Author: Giang Tien (little miss saigon)

Date started: 7/20/15

Date posted:

Rating: T just to be safe

Prompts: silvery-black, glasses!AU, funeral and laughing

Ship: SasuSaku

Summary: He didn't know she wore glasses. She looked good in them, anyway. She always did.

Author's note: um so the next prompt will be 'rouge'

this one is a glasses!AU that randomly came because i mean i was reading the gaiden and was liek "ermegerd sarada has dem glasses" and im liek "wait what if sakura had glasses too ajkdfjl"

and then theres a kid from my old school i haven't talked to in like, years, and his mom is really sick too from what i've heard. so i guess this is kinda way to be like "hey bro its all gonna be okay cuz friends are here and… stuff." yeah im not really one for sentimental words

EURG

cept hes never gonna see this

eheheh whatever

XXX

The rain matched his mood.

He stared down at the bleak, stone-gray tombstone, the light of the candle placed at its base weakly flickering over the engraved words.

Uchiha Mikoto

Mother to Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke

Wife to Uchiha Fugaku

Will always be remembered in our hearts

It had been over a week since the hospital had delivered the news. But he was still in shock.

Did everything have to be taken away? First Fugaku, his father, died in the line of duty during an armed standoff. The police chief was sorely missed at the station, even now, a year after his death.

Then soon followed Itachi. By a myriad of medical conditions from leukemia to other diseases Sasuke could never pronounce, his brother was dead by the time Sasuke's birthday rolled around this year.

And now? His mother was gone. Damn cancer got to her, too. Stupid damn terminal illnesses. Stupid damn chemotherapy. Stupid damn shit statistics from the doctors at Konoha Hospital.

The bouquet of flowers clutched in his fist were slowly crushed as he slowly went through the day's events in utter and complete shock.

He had woken up at the crack of dawn, as usual on Monday. He needed to get to work early. Paying for his mom's medical bills as well as the house's rent, electricity, water bills and food… it was no wonder why the house was spartan. Sure, the Uchihas were wealthy enough. But Sasuke didn't want to use any of that money. No, he wanted to wait until he needed the money desperately.

His job as a deputy in the Konoha Police Station paid well enough. And besides, he didn't see the point of having extraneous furniture or mementos or anything like that… after Itachi's loss, he was done with all that sentimental crap. His sole purpose was supporting himself and his mom.

And look how that turned out, he thought bitterly, examining the wilting blooms in his grip.

The day had gone by fast. He finished his daily job- patrolling the more cushy areas of Konoha, handing out tickets, and managing the station during his rounds. He had collapsed on the couch at home. His face was flushed and sweaty, his uniform and hair in complete disarray. Stupid kids goofing off at the mall didn't know when to stop when it was good for them. He had chased them all around the damn mall, then finally apprehending the stupid brats, he kicked them out of the mall and called their parents to take them to the depot. Stupid delinquents. Since when was shoplifting and tampering with the public water fountains and parkouring the cool thing?

That was when shit got real.

The phone rang. His brows furrowed.

Who could be calling him? Ugh, like he cared. He was damn tired and hungry and he would be getting his sleep. Screw Naruto or whoever was calling him at the most ungodly hour of the night.

Call from: Konoha Hospital.

His blood ran cold. Icy-cold.

The hospital would only call for two things: if his mother's condition had gotten worse… or…

Growling, heaving his sore body from the couch, he refused to finish the second thought. He would not let Mikoto die on him.

Fifteen minutes later, he was crying.

The next week went by in a blur. Revising funeral plans, guests who were to be invited, the eulogy to be said, and the financial things to be taken care of. But did it really matter?

It was just all a stupid game to him. He wanted to mourn his mother in peace. Why the hell did he have to plan a damn funeral? But his grandfather, Uchiha Madara wanted nothing otherwise. The old geezer demanded nothing less for the wife of his son.

Planning three funerals in one year. Annoying-ass karma is just out to get me, huh?

The funeral service took the entire day. More and more blobs of people meandered in to pay their respects. Speakers were called up to recount the numerous memories of Uchiha Mikoto. When it was Sasuke's turn, he had recited his speech mechanically.

People patted him on the back, gave him their condolences and snuck in glances of pity when his back was turned.

Then it was over

The station had given him a week of leave to mourn.

He had put off visiting the local cemetary for a couple days. But he was here now.

He studied the flowers in the bouquet Yamanaka Ino had dropped by his door that morning ("Sasuke-kun, take care of yourself, okay?").

Bluebells- grateful. Cherry blossoms- kindness and a gentle nature. Daffodil- respect. Red spider lily- never to see you again. Morning glory- willful promises. Pansy- thoughtfulness and caring. A single white rose- silence and devotion.

But the most heartbreaking of them all-

It was just one stalk with a few, vibrant blooms.

Sweet pea-

Goodbye.

He let the tears fall, body shaking as he laid the bouquet down. The thin, black mourning clothing stuck to his skin in the damn morning mist.

Sasuke turned away, hair shadowing his face, hands shoved in his pockets as he turned to leave.

"Sasuke-kun…?" a tentative, familiar voice called out.

He raised his head to meet the worried, gentle and concerned gaze of green eyes.

"Sakura," he muttered, skirting around her. He wasn't in the mood of chatting with his long-time friend.

"Sasuke-kun," she reiterated gently, placing a reassuring, delicate and cool hand on his shoulder.

Her pink hair was let loose, brushing the tips of her shoulders. She looked the same, really. Pale skin, apple-jade green eyes, unusual pink hair that glinted with shades of blonde and red in the sunlight, and…

"Glasses." It wasn't a question, but rather an observation. He reached with his spidery fingers to brush them along the red frames perched on her nose.

"Yeah," she laughed. Then he noticed the slightly wobbly tremor in her voice and the ways her eyes shone with tears. "I can't wear my contacts while I cry. They always fall out."

For some odd reason, that completely tiny, insignificant detail made him want to laugh. A bubble burst inside of him, and he allowed himself to snort in amusement.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun," she murmured, hugging him tightly.

He blinked, unsure and taken aback. He glanced down at the pink head resting on his chest.

He was never really sure what to make of her. First starting out as many of his annoying admirers in elementary school, progressing to a mature young woman- and his best friend, besides Naruto.

She was so tiny, he thought to himself, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her too. But somehow she had always impacted his life in a large sort of way- either as company, a friend, a confidante, or something more.

"You know that we'll always be there for you, right, Sasuke-kun? Your second family." He voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

He tilted his head skywards, noting the small ray of sunshine peeking through the bleak gray clouds that were breaking up. A slight breeze passed through the leaves of the sakura tree bending over the graves of his family, shaking loose a storm of delicate pink petals. They rested on the ground on top of the graves and decorated the tombstones, making them look a little less sad.

Maybe things would be okay.

"Aa."