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kishimoto-did-us-dirty · 4 years

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Naruto Arts School AU

Reposting bc I love this post and bc I can lol

Character

- major

description

Naruto

-Drums

okie nobody can deny that our main boy over here is a loud soul, however, he can also carry a damn good beat that compliments his band mates’ music really well. Tbh, he sucked at music to begin with and had trouble matching rhythms and listening to his band mates when they played, however he eventually became a really good rhythm maker.

Sasuke

-Guitar (lead)

He’d be assigned to the same band as Naruto, and that’s how they met. This boy is a damn good guitarist y’all, but has attitude problems™, and used to not be able to deal with Naruto’s haphazard beat making, thus perpetuating a rivalry between the two. He constantly feels overshadowed by his elder brother Itachi, a piano major.

Sakura

- Dance

Ya girl fucking demolishes every single dance routine. Initially starting out with a focus on ballet (pre-shippuden in canon), our pink headed queen soon realized that she wasn’t getting the full experience of what it meant to dance. Her point shoes were her loves, however they hurt and nipped in places not just physical. She realized that she didn’t want to be pigeonholed into a genre of which she would be inhibited by standard, and rather to dance so as to forget technical perfection. Thus, what would partner with post-shippuden Sakura in canon, Art School AU Sakura got into hip-hop. And bitch, she goes hard. A lot of the other girls who she used to dance ballet with admire her for her absolutely BODYING her dance routines, but also for never sacrificing her femininity to dance and not taking BS for being a girl who goes so hard in a male-dominated genre. (Some people believe that hip-hop is heavy hitting and a little metaphorically “dark” so to speak, which Sakura is not. So obviously I expect a little disagreement regarding this, however if you look at people like Delaney Glazer or Kaycee Rice, that is how Sakura would dance).

Hinata

- Creative Writing

Shy and bookworm-like, Hinata can write the best poetry, romance and adventure pieces out of all the creative-writing majors. She’s especially good at writing character relationships and development, and has such a subtle sense of intelligent wit in her writing, that if you blinked you would miss it. However should you catch it, you’re sure to chuckle. Her only struggle is that she tends to drag on in important scenes, stretching them against the regular flow of the rest of her writing. Needs validation for her writing through an IV drip.

Kiba

- Drums OR Photography

Drums for obvious reasons (loud and obnoxious), although ruff boi looks good with a camera, too. Great at landscapes and street photography.

Shino

- Creative Writing OR Photography

I could definitely see Shino having fucking beautiful handwriting, and being a beast at writing anything within the sci-fi realm. I could also see him doing some journalism, and writing for the school paper. He’s very good at the logic of his sci-fi books and coming up with logical but enrapturing stories, that intermingle knowledge and mystery. He’s a very specific type of read, however, and may not appeal to all, however if you enjoy anything similar to Star Wars or Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, then Shino is your author. If this doesn’t float your boat, though, try photography-major Shino. He can get the best angles of bugs he sees, and has an extensive portfolio with entomology-related snapshots.

Ino

- Dance

Like Sakura, she, too, began with a focus on ballet, however began to branch out into contemporary ballet a little later than Sakura. This is another reason why Sakura switched her focuses, as she and Ino had always had a fierce rivalry for dieting (ballet dancers are pressured to be as thin as possible) as well as battling for technical perfection when they were ballet focused. As the two grew, Ino focused more so on contemporary, but can certainly do some hip-hop with Sakura every now and then, just as Sakura occasionally takes a contemporary class with her. The two still have a rivalry, however, just not to the previous extent as when they were actively competing against each other. They’re more like sisters.

Shikamaru

- Guitar (bass) OR Creative Writing OR Architecture

Smart boy’s a tricky one. He would either be a bassist, a mystery and historical fiction writer, or, of his school offers it, be great at architecture. Idrk.

Choji

- ermmmmm….. maybe graphic design? Tech theatre (props)? Vocal???

Choji is hARD dwnccnpc (that’s what she said). I could see him behind a computer screen, animating and designing games/covers/posters or whatever. He could also do something in theatre, but I don’t think he would do anything up on stage. Something like props would suit him. He might do something in music, tho???? Can he sing???? Help???

UPDATE: Choji is a band kid. He plays tuba or some shit. Big boy got big lungs.

Tenten

- Dance

Always has been, and always will be a hip-hop dancer. She wanted to be like Tsunade, a legendary dancer and followed in her footsteps, taking up hip-hop. (that’s why Sakura focused on hip-hop, too, because Tsunade mentored her and taught a few of her classes, too). Tenten is fast and can keep up with any beat. Not only is she a great dancer, but she’s also athletic, and does track and field (cross country), football, and softball at another school too, since the arts schools doesn’t offer it. Overall great dancer with styl. She’s really looked up to by some of her underclassmen for her cheery, but badass style and skill.

Lee

- DANCE (hip-hop, too)

It’s sweat. It’s burn. It’s energy. It’s Lee.

Neji

- Violin

First chair violinist in his freshman year for the school’s philharmonic orchestra. He be extra like that.

Gaara

- Guitar (bass)

He had a lonely childhood with neglectful/abusive parents, and rock music really helped him with that. Emo music is emo and often made fun of, but the songs have messages and Gaara related, so self-taught himself the bass guitar to help cope, and bring him closer to the music that salvaged him.

Kankuro

-Art

Specifically sculpting. For obvious reasons.

Temari

- Acting

Girl can make you cry with some of her monologues. Total lead. Has a seriousness in her acting that makes her believable, however can falter on the less-serious roles. She may also double-major in whatever Shikamaru does. And she’s better at it than him.

Itachi

-Piano

Boy could play any etude at age 7. Performed at Carnegie Hall when he was 10. And no, he didn’t pay to play there. The hall invited him. Began composing at 9. Has perfect pitch. Owns international awards. If he’s not at school it’s because he’s traveling to play for crowds. He excels at classical and baroque, however has an ear for romantic, and enjoys playing/composing pieces either written or inspired by romantic pieces. Enjoys Schumann, Debussy, and Tchaikovsky. Hates modern classical music, though. Can only take cinematic pieces composed by people like Williams, however can’t stand Prokofiev at all. He does like modern music, though, so long as it’s outside of the orchestral/classical music realm. He likes R&B. He would have liked to do film with Shisui, particularly producing, however his parents pressure him with piano, so he helps Shisui with student films and projects outside of school (will probably pursue film after graduating, tho).

Shisui

- FILM / VIDEO PRODUCTION

Fight me on this!!! THIS BOY IS SO GOOD AT CINEMATOGRAPHY MY FILMMAKING ASS CAN’T EVEN. AS SOMEONE WHO IS IN LOVE WITH FILMOGRAPHY, TRUST ME, SHISUI HAS IT™. THE IT™. HE’S GOOD AT EVERYTHING. CINEMATOGRAPHY. DIRECTING. SCREENWRITING. GRIP-WORK. EDITING. PRODUCING. HE’S SUCH A FILM NERD TOO, AND WATCHES OLD FILMS ALL THE TIME. HE’S JUST TOO GOOD AT IT. DOES STREET PHOTOGRAPHY TOO. HE’S OVERALL A GENIUS WITH CAMERAS. Does film with Itachi outside of school and teaches him, and the two are overall geniuses at filmography. They want to start their own studio together (they do, and it becomes huge). He becomes a leading director, while Itachi becomes a producer and directs sometimes too.

Sasori, Deidara, and Sai

Guess.

Kakashi

- Saxophone

It’s the only thing that suits him and it suits him so well. Has suave.

Obito (omfg his arms y'all)

- Not to say drums or anything, but…. drums.

Narutard 2.0. But he also dabbles in other areas of music. Like, he can also play guitar and sing. He’s also pretty good at music production. Makes R&B sometimes. He wasn’t always the best musician but proved to be a late bloomer, and really harnessed his potential. Tries to be as suave as Kakashi and his saxophone. He isn’t.

Hashirama

- Vocal

OkaYYYYYY. VOCAL GOD. CAN DO RIFFS AND RUNS AND HAS PERFECT PITCH. ALSO THE SWEETEST GUY??? WAS A CHAMBER SINGER AS A FRESHMAN. EVERYONE LOVES HIM, GOOD BOY ENERGY.

Likes to belt.

Madara

- Piano

Total prodigy, but hates classical music. Once was accompanist to Hashirama for a solo vocal performance and hasn’t been left alone since.

Tobirama

- Viola or Cello

Some sort of string instrument and takes it very seriously. Probably plays cello because violas are violas and that’s lame (if you know, you know). Has almost as many awards as Itachi and Madara, but hates his usual piano accompanist, Izuna.

Izuna

- Piano

Also a piano god. The uchihas breed them. Hates being accompanist for Tobirama. They’re secretly best friends though, don’t tell anyone.

Karin

- Tech Theatre.

Idk why. Probably started out with props and made her way up to TD (technical director) in senior year.

Suigetsu

- Tech Theatre

Fucking hates theatre kids. Assistant TD. Karin hates him.

Jugo

- Visual Art

Paints landscapes and nature. Really good with oils and gouache respectively.

Yamato

- lmao Trumpet.

Met Kakashi since they both play brass, but boy he ain’t got that suave. That’s why he plays trumpet. Lmao he plays the fucking trumpet anjdwcnojdnn.

Rin

- Vocal

Sweetest voice and could also play the acoustic guitar when she sang. Died in a car accident junior year. Kakashi was at the wheel when they got hit by a drunk driver. Obito saw the whole thing.

Kurenai

- Visual Art

Can create dream like paintings that almost seem like illusions.

Asuma

- Cello / guitar

Used to play cello because of his parents, but loves to play guitar. Can sing but his voice is raspy from smoking.

Gai

Who the fuck do you think teaches dance?

Jiraiya

- Guitar (lead)

Used to major in lead guitar. Sucked at first. Probably has a couple, casual Grammy Awards (they’re actually not that hard to be awarded with, The Recording Academy award many people outside of mainstream media. My school has a few). Now teachers as head of the Band department at this school.

Tsunade

-Dance

Legendary dancer. Probably toured with a few famous people. Now teaches. Mentored Sakura, and mentored Ino but for a shorter time.

Orochimaru

- Idk, didgeridoo, or some shit

Definitely a wood wind. Flute maybe??? Teaches now but no one knows what he does. Pedophile. Has a thing for Sasuke.

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preciouslilpitches · 3 years

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Alone Again

A/N: This is my first NaruSasu fic, so I will happily accept any feedback. :) You can also read it here! I like to recommend songs with my fics, so if you feel so inclined, give a listen to “I’m Coming ‘Round” by Thirdstory. This is angsty af you’ve been warned.

Somewhere on the coast…

There was something that drew Sasuke to the ocean. It was peaceful- the folding of the waves, never ending. The gusts of wind blowing salt through the air. The gulls that soared swiftly in the sky. He found himself there often, between missions. Never in the same place twice, of course, but the view of the water was beautiful anywhere.

It was nearing the end of summer, and the wind was getting colder. He had to close the window to keep the chill out, but it lingered still.

His eyes drifted across the bare room to a scroll that sat neatly on the nightstand.

They were to be wed in the spring.

“Tch,” he spat, turning away. He swirled the tea around in the cup, the flavor long turned bitter and the liquid long cooled.

He stood with a start, and stormed over to it. He could throw it in the fireplace. He could pretend he never got it. He could make it to Konohagakure in two days-he smacked the thing away, and it clattered to the floor, the corner slipping to reveal his scratchy writing. He stared down at it for a stretch of silence too long and with a sigh, leaned down to pick it up. Sasuke plopped helplessly onto the bed and curled his legs underneath him, leaning against the cold wall.

He let the paper unfurl in his hand again, falling softly into his lap, and began to read.

Sasuke,

Hinata and I are getting married. It’s been years, and she deserves this from me. I deserve this, too. She makes me happy. So happy. She likes ramen (maybe even more than me, if you can believe it), she takes care of me, she trains with me. I’m a better person because of her. I love her.-

Sasuke sucked in a harsh breath, the second time slicing just as deep as the first. He willed the knot in his throat to fade away.

-I know I won’t be able to change your mind on this. After everything, I still wish we could see eye-to-eye. I know why you have to stay away and maybe that’s what makes this so hard. But I want you there. I want you by my side on the happiest day of my life. It’ll be in the spring, April 4th. The cherry blossoms will be in bloom, then. It will be beautiful. And come visit once in awhile, okay? Even Kakashi-sensei is worried about you, and you know how weird he gets about sappy stuff. Anyway… I hope this letter finds you well.

See you in the spring?

Best,

Naruto

Again, just as the first time, Sasuke’s hand shook beneath the paper. He fought the urge to activate his chidori and shred it to pieces.

Different this time, though, he felt a twinge in the missing limb. An all-too-familiar pain, as his lip quivered and tears stung his eyes.

“Damnit, usuratonkachi,” he hissed, tossing it aside and scrubbing a hand across his face. I want you by my side on the happiest day of my life, he said. She deserves this. I deserve this, too.

And he was right.

And despite just how right he was, it didn’t make Sasuke any less…

A knock sounded at the door and he hated the part of him that hoped, just for a split second, before he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and crept toward the door.

“Housekeeping,” a small voice said from beyond it.

He opened it a sliver, barely giving room for his hand to slip through, as the young woman placed fresh towels in his hand.

“Thank you,” he said, and shut it. In truth, he didn’t need them. But it pulled him away from the letter, pulled him out of the growing despair that threatened to engulf him. He placed them carefully folded on the edge of the tub, feeling the letter burn a hole into his back. He was going to have to look at it again. He was going to have to feel the grooves again where Naruto’s passion indented into the paper; I want you there.

Sasuke took a deep breath and steeled himself, strolling back into the bedroom with purpose. He wrapped it up again, pulling open his pack, and shoved it into a deep pocket. At least there, it would be out of his sight. He took another deep breath and curled up on the bed, tucking his only hand beneath his cheek. He didn’t think of Naruto. He didn’t think of him in his ceremonial kimono. He didn’t imagine the vows he would say to her in front of the village…

*****

He woke with a gasp a few hours later, blinking away tears. His hand had moved from his face, clutching a fistful of his shirt over his heart- and despite his embarrassment even alone, he didn’t quite feel like moving yet. The room was cloaked in a blue hue of moonlight and he was glad that whatever dream he was having disappeared as he came to.

He realized too late, that he’d missed any chance he had to find fresh food anywhere. And just as he thought he might be able to tough it out till morning, there was a low grumble in his stomach that made his cheeks tingle. This is just perfect, he thought, not even taking the time to turn on a lamp as he slipped on his cloak and eyepatch. The small bag of coins would find him something quick at the store down the street.

And so he stepped out into the cool night air, ears trained on his surroundings, eye darting back and forth, as he walked. He could hear the waves crashing still, only fainter. It calmed the irritation burning in his throat just a little, and he was thankful for the distraction. After a short stroll, he found himself standing before the place.

The store was small, the area around it lit only by the fluorescent lights inside. It was a shithole, and it was his only option.

Tch. Figures.

When he pulled open the door, a small old man nodded from behind the counter, puffing on what was left of a cigar. He glanced around carefully, hoping to make a quick decision, but not finding anything he was capable of making in the tiny room he’d rented. The irritation bubbled up again- how could they not have anything good?! -but was promptly replaced with ice as his eye fell over a familiar product.

Instant ramen.

He stared, gutted, reminded of everything he was too scared to say yes to.

Unable to really stop it, his mouth screwed up into a frown and his eye brimmed with tears.

“Damnit,” he whispered, his hand reaching once again for his chest where it ached. He snatched the ramen off the shelf and stormed over to the cashier, slamming it onto the counter. As much of a slam as the styrofoam would allow.

The old man looked up at him kindly, and Sasuke wanted to punch something.

“Just this?” he asked, wrinkled eyes turning up in a smile.

“Yes.”

He plopped the change into his hand and left in a flash.

The bag felt like lead as he made his way back to the room.

*****

When he’d finally shucked off his cloak and eyepatch and ignited the lamp, he stuck the kettle of water above the flame in the fireplace and waited. He waited for what felt like hours, until it screeched it’s boiling point, and he removed it carefully from the heat. He placed it back near the fireplace after he’d poured some into the cup, placing a small plate over the top to let it cook. And then he waited some more. His thoughts raced ahead of him, and he thought he might lose track of how long it’d been since he poured, when Naruto’s voice popped into his head. A memory.

