-OneShot-
Sasuke Uchiha stood in the depths of the forest, the familiar rustling of leaves providing a haunting melody that echoed his solitude. It was a place far removed from the bustling village of Konoha, a sanctuary where he could reflect on the choices that had shaped his life.
Suddenly, the stillness was broken by the arrival of a small hawk, its wings flapping against the cool air. The bird landed gracefully beside him, its presence a reminder that he was never truly alone. Sasuke had summoned it, a connection to the world he had left behind.
With a curious tilt of its head, the hawk revealed a small scroll tied to its leg. Sasuke reached out, fingers brushing against the rough parchment as he unrolled it.
His breath caught in his throat as he read the words inscribed upon it.
"You are invited to the wedding of Narumi Uzumaki and Hinata Hyuga."
Shock coursed through him, rendering him momentarily frozen in place. The news felt like a physical blow, sending a jolt of mixed emotions spiraling through his chest. Narumi was getting married. The very thought sent waves of disbelief crashing over him, colliding with the reality he had been trying to avoid.
He had long resigned himself to the belief that Narumi would find happiness, but the acknowledgment of her union with Hinata pierced deeper than he could have anticipated. In that moment, he couldn't help but reflect on the countless choices that had led him to this point. He had made his bed, and now he had to lie in it, even if it hurt like hell.
As he tucked the invitation away, a sense of acceptance washed over him. Narumi deserved happiness—he had always known that. She had been a beacon of light during the darkest times of his life, and the thought of her smiling face filled with joy was bittersweet. But the pang of regret tightened around his heart like a vice.
"I'm sorry, Narumi," he whispered to the trees surrounding him, as if they could carry his apologies to her. He lamented the moments he had stolen from her, the laughter they could have shared, the friendship he had abandoned in his pursuit of vengeance.
His heart felt heavy with the burden of what could have been. He turned away from the forest, determined to face the reality of his emotions. He would not shy away from the truth any longer.
Arriving in Konoha was a bittersweet experience. The village was vibrant and alive, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. As he stepped through the gates, a familiar sense of nostalgia washed over him, mingling with the anxiety that clawed at his insides.
But the moment he set foot in the village, he felt the weight of the villagers' gazes upon him. Whispers trailed in his wake, a chorus of judgment that he had grown accustomed to during his absence.
"Look, it's the traitor," one villager muttered, their tone dripping with disdain.
Sasuke's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. He had expected this reaction, but it still stung. Every whisper, every sideways glance was a reminder of his choices—reminders he couldn't escape.
As he walked through the streets, memories collided with the present, each step echoing with the ghosts of his past. He thought of his family, of the bonds he had broken, and of Narumi, the one person who had never given up on him.
But then he heard it—a sound that sliced through the heavy atmosphere around him. Laughter.
It was unmistakable, a melody he had always recognized, one that tugged at his heart. Narumi's laughter echoed through the air, bright and full of life. It drew him closer, and before he realized it, he was standing outside Ichiraku Ramen.
Through the window, he caught a glimpse of Narumi and Hinata, their faces lit with joy as they shared a bowl of ramen. The sight struck him like a lightning bolt, and for a moment, he was paralyzed.
He could see the warmth in their smiles, the bond they shared—something he had lost touch with long ago. Memories flooded back, filling his mind with a mix of happiness and sorrow.
"Hey, Hinata! Try this ramen; it's amazing!" Narumi exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Sasuke felt a pang in his chest, a longing for the connection he had once shared with her. He watched as Narumi leaned closer to Hinata, their laughter intertwining, and the scene before him felt achingly familiar. It was a reminder of everything he had missed.
Flashback
The sun shone brightly on a young Sasuke as he was dragged down the streets of Konoha by a small, energetic force—Narumi Uzumaki.
"Come on, Sasuke! You have to try the ramen at Ichiraku!" she insisted, her excitement bubbling over as she tugged at his arm.
"Do I really have to?" he grumbled, trying to maintain his usual Uchiha composure.
But even as he protested, he felt a smile creeping onto his face. There was something undeniably infectious about Narumi's energy. Despite his reluctance, he found himself being drawn into her world, a world where laughter and joy reigned supreme.
As they approached the stall, Teuchi greeted them with a warm smile. "What can I get for you two today?"
