AN: I said by the end of August and boy did we cut it close. 😂 Sorry for the delay; the joys of back to school and impromptu root canal and being very particular with wording.
Chapter 7: Catalysts
Sasuke doesn't indulge in baser needs often, despite the frustrating paradox that is the male endocrine system's apparent determination to make him do so. He finds it feels… empty, after. Like there's supposed to be something more, but instead there's just whatever is situated above his head to stare at while his breathing levels out, an interminable abyss of silence and stars, or tree foliage, or apartment ceiling. Impulses and feelings of a sexual nature are probably normal for anyone his age, but in the past, satiating desires like this has made him feel guilty, given the context.
When he's not plagued by nightmares rife with gore and blood and bodies, or the occasional aching memory, his subconscious takes the opportunity to bombard him with dreams of a suggestive nature, having deduced somehow that it's the most effective method to get him to… tend to things.
This variety of dream customarily involves pale pink hair, multifaceted eyes, and soft fingertips, branded into the part of his brain that controls his most base instincts with a hot iron.
He notes begrudgingly as he gazes at plain plaster above him, brows furrowed, that ostensibly, it works well enough, if the intricate mess of thoughts and feelings in his head and on his abdomen are anything to go by.
Sasuke would never admit it to anyone, but Sakura has headlined exclusively in nearly every sexually-charged dream he's ever had, and resultingly the majority of his sentient thoughts while indulging outside of dreaming, too. When they were Genin, it was innocent enough; he had reasoned that, being the main girl his age he associated with, it made sense his inadvertent dreams, beyond the scope of his control, involved her. He'd shaken it off in those early days as the by-product of the developing hormonal cocktail that is the pubescent masculine mind, and ignored the part of himself that kind of had a crush on her even then. Or definitively more than a crush, after the Chunin Exams and the hospital and jealousy.
He had tried convincing himself of the same thing at fourteen, once he'd left the village and had attempted to sever all bonds. It didn't work, though; by that point he knew better, knew what the feeling he was trying to squash actually was.
Which meant it didn't work at fifteen, either.
Nor sixteen, and definitely not seventeen, eighteen, or nineteen.
All of that has been wholly indecent on its own in the past, causing him to feel shameful every time it happens, and even more ashamed if it's a rare day where he's weak enough to act on it, a day where he wakes up mere seconds from an edge rather than minutes.
But this morning, he woke up on the tail end of all of that with the addition of freckles, of all things to fixate on, and he just knows he's never going to forget about them now, that they're branded into his grey matter in perpetuity. Freckles just above the interior of a shoulder, eight of them, a small scattering he had been pressing his lips to, listening to a softly whispered Sasuke-kun, reaching around her with his only arm, so he could make her say his name like that again.
It is far from the first time he's touched himself to the thought of Sakura, but it is the first time he's indulged since they've been… together.
Except this time felt… different.
Less like an unrealistic reverie he should try to abstain from and more like an eventuality. Less guilt, too, or rather, almost none, because he's in a relationship with her now, and he's pretty sure he's supposed to have feelings like this regarding her. Not that he is anywhere near ready to do anything about them, because he absolutely is not; he's not certain he even comprehends that level of vulnerability, to touch another person and allow yourself to be touched by them, though he badly wants to, someday.
No, Sasuke doesn't indulge in baser needs often… but he did this morning, when he woke up teetering just on the precipice, fantasizing about tiny tan flecks seen and unseen, and he's trying to work through how he feels about it, this guilt surrounding the fact of not feeling guilty like he ordinarily does, as well as the lingering curiosity he's struggling to force down regarding how many other freckles Sakura has.
Even moreso, he yearns for soft words that he has often thought may be sentimental to the point of being utterly quixotic. It's why he doesn't typically submit to this kind of inclination in the first place; it's meaningless on one's own, he secretly thinks, though he has nothing to compare it to. No sense of connection or true lasting fulfillment like he imagines there must be, for people to talk about it the way they do; just pleasure that's there for a blinding scattered second and gone the next, with nothing tenderhearted or meaningful in the moments following as his vision refocuses and he picks up the pieces.
He stares at his ceiling, an aporia of longing and complicated compulsions ricocheting in the hallways of his head, or perhaps from his skull to the roof and back again, an absurd push and pull that leaves him with more questions than answers.
Has she ever thought about him the way he thinks about her?
What would it sound like, Sasuke-kun, when she's like that?
Is it okay to feel like this, now? To think about her in this regard?
Sasuke is accustomed to not sleeping well - it comes with the territory of his lived experience, an unfortunate fact of life he's somewhat learned to deal with - but during the mission to Sand, he'd slept fairly restfully, though in short increments of five or six hours. That's apparently the tipping point of how long he gets to go without being sojourned by some variety of vision in the night.
He eventually makes his way to the shower, using torrid water and soap to double cleanse what's left of his mess. That's a big contributor to his consternation, too; it's so embarrassingly messy that it's impossible to imagine ever doing anything like it with her. He flips the dial to cold after he's bathed for the better portion of five minutes, because serpens caput is still burned into his retinas, and he's hoping against hope to freeze it out of himself like he has tried to do with shame in the past.
