The night air was cool against his neck and cheeks. His hands found their way into his pockets, and Sasuke huffed out a breath lightly. His arms and head ached from the string of wires Ibiki had hooked him up to during his tests. Every night for the past two weeks, Uchiha Sasuke was to report to interrogation, where he was to sit in the same chair for seven hours straight, while Ibiki asked him a string of questions about his personal life and information. Needless to say, it was quite tiring and definitely an annoyance.
"What is your age?" Ibiki was perched in a very comfy looking chair (as opposed to Sasuke's uncomfortable, wooden stool), his hands perched over his books as he read Sasuke's psychological results. Sasuke bit back the desire to rip these ridiculous wires from his wrists and head.
"Seventeen." He replied. Ibiki's face was the quintessence of stone, no emotion present on his features, while Sasuke's eyes were narrowed in irritation, the side of his lip twitching.
"Any allergies?"
Asking such random questions were a part of Ibiki's techniques to make sure Sasuke's mindset was functioning without abnormalities. So Sasuke just had to sit there and merely respond to the ridiculous inquiries. Mostly, the earlier ones had been about his family and his actions to defy Konaha. But today it seemed, Ibiki was taking a different approach.
"No." Came Sasuke's irritated reply. Ibiki nodded and continued to scrawl his notes on his scroll.
"Birth defects?" Sasuke's upper lip twitched.
"No."
"Abnormalities?"
"No."
"Health conditions? High blood pressure, heart arrhythmia, diabetes?"
"No."
There was a period of silence, as Ibiki recorded Sasuke's vitals and fixed the wires. He stretched his arms back behind him and ignored Sasuke's glare. Obviously the kid wanted to go home for the night. Ibiki smirked to himself. It wasn't over yet, he had a few more personal questions.
"Are you sexually active?" Sasuke popped a vein. He shot a death glare at his interrogator, and refused to answer the question. Ibiki sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Just answer the damn question, kid." Sasuke's eye twitched.
"No." Ibiki nodded.
"Are you a virgin?" Sasuke let a small blush cover his cheeks. He looked away and glared at the wall. Ibiki fought the urge to laugh.
"Y-yes."
"So you shouldn't have any signs of sexually transmitted diseases, am I correct?"
"Yes."
There was another string of silences and pauses, before Ibiki spoke once more, and this time Sasuke was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He frowned.
"Got a girlfriend?"
"What kind of a question is that?" Sasuke spat, a deep scowl on his face. Ibiki shrugged.
"A normal one for a kid your age. So, answer it." Sasuke frowned deeper.
"No."
"Love interest?"
"No."
"It is my understanding that you plan to revive your clan, is that correct?" Sasuke blushed.
"Hn."
"Yes or no, kid."
"Y-yes."
"Alright we're done for the night. But you might wanna consider your position with clan revival and no love interests, kid." Sasuke scowled.
Tch, he wasn't about to listen to some old, pompus man. He clenched his fists in his pockets as he walked down the streets. In a few hours the sun would be up. He planned to head right to bed, and sleep through til the late afternoon to rid himself of the awkward questions. Of course, Sasuke knew he would have to find himself a wife in order to bring his clan back. He blushed and put his head down as he walked. Honestly, he didn't see anyone in Konaha in such a way. Most of the kunoichi were annoying fangirls. He closed his eyes irritably.
Ino was with Shikamaru. She had grown out of her fangirling nature over Sasuke, and either way, she was gone. Hinata was quiet, which he would have liked in a wife, but she blushed too much. He huffed. Tenten..no. He sighed heavily. Then his mind fazed towards his Team. Sakura! How had he forgotten about her. He smirked. At first, she was as annoying as the other fangirls, but as he found that she had a strong side, he of course cared for her in a teammate way. Of course, they had a history, which would make things easier. And he had to admit it; Sakura had grown up. She was stronger than Tsunade, ad had proven herself to be a very independent woman. A small blush formed on his cheeks.
That night Sasuke decided. When he was free from all of the interrogations and damned interviews, he would court Sakura in the routine manner and ask her to be his wife. It was a plan.
