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dianapana · 3 years ago

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SH Day 1: The Beginning of us

@sasuhinamonth

(Modern AU, OOC most likely)

“Kids, don’t forget to be very nice to Grandma today, it’s a difficult day for her” Hikari said once again, only to be met with silence. The woman sighed deeply and looked into the rearview mirror at her two teens, both with earphones in, typing away on their phones.

“They both love your mom; I know they’ve been in awful mood swings lately but they haven’t seen Hinata in a couple weeks.” Yuuta, Hikari’s husband tried to reassure her.

“I know, but this would have been dad’s birthday, and she always gets so sad around this time of the year. It’s been almost 10 years since dad died, but it still breaks my heart every time to see her cry”

Just as she finished talking the car stopped, Hikari did not have the time to turn around and ask her kids to be well-behaved because they were both out of their seats and running towards the house.

“These kids, I swear…” Hikari murmured to herself as she was putting her phone into her purse getting ready to get out of the car as well. She was just about to complain some more but was cut off.

“MOOOOOM, THE DOOR’S LOCKED”

That was it, the sentence that made her skin crawl, she froze in place. Hinata always waited for them by the window and would come outside when the car park, no matter how down she was that day, she would always be outside, but she wasn’t, the door was locked.

“Kids come back here,” Yuuta said softly while taking her purse. The kids got back into the car with wide eyes, confused but also scared. Hikari could not move, she stayed still and silent looking at her own hands as Yuuta went to unlock the door and then went deeper into the house. The few minutes he was gone felt both like a few seconds and an eternity.

He came out of the house with a deep frown on, he didn’t even have to say the words, they all knew. The kids cried Hikari fought against tears and Yuuta called his brother-in-law to tell him the sad news. Hinata had passed away in her sleep.

The week to come was a blur of phone calls and planning intertwined with crying, mourning and comforting. The funeral came and ended in a blink of an eye. Most of Hinata’s friends and generation had already passed, thus most of the people attending were distant family or kids of her friends. Regardless the room was filled with sobs and condolences. Just a few days prior Hikari complained about her kids growing up too fast, becoming adults that no longer needed her, but during the funeral, both of them held her hand as they cried throughout the ceremony.

Hinata was buried next to Sasuke, after 10 years of making him wait she decided to leave them and join him in heaven, part of Hikari was happy the two of them would meet again in the afterlife, but the other half of her was stubbornly missing her mother, needing her even in her adult life.

The last step of the process was cleaning out the house. It almost felt like blasphemy when they decided to sell the house. Sasuke built that house for Hinata, they started their family there. Even after Sasuke passed Hinata refused to move in with either of her kids because the house itself held importance to her. Two months passed since the funeral, but it still felt too soon, yet Yuuta and her elder brother were moving the furniture seeming not to understand the gravity of the matter.

Hikari on the other hand was on the floor of Hinata and Sasuke’s bedroom looking through photo albums of their childhood. She was reminiscing all the happy memories she had in the house, being in deep thought she didn’t hear her kids walking in until one of them affirmed loudly. “Wow Grandma and Grandpa look so young here”

Hikari looked over to see which photo they were referring to. It was a black and white shot of the two smiling, they were 19 at the time, Hikari knew the picture well, much like the story behind it.

“That was taken on their first date,” she said and the two kids looked up at her, waiting, expecting more, willing to hear the story. “Mom told me the story about a million times when I was a teen ‘If he doesn’t treat you like Sasuke treated me here, don’t bother he’s not worth your time Hikari’ she’d say”

Looking at the photo for a moment longer she could almost hear Hinata’s soothing voice as she was telling the story.

“The two of us met when we were small kids, our mothers were friends but we moved from Konoha after I entered elementary school. At the time the move was devastating, but as years went by, he slowly became a passing thought until finally I completely forgot about him and our friendship. Years later after, I returned to Konoha because I was assigned a kindergarten teacher post here. The first few days here were awful, I knew nobody and the other teacher was so rude and mean. I cried myself to sleep the first two weeks. I hated the apartment I stayed in as well; looking back, the apartment was lovely, but I hated being alone, I had never been alone before, and at the time being a single young girl in the city by yourself was frowned upon, and that mentality was so deeply rooted In my mind as well, I felt shame at times to come home to silence. I barely managed to get used to the job when I met Sasuke again, he was a young, handsome man; and he knew it too, if you think his ego is bad now you should have seen him back then. He came by the kindergarten to pick up his niece. He claims he remembered me and that’s why he kept approaching me, but I don’t believe that; I am telling you he fell in love at first sight.