It doesn't work; it just induces shivering, algidity overwhelming the senses but doing nothing to distract the mind.
He shoves his face into his book after, desperate for the distraction a proverbial fiction featuring an old fisherman can provide and thinking once again that he needs to acquire a lamp. Anything to get the thought of pressing his lips to her freckles out of his head, because he's pretty sure if he keeps thinking about it, he'll have to take care of things for the second time today, and then he really won't know how to feel.
So when a banging erupts on his apartment door shortly following eight, followed by a shout of, "TEME! I'm here, let's go!", all he can think is finally, because he knows it will at least get his mind off of this strange lack of guilt and a curiosity he's not ready to unpack yet. The book helped, but he thinks he needs the challenge a fight against Naruto can provide to truly leave behind this level of prurience. He doesn't know how he's going to look her in the eye when they meet at three as they planned, otherwise.
Sasuke shoves on his sandals and grabs his chokuto before opening the door. "So you finally showed. Thought you'd sleep all morning."
Naruto's eyes narrow, indignant and already launching into a retort. Good. Maybe he'll get some iota of order knocked back into him, enough to put compelling constellations away for the time being.
Sasuke feels monumentally better by noon. It's another draw, an absolute whirlwind of swinging limbs that made it impossible to focus on anything else. He didn't take joy in it necessarily, and he suspects Naruto bruised his ulna bone to the extent it almost cracked, but it helps, the diversion of pain; the tinge he feels when he moves it is a welcome hindrance. They'd stuck mainly to taijutsu and clashing weaponry, so physically, he's pretty exhausted.
They're resting in the dirt, making a valiant attempt at rehydrating. It's moderately hot for this time of year, barely on the cusp of mid April, but it's seeming like the Konoha heat will be returning with the same vengeance it always does. A small trickle of sweat sinks its way down his back.
Sasuke feels nearly normal again. Or normal to the extent he generally feels, anyways. He gets the urge to do something good - to tip the scale, so to speak.
"...The cutting board works. Thank you." It's not what he's most thankful for right now, but it's a nice thing to say as substitution.
His friend grins at him. "Welcome! It was all me, by the way. Hinata-chan didn't even help me pick it out!" Naruto scratches his head, downing more water. He's moving rather slowly, as if he is sore, too; Sasuke thinks perhaps he came close to beating him this round.
They stare upwards for a while, soaking in the sun as clouds roll lazily by. Birds fly overhead, finches and song sparrows twittering their selections, collecting materials to build more nests for this new season. It's another effective distraction, one that fills him with a sense of nostalgia, replacing his earlier sense of compunction regarding the mystifying concept of physical love and the whims that accompany it.
Naruto speaks up after a bit. "Ne, teme, wanna go to the market with me? Hinata-chan asked me to get some groceries and some stuff for the backyard."
Sasuke glances at his teammate and contemplates. It can't hurt. He did want to pick up potatoes to make actual curry with, and he could get some other things, too. He'll still have time to shower before he meets Sakura at the hospital.
"...Sure."
Naruto takes longer to rise than he does, shuffling carefully as if he is in pain, but once he's standing, he seems fine enough, stupid grin slapped on his face at Sasuke's agreement to go with. They set off in the general direction of his building so he can drop off his weapon first. He gets dirty looks sometimes, walking around, though it's not nearly as bad as when he first returned and it doesn't bother him on the same level that it used to. When he's with Naruto or Sakura, he gets less of them, but he can't imagine a sword strapped to his back in the market will do much to help his reputation.
Naruto doesn't allow the easy silence to last. "Y'know, teme, it's really good to have you back in the village. It feels like everything's finally coming together. We'll have to do some fun stuff this summer. And also in the fall!" Gears are turning behind cerulean eyes, and he adds, "...Hmm, and the winter, too!"
"...Yeah." He stares at the mountain, thinking about what cherry blossom trees look like in summer and fall and winter. It will be nice to see the one across the street change colors throughout the seasons. Or the one on the hill, where they're going later today. He has seen their like numbering in the thousands, scattered everywhere on his journey - he's highly cognizant of them, for obvious reasons - but he hasn't been granted the privilege of watching the same one through the whole of a year's growth cycle in a long time.
"Sakura-chan seems really cheery lately, too. Can't imagine why." The second sentence is said flippantly, without any real conviction, as if Naruto knows exactly why.
Sasuke glances at his teammate, neck warming and heart skipping a little at the mention of her. He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing that Sakura is happy from secondhand sources; it makes him feel like he's doing something right for once. Maybe not all his impulses are complicated in nature enough to require dissection, as he was accustomed to doing when he was away; spending time with her is one, and he's been indulging it often.
He briefly entertains the idea of outright telling Naruto that they're together, then, but the dobe is moving on before he comes up with the words. "Well, anyways. Wanna spar Monday morning, if neither of us get a mission by then?"
That's… specific. Maybe he doesn't need to say anything to him, after all; he's sure it's no coincidence that Naruto is asking about the exact time period Sakura is busy training with Ino, probably as aware of her schedule as Kakashi is. Their old sensei might have told him, he supposes, or maybe Sakura said something; Sasuke wonders when he last saw her.
