#i never mentioned i wish she had gotten with ino lol I only liked sasuke till liek almost halfway of shippuden

[lets-talk-nonstop]

WHY SAKURA IS NOT USELESS I STILL CANT BELIEVE WE ARE STILL TALKING ABOUT THIS

let’s talk about the all mighty queen Sakura Haruno. 

it is the year 2019 i sit with my family. we talk of the good ol days. Playing sonic watching Naruto.

“My favorite character is Sakura”! I say l

“But she’s useless?”

She’s useless..and I hear this all the time oh she’s useless all she does is cry. But I think to myself have we read/watched the same thing? People say Sakura only got good in Shippuden, and I use to agree with that to. But it has been years and I of course have rethought that opinion. Sakura has never ever been useless and let’s discuss why.

Let’s start from the beginning a 12 year old girl from a civilian family becoming a ninja. No bloodline limit, no special family moves, no unique ninjitsu,taijutsu or genjustu(of course she gets skills unique to her later on). but a totally average girl with crush. I remember a lot of “Sakura is so annoying” expecting a 12 year girl to act like an adult lmao. of course Sakura has done some things that can be quite questionable mostly due in part to the writing. But she is just an average girl, she is a child. She gets annoyed,she can be obnoxious and immature but it seems like people glance over her compassion and determination.

Let’s go way back even more before the beginning of the show. a young bullied girl who became friends with Ino. To me this friendship was the start of what Sakura always wanted to be, a strong confident girl. And people need to understand that she did not become a ninja for Sasuke in any way her crush came later on. Ino is someone she looks up to. Ino who told her not to hide her forehead and to proudly display even giving her a headband to push back her bangs. Sakura eventually feels like shes in Inos shadow, she wanted to be Ino’s equal. The crushes they both had on Sasuke brings a wedge into their relationship but it wasn't everything. Ultimately their rivalry was to be better than the other, to grow. 

I think Sakura in general was the most emotionally mature pre teen I’ve ever seen, and as the show went on she only got better and better. Her inner voice was something i loved about her, and it showed that she did pay attention to how others viewed her and how that can shape the opinions of others. She still held on to insecurities as any kid would. The only reason she would feel unconfident to state her opinions was because other people would put her down. She wouldn’t do things unless other people did them first. She didn't have a good support system other than Ino and her parents whom were not ninja themselves so were not able to really understand that part of her life. As much as I love kakashi he payed more attention to the boys and thats just that, the team was made to keep a closer eye on Sasuke in general. She did not think much of her self surely other people’s opinions must be better. I think at first she wanted to be a ninja to prove to others and her self that she could be strong. It was more for herself a bit selfish but I found that part her more interesting than any other goals her peers had because most of her classmates had expectations as clan leaders other than Sasuke and Naruto.  But as many arcs happen she realizes how fucked up the ninja world actually is.

On their first mission she does not hesitate in protecting Tazuna even if she knows she can’t handle those two ninja. she’s the first to learn to tree climbing, amazing chakra control. Even that small scene of her giving a child food because who knows when he’ll have his next meal. She empathizes and that’s something that struck me about her bc in the show so far there was a lack of that(other than with Naruto). To me she is the glue and heart to team 7 because let’s face it if she wasn’t there most of it would have fallen apart.

The chunin exams Was the moment she got to truly shine. My girl took that test without a sweat when most people in that room came from ninja families and needed to cheat their way out. Not saying that that’s wrong that was the whole point of the test but she didn’t need to she was just that smart. And she uses the things she learns WELL. she is a genius on the battle field she is a quick thinker and comes up with brilliant plans even if she’s pushed to her end. Lets not forget the part that everyone remembers the most iconic moment where she cuts her own hair. She grew out her hair because she heard a rumor that Sasuke liked girls with long hair, and she cut it. That whole arc Sakura showed so much mental strength with everything going on. Naruto being passed out, Sasuke getting the curse mark, being constantly on edge, surrounded by plenty of dangerous people Attacking teams for fun. But she took charge and took care of her teammates even if she was weaker than anyone else she didn't care. Her fight with Ino one of my favorites from the Exams in general. She makes it clear that this fight wont be about Sasuke which people for some reason seem to forget!!  Ino doesn't expect Sakura to even be a match to her and she fights with Equal fever and manages to break out of Inos mind jutsu. If you call her useless after that then idk what you’re watching at this point. That whole arc was just loving Sakura hours.