I didn’t want to do anything with him, I was still having a tough time and a relationship would be too difficult to start at the time, but he insisted almost daily. It started out in a self-centred manner; he really believed himself to be the best catch out there, and he was, but still, it wasn’t very attractive at the time how he approached me in that way. So, after a few tries, he realized he should change how he tried to get my attention, he would bring me one flower every day when he came to pick up his niece; he apparently begged his sister-in-law to allow him to pick her up daily. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped coming, I didn’t ask about him because why would I, but his disappearance made me feel sad and disappointed; it made me realize how our small interactions actually meant so much to me and how much I basked in his attention.

A month passed and I had not seen him since, this time his memory was much stronger and harder to forget, but I was starting to lose hope of ever seeing him again. And just as I started accepting that fact, he returned with 31 flowers, one for each day he was absent, and a picture; a picture of the two of us as kids holding hands in the backyard of my old house. He looked so lovely, he was wearing a suit; it was the first time I saw him in one; he had just gotten an important job and couldn’t stop by due to the training program he needed to complete.

Before I could even get a word out, tell him I had missed him or that I was happy to see him, or how utterly surprising it was that we had met before; he started talking about fate and destiny, it was a lovely speech that painted us to be the one and only option for the other, it was very sweet. But once again he didn’t allow me to reply before asking me to wait. ‘Wait for a month’ he said ‘I will come and ask you on a proper date, one that I will be able to pay for with my first salary.’ I thought that was charming of him so I agreed.

Little did I know that a month later he’d show up once again with 31 roses and on a motorcycle. I had never dreamt of seeing one of those at the time, they were still so new and almost frightening. But I had waited for that date for such a long time so I decided to do things his way. He took me to the most expensive restaurant in the city.

The date itself is such a fun story too when he had to order he asked for the beef tartare, but he had never had it before and thought the condiments that came on the side were pre-portioned so he dumped everything in, it was so disgusting he couldn’t even take two bites out of it, so we ended up splitting my pasta. After the ‘dinner fiasco’ as Sasuke still refers to it, we continued our drive, he took me outside Konoha grounds to a small river bank where it was rumoured that you could see the most stars in the sky. That’s where we took the picture. We actually took about a dozen but we were both nervous, so either I had my eyes closed or his hands were shaking and the photo was blurred.

We leaned against the bike and looked at the sky for a while until he took my hand and held it, my heart was beating so fast I was certain he could hear it. I had never been on a date before, and the month of not seeing him made me realize my feelings, add to that a full month of waiting and expectations and I was a ball of stress, especially now that we were all alone in a secluded area. I had been fine at the restaurant, I was calm and collected while he had been the anxious one, but now the roles were reversed, he appeared to be so sure of himself and I was shaking all over. I thought the silence would be awkward, but it wasn’t, it was comfortable. I can’t even remember how long we looked at the starts and occasionally talked a bit, but I do remember the cool summer wind and his warm hand, I remember the mischievous glint in his eye, I was sure he’d kiss me, but he only looked at me and called me beautiful.

We only had our first kiss on date number six about three weeks and a half later, when I asked why he waited so long, he told me that Itachi gave him some advice, that at times waiting builds up suspense and makes the other person constantly think of you; which was true, all my thoughts would somehow lead up to him; and Sasuke said that he wanted me thinking of him as much as possible so I’d catch up to him; so, I’d like him just as much as he liked me. Poor him, not knowing I had already fallen deeply in love.

Don’t settle for less Hikari, they have to have an elaborate and intricate plan to get to you, and if it’s you doing the chasing follow your dad’s lead because I thought he was so charming.”

The story would forever be in Hikari’s mind, she would forever remember her parents as being deeply in love from their beginning until their last moments. The house was filled with memories, but so was she, she carried around all of the stories and moments of her parent’s love story throughout the years, and it was a beautiful tale.

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ike-sol · 5 years ago

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memento mori [part 1]

Summary: With his illness progressing, Shingen has made peace with his inevitable death. Yukimura has not. Characters: Ikemen Sengoku: Shingen Takeda, Yukimura Sanada (platonic! father/son relationship). Mentioned Yukimura x unspecified woman (could be MC or not) Genre: Hurt/comfort Content warning: Terminal illness (lung cancer) Word count: 2,090 Or read on Ao3!

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“I’m coming in-” Yukimura announced just half a second before sliding open the door.

“Yuki, what did I tell you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I gotta wait. Sorry. But at least I said something.”