"...Sure. If you think you can handle it."
The response he gets is a slug on the left shoulder, but it's not overly hard. Sasuke narrows his eyes in response more out of habit than any real malice. He sees as Naruto's hand retreats and slips out of a fist that words are written on his palm. He didn't notice it throughout the morning due to their hands constantly being locked around weapons or thrown in punches, and he resists the urge to roll his eyes; it's likely a grocery list.
Naruto leans against the brick downstairs while Sasuke drops off his sword, and then they head to the main market area as the dobe chatters. It's fairly busy, it being a Saturday, but it's not intolerably so; most people are busy eating around now.
Sasuke is completely unsurprised when Naruto beelines straight for the noodles; naturally he would be out of them. He takes the opportunity to procure a blend of wild rice. Thus far he only has white and brown in his own pantry, and he's been trying to eat it often. He's always liked rice, but it's high in calories, too, an easy way to try putting on weight. Another variety to choose from would be beneficial.
He trails after his friend to the baking supplies next, where Naruto examines containers of flour and sugar. Sasuke concludes Hinata must bake, because he's confident any cookie prepared by the dobe could not possibly be edible. While his teammate is occupied, Sasuke turns the corner and procures a half dozen eggs, a large bag of potatoes, and two different varieties of tomatoes. The extra five pounds of weight held in the crook of his arm doesn't do wonders for his bruised bone situation, but it's not wholly unbearable; he's fairly used to dealing with pain.
"Hinata-chan said to go to the gardening stall on the north end," Naruto says once they've paid and exited the building, so they begin a course in that general direction. "She said they have the best perennial bulbs; that means they come back every year!"
Sasuke twitches, surprised he can even pronounce the word perennial if he's lived this long without knowing what one is.
"Anyways, she wants to plant some, uh…" His voice trails off, and he peeks at his hand, where Sasuke now sees the names of flowers written in feminine writing that has to be Hinata's.
Of course. Like he could spell the words, let alone read his own sloppy handwriting.
"Iris, phlox, and uh… echo-na-na-chee-ah."
"Echinachea," Sasuke corrects dully, giving him a withering look.
"Sure! That! She wants to plant those in the backyard, kind of line the house with them, since the front is looking pretty nice now. She said to get bulbs; they root better. They might bloom this year, but if not, they'll for sure come in next year!"
"...And she entrusted you with this?" Sasuke asks, raising an eyebrow.
Naruto just laughs, utterly unphased. "Duh, that's what the list is for, teme. Hinata-chan is super smart like that. Putting it on my hand makes sure I don't lose it!"
They meander to the northern edge of the market, past the congregation of other stalls selling seeds and garden starters. It's getting towards the end of planting season for Fire Country, but there is still plenty to choose from here, allegorical gates of green swinging open in salutation. They pass some tomato plant starters, already starting to climb their cages, but Sasuke decides against it; his hand is full presently, and the bone still kind of hurts, and none of them are red heirloom tomatoes anyways, being smaller variations like plum or cherry or grape. He likes all tomatoes, honestly, but if he was going to grow one, he'd just want the one of a favorite to worry about. Repotting a starter would also require a planter, which he doesn't have; another thing to carry.
The stall Naruto leads them to is probably the nicest one there, judiciously laid out and everything labeled neatly with precise calligraphy. The few tables the vendor has are overflowing with perennial starters, but Naruto goes to the three vertical displays of seeds and bulbs, so tall they are at eye level with both of them. They're filled to the brim with diminutive packages, printed with large pictures of the flowers they contain the beginnings of, along with genus names and common names in smaller text. The blond examines them, surveying his hand, then the display, then back to his hand again in scrutiny.
Sasuke watches, resisting the urge to sigh and waiting for the inevitable.
"Hmm… I guess this would be a lot easier if I knew what any of these looked like. Gonna have to read them all."
Sasuke rolls his eyes and steps forward to point to the section of iris bulbs to start with. He gives him a minute to work out which colors to pick, observing the throng of people entering and exiting around them, young and old and in-between.
Phlox are next; he directs his teammate to the appropriate section, where there are quite a few options of hues. Naruto examines them as if he is making a grand decision transformative in nature, mumbling to himself.
"Hmm… She likes blue and purple. Maybe I should…"
His own gaze wanders as he tunes Naruto out, taking in pictures of begonias and caladium on plastic shiny in the sunlight, before his vision locks on the far display.
He wanders over to it as if his body is moving of its own accord.
There are several varieties of lilies, he learns as he scans the packaging, oriental, trumpet, and what is apparently called nerine. White nerine lilies had been the variety his mother grew, lining their yard with curved porcelain petals, clusters emanating from many single stems.
He sets his groceries at his feet to free up his hand, picking up one of the packages to read the instructions on the back. His arm aches as he does so, but he couldn't care less.
Nerine lily bulbs require good drainage. If there are still puddles in the prospective planting area 5-6 hours after rain, locate another site, or amend the soil with organic material to raise levels 2-3 inches. Nerine lilies also require soil that is somewhat gritty, though it also must be organically rich. Adding compost may increase nutrient content.