Three minutes is what the package says, but I always open it early.

He shrugged as he reached for the plate and removed it. Steam billowed up from the cup as he pulled back the lid, and it smelled like him. He grit his teeth.

What was he doing? Where was the room for sentimentality now? He’d lost the privilege for it when he let Naruto place that old, scratched hitai-ate in his hand instead of his hand. Breaking his own rule, he snuggled back against the wall behind the bed, and balanced the cup between his legs. With his first mouthful, he grimaced. It was incredibly salty. No wonder he liked it- there was no nutritional value whatsoever. With the second, tears pricked at his eyes. He wondered if his tiny apartment was still filled to the brim with the stuff.

Even if it was, it wouldn’t be for long.

With his next bite, he let the tears slide silently down his cheeks. They might’ve even mixed with the taste of the noodles, though he wouldn’t be able to tell. He let himself imagine the weight of Naruto beside him, their shoulders pressed together. A thought that both made his sternum heavy and elated him. He imagined that he’d said the words he was thinking that day- come with me. Abandon this place and come with me. They’d be laughing now, the space would be warmer just because he was there, maybe he’d even steal a kiss…

His eye shot open and the image was shattered.

He was alone again.

But maybe not entirely.

*****

Konohagakure…

He was up late again.

In recent months, it was pretty common, what with the wedding coming up.

Not to mention missions, his studies, training- both for general purposes and for his eventual transition to Hokage -he barely had time to take Hinata out to dinner anymore.

He knew she didn’t mind. She was happy to quietly wait for him. She always was.

He smiled in the moonlight and took a sip of what was left of the broth in the ramen he’d suddenly had a hankering for.

For the first time in awhile, he thought of Sasuke- a familiar twinge shooting through his new arm.

He wished he would accept that he was deserving of this too- this life of peace and love and acceptance and acknowledgement. If the village knew what Sasuke sacrificed every day, just how much he was helping them, they’d stop whispering every time Naruto was in public.

I’m just glad that Uchiha brat isn’t around anymore. Who would trust someone who abandoned us?

He let it go, because he knew all-too-well that he was abandoned long before the village was. Because he knew what it was to feel their hateful gazes, ignore their snide remarks.

He let it go selfishly, because Sasuke had made his decision.

He was gone, he wasn’t returning any time soon, and the most he heard from him were the rare occasions when his hawk would appear at the Hokage tower.

Naruto had accepted that. It had taken years, but he had.

He swiped a tear from his eye and drained the last of the lukewarm broth, smiling sadly.

They were to be wed in the spring.

Maybe he’d see him then.

#naruto shippuden #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #angst #fanfic

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uchiha-family-for-the-winny · 3 years

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I loved your one shot about the Uchiha family! But I'm curious, can you tell me about the three kids you included in there? Their ages and how old is Sarada in there?

Thank you, Anon-san! I'm happy you liked my small fic about my favorite family!

The kids have different ages. Sarada is 17 here and already a Chunin. My inclusion of my SasuSaku kids don't follow canon story in ages. Sarada was nine when her brother, Sake was born, two years later Saori was born, five years later Yusuke was born.

Yusuke is the youngest and is only seven months old, in the story seven months have gone already ever since Sasuke was with his family, so he was able to see his youngest son like that.

Sake has black hair and green eyes, is a very hyper little boy with a love for the Ninja Rangers(A/N: Lol, a parody of the Power Rangers XD) and he likes seeing his big sister and his dad train together. He's the second born son. He's seven.

Saori has pink hair and green eyes, resembling her mom in all ways, happy and has a superhuman strength just like her mom and acts like her. She loves drawing a lot, in the Uchiha household there has to be a lot of crayons and paper. She's five years old.

And finally Yusuke has pink hair and green eyes, although he resembles Sakura he has Sasuke's calm personality and his love for tomatos, that's why Sasuke calls him 'his little tomato'. A very smart baby too, understand many words for being a seven month old.

(I wish I could draw well to draw them together, but alas, I suck at art so I prefer writing insitead, lol)

Thank you again for your ask!

#asks #amai answers #uchiha family #sasusaku #naruto #boruto: naruto next generations #amai's ocs

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greatfay · 4 years

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controversial opinions?

Cold pizza actually not good. Tastes like angry bacteria.

There’s a completely separate class of gay men who are in a different, rainbow-tinted plane of reality from the rest of us and I don’t like them. They push for “acceptance” via commercialization of the Pride movement, assimilation through over-exposure, and focus on sexualizing the movement to be “provocative” and writing annoying articles that reek of class privilege instead of something actually important like lgbtqa youth homelessness, job discrimination, and mental health awareness.

Coleslaw is good. You guys just suck in the kitchen.

Generational divides ARE real: a 16-year-old and a 60-year-old right now in 2021 could agree on every hot button sociopolitical topic and yet not even realize it because they communicate in entirely different ways.

Sam Wilson is a power bottom. No I will not elaborate.

Allison’s makeover in The Breakfast Club good, not bad. She kept literally and metaphorically dumping her trash out onto the table and it’s clearly a cry for help. Having the attention and affection of a smart, pretty girl doing her makeup for her was sweet and helped her open up to new experiences. Not every loner wants to BE a loner (see: Bender, who is fine being a lone wolf).

Movie/show recommendations that start with a detailed “representation” list read like status-effecting gear in an RPG and it’s actually a turn-off for me. I have to force myself to give something a try in spite of it.

Yelling at people to just “learn a new language” because clearly everyone who isn’t you and your immediate vicinity of friends must be a lazy ignorant white American is so fucking stupid, like I get it, you’re mad someone doesn’t immediately know how to pronounce your name or what something means. But I know 2 languages and am struggling with a 3rd when I can between 2 jobs and quite frankly, I don’t have the time to just absorb the entire kanji system into my brain to learn Japanese by tomorrow night, or suddenly learn Arabic or Welsh. There are 6500 recorded languages in the world, what’s the chance that one of 3 I’ve learn(ed?) is the one you’re yelling at me about. Yes this is referring to that post yelling at people for not knowing how to pronounce obscure Irish names and words. Sometimes just explaining something instead of admonishing people for not knowing something inherently in the belief that everyone must be lazy entitled privileged people is uh... better?

Stop fucking yelling at people. I despise feeling like someone is yelling at me or scolding me, it triggers my Violence Mode, you don’t run me, you are not God, fuck off. Worst fucking way to "educate” people, it just feels good in the moment to say or write and doesn’t help. Yes I’ve done it before.

Violence is good actually.

Characters doing bad things ≠ an endorsement of bad things. Characters doing bad things that are unquestioned by the entire rest of the cast = endorsement of bad things, or at the least, a power fantasy by the creator. See: Glee, in which Sue’s awfulness is constantly called out, while Mr. Shue’s awfulness rarely is because he’s “the hero.” See also: the Lightbringer series, in which the protagonist is a violent manipulator who is praised as clever, charming, diplomatic, and genius by every supporting character (enemies included), despite the text never demonstrating such.

Euphoria is good, actually. It falls into this niche of the past decade of “dark gritty teen shows” but actually has substance behind it, but the general vibe I get from passive-aggressive tumblr posts from casual viewers is that this show is The Devil, and the criticism of its racier content screams pearl-clutching “what about the children??” to me.

Describing all diagnosed psychopaths as violent criminals is a damaging slippery slope, sure. But I won’t be mad at anyone for inherently distrusting another human who does not have the ability to feel guilt and remorse, empathy, is a pathological liar, or proves to be cunning and manipulative.

It’s actually not easy to unconditionally support and love everyone everywhere when you’ve actually experienced the World. Your perspective and values will be challenged as you encounter difficult people, experience hardship, are torn between conflicting ideas and commitments, and fail. My vow to never ever call the cops on another black person was challenged when an employee’s boyfriend marched into the kitchen OF AN ESTABLISHMENT to scream at her, in a BUSINESS I MANAGED, and threaten to BEAT the SHIT out of her. Turns out I can hate cops and hate that motherfucker equally, I am more than capable of both.

Defending makeup culture bad, actually. Enjoy it, experiment, master it, but don’t paint it as something other than upholding exactly what they want from you. Even using makeup to “defy the heteropatriarchal oppressors!” is still putting cash in their pockets, no matter how camp...

Not every villain needs to be redeemed, some of you just never outgrew projecting yourself onto monsters and killers.

Writing teams and networks queerbaiting is not the same as individuals queerbaiting. Nick Jonas performing exclusively at gay clubs to generate an audience really isn’t criminal; if they paid to go see him, that’s on them, he didn’t promise anyone anything other than music and a show. Do not paint this as similar to wealthy, bigoted executives and writing teams trying to snatch up the LGBTQA demographic with vague ass marketing and manipulative screenplays, only to cop out so as not to alienate their conservative audiences. And ESPECIALLY when the artists/actors/creators accused of queerbaiting or lezploitation then come out as queer in some form later on.

Queer is not a bad word, and I’ve no clue how that remains one of few words hurled at LGBTQA people that can’t be reclaimed. It’s so archaic and underused at this point that I don’t get the reaction to it compared to others.

People who defend grown-woman Lorelai Gilmore’s childish actions and in the same breath heavily criticize teenage religious abuse victim Lane Kim’s actions are not to be trusted. Also Lane deserved better.

Keep your realism out of my media, or at least make it tonally consistent. Tired of shows and movies and books where some gritty, dark shit comes out of nowhere when the narrative was relatively Romantic beforehand.

Actually people should be writing characters different from themselves, this new wave in the past year of “If you aren’t [X] you shouldn’t be writing [X]” is a complete leap backward from the 2010s media diversity movement. And if [X] has to do with an invisible minority status (not immediately visible disabilities, or diverse sexual orientations and gender identities, persecuted religious affiliations, mental illness) it’s actually quite fucked up to assume the creator can’t be whatever [X] is or to demand receipts or details of someone’s personal life to then grant them “permission” to create something. I know, we’re upset an actual gay actor wasn’t casted to play this gay character, so let’s give them shit about it: and not lose a wink of sleep when 2 years later, this very actor comes out and gives a detailed account of the pressure to stay closeted if they wanted success in Hollywood.

Projecting an actor’s personal romantic life and gender identity onto the characters they play is actually many levels of fucked up, and not cute or funny. See: reinterpreting every character Elliot Page has played through a sapphic lens, and insulting his ability to play straight characters while straight actors play actual caricatures of us (See also: Jared Leto. Fuck him).

I’m fucking sick of DaBaby, he sucks. “I shot somebody, she suck my peepee” that’s 90% of whatever he raps about.

“Political Correctness” is not new. It was, at one point, unacceptable to walk into a fine establishment and inform the proprietor that you love a nice firm pair of tits in your face. 60 years ago, such a statement would get you throw out and possibly arrested under suspicion of public intoxication. But then something happened and I blame Woodstock and Nixon. And now I have to explain to a man 40 years my senior that no, you can’t casually mention to the staff here, many of whom are children, how you haven’t had a good fuck in a while. And then rant about the “Chinese who gave us the virus.” Can’t be that upset with them if you then refused to wear your mask for 20 minutes.

Triggering content should not have a blanket ban; trigger warnings are enough, and those who campaign otherwise need to understand the difference between helping people and taking away their agency. 13 Reasons Why inspired this one. Absolutely shitty show, sure, but it’s a choice to watch it knowing exactly what it contains.

Sasuke’s not a fucking INTJ, he’s an ISFP whose every decision is based off in-the-moment feelings and proves incapable of detailed and logical planning to accomplish his larger goals.

MCU critique manages to be both spot-on and pointless. Amazing stories have been told with these characters over the course of decades; but most of it is toilet paper. Expecting a Marvel movie to be a deeply detailed examination of American nationalism and imperialism painted with a colorful gauze of avant-garde film technique is like expecting filet mignon from McDonalds. Scarf down your quarter pounder or gtfo.

Disparagingly comparing the popularity and (marginal) success of BLM to another movement is anti-black. It is not only possible but also easy to ask for people’s support without throwing in “you all supported BLM for black people but won’t show support for [insert group]” how about you keep our name out your mouth? Black people owe the rest of the world nothing tbh until yall root out the anti-blackness in your own communities.

It is the personal demon/tragic flaw of every cis gay/bi/pan man to externalize and exorcize Shame: I’m talking about the innate compulsion to Shame, especially in the name of Pride and Progress. Shame for socioeconomic “success,” shame for status of outness, shame for fitness and health, shame for looks, shame for style and dress, shame for how one fits into the gender binary, shame for sexual positions and intimacy preferences, shame for fucking music tastes. Put down the weapon that They used to beat you. Becoming the Beater is not growth, it’s the worst-case scenario.

Works by minorities do not have to be focused on their marginalized identities. Some ladies want to ride dragons AND other ladies. The pressure on minorities to create the Next Great Minority Character Study that will inevitably get snuffed at the Oscars/Peabody Awards is some bullshit when straight white dudes walk around shitting out mediocre screenplays and books.

Canadians can stfu about how the US is handling COVID-19 actually. Love most of yall, but the number of Canadian snowbirds on vacation (VACATION??? VA.CAT.ION.) in the supposed “hotbed” of my region that I’ve had to inform our mask policies and social distancing to is ASTOUNDING. Incroyable! I guess your country has a sizable population of entitled, privileged, inconsiderate, wealthy, and ignorant people making things difficult for everyone, just like mine :)

No trick to eliminate glasses fog while wearing my mask has worked, not a single one, it actually has affected my job and work speed and is incredibly frustrating, and I have to deal with it and pretend it’s not a problem while still encouraging others to follow the rules for everyone’s safety and the cognitive dissonance is driving me insane.

It’s really really really not anti-Japanese... to be uncomfortable with the rampant pedophilia in manga and anime, and voice this. I really can’t compare western animation’s sneakier bullshit with pantyshots of a 12-year-old girl.

Most of the people in the cottagecore aesthetic/tag have zero interest in all the hard work that comes with maintaining an isolated property in the countryside, milking cows and tending crops before sunrise, etc. And that’s okay? They just like flowers and pretty pottery and homemade pastries. Idk where discourse about this came from.

You think mint chip ice-cream tastes like toothpaste because you’re missing a receptor that can distinguish the flavors, and that sucks for you. It’s a sort of “taste-blindness” that can make gum spicy to some while others can eat a ghost pepper without crying.

Being a spectacle for the oppressive class doesn’t make them respect us, it makes them unafraid of us. This means they continue to devour us, but without fear of our retaliation.

Only like 4 people on tumblr dot com are actually prepared for the full ramifications of an actual revolution. The rest of you just really imprinted onto Katniss, or grew up in the suburbs.

Straight crushes are normal. They’re people first, sexual orientation second. Can’t always know.

The road to body positivity is not easy, especially if what you desire is what you aren’t.

You’re actually personally responsible for not voluntarily bringing yourself into an environment that you know is not fit for you unless you have the resolve to manage it. Can’t break a glass ceiling without getting a few cuts. This one’s a shoutout to my homophobic temp coworkers who decided working a venue with a drag show would be a good idea. This is also is a shoutout to people who want to make waves but are surprised when the boat tips. And also a shoutout to people who—wait that’s it’s own controversial opinion hold up.

Straight people can and should stay the fuck out of gay bars and queer spaces. “yoUrE bEInG diVisiVe” go fuck yourself.

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AUNTIES OF KONOHA | A SasuSaku FanFic (One Shot)

This was a sudden idea but it was fun to write! The idea entered my mind when I saw a tweet by one of my friends in the SS fam wherein her mom and tita (aunt) stalked her crush. Haha. And then poof, I suddenly thought of incorporating the “Titas of Manila” vibe in it!

If you’re a Filipino and you consider yourself a “tita” regardless of your age, I hope you enjoy this!

Cla, thanks to you, this was born! This one’s for you! I hope this fic would make you smile! Stay happy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, nor any product, franchise, or establishment mentioned in this fic.

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“Hi, Mars!” A high-pitched voice called the attention of Mikoto Uchiha while she was seated at one of the aesthetic tables of Cafe Mary Grace.