He came inside, closing the door behind him, and placed a bamboo box on the table. Shingen, who had been lying in his futon, slowly propped himself up on his elbows, and smiled at the young man. The sweet scent of still-hot steamed buns wafted through the air, a most wonderful aroma.

“Red bean paste buns?”

“Yeah. I got the last batch.”

Yukimura came to his side, kneeling down besides him, and helped him sit up, before taking his place at the opposite side of the table. He lifted the lid off of the bamboo box, revealing six perfect sweet buns, and Shingen reached out for one with a shaky hand. It was still warm, and oh-so-soft.

“Thank you, Yuki.”

“Sure.” He smiled, but didn’t take a bun for himself.

Then- all six were for Shingen? He hummed in approval, though the unease ate at the periphery of his soul. He was halfway through the sweet when that awful tickle started in his throat, and rapidly grew into an all-consuming pain. And- gods! He dropped the bun as a coughing fit overcame him.

Shingen felt like his chest was on fire. That burning, squeezing sensation, as though some wicked kitsune had placed rocks upon rocks on his chest. A desperate need for air that he could not attain, no matter how quickly he breathed, how he gasped for it in between those awful, suffocating coughs. The metallic taste in his mouth was pungent, and no matter how many times it happened, he could never get used to the taste of blood.

Shingen knew these attacks well by now, how they overcame him at full force, and though it was localised in his chest, they spread to everywhere in his body, until he became light headed from the lack of air. He was used to them, yes, but each passing attack seemed to be stronger than the last, and a dark part of him wondered - was this it?

“My lord-”

Yukimura was instantly by his side, an arm around his back, and eyebrows creased with worry. Shingen waved a hand in a motion as if to signal he was alright, even as the violent cough racked his body. He tried to take deep breaths, but it was too difficult, far too difficult, when his chest spasmed with a terrible lack of air.

Finally, it quieted. Now breathing deeply, Shingen felt the painful irritation in his throat, but at least that was better than the brutal coughs. He reached out with a shaky hand for the box of ointment he always kept by his bedside, but Yukimura beat him to it, and picked it up instead.

“Lie down. I’ll apply it.”

Shingen nodded his thanks, too weak to speak at the moment, and lied down obediently on the futon, still breathing deeply.

He always wore his kimono loosely, to show off his chest with a flirtful ambience. Even now, with his muscles wasting away, no longer the same handsome man, the habit remained. But he no longer had the courage to look at himself in the mirror. The thin frame and sunken eyes, hollowed cheekbones… He couldn’t bear the sight of himself. He hoped dearly, that once he passed, Yukimura would remember him as handsome as he was in his health, rather than the sickly ghost of a man he was now, in what were surely his last days of illness. Of life.

Yukimura pulled apart the collar of his kimono further, to expose his chest fully. Opened the wooden box, intricately carved out of maplewood by Shingen himself, so many years ago. The ointment felt cool on his skin as Yukimura applied it to his chest, his actions a little clumsy, but kind. So very kind. He hated the look of worry on the young man’s face, and attempted to chase it away with a light-hearted comment.

“Thank you. But I’d much rather have a beautiful woman do it, in your stead.”

“Ha-ha.” Yukimura rolled his eyes. “You’re always thinking about women.”

“And you don’t think about them enough.”

Silence. He set the box of ointment aside, and began to rub the medicine into Shingen’s skin. It would take a while for it to work, but it helped to open his airways. Far from a cure, but- at least it made breathing easier. At least it made the symptoms more bearable.

“You know, I really wanted to see you settled down before I-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that.”

“Yuki.” He said gently. “I want to talk about it. We can’t pretend it’s not going to happen.”

Yukimura did not speak. His lips pressed together into a firm line, and his eyes avoided his. Shingen didn’t miss how his eyes glazed over with a sheen - too proud to let the tears fall, but unable to restrain them. Instead, he picked up the half-eaten sweet bun, and placed it back in the basket. Shingen hated that he could do nothing.

He wished he’d died in battle.

This was not a warrior’s death, to wither away at a sickbed. His clothes swallowed him more with every passing day as his muscles wasted away. Hollowed eyes and cheeks and trembling hands. Most days, he couldn’t even make it out into the garden on his own. This weakness, this helplessness, was far more painful than the vice in his chest.

He hated how the others looked at him. How Kenshin never asked him to fight anymore, even though he’d once promised to take his life before the illness did. How Sasuke was coincidentally always there to hold him up when a coughing fit overcame him in the hallway and thrust him off balance. How Yukimura stopped rationing his sweets, and let him eat as much as he liked.

