Kekkon
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Sakura huffed, and lifted up a particularly heavy jar filled with a pasty yellow concoction; the shelf creaked in protest as she placed it down.
The light that entered the store bounced off all the glass containers, and the sagging heat seemed to make everyone lethargic. The pink haired girl turned to smile at the old man behind the counter, who hummed a common folklore. He had forgotten the words a long time ago, all that was left was the tune.
"Ojji-san?" Sakura spoke while she observed his actions, "What are you doing?"
Hikaru shook his head and smiled, "I was just looking at some old pictures."
His daughter raised an eyebrow, before she walked towards him, leaning over the counter. The photographs in his hand were old and wrinkled, the color faded and the aging apparent. Sakura giggled at the younger version of Hikaru, and the boyish grin on his face.
"I was twelve here, out on my first business trip with my father," he said as he pointed at an older man, "That was such a long time ago." he sighed, and shuffled up the photographs.
"Did you know that I took over the shop when I was fifteen, my brothers had left us and my father was becoming ill," the old man smiled.
Sakura bit her lip and realized how similar their situations were. She had also begun to take care of the shop when she was fifteen after an incident where he had almost given a customer a deadly poison.
The pink haired girl sighed, so much had happened in the last three years. She was now eighteen and married; however, a part of her still wanted to stay and take care of her father. Hikaru was basically banned from touching anything in the shop now, and it broke Sakura's heart.
Growing old was a frightening experience, especially for others to watch a person slowly fade. Yesterday, when Ino had come over to the shop to say hi, Hikaru didn't even recognize her. It seems as though, the old man was more in touch with his childhood than recent memories.
"Sakura-chan," a frantic voice said.
The pink haired girl looked up to see a blonde man poof in, his hair was in crazy angles and his blue eyes were panicked. He was covered in dirt, grime and blood, obviously back from a tough mission.
"Naruto? What's wrong?" Sakura asked, as she rushed up to her husband's friend.
Hikaru followed her as well, "You look like you just had a fight with the devil!"
"Might as well have Otou-san," Naruto bit his cheek nervously, "Eto… Sakura-chan, Sasuke was hurt he's in the hospital and Baa-chan needs your help with curing a poison."
A numb feeling overcame her. If Tsunade, one of the legendary sanin and the best medic in all of the shinobi nations needed her help, then Sasuke was in trouble.
"Ojji-san, gomen, but I have to…"
Hikaru smiled kindly and patted his daughter's shoulder, "Go on now."
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A bright bleached light illuminated the room, and the artificial smell of sanitizer and medication seemed omnipresent in the air. While some patients slept together in shared rooms, others had their own private and individual ones; built for prestigious clan members.
Each private room was well equipped with a bathroom, comfortable bed, and chairs for guests- at that time only one of those rooms was occupied.
Sakura sighed and rearranged Sasuke's blanket. She gazed at his sleeping face and her fingers came up to lightly trace all his features. The girl nearly giggled, her husband always looked so young when he slept.
Sakura combed through his hair and undid all the knots and tangles that hindered her fingers. They hadn't had enough time to bath him, and Sasuke was still quite filthy.
Sakura cupped his face.
Her husband had been stabbed with a sword coated in a deadly poison. It was quite complex and consisted of many ingredients. Shizune and Sakura had worked together to make the antidote while Tsunade stabilized Sasuke and prevented the poison from spreading. It had been an extremely tiring, yet slightly exciting day.
She heard the door behind her open, and the soft footsteps that could only belong to one person.
"Sakura! Why are you still here?" Mikoto said in a gentle voice.
The mother was carrying clothes and a basket of food. A worried expression was on her face as well, but she was used to the dangerous life of a shinobi . The dark haired lady smiled and placed the items on a table before she came up to squeeze Sakura's shoulder.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine. Sasuke's too stubborn to let some poison get to him."
Sakura shook her head, "Poison is dangerous Okaa-san, it complicates everything."