In spring, choose a location in full sun. If you are in a hotter region, site them where they will receive morning sun and afternoon shade, and plant the bulbs with an inch of the slender top above the soil surface. The top of the bulb is the area that looks like the stem of an onion. Install bulbs 8 to 11 inches apart for a massed look.
Nerine bulbs develop foliage that gather sun rays and strengthen the plants during the spring and summer months. Flower stalks develop in the fall. Provide water when the plants are actively growing, and very little when they are dormant.
You may cut the final flower stems to display decoratively. This will not hurt the plants and the cuts last long periods of time indoors. After they finish blooming for the year, cut off any remaining flower stalks. Your plants will rest for the winter months before sending up new growth in the springtime. Over time, nerine lilies will form clumps. They like to be crowded, so don't feel pressed to divide them unless flower production begins to decrease. Clumps can then be dug, split apart, and moved to other parts of the garden, or shared with friends.
When Sasuke looks up, deep in thought, he notices Naruto searching for what he assumes is echinacea, flitting stiffly at random between the first two displays and scratching his head. Wordlessly with the package of lily bulbs still in hand, Sasuke points to the bottom right corner of the first, where several color selections are.
"Thanks, teme!" Naruto plows back to the specified stand and stoops down comically slowly, though Sasuke barely sees, gaze drawn pensively back to the packet he was examining.
The memorial stone has decent drainage, aside from the occasional hard rain like last weekend; that will become less common as the weather warms, and one or two monsoons a summer never drowned his mother's lilies. Shade in the afternoon could be an issue, though. There's a large oak tree on the west side that might cast some protection over it, but he only ever visits under the cover of night, so he's unsure. He would have to examine the trajectory in person to gauge.
He considers the market bag the groceries were handed to him in earlier, studying it closely.
Carefully, he puts the package back where he found it, though his eyes linger on it. He's no gardener, not like Sakura is, and besides, his arm hurts.
He's leaning up against one of the blue columns outside of the hospital when Sakura emerges at three, sprightly as ever. She's holding the two journals and the medical text from their first trip to the library; she said yesterday that she needed to return them, but there shouldn't be any new ones she needs to check out just yet. He hadn't stayed terribly long after they'd finished the tenmusu because he needed to shower and write his mission report, but they'd made plans to swing by the library and journey back up the hillside to read together again. There was also mention of possibly picking up food afterwards, to take to her place. Hazel Wood must be in her tote, hooked around her shoulder.
"Sasuke-kun," she greets cheerfully. "Whew. It's getting warm out already."
"...It is," Sasuke comments before he extends his hand for her texts, his own already held there, a silent offer to carry them for her.
She blushes as she passes them to him, sliding them into his hand. His eyes drift to the freckle on her cheek, and he wipes his mind blank by sheer willpower alone as they head east. The books aren't as heavy as the groceries had been earlier, so it doesn't hurt as much, but he's wondering at this point if the bone might actually have a small crack. He thinks he should ask her to look at it; maybe later, at her apartment.
"My balcony days may be numbered by now, at least until the fall comes," Sakura observes as they meander.
He contemplates. "...Do you sit out there often?" It is so utterly befitting of her that he thinks he can picture it, her reading out there, surrounded by plants. He wonders if she ever admires the night sky. Their team had stargazed sometimes, on missions that first year as Genin.
Green eyes settle on him from his right. "I like to, when it's nice out. A lot of times in the summer it gets too hot, though there is an occasional night when it's cool enough. Fall is really the best for it. You can see the changing leaves from above. Even if it's a chillier day, it's pleasant with some tea and a blanket in the evening."
He debates for a long moment, but decides against bringing up stout squirrels or chestnut-flavored everything or Naruto slipping on a leaf.
"...It sounds nice," he comments simply instead, wondering if he'll be invited to sit with her on her balcony, once fall arrives. They would have to sit kind of close; the space doesn't seem very big from below, and it's cluttered with greenery.
Sakura smiles up at him, a look that says she agrees with his assessment.
Then, she offers softly, "You can sit out there sometime with me, if you'd like."
His neck warms; all he can do is nod and avert his gaze elsewhere, an abundance of something tender and sweet flaring to life in his belly.
Returning the books barely takes two minutes; they're wandering towards the outskirts of the mountain in short order. Sakura sprawls in the same spot she did last time, so he takes up the same position, too, leaning up against the trunk of the tree, stable and strong.
And then his eyes catch on another freckle she has, this one near her elbow, and all he can think about is the slightly textured consistency of his ceiling, and whether the impulse to press his lips to her skin without guilt was an okay thing to feel.
She reads and he more contemplates than reads for about an hour, sprawled beneath the scant amount of shade provided by this tree that has lost its petals, trading them in for florets of a greener variety. It's pleasant, once he can drown his inner disarray of thoughts. He eventually gets through a sliver of his book, though turning the pages is a little cumbersome, tinged lightly with pain. Perhaps he shouldn't wait until later to ask her to examine his arm.
Sakura finishes her own book, though she keeps the pressed petal between its pages; she must have gotten through more of it while he was on the way to and from Suna. She just reclines there, after, looking up at the sky with her arms at her sides, near exactly the relaxed pose she used to lie in when they were younger.