Getting towards the end of the first part of Naruto, Sakura realizes that she cannot get by merely with book smarts. Not downplay her already very honed skills. It would be a crime to not mention how she notices things (like the genjustu during the chunin attack) extremely quickly with not a lot of prior experience. The tension is rising for her teammates and Sasuke leaves.  Even after all that Sakura picks her self up and vows to become stronger. She trains under Tsunade. Shippuden is filled with many more gems on Sakuras part. This is already very long so I’ll keep this short to name a few.

-Her fight with Sasori an Akatsuki member.(she was 15)                                        -Taking the poison out of kankuro when no one else could.                                   - Inner Sakura only makes an appearance once in Shippuden which shows she is much more confident in stating her opinions and reacting more freely.              - Feels extremely guilty about Naruto putting his life on the line for her. Tries to confront Sasuke to deal with him herself so Naruto Doesn’t have to. Even if that was the man she has loved her whole life.                                                             -Healed Karin  an enemy                                                                                       -Became one of the leading members of the war ( at this point I definitely believe she had already surpassed Tsunade)                                                          -Noticed that Neji was not actually Neji in like literally under a minute                   - Mass healing                                                                                                         -Physically pumping Narutos heart like holy shit.                                                     - Saving Sasuke with he remaining of her chakra                                                  -Strength of hundred seal                                                                                      - PUNCHED A GOD IN THE FACE                                                                        -RAISED A CHILD ALONE                                                                                      -OPENED A CLINIC FOR CHILDREN’S MENTAL HEALTH AFTER THE WAR, AND GOES TO SUNA TO HELP START THEIR OWN METAL HEALTH CLINIC

ALL BEFORE THE START OF EVEN BORUTO, AND HOW MUCH SHE HAS DONE IN THAT STORY ALREADY.

SAKURA HAS NEVER BEEN USELESS. PEOPLE THINK SO BC SHE CARES.

Ninja aren’t suppose to show emotion but fuck that noise Sakura will always be compassionate, helpful, and dedicated, and you can’t stop her. People call her useless bc she wasn't as flashy as the boys and held onto that nonsense thought since the beginning. If it wasn't for her thousands of people would be dead, Including plenty of main characters like Natuto, Karin, and Hinata to name a few. Give her the credit she deserves and stop calling her useless bc she was 12 and was taught basic ninja skills. 

[pain-somnia]

Helping Hands

Rating: M (for sexual content, it gets limey) Disclaimer Day’s Notes: this was written for “Things That Go Bump In The Night” for the Halloween prompts I made for October. I had it up on Patreon early so that’s why it’s being posted now in November lol.  Just a little warning, this one-shot is a ghost story so there is a major character death that is alluded to. The story is meant to be bittersweet and angsty...don't expect a happy ending. Mentions of InoKarin.

Helping Hands

“I’m home,” Sasuke called out to his empty apartment out of habit. It had been months since he heard a response back. The only sound was the soft buzz of the fish tank’s equipment.

Sighing to himself, he shrugged out of his hoodie and tossed it over the back of the couch. He slumped into the couch and laid back, taking off his glasses and throwing an arm over his eyes. He was beginning to nod off when a delicious aroma invaded his senses. He sniffed the air and sat up when he realized how strong the smell was.

“Tonjiro?” Sasuke lifted the cover of the small pot on his stove. He grabbed a serving spoon and stirred the contents. The soup was still steaming as if freshly made.

Eat up while it’s still hot, a soft voice whispered in his mind. And then take a warm bath.

Sasuke shook his head and dumped a few spoonfuls into a bowl. He ignored the familiar voice in his head and made a note of calling his mother to thank her for the food but to also remind her that she needed to call him if she planned on dropping by his apartment.

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Sasuke woke up the next day in his bed, confused. The last thing he could recall was falling asleep on the couch while watching a DVD. He had been drinking a bit so maybe he was just misremembering the events of the previous night.

He stood in the middle of his living room, dazed and confused. He thought there would be a mess of bottles but the living room was as neat as when he arrived home from work the evening before.