“Mare! You’re here!” Quite surprised, she stood up and leaned closer to her new companion to give her a beso on the cheek. “Kushina told me you might not be able to come, so I thought it’s going to be just the two of us.”

Mebuki Haruno slightly chuckled as they both sat down. It was also a surprise to her that she was able to attend their monthly hangout. Originally, she had somewhere else to go to, but she didn’t want to miss out on the updates with her amigas’ lives so she had to find a way to be able to meet with them. “Well, Sakura doesn’t have any classes so she took over all of my tasks for Sunlife today. Anyway, how are you?”

“Well, actually…” Mikoto suddenly picked up her Longchamp from the chair beside her and started rummaging its pockets.

“What are you looking for?”

“My White Flower.” She sighed. “Actually, I was having some sort of a migraine this morning and it’s quite hitting me again now. Wait, where is it…”

Rolling her eyes, the caramel-haired woman clicked her small pouch open and gave Mikoto what she was looking for. “Here. And I thought Kushina was the forgetful one.”

“Oh, thank you!” Mikoto chuckled bashfully. “You’re still always the girl scout! I think I forgot mine somewhere at home since I used it right after I woke up too.” Opening the lid of the tiny bottle, she placed a finger on its mouth and waited until the liquid that could somehow miraculously heal all kinds of aches dampened the tip of her finger. She applied it on her temples and repeated the process until she felt the soothing sensation that she needed. “Tch. How I wish these headaches would stay away from me, but it’s returning every now and then.”

“Is that a sign that even at eighteen, Sasuke could still be a kuya?”

A subtle gasp escaped Mikoto’s lips as her gaze landed on Mebuki. And with the way the other woman wiggled her eyebrows at her, she couldn’t help but blush. “N-no, that’s not the case!” She cleared her throat and straightened herself on her seat. “Not at all. We don’t need more babies at home, Mare. Besides, I already have lots of baby succulents in my garden.”

Mebuki chuckled at how her friend struggled to keep her composure. “But 43 is not that bad, Mars. I’ve heard it’s still okay being pregnant at our age!”

“I don’t think Sasuke would appreciate having a sibling that is enough to be his own child.”

“Oh well, that could probably make your son more soft, you know? He’s so much like Fugaku! Imagine him taking care of an infant. I bet he needs that. Like a practice!”

Her laughter only received an eye roll from Mikoto. And if Mikoto hadn’t seen another familiar woman by the restaurant’s door, she was sure she’d have to endure Mebuki’s insistence on the matter for a couple of minutes.

“Kumares! Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry I’m late!”

Mikoto knew the newcomer wasn’t quite sorry at all, but she only grinned due to its familiarity. “It’s fine, Mars. We haven’t ordered yet.”

Kushina Uzumaki rounded the table and gave the two a beso before placing her grocery bags on the same chair where Mikoto’s bag was. “That’s great! Oh well. I wasn’t able to stop myself from dropping by at Watsons after I bought some groceries!”

“Who would be able to resist the temptation of Watsons? I could relate to you! I’m sure Mikoto could, too. Did you buy anything?”

“I wasn’t intending on buying anything, really.” The redhead chuckled. “But then I saw a new shade of this famous supermatte lipstick and I knew I needed to have one while it’s on sale!” She opened a small paper bag to reveal its content. Quickly removing the cap of the cosmetic, she twisted its body and showed the lipstick to her friends. “It’s gorgeous, dattebane!”

“Wow, that’s good for you! I’m kind of becoming lazy in shopping at malls recently. I often just hoard some stuff on Shopee and Lazada or ask Sakura to do the shopping for me. Besides, that’s kind of her thing nowadays too.”

Mikoto groaned slightly. “The joy of having a daughter.”

Mebuki chuckled. “Oh yeah, I remember you’ve always imagined that Sasuke would be a girl when you were still pregnant with him. But don’t worry, isn’t Itachi about to get married early next year? You’ll have a daughter-in-law soon!”

“You’re right.” There was a sparkle in Mikoto’s eyes upon hearing the idea. “Wow. You’re right! I didn’t realize that! Izumi’s such a sweet girl and I can’t wait for her to be officially part of the family soon!”

“My, my! I can’t believe things are going too fast! Just a little bit longer and you’re already going to be a lola, Mikoto!” Kushina’s unabashed laughter filled their side of the venue, but the redhead woman didn’t care about the heads turned towards her.

On the other hand, her statement made the Uchiha matriarch glare at her, and for a second, she somehow thought that she saw her eyes became red.

“I’m kidding, ‘ttebane! You know you’ll still be as charming as me and Mebuki regardless of our age! Anyway, why don’t we order first?”

“Good point. Cha! I’m starving. It’s almost lunch time anyway. Waiter?” Mebuki raised a hand to one of the waiters who instantly handed menus to them and asked for their orders.

Kushina was the first to respond, “I’ll get the signature ensaymada – kindly heat it, okay? – and please prepare a dozen of Cheese rolls for takeout. How about you, Mikoto?”

“Mine is...hmm, Chicken Inasal Sandwich with Tomato and Wansoy Salsa.”

“That’s all for you both? Alright, for me—wait a sec—ah, this! Dory and Saffron Cream Pasta and Mary Grace Hot Chocolate. You guys don’t want to add anything?”

Kushina shook her head, but Mikoto turned to the waiter once more. “Please add a cup of tea for me. Thank you.”

“We’re all set then!” The redhead hummed with delight once the waiter left for their orders. “So what’s up with you guys recently?”

“Nothing much, really. Same old, same old.” Mikoto huffed. “Fugaku still has lots of businesses he needed to attend to. But recently, he often brings Itachi to his trips, as training, he says. I don’t even see them much anymore until they came home last week.”

“Still the busy man, huh? Minato’s the same! I called him out about it. Just because he’s the Mayor doesn’t mean he needed to stay at his office and have overtime!”

Mikoto crossed her arms on the table, smirking in amusement that Kushina had the guts to call out her own husband. “That’s the First Lady of Konoha for you. And what did he respond to that?”

“Gladly, he’s been going home earlier lately. It makes me happy that I could prepare dinner for him again. The thing is, it’s quite difficult to tolerate him because it feels like he’s another teenager in the house!” Kushina massaged her temples as her friends snickered. “I’m not sure if he’s just messing with me or he’s trying to practice being sweet again.”

“That’s why Naruto isn’t maturing,” Mikoto quipped.

“You’re right, though. He used to tell me that Naruto got much of his traits from me, but maybe the immaturity actually came from him!”

“Oh well, what is it with our husbands and their busy lives? Kizashi opened another shop in Suna last month, so he hasn’t returned since then.”

“How fun! I mean, missing your husband sucks, but the all-girls company seems fun, ya know? With just you and Sakura at home!”

“Yeah. You and Mikoto are missing out.” The Haruno matriarch chuckled, and then he proposed, “Perhaps we could invite you both soon for dinner?”

“Sounds good to me. Sometimes I can’t stand Sasuke’s brooding at home.”

“Count me in, too! Oh, hey! Food’s finally here.”

True enough, the waiter returned to their table with the meals they have ordered, making them pause to say a prayer and then instantly devour their food.

“By the way, have you heard about this thing going on with Hiashi and Tsume?”

Two pairs of eyes glanced from their food to Kushina.

“You’re not talking about a romantic thing, right?” Mikoto asked.

“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

“That seems like a joke, however.” Mebuki laughed before wiping her lips with a table napkin. “With how reserved Hiashi is, and how...how bold Tsume is, that seems like an extreme contrast.”

“I’m still not sure if it’s true. But we all know how Hiashi lost his wife to cancer so many years ago. And how...Tsume’s husband left them because she allegedly scared him, right? They probably need some romance once again.” Kushina shrugged while slicing her ensaymada. “Oh, well. It’s kind of being passed on to their kids because Naruto complained to me days ago about how Kiba seemed to be hitting on Hinata recently.” She snickered.

“But aren’t Naruto and Hinata together now?”

Kushina nodded with glee. “Yes, Mare! I was pretty surprised my son even had the guts to ask a girl out! Especially the Hyuga!” She laughed. “But yeah. Hiashi suddenly had a soft spot for dogs, and it seems like he often brought Hinata with him whenever they dropped by at the Inuzuka’s Petshop to have their pup checked up. And as told by Naruto, Hinata often mentioned how Kiba tried to spend more time with her.”

“Jealousy, huh?” Mikoto laughed. “Ah, young love.”

“I know! Naruto was pissed! I could remember how I was a bit like that – or worse – when a few girls hit on Minato back then!”

They all laughed, remembering how all of them were present in some of those encounters wherein girls threw themselves on the town’s young-looking mayor.

“Our husbands quite have the knack to attract girls, don’t they? Good thing Fugaku’s the kind who never even glances at his fangirls. To think that he still has lots until now! I’m not sure if I’d actually be bothered by the fact that Sasuke seemed to have gotten such attitude too.”

Mebuki bit her lip to stifle a giggle, mind lost in a memory that she wasn’t sure at first if she should share with her friends. “Speaking of Sasuke, I wasn’t able to mention this earlier but…”

Mikoto turned to Mebuki at the mention of her youngest son’s name.

“Well, how do I begin...I’m a bit bothered about why my daughter wasn’t introducing any guy that wants to court her. She wasn’t even talking about any crushes ever since, like every other girl! I was quite afraid that Sakura already became a plant or something. But weeks ago, I’ve tried asking her if there’s a guy that she likes and then – poof! – she went all red!”

“I think I know where this is heading…” Kushina snickered, but Mikoto only raised an eyebrow, wondering if she wasn’t catching up on something.

“She never mentioned the name of the guy. But…” The Haruno smiled mischievously, causing her two friends to lean closer as if a top secret information was going to be revealed inside the decorated walls of Cafe Mary Grace. “She described him – weird hairstyle, dark eyes, fair skin; also...quickly annoyed, rarely talks to others but engages in conversations with her especially through chats, and the one she often tags in memes despite knowing that he wouldn’t find it so funny.”

“So you’re thinking that it’s Sasuke?” Mikoto placed a hand on her mouth, unsure about what she should feel. “But we can’t be sure on the last descriptions!”

“The thing is...I’ve stalked my daughter online.”

“Stalked.” The raven-haired woman gave her a pointed look.

“Yes.”

Kushina guffawed in her seat while waiting for the next revelations of her friend.

“You stalked your daughter, Mebuki? Don’t teenagers dislike it when we invade their personal space?” Mikoto mentioned with her fingers forming quotation marks in the air. “That’s what Sasuke usually tells me whenever I ask him who he’s always chatting with on––” And then she gasped.

Mebuki and Kushina were looking at her now, pairs of blue and green eyes shining with delight at the notion that their friend seemed to have puzzled the pieces on her own.

“Oh, goodness.” Kushina chuckled once again. “I haven’t heard anything from Naruto, to think that they’re all best friends! This is great, ‘ttebane! But you haven’t told us yet what you’ve seen when you stalked Sakura.”

Mebuki laughed before she even got to say anything, almost making a vein pop on Mikoto’s already throbbing head. Because, how could they understand the story if the teller was laughing midway?

“Well, I didn’t see her tag Sasuke on any meme.” The caramel-haired woman restrained another cackle.

“So how were you—”

“It was actually the other way around! I don’t know how I landed on that random Facebook page but I saw a comment of Sasuke tagging Sakura on one of those doctor memes albums. And then my daughter replied with ‘HAHAHA you’re the one who’s annoying, Sasuke-kun! I won’t be like this to my patients one day!’”

Kushina and Mebuki giggled like teenagers then, leaving the Uchiha matriarch at a loss for words.

“Who would have thought, Mikoto? We might end up as co-mothers-in-law!”

“I didn’t...I didn’t expect this. I’ve always known Sasuke to be the shy one. Although he always seems aloof, he’s actually just shy. I never even realized he and Sakura have developed such close friendship...or more. I used to think that only he and Naruto are the ones who are very close in their team.”

“Well, I was surprised with Sakura too. I know she adores both her bestfriends, I just never imagined she could adore Sasuke in a different way. If anything, I’d actually be glad if my assumptions are true.” She winked at her amigas. “They basically grew up together. And Sasuke grew into a fine gentleman with great values, props to you and Fugaku.”

“Alright! We must do something about this then!”

The other moms faced the redhead, each with an eyebrow lifted inquisitively due to her sudden declaration.

“Remember when we were helping you and Fugaku pass on letters to each other in class?”

“Oh my goodness, Kushina, that was a long time ago!” A crimson stain appeared on Mikoto’s cheeks as she remembered how her two best friends and their then boyfriends (now husbands) actually contributed to the relationship between the campus heartthrob and their batch’s top student. “I don’t think we could do such a thing for Sasuke and Sakura though.”

Kushina scoffed. “Of course we wouldn’t do the exact thing! For one, you and Mebuki should allow them to go out. Like, alone.”

“Actually, I’m fine with Sakura going out. She even usually goes out for some shopping with Ino. It’s just that I have a curfew for her. Hmm...maybe I could extend that whenever she’ll be out with Sasuke.”

“The thing is, knowing my son, he wouldn’t be straightforward in asking her out even if he wanted to. He’s so subtle at everything! I think he actually needs some push.” Mikoto nodded to herself as if she already has a to-do list of her own. Her two other friends grinned at each other, noticing the determination in the Uchiha’s eyes that seemed to be filled with hesitation moments ago. “You know what? This is actually a good idea. I don’t want Sasuke to end up being alone. He’s already getting a bit lonely now that his brother is not always around. And Naruto already has a girlfriend to give much of his time to.”

“Exactly!” Kushina clapped her hands, thrilled that they were going somewhere with this SasuSaku mission of sorts. “Those are great contributions, Kumares! I guess mine would have something to do with my son. Let me see...oh! Wait a minute! What if I ask Naruto to invite Hinata, Sasuke, and Sakura for some sort of a double date? Oh my gosh! That would be so sweet, dattebane!”

The three women gazed at each other with silly grins on their faces. They only wanted to hangout and talk about life in general, what they didn’t expect was that they would end up strategizing as if they were gearing up for a school project, much like their High School days.

“Cha! It’s getting cold here.” Mebuki suddenly complained, immediately getting her small pouch that seemed to fit every possible item in it, which included a shawl that she brought out. Placing the shawl around her shoulders, she heard a familiar voice from behind her and for a second, her friends gave her meaningful looks that she didn’t quite catch at first.

For the one who had just entered Cafe Mary Grace was none other than her beautiful (and single) daughter.

“Oh, Sakura! You’re done meeting with everyone for their Sunlife insurance?”

“Yes, mom. I also picked up your box of Vitaplus goods,” the pink-haired maiden said while handing a package filled with health drinks.

“Wow. I didn’t know you’re into that.”

“Nah, Kushina, I have no time for networking, really. But I wanted to help a friend who’s into this, so I sometimes buy their big bulk. Besides, my future doctor here is kind of obsessed with these healthy stuff!”

Sakura only shrugged before greeting the other women in the room, “Hi, Tita Kushina and Tita Mikoto!” She then approached them with a beso on their cheeks. But for some reason, she was stuck in place when the Uchiha matriarch surprisingly hugged her, leaving her wide eyed.

“Great to see you, Sakura!”

She chuckled shyly as she pulled a chair from an empty table near them. “Um, thank you, tita. You too.”

“It’s so nice of you to help out your mom today, Sakura. Thanks to you, we were able to catch up with Mebuki today!” Kushina said. And then she smirked. “So how are you and Sasuke?”

Mebuki and Mikoto threw glances at each other while stifling their laughter. As always, it was Kushina who would do things right off the bat.

Sakura parted her lips in surprise, eyes blinking as all the titas in the table leaned closer to wait for her reply. “I...I’m fine? I think Tita Mikoto would know about Sasuke-kun, though.” She scratched the side of her head.

“That’s not what we mean, dear.” Mikoto smiled, grasping her hand from across the table.

“Right. How are you and Sasuke?” Her mom asked this time.

Her eyes widened at the implication of the hanging question. She fidgeted in her seat, looking down with the hope that the blush on her cheeks wasn’t prominent for them to see. “H-how are...we? But...t-there’s no such thing, mom.”