Sasuke's eyes opened slowly, taking in the blurry sight of the Uchiha compound's master bedroom. He frowned, his back involuntarily arching in a stretch. He stretched his fingers, and found them pressed against soft, warm skin. He opened his eyes wider and saw a cloud of pink in his vision. A small smirk came to his lips.
He was still front to back with Sakura, who was still happily asleep, his arm curved around her waist, her hands placed in front of her face. She exhaled gently at Sasuke's moving fingers, and he stopped, not wanting to wake up his sleeping wife. He looked over Sakura at the alarm clock and frowned. He tightened his arm around his wife, and laid his head back on the pillow, his lips finding her mass of pink hair. He kissed her head and closed his eyes once more.
An hour later, Sakura's eyes snapped open. Her hand moved down to her stomach, as she felt her muscles tighten and relax painfully. She let out a breath and tried to calm down, her fingers massaging her stomach, but it didn't help the sharp pain. From behind her, she heard Sasuke stir, his nose nuzzling closer into her hair. She closed her eyes and attempted to control the pain in her stomach, snuggling her back against Sasuke's chest. She heard him breathe in slowly, and knew he was awake.
"Hn. Good morning, Mrs. Uchiha." He murmured into her hair and Sakura bit her lip. Gah, if she wasn't in pain right now, she would have rolled over in his arms and kissed him. She continued to rub her stomach with her hand, and Sasuke slowly came to, noticing her movements. His eyes narrowed, hands stroking Sakura's hair.
"Is everything alright?" He asked worriedly, his other hand moving to cup Sakura's on her stomach. She grimaced at another shooting pain and exhaled. Sasuke's hand stroked her hair once more, and she could feel his worried eyes on her neck. He sat up slightly, his arms still around her and looked at her face, which was still turned away from him.
"Sakura?" Just as his arms tightened around her, Sakura's stomach lurched. She stumbled out of his embrace, one hand clutching her stomach, the other slapped over her mouth. She ran to the toilet and threw up, coughing violently. She spat out the bile and grimaced, closing her eyes. She heard Sasuke shoot out of bed, hurrying into the bathroom behind her. He pulled her hair away from her face and stroked her back. Sakura gagged once more, trying to ignore the vile taste of acid in her mouth. She spat once more and leaned her head into her husband's shoulder, closing her eyes. His arms wrapped around her, stroking her arms and back.
When the nausea finally passed, Sakura stood up on shaking legs, flushed the toilet and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips drooped sadly at the sight of her bed hair, dark eyes and pale complexion. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. Sasuke stood behind her, his hands on her hips protectively.
"Are you okay?" He asked once more, this time very worried. Sakura swallowed the bitter taste and grimaced.
"I suppose I ate something bad." She brushed her teeth, ignoring her husband's worried embrace and eyes, and then stepped into the shower. Sasuke left her alone and headed into the bedroom, standing in front of the bed, his eyes blank. Something was wrong with Sakura, he knew it, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was just food poisoning? They had eaten the same dinner yesterday at the wedding, so it wasn't that, and Sakura always made food for the both of them. And Sasuke wasn't sick. He frowned. Perhaps he should ask Ino-
His thoughts were cut off when he felt a pair of newly cleaned arms wrap around his waist from behind. He cupped her fists and Sakura giggled.
"Ne, Sasuke, I feel better now. I guess it's a touch of the flu, or perhaps food poisoning. I have to go in to work today, so I'll get myself checked out." He turned in her arms and lifted her up to his eyes. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she blushed, trying to ignore that he was naked and she was only wearing a towel. He held her waist protectively, his eyes filled with worry.
"Are you sure? Maybe you should just relax-" Sakura shook her head.
"It's alright, I feel okay. I'll go in, do a check up on myself, and if I start feeling bad again, I'll hurry straight home, okay?" Sasuke frowned.
"If you don't feel good, call me and I'll come pick you up-" She kissed his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck. Before he could deepen the kiss, she pulled away and pressed her forehead to his gently. She looked into his eyes.
