Kekkon
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The sun sent powerful waves down to the world, while a sea of blue sky held cotton clouds. It was only noon, and blades of grass still contained remainders of morning dew.
Sakura rubbed the back of her neck, annoyed at the heat. The dress she was wearing, despite it's traditional look, dipped down dangerously in the front, before it crossed and flowing down to her knees. It was a mossy green color, which would have blended in nicely with the vegetated background, had it not been for her bright pink hair.
Around her wrist was a delicate bracelet, a gift from one of Sasuke's aunts. She had claimed that it was imported from the Land of the Waves and made from the finest silver; however, from the red marks it was creating on her skin, Sakura could tell it was fake.
She walked to the side of the clan's training ground and avoided the other sparring ninjas. They all wore dark blue or black, with the Uchiha emblem somewhere on their persona; none of them spared a glance at her.
Sakura had never come to the training grounds before, she was too afraid of getting impaled by a stray kunai, but Mikoto had asked her to speak with a cranky Sasuke. The dark haired boy's mission had failed, so he refused to do anything but train.
Currently her husband was angrily throwing a few kunai at a target. He stood barefoot, with baggy black pants, and no shirt on. Sweat glistened on his body and made his hair damp, the outcome of a five hour training session.
"Sasuke?" Sakura's sweet voice spoke from behind him.
He didn't reply and continued his action, when Uchiha Sasuke was throwing a tantrum nothing could pacify him.
"Okaa-san said you didn't eat, so I made you a bento box and came here to deliver it," they both knew she was an amazing cook, and that Sasuke had a large appetite. He was bound to crack at any moment.
Sakura set the bento box down on the ground and plopped down next it, covered by the shade of the tree. She removed her shoes, and buried her toes into the ground and enjoyed the feel of the cool grass. She looked around and noticed that Sasuke was training in a secluded corner with no one around.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" came his gruff voice.
"Hai, the shop, but it can wait, besides I've never seen you train before!" Sakura said with a smile.
He turned to look at her,"It's not anything amazing."
His wife shrugged, "I still want to see."
Sasuke rolled his eyes and went back to his routine, ignoring Sakura completely.
If there was one thing she had discovered about her husband, it was his moodiness. Sasuke was either kind and sweet or cold and bitter, and right then he was definitely the latter.
"Ano, Sasuke, guess who I saw two days ago? You know when you were gone on your mission…" Sakura winced, great, she had to bring up the reason for his anger, "I, uh, saw Ino! She said that the dinner last week was a lot of fun and that we should plan something again."
"Hn."
He continued to hit all the targets and went through a series of jumps and movements in order to test himself. Sakura looked on with amazement; shinobis were fascinating to her. When she was younger she had always wanted to become one herself. She smiled at the thought.
Sakura was dragged out of her mind by the sound of a large grumble, she giggled. "Just come here and eat, baka."
Sasuke glared at her, but complied, nonetheless, dropping down to sit next to her and reaching over to grab the bento box. Sakura blushed and tried not to focus on the heat radiating from his body, she needed something to distract her.
"You stink," her eyes widened at what she said and the pink haired girl inwardly slapped herself.
Sasuke looked at her blankly, "Well then move away if you have a problem."
Sakura shook her head and leaned it against his shoulder, a dangerous move considering his current disposition, but he didn't shrug her off. She watched as Sasuke fumbled with the knot, before he opened the bento box and started to eat.
She toyed with the button on his pants, "How is it?"
Sasuke hummed, "Good," Eeen in his grumpiness he couldn't deny that fact.
His wife grinned, "I'm the best cook in Konoha!" then realistically added, "second to the Akimichi clan, of course."
Sasuke gave her a small nod, and let silence envelope them. She watched as he ate slowly with small bites and chewed thoughtfully; even in the training grounds he was eating elegantly. Sakura spun the bracelet on her wrist, before she spoke.
"Ne, Sasuke?" She asked.
The dark haired man sighed, "Nani?"
"It's Otou-san's birthday next week," Sakura felt him stiffen, but she continued anyway, "he's resigning, so the position for clan head and head of Konoha police would be open. And, obviously, he would probably give it to one his sons. So I was-"
"Wondering if I was going to inherit something." Sasuke shook his head and stood up, "Are you stupid? I mean Itachi is the first born, the Uchiha prodigy, and has been heir since he was born."
Sakura got up as well, "Yes, Itachi is perfect to lead the clan, but wouldn't it make sense to divide up the positions."
"No it wouldn't," the dark haired man snapped, clearly annoyed.
Sakura frowned, but persisted on, "It would cut down so much work! I mean Otou-san works so hard, he has to deal with the clan council, all the cases he receives, and then domestic matters."
"You don't know anything." He said turning her back towards her.
"I just want the best-"
Sasuke growled, "Since when did an outsider decide what's best for the clan."
Silence met his statement and gave him enough time to realize what he said. Sasuke's eyes widened, and he whipped around, "Sakura I didn't mean it."
"No, no it's fine. It's my fault for bothering you." She turned to walk away, but Sasuke grabbed her wrist.
"Saku-"
"I have to go to the shop," his wide said, pulling away from him.
He cursed, out of everyone in their family, he was supposed to be the last person to make her feel like a stranger.
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Sakura had been peacefully working at the shop: she talked to the small group of employees that worked in the back, she checked on her father, who was dozing off in the garden, she even got to rearrange all the tea mixtures.
Sakura ran a hand through her hair, before walking back inside the rickety shop; suddenly, a small black box poofed out of no where. It sat innocently on the wooden counter, just begging to be opened.
She reached forward, and toyed with the ribbon on top, before finally opening it. She gasped at the necklace inside, lifting it with a finger, an amused smile gracing her lips.
"Gomen, Sakura."
Sakura jumped, and turned to face a blushing Sasuke who looked as guilty as his voice let on. She giggled and wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his chest. Sasuke sighed and hugged her back.
"It's okay," She smiled, "but don't say anything like that again. It hurts beca-"
"I know," he mumbled, not wanting her to get all mushy and emotional.
Sakura leaned back and brushed her lips gently against his, causing him to tilt his head in order to deepen the kiss. Sakura felt his tongue ask for entrance, but she pulled away and grinned.
"Don't think you're completely forgiven," Sakura said cheekily, "you're going to have to make it up to me."
"Aa," he nodded, not catching her teasing. He grabbed the necklace on the counter, "Turn around, I'll help you put it on."
She buried her head into his chest and laughed, "Oh Sasuke, I love the gift," Sakura said between giggles, "But… but you usually give this necklace to a sister."
Sasuke looked confused, and stared at the pendant before flipping it around and reading the kanji on the back.
The dark haired man groaned.
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