The three women’s shoulders slumped, excitement suddenly leaving their system. Sakura was still trying to grasp the reason behind the on-the-spot interrogation when someone’s phone buzzed.

Saved by the bell, she thought.

It was Mikoto’s. A smile graced her lips when she saw the name on her caller ID. “Hello, Sasu-chan? Yes, we’re still here! Oh, you’re already right outside? Alright, thank you. I’ll be there in a bit.” She returned her phone inside her Longchamp before facing her friends with a beam. And for some reason, Sakura didn’t know if that was a good thing. “My son is there to pick me up. Let’s go?”

Definitely not a good thing.

The other women agreed, settling their bill and gathering their stuff before exiting Cafe Mary Grace.

Once outside, they all saw a black Audi with Sasuke leaning casually against its side. Kushina, Mebuki, and Mikoto couldn’t help but grin like Cheshire cats. Sakura, on the other hand, shifted her weight from one foot to another, gripping the Vitaplus box in her arms even tighter.

When Sasuke sensed their presence, he glanced at their direction, eyes slightly widening at the presence of someone he didn’t expect to be there. But he quickly brushed it off and approached his mom, giving her a kiss on the cheek before gently lifting Kushina’s hand and pressing his forehead against it. He repeated the honoring gesture to Mebuki, which the woman responded with a cheery “Bless you!”

For a brief moment, it was as if the three elders were holding their breaths, bracing themselves while they waited to see how Sasuke would greet Sakura.

Would he hug her, kiss her, hold her hand, or what?

Their expectations have faltered, however, when Sasuke simply turned to Sakura’s direction and gave her a nod.

A simple, small nod.

That’s it? Mikoto blinked in surprise, slightly disappointed with her own son. He definitely got that from Fugaku!

Sakura smiled in response at his raven-haired childhood friend, grinning a bit wider when she noticed the tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. Thankfully, their moms and aunt failed to see it.

“Do you mind if we give them all a ride?” Mikoto then asked once she recovered.

Sasuke – being Sasuke – simply shrugged and unlocked the car, opening both doors for them before assisting Kushina with her grocery bags to be placed in the trunk. As Kushina and Mebuki entered the back seat, he returned to get the box that Sakura was holding so he could also place it beside Kushina’s groceries.

He found his mom standing by the passenger seat then, with a hand on Sakura’s shoulder as if stopping her from going inside the car beside her mother. “Mom, what are you waiting for?”

“I’m actually thinking that Sakura should take the passenger seat so I and your titas could still talk at the back.”

Sasuke quirked an eyebrow at her. “Couldn’t you do that with you in the front seat?”

“No!” Three voices startled him and Sakura, though he was just asking the question to his mom.

“Well, you see, they agree with me.” Mikoto grinned. “I mean, I just really missed your titas, Sasuke-chan.” She intentionally completed Sasuke’s name to better gain his favor, well aware that he hated being called with his childhood nickname in front of other people. “Besides, while we talk, you and Sakura could have some—I don’t know—catch up or something.”

There was a pregnant pause after that as Sasuke weighed the predicament, sensing something strange. But when he realized that there was no point discussing a petty thing, he finally nodded at his mom and waited for her to get inside the car beside Mebuki. He closed the car door and waited for Sakura to enter the front seat next, before closing her door as well and rounding the car to go to his side.

Internally squealing, the three women at the back seat gave each other knowing glances that Sakura was able to catch through the rearview mirror.

Her neck suddenly felt warm the moment Sasuke entered the car. There’s this weird pressure of being this close to him and having the elders behind them, watching them carefully contrary to what Mikoto said that they would still converse with each other.

She busied herself with her phone then. And upon unlocking it, she noticed the latest Facebook notification that appeared on her screen: Sasuke Uchiha mentioned you in a comment.

Biting her lip to fight her smile from growing, she threw a glance at the man beside her. What made all her tension go away was the fact that he was also surprisingly looking at her with a smirk playing on his lips.

And then Sasuke drove off to bring the titas home.

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June 2019 | @AriannJS

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Some terms that might need definitions:

Mars/Mare/Kumare - (Tagalog; derived from a Spanish word) appellation for a female close friend; appellation for your child’s godmother

Kuya - (Tagalog) big brother

Lola - (Tagalog) grandmother

Tita - (Tagalog) aunt

Amiga - (Spanish/also used sometimes in the Philippines) female friend

Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think! :D

#SASUSAKU #ssfics #ariannjfics #aunties of konoha #Kushina Uzumaki #mebuki haruno #Mikoto Uchiha #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #sasusaku fanfics

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domesticsns · 5 years

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Hi love your blog so fun to read! I was wondering what sasuke had to do to make it up to naruto after the whole missing in acting for the weekend?

Hey, thanks for liking the blog! I am happy to see you enjoy it.

He got...*sigh*...Detention. Husband Detention if you may.

It is where Sasuke spend his day off like a student sitting on the kitchen table with a mandatory assignment. Mostly it is just writing lines, this time...It was an essay question...Gotta give Naruto some creative credit points.

The question was “Why my husband got mad at me for disappearing this weekend” in which Sasuke had to write 2 a4′s on why he fucked up.

He got to half a page while whining that Naruto had to cut him some slack and give him a few hints. Meanwhile Naruto narrows his eyes saying, “we talked about this all night.”

in which Sasuke mutters he wasn’t paying much attention.

He started this essay at ten in the morning and it was going to be ten in the evening. All he did was leaning back in the chair, throwing pieces of paper at Naruto, annoying Naruto into giving him some clue. Throwing pencils at the ceiling. At some point he was just hanging upside down on the chair, grabbing snacks. He tried to get one of the cats to eat the paper.

Eventually he asked Naruto if there wasn’t any better way.

Naruto lowered his grading papers and asked Sasuke what he had in mind.

Sasuke said he could also just suck his dick and get Naruto to just give him a A plus.

Naruto put his paper down and asked how Sasuke did his essays back in the days.

Sasuke, with the most serious expression, said, “I use to give a lot of oral exams...”

Naruto looks at him.

Sasuke looks back.

“Elaborate...” Naruto sighs, knowing he is regretting it already.

“Y’know, where they tie you up in a chair, ask you a bunch of questions and every wrong answer was a wet towel on your face and a liter of water thrown over you until you just about to pass out...And..Then they would...Repeat it..”

“Why is everything you say so sad...” Naruto extends his hand for Sasuke to give him his paper.

“Oh you were serious? I uhm...I wanna redo my assignment.”

“Just give me what you already have.” Naruto says and snatches the paper only to read like ten lines of an erotic story. He looks back up at his husband.

“You’re unbelievable....” Naruto says putting the paper down.

“But y’know...” Sasuke indicated to the paper, “I could do that...Instead of a stupid paper.”

Naruto looks back at the paper and the ten lines of a very promising erotic story. Then he looks back at Sasuke, giving a hopeful smile.

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ssm19 day 17

SasuSaku Month 2k19 Day 17: Ink and Paper Rating: K+ Disclaimer Day’s Notes: It’s short and I wasn’t going to write for this day but I woke up at like 2am and felt inspired so I banged this out right now before I need to start my work shift. Enjoy!

Snail Mail

It started with a school project.

In fifth grade, Sasuke’s teacher had asked them all to pick a random envelope from a box. Inside the envelope was a letter from another fifth grade student from somewhere else in the country. Sasuke didn’t care which student he got as long as they made the project easy.

Sasuke had read his envelope and had been relieved that the handwriting was neat and legible. It was much neater than what he expected from most fifth grade students but he was grateful. It would have sucked to have gotten a letter from someone that had writing as bad as Inuzuka Kiba.

The penmanship was neat and decidedly girly and it matched the name━Haruno Sakura━of the girl that introduced herself in the letter. Because her letter was sent first she did the basic introduction and explained what she liked to do and asked him to tell her the same things about him.

Sasuke wrote a short letter back, as simple as possible, and handed the envelope with his letter to his teacher to send to Sakura.

The following week he received another envelope, a little bulkier than the first one. Sasuke opened it up and inside was not only a letter but a paper flower, flattened a bit to fit inside the envelope. Sasuke wrote her back, sticking a flattened paper crane inside his envelope.

The project was supposed to last until winter break but most of the students had started to slow down on receiving and sending letters after the sports festival. Not Sakura though. Sasuke got a letter every week and he responded back almost as soon as he got the letter.

Sakura sent him a bookmark made with a pressed cosmos flower the week after he had told her he liked to read. Sasuke sent back a postcard from a temple he had visited in Kyoto with his family when she told him she had only ever been to China to visit relatives but other than that had never left Osaka.

When it was reaching the end of the project, Sakura had written her home address in her letter, asking if they could continue being penpals. That New Year Sasuke sent his first greeting card to someone outside of his family.

Sakura and her parents express delivered him and his family a crate of crabs and Sasuke had to explain to his parents who it was that he knew that lived in Osaka.

They continued sending letters back and forth, even after Sasuke entered middle school and his parents bought him his own cell phone. It was when he was a third year middle school student that he finally got curious and included his phone number in a letter to Sakura.

“Hello?” A soft, feminine voice rang clear through the speaker but Sasuke almost didn’t hear it over the beating of his heart thudding in his ears. Even with years of written correspondence, Sasuke was worried that the phone call would never come or that Sakura would see the request of a phone call and get scared off.

“Hey,” he had answered back and after that Sakura exploded into a steady stream of chatter. She was much more talkative than he was but it was pleasant just to hear her talk.

For the longest time there had been a silent agreement that they wouldn’t send pictures of themselves. For middle school he had only explained that he would be wearing a gakuran and Sakura told him the colors of her serafuku. When high school started up Sasuke received a LINE message from Sakura. Well, it was from her address but it was sent by a Yamanaka Ino. The message read “Isn’t she cute?” followed by a photo of who Yamanaka insisted was Sakura wearing her high school uniform for an all girl’s school that Sakura told him before that she was attending.

The western style uniform suited her and she was cute but Sasuke didn’t respond to the message that her friend had sent him using her phone. Instead he sent a picture of himself wearing his own high school uniform.

Ino-chan says to tell you that she approves, was the message he got back after school. He could only assume that she had met up with her friend that was going to a co-ed school and shared the photo.

They continued with LINE messages and phone calls but never stopped their handwritten letters, or packages as they were more likely to be because Sakura insisted on sending small gifts whenever she could. Sasuke returned the favor as well, always sending her things that could only be found in shops in Tokyo.

“Why don’t you ever change the girly charm?” Kiba asked when he caught him messaging during one of their breaks before the teachers rotated. Kiba flicked the bell and polymer cherry blossom cell phone charm attached to Sasuke’s phone. Normally Sasuke wouldn’t go buy accessories for himself but Sakura had sent him the charm as a return gift for the charm he bought for her when he and his friends had visited Disneyland.

Eight years of letters, barely four years of phone calls, and now Sasuke was on the shinkansen to Osaka to take the exam for his first university of choice. His father wasn’t happy with his decision to go to a school so far from home but his mom advocated for him and reminded his father that he had an uncle that owned a senbei shop in Osaka.

“Hey. I’m at the station,” Sasuke spoke into his phone, looking around for someone with rose gold hair.

“I think I see you,” Sakura replied back. “Turn to your left.”

Sasuke did as he was told and smiled softly at the petite girl bundled up in a thick winter coat waving ecstatically.

“Holy crap, you’re tall!” Was the first thing Sakura said to him in person and even though he knew she spoke in a Kansai dialect, the Osaka-ben was still something he had to get used to. “Are you hungry? It’s lunchtime, we should go get something to eat.”

“A bit.”

“Wait. You need to head to your uncle’s place, right?”

“He thinks I’m arriving this evening.” Sasuke’s ears warmed up as Sakura laughed into her hands. “We, uh, have time.”

“That excited to hang out with me, huh?” Sakura teased him, grabbing onto his free hand. “You’re lucky Ino-chan doesn’t know you’re here, Sasuke-kun.”

“Excited to keep me to yourself, huh?” Sasuke returned the tease, watching as the apples of her cheeks bloomed pink. Sakura interlocked their fingers and squeezed his hand.

“I waited eight years. No one can blame me if I don’t tell anyone my boyfriend finally came to visit.”

“I would have come sooner but if I told my mom why I wanted money to come to Osaka she would have come along as well.” Sasuke could imagine all of the ways his mother would embarrass him when she met Sakura.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now. Even though you’re so freakin’ tall.” Sakura nudged him with her shoulder, playfully. “Ready for the exam tomorrow?”

Sasuke nodded and let himself be led out of the station and into the city. Sakura started listing all of the shops they had to visit and Sasuke was sure that he was going to end up gaining a few pounds after he moved in the Spring.

Even if his waistline suffered a bit, the warm hand in his own was better than ink and paper.

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fourangers · 6 years

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Uchiha Sasuke’s odd mating rituals (ch. 1/4)

“Marry me.”

Naruto almost choked, sending a spray of ramen broth from his mouth. At this point of his life, he sort of expected these two words coming up one day, but first he thought he would be the one uttering it towards some nice girl and second, he'd never predicted that it'd be muttered through his best friend's monotone voice.

“Come again?” Naruto coughed, picking few napkins to clean up the mess.

Adjusting from his seat, Sasuke thinned his lips. “I mean it. We're the last ones who didn't hook up from our group, I think? Everyone in our age group is either married or soon to be married.”

“Um, that's hardly an excuse why I should accept your proposal, bastard. Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “We're already pushing thirties, Naruto. Also, people are nagging me to settle down and marry some girl and it's really annoying.”

“Well, you could choose one of them to marry. Just close your eyes and point in a random direction, I'm sure you'll find one out of your endless horde of fangirls.” Naruto shrugged, drinking his glass of water.

“As if you didn't have a horde of your own.” Naruto blinked, not quite capturing Sasuke's quiet grumble. Before he would question it, his friend said. “No, I'm not in the mood to marry someone I barely know. Not to mention that I have a feeling that most of them are the nagging, immature bunch.”

“Yeah well, sucks to be you. Why can't you just do what regular people would do? Like meeting some person you'll find interesting, dating and so on?”

“Too troublesome.”

“Now you're sounding exactly like Shikamaru.”

“It is quite a hassle. All the time wasted looking for someone who would fit your tastes and all the boring conversation you’ll have to do to get to know him or her, I’d rather live as a hermit than do anything like it.”

“Well, you should try it one day, who knows you might find someone you like.” Naruto snorted.

Sasuke harrumphed. “You're really not one to talk. You got two, or three dates with Sakura I think? Before both realizing that you’d rather stay as friends. And then your date with Hinata was such a disaster that she instantly dropped her crush on you once this was over. As well as some other girls later.”

“You know it’s your fault right.” Naruto poked Sasuke’s shoulder viciously. “Every time I’m on a date for some reason you’re always nearby to ruin it and I’m sure you’re doing this on purpose to laugh on my face.”

“It’s a coincidence, I assure you.” Sasuke grumbled, though a smirk playing on the corner of his lips told otherwise. “It’s not my fault that those girls couldn’t handle some minor issues here and there.”

Blue eyes narrowed in response, his lower lip jutting out.

“Also, instead of choosing any woman which I’m sure there’ll be nagging banshees that would continue to annoy me no matter what, marrying a guy would ought to shut them up, knowing that they have no chance. It’s perfect.”

“Yeah, it’s perfect for you, but why should I even marry you then?” Naruto grouched.

“What, haven’t you heard about the advantages of being married in Konoha?” Sasuke said.

“Wh⏤what?” Naruto straightened up, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You know that a lot of ninjas, due to hazards from our work, end up fearing getting attached to anyone. But for a huge village like Konoha who needs the population to keep on growing, this is not a good sign at all.”

“Right…” Naruto nodded. “And then?”

“So they approved some laws to stimulate more marriages, and I’m sure it’ll help us plenty too. Tax cuts from housing, higher wages and safer missions for us, getting discounts in some inns, and I heard they even give some money to spend on honeymoon.”

Naruto scratched the back of his head, mumbling. “Yeah well, sounds nice but...I don’t know…”

“And I’m not the only one who had this idea Naruto. I heard plenty shinobis out there only married on paper so they could get these advantages, when they are pretty much just friends. It’s easier for both of us to buy groceries, the expenses cut in half, and I can take care of your plants while you’re off in a mission.”

