Date: 7/2/13
Rating: T
Genre: Cute, Humor
Prompt: Sasuke and Sakura are married and have a young daughter (maybe around 7yrs old?) who has a crush on a boy that acts like Sasuke.
As they stood outside the Academy, waiting to pick up their daughter from school, Sasuke crossed his arms, still trying to comprehend what he saw that morning. But the more he thought about it, the more a logical explanation eluded him, forcing him to ask his wife himself. "Sakura," he said, fixated on the Academy doors, "I noticed you gave Hana two lunches this morning." His eyes turned to her, gazing at her suspiciously. "Why?"
"Well, uh—" Sakura shrugged her shoulders and laughed awkwardly, one corner of her mouth turning upward into a crooked smile. "She was—extra hungry today?"
"Sakura."
She sighed, holding her hands up in defeat; she had always been a terrible liar. "Okay, okay. I wanted to tell you this later, but it seems that our daughter has developed a little crush on one of her classmates. And before you ask, his name is Kensho Tanaka—popular, top of his class, from a respected family. I think you might know the father; Daichi, I think his name is?" But Sasuke shook his head, the name unfamiliar. Sakura pursed her lips. "Anyway," she continued, "Hana-chan told me this while you were on your mission and asked me to make her an extra bento. But, if it makes you feel a little better, I met Kensho briefly the other day, and he seems, er, nice?"
Sasuke's expression grew sour. "That sounded convincing."
"Okay, so he's a little rough around the edges, but he's cute, and, believe it or not," Sakura said lightly, wondering how he would react, chuckling at the thought. "He kind of reminds me of you when we were younger."
"What?" Sasuke felt his eye twitch. He didn't care. "Sakura, you're joking. Hana—"
"Oh, look they're coming out!" she interrupted him as she shook his shoulder, ignoring the look he was giving her, and pointed towards the Academy doors, "That's him!"
It didn't take took long for Sasuke to find the boy Sakura was pointing to. In fact, he probably wouldn't have needed her help anyway; it was blatantly obvious who the kid was. Hands in his pockets, head held high, Kensho Tanaka was the first student to exit the building, followed closely by a group of admirers. Sasuke scanned the crowd, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw Hana wasn't a part of it. However, Kensho didn't take more than five steps away from the building when Sasuke saw his daughter rush through the doors, calling Kensho's name.
The little boy stopped and turned his head, tilting it as he waited for Hana to catch up to him. There was mild amusement in his eyes as he watched her, but it was very brief, something Sasuke could barely perceive. He squinted his eyes. He couldn't tell what Hana was saying to Kensho, but while she was animated and full of life, her classmate was the complete opposite—bored, impatient, waiting to go home. Sasuke glowered. Stop trying to act cool and pay attention to my daughter, you little—
"What are his goals?" he suddenly asked Sakura, his eyes never leaving Kensho and Hana as they began walking away from the Academy.
"His goals?" Sakura repeated, not quite sure what Sasuke was getting at. She shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose they're what most kids his age at the Academy aim for: to become a ninja, pass the first grade, grow a few inches, maybe?"
Sasuke scoffed, "That's it?" He didn't care what Sakura said; attitude or not, Kensho Tanaka was nothing like him. Hana could do so much better. He turned to Sakura. "So he's just being an asshole for no reason?"
Her eyes widened as she punched her husband in the arm. "Sasuke! He's only seven!" But Sasuke didn't seem to care as he rubbed his arm, still disgusted with the thought that their daughter could have a crush on someone so unworthy. Sakura rolled her eyes.
However, the sound of Hana's voice saved Sasuke from another playful—albeit painful—punch. "Okaa-san, Okaa-san, I think it worked!" she exclaimed, pulling at her mother's dress as she looked up at her with wide, excited eyes. "I think Kensho-kun likes me!"
Sakura tilted her head. "What makes you say that?"
"He called me annoying!"
"He what?" Sasuke said, his tone dangerous, sharp like kunai.
But Hana didn't seem to notice and turned to her father, beaming. "Yeah! Just like you, Otou-san! He said it the same way you always say it to Okaa-san!"
Sasuke's eyes widened, not exactly sure what he was supposed to feel, what he was supposed to say. Sakura elbowed her husband, breaking the trance. "Then I guess it's settled then. It's meant to be," she said musingly, laughing as she took Hana's hand. He glared. "Don't you think?"