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[sheyul]

SASUKE WEEK 2018 | DAY 5: Bonds

‘’The one who filled his lonely existence with the emotion called love was Sakura.’’  (Databook 2)

[ssuzumi]

▹ Sasuke Week 2018

DAY 04: Animals

[hokagekushina]

➤ Sasuke Week; Day One: A Hawk but No Longer A Hatchling

A snake that crawled on the Earth dreamt of soaring through the sky... knowing full well it was impossible. Still, hoping beyond hope, it kept it’s eyes on a baby bird that it nurtured in it’s own nest.. little realizing that actually... the snake is prey because that bird is a Hawk. Ready to take to the sky!

[naratemari]

Sasukeweek2018 :

June 18  || Day 2 : Sole Survivor

[desi-pluto]

Sasuke Week 2018 - Day 7: “Free Choice”

Sasuke Picspam

[karura]

sasuke week 2018

day 5: bonds

[katarinahime]

Prodigy

Itachi had been one. He had grown up in his shadow, longing to compete with him and forever unable to catch up. Even when Sasuke had thought that he had bested him, killed him, he was still nowhere close to his brothers natural power.

Even Sasuke himself was called a prodigy. Though to have his talents dismissed on the notion that he was just somehow born with talent and didn’t train until literal exhaustion every night of his life was off-putting.

Now, his son, wielder of not one, but two dojutsus, whose power was reminiscent of a deity, the same word rang again by onlookers.

Prodigy.

“I don’t think I want to be a ninja.”

The Uchiha household was fairly modest compared to what most people thought of when thinking of great clans. The home that held the infamous Sasuke Uchiha, and his Byakugan Princess, was an average sized house for their neighborhood. With a slightly larger than average sized family. It was full of laughter and warm home cooked meals.

But now, deathly still silence.

Sasuke appraised his oldest son with a passive, blank face. Sanada, a twelve year old boy who held his resemblance, but lacked his mannerisms. Sanada was quite, kind to almost everyone and a little on the shy side. He was incredibly intelligent, and hardworking.

He had learned Gentle Fist from his mother and had adapted it to suit 180° vision. He also had a fairly good grasp on his Sharingan and had been mastering long range attacks to compliment his taijutsu based fighting. He had a very strategic mind and used all his immense genetic superiority to feats beyond what they had thought a Genin could accomplish.

Hinata had been staring at Sasuke since Sanada had announced it. Waiting to see how her husband would react. But Sasuke kept his silence.

As did his daughter, Minato, which was the most surprising. Minato looked similar to Sasuke as well, but feminine, pretty and her black hair curled wildly. Sasuke has vague memories of Shisui’s hair and only a mediocre knowledge of genetics but yet their his daughter sat, long black curly hair and all. Silently. Which was new ever since she could learn how to talk. Minato, apart from entering the Academy that year, had spent a lot of time with her aunt and had picked up on her much more chatty disposition. Even she could see that this was a serious conversation.

Sasuke’s youngest child on the other hand, barley over one years old and silent as the grave. As long as Hinata was holding him. Fukuryu loved Hinata, and only Hinata, and if he didn’t have his mother, he let his displeasure be known for the world to hear. He was Sasuke only child that looked nothing like him, but with his perpetual pout, he had a sneaky suspicion that the little brat held his disposition.

“Do you have anything else in mind? Some interests? Or hobbies?” Hinata asked.

She had clearly decided to move on in the conversation without Sasuke.

Sanada still hadn’t looked up. His voice quiet and muffled and Sasuke didn’t need Byakugan to see through the table to know that his son would be pressing his fingers together, restlessly. A nervous tick.

“I’d still like to help people, and, and I know, I know I have a lot of talent. I think I’d like to be something a little different. Something like a P-p-police Officer.”

As Sanada struggled through the sentence, his blush only worsened. His son only stuttered under great stress, and Sasuke’s heart clenched.

Why did his son feel so embarrassed or ashamed to share with them? Sasuke could remember his father, and the cold indifference, the disapproval, the attention he gained only after he could somehow prove himself.

Sasuke never wanted it to be like that with his children.

Yet, there Sanada was, unable to meet either of his parents eyes, blushing, stuttering, fidgeting. He had probably been keeping those feelings in for weeks, months, afraid of their reactions to his thoughts.