Naruto was quite impressed by all the amount of research Sasuke had done before starting this whole conversation. At first it appeared to be some kind of spur of the moment thing that his friend blurted out of nowhere but now it really felt that Sasuke had rehearsed the whole speech before presenting this idea. Was Sasuke running into some financial problems maybe?

And yet, Naruto groaned, squirming a little from his seat. “I guess you’re making this look kinda interesting but I don’t know...I still want to meet the one instead of using my marriage as some sort of contract. Sorry about that.” He muttered, one finger scratching his cheek. He wondered why he was feeling such guilt, seeing his best friend’s disappointed expression. He stood up, placing the money on the counter, his body already turning to the exit. “But I’m really happy you proposed this idea! Maybe you’ll get someone else who will agree⏤”

“I really need to marry soon.” Sasuke cut his diatribe, hand clutching on Naruto’s arm in a vice grip.

The thinly veiled desperate tone caught his attention, as Naruto faced the dark-haired nin. “Why? What do you mean by that?”

Sasuke sighed loudly. “It’s sort of...in the Uchiha clan, you can only fully reach adulthood once you marry someone. And my parents made sure to write on my will that I have to become an adult to get my inheritance, but my age limit is before I’m on my thirties. Or else, all the money will go to some distant relative, someone who is not even part of the clan.”

“...oh.” Naruto sat back next to Sasuke, grimacing in sympathy. “That sucks. So that’s why huh? Or else you wouldn’t blurt out of nowhere to me.”

Sasuke shrugged. “It doesn’t sound that bad right. I mean, we are practically married. We know each other pretty well, you’re already used to my habits and vice-versa and I can’t get you dumbass out of my sight no matter how much I try to shake you off, so it’s pretty close to a marriage right.”

“Yeah well, aside the fact we’re just friends, and marriage is usually with someone you love.” Naruto muttered incredulous. He noticed Sasuke stiffening on the corner of his eye before the Uchiha rolled his eyes in response. “Alright well, in any case, we can divorce once this is over.”

Sasuke studied him for a while, before he broke the eye contact. “Whatever.”

“Well, now thinking that not everything is set on stone, maybe this whole thing sounds more attractive to me.” Naruto nodded to himself, grinning.

“So you’re in?”

There was probably a weird ingredient in the Ramen broth, because for some reason Naruto imagined that Sasuke’s voice sounded giddy...somehow. Which is a completely wild and crazy concept, right? Right.

“Um…” He mumbled. “I still need some time to think through ok? I’ll give you an answer soon.”

“Hn.” Sasuke continued with his usual smooth self, assuring Naruto that whatever he noticed seconds prior was definitely some kind of weird hallucination.

⏤.⏤

“Sasuke asked you to marry him?” Bright emerald eyes blinked owlishly, as if she was taking time to fully absorb this bout of information.

“Yeah, something about having to marry to get his inheritance or anything like that.” Naruto muttered, while he drank his green tea.

“Ah. So that's what he said huh.” Sakura also sipped the warm beverage, contemplating. “Interesting…” She said, fingers drumming on the table absentmindedly.

Naruto stared at her then squinted his eyes. “Why are you smiling like this?”

Sakura tilted her head to one side, placing one hand on her face. “Like what?”

“Like…you're amused about some inside joke I'm not getting.”

“Am I? Naaaah, it must be your imagination.” She waved her hand, standing up from her seat. “Soooooo...you want to accept it?”

“Well...I don’t know, because it’s Sasuke...you know? My best friend and well, it’s all just too weird marrying your best friend.” Naruto groaned.

“Lee is one of my best friends and I’m married to him.” Sakura pointed out.

Naruto opened and then closed his mouth, conceding. “Okay, but well. It’s still Sasuke you know.”

Sakura hummed, savoring the tea. “Well, aside that, you know that Konoha has plenty of laws that⏤”

“Favor married people, I know, Sasuke told me about that before.” Naruto grumbled.

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Errr...honestly I don’t get you guys. Did I step into some weird dimension or some shit like that for you two to insist in this marriage? I don’t...see Sasuke in a romantic way, so why should I marry him?” Naruto shrugged awkwardly.

He also attempted not to shift too much from Sakura’s scrutinizing eyes, his nervousness spiking as she kept on her silent analysis.

She relented at last, slumping from her seat. “You know, marriage is so much more than just physical attraction and mutual feelings. It’s a complex concept, like sharing your entire life with someone you adore, see his pains and achievements, juggle our days between habits, flaws and qualities. Till death do us apart.” Picking up her kettle, she poured more hot liquid in Naruto’s cup as she resumed her speech. “And I can see this happening between you two you know? Despite the lack of romance.”

“But...the whole reason of a marriage is making those romantic feelings real, written in paper. Take this out and there’s only friendship and I’m pretty satisfied with what Sasuke and I have as it is.” Naruto responded back.

“Yeah, but don’t forget about Sasuke’s problem, his inheritance.” Sakura pointed out. “Look.” She approached and seized his hands. “We know Sasuke really well, like...half of our lives. And you know him the best. Sasuke is not someone who would express his emotions to anyone, only to people he’s really fond of, you’re one of them. So you really think that Sasuke would ask for help this easily, not unless he trust this person completely? Think about it.”

Naruto huffed, dropping his shoulders. “Yeah...I guess…”

“And well...considering the past from both of you, all the hardships you two went together...it’s nice, right?” Sakura smiled, making Naruto bewildered in return. “Have someone constantly in your life, erasing your loneliness. I’m sure you’ll enjoy his companionship the most Naruto.”

He frowned, staring down the tea cup, now lukewarm.

Soon after he thanked Sakura’s advice, he hopped through the village, finding Sasuke’s apartment. Grinning mischievously, Naruto slid the window open as silent as he could, gliding in the bedroom and ready spook his friend out, grabbing his shoulder and⏤ he was suddenly pressed down, kunai dangerously close to his throat and red irises shining in midst of the night.

“It’s me! Geez grouchy much?” Naruto yowled, picking up the kunai in a deft move and slithering away from Sasuke’s grasp.

Sharingan still glared in response. “What do you want? Dumbass.”

“Yeah, about that.” Naruto chirped out. “Let’s get married then!”

Part 2 here

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ohfortheloveofnaruto · 6 years

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I'm a dingdong and can't find the proper prompt place (unless this is it?!) but I am SUPER interested in the drug use and violence starter. 👌 And angst. I thrive off that. ❤❤ Thanks!

cutie you got the right place and I’ am a sucker for this trope so this will be a longer one, enjoy babe! (admin @wiccankonan)

He wasn’t sure what it was that made these nights occur, where he would find himself in the dark, rusted streets, the neon lights of the city casting off the puddles of water, making the reflection the one beautiful thing in a place birthed from cement and tears.

Yet here he was, again. What trigger had found him in this known scene? Out of habit he felt his pocket to find the bottle that contained his perfect poison, popping open the cap with slim, pale fingers he counted them again.

Five? he thought in dismay. Did the piece of shit he let fuck him last night raid his stash? He was sure he had ten xans left and that was suppose to get him through the next three days…. Not ideal, but enough to function.

He shrugged, whatever, one dick suck and a pity fuck and he’d get anything he wanted. He wasn’t particularly egocentric of his looks, he just took full advantage of the privilege it was to be as beautiful and striking as he. Raven black hair that in perfect lighting carried hues of bluebird blue, that with his smoldering eyes, he basically could get anything he wanted without much of a fuss.

La Vie En Rosewas a tiny little club and wasn’t much to write home about. It was dingy but the music was always loud, and there was always what he was looking for in times like this - because dissociation was better than numbness in his mind.

It was just the beginning of Fall so the weather was becoming chilly and a gust of wind reached past him as he opened the front door and took his usual cornered seat and waited.

The bartender here knew him well enough, she was a beautiful redhead, who sometimes snuck off to bathroom to do coke and invited him once or twice. He could imagine himself with a person like that, someone broken. You could see it on her very skin. He of course never asked why, but one day, crying, she told him what they had done to her and forced him to promise to never speak of it again and like a prayer it sealed his lips. He knew what it meant to carry wounds that he did not want bared to the world, the very world which made them.

“It’s a busy night.” The soothing familiar voice whispered from behind him.

“It’s sprite and gin…well mostly gin” she winked as she scurried past to attend to the other rowdy men and women on the hunt for the same desperate and raging fix.

Sasuke smiled graciously and took his sip… She wasn’t fucking kidding, and honestly he expected nothing less from the infamous Karin Uzumaki.

Not feeling very inspired, Sasuke took out his sketchbook anyway. Hoping that maybe a draft of smoke, a sudden passing smell, a particular glance would stir some feeling in him to make something again. It had been so long now. Long enough that it physically ached.

Lighting a cigg, he eyed the atmosphere about him - the rustling room filled with girls in short skirts, laughing with one another, looking like they were enjoying themselves, Sasuke didn’t feel a thing though.

Maybe he took too much xan….or maybe not quite enough… before he could think another thought - a crashing noise caught his attention, his lynx like eyes narrowing in on the sound.

Immediately a commotion ensued, some running to and away from the the drama unfolding.

“Sasuke!” his body registered the voice before his mind could and he was already at his feet, elbowing his way to the barkeep.

What he first took in was Karin - wide eyed, with her cell in hand, and a bloodied lip - next to her was the tanned, defined figure of a blonde man, who currently was holding another mans face to the counter.

“Say it again.” the blonde grunted, grabbing his prey by the hair and smashing his face into the mahogany table…once….twice…

“Say it again and I will let you go.” The voice was laced with an odd earnesty and the other man coughed out, blood pouring from his head and his mouth

“I’m sorry.” he gurgled.

“Mm…. I don’t think that’s what you said before…Karin is that what he said? Maybe I’m just crazy.” the blonde laughed, something in his guffaw was more disturbing than the psychical power this man showed.

“Try again?” he spoke almost with politeness, giving him another smash against the table.

“You’re gonna fucking kill him, Naruto please!” Karin screamed, the rawness in her voice was palpable.

“I called you a fucking faggot. I’m sorry. I called you a faggot that’s what I said please fuck..please…. please I’m sorry.”

As promised, the man was released and he staggered, supported only by the one friend he had flanking him. They took off to the back, not bothering to look behind them. Possibly knowing best not to.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” the blonde grinned and eyed the table before he found what he was apparently looking for.

Ah whiskey, he downed it in one gulp and Sasuke’s cock twitched involuntarily, honestly - he had a basic idea of what had happened and it was enough to know he wanted to figure out more about this Naruto character and more importantly, why the fuck Karin had kept him hidden this long.

“You’re lucky their not calling the fucking cops, Naruto. What the fuck?” The red head scorned as she wrapped ice in paper clothes and handed it to the blonde to apply to his blood stained knuckles.

“I had it under control.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened for a fraction of a moment at the rapid change of demeanor in this kid, he almost sounded like a child being scorned by his mother.

“Whose this one?” Naruto jutted his chin towards Sasuke, who frowned at him, looking indignant.

“A friend of Karin’s and you?” Maybe he shouldn’t have sounded so harsh to a guy who nearly smashed someones brains in, but Sasuke had a temper of his own.

“Feisty, just like I like them.”

“Shut up Naurto, this is Sasuke - Sasuke this is my cousin, Naurto.”

The blonde extended his hand, and Sasuke met him half way and the moment they touched a delicious sensation crawled through their veins.

I’m fucking him tonight Naruto thought as he eyed him, taking in his thin, yet undeniably compact and sturdy figure, skin like porcelain and eyes that spoke of defiance.

“Can I get you a drink, looks like you’re running close to dry.”

Sasuke peeked down, he must have spilled on his way to see the commotion. While he wanted to take him on his offer, the patch about the others hand had him weary… Which was peculiar since he usually couldn’t really give a shit.

“Do you need like….a ride to the hospital? Your hand looks pretty wrecked.”

“Fucking hate hospitals and had worse.” Motioning with his head, he directed Sasuke to sit by him.

“Let me get you that drink, Karin’s told me some about you, though you’re a lot better looking than she lead on and she went off pretty hard on that part.”

A distant “Fuck you.” was heard from the back of house and Naruto giggled. Yes, the same man who just nearly killed someone - was fucking giggling like some sort of school boy. Intrigued, Sasuke could not help himself and found no compulsion to either.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” and it wasn’t a lie, sun-kissed skin stretched perfectly over his taut muscular frame, his hair like a halo around his sparkling and lively ocean eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” Seeing Sasuke’s pout, Naurto chortled softly, nodding his thanks to Karin as he slid Sasuke’s drink to him while Naruto downed his own with gusto.

“Karin’s never mentioned you before.” Sasuke blurted this out before truly taking in what repercussions this might take.

“Ah…well.” Naruto scratched the back of his head, eyeing him sheepishly. “I’ve kinda been like…on an extended vacation of sorts.”

“He means jail.”

“Karin fuck off, honestly.”

For probably the first time in months Sasuke found himself laughing, a real honest, true laugh that radiated warmth through his core. If only he could have seen the way Naruto looked at him as he did.

“Anger issues?” It wasn’t a hard conclusion to come to but it made Naruto pivot and eye him, curiously.

Cocking his head slightly, he snapped his fingers as if he’d just deciphered some abstract work of art. “Let me guess…Drug issues because its the only way you can stand to be around half these people.”

“How very perceptive of you and to say half is being generous.”

Naruto smiled at that and the raven smiled back,

….

(to be continued)

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sariasprincy-writes · 6 years

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Where it Happened - 016

Part i Part ii Part iii Part iv Part v Part vi Part vii Part viii Part ix Part x Part xi Part xii Part xiii Part xiv Part xv Part xvi (here) Part xvii

Where it Happened part xvi

Dawn broke just as Itachi arrived at the hospital. He pulled into in his normal space only to find Sakura's car was already in her spot, two stalls down from him. She had beat him and by a number of hours, judging by the dew that clung to her vehicle. Times like these he did not envy her position on the board.

Inside, the hospital was still waking up for the day. There was activity but it was not nearly the rush that it would be in a few hours. Just enough time for Itachi to check in on his patients before the ER and operating rooms began filling up.

Shisui was already in the elevator when the doors opened. Itachi greeted his cousin and settled beside him, both heading to the same place.

For a few floors, the ride was quiet. Then Shisui prodded, "So when were you going to tell me you're dating Sakura?"

"Where did you hear that?" Itachi asked, his voice void of inflection.

A pointed look crossed the plastic surgeon's face. "Sasuke. After he apparently walked in on you two."

"I don't know what he told you, but it was nothing like that."

Shisui snorted softly. "Well he hadn't meant it that way, but now I'm curious. You and Sakura are that familiar already?"

A moment too late, Itachi realized his cousin had been joking. Shisui's eyes widened. "You two are sleeping together?"

Fortunately for Itachi, the elevator slowed to a stop at that moment to let a few nurses on. He didn't offer his cousin a reply as the lift moved again. Merely watched the numbers above the doors count up.

"You can't just tell me nothing." Shisui pressed half-teasing, half-serious. "How long has this been going on?"

Itachi glanced at the nurses again, relieved to find they were too immersed in their conversation to pay attention to his and Shisui's. He sighed mutedly before relenting, "About two weeks."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Again, Itachi didn't answer.

"Oh…" Shisui said, understanding dawning on him. The playful tilt of his lips faded as his expression softened. "You know you don't have to feel guilty, Itachi. You deserve this. Sakura is good for you. Definitely improves your mood, that's for sure."

The look Itachi shot his cousin was enough to make the older man laugh again. Itachi didn't know how Shisui did it, but he always made him feel better. Even with just a few simple words.

Itachi could admit that Shisui was right. His mood had been quite sour for a long time, even after he had moved. Perhaps that was why Sakura hadn't liked him very much at first. Perhaps it had been her lack of modesty about it that had finally snapped him out of it. She had been a breath of fresh air in stale room.

"So what's the deal with her and Sasuke?" Shisui asked, knowing Itachi was unlikely to elaborate any further. For now at least. Shisui lived here now too. He still had plenty of time to corner Itachi about his relationship with Sakura later.

