AN/: Thank you, ALL of you, for patiently waiting. I've had writer's block for some time; it's very frustrating, so thanks for bearing with me. BUT I watched My Sassy Girl and this drabbled is based on a scene from the movie. Thank you, my reviewers:) You guys make my days. end AN
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Sasuke sighed exasperatedly. He was going to be beaten by a vacuum again.
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Damn that Naruto, Sasuke thought vehemently. Just because he is Hokage now, he thinks he can demand the attention of the almighty Uchiha Sasuke 24/7? Doesn't he realize that his obsession with his best friend is bordering on… gay?
Sasuke shuddered. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating but Naruto was very clingy these days.
Sasuke rubbed his brow wearily. Konoha had finally regained peace and stability, after winning a long, hard war.
Miraculously, Rookie Nine suffered no casualties.
Naruto was particularly grateful to Sasuke for saving Hyuga Hinata. He took a kunai in the chest for her, effectively saving her life and dooming his own.
Now, Naruto was ridiculously indebted to him, demanding to take him out to ramen everyday and throw lavish gifts upon him such as a fun filled day of drinking at the pub with the Hokage.
Not that he minded spending time with Naruto but Sasuke Uchiha was a married man and he preferred to spend the majority of his life with her instead of the loud mouthed blonde.
The Uchiha's lips quirked up in a reluctant smile as he thought of Sakura.
Oh. A pregnant Sakura.
Sasuke's expression became torn as he thought about the beating he was going to receive.
Sakura had very scary mood swings and she becomes very upset when Sasuke is not there to bow down to her every whim. She wasn't usually like that; she blamed it on the hormones and tried to justify her upset by listing feminine pains that Sasuke did not really want to hear about.
Usually, if Sasuke were late in returning from a mission or returning late in time for dinner, he would receive a beating from her. She would be in such a rage that she wouldn't comprehend the damage she did to him until after he was beaten into a bloody pulp. He had pointed out to her timidly –as timidly as Uchiha can get –that her inhumane strength posed as some kind of a threat to him. She reluctantly caved –for she loved her Sasuke dearly –and they settled on some sort of unique deal.
She could only hit him with her normal strength and with whatever she had on hand.
If she was sweeping, it'd be a broom and Sasuke didn't really care for the dust that entered his nose and mouth and choked him or the painful welts they caused. He'd have to be very careful if he didn't want to lose an eye.
If she was cleaning, it'd be a vacuum. Sometimes, she'd forget to turn it off and at the right angle, Sasuke's silky hair would be sucked into the machine and a lot of uncharacteristic screaming from the Uchiha would ensue.
If he was lucky, it'd be tomatoes or cucumbers or a loaf of bread.
It was all in the matter of timing; he had to slip in at just the right time to minimize the amount of bruises and cuts he'd have to sustain in order to please his pregnant wife.
Today, the Uchiha cursed his bad luck. Naruto had somehow managed to drag him down to the pub and forcefully drug him with sake that he shoved down Sasuke's throat. Wisely waiting for himself to sober up to the fullest extent (he needed his fast reaction time to dodge fatal attacks), he did not return home until midnight.
Praying that his wife was asleep, he crept silently into their house.
His eyes widened.
She was sharpening the kitchen knives.
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