Sasuke finishes the passage he's on, and marks his place with the petal she'd plucked from his hair last week, before pointedly setting the text aside and following her eyes to the azure. Fluffy clouds are floating by as the sun inches closer to the west horizon, pushed steadily by the breeze.
"How is Ichika's recommendation?" She questions.
"...Interesting." He genuinely is enjoying reading it, despite his aberration.
Her head angles towards him, lying against a gnarled root at a slightly different angle. Her expression is curious, like she's encouraging him to elaborate.
"Simple, but heavy with metaphors." He considers for a second, then adds, "You might like it. Poetic."
Full lips twist upwards. "Maybe I'll read it next. Her recommendations are usually pretty apt; she gets a good read on people."
"...How was yours?"
"Hmm." She pauses, as if thinking it over. "A girl and her mother who get caught up in some bad luck. They inherit an estate - that's where the title comes from - and supernatural things start happening. It's kind of a story within a story situation; the grandmother they inherited the house from was an author, so they start going back and reading her writing for clues."
"...A mystery." It seems like she'll read any genre. Mysteries would probably entertain her; she's always liked to solve things.
She laughs, music to his ears. "Yeah, I suppose it is. It was pretty good. Well written; better than the last one."
There is a pause.
"...Maybe I'll read it next," he echoes, her same words from earlier.
Green sparkles at him, amused before she shifts back towards the firmament.
"...Sounds like a book club."
It is the most Sakura joke. He huffs a ghost of a laugh as more gauzy clouds drift idly by. It is peaceful, sitting here underneath the same sky as her, observing in easy silence through branches with fresh emerald buds.
And then Sasuke flexes his forearm, shifting slightly, and it still hurts. He considers; she probably won't mind.
"...I think Naruto cracked my arm bone," he finally confides.
She turns to him, expression fluctuating immediately into one of disquiet, pink brows knotting closer in concern. He blinks and she's standing already, walking over and sitting cross-legged in the nearest open space, an indent in gnarled roots that she navigated through and found a place in as if it were nothing.
Wordlessly, Sasuke holds it out for her to inspect once she's seated, and she gently rests her fingertips on his forearm.
"It's from this morning?" Sakura asks, looking concerned in a way that makes his heart thump a little. Or maybe it's from her hands encircling his skin.
He nods; she must have deduced that they trained earlier. She prods gently before threading green chakra beneath his skin towards the bone, probing for a break.
She frowns. "Oblique fracture in the ulna, though it's very slight and non-displaced." Her gaze flicks up to him, and all at once, it's the exam room again, him hyper aware of how close she is to him even though this is clinician Sakura. "I'll fix it; you really shouldn't have been carrying anything on it."
It takes him a moment to realize she's referring to him carrying her books earlier, because he's thinking about the groceries from the market, which were definitively heavier. Her proximity and the aroma of tart berry and the freckle on her cheekbone are all incredibly distracting. Especially the freckle. He peers at her fingers, glowing verdant, and notices one on the inner portion of her right wrist, too.
"...Sorry." He says finally, flicking his eyes back up to her nervously after a long minute is spent mending marrow back together. She inclines her head back down to his arm, apparently accepting his apology for not mentioning it sooner. It's an odd sensation; he can feel the crack fusing from the inside out, ataractic chakra seeping into the diaphysis to fortify.
He feels like he should clarify, so he adds as she works, eyes fixed on her face which has settled in concentration, "I thought it was just bruised at first." She nods as if that makes sense, working on it for another minute or so without glancing up.
He hopes she's not mad at him. Sasuke shifts his gaze downwards, something in him sinking.
"Flex it, then bend, please," she requests, not moving her digits; she must need to feel the arm move to determine if it's healed. He does as she asks and it's notedly improved, no lingering pain.
"It's better. Thank you." He looks upwards just as she does, hoping the jade will still be soft on charcoal.
It is, startlingly so, and she's flushing all of a sudden, dropping her hands from his arm and rising to her feet a step away, as if she, too, just realized how close they were. It's different here, daylight and not part of their routine like her entryway is becoming.
"You're welcome," she says somewhat hastily, complexion darkening. He's not sure he's much better; his neck is warm, and he remembers very specifically where each of her fingers had just been on his skin, like the ten points of contact are singed into his epidermis, and likely his grey matter, too.
As he tries to force his pulse to even out, Sakura adds, softly, "You could have just come in with him."
His brows furrow in confusion. "...What?"
Sakura blinks, countenance appearing as if she is sorting through a problem in her head. Pink dissolves back to her normal coloring.
"Naruto came in with a slipped back rib, earlier today. I assumed it was from sparring with you." She rolls her eyes, then. "He went and got groceries before coming in; he had them with him. Luckily nothing chilled; he had to wait for a bit."
"...He didn't say anything about his rib." Now the slow rising and crouching is making more sense.
She sighs, closing her eyes for a second as if something has become clear, but she only replies, "Ah. Of course."
"...Wouldn't shut up?"