"They were friends in med school," Itachi explained as the lift reached their floor. They stepped out together and headed towards the attendings' lounge.

"Were?" Shisui repeated. "Let me guess, Sasuke's charming personality ruined that."

"Sakura didn't tell me the whole story, but I do believe it was an argument of some sort."

"She didn't tell you? Why not-? You know what, I don't wanna know," Shisui interrupted himself. As if it occurred to him that they had likely become too preoccupied during their conversation for her to elaborate further. He ignored Itachi's smirk. "What was Sasuke doing here anyway?"

As they entered the lounge, Itachi slipped his jacket off and hung it on the hook in the back of his locker. "Sasuke went to go learn under Dr. Orochimaru in the Middle East. Apparently his teacher is a friend of Chief Tsunade's. Sasuke came to deliver something to her."

"Well isn't that a coincidence," Shisui said, yanking on his scrub top.

"I think it was less coincidence and more he spoke with mom and she mentioned I was here. Though, I do not think Sasuke understood she meant I had moved permanently," Itachi explained.

"You think he's going to let it go?"

Itachi considered this as he changed into his own scrubs. "Knowing Sasuke, unlikely. But he has always been a lot of bark and no bite."

"Like a chihuahua."

They laughed at that before they collected the rest of their things and headed out to begin their day.

Down on the surgical floor, there was a small commotion. Nearly every Department Head was present. At first Itachi wondered if there was a mass casualty but the air seemed to be full of quiet excitement rather than tense anticipation. Beside him, Shisui seemed equally confused and they gazed around curiously to see what it was that had drawn so much attention. It wasn't until the crowd parted that saw the buzz seemed to stem from a single person.

Blinking, Itachi recognized him as Sunano Gaara. A world renowned Neurosurgeon. He had been on the shortlist for the Uchiha Foundation Award a number of times but they had never met face-to-face. No one had mentioned that such a highly-regarded surgeon was coming to the hospital. Perhaps this was why Sakura had arrived so early this morning.

"Is that Doctor Sunano Gaara?" Shisui asked.

Itachi glanced at his cousin, only to find the question hadn't been directed at him. But rather Kakashi who had appeared beside them. His attention was focused solely upon updating the surgical board, but he glanced at Shisui before he followed his gaze across the room.

"The one and only," Kakashi said before he returned to the board.

But that didn't sounded like a compliment, Itachi noticed. Shisui didn't.

"I wonder what he's doing here," Shisui said more to himself. "He's one of the best Neurosurgeons in the country. I'd love to meet him."

Itachi watched Kakashi a moment longer but the trauma surgeon just continued to write on the board, his back to the room. When Itachi returned his attention to Gaara, he found Neji had joined the talented surgeon.

Their heads were bent together as they viewed a chart. Their voices low in private conversation as they began walking down the hall in their direction. The pair of Neurosurgeons stopped in front of the surgical board.

"If you're available this afternoon, I would love to discuss this further with you," Neji said. He briefly glanced at his beeping paper before he flipped the chart closed.

Gaara nodded. "Of course. I will find you later."

With that settled, Neji left.

Gaara eyed the board. His gaze studying Kakashi as he erased one finished surgery and entered the next. The neurosurgeon was quiet. Then he glanced at Itachi, recognition flickering across his face. "Doctor Uchiha, isn't it? I'm pleased to finally meet you," Gaara said, holding out his hand in greeting. "I read your work on Endovascular Stent grafting of the Thoracic Aorta last year and was quite impressed."

"Thank you," Itachi replied, accepting his hand. "I believe it was your research on using an alternative approach to resect tumors in the Frontal Lobe that nominated you for an Uchiha Foundation Award last year."

"It was," Gaara nodded.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Itachi saw Kakashi half-turn towards them, listening to their conversation. He didn't say anything. Just paused briefly before returning to what he was doing.

Shisui held out his hand and introduced himself. "Are you working with Dr. Hyuuga on a case?"

"A little. We are meeting later to discuss a patient," Gaara told him. "He is concerned about a young boy that has a tumor in a particularly dangerous area. Not to appear insensitive, but the tumor itself is actually quite fascinating."

"Chief Tsunade didn't grant you privileges," Kakashi said. He capped the pen and turned to face them then, his expression stony.

His comment gave them all pause. For as passive as Kakashi normally was, his tone held something a little sharp, a little hostile. Something silent passed between the men, something only they understood, but Itachi could just as well feel the tension.

"Yes, I am aware," Gaara eventually said, his voice calm but otherwise unreadable. "I am not overstepping my bounds. I am simply offering my help while I await news on my brother's condition."

"Your brother is in the hospital?" Itachi redirected the conversation. His eyes lingered on the trauma surgeon briefly, but Kakashi didn't acknowledge him.

Gaara stared, a little surprised. "My brother, Kankuro, is on the waitlist for a new heart. He was admitted to the hospital yesterday in heart failure. We are discussing options for treatment while we wait for a heart to come. I am surprised Sakura did not tell you."

"I'm terribly sorry to hear that," Itachi told him sincerely. "I believe I received a missed call from Dr. Haruno last night. I was looking to catch up with her this morning after rounds."

Perhaps that was a lie, but Itachi had no intention of calling Sakura out to another surgeon. Especially one he hardly knew. In fact, he hadn't heard from her all night. Which he supposed wasn't entirely unusual, but news that there was a close relative of a highly-regarded surgeon under her care did piqued his interest.

Gaara nodded his thanks. A moment later, his phone sounded and he pulled the device from his pocket before excusing himself.

Only after he had disappeared around the corner did Shisui break the silence, "Heart failure, huh. That sucks."

There was a note of nostalgia in his voice. Itachi glanced at his cousin but he was still observing Gaara's fading back. Even after all these years, Itachi could still remember how he had felt while watching Shisui struggle with his own health. He would never wish the experience upon anyone.

Shisui said nothing more before he left to begin his morning rounds. Itachi was about to do the same when Kakashi stopped him. "Uchiha," he said, his voice so low Itachi had to strain to hear him. "Watch yourself around Gaara."

Then the trauma surgeon shot him a meaningful look before he turned and disappeared down the hall.

Those parting words passed through Itachi's mind again later that afternoon when he ran into Sakura. She stood at the nurses' station, her head in her hand as she filled out a patient chart. Itachi peered into the hospital room at her back, eyeing the lone figure inside.

"How is Kankuro doing?" Itachi asked, stopping beside her.

Sakura picked her head up to look at Itachi before she followed his gaze to the hospital room. "He had a rough night but he's holding steady for now." Then she turned back to him, her expression confused. "How do you know him?"

"I met his brother this morning, Doctor Sunano Gaara."

"You spoke with Gaara?" Her tone sharpening minutely, drawing Itachi's interest.

"I did. He seems like a highly intelligent surgeon," he told her, watching her a little closer than before.

However, Sakura merely made a noise of agreement before she returned to her chart. "He is."

"You know him?"

Her pen stilled again. "Yeah, I do," she said after a moment. Her eyes drifted back to the hospital room where Kankuro was resting. His heart rate stable. For now. "His brother was a patient of mine for a number of years until...well until Gaara left."

That information surprised Itachi. "Gaara used to work here?"

Sakura nodded. "He left a few years ago. I had heard he'd been offered a position at the capital."

"It must have been hard for the hospital to see him go," he said sympathetically. He didn't doubt the board had taken a bit of a financial hit by having such a distinguished surgeon leave.

To his surprise, Sakura just shrugged before she returned to her chart. "It was. But Hyuuga has a reputation for good reason."

Itachi nodded his agreement but didn't comment further. He got the feeling Sakura wasn't really keen on continuing their discussion. He got the impression Gaara's decision to move to another hospital had left her a bit sour.

Itachi pondered this line of thought a moment more before he moved the conversation elsewhere. "Are you staying late tonight?" he asked.

"I'm not sure yet," Sakura said with a frown. "I still have some things to do and I need to follow up on UNOS."

"You know calling them won't make a heart come any faster."

"Yeah," she said quietly. She was still staring down at her chart but her pen remained still. "I just want to help Kankuro. He's waited so long already..."

Itachi brushed a stray hair over her shoulder in a gesture of comfort before he smiled. "I know," he said softly. Then he withdrew his touch. "Call me later?"

Sakura nodded before he walked away. She watched him disappear around the corner, feeling just a little better. Somehow, Itachi seemed to have that effect on her. Comforting her with just a few short words or a single gesture.

But the moment didn't last long as Gaara stepped around the corner. A rock dropped into the pit of her stomach and her smiled vanished. She eyed the Neurosurgeon, tracking his every move as he stopped in front of his brother's hospital room. He paused there briefly, observing Kankuro's vitals through the glass before he finally turned to face her.

"Any change?" he asked.

Sakura shook her head stiffly. "No. I'm still researching other possibilities in the meantime though."

"What about an LVAD?" Gaara offered. "Is he a candidate?"

"I don't know yet," she told him.

She had considered the option last night herself. Implanting a mechanical pump into Kankuro's heart would certainly give the organ a chance to rest. If he regained enough of his strength would allow him to leave the hospital until a heart became available. But there were more tests to be run and factors to consider.

"I'm still considering that option but I can't give you a definite until the rest of his tests come back," Sakura said.

Gaara nodded but didn't speak. He seemed lost in his own thoughts as he studied Kankuro again.

Sakura was content just to let their conversation end there. She flipped her chart closed and set it on the rack with the others before she made to leave. Only before she could make her escape, Gaara turned back to her.

"Sakura," he said so softly his voice was barely a whisper.

She had half a mind to ignore him, pretend she hadn't heard her name. But they were alone, the rest of the nurses seeing to other patients on the floor. Glancing over her shoulder, Sakura looked at Gaara expectantly, hating the way he looked so open and vulnerable in that moment.

"I know we have our history but please do not take it our on Kankuro," he said quietly. "He needs your help."

Her stomach twisted into painful knots and she glanced into Kankuro's hospital room, no longer able to meet Gaara's gaze. That piercing, unwavering stare. When Sakura spoke, her voice was low but strong, not giving away any of the emotions that were churning inside of her. "I would never place my personal business over the life of a patient."

Gaara was smiling when Sakura looked at him again. So familiar and yet so painful. Like an old injury that ached on cold days.

Sakura left as quickly as she could after that. The inside of the hospital walls were suffocating, trapping her and pushing down like hands under water. She fled the building. Following the winding staircase in the back corner of the hospital, down and down until it led to the emergency door on the bottom floor.

The cool air outside was a welcome breath into Sakura's lungs. She collapsed back against the wall and stared down at her hands. They shook with nerves and she wrung them together as if trying to squeeze out their waver, like water in a towel.

Would she ever not feel like this around that man again? Just the mere thought of facing him again, of having to pretend that they were fine made her sick to her stomach. She dropped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes.

Just breathe, Kakashi had told her.

"Rough day?"

Snapping her eyes opened, Sakura looked at Tsunade. The Chief was leaning against the wall on the other side of the door, a cigarette in hand. She exhaled a puff of grey smoke before she peered at Sakura out of the corner of her eyes.

There was no judgment in question. Or even really any curiosity. If Sakura didn't answer, she wouldn't press. And if she did, then Tsunade would listen.

"Yeah," Sakura eventually said. Then she studied her adopted mother's profile. Wondered if she wasn't the only one looking for an escape. "You?"

Tsunade inhaled another breath of nicotine before she flicked the ash from her cigarette and exhaled slowly. "Yeah."

They lapsed into silence. Sakura leaned her head back against the side of the building again. The time watching the way the grey clouds passed overhead. She wondered absently if it might rain again that night. But it wasn't long before her mind circled back to how she had come to be out here.

A glance at her watch told her she had surgery soon. She couldn't hide forever. She had to go back into that suffocating building and do the job she was here to do. But she couldn't yet find the strength.

"Gaara is here," Sakura said. Her voice was soft but it shattered the quiet that had settled between them.

"I know," Tsunade said just as lightly.

But there was more in her tone than just acknowledgement. There was understanding and compassion. Two things that her adopted mother didn't show often. Tsunade met Sakura's gaze when she glanced over at her. It suddenly occurred to Sakura that there was a reason Gaara had been denied privileges within the hospital. And it wasn't for professional reasons.

Sakura couldn't help but crack a faint smile.

Tsunade said nothing. Only faced forward again as she sucked down another tainted breath. They stood in silence again until the older woman spoke, "Shizune left again."

Surprised, Sakura turned towards her adopted mother but she was no longer looking at her. She was studying the smoldering end of her cigarette with muted fascination. Sakura frowned.

Shizune and Tsunade had been best friends once. The dark-haired woman had been around a lot in Sakura's youth. Until one day she stopped coming over. Sakura still didn't know what had happened to put such an abrupt end to such a strong friendship - and she doubted she ever would. Tsunade was an incredibly private person, even to Sakura. But growing up, Sakura had seen the toll the distance had put on her adopted mother. Whatever had happened, Sakura had hoped it was something that could be fixed.

"Is she coming back?" Sakura asked gently.

Silence. Then a quiet murmur, "I hope so."

Sakura went back to watched the clouds. Made imaginary images out of them until she resigned herself to heading back inside. She reached for the door handle but didn't quite open it as Tsunade dropped the remainder of her cigarette and scratched it under her heel.

"Coming back inside?"

Tsunade pulled another stick from the package in her pocket. "Soon."

Without judgment, Sakura slipped inside and climbed the stairs slowly, her hands deep in the pockets of her scrubs to warm her chilled fingers.

It was the third morning in a row Itachi arrived to the hospital parking lot to find Sakura's car there. He frowned at the vehicle, noting the dry spot under her car where the rain from the previous night had been unable to reach. She hadn't gone home. Again. But what he didn't know was why.

It was this question that rolled through Itachi's head as he entered the hospital. He changed quickly and headed down to the Cardio Ward only to find Sakura wasn't there. Nor was she in surgery, according to the surgical board.

His curiosity grew until he crossed paths with Hyuuga Hanabi. The young resident had been on Sakura's service the day before and after a brief conversation he learned they had spent a better part of their night in Patient Records.

And that is where he found her. Head resting on her crossed arms over the desk and wholly asleep.

Itachi approached her soundlessly. He set the mocha he had picked up from the nearby coffee cart on the desk in front of her before he rested a gentle hand on her back and called her name, "Sakura, wake up."

She jerked awake, her entire form tensing as she bolted upright. When she saw it was just him, she breathed a heavy sigh, her body going lax as if sleep was once again creeping into the edges of her mind.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," Itachi said, pushing the coffee towards her.

Sakura accepted it with a genuine smile of thanks before she swallowed a much needed sip. Wordlessly he slipped into the chair beside her, his eyes lingering of the case files she had fallen asleep over. They looked like experimental treatments for patients awaiting a new heart. Is this why she had been working so many late nights?

"What are you doing here?" Sakura asked. She briefly lowered the coffee cup to ask her question before taking another sip.

"It's almost time for rounds."

Her eyes widened. "It's that late already? Shit."

In the next instant, Sakura began tossing patient charts closed as she hastily gathered her own paperwork and notes into a messy pile she could carry with one arm.

Itachi merely watched her. "Sakura, are you going to tell me what is going on?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"You haven't been home in three nights."

Sakura paused then to look at him, as if surprised he knew that. "I know," she said. She returned to cleaning up the workspace, this time at a slower pace. "I'm just so busy with my patients lately."

"Busy doing what?"

"Running labs and scheduling exams."

"That's what interns and residents are for," Itachi told her.

"Yeah, it's just…"

A frown marred her face as she trailed off quietly, unable to meet his gaze. The look only confirmed what Itachi had been suspecting. There was something she was hiding from him. Something she either didn't want to talk about, or didn't know how to tell him. His concern increased ten fold.

"Just what, Sakura?" Itachi asked as carefully as he could. He sat forward in his chair and grasped her wrist in the hopes that she would look at him. She didn't. "What aren't you telling me? Let me help you. I want to help you."

Sakura exhaled slowly. But it was heavy like a million burdens rested upon her shoulders. "I just...I can't go home right now," she said eventually.

The implication of those words deeply troubled him. Why couldn't she? Was there something here stopping her from leaving or was she afraid to go home?