"I want a large miso ramen!" Narumi declared, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk forming on his lips. "You're going to eat all that? You're such a glutton, Narumi."
She shot him an indignant look, her cheeks puffing out in mock annoyance. "I'm not a glutton! I just really like ramen!"
He chuckled softly, the sound echoing with a sense of nostalgia. Their banter felt so natural, a rhythm they had fallen into effortlessly.
As their orders arrived, Narumi dug into her bowl with an enthusiasm that made him shake his head in amusement. "See? Isn't it amazing?" she exclaimed, her mouth full of noodles.
Sasuke couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "I can't believe you can eat that much and still want more."
"Of course! There's no such thing as too much ramen!" she retorted, her eyes glinting with determination.
In that moment, Sasuke felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of belonging that he had always taken for granted. Even in the midst of their playful teasing, he realized how special those moments were to him.
But the laughter faded as the memory of the Uchiha massacre crashed over him like a tidal wave. Everything had changed in an instant, and the carefree days of their childhood slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.
Back to Present
Sasuke was pulled back into the present as he watched Narumi and Hinata at Ichiraku, their laughter echoing in his mind. He was gripped by a mixture of longing and sorrow, the warmth of their happiness contrasting sharply with the chill of his isolation.
As Sasuke stood there, a ghost on the outskirts of their joy, he suddenly felt the unmistakable shift in the air. It was subtle, a gentle brush of intuition that prickled the back of his neck.
Narumi had sensed him.
Her laughter halted, and the vibrant energy that surrounded her dimmed slightly as she turned her gaze toward him. Their eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, the world around him fell silent.
"Hey, Sasuke!" she called, her voice ringing out like a beacon in the dark. "Come join us!"
A part of him wanted to retreat further into the shadows, to hide from the warmth of their happiness that felt so foreign to him now. But Narumi's invitation cut through his defenses, forcing him to take a tentative step forward. He felt like an intruder in this joyous moment, but he owed it to her—to acknowledge her, to show that he could still be present, even if it hurt.
As he approached, Hinata offered a shy smile, her warmth emanating a sense of acceptance that eased the tension coiling within him. "Welcome back, Sasuke," she said softly, her voice gentle yet firm.
"Thanks," he replied, forcing the words out as if they were a physical effort. It felt strange to be welcomed back, especially after the chaos he had left behind.
Narumi beamed at him, her happiness infectious. "I can't believe you're here! We missed you so much. I really hoped you'd come back for the wedding."
"Congratulations on your wedding," he managed to say, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling in his heart.
"Thank you!" Narumi replied, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I'm really happy to be with Hinata. We make a great team, don't we?" She nudged Hinata playfully, her laughter bubbling over once more.
Hinata's cheeks flushed pink as she nodded, a shy smile lighting her face. "We really do. I'm so grateful to have her by my side."
Sasuke felt a twist in his gut at the easy affection they shared, the intimacy of their bond washing over him like a cold wave. He stood there, feeling increasingly out of place as he observed the warmth radiating between them. The happiness they had was something he had forfeited in his reckless pursuit of power.
"So, Sasuke," Narumi turned back to him, her eyes curious and bright. "Have you met someone while you were away? Is there a special person in your life?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with expectation. For a brief moment, he felt a flicker of hope that he could connect with them, perhaps share in their joy. But the moment was quickly snuffed out as the truth settled in—there was no one. No one to share his heart with, and he had been running from the possibility of that connection ever since he had left Konoha.
Before he could respond, a familiar group entered his periphery. Sakura, Ino, Kiba, Akamaru, and Shino approached, their laughter echoing around him.
"Sasuke!" Kiba exclaimed, his voice boisterous as ever. "Look who finally decided to show up! Thought you were too good for us, huh?"
Sakura's cheeks flushed as she caught sight of him, a mixture of surprise and something else flitting across her features. It was a fleeting look, but it carried a weight he couldn't ignore. Deep down, he knew she still harbored feelings for him, feelings he had inadvertently pushed aside during his journey of revenge and self-discovery.
"Welcome back!" Ino chimed in, her tone teasing. "Did you miss us, or were you too busy brooding in the wilderness?"