Mikoto rolled her eyes, "Kami-sama, you're so serious," the older lady smiled, "Sakura I would tell you to come home, but you'll probably refuse so I brought some stuff for you."
The pink haired girl grinned, "Arigato, Okaa-san."
Mikoto hummed and patted Sakura's head, "You'll get used to it, when they come home battered and injured. It becomes a part of your life. It's never easy, of course, but then again, nothing ever is..."
She leaned over to pat her son's head, "This one's especially brash, I suggest you keep him on a leash," Mikoto grinned, "I'm going home now, I'll come in the morning to check on him, get some rest."
Sakura nodded, "Ja ne."
The pink haired girl closed her eyes, and rested her head near Sasuke's hand. Sakura smiled at Mikoto's words and snuggled closer into her husband's hand, letting sleep take over.
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Sasuke groaned and threw an arm over his face. His head was throbbing and his body felt numb, the dull light in the room hurt and his throat and lips were dry. The dark haired man fluttered his eyes open, slowly clearing the dizzy haze around him.
Sasuke frowned when he realized that he was in a hospital and the memories of a terrible mission flooded back to him. He winced as he got up and eyed the flower vase on the side table, the only source of water in the room.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. He reached over to take the single daffodil out before he brought the vase up to his lips; its murky water caused him to cringe, but he was so thirsty.
"Sasuke what the hell are you doing?" a shrill voice nearly screamed.
The dark haired man blinked and looked over to see a very disgusted wife. She stood by the open door, with an angry look. Sakura's hair was perfectly combed and her clothes looked as stylish as ever. A tantalizing apple was in one hand, while a glass of clean, crisp water was in the other.
Sasuke reached out his arm, "Give me."
Sakura rolled her eyes before she sat down on a chair and handed him her glass. She eyed him cautiously, while she looked for any signs of pain.
"How are you feeling?"
Sasuke shrugged, and placed the glass on a side table. Most of his body was wrapped up in bandages, and his muscles felt stiff and immobile, but otherwise he was okay.
"You know, you were sleeping for almost two days." Sakura said, as she cut the apple in her hand, "Hokage-sama even came to check on you, he said that you had to take a two week leave for recovery."
Sasuke scowled, "I'm fine, I feel fine."
His wife's eyes softened, "No you're not, you need to rest. "
The dark haired man just glared at her before he leaned into the bed's headboard and crossed his arms. He glanced out the window, staring at the dark sky outside and the mundane color scheme it created.
"What time is it?" Sasuke mumbled.
"3 in the morning," came Sakura's curt reply.
The man seemed surprised and turned to her, "Why are you awake? Why are you even here?"
Sakura handed him the newly cut apple slices and stole one for herself, "First off all you were snoring like a pig, so I woke up," she said as she munched on her snack and ignored his glare, "And I'm here because I've been taking care of you."
Sasuke smirked, "You were worried about me?"
Sakura rolled her eyes, but a blush was very visible on her cheeks. She gasped as her husband grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him; Sasuke winced at the impact, now aware of how bad his injuries truly.
Sakura's eyes widened, "Gomen, gomen. Are you okay?"
Sasuke nodded and shifted so he lay on his uninjured side. He moved Sakura as well, wrapping and arm around her waist.
"So, you were worried," He asked, with a very uncharacteristic grin.
"Hai," she said as she buried her face into his chest, while he played with her pink strands.
Peaceful silence enveloped them, as Sasuke felt his eyes droop. He clung to Sakura's body and buried his face in her hair to smell the sweet, fresh aroma that was her.
He groaned, "You smell so clean and nice, while I'm all filthy."
Sakura pulled on his ebony locks and forced him to look at her. "Maybe later I can give you a sponge bath," she whispered.
The dark haired man blushed.
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BTW for all my pervs there is this really good Sasusaku lemon called 'Sponge Bath' I don't remember who its by, but its hella good ;)
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