Another part of Sasuke’s clenched painfully, imagining his son as a Police Officer. Too see Sanada in that uniform, to see that crest with the Uchiha again. It filled Sasuke’s chest with sadness and pride.

“It sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this.” Hinata spoke softly and sweetly.

Sanada nodded.

“Have you felt this way for awhile?”

He nodded again.

Failure. Sasuke felt like a failure as a father. His son’s discomfort was a direct reflection of how he had parented Sanada thus far. All he could feel was shame. With himself.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you.” Sanada whispered, so quiet Sasuke almost didn’t catch it.

Hinata’s eyes grew big as they met with Sasuke’s again.

“That would never disappoint me. Everyone grows up and chooses their own paths.” Hinata smiled comfortingly. “Whatever path you choose is the one meant for you. If you want to become a Police Officer, than I think that’s amazing Sanada.”

Sasuke watched his son finally look up from his hiding spot under his shaggy black hair. His black eyes looked up to his mother with hopefulness. His cheeks and ears still dusted pink with shame and uncertainty.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna be the Hokage!” Minato shrieked. “Uncle Naruto said that I was named after his dad, who was the fourth Hokage, and he’s the seventh Hokage, and Papa Kakashi was the sixth and that I’ll be one for sure!”

Hinata blanched.

“We did not name you after that usuratonkachi’s dad.” Sasuke huffed.

Hinata frowned at Sasuke’s nickname.

“And someday, Ryu will let go of mom!” Minato joked.

Sasuke huffed. It wasn’t likely

His small son’s fist tightened in Hinata’s shirt, white eyes narrowed into slits as he lay his head in the the crook of his mother neck. The only person in the world with the audacity to glare at Sasuke Uchiha. His infant son.

“I told my Sensei, and he got upset. He said my team wouldn’t be able to take the Chunin exams without me, so I promised to stay until then. He said I was wasting my talent.” Sanada admitted.

Getting such a negative reaction from his teacher is what had probably kept Sanada from confiding in his family for so long. Which Sasuke considered worth giving his sensei a visit. He had a glare that could rival Ryu’s and some choice words to go along with it.

Wasting his talents?

Itachi had talent. He was a genius. A prodigy. Yet his mind had been distorted and manipulated and spent the rest of his life exiled and shamed until he died.

Sasuke himself was described as all those things, and yet he had similarly been taken advantage of, only saved by the love of his friends.

Even his wife’s cousin, whom she loved dearly, who had been showed with the praise of “prodigy” died from just protecting her.

Was it really the worst thing in the world for his son to not want to be a ninja?

“I think, that becoming a Police Officer, is a… fine plan.” Sasuke finally muttered.

Sanada turned to Sasuke, looking up at him with the same hopeful glimmer in his eyes. “Thank you, father.”

“Yeah big brother! You can protect the people inside Konoha while I lead the ninja and protect everyone from outside Konoha!” Minato yelled again, almost knocking over her soup to give her older brother a high five. “Because I’m definitely going to become Hokage! Datte-”

“If you finish that sentence, no dessert.”

Minato looked over at her father, aghast. Slowly she lowered herself back down in her chair, pouting. “I hope when big brother becomes a Police Officer that he works hard to end these injustices.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and focused back on his dinner.

[shiroi-sakura]

Sasuke Week 2018

Day 1 : A hawk, no longer a Hatchling

[nakamaohana]

June 21 || Day 5: Bonds 

Sakura: “Our hearts are with Papa so that’s all that matters!”

Sarada: “Dad… do you think your feelings are well and truly connected to mom?”

Sasuke: “…Yeah”

Sarada: “How come that all you can say about it?”

Sasuke: “Because we have you… Sarada”

I was never a strong SasuSaku shipper but I absolutely love this new Uchiha family. Sasuke and Sakura are both dedicated jonin and loving parents. Sasuke has had a unsettling journey but I’m so glad he ended with an amazing family.

[gokoreanships]

Hanahaki byou

He does not say anything after that. The flowers filled his chest, and he spilt his guts out. He would hide the thorns underneath his tongue and amongst his teeth. He's been in love with her everything. And he's in love with the way her soft lips quiver. And the red tide that swamped the swells of her pale cheeks at the mere thought of the golden boy.