Sasuke remained silent, absorbing their words. Their camaraderie felt foreign and distant, like watching a scene unfold from behind a glass wall. Each quip felt like a reminder of everything he had lost, of the friendships he had neglected in his quest for power.
"Hey, Sasuke!" Sakura finally managed, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "We were just talking about how things have changed around here. I mean, look at Narumi and Hinata! They're practically the picture of happiness."
"Yeah, and you're still the same old Sasuke," Kiba added, his grin wide. "Still brooding, huh? Bet you're still training all day, every day."
Sasuke felt the weight of their banter suffocate him. "That's enough," he thought, the heaviness in his chest growing unbearable. He silently observed the laughter around him, the way Narumi and Hinata exchanged glances filled with affection, and it only intensified the feelings of inadequacy that gnawed at him.
A silence fell over the group, and in that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to escape. He could no longer stand there, a silent witness to their happiness while feeling like a ghost in his own life.
"I—" he began, his voice barely above a whisper, but the words got lost in the laughter and chatter surrounding him.
Suddenly, without saying a word, he turned and walked away. Each step felt heavier than the last as he distanced himself from their joyful reunion. He could feel their eyes on him, but he couldn't bring himself to look back.
Only Sakura noticed his retreat, her smile faltering as concern replaced it. She watched him disappear into the distance, sadness creeping into her heart. She understood the pain that lingered behind his stoic façade, the burden he carried even in moments that should have been filled with joy.
As the laughter faded behind him, Sasuke walked on, the weight of his regret pressing down on him like a shroud. He was alone, adrift in a sea of memories that reminded him of everything he had forsaken, including the friendships that had once been the foundation of his existence.
Sasuke stood in the shadows, away from the vibrant crowd that filled the outdoor venue. His presence was barely noticeable—just as he intended. The wedding was in full swing, and despite the bright decorations and the joyful faces around him, Sasuke felt a heaviness pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. He didn't belong here. Yet, here he was, unable to tear himself away.
At the center of it all was Narumi Uzumaki, a vision of beauty that stunned him into silence. She wore a simple yet breathtaking white dress that flowed like water with every step she took. The fabric shimmered in the sunlight, giving her an ethereal glow. Narumi, the woman who had once been his closest friend, his rival, now stood at the altar, radiant and full of life. Her usual chaotic energy was softened, replaced by a grace that felt almost unfamiliar to him.
Her hair, once wild in its signature pigtails, was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. It framed her face in a way that highlighted her bright blue eyes and the gentle curve of her features. The change made her look even more beautiful, more mature, and for a moment, Sasuke felt his heart tighten. She was different now—no longer the girl he had grown up with, but a woman standing on the threshold of a new life.
As she smiled, Sasuke felt a flicker of something deep inside him, a hope that maybe—just maybe—that smile was meant for him. That for a brief moment, he was the one she was thinking of, the one she was acknowledging in this sea of people.
But then Narumi's gaze shifted to Hinata, the man standing beside her at the altar.
The smile she had worn so brightly wasn't for Sasuke at all. It was for him.
Hinata Hyuga, the quiet yet unshakable presence that had always been a part of her life, was now her future. His calm demeanor and soft strength had always made him stand out, and now he stood proudly as Narumi's husband-to-be. His pale lavender eyes shone with a tenderness that cut through Sasuke like a knife. The way Narumi looked at him, the way their love seemed to fill the space between them—it was undeniable. They belonged together.
Sasuke clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he forced himself to stand still. Watching them, it became painfully clear just how far removed he was from this moment. This was a world of happiness and love, a world he had once been part of but had long since abandoned. He was an outsider now, watching from a distance.
Narumi walked down the aisle, her arm looped through Iruka's. The older man, who had been like a father to her, wore a proud smile as he guided her forward. There was a lightness in his step, a joy that radiated from him as if he had raised Narumi himself. And in a way, he had. Iruka had always been the parental figure Narumi never had growing up, and now he was here, leading her toward the man who would become her partner for life.
The Hyuga clan was present in full force, with Hiashi at the forefront, his normally stern face softened with pride. Hanabi stood beside him, her face lit with joy as she watched her brother, Hinata, take his place as Narumi's groom. The whole scene was one of unity, of bonds that had only strengthened over the years. Sasuke felt a pang of envy. He had once been part of something like this. Now, he was alone.