He knew the end was coming. He knew that everyone else knew, too. Still, he wished that things could remain as they always were. What he would have given to drink into the night at a pre-battle feast, and then to lose his life to a sword the following day! Sudden, surprising, and quick. And not like this sickness that dragged on forever and took everyone down with him.

“I’m still here. Don’t mourn for me yet, Yuki.”

Shingen propped himself up on his elbows, and immediately Yukimura helped him up into a sitting position. He leaned against the wall. “Come here.”

Yukimura carefully sat down besides him. Leaned his head against his shoulder as if he were made of glass. Shingen wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and Yukimura turned his face away. He couldn’t see the tears, but he heard his breathing shallow.

The boy he’d taken in all those years had grown into a formidable man. Strong and reliable and painfully honest, wearing his heart on his sleeve. He’d grown into everything Shingen had ever hoped for - except, perhaps, for his uncouth tongue. How he’d not learned to speak around the fairer sex with Shingen as an example was a mystery - it must have boiled down to sheer stubborness rather than incompetence. Or so he hoped, at least.

But right now, curled up against him like this, Yukimura was once again a boy in his eyes. He remembered when he first spoke to him, all those years ago. The troublemaker running around town, catching bugs and swinging his wooden sword until it broke. Who never cried over scraped knees or an empty stomach, and stopped the other kids from tormenting puppies.

The boy was like a son to him. He wasn’t sure whether he’d been a good father figure, but- he loved him with all he had. He’d tried to impart all his wisdom and care onto him, though who knew whether it had been enough.

“I hate that I’m going to leave you.” Shingen said quietly. “I’m glad you have Sasuke. And Kenshin, and Yoshimoto.”

Yukimura didn’t respond. His gaze fell on the floor, on his fingers, as he laced them together. Finally, he spoke up, just as quietly.

“There is someone, you know.”

“Hm?”

“A girl.”

He smiled. “Why didn’t you say so before? Tell me about her.”

“I knew you’d make a big deal out of it-”

“What does she look like? Is she pretty?”

“Wha- I- hell if I know.”

“Yuki-”

He blushed deeply, to the very tips of his ears, and nodded. “...Yeah. Really pretty.”

Shingen closed his eyes. “Good. I hope you told her that. You need to make her feel like the most beautiful woman alive.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“What is she like?”

“She’s…” Yukimura smiled as he thought over what to say. “She’s really sweet, and fun. And she hangs off my arm, and she likes Muramasa, and her hair’s always messy. And once she starts laughing, she can’t stop, sometimes over the stupidest things.”

The love in Yukimura’s expression was almost overwhelming. He’d never seen it on the boy before, not like this, and it filled Shingen with an immeasurable warmth. He was glad he got to see it on him before the end of his life.

“She sounds wonderful. Perfect for you.” Shingen smiled. “I wish I could meet her.”

“...She’s in Azuchi.”

“I figured. I’m glad - the hairpins worked.”

“Yeah. Guess you were right about that.”

Shingen chuckled. “You should’ve listened to me more often.”

“I- we kissed. At the festival. I really… really like her.” He admitted, red-faced. “I was going to- to tell her who I really am. And ask her to come here. With me.”

The urgent letter must have stolen him back to Echigo before he could do so, and Shingen felt a pang of guilt for that. His condition hadn’t worsened so much as to justify Yukimura dropping everything to come see him again, though Sasuke thought differently, and insisted on letting him know.

Perhaps Sasuke was right. Perhaps this was the final chance to say goodbye. He had to leave Yukimura with pleasant memories, to at least slightly weigh against the pain he’d inevitably be left with.

“I’m glad. You found the person you like. Maybe I can still meet her.”

“Yeah.”

“How long are you staying?”

“I… I dunno. For a while.”

Shingen knew what that meant, what words Yukimura didn’t want to use. He would not force them out of him - it was nice enough knowing that he’d be here, for the last of his days. There was no one he’d rather be with during this time.

He pressed a gentle kiss against the top of his head. “Thank you.”

He felt Yukimura breathe in shakily again, as if to steady himself. Silence, for a moment. “I’m going to miss you. So much.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Yukimura leaned his head against his chest and grasped his hand. It was warm, in comparison to his. Rough from all those years of training, fighting, but- strong. So much stronger than his. So much more alive.

“You’ve grown into a wonderful man. ...I love you, Yuki.”

He heard him suck in a breath, like a gasp. A strangled sort of sound, and he felt his shoulders shake - just a little - against him.

“Me, too.” He whispered. “I love you.”