"I'll be okay, Sasuke." She kissed his lips once more, and he set her on her feet so she could get ready for work. He turned away from her, ready to head into the bathroom to take a shower too, when her hand on his arm stopped him. He turned back around to her, questioningly, and took in the deep blush on her cheeks. She didn't meet his eyes, but licked her lips.
"W-When you made love to me last night..I-" she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, "I saw fireworks." A ghost of a smile came to Sasuke's lips and he pulled her towards him, his lips on her forehead. He stroked her back gently.
"I saw a goddess." He whispered into her damp hair and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door. Sakura smiled.
After the two of them were dressed, they sat in the kitchen eating a small plate of fruit. Sakura was scarfing down the grapes, ignoring Sasuke's smirk and low chuckles. He bit into a piece of apple and nudged his knee to his wife's under the table. Sakura stopped chewing on her bunch of grapes and looked at him. He smirked wider.
"Calm down." He said gently and took another bite. Sakura rolled her eyes, pouted, and reached for a banana.
Needlesss to say, Sasuke was not at all turned on when Sakura took a large bite out of the elongated fruit. In fact, he was a bit nervous.
Sakura cleaned up the bowls, and was washing the dishes, when Sasuke spoke once more.
"I'm going to see the Hokage today about the Uchiha's resuming their command of the Konaha Police force." Sakura jumped.
Ever since the Uchiha massacre fourteen years ago (Kami, so long!), the fourth Hokage had ended the Uchiha's command of the agency, as Sasuke wasn't adequate to become commander, and made the Police Force part of the ANBU and Konaha's domestic division. Tsunade, as fifth Hokage resumed this law and the police force was ran from the branches of the ANBU. Sakura smiled. However, now that Sasuke was old enough to take over the business and run it, she agreed he should. But, he would still have to recruit the ANBU as officers.
"That sounds great, Sasuke! I hope you can get it back. But what about your status as ANBU?" Sasuke shrugged, crossing his arms.
"I was planning to ask Tsunade to put me on the same list as you, so that I'm still technically an ANBU by status, but just not on regular call outs." Sakura smiled.
"Let's hope Tsunade-sama will be okay letting her best ANBU captain go." Sasuke chuckled and stood up, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist.
"I think Commander Uchiha sounds sexy." Sakura whispered, and Sasuke laughed into her hair.
When she finally got a break at the hospital before lunch, Sakura collapsed at her desk, rubbing her ankles. In her mind, she was going over the large number of possibilities to diagnose her recent symptoms. It ranged from the common flu, all the way to cancer. Sakura swallowed. Of course, she was sure it wasn't as extreme as that end of the spectrum, but she supposed she should do a little blood work. She read off her results and found her levels normal. She frowned.
She pressed her finger to her chin, tapping it, and decided to name her symptoms out loud to see if anything would click.
"Lets see.. well nausea and vomiting is one.. I was dizzy that one day.. enlarged breasts, Kami, .. hungriness, cramping..." She stood up in thought, and grabbed one of her medical books, and a smaller pamphlet fell out of it's bookmarked page. Sakura stared at it, her eyes widening. The page it had lost in her textbook was forgotten, and Sakura replaced the book on the shelf thoughtlessly. She bent down and picked up the pamphlet with shaking fingers, her lips opening and closing.
Signs That You're Expecting! It read on the cover, and a generic woman was smiling into the camera, her hands clutching her massive stomach. The hospital had had a seminar on pregnancy less than a year back, and Sakura, a newly wedded wife blushingly picked up the pamphlet, knowing she would need it one day. Of course, as a doctor and medic, Sakura knew the symptoms of being pregnant, and had aided numerous women giving birth and with ultrasounds, but now, all said information left her mind. She swallowed and read the small list of symptoms.
Instantly, she checked off three fourths of the ones listed as her own.
"C-Could I really be..." She faded off and continued to stare at the small piece of paper. She moved to her desk and collapsed in the chair, her eyes staring blankly at the wall by the bookshelf, the pamphlet hanging limply from her fingers. She exhaled.