Which was suspicious as well, but he had left it at it being his mother who cleaned up when she stopped by to make pork soup. Sasuke wished she had bought the ingredients herself instead of using the ones in his fridge because now he was going to have to go grocery shopping.

Sasuke unwrapped the plate of onigiri that was in the fridge and munched on it as he checked on the fish in the tank.

He knew he would have to call his mother soon. The past few months had been hard on him and he never really had the energy to prepare anything anymore. Sasuke usually didn’t have an appetite but he could always expect Karin to swing by his work station and offer up part of her lunch. She usually had two bentos because she was always hungry, but lately she made sure it ended up in his hands. It was either that or Jūgo suggesting softly that they meet up with Suigetsu to grab a bite.

The three of them had always been clingy but they had become even more so ever since the accident. It was like they didn’t trust Sasuke to be alone anymore.

Sasuke couldn’t blame them for it. He didn’t trust himself to be alone sometimes.

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He was sleeping on the couch again. He was always sleeping on the couch if he could get away with it.

Sakura clucked her tongue and used her favorite throw to cover him up. Months later and he still kept her favorite blanket on the back of the couch like she always did. She loved curling up on the couch to watch movies but if Sasuke wasn’t there she needed a blanket to keep warm. She used to get cold so easily.

She didn’t feel cold now. She didn’t feel much of anything these days.

Brushing his bangs away from his face, Sakura murmured, “This is bad for your back, Sasuke-kun. You need to go to bed.”

Sasuke sighed in his sleep, shifting so that he was lying on his side instead of on his back. He mumbled a bit and then settled back into sleep.

Sighing in frustration that her suggestion hadn’t worked this time, Sakura tucked the throw around his body as much as she could. The blanket had been meant for her, not her husband, and wasn’t large enough to completely cover him, but if she grabbed the duvet from their bed it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

She hated when he drank but it was always easier to get away with her actions when he was inebriated.

“What am I going to do with you, Sasuke-kun?” Sakura mumbled, fiddling with the chain of the necklace Sasuke wore. She slipped a finger into the smaller band of the rings he wore on the chain.

He was doing a lot better the past few weeks than he had the first two months after the accident. With a soft smile, Sakura’s eyes shifted over his form taking in all the small changes. Slowly, he had been gaining his weight back. Sasuke had refused to touch food the first few weeks after her death. Mikoto, her mother-in-law, had dragged him back to their family home to watch over him.

That was when Sakura first realized she was dead.

She had found herself standing in the apartment in a daze, unsure of why she was there. The last thing she remembered was walking to the train station on her way to visit her parents. She had news for them that she wanted to tell them in person. And then she was back in her apartment.

Sakura had attempted to leave her apartment, but every time she walked out the door she found herself back in her bedroom. She made several attempts to leave but then she would find herself in a different room of the apartment.

Panic had settled in and she had been relieved when the door to their apartment clicked open. But the person she wanted to see hadn’t walked in. Instead, Karin━the friend that had introduced her to her husband━had come in, eyes glassy and mumbling to herself.

Sakura called out to her but Karin simply walked into her and Sasuke’s bedroom and rifled through the drawers, taking out Sasuke’s clothes. She watched her march over to the hall closet and fumble with the travel bags. Karin held up Sakura’s travel bag, a gift from her for Sakura when she had invited her on the trip she first introduced her to Sasuke.

Karin had clutched the bag to her chest and pressed her back to the closet door. She slid to the ground, sobbing into her hand. “What am I going to tell Ino?”

Sakura could only watch as Karin sat there crying softly, pressing her face into the travel bag. She stayed there for a few more minutes before wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand and then continued to pack Sasuke’s clothing, mumbling to herself again.

Sakura had tried to follow her out but found herself back in her kitchen.

It could have been days, maybe weeks, before Sasuke finally came home. She never got hungry or tired. Time was nonexistent, the rising and falling of the sun blurring until she could no longer segment the days into separate periods.

Sasuke had all but fallen into the apartment. Uncharacteristically graceless, he slumped against the door to the apartment to push it open. He toed off his shoes, not bothering to set them straight in the genkan and tossed his travel bag without paying mind to where it fell.

His jaw was covered with stubble and his hair even more disheveled than usual. There was a red rim around the lower part of his eyes that made them look larger than usual.