Itachi opened his mouth but before he could ask, Hanabi appeared. She nearly sprinted around the corner, slightly breathless. Like whatever she had to say was of high importance. Both heart surgeons glanced at her and Sakura subtly pulled her wrist out of Itachi's grasp. In the presence of another, he released her without complaint.

"Sorry to interrupt, Dr. Haruno, Dr. Uchiha," Hanani said respectfully before she looked at Sakura directly. "UNOS just called. They have a heart."

Sakura stared at a loss for words. Then she jumped into hyperdrive. "Tell them we want it. Then go inform the harvest team and get the consent forms signed. I'm right behind you."

"Yes, doctor," Hanabi nodded. In the next second, she was out the door and gone again.

Sakura returned to collecting her thing, her movements faster than before. "I'm sorry, I have to go. I promise I'll talk to you later."

Itachi nodded. "Of course."

He simply watched her. Still in his chair as she piled her documents into one arm and grabbed her coffee cup with the other hand. Once she had everything, she turned to leave. Only to hesitate. Sakura turned back to him slowly. Her lips pursed as she seemed to consider something. Then her expression softened. "Thank you, Itachi."

Itachi smiled faintly in response before she left. Even after the door had closed, he continued to sit a little while longer. A disturbed feeling had settled deep in his gut. If there was one thing he had come to know about Sakura, it was that she was very good at hiding her feelings.

For there was definitely something going. And she was not alright.

to be continued…

#itasaku #itachi #sakura #where it happened #part 16 #saria writes #grey's anatomy au #medical au

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yoolee · 7 years

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Belong | SLBP {Sasuke}

A/N - purely self indulgent fix-it fic, reincarnation style, because I can’t write angst without fixing it later. Thanks to @alva-radio who gave the prompt of Sasuke accidentally calling Saizo Dad. This isn’t quite that, but it’s in there.

Dad. Sasuke tries it out in his head first. He even lets the sound roll on his tongue, for a moment, just to see how it feels, but he presses his lips down before it can form into sound. He’d done it before. When he was younger, when he was little, sometimes it just...slipped out. He didn’t mean for it to, but it did. Wish, accident, habit. No matter why, Sensei’s expression never changed. He’d give the same bland, neutral gaze, and continue on his way. Hardly even a blink. Not that it mattered now, but Sasuke had always wondered about that. It was silly to expect a reaction - Saizo rarely reacted to anything - but, maybe a part of him wanted one. He couldn’t help but analyze. Sensei had taught him to do that; to analyze, to pick apart, explore possibilities so you could nudge them into the direction you wanted them to go. Did he not react because it wasn’t a big deal? Because it didn’t matter? Or because...Sasuke lets out a shaky breath he's surprised to realize he’d been holding. Maybe because it was as natural for him, too, so he didn’t note it.

Sasuke blinks, rubs his eyes, and takes another look.

It’s still there.

His name, in tidy characters, neatly aligned, is listed right there on Kirigakure Saizo’s family register. Officially. Indisputably. The first child, a valid adoption. There’s a stamp that proves it. Official. Real. Maybe it’s always been there and he just didn’t know, but he knows now and it’s there.

His breath sucks in again, then out, and his throat hurts and his eyes sting.

“SASUUUUUKE!”

He has about thirty seconds to fold the paper, shove it back in the envelope and shove the envelope in his pocket before his arms are full of happy five year-old. Obligingly, he scoops her up, swinging her high into the air, and she giggles in delight. He tosses her, and catches the next instant, and she flings her arms around his neck with complete trust. “Hi, Momo.” He murmurs, “Where are your parents?” Official, he thinks.

“Papa’s with Uncle Saizo, Mamma’s making Grandpa Shingen carry up the food.” Momo wiggles and Sasuke sets her down, only to have her hand folded into his, tugging eagerly towards the kitchen. “He’s gonna take us for ice cream.”

Grandpa, Sasuke thinks with a snort. “Why isn’t he uncle Shingen?”

“‘Cause he’s old.”

“Ouch,” Sasuke winces in sympathy, but it’s pretty funny, even if loyalty demands he defend the man’s youth. “He’s not that old!”

Momo is undeterred. “I already have uncles.” She counts Saizo, he knows, even though he isn’t, officially.

“You can have more than two uncles.” He thinks he sounds reasonable, but she shakes her head, blue eyes bright and unconvinced.

“Nu-uh." And with the whimsy of children, the subject changes lightning-fast, “I brought cheese for Momofuku!”

“Yeah-huh. And,” he hates to correct her, so he tries to do it with a smile, tweaking her nose, “Momofuku only eats meat.”

“I know that.” Her words are chirping, brightened with pure smile. “The cheese is for the mice! They’ll come out to eat it and Momofuku can eat them!”

Sasuke freezes, and feels his skin prickle, slightly. “Are you...uh, sure you’re Yukimura’s daughter?” He murmurs to no one in particular, and wonders if maybe the Sanada slyness skips - whatever Sanada genes gave her uncle Noboyuki his curious smile have clearly slipped into his niece’s world perspective too.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yukimura, in the doorway, sounds genuinely bewildered, and Momo squeals. “Papaaaa!”

“She’s her mother’s daughter,” That’s Saizo, Dad, and Sasuke jumps, and finds he can’t quite look at him, so he looks to the woman in question at his side who is smiling in the slightly troubled, desperately fond way of indulgent mothers. “She feeds things.”

Momo’s mother laughs, the same bright, sweet sound, as her little girl, and Momo releases Sasuke’s hand to bound over to her. She takes the little girl’s hand, and Sasuke’s chest gave an odd twinge at the sight of them.

His family, or most of it, crammed into a too-small kitchen that neither he nor Sensei make much use of, but keep stocked for when the others came over. The last member joins them, and Sasuke can’t help but quip “‘Sup, Grandpa Shingen.”

Red eyebrows fly into a hairline that is without, Sasuke can’t help but notice, so much as even a single strand of gray. “What’s that, then?”

“Momo’s idea. She says she can’t have more than two uncles and you’re old.” Sasuke does his best to keep his voice the neutral, level tone he learned, and grins when Yukimura splutters and Momo’s mother flushes pink.

Saizo smiles.

Shingen laughs, low and liquid, and the sound of it flows to and fills the corners of the kitchen, and echos in Sasuke’s chest. “Only two, huh?” He lowers to Momo’s level, gaze mischievous, “Then what’s Masamune to you, hmm?”

Momo doesn’t hesitate, releasing her mom’s hand to lift her hands instead to Shingen, who obligingly picks her up and addresses her solemnly at eye-level. Serenely, she answers, “My future husband.”

Shingen blinks once, then roars with laughter. Yukimura chokes, Saizo sighs, and Momo’s mother claps a hand over her lips to stifle the shocked laughter that bubbles through them nonetheless. Sasuke, for his part, leans against the counter, feeling weird and floaty and happy.

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t really matter. It’s nice, but, whether it was official or not doesn’t matter.

It just matters that they’re all here. He feels the smile on his lips, stupid and fond, and sees his Sensei watching. Saizo rolls off of the wall he was leaning against and begins getting plates out to set the table. As he passes, his silent hand brushes through Sasuke’s hair in absent affection and Sasuke’s eyes sting again. Dad. Sensei. Saizo. Uncle, cousin, grandpa. It doesn’t matter if it’s official.

He already knows he belongs.

More of lee’s rambles.

#slbp #slbp modern au #slbp sasuke #slbp saizo #sasuke #saizo #shingen #yukimura #so...what I know about koseki is just from google #biggest barrier here is that I think everyone has to have the same family name #so technically that would mean sasuke would be kirigakure sasuke #idk #this is fanfic #things are fluid

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kishimoto-did-us-dirty · 5 years

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Naruto Arts School AU

Character

- major

description

Naruto

-Drums

Sasuke

-Guitar (lead)

Sakura

- Dance

Hinata

- Creative Writing

Kiba

- Drums OR Photography

Drums for obvious reasons (loud and obnoxious), although ruff boi looks good with a camera, too. Great at landscapes and street photography.

Shino

- Creative Writing OR Photography

Ino

- Dance

Shikamaru

- Guitar (bass) OR Creative Writing OR Architecture

Smart boy’s a tricky one. He would either be a bassist, a mystery and historical fiction writer, or, of his school offers it, be great at architecture. Idrk.

Choji

- ermmmmm….. maybe graphic design? Tech theatre (props)? Vocal???

Tenten

- Dance

Lee

- DANCE (hip-hop, too)

It’s sweat. It’s burn. It’s energy. It’s Lee.

Neji

- Violin

First chair violinist in his freshman year for the school’s philharmonic orchestra. He be extra like that.

Gaara

- Guitar (bass)

Kankuro

-Art

Specifically sculpting. For obvious reasons.

Temari

- Acting

Itachi

-Piano

Shisui

- FILM / VIDEO PRODUCTION

Sasori, Deidara, and Sai

Guess.

Kakashi

- Saxophone

It’s the only thing that suits him and it suits him so well. Has suave.

Obito (omfg his arms y'all)

- Not to say drums or anything, but…. drums.

Hashirama

- Vocal

OkaYYYYYY. VOCAL GOD. CAN DO RIFFS AND RUNS AND HAS PERFECT PITCH. ALSO THE SWEETEST GUY??? WAS A CHAMBER SINGER AS A FRESHMAN. EVERYONE LOVES HIM, GOOD BOY ENERGY.

Likes to belt.

Madara

- Piano

Total prodigy, but hates classical music. Once was accompanist to Hashirama for a solo vocal performance and hasn’t been left alone since.

Tobirama

- Viola or Cello

Izuna

- Piano

Also a piano god. The uchihas breed them. Hates being accompanist for Tobirama. They’re secretly best friends though, don’t tell anyone.

Karin

- Tech Theatre.

Idk why. Probably started out with props and made her way up to TD (technical director) in senior year.

Suigetsu

- Tech Theatre

Fucking hates theatre kids (I feel that (I used to be one so don’t come at me)). Assistant TD. Karin hates him.

Jugo

- Visual Art

Paints landscapes and nature. Really good with oils and gouache respectively.

Yamato

- lmao Trumpet.

Met Kakashi since they both play brass, but boy he ain’t got that suave. That’s why he plays trumpet. Lmao he plays the fucking trumpet anjdwcnojdnn.

Rin

- Vocal

Sweetest voice and could also play the acoustic guitar when she sang. Died in a car accident junior year. Kakashi was at the wheel when they got hit by a drunk driver. Obito saw the whole thing.

Kurenai

- Visual Art

Can create dream like paintings that almost seem like illusions.

Asuma

- Cello / guitar

Used to play cello because of his parents, but loves to play guitar. Can sing but his voice is raspy from smoking.

Gai

Who the fuck do you think teaches dance?

Jiraiya

- Guitar (lead)

Tsunade

-Dance

Legendary dancer. Probably toured with a few famous people. Now teachers. Mentored Sakura, and mentored Ino but for a shorter time.

Orochimaru

- Idk, didgeridoo, or some shit

Definitely a wood wind. Flute maybe??? Teaches now but no one knows what he does. Pedophile. Has a thing for Sasuke.

And that’s that!! Feel free to send in more requests!! Tell me what you think~

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fiction-queen-blog · 7 years

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TheAmazingUchihaBruhs: Maddy’s assitant

A/N: Tumblr app won’t allow me to post my stories, so I gotta do it this way. @theamazinguchihabruhs

read: “Getting A Job” Characters: Sasuke, Madara

Previously in theAmazingUchihabruhs:

I kicked my shoes out when I got home before walking inside the living room.

“Hey y’all, I quit my job, wasn’t worth it, got boring, so about that internship?”

“YES?!” Both Itachi and Shisui suddenly stood in front of me.

“Told you he would quit!” Itachi said.

“Fuck yea, good thing you aren’t determined at all!” Shisui added.

Well…that was mean...I should have known they would react like that. Now I could say I take the internship at the hospital, I would hurt Shisui that way. But I could take the internship at the lawfirm and hurt Itachi that way...if there was only a way to hurt them both.

“So who are you going to choose?” Itachi asked.

“Y’know what, why don’t you two fight to the death and I will go with whoever wins “ I said, walking pass them to the kitchen to get something to drink. In my surprise Madara was already sitting at the bar table drinking some whisky

“Why are they arguing?” Madara asked.

“Hmm...internship” I said, sitting next to him. He poured me a glass.

“You quit?”

“Yes”

“Odd” He said, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

“How so?” I asked.

“Because last time I went past the diner to get some coffee and to obviously annoy you, they said you quit...about a month ago” He laughed before shaking his head, “It is just so funny because...around that time this maid cafe got very popular because of a new waiter that apparently quit today, according to my sources”

“Ha...what a coincidence” I chucked down the whiskey before grabbing the bottle and pouring myself some more. “They are still going at it...” I tried to change the topic.

“Oh, you know what? They said you couldn’t get an internship at my firm, but what if I offer you a temporary job? As my assistant?”

“...really? How much does it pay?” I heard something break in the background and I swear...I did not want to turn my head to see if I was right.

“I don’t think you are in a position to bargain” Madara said, shaking his head.

“I take it” I said, raising my glass. “Cheers”

“Cheers” Madara said.

“Should we tell them I already took your offer?” I asked.

“Lesson 1 in business school, when you see your two rivals fight each other...just enjoy the show and stab the winner to the death just to see the pain in their eyes”

“That…cannot be really what they taught you in business school” I commented.

“Nope, I was sleeping and fucking around all through university...no idea how I got here, but alcohol works” He said.

Maddy’s Assistant Part 1

“Alright, get ready”

Madara kicked in the door of my room. I yelped getting up and throwing the first thing that came in my hand towards the door….

Which was the pencil case on my desk...

He ducked, causing it to hit Itachi right in the head when he was just passing by.

“Ey!” He seemed pissed, rubbing his cheek. I put my glasses on and gave him an apologetic look.

“Sorry, nissan” I said before looking at the time. It wasn’t even eight o’clock. “You said we would leave at nine? He confused me.

“Nonsense!” He said. “Business people start early in the day!”

“Why? So you can hit the bars later?” I scratched my head.

“That is the spirit!” He said, “Hurry up or you will have to take the bus to your first day. Spoiler alert, your boss is not in a good mood today”

“But..You seem pretty happy…”

He gave me this creepy smile while closing the door.

“This...Was probably a mistake” I sighed.

I got ready as fast as I could before rushing downstairs. However, my effort of getting ready was in vain. I couldn’t find Madara anywhere.

“Hey, have you seen Maddy?” I asked Shisui who was sipping some coffee on the dining table.

“He left about 40 minutes ago”

“WHAT?!” I threw my hands in the air.

I couldn’t believe this guy.

“Such a pity….I am about to leave for the office now. I might get a muffin on the way” Shisui stood up, grabbing his keys and bag.

“Wait, can’t you give me a ride? The office is on the way-”

Aaanndd~ he shut the door behind him. I couldn’t believe he just left me hanging...That asshole.

I grabbed my bag and headed to the bus stop. Where I just missed the bus and had to waste ten entire minutes for the next one.

Eventually, I ran inside the building, ignoring the receptionist before wanting to take the elevator, but I saw a “defect” sign on it, so i took the stairs all the way to the Maddy’s office.

I was panting and sweating when I opened the door and saw Madara looking at his watch while standing right in front of me.

“You are late” He looked moody.

He was happy when we were home?!

“You left. Shisui didn’t want to give me a ride. I missed the bus, the elevator didn’t work!”

“Bullshit, the elevator works” He said. I looked at a woman passing by the elevator and grabbing the “defect” sign.

“Motherfucker” I hissed.

“And what are you wearing? Don’t you know we have a dress-code here?” He put his hands on his hip and damn did he look pissed off.

“Dress..Code?”

“Yes, where is your suite? You think you can just walk around with some cheap jeans and a shirt?”

“You bought me these jeans” I said giving him a “wtf” look.

“Terrible taste. Couldn’t have been me” He said.

“Hey? Why doesn’t he have to wear a suite?” Some random guy asked when walking by.

“See what you started?!” He hissed, heading towards his office. He watches too.much Family Guy.

I followed him and he pointed at the desk right across the door.