On her lunch break, she had nibbled down a sandwich and excused herself to run to the nearest convenience store. She quickly purchased a bar of chocolate (she was desperately craving something sweet), some aspirin, and a small, pink box. She quickly paid for her items and headed back to the hospital, locking herself in the staff bathroom by her office. She opened the small box and slipped the paper and instructions out, her heart beating rapidly.
"After all these months of wanting a child so bad, and now I'm nervous.." She murmured, and read out the instructions. She looked at her watch.
Five minutes turned into a very painfully slow amount of time for Sakura. She sat on the closed toilet, her hands bunched up between her legs. Every second, she checked her watch and then cursed to herself. She took a quick glance at the stick perched on the side of the sink and looked away just as quickly, biting her lip.
What if it was true? How would Sasuke react?
Sakura shook her head. He would be ecstatic of course! She breathed out a heavy sigh. She didn't know why she was so nervous, but she was. Her fingers twitched as she looked at her watch once more.
Two more minutes.
She began tapping her foot. She could hear eager voices from outside in the hall and figured it was the nurses out for their break. She continued tapping her foot. She checked her watch again.
One minute and thirty seconds left.
Her eye twitched. She began listing off all of the different restaurants and movies Sasuke had taken her to. When she ran out, she started naming teas. She checked her watch again and swallowed. Time was up. She stood up slowly and made her way over to the dreaded stick on the sink. Her hand reached out to grasp it, her eyes on the ground. She brought it to her eyes and swallowed, taking in the small results bar.
Sakura swallowed back a sob.
Five slow minutes was nothing compared to two slow hours til the end of Sakura's shift. She bit her lip and hid out in her office, thanking that the hospital was quiet, and free from emergencies. She tried calling the home phone but Sasuke didn't answer. She assumed that he had a lot to talk about with Tsunade about the Police Force. She bit her lip harder, drawing blood.
Finally, the two hours was up, and Sakura quickly signed out of the hospital, holding herself back from flat out running home. On her way past Ino's flower shop, she saw Shizune out on an errand by the fruit stand. Sakura ran over to her, and clutched her knees, trying to control her breathing. Shizune jumped and turned worriedly to Sakura.
"Ah! Sakura-san! Is everything alright-"
"Was Sasuke at Tsunade's today?" Sakura asked hastily, gulping in breaths of fresh air. Shizune nodded slowly, questioningly.
"Ah, yes, Uchiha-san was in there since this morning about Konaha's Police force-"
"Is he still there now?" Shizune shook her head.
"He was leaving her office as I was leaving to run some errands. In fact, I think I saw him walk past me just a few minutes ago-"
"Thanks Shizune!" Sakura kissed the woman's cheek and ran in the indicated direction. Shizune called out a small 'you're welcome?' and resumed shopping. Sakura rushed down the street, her eyes scanning the crowds for the infamous hairstyle of her tall husband. She was a few hundred feet from Ichiraku's when she saw his head. He was heading past the ramen stand and the bar where she had gotten drunk a month back. She stopped, breathing heavily and cupped her mouth, beginning to call.
"Sasuke!"
She had planned to catch him at home to surprise him with the news, but she was so giddy that she decided that the moment she saw him, saw his handsome face, that it would come out of her mouth anyways. She called his name once more, and he jumped, and stopped in his tracks. He turned in her direction, and Sakura rushed over, stopping in front of him, catching her breath. Sasuke looked around and then to his wife, his eyes worried.
"Sakura? What is it-" She stood up straight and bit her lip. How should she go about this?
"Sasuke, I-" He took a step towards her, ignoring the small crowd of people who slowed down to stare at the two. No one dared to whisper, but they cast small glances at the young couple. Sakura opened her mouth and closed it again, deciding whether or not doing this in public would be right.
"I'm-" She tried again, but Sasuke cut her off, his hands on her arms, fingers clutching the material of her shirt protectively.