Calling him a mess was putting it mildly. Sakura had only seen him like that once before when his older brother had been hospitalized with clots in his lungs. He had barely slept, only properly resting when Itachi was discharged.

It hurt to watch him destroy himself the way he did. It was violent in its subtleness the way he woke up stumbling to the bathroom, got ready for work in silence, and then left for hours to go to work only to come home dead on his feet. Sasuke would collapse on the couch without eating, sometimes not even bothering with taking off his work clothes.

Other nights sleep would evade him and he self medicated by drinking on an empty stomach. Sakura had been the lightweight of the two, down for the count first but would wake up without a hangover as if alcohol had never entered her system. Sasuke was the heavyweight but mornings had always been hard for him and only got worse if he had gotten drunk the night before.

“Pleasant dreams,” Sakura murmured against his hairline, brushing her lips against his forehead. “Please?”

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Ino’s face was red from either the blistering cold or the fury she was feeling. Her face was blotchy and her lashes bare in a way that Sakura wasn’t used to seeing her. Ino also wasn’t one to leave the house without her long hair frizz free and pin straight but here she was, hair an untamable wave swaying violently as she stomped across the apartment.

She opened and slammed drawers in search of something. Sakura shook with rage at the disorder she was causing. She wouldn’t have enough time to clean it all up before Sasuke returned home.

“You need to clean that up,” Karin drawled, almost bored. She was busy in the kitchen unpacking groceries.

Out of the two of them Sakura was most grateful for her intrusion. Karin had come over to make sure Sasuke had more food than beer in his fridge while Ino had stormed in in search of—whatever it was Sakura didn’t know. It was the first time she had seen Ino since she passed and it wasn’t what she had been expecting.

“Aha!” Ino exclaimed, pulling out a red hair ribbon of Sakura’s that was hidden away in a memory box in the back of Sasuke’s closet. “I told him I wanted this, but noooo the asshole couldn’t part with one single fucking thing, could he?”

“He’s going to be pissed off about the mess,” Karin scolded her. “And he’s going to notice that that’s missing.”

“Fuck him!” Ino seethed, clutching the ribbon tighter in her grip. “He’s not the only one that loved her. He’s not the only one allowed to mourn.”

“She’s his wife, Ino.” Karin flinched at her own words and crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively. “Was his wife.”

Ino flinched at the correction and held the ribbon to her chest. “Well, she was my best friend and now she’s gone and it’s his fault.”

“You know that’s not true,” Karin snapped.

“He should have been with her!” A sob breaking into Ino’s shout. “He should have called in sick or something and gone with her.” Ino wiped her hands down her face and murmured against her fingers, “Kept her from stepping off of the curb too early.”

Karin moved away from the kitchen and pulled Ino into her arms. Ino buried her face in the crook of her neck and Sakura wanted nothing more than to join them, wrap her arms around them both.

“Why do you keep running errands for him?” Ino mumbled against Karin’s neck.

“Because I would want someone to do this for you if something happened to me.”

Ino let out a watery chuckle and pulled away from Karin just enough to cradle her face in her hands. “Nothing’s allowed to happen to you that will take you from me.”

Sakura headed back to the bedroom, partially to give them privacy they didn’t know they needed—partially to nurse the heartache and jealousy she felt that they could still hold each other while all she could do was watch Sasuke.

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“Call me if you need help packing anything.”

Sasuke tucked the folded clothes back into the drawers they belonged. It was like Karin’s girlfriend wanted him to suffer. Not a single one of his and Sakura’s drawers had been left alone in her destruction.

He had come home after finishing up some overtime just to find Karin and Ino making out in the middle of his living room. At first he was only annoyed but his scowl deepened when he noticed the red fabric wrapped around Ino’s fist.

Karin had offered to stay behind and help him clean up the disaster in his bedroom, but one glance at Ino and Sasuke knew she would stay as well and he didn’t need to discover that any more of Sakura’s things had gone missing after her assistance.

He turned down their help and gathered all of the clothes that had been thrown across the room. It would take a while to get them back to where they belonged; Sakura had always been particular about everything having its place.

In lieu of a real apology Ino had offered to help him pack Sakura’s things for storage. Sasuke had only picked up one of Sakura’s sweaters and folded it. When he continued to clean up, Karin took that as their cue to leave and dragged Ino out of the apartment.