“This is your work space” He said, pointing at it without looking at me. You answer calls, you keep up my schedule, fetch me things I want, fax papers-”

Should I be writing this down? I had no idea?

“Now go get started” He said before disappearing in his office. I looked at the desk before I sat down on the chair. I turned the computer on.

Nope...I had no idea how to do this job. Where was that calendar?

The phone suddenly rang and I grabbed my heart.

Did I have to answer that? I certainly didn’t want to. I swallowed and grabbed the phone.

“Mr. Uchiha’s office, this is his assistant speaking” I said.

“Good morning, this is Aeki’s tables and chairs. Where would you want me to put the order of five new conference tables?”

“....New conference tables...Uhmm..Please hold..” I said, putting the phone down. I opened Maddy’s office.

“No,we knock!”

I close the door when a chair was thrown across the room. Was he messing with me?! That could have hurt me! No wonder he got sued twice!

I knocked before sticking my head out of the door. This time there wasn’t a chair thrown at me.

“Somebody called about new tables. Where do you want to have them?”

“In the warehouse, obviously!” He snapped, “come on, you gotta use your brain! Even that little bit will suffice!” He shouted and I closed the door again. I picked up the phone.

“Warehouse..Is...Fine…” I bit down my lip.

“First time as Mr. Uchiha’s assistant?”

“Y-yes” I said.

“Don’t be sad. He is only nice to his family-”

“I am his little brother” I whined.

“Damn….I am sorry, dude”

“Don’t be...I should be used to it…” I said and hung up before sitting back down. I took a deep breath. I haven’t cried since I was eleven...I am not going to start now. The phone rang again and I picked it up.

“This is Mr.Uc-”

“It is me, you dumbass!” I could hear Maddy yell from the other side of the line. “Bring me some coffee!” He hung up.

“Yes!” I shouted so he could hear me from his office. I walked towards the break room to make some coffee.

I could see everyone give me this pity look...They must know I am the assistant. I sighed as I walked back to Madara’s office. I wanted to open the door, but I had learned from my previous mistake. I knocked before entering.

“Coffee” I said, putting the mug down on his desk. He frowned and looked at the mug before smacking it off the table.

“I didn’t want employee coffee!”

I started to wonder if this screaming was just his normal volume here.

“Go to the starbucks and get me a pumpkin latte”

“Not that hipster stuff” I sighed, “the starbucks is twenty minutes away from here”

“Better hurry before I get cranky”

“Weren’t you already cranky?” I sighed and walked out of the office.

“Tell the cleaning guy to clean this!” He shouted before I closed the door behind me.

“Yes….” I sighed grabbing my phone to text Shisui.

“So when can I sue somebody for assault”

He had send me a pdf with the assault rules and regulations...Only it was...Fucking long.

“You think I can sue him for throwing a chair at me?” I texted back.

“Shouldn’t have gone to Maddy” He replied.

“My firm defends his company. I can’t be your lawyer”

“Sell out” I replied

I put my phone away and took the elevator down and jogged towards the starbuck.

“One pumpkin latte!” I said out of breath when I reached the counter.

“Uhm...Grande?” The person behind the counter asked

“Grande? it is fucking large!” I shouted, ”yes!”

The woman nodded.

“Make sure you write Fucking Asshole on that fucking disposable mug” I sighed,running my hand through my hair.

“...Sure…” She said. She made the coffee and I was back at running to the company. I took the elevator up and arrived in an empty office.

Where the fuck was he?

I looked around the office until I reached the third floor and saw him.

“Maddy!” I ran towards him until something suddenly hit my face and I fell backwards on the ground. I was expecting the coffee to fall on me anytime, but it didn’t. I looked up, seeing some guy had caught it.

“Are you alright?!” He asked concerned.

“I am fine!”

...I was not fine.

“Your nose is bleeding…” He said, grabbing my arm with his free hand and pulling me up.

“Oh damn” I felt my head spin, “somebody should give the janitors a raise..That glass is spotless” I said, trying not to lose my balance. “I got your coffee!”

“You suck” I could hear Madara said. “Clean your fucking blood off the glass”

“On it” I wanted to take a step forward, but everything was moving and I ended up losing my balance and falling right in this guys hand who...Believe it or not...Dropped the coffee to catch me.

At that point..I was more concerned about the coffee than I was about myself.

There was an awkward silence when everybody was staring at the spilled coffee.

“One job….One fucking job..” Madara shook his head.

“Should we call a doctor?” The guy holding me asked, looking around him for some sort of indication.

“If you leave, you are fired” with those words my brother disappeared around the corner.

“Hey? Boy? Are u with us?”

“....Just wondering who my mother cheated with to create him” I sighed. “I am fine.I just need to walk it off!”

I couldn’t have Shisui and Itachi say “I told you so” .I just had to fake it till I made it!

And I had to make it fast.

#Madara Uchiha #Sasuke uchiha #the amazing uchiha bruhs #this is how updates will go from now on probably #becasue tumblr app sucks and I don't know the email that I used for aub and now I am banned from my own blog #well so I made a new one #seems like u guys like this new one #even though I post so little you still follow me ^^#thank you all for the support #AUB ADMIN WILL DIE IN THIS FANDOM!

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Day 5: Kleptomaniac

Part II of high school AU continuing on from Day 4. Not much on actual kleptomania but it’ll crop up again tomorrow for Library.

“I heard you had an interesting day at the office the other day, Hinata.”

Hinata bit back a groan and sank lower onto her desk. Ino leaned towards her, blond hair falling over her shoulder and pooling at her lap. Her smirk apparent from the song on her voice, though Hinata didn’t dare turn her way in fear of giving away her embarrassment by the blush that was surely sprouting across her face.

She had done her best at avoiding the topic of last weeks’ career day. She had turned her report in quietly and averted her eyes when Iruka had asked for volunteers to share their experiences.

Neji had delivered a gentle scoldings all the way to her father’s office where he’d let the older man take over. Hiashia Hyuuga had never been one for many words. Conversations with her father had always been short and to the point. This conversation was just the same as the others.

“I expect better from you in front of our clients, Hinata.”

The simple reprimand had almost been enough to break her completely, though she failed at keeping her tears at bay, she had been stifling her sobs and sniffling. She would have sobbed freely then if she weren’t so determined to avoid a second lecture on keeping her emotions in control. She knew with her tears alone she was walking a thin line on receiving that. She had merely nodded numbly and done her best at maintaining what was left of her composure until she was able to escape to her room.

She had thought Sasuke wasn’t the type to gossip and had been fairly certain she’d be free of the topic coming up again until Ino had brought it up.

“I didn’t think it was worth mentioning,” she grumbled into her notebook, doodling a flower in the margin.

“Don’t be like that Hinata! Spending the whole day with the school’s hottest boy-“ Ino stopped short and a strangled noise escaped her mouth. Hinata scrunched her face, wrinkling her nose as she glanced up at the door already knowing who she’d see.

Naruto came through the threshold with Sasuke at his shoulder. They appeared to be in a heated discussion, not an uncommon sight, especially with Sakura bringing up the rear mid eye roll. The two had been thick as thieves since middle school and Hinata stomped down the wave of jealously that threatened to boil over as they made their way to the desks in front of her and Ino. Naruto took his usual place right in front of Hinata, swiveling around as soon as his butt touched the seat to lean an elbow on her desk.

Even after she’d made a fool of herself last May he still made it a point to be friendly to her.

“Hey, Hinata, why didn’t either of you tell us you’d be doing career day together with Sasuke? I would’ve wanted to go too!” Sasuke heaved a sigh but didn’t bother turning around from his place in front of Sakura. He leaned his elbow on his desk and perched his head on his palm.

“I already told you, stupid, we didn’t plan it.”

Sakura rolled her eyes again and jabbed her pen into Sasuke’s shoulder. “Okay, we got that,” she pointed her pen at Naruto as he was about to interrupt, effectively stopping him before he could speak. “What I’m getting it is why didn’t either of you bring it up after? It’s been over a week.” She raised her eyebrows expectantly at the pair, turning her head back and forth, alternating her look between Hinata and the back of Sasuke’s head. Hinata slid herself further down her desk, continuing her idle doodling.

When they both didn’t respond, Sakura hummed thoughtfully. She shifted her body around to sit correctly when Shizune started calling the class to attention. Ino shifted as well, snickering into her hand as she went. “The way you two are acting,” she said in a stage whisper, “it’s almost like you’re hiding something. What’d you guys do? Make out in the break room?”

There was a resonating snap as Sasuke broke the pencil in his hand and Hinata flailed in her seat. She felt like her face was on fire as she rounded on Ino.

“Ino, please!”

“It’s none of your business.”

The room had gone silent.

Sasuke had jumped up from his seat and was glaring at Ino, broken pencil still gripped in his fist. Hinata pressed her lips together.

“Are you three done? Is it okay for me to start the class? Or should I ask the head master their opinion?”

The group muttered an apology and settled in for class. Hinata didn’t miss the knowing look Sakura shot over her shoulder at Ino before dutifully flipping through her notes.

What the two girls thought they knew, Hinata couldn’t say.

When people had first started asking her how her day with Sasuke had been she was quick to think he must have shared this information freely and it started going around. She should have figured that wouldn’t have actually been the case. Sasuke hardly exchanged words with anyone aside from Naruto and Sakura. The three of them had a rare connection and were very tight knit so if he’d shared anything with them it would’ve stayed in their group. Based off of Sakura’s statement, it did seem as though they hadn’t learned about their adventure through him and he’d kept it to himself.

So… How did everyone find out?

And why hadn’t he told his two closest friends? If nothing else it made for an interesting story…

Hinata knew why she had kept the secret. She hated getting into trouble and the less she had to relive that moment in her life the better. Not only that, but she had also said some nasty things to Sasuke and she’d spent a lot of time in the last week dissecting their interactions and coming up with better ways to handle the situation.

“So it’s that time again.” The class’s collective groan drew Hinata from her thoughts. She lifted her face from where she had cradled it on her arm.

Shizune stood at the front of the class with two boxes in her hands that appeared to be filled with slips of paper. She grinned as she shook the boxes, paper rattling in the quiet of the class. “It’s midterm project time. I’m tired of logical partnerships.” The class perked up at that, hopeful that she’d allow them the freedom of choosing their own partners. Shizune’s grin turned wicked. “So I’ve decided to make it interesting. In my left hand is a box of everyone’s names. I’ll pick the first name and that person will draw for their partner. Then you’ll pull from the box in my right hand, which has project topics.”

She stepped up to the first row and placed the topic box on Kiba’s desk. She gave the name box a good shake before reaching in and digging out the first name. Her face lit up as she read the name aloud.

“Well, well, well Uchiha, looks like it’s your lucky day. You get first pick of partners and topics.”

Hinata watched as Sasuke’s shoulders rose and fell in an inaudible sigh. Shizune come over and presented him with the name box, shaking it as she went. He kept his chin perched on the palm of his hand and used his free hand to reach for a name.

Hinata felt the whole class hold their breath. Sasuke was known for being grouchy on most days and aloof on better ones. He was hard to work with in group projects unless Naruto and Sakura were around to keep him in check (this she knew only from second hand accounts).

“Hyuuga,” Hinata cringed at the gruff way Sasuke spoke her name.

“Excellent! A true power couple.” Shizune’s grin never faltered despite Sasuke’s impassive face and Hinata’s lack of reaction. “In the name of fairness and equality, care to draw the topic, Hinata?” Hinata took a shaky breath before nodding and standing from her seat. She pulled a paper from the box.

“Kleptomania,” she read out loud, voice tentative as she wasn’t sure if this was what she should have done. She shuffled back into her seat and covered her face with her hands.

‘It would just be my luck’

The room busied themselves, desks scraping against the tiled floor as everyone rearranged themselves to sit with their partners to brainstorm ideas.

Hinata had made it a point of keeping herself as far as she could from Sasuke despite the proximity of their desks. She had kept her gaze on the outline and grading rubric Shizune had passed out and Sasuke felt his palms begin to sweat at his discomfort.

He still hadn’t been able to get the image of her crying out of his mind. He’d spent most of last week thinking about Hinata. About all the things he knew about her.

And all the things he didn’t.

They’d been going to the same schools and sharing the same classes since they were toddlers. He’d watched her present school projects. Seen her during lunch breaks. Shared general space with her when commuting from class to class. They had even attended some of the same parties.

But to sit down and try to tell someone that he knew Hinata Hyuuga would have made him a bold faced liar.

The fact that he did not know Hinata had never bothered him. He had always been fine with assigning her the role of background character to his life. He had been fine with putting her in the category of stuck up and snobbish and also sort of a suck up if she ever did cross his thoughts.

She had confused him that day.

Career day had been the most he’d ever interacted with her and she had confused him with her responses and quips.

With her tears…

They forced Sasuke to realize that no, he did not know Hinata and yes, this did actually bother him.

What was further confusing was her distance. She’d obviously been put off by him and their impromptu misadventure to the roof as she’d continued on as business as usual when they went back to school on Wednesday. She avoided all eye contact with him and did not volunteer to talk about her day shadowing her cousin, though last year she been one of the first to volunteer.

Judging from the way she was keeping her distance from him he was pretty sure Hinata wanted to be anywhere but sitting next to him at this moment. This thought upset him more than he was willing to admit.

“Did you want to do the presentation or write the paper?” She asked, body shaking slightly from the effort of holding herself as far as she could from him in her seat without falling out of it. She was only just audible above the cacophony of their peers around them.

“No preference.” She hummed and shifted in her seat, hair falling from where she’d previously twisted it on to her shoulder and down her back in shimmering waves. He knew she’d only grown it longer after they’d gone to middle school. That decision probably had to do with the blond whose head was currently bent close to his own partner just behind them, he and Sakura somehow miraculously getting paired up. Why she kept it this way after what had happened last May he couldn’t begin to guess.

“W-would it be okay if we did the paper then?” She was pulling at the sleeves of her hoodie. She fidgeted a lot, he was coming to find. She continued to squirm in her seat, a rosy blush crawling across her features as she chewed on her bottom lip. “Ah, is there… something on my face?”

Sasuke blinked, realizing only then that he’d been staring. Hinata had put her sleeve covered hand up to her mouth and was watching him out of the corner of her eye.

“No. Sorry. I was just thinking.” He took the assignment from in front of her and read over the paper’s requirements. Hinata usually avoided presentations so he wasn’t surprised she’d take that option despite the paper being more work. “The paper is fine.”

A silence settled over them. Uncomfortable as the murmurs of the class continued around them. Hinata toyed with the corner of some notebook paper. He sighed. “Listen, about last week…” Her body visibly stiffened. Her reaction threw him off guard but he continued, voice remaining low to avoid eavesdroppers. “I’m sorry people found out about it. I think one of Iruka’s aids had let it slip since they graded our papers. I know it didn’t seem like you wanted anyone to know we were together.”

Hinata finally turned her face to look at him, blush subsiding slightly. He’d never noticed how pretty her eyes could look, dark lashes contrasting sharply against the paleness not only of her irises but of her skin. He cleared his throat as she continued to watch him.

“It’s not that I don’t want people to know we were there together,” she spoke quietly, voice a gentle caress. She licked her lips. “I just… I really don’t like getting in trouble and I’d really rather forget it happened at all…” She ducked her head, cutting her eyes back to the notes in front of her. “I also said some things that I-I may have regretted… after the fact.”

He felt his brows raise. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but some type of half apology was not one of them. Hinata seemed to be full of surprises.

“Well I wasn’t the nicest.” She snorted, a soft sound that came from the back of her throat.

“It was… a day. I’d just really rather not talk about it.” He hummed and watched as she started flipping through her notes, likely looking for the section where they’d covered impulse control disorders.

“I did want to say, before we move on from it, that I am sorry. I didn’t think you’d get in trouble… like that.” Her face fell slightly, hands stilling before coming down to rest on her lap. Her fingers dug into the rough fabric of her jeans for a second before she spoke.

“I appreciate that… Sasuke. But please…” He grunted, pulling out his own notes so that they could start on their outline and create an action plan.

Both of them were unaware of the curious looks they got from the groups behind them.

#sasuhina #sasuhina month #sasuhina month 2k17 #becksdownwardspiral

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