"...Yeah." She turns away slightly, cheeks stained anew for some reason; it makes him curious what their third teammate babbled to her about. "He said as I was kicking him out that he was going to plant flower bulbs with Hinata this afternoon. He showed me the ones he picked. It's good timing; the perfect time of year to plant some. Pretty soon it'll be too warm."
He lets those words drizzle slowly into his being, a little gentler than a summer monsoon.
"...Our next Hokage can't pronounce echinacea," he eventually tells her.
She chuckles with mirth, a sweet sound he finds relieving; she must have gathered he was present for that endeavor, now, and she can't be too mad at him if he can still make her laugh. Sasuke inwardly hopes she doesn't gather that he also got groceries; he doesn't think she'd be very impressed. It was kind of stupid to do that with a questionable arm, in retrospect.
"No," Sakura acknowledges finally, appearing highly entertained. "And he didn't know what a perennial was until this morning, yet he's planting an army of them. Probably without reading the directions."
They look over the village together for a lengthy moment in which he considers text printed on the back of a white package.
Then she says his name, so quietly it's almost a whisper. "Sasuke-kun."
He angles to her, and sweet jade is on him again, ebbing seafoam cresting as the late afternoon sunlight hits her.
"Thank you for telling me about your arm. In the future, please come to the hospital, if I'm working. You can wait in my office, if you'd prefer. I don't mind; use the window." Her expression changes to troubled, and suddenly she is no longer the clinician version of Sakura; everything is tinged with something more, something that burns him in its intensity. "You shouldn't just… suffer in silence, if something hurts. Even if you think it's nothing. Please tell me."
Oh. She's not mad, just worried. Heat grazes his ears, and he swallows, staring down at his forearm.
He wants to be close to her. He really does.
"Okay," he agrees, and means it, carefully meeting green.
They head down the hill together to seek dinner before the rush hits, deciding to go to the yakitori stand she mentioned when he first returned. She chatters about how Naruto wants to have a bonfire in his backyard, once summer's here and everything is planted.
"...He's excited about his yard," Sasuke comments after they've ordered, leaning against the wall of the exterior waiting for their takeout. He requested his without the sauce, since Sakura said it's on the sweeter side for yakitori.
Sakura grins, and she's really pretty, shadows of a nearby tree dappling her skin, cheeks still red because he paid. It's only fair; she's been feeding him. "Yeah, he is. I'd like to see their flowers and garden in the back, eventually. I'm sure once they've got it how they want it, they'll have all kinds of get-togethers back there. Last year we carved pumpkins at their place, instead of at Ino's and Sai's; there's less mess to clean up if it's outside. He said today that you should come this year."
"...What?"
She blinks as if remembering something, then smiles sheepishly. "So I never mentioned this, because it happened after I…" She flushes, and she looks away for a second. "...After I sent a letter for the month already, but Sai learned about this artistic thing they do in the Land of Woods, a couple years ago." Her gaze shifts back to his. "They hollow out pumpkins and carve designs into them, in late October. Warding off evil spirits as they go into the cooler season or something; they put them on their doorsteps with candles in them so the carvings light up the night. It's odd, but I think it's become a tradition now. It's fun, once you get the hang of it. We roast the seeds with salt and Hinata bakes pumpkin bread."
That sounds entirely odd and completely characteristic of Sai; he supposes there is the artistic angle to consider. Sasuke passed through the Land of Woods three separate times, but never in the fall. "What kind of designs?"
She smiles as if she's trying not to laugh; his expression must be that of one who is exceedingly perplexed. He supposes it's not an expression he wears often. "Well, they're supposed to be scary, I think, but we don't really do well at making them that way. They're more funny or decorative. Sai makes pretty good ones, I guess, mean faces with sharp teeth."
"...What do you carve?"
Her eyes twinkle. "I tried a leaf, the first year, and a crescent moon the second. Sai and I teamed up to carve one for Kakashi-sensei, too, last year; a scarecrow with a cat."
A crescent moon is not at all what he would have guessed she'd gravitate towards; he thinks immediately of the Six Paths Yin Seal that once adorned a hand he no longer has. Then he comprehends the final part of that sentence.
"...A cat?"
"Oh. Yeah, he got a cat."
"...His summons are dogs."
She giggles. "Yeah, Naruto and I thought it was weird at first, too, but he does kind of seem like he'd be more of a cat person overall, the more we thought about it." Sakura shrugs. "He's in the village most of the time now, being Hokage, so I guess he thought he could be around enough to take care of one? They're more low-maintenance than a dog would be. I usually get tasked with feeding it and changing its litter, when he travels to watch the Chunin and Jonin Exams."
Momentarily, he wonders if Sakura knows what's under Kakashi's mask; their old sensei allowing her into his space in his absence may have given her opportunities for some form of low-key reconnaissance on the matter.
Then his brain seizes on another notion, one that's far more amusing, because she said she teamed up with Sai, and that can only mean one thing.
"...What does Naruto carve?"
Sakura's grin widens as if she perceives exactly what thought he's just had. She probably does; she knows him well. "He's terrible at it. His never look like anything; just orange mush. He loves it, though, and Hinata puts it on their front step anyway."