It had been a few months since the accident and Sakura’s stuff remained exactly where she had left them. Mikoto had tried to get him to pack everything when she came to stay with him for a couple of weeks when he returned from their family home. The moment he found the first few boxes lined up in front hall he had called his older cousin to take her back home.

It was getting irritating how everyone kept trying to coddle him and do all of the work for him. Sasuke didn’t need someone bringing food and reminding him that Sakura had been the cook out of the two of them. He didn’t need someone to try and rid of his home of his wife’s belongings━stuff her into boxes and hide her away so he wouldn’t have to see them.

It was a process and he wanted to get through it in his own way, his own pace.

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Her husband was an idiot sometimes.

Sakura shook her head and adjusted the thermostat. When she had been alive she had constantly been cold and had slept with multiple blankets whenever she had no choice but to go to bed on her own. Her preferred way to fall asleep was curled up against Sasuke who was always warm. Her cold limbs intertwined with his was always welcome against his overheated skin.

But that didn’t mean he could sleep with the air conditioner on in the middle of winter. She made sure he was tucked in properly and laid down on what used to be her side of the bed.

It was in these moments she wondered why she was even there. Sasuke couldn’t pull her against him. She couldn’t tuck her head under his chin and feel his warmth. Sakura could move objects and whisper and hope to be heard, but she couldn’t feel. Couldn't feel the bristle of his stubble or the heat that radiated off of him.

The veil between them was ever present. It didn’t matter if she could make sure his laundry was brought in from the clothesline on the veranda or that she could whisper reminders about the utility bills into his thoughts.

She would never be with Sasuke again in all of the ways that mattered.

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He hated his body sometimes.

He wanted to be empty, to feel nothing. No, what Sasuke felt was a throbbing—a betrayal from his lower body.

He hadn’t considered sex or had felt arousal in months. He seemed to only have two modes for weeks. If he wasn’t angry he had been numb to everything. The last time he had sex was the last morning he saw his wife alive.

It was always slower and softer in the morning, limbs still heavy from sleep.

When had he last touched himself? Sasuke had the habit of never doing so when he got into a relationship and the only times he had in the past few years were when he and Sakura wanted to watch each other. Or when he was gone on a trip too long, but even then Sakura was on the other end of the phone.

Sasuke could tug one out quick just to get it over with. He flattened his palm against his lower abdomen and slid his hand under the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

It would be quick and unnecessarily messy and then he could go to sleep afterward.

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She should leave the room, give him some privacy. It wasn’t like he knew he currently had an audience and that fact made her feel criminal.

Sakura bit her lower lip and observed the slight flush of color on his cheeks and the way his mouth fell open, soft pants puffing out in tandem with the pumping of his fist.

Was he thinking of her? He probably shouldn’t. She was sure that would hurt too much.

Her eyebrows furrowed, she could feel the tightness of her face as she watched Sasuke in confusion.

It was kind of sad watching the way he struggled to find release. The harsh, fast pace hardly looked enjoyable.

Sighing to herself she slid back into bed behind him.

“You need to slow down, Anata.”

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You need to slow down, Anata.

Sasuke’s breath hitched as the voice in the back of his mind wheedled it’s way to the forefront. He tried to focus on the steady motion of his hand pounding away. He didn’t want images, didn’t want reminders, but that voice—that familiar fucking voice—wasn’t helping at all.

Not like that, Anata. Too tight and too fast. You have to enjoy this.

“I just need to come,” Sasuke mumbled against his pillow, more to himself than the voice that kept wheedling.

You will come. Sasuke shivered, feeling himself slacken his hold. And it will be good.

The words licked around his ears and if he let himself he could almost feel the warmth of her tongue on the lobe of his ear.

He was just supposed to get the whole thing over with. Just finish so he could go to sleep. He wasn’t supposed to think about anything, especially not about her.

This is fucked up, Sasuke groaned inwardly but his fist slowed to an easy tease as his thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock.

She had loved to go slow, take her time on him. It was always her fault whenever they were late to meet friends. What was that she used to say?

“I don’t want to rush loving you.”

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“That’s better,” Sakura sighed as she pressed herself against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. She covered his hands with her own and guided his movements.