Shingen leaned down with another gentle kiss, this time against his forehead. Like a comfort, he hoped, and not quite yet a goodbye. They sat like that, in silence, for a while. Shingen rubbed Yukimura’s back gently, pretending not to notice his quiet crying, to salvage his pride.

When he quieted and righted himself, a long while had passed. Yukimura turned his face away again, and wiped his tears and nose unceremoniously with his sleeve. His eyes were still red, but he was calm. Good, Shingen thought. The boy had to let it out sometime.

“Yuki,” He smiled. He wouldn’t push the emotional issue any further, if the boy didn’t want it. Perhaps this was enough for now. “Pass me my sweet buns?”

He laughed airly - still shaky - as if in disbelief, and relented. “Fine. Here.”

He moved the table closer to them, and returned to his position by Shingen’s side, so that their shoulders were touching. He held out the bamboo box, and Shingen picked up the half-eaten bun he’d dropped before. It was still warm, and tasted just as nice as it did before. A fond look at his surrogate son.

“Tell me more about your lady.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen shingen #ikesen yukimura #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku yukimura #im posting this again because tumblr is being stupid and not showing it up in the tags #tumblr pls have mercy on me

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nad-zeta · 5 years ago

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Match up Duo O.O

Hey there, love! Thank you so much @cailannuesugi , for the request!

So I spend long and hard thinking about your matchup! I went through all the potential options and reread your submission multiple times to make sure whoever I chose would actually match you (well according to my opinion anyway) and through it all, there was just one person that in my mind fitted you perfectly..... so without further ado, I present to you your matchup!

Also, another side note your hair is so freaked beautiful omw I'm jealous!

So I match you with....................... Kenshin

Selfie matchup part

The first time this boy caught a glimpse of you was when you were saved by Yuki from falling off a freaken cliff.

His first instinct is obviously to be uninterested the second he saw you were a woman

But darn if he can’t help but be captivated by you

The first thing he notices is your bold scarlet lips, the contrast between your lips and skin reminded him of a lone red rose bloomed in the snow

He couldn’t help but want to compare you to the beautiful woman in an old fable his mother had once told him of as a child. His mother said to him that one day he would find his own beautiful princess like the one in the story, but he long ago stopped believing in fairy tales.

He felt unsettled by the fact that you matched the very image of the beautiful princess that he had conjured in his mind as a child.

He narrowed his heterochromatic eyes towards you and catch a glance of your eyes, and they were spellbinding

They were deep, earthy brown, resonating with the soul of the earth

One look in those big bright deep mahogany eyes seems to melt away at his frozen heart. They are so full of warmth and understanding

You were messing with his head like no woman has ever done before.

He needed to get away from this woman who reminded him of the purest autumn day, with her long silky honey and spiced hair and sexy ass leather jacket and combat boots.

“This conversation is boring me, Sasuke. When you’re done, I’ll be at the safe house.”

He needed to walk away and get some fresh air, the fairytales his mom had told him as a child was wrong! He is cursed and damned to spend the rest of his life protecting those he loves from himself; she might have been right about one thing, though. And that is that every fairytale has a monster, it’s just unfortunate that he has turned out to be it.

Now for the Matchup Part

The first time you saw Kenshin that night, he looked like a mystical creature bathed in moonlight. You honestly couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. He was absolutely beautiful. And ooooh, his eyes were bright and beautiful, each with their own color. One icy blue shining like the surface of a brilliant blue frozen lake. And one green, reminding you of the spring with hues of the forest rimmed coolly with the color of a meadow on a warm summer day. You had never seen such a beautiful man in your whole life. He was the perfect image of winter. But before you could get a better look at this ice prince, he left abruptly. You half-listened to Sasuke’s explanation about the whole-time traveling ordeal. You were too busy daydreaming to care.