He snorts. Figures.
A bell dings, so they peer back in, and sure enough, their food is ready. Sakura steps forward to collect it, thanking the worker, but as she turns, she pauses.
Sasuke follows her gaze, and sees none other than their third teammate in the street, walking their direction and waving emphatically. He's wearing a different pair of pants, knees absolutely covered in dirt and grass stains.
"Oi, teme! Sakura-chan!"
Sakura glances up to him before swiveling towards the road, their food in hand; Sasuke trails close behind, pushing apart the hanging banners of the stand as he steps beyond the threshold of the restaurant.
"Naruto," Sakura greets when they're out in the open.
"...Dobe."
"Looks like you've planted everything," Sakura says more than asks, gesturing to his pants as evidence.
"Hehe, yep, all of 'em! It was work, but it will be worth it, later in the year." Naruto scratches his head, grinning. Sasuke lets those words sink in, too, drenching dead roots.
"And now you're getting Hinata yakitori as a treat?" Sakura pushes, seeming incredibly amused.
"Well…" Naruto looks away bashfully, grinning ear to ear. "Yeah. Gotta repay her somehow. She has good ideas. I just follow her lead." He looks back to them, then. "Did you tell teme about all our awesome plans?"
Sasuke's focus falls to Sakura, who is flushed, biting her lip in a smile.
"I may have started to."
"Well, good, because our yard is going to be totally the best, and if he thinks he's getting out of it," the dobe points at him accusingly, "then I'll kick his ass!"
Sasuke scoffs. "As if you could."
Sakura shakes her head, pink locks fluttering with the motion. "Always with the physicalities... Anyways, I'm sure it will be lovely, when everything finally comes together."
An uncommonly stretched pause passes where blue eyes zero in on the food container Sakura is holding, before they travel up to the two of them.
The grin shifts to something remarkably tender.
"...Yeah. I'm sure it will be." He says it with the utmost confidence, like he is as certain about it as he is about the sun rising tomorrow, and Sasuke gets the sense that he is no longer referring to gardening.
The moment passes, and then Naruto is punching them each on the shoulder respectively and sidestepping away towards the yakitori stand. "Anyways, gotta go, so I'll catch ya later! I'm guessing you have plans of your own."
Sasuke blinks as their teammate disappears into the restaurant, ears burning a little. When his vision travels down to his right, Sakura is blushing a dark red. She meets his gaze, smiling sheepishly.
They turn to go to her building. The entire way there, Sasuke considers everything in the beginnings of a green that seems endless, nurtured by people from all walks of life. He has been noticing it this whole time, since his return, but now he's thinking about how dull it would be without it, whether it's dirt roads or lifeless grey granite. This is not the wilds, where seeds sprout unabated. Here, one must put in the work to grow things, find suitable locations and till the soil.
When they reach Sakura's apartment, his eye lingers on her plants as he follows her inside. She sets the takeout on the table by her window. A shadow of a leaf from the jasmine above them is cast hazily out of focus on her left cheek.
"Would you like any sauce with yours? I could make some teriyaki sauce quick, or I have lemons I'll be cutting up anyway for mine."
"...Lemon?" Citrus complements chicken, he knows, but he understands that to mean she's planning on putting it on hers, over top of the yakitori sauce.
Her lips curve upwards. "I like it on other things, too. It's good on yakitori."
So Sakura slices a lemon and it sits on the center of the table between them as they eat. She drizzles her yakitori with three of them, and he takes the other three. The chicken is pretty good, tart with the citrus and seared alongside green onions. It's still warm, as it wasn't a long walk to her place at all, a convenient sort of sustenance.
"...What else do you like lemon on?"
She chews thoughtfully, swallowing before answering. "Hmm, a lot of things. Fish, even ones that are usually served with lime. Pork. I like it on vegetables, too. Salads, pasta, rice. Most desserts that include lemon I like, as well." She pauses again, and adds, "Lemonade, if it's homemade."
No wonder they're always in her fridge. "...And tea."
His heart flips at the way she smiles at him.
"...And tea," she agrees.
They watch the streets fill and empty from her window, finishing the meal in a companionable reticence, smelling faintly of citrus rind and shadowed by greenery from above.
He helps her prepare decaffeinated sencha after, trying not to stare at the freckle on her cheek. He's pondering this morning further, the notions of impetus and yearning, and also the way she says his name, but this time uttered softly under a cherry blossom tree with an invitation into her office, if something hurts.
Sakura cares about him. A lot. Sasuke knows this, has known for years, but it's the actions of her affection, the way she expresses it purely and simply as if it's a true north cascading through her veins, that has inched its way into his bone marrow, engraved on the latibule he carved inwardly to avoid dry swallowing life's more bitter medicines.
As she stirs sugar and honey into her own cup, she asks, "Would you care for a chess rematch?"
He doesn't even have to think about it; he nods his assent. It's time to test something.
They arrange the board together at her table. The first round, Sasuke cautiously plans every move, surveying alternating squares and attempting to predict what strategy Sakura will employ. In some instances, he mirrors her, moving a rook a turn after she does, shifting a pawn out of imminent danger, and so on. It's a very involved way to play, requiring attentive calculation of each move.