He didn’t know she was there, but that was okay. It wasn’t about her—none of this was ever about her.

Sakura manipulated his thumb until it rolled along the slit and it dribbled precum. She got his fingers nice and wet, coated them until they were slick. She had him grip himself with only the pads of his fingers and dragged his hand down his shaft, tracing the prominent veins.

Each downwards stroke was paired with an exploration of the contours of his body. Sakura’s wrist sped up so Sasuke’s hand followed, matching the faster pace.

Listening closely to his harsh panting, Sakura slowed her movements causing Sasuke’s hand to still.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed as Sakura dragged his thumb across the slit at the head of his cock once again.

“Not yet,” she murmured, a soft smile on her lips.

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Not yet.

Sasuke huffed, blowing his bangs up out of his face. It was sick but effective. What started off as a chore became enjoyable as he teased himself the way Sakura used to. With each passing stroke he could almost hear Sakura instructing him in how to touch himself.

It was when he started imagining that it was her soft, small hand around his cock instead of his own that he put in an end to the slow pace and pounded his fist in a harsh rhythm until he was spilling into his hands.

His wife was dead and he was thinking about her to get off.

“I’m fucked.” Sasuke stared at the mess in his hands and on his sheets. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Come on. Clean up then sleep.

Sasuke rolled onto his back and tucked himself back into his boxer briefs. His limbs felt too heavy to try and move.

Come on. Shower and then a bath. And deal with the sheets. Clean sheets will make it easy to sleep.

A soak would be nice but then he would have to clean the bathtub. Cleaning the sheets would mean that he would have to expend more energy to get the fitted sheet on the mattress.

It used to be a two man job getting the sheet around their king size mattress. When Sakura tried to do it herself she would end up sprawled on the mattress afterward, chest heaving from the exertion. It never made sense why they had a bed so large. They always ended up curled against each other.

Come on. Sheets in the washer and then a shower. They’ll be done when you’re done.

Sasuke jerked his legs around until he was sitting on the edge of his bed. The action felt awkward and forced, his muscles straining with the movement. He ran a hand through his hair and reluctantly stood up. Now that he was standing he might as well clean up.

“This bed is so pointless,” he muttered, stripping the sheets. It made no sense to keep using a bed as big as this one.

Also makes no sense to have a two bedroom apartment anymore, he thought as he dragged his knuckles against the door of what was supposed to be a nursery. They only wanted one spare bedroom. If they wanted more kids in the future they would find a single family home.

It made no sense to keep it, but Sakura had loved the apartment. She loved that the veranda faced the park and the walk to the train station wasn’t too far but not so close that rush hour traffic could be heard.

Sighing, Sasuke massaged the crick in his neck.

A warm bath would be good for your muscles.

“No bath. Just a shower,” Sasuke argued. Tomorrow was his day off, but he didn’t want to spend it scrubbing the tub. “You ask for too much.”

Without bothering to close the bathroom door, he peeled off his boxer briefs and started up the shower.

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Sakura stood in the doorway in awe. He had never directly answered her before. His words in the past would coincidentally match as a reply to things she had said, but in the end none of Sasuke’s words were directed towards her.

But that━that had been for her.

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After a few minutes Sasuke was out of the shower and toweling off. He made his way back to the bedroom, rubbing the towel through his hair.

You really should blow dry your hair.

“Not happening,” he muttered, tossing the towel on top of the opened door and pulling out a clean pair of boxer briefs.

Sasuke eyed the bare mattress, knowing he had to fix the sheets.

With a groan of frustration, he ran his hand down his face. Not tonight. He was too tired tonight. He grabbed the duvet and pulled it over his body as he laid down.

He would deal with it in the morning.

At least you’re sleeping.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, “so goodnight.”

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Shaking her head, Sakura slid into bed next to him. She would just have to be satisfied with the fact that he washed himself up and was falling asleep without the aid of alcohol.

It was a slow process, but eventually Sasuke would be just fine on his own. Sighing she placed a hand on her lower abdomen and pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades.

Sasuke shifted, adjusting to the pressure, before letting out a sleepy sigh.

Some day he would be just fine without her around. Sakura rubbed the lower part of her stomach, tracing the slight curve she had developed before she died.

He would be just fine one day but for now…

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We’re still here.