You landed up in Azuchi, and kept mostly to yourself. To say the warlords were intimidated by you would be an understatement. It was only Mitsunari who could see past you resting bitch face and started a friendship with you. From there, your relationships with the other warlords were slowly built. The next time you saw Kenshin was when you were out in the market looking for some good sake to drink. You heard rumors of some dodgy place that sold the best sake in the whole region, and you thought, why not. The place was packed except for the one table near the window. You plonked yourself and ordered. You decided to keep yourself busy by reading a book Mitsunari had borrowed you. You were so thankful at that moment for your cold resting bitchface, cause it ensured that no one would approach you. Kenshin was on the hunt for a drink. He had spent the whole day checking up on Sasuke and spying on the Oda forces, and it was boring him to death. He found a local brewery and decided to go in. Ooh great, it’s packed. He could see on seat over by the window, he stomped his way over there, ordered a drink and plopped himself down. He hadn’t even noticed you until the two of you locked eyes. You felt the presence of someone, and you looked up, annoyed, ready to say something when you saw two familiar eyes staring back at you. You had noticed something in those eyes that you had missed the first time. Loneliness and pain. You looked back down at your book, trying your best not to blush. The two of you just sat there in silence, sipping on your drinks.” Just so you know, I have no intention of wasting my time entertaining you woman”, “That’s good cause I find all men annoying, and I had no intention of entertaining you either.” Both of you were low key too shy and scared to break the ice to actually talk to the other. It was just easier to just sit in silence and drink, while occasionally stealing a glance at the other. At one point in the afternoon, some men decided to harass a woman at a nearby table. Unfortunately for you or maybe fortunately for you, the sake was making you feel feisty and fighty. You stood up and spat a threat to the men harassing her. One thing led to another, and you had solidly punched one of the men in the face... ooops. This didn’t gel well with them because before you knew it, their swords were drawn. Kenshin was low key impressed by your boldness and strength, he decided to lend you a hand, as he too was in the mood for a good fight. He gracefully drew his sword and rested it on one of the men’s throats. The two of you made a pretty good team, getting rid of the annoying as men that ruined both your drinks. Kenshin couldn’t help thinking of you as a Goddess of war, strong and ready to fight for what is right. Both of you finished off your drinks and left at the same time. “stop following me woman,” “I’m not following you this is just my way home, you stop following me.”

Since that day, the two of you had coincidently run into each other everywhere you went. You were starting to think fate had a hand in this. Your run-ins started off as cold silences, with only a few words being exchanged and slowly morphed into longer deeper convos ending with Kenshin walking you home.

One day on a whim, Nobunaga decided to take you with him to battle. You were working in one of the healer’s tents and needed to get supplies. You went into the forest and started gathering up herbs. Shit hit the fan, and all of a sudden, you were in the middle of a full-blown battle, surrounded by the clashing of swords and war cries of warriors. TBH it was very overwhelming, so you crouched down covering your ears from the horrible sounds. That’s when Kenshin spotted you. You looked like a small, frail bunny, shivering from fear. You gave him a weak smile, happy to see a familiar face. And the rest is history. You were now staying in Kasugayama castle as Kenshin’s dearest friend.

The two of you spend as much time together as possible. The residence of the castle was shook at the news that Kenshin was actually interested in a woman. Their eyes would go wide in disbelief when they saw the two of you together. One day on one of your walks in the garden, you saw Kenshin on his knees, digging in the dirt in a fenced part of the garden. It seemed to be a specific piece of ground that was overlooked by his personal balcony. You watched as he had cleared the whole patch of land and was now starting himself a new fresh garden. You sat on a bench nearby watching him when all of a sudden, a little bunny popped out of nowhere, and then another, and then another, before you knew it, you were surrounded by an avalanche of fluff. You were in bunny heaven, with each of them nuzzling into you and licking your hands to show their love and affection towards you. You soon found out that the god of war loved to keep the company of hundreds of sweet fluffy bunnies.

You loved spending time in his room with him. While he would work, you would play with all the little bunnies giving them each individual names. Kenshin couldn’t help but look up and think once again that you reminded him of the woman from that fairytale, the way you engaged with the sweet little rabbits. Often you would feel so inspired playing with the fluffy creatures that you would spend hours drawing the most beautiful sketches of them, so beautiful in fact that Kenshin would hang them all over his room and castle. Proudly showing them off to everyone and anyone, and if you didn’t like the beautiful drawings, he would kill you.

Kenshin loved to spend time with you, and it was no secret to the residence of the castle that he had fallen in love with you. You had accepted him for him. You would listen without judgment when he told you about all the scary things going on in his head. You understood him like no one ever has, and you never tried to fix him but instead had the patience in the world to allow him to heal from his old wounds in his own time. And you love Kenshin with your whole heart; he made you feel unfailing love; he took away all your insecurities and fear. You were the only woman that his eyes will ever see. And he was finally ready to make his feelings for you known and clear.