Her warm being reeked of fresh lavender and it filled him to the brim with the nostalgia of the past. That dull tell-tell feeling that ached at the base of his throat, immediately it squeezed the air out of his lungs. She looks just like his mother to him. He can already taste it. And he thinks they share the same wilting fingertips. That seems to lull the disarray of weary thoughts. The gaunt fingers would comb through the black tendrils of hair that clung like vines against his skin. Whenever his mind was on the run and when the flowers tasted the sweetest.

The way her lilac eyes glinted, ever so softly. And when the morning ichor that dripped from her features like honey; the gold that glistened on the plump of her lips.

Or the way the soft pads of her fingertips glided against the union between the stiff, rigid plastic and mangled flesh of his prosthetic arm.  And it inevitably was with such care as if his bones were made of glass and his skin nothing more than paper. He hated how tenderly she spoke to him as if his mouth was undrowned; with the bittersweet taste of rosebuds and rusted copper pennies. And as if hands were unsoiled with blood and his soul was not drenched with guilt.

[sheyul]

SASUKE WEEK 2018 | DAY 3: Prodigy

As I expected, you are my child.

[ssuzumi]

▹ Sasuke Week 2018

DAY 07: Free choice

[hokagekushina]

➤ Sasuke Week; Day Three: Prodigy

From now on...live up to the crest on your back, better yourself and soar to great heights.

[cognitivecapricorn]

Day 4 of Sasuke week Animals. These were the animals I headcanon association with Sauce.

Top row: Snow Leapord, Bengal cat, and black cat

Middle: Black Garter snake

Bottom row: Shikra, Red tailed Hawk, and Sharp Shined Hawk

@sasukeweek2018​

[desi-pluto]

Sasuke Week 2018 - Day 6: "What You Wanted For Him"

What I Really Mean when I say "Sasuke deserved Better"

Warning(s): a lot of salt. Very long too. These are all of my subjective opinions.

Not reduced to a plot device for the sake of Naruto's story, meaning he didn't need to be rescued from Naruto's talk-no-jutsu.

Not be the only one scolded for using the chidori against Naruto at the hospital rooftop, when it was Naruto who triggered him in the first place with his rasengan.

Not be told by Kakashi to give up on his revenge. Kakashi of all people had no right to tell Sasuke to give up on getting justice for his clan's slaughter.

Not be depicted as if he owes Naruto shit in the Boruto anime.

Not have his childhood trauma and hardships compared to Naruto's.

Staying with his family, there was no need to add more Otsutsukis in the story, one was enough. The whole mission was just added for unnecessary drama.

Fugaku not comparing Sasuke to Itachi, and actually giving Sasuke the time of day he deserves. (I know Fugaku loves both of his sons).

Not close his bonds with team taka, (give Sasuke more friends, Naruto shouldn't be his only friend)

Give him snake sage mode.

Give him his left arm back.

Not forgive Itachi so easily.

Give him more platonic bonds outside of team 7; ex: Neji, Gaara, Shino, Yugao, Anko, and maybe Tenten (since she's into weapons and he's good with a sword and shuriken).

Have him seek justice for the Uchiha Clan.

Have him be both Boruto and Sarada's mentor.

Let him grow his hair longer.

Since he trians very hard, make his muscles more defined.

Stop animating him pale, he's canonically tanner than Sakura but lighter than Naruto.

Give him more summoning animals, like the big cats; jaguars, panthers, cheetahs.

Let him speak more poetically, lol his hawk and snake analogy while fighting Orochimaru was pretty epic.

Show him and Sakura doing friendly taijutsu sparring.

Let him be more affectionate with his family.

Feel free to add more!

[katarinahime]

Sole-Survivor

Being the last Uchiha had been something that Sasuke had grown used to. He had been alone for some time. The last of his name.

Well his brother had been roaming around, but since Sasuke’s entire goal at the time was to kill him, he never really counted that.

This was also long before he found out about the existence of Obito and Madara.

But now, they were all dead and gone. He really had been the last one. And he had spent the fews years after that alone as well. Jailed, for one. Then his self imposed walk of atonement, to help rid the world of the evils that he himself had spread.

It had been a long, long time before he had returned back to the village.

Things were much different than he had remembered, including his own home. The entire district had been left to rot in disrepair after the massacre. Then Pain had laid waste to everything. His family’s former home had simply not been rebuilt. New homes, shops, streets and people covered the ground where once his family ruins had haunted.

One might think it poetic.

Not Sasuke.

