha shall get.

He put his head back down as Sakura put her hands on his shoulders. She began and her thumbs pressed down into his skin, easily rubbing at the muscles underneath; he had to –again—fight the urge to sigh. Her hands skillfully worked their way down his back, getting rid of the knots that were there.

Since when did he have so many?

She then reached a sensitive spot on his lower back. At that point, Sasuke could no longer contain himself.

He moaned/sighed.

"Boy, you'd better not be dreaming about sex again," she mumbled to herself. Sasuke turned his head to the side, smirking up at her.

"Oh, as if you don't?"

Her hands went back to the sensitive spot, working at it again. She then started to rub his back normally, going up and down, while the other stayed where it was. Sakura watched as Sasuke's eyelids drooped down and finally closed, showing that he was sleeping. She sat back down on the floor. Resting her chin on the edge of the mattress, she studied her husband's sleeping face. Any stress lines that were normally there had disappeared from sight, and everything was soft-looking.

Peaceful.

She lightly stroked her fingers along his perfect, pale face, running down his cheek slowly. Surprisingly, even in his sleep, his face leaned slightly up towards her touch. The reaction made her smile softly. Sakura combed her fingers slowly through his soft, raven-colored locks. She heard a quiet sigh escape his slightly parted lips. His soft, perfect lips.

"Mommy? "

Sakura turned her head slightly to see Kidoshi standing in the doorway. Sakura grinned, putting a finger to her lips.

"Shhh! Daddy's sleeping!" she whispered. Eyes widening, the youngest Uchiha tiptoed over to where his parents were.

"Why is daddy sleeping? It isn't bedtime yet," the young boy whispered.

"Daddy had a tough mission and is very, very tired." The child's eyes widened again, this time in understanding.

"Oohhh, okay. I'll be super quiet!" he whispered, giving his mother a grin.

Suddenly, the front door downstairs slammed and a scream of pure anger and rage was heard.
"Hebauki, I'm GONNA KILL YOU!!!!" Mikoto shrieked. Sakura watched as Kidoshi ran to the door of the master bedroom, his head going out into the hallway.

"Quiet, daddy's sleeeeping!" he yelled as loud as he could. (Full House moment!) The woman sighed.

"It was nice while it lasted."

She turned her head to see Sasuke's awake—only his opened eyes indicating so. She smiled apologetically.

"Sorry."

Sasuke grabbed her and pulled her up beside him on the bed.

"Hn. Just ignore them and maybe they'll be quiet," he mumbled. However, the noise continued until Sakura got up and put an end to it. She came back ten minutes later, looking worn out.

"Tired?"

"Yeah; so now, you have to give me a massage, you lazy bum." Sasuke smirked.

"I can do that."

Of course, he never said where his hands would be.

I had so much fun writing this! At first it was going to be seperate, like as if they were dating, but then I had the idea of some mini-Sasuke running into the room and I had to put it with the CLotUF (Crazy Life of the Uchiha Family).