The two of you had been in an unofficial relationship long enough. Time to set his plans in motion and make this official. He walked to his private garden and planted the last flower. The very last piece of the puzzle. Every day since the day you had arrived, he had planted a flower. With every flower planted, his heart and mind began to heal. With each passing day, the voices would quieten down. He nurtured and tended to the garden with the utmost care and love. Come hell or high water, we protected the flowers. And now, with the last flower in place, it was ready. He called you to his room and said that he had something important to ask you. You couldn’t miss the tinge of fear and anxiety in his eyes. He covered your eyes with his hands and gently lead you out onto the balcony. And when he lifted his hands so you could see, you saw the most beautiful sight. A beautiful garden filled with flowers in the colors of reds, oranges, and yellows. It looked like something out of a fairytale book. You started to tear up at the meticulous way the flowers had been planted and tended to. Even more so when you noticed that they spelled out, “Will you be my Goddess of war.” You couldn’t help but turn to Kenshin, kissing him all over his face. He kissed your cheek and smiled the most beautiful smile you had ever seen and said that he had one more surprise.

Just then, like clockwork, the army of bunnies hopped into the room, carrying a big box delicately wrapped in paper with hand-drawn bunnies all over it. Kenshin handed you the box urging you to open it, you felt bad ripping the beautiful paper, you recognized that the rabbit drawings were the same same as the ones that had been pained all over Kenshin’s room. You instantly knew it had been his handwork. You carefully opened the gift to see two items. Kenshin lifted a beautiful flower crown out of the box and placed it on your head while saying, “for the princess of my heart.” Then he lifted out a silky soft black fluffy Hoari similar to the one he usually wore and draped it over your shoulders. “I know it might not compare to your favorite leather jacket left in Azuchi, but I hope this will suffice”. You were honestly the happiest woman alive!

Hehe, the two of you were honestly couple goals wearing matching black fluffy capes and cold unapproachable expressions of your face. Only your friends knew that the two of you were the softest, most sensitive people alive. If Kenshin loved drinking and banquets before, he sure as hell loves them even more now, with the love of his love cuddled up in his lap. He has discovered that his beloved bunny gets in an extra fluff mood after a few drinks. Kenshin would always ensure that there were more than enough sweets to keep your sweet tooth satisfied, even threatening to kill Shingen if he dared touch the candy. He would low key feed you the candy while you were cuddled up on his lap. Kenshin loved snuggling and cuddling you during these banquets, occasionally placing a few kisses on your neck and cheek.

The two of your cute love birds can often be found snuggled up in each other’s arms. Kenshin’s absolute favorite, though, is resting his head on your lap while listing to the sound of you beautifully melodic singing. He loved the feeling of your fingers gently playing with his hair. Kenshin can’t help but think back to his childhood and the story his mother had told him. Perhaps his mother wasn’t wrong when she said that he would be blessed to find a beautiful princess. But she did have one fact wrong, he thought. It was not the prince who had saved the princess at the end of the day, but the princess who saved the prince.

Other potential matches...........................Shingen

Hope ya enjoy gal! And I hope you have a good day and stay safe and well! <3

#uesugi kenshin #ikesen kenshin #kenshin ikemen sengoku #kenshin uesugi #kenshin matchup #ikesen selfie matchup #selfie matchup #ikemen matchup #ikesen matchup #matchups

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grimmjowkurosakidrake · 5 years ago

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Let me in

Summary: Genin era! Sakura goes through the same pain as the rest of her team. Sasuke tries to be there for her.

Rating: T

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, Naruto Uzumaki.

Relationships: Sasuke Uchiha/Sakura Haruno , Sasuke Uchiha&Sakura Haruno.

Warning: Secondary character death.

For the Sasusaku month day 24: Let me in

Sakura doesn’t show up at their bridge on Monday. Sasuke is the first one to notice because he’s usually the first one to arrive at the bridge and Sakura arrives close by or sometimes she’s there even earlier than him. Sakura usually smiles at him with one of those sunny expressions she has and talks his ear off until Naruto arrives and they start bothering each other instead of him.

Sasuke thinks that maybe she overslept or spent too much time doing her hair or something equally as inane as that. Then, when he sees Naruto cheerfully running towards him, smiling with a happy “Good morning” on the lips, he feels guilty.

Sakura may be a frivolous girl, sometimes. She may have some of her priorities wrong and she may be overly conscious of her appearance on her worst days. But Sakura is also very mature for her age, she’s one of the most liable members of their team and she would never hold her appearance over their team.

She must be sick or something. Maybe Naruto and him should pay her a visit after practice, bring her some flowers from Ino’s shop, or at least bring her a treat to eat, anmitsu or dango, she likes sweets after all.

When Kakashi finally arrives at their meting point Naruto is the first one to ask about Sakura. He does it naïvely, thinking that nothing could be wrong with her, Sakura is their safe heaven, after all. The only one of them who should never suffer. The one person whose perfect world should never be disturbed so they can live peacefully through her, have a taste of sweetness and kindness from her.