Besides, his family had only been sequestered there from persecution after the Nine Tails attack, when he had only been a baby.

He had spent a long time being the sole survivor. The last Uchiha.

Two goals had ruled him. Kill his brother. Restore his Clan.

He had killed his brother.

The pain from that experience would pinch his heart every time he thought of him. Sasuke knew that through time, one could come to terms with the dead. His wife was like that. She could smile serenely and tell him stories of her mother from when she was a child. Sasuke doubted he could ever think on any memory of Itachi and not feel the raw, torn edges of agony.

Restoring his clan had been a little bit trickier.

Sasuke had agreed that making Konoha publicly admit what they had done to the Uchiha, to Itachi, would just spark distrust and even hatred against the Hokage. Against all Leaf Ninja.

If Sasuke had learned anything from his life, from his mistakes, from his walk of atonement, that unrest was dangerous. Peace had albeit been a fantasy until after the war.

Under no circumstances, would he jeopardize that. Not now. Not after all the sacrifices had been made to achieve it.

The Uchiha were dead. Itachi was dead. He had sacrificed his own honor for the village. Sasuke could at least honor his sacrifice.

It didn’t matter so much when he had been alone.

He was distrusted. Hated, even. Spit on by some. It had never bothered him. Perhaps, he even deserved it. He could take their scorn. Their anger. He understood.

But time went on. Things changed. Suddenly, he wasn’t alone.

It was worse when the scorn turned to his loved ones.

When the glares from the uchiwa fan on their backs weren’t just directed at him, but the thin shoulders of his wife - When shop keepers sneered at her and her round pregnant belly - When his son toddled down the street on chubby, unstable legs, clutching his fingers and people turn away from them -

Whispers of traitor. Cursed clan.

For the first time, it hurt. It made him angry.

“Papa,” his son tugged on his sleeve.

His son was his spitting image, if not for the blush on his cheeks.

“That’s your family, Papa?”

Sasuke had taken his son on a walk, as he did often. Sasuke has genuinely enjoyed walking. He had bought a larger parcel of land than most people in Konoha usually had. The village was expanding and he had gotten his plot quite a ways away from the city. It was large enough for the house, a yard with a garden, fenced off, with still some land, left untouched, butting against a river.

Sasuke has never told Sanada what the memorial rock had been for. He must’ve asked his mother, and that had probably been the best explanation she had come up with.

The “rock” had been own by the Uchiha since before Konoha had founded. The Ancient stones had been used by Madara to justify attacking the leaf, his anger drive by persecution. The same stones that his own father and clan and used to fuel their anger, weather justified by their own persecutions or not, and drove them to plan their own coup d’état. A civil war.

He could feel it now. Feel the justifiable rage every time a villager looked down upon his wife and children.

He could understand what drove his predecessors to violence. The overwhelming need to protect his family and rage that came with their mistreatment. It was almost overwhelming.

Sasuke couldn’t allow this to happen. Which it why he had kept the rock. Placed as far back on his property as it could go.

And he would visit it, to remind him, that greater peace would always need to come first.

“You are my family.” Sasuke corrected.

His son smiled, shyly tucking his face down. His small fist tightened on his sleeve. Sasuke reaches down and swung his son up onto his hip.

“Should we go back?” Sasuke asked. Not that he was actually asking permission. The sun lowered, ready to set soon. His young child had an early bed time.

“Mama!” Sanada replied instead.

Sasuke knew, without his son’s added kicks, that he wanted to be let down. He obliged him and watched him run off at his mother, full force. He frowned slightly, as he slammed into his mother’s legs, tucking his head against her round belly.

“Gentle, Sanada.” He scolded.

His son looked up at his mother, his chin resting on her protruding tummy. “Sorry Mama.”

She brushed his thick black hair lovingly. “It’s alright.”

Sanada lifted his arms to her, and Hinata was going to comply, leaning down to lift their son.

Not on Sasuke’s watch.

He was there in less than a second, snatching the little boy before his mother could be taxed. Hinata just looked up and smiled at him, shaking her head lightly. She was used to his crazy by now. She easily allowed his hand to circle around her waist and let him guide her back through the untouched wild of their property.

As if she needed any of his help.

Sasuke wasn’t alone anymore. He had a family again. A family that he love more than himself. More than anything.

But he must be reminded, that even more than that, he must keep the peace.