At the altar, Kakashi stood with a serene expression, officiating the ceremony with his usual calm presence. He looked out at the gathered crowd, his single visible eye crinkling with amusement as he prepared to speak.
"If anyone here has any objections to this union," Kakashi began with a dramatic pause, "I would advise you to reconsider. After all, you'd have to face Narumi, the strongest shinobi in the world, and the entire Hyuga clan. Good luck with that."
The crowd burst into laughter, and even Narumi chuckled, playfully swatting Kakashi's arm. "Come on, Sensei, don't scare them off!" she teased, her voice full of lightness and joy.
Kakashi shrugged, feigning innocence. "Just doing my duty."
Hinata smiled softly beside Narumi, his eyes never leaving her. He looked at her as if she were the only person in the world, and Sasuke felt another twist in his chest. The intensity of their bond was palpable, something Sasuke had lost, or perhaps never truly had. He cursed himself for coming, for putting himself through this torment.
And then, it was time for the vows.
Narumi took a deep breath, her voice steady yet full of emotion as she spoke to Hinata. "I never thought I'd be standing here, saying this to someone I love as much as I love you. You've been my anchor, my light, and my home. Even through the toughest times, I knew that I'd always have you by my side. I promise to love you forever, Hinata—through every storm, every battle. Not even death could take you away from me. My heart will always be yours."
The words echoed in Sasuke's mind, each one sinking deeper into his soul. "Forever." The same word that had haunted him ever since he realized what he felt for her. Uchiha love was eternal, an unbreakable bond that clung to the soul no matter how much time passed. He had tried to bury it, to forget, but standing here, listening to Narumi's vows, it felt like a cruel reminder of his own heart's desires—desires that would never be fulfilled.
Kakashi, sensing the gravity of the moment, shifted gears, a teasing smile crossing his lips. "Well then, let's wrap this up before anyone changes their mind. Narumi, Hinata, you may kiss."
Sasuke's heart sank as Narumi turned to Hinata, her eyes filled with nothing but love and joy. The kiss that followed was soft, tender, a promise of their future together. The crowd erupted in cheers, but Sasuke barely heard them. He stood frozen, his emotions a swirl of longing, regret, and bitter acceptance.
He shouldn't have come.
But he owed it to Narumi. She had been there for him, always, even when he didn't deserve it. And now, as she walked into her new life with Hinata, Sasuke knew it was time for him to let go.
Narumi had found her forever. And Sasuke was left with the weight of his regret, an eternal ache in his chest that no battle, no mission, could ever erase.
Silently, without a word, Sasuke turned and walked away from the celebration. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the world itself was pressing down on him, reminding him of everything he had lost.
"An Uchiha's love is forever," he thought bitterly, "but some things are never meant to be."
The village had changed so much. Where once stood humble buildings and narrow roads, now rose a bustling, modern city. Sasuke Uchiha walked through Konoha's crowded streets, his presence unnoticed, but that was how he preferred it. The noise of everyday life surrounded him, but Sasuke felt detached, like an observer in a world that no longer felt like his own.
He had been gone for too long. His missions, far outside the village, had kept him distant, and each time he returned, Konoha seemed a little less familiar. And yet, it wasn't just the village that had changed. It was him. He glanced around, his thoughts inevitably drifting toward the past.
Narumi.
Even after all these years, her name echoed in his mind, tugging at his heart. She was the Seventh Hokage now, beloved by the entire village. Strong, resilient, always smiling. She had become everything she had ever dreamed of. But more than that—she had built a family, a life with someone else. With Hinata, who had stood by her side in a way Sasuke never had.
The thought of it brought a sharp pang of regret to his chest. He had chosen his path—married Sakura, built a family of his own with Sarada. And yet… Narumi's presence lingered, always at the edge of his mind, a wound that never quite healed.
As Sasuke walked deeper into the village, he thought of his wife and daughter. Sakura was strong, loving, always patient with him. And Sarada—she was his pride, the future of the Uchiha clan. Yet, in the quiet moments, when the weight of his choices pressed down on him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed them. His long absences, his distance—it wasn't the kind of father or husband they deserved. Sakura never said it, but he saw it in her eyes—the loneliness she tried to hide.