“Hey, Kakashi-sensei… Where is Sakura-chan? Why isn’t she here?” Asks the blond with a confused expression on his face.

“Sakura can’t come at all right now; she probably won’t come to practice or missions for a few days” Explains their teacher with an apologetic tone of voice.

That makes Sasuke frown “Why?” Demands the prodigy curtly, glaring daggers at the silver-head.

Kakashi scratches his mask-covered face. “Well, you see… this is a delicate subject.” He mutters “Sakura is going through a really hard time right now. Her parents died on a mission, Sakura received the notice just last night, but their team couldn’t recover the bodies.”

“Then we have to go and see her!” Exclaims Naruto, “She needs us!” Naruto tries to run in her house’s direction, but Kakashi holds him by the collar of his jacket.

“Sorry, Naruto. But Sakura asked me to be alone right now.”

“But…” Pouts the blond dejectedly.

“That’s enough, idiot,” interrupts Sasuke with a glare directed at Naruto, “if Sakura wants to be alone then we’ll leave her alone.” Just said that, Sasuke closes his eyes in a nonchalant manner, and walks calmly towards the training ground without sparing a glance at his teacher or his teammate.

The only signs of any emotion by his part being his fingers piercing white wholes in the palms of his hands as he clenches them with fervour.

The next day Sakura is there on the bridge before him. She smiles at him, with one of her sunny smiles and acts as if her whole world wasn’t basically shattered beneath her feet just yesterday.

“Sasuke-kun, good morning!” She smiles, enthusiastically waving at him, “how are you today?”

“Sakura…” He says opening his eyes in surprise, “what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean, Sasuke-kun?” Sasuke hasn’t known Sakura for years, not really, he’s been his classmate for years but even after years of being close to her, is only now that he can really brag about actually knowing the pink-haired girl. That expression on her face is not real curiosity over his question. She’s trying to put on a kind face for his sake.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Reprimands Sasuke glaring down at her, even if the size difference between them is not really significant right now, “You should be resting.”

“But, Sasuke-kun! I have to…” She tries before Sasuke interrupts her.

“Let me take you home,” he tries to sound at least a little kinder than usual, resting his hand on her forearm carefully. “You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Sakura for the first time in their relationship as acquaintances, teammates and friends, shies away from his touch, forcefully taking away her arm from his hold on her. “No!” She denies him with vehemence, but just as suddenly as her outburst, she stops herself. “I mean… everything is alright, I’m fine.”

“If you say so,” Conforms Sasuke, glaring at the river beneath them. “At least let me take you home after with finish for today.”

“No need.” The girl rejects him with a smile, “I can go home by myself.”

At the end of the day, he still tries to take her home, Sakura accepts him treating her to Ramen alongside Naruto, but she doesn’t let anyone of them accompany her home.

This continues to happen through two whole weeks. Sasuke puts more effort on their relationship than even on some of his training.

He knows what is like to feel completely alone, to lose his family in seconds, Sakura shouldn’t feel like this, she has her team, she has him at least.

“Sakura, being alone is not what you need right now!” He Exclaims when once again Sakura rebuffs his offers to keep her company. He tries to embrace his teammate, holding both of her arms forcefully.

“You don’t know what I need, Sasuke-kun!” Cries Sakura, uncontrollable tears staining her anguished face, “My parents are dead!” She shouts for the first time since she received the news, “My parents are dead and I don’t have a house anymore and I can’t keep staying with Ino and my grandparents won’t take me unless I stop being a Ninja!” She proclaims with a broken voice. “I really don’t know what to do!” She falls tonelessly into his chest. “I don’t know how to not feel alone, Sasuke-kun, I don’t have anyone anymore” Sobs Sakura finally, nuzzling her nose on his shirt and allowing him to physically comfort her.

“Come with me,” he offers, “I have a spare room, it’s really small because it used to be an office but we can fit a bed inside, I’ll sleep on the couch until then.” He holds her close, burying on of his hands on her hair and embracing both of her shoulders with the other arm. “You’re not alone,” Soothes her Sasuke in a deep whisper, “because you have me.”

It’s true that Sakura should never feel this sort of sadness, at least in his opinion. It’s true that his image of her relies heavily on her seemingly perfect life. But it’s also true that Sakura is his most precious person, even if she’s not perfect anymore. Even she cries and suffers.

Sasuke will be there for her.

#Sasuke Uchiha