"Sakura-" Sakura took a breath.
"SasukeI'mpregnant." She said hastily and Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her.
"Hn?" She bit her lip, took another breath and slowed down.
"I-I'm pregnant, Sasuke." She stared up into his eyes, but they had gone blank. She blushed as his hands dropped from her arms and hung limply at his sides. His head dropped to his chest, eyes hidden by his bangs. She bit her lip nervously and opened her mouth once more to ask him if he was okay, or to maybe apologize for making a scene in the middle of the street. At her confession, all talk around them was hushed, and she felt happy eyes on her. She could have sworn someone sniffed too.
"S-Sasu-" She was cut off by the small drops of water dropping at his feet from his eyes. Her own eyes widened.
Lo and behold, Uchiha Sasuke was slowly letting little tears fall down his cheeks. He was ignorant of the staring, quiet passerby's now, his only focus now on his pregnant (pregnant!) wife. He dropped to his knees with a thud, and Sakura opened her mouth, letting a small breath escape her lips. She looked down at him, as he slowly raised his ever so shaking hands to gently cover her slightly rounded stomach.
"Thank Kami." He choked out, his forehead resting above his fingers. Sakura's arms wound around his head and covered his teary face from the people's eyes in the streets, her own eyes forming tears. She smiled.
"You're going to be a father, Sasuke." She whispered, and he choked out a small noise. His arms wound around her midsection, and he pressed his face to her stomach.
Eighteen year old Uchiha Sasuke was perched in a squatting position on top of the Hokage tower. He stared at the faces carved into the stone wall, his fingers playing absentmindedly with a small piece of silver in his hand. It was midnight, and surprisingly, the Hokage tower was silent, dark. Everyone had gone home for the evening earlier, so Sasuke made his way onto the roof to catch up on his thoughts.
Yesterday, he had taken Sakura out on a date to see an adventure movie. He had been his usual self, quiet and introverted, and had been Sakura's silent companion as she expressed a wholly of emotions over the actions of the movie. After the movie, he had walked her home, as usual, and was stood behind her as she opened her door to let herself in. His hands were in his pockets as usual, his eyes aimed at the door above her head. But, after a few seconds, when her door did not creak open as usual, he blinked and looked at her.
Sakura had hesitated, and turned to him, quickly pressing her lips to his. Sasuke's eyes widened as he went into shock. But as soon as he felt the warm, soft pair of lips on his own unmoving ones, they were gone. Sakura big him goodnight, embarrassed, and closed the door behind her. Sasuke blinked slowly, and parted his lips. The tops of his ears heated up and he quickly fled from her apartment complex, heading home.
That was the first time that he had completely decided when and where he would ask her to marry him.
In the back of his mind, he was yelling to himself, and he knew he had gotten in too deep. Sakura wasn't supposed to touch him! Was she? He swallowed. He cared for her, of course, maybe a bit more than as team mates, and as friends, but he wasn't ready to open up so much. He headed into the complex and went to the storage room hidden in the back of the weaponry room. He kept it locked and hidden behind a tapestry. It contained all of his parents and Itachi's things he had cleaned out from their rooms.
He rummaged around in a small wooden box, slowly pulling out a small, silver ring. He swallowed heavily and put it in his pocket.
Now, he looked at the small ruby and diamond ring, holding it between his two fingers in the moonlight. It had been his mothers' engagement ring, a gift from his father. He had never bothered to get to know what Sakura liked in the form of jewelry, and he was physically unable to take her jewelry shopping as it could cause her to be suspicious, so he decided that he absolutely wanted her to have his mothers' ring.
He replaced the small ring into his pocket and leaned back against the cold roof tiles. Uchiha Sakura, he mused, a small smirk on his lips.
It could work.
Like the empires of the world unite
We are alive
And the stars make love to the universe
You're my wildfire every single night
We are alive
A/N: Technically, this is the end of the chaptered story, HOWEVER, I plan to add small tidbits of later events for the now happy Uchihas! So keep following the story, and I should update them soon~ Hope you enjoyed!