His thoughts were interrupted by a voice, young and full of energy.
"Hey, are you Sasuke Uchiha?"
Sasuke stopped, turning to see a boy standing in front of him. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an unmistakable resemblance to someone he could never forget.
"You're Boruto, right?" Sasuke asked, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of surprise.
Boruto's eyes lit up. "Yeah, that's me! You're my mom's old rival, aren't you? The legendary Uchiha! I've heard so much about you!"
Sasuke couldn't help but smirk. "Rival, huh?" The word felt foreign now, but once, it had carried so much weight between him and Narumi. Now, it seemed like something from a distant past, a chapter long closed.
Boruto's grin widened. "Yeah! You and Mom were supposed to be the strongest, right? I want you to be my teacher."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Why not ask your parents? Narumi's the Hokage, and your father—Hinata—he's not a slouch either."
Boruto's face softened for a moment. "Mom's always busy with Hokage duties. I know she tries to make time for us, but I don't want to bother her with training. She already does so much for the village and for us. And Dad… well, I didn't inherit the Byakugan like him. I heard you're as strong as my mom, though. I want to make her proud."
Sasuke observed Boruto carefully. There was something familiar about the boy—something that reminded him so much of Narumi. The same determination in his eyes, the same fierce desire to prove himself. And yet, Boruto was different. He wasn't just a reflection of Narumi—he had his own path, his own strength. Still, Sasuke couldn't help but see the echoes of Narumi in him, and it stirred something deep within him—something bittersweet.
"You want to make Narumi proud, huh?" Sasuke said, his tone softer than before.
Boruto nodded, his face earnest. "She's the strongest person I know. I want to be like her one day."
Sasuke's heart clenched. Looking at Boruto was like peering into the past, seeing the same fiery resolve that Narumi had always carried. And yet, it was a past that Sasuke had left behind. The life he might have shared with her was now someone else's. She had a family with Hinata, a life filled with happiness that Sasuke could only watch from afar.
For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of what to say. But then, with a deep breath, he nodded.
"Alright. I'll train you."
Boruto's face lit up with excitement. "Really? Thanks, Sasuke-san! I won't let you down!"
Sasuke watched him for a moment longer, seeing both Narumi and someone entirely new in the boy before him. This was his chance to guide Boruto, not as a replacement for Narumi, but as a mentor to someone who had inherited her spirit. Perhaps, through Boruto, Sasuke could finally let go of the past that haunted him.
Kunai clashed against kunai as Boruto and Sarada sparred, their movements quick and precise. Sasuke stood back, his arms crossed, observing the match with a silent intensity. The two of them fought with a mixture of rivalry and friendship, pushing each other to their limits.
"You're getting slower, Boruto!" Sarada teased, her Sharingan gleaming as she dodged his attacks with ease.
"Slower? I'm just getting warmed up!" Boruto shot back, hurling a handful of shuriken her way.
Sasuke's gaze shifted between them, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was like watching a reflection of his past—the way Sarada and Boruto bickered, challenged each other. It reminded him of his own relationship with Narumi when they were younger. She had always been just behind him, always chasing, always fighting to catch up. But, just like Boruto, she had a determination that wouldn't be denied.
Sarada, too, reminded him of himself—focused, driven, with the same quiet intensity. But there was something different about her, something softer, a warmth she had inherited from Sakura. It balanced her in ways Sasuke had never been.
Suddenly, a small voice broke through the sound of clashing steel.
"Onii-chan! Onee-chan! Are you done yet?"
Sasuke looked over to see Himawari running toward them, her bright smile lighting up the field. She looked so much like Hinata—calm, gentle—but there was a part of her that unmistakably came from Narumi: her blue eyes, her energy, and the faint whisker marks on her cheeks.
"Hima!" Boruto called out, grinning. "Perfect timing! You're about to see me beat Sarada!"
Sarada rolled her eyes but smiled. "In your dreams, Boruto."
Sasuke watched the interaction, feeling a strange sense of peace. It was a reminder of what could have been—of the family Narumi had built with Hinata. Himawari was proof of their love, their bond. And seeing her, so full of life, made Sasuke's chest tighten. She carried pieces of Narumi with her, and Sasuke couldn't deny the bittersweet truth of it.
As the laughter between Boruto and Sarada died down, another familiar figure approached.