It's a prolonged match that he eventually loses with a final sweeping motion of her remaining bishop, but it's fairly close.
"...Again?"
She grins and wordlessly starts setting up the pieces she has captured, so he begins to set up hers. It's an interesting task, a message of opposites, her setting up his dark figures and him setting up her light ones.
The second round, he simply follows his instincts, negating planning ahead farther than a couple of turns. If he gets an impulse to shift a pawn one way, he does. If his gut tells him to move the knight into her territory or to retreat a rook, he goes with it.
It drags on for the better part of an hour, and ends in a stalemate.
The smile she gives him is breathtaking, a broad and warmhearted validation.
"You're good," she comments, jade eyes dancing with joy. He gets the impression that it is not often she gets forced into a draw. He wonders who else she plays with. It can't be Naruto, but maybe Sai or Ino also play.
"...So are you." He is somewhat reassured now. His impulses used to be ruinous, stemming from anger and anxiety and loss, but perhaps his journey helped in that regard. He just needs to make sure they're rooted in the right things, whether it be logic or affection, and then the major task becomes to feel rather than to overthink.
When he kisses her good night in her entryway, another movie watched and plans for tomorrow later, he doesn't reach for the freckle the first time, though his hand twitches with the longing to. It's treasured, this tender pressing of lips that feels like dipping a toe into still water. It is imbued with both of her hands resting on his shoulders again, ten fingertips that have him in her grip more than she could possibly fathom.
He studies her eyes when he pulls away, staring down into soft depths of viridescence. He will drown in them someday, he thinks, slowly but surely working up the courage to wade into the deep end.
The second time he kisses her, he lets himself graze her cheek to truly appreciate the difference, allowing acknowledgment of the impulse, compelled forward rather than backward as if bound by some metaphorical form of northern star situated on the rise of her cheekbone.
Sakura leans into his touch once more as she did yesterday, but this time, she brings up her own hand and delicately lets her fingertips rest atop the outside of his, as if she encourages the caress, thumb brushing against his knuckle as his lips gently brush hers. Her other hand stays resting on his clavicle, a tender embrace, osculant in a way he has hoped for countless times, inclusive of this morning.
It is exactly what he needed, a catalyst of encouragement comprised of a heat that is gentle, coaxing, but still brands him all the same.
Maybe it's okay to want to skim her freckles and more, to allow the affinities he has to breathe. They're together now; it stands to reason they'll one day venture into territory more uncharted, if he can concede to that kind of vulnerability. Not that he's anywhere near ready for that - he's not - but his instincts don't appear to be all disastrously calamitous. Touching her cheek is something she clearly welcomes.
Sasuke gave in to darker tendencies once. Perhaps it's okay to give in to lighter ones; nothing grows in the absence of light, after all. He brushes a thumb across the high point of her cheekbone once more with her hand encompassing his before they part, embracing a new habit prior to whispering good night.
The way she smiles up at him, skin aflush and glimmering eyes, is everything.
He inspects the stone and the soil surrounding it for a long while, heavy-heartedly trying to ignore the encyclopedia of names in favor of envisioning what it would look like with lilies surrounding it. Less lugubrious, probably. The trajectory of the tree's shadow would touch the stone in the evening, he sees, now that he's here in person. He only ever haunts this place after nightfall when there's less chance of someone happening upon him. He wishes it was more secluded for that reason; maybe healing happens in the sunshine, and that's why he still struggles with coming here after so many years, creature of the night that he is.
Evenings with Sakura feel like healing, though, and they linger after hours consistently. Maybe next time he'll visit his dead kin at twilight, a brittle sort of compromise.
He'll see if the impulse still grips him tomorrow, and then decide. He knows his mother would like them. Itachi would, too, although it never feels like he's here, not the same way that it feels like the rest of them are, the air weighted with an accursed brand of perfume pouring outward in all directions.
White lilies may be able to touch the light in his stead for the time being. Even if they don't grow, he at least will know he tried, and there is always next year. By then, he may have the capability of asking Sakura if she would help him; she's clearly a capable gardener, and there should be less sediment, if he puts in the work.
By the time he leaves for his apartment, a thin layer has loosened.
AN: So I have to say here as just like… a general update on where things are at... I got a pm on from someone asking if this will truly become a smut fest and had to laugh at my own depravity because there are 19 smut scenes sitting in my rough drafts for this fic currently (and I do mean genuine NSFW, not teasers like the opening of this chapter, and I do mean 19, like I'm not exaggerating, I counted right before posting this chapter). And to be honest, I don't even think that's all I intend to write. It may take a while to get there, slow burn and all, but uh… yep.
Uh, so that being said... Let me know your thoughts? 😅 Updates might take a smidge longer now that I'm back to teaching, but they're coming, I promise. 3 I'm on tumblr/twitter in the meantime (cherrynojutsu). Also, holy hell, thank you for 330 kudos here on AO3. I'm kind of blown away by the sweet comments and positive feedback, as this definitely started as something that was just… me being extremely self indulgent in a google doc. Thank you for reading, and please know that literally any nice comment makes my entire day. ❤️