"Sasuke," came the soft, calm voice of Hinata. He walked toward them, his usual gentle expression on his face. "It's been a while."
Sasuke turned to face him, nodding. "Hinata."
There was no animosity between them, just an unspoken understanding. Hinata was the one Narumi had chosen, the one who had been there for her in ways Sasuke never could. And Sasuke respected him for that. Still, it didn't make seeing them together any easier.
Hinata smiled politely. "Narumi's at home. We were going to have lunch soon. Would you like to join us?"
Sasuke hesitated. The idea of sitting at a table with Narumi, Hinata, and their children—of seeing Narumi's happiness so up close—was too much. He didn't resent them, but the thought of seeing the life he had once imagined now lived by someone else was too painful.
"No, thank you," Sasuke said quietly. "I have other things to take care of. Sarada, you can go if you want."
Sarada blinked in surprise but nodded. "Okay, Papa."
With that, Sasuke turned, giving a polite nod to Hinata before walking away. His heart was heavy, filled with memories and emotions he had long tried to bury.
The sky cracked open with a violent explosion as Momoshiki's attack rained down on Konoha. Sasuke watched in awe as Narumi, bathed in the brilliant golden glow of Kurama's chakra, stood at the forefront, protecting the village with everything she had.
She's always the one to sacrifice herself, Sasuke thought, his chest tightening. Always the one to stand between the village and danger.
She was beautiful, even amidst the chaos of battle. Her strength, her resolve—it was breathtaking. Sasuke had fought beside her countless times, but every time, it felt like the first. The way she moved, the way her chakra surged—there was no one else like her.
As Momoshiki launched another devastating attack, Sasuke moved without thinking, joining Narumi in the fight. His sword flashed, and together, they pushed back the enemy with perfect synchronization. For the first time in a long while, Sasuke felt truly alive. Fighting alongside Narumi again—it was like stepping back into the past, to a time when it had been just the two of them against the world.
For a fleeting moment, Sasuke allowed himself to feel it—the joy of fighting by her side, the connection that had always been there between them. It was a feeling he had missed, a feeling he had buried deep within himself.
As the battle raged on, Sasuke caught a glimpse of Narumi smiling. It was a proud, radiant smile as she looked at Boruto, who had just unleashed a massive Rasengan to turn the tide of the fight. Sasuke's heart clenched. That smile—it wasn't for him.
Narumi's smile was for her son, for the boy she had raised to be strong, kind, and courageous. It was a smile of love, of pride, of family. And Sasuke knew that it was a smile he would never see directed at him.
The battle ended with Boruto's victory, the village safe once again. As they made their way back, Sasuke saw it—the way Narumi's face lit up when she saw Hinata and their children waiting for her. She ran to them, embracing them with the kind of warmth that made Sasuke's heart ache.
Her family. Her life.
Sasuke stood back, watching as Sakura and Sarada approached him, worry etched on their faces. Sarada reached him first, her eyes scanning him for any signs of injury.
"Papa, are you okay?"
Sasuke forced a small smile. "I'm fine."
Sakura's concern was evident as she placed a hand on his arm. "You push yourself too hard, Sasuke."
He nodded, but his gaze remained on Narumi and her family. They were laughing, happy. And in that moment, Sasuke knew—it didn't matter how much time passed or how far he tried to run from his feelings. He would always love Narumi. That love would never fade. But it was a love that would never be fulfilled, a love that had no place in the life she had chosen.
And that was okay.
Sasuke had made his choice, too. Sakura and Sarada—they were his family, his future. He would never stop loving Narumi, but he had learned to accept it. He had a duty to his daughter, to his wife, to the life he had built.
As he watched Narumi with her family, Sasuke smiled—a small, bittersweet smile.
I will always love you, Narumi. But I will protect the ones I have now. They are my life.
With that thought, Sasuke turned to Sarada and Sakura, embracing them with a warmth that felt whole. For the first time in a long while, he felt at peace.
-end-
Note:
I just want to show Sasuke's feelings here. I've always loved Kei-kei Yuki fanfics, and I have somewhat based his portrayal of Sasuke on that. I know Sasuke's feelings here are repetitive, but isn't that how the Uchiha love? I mean, look at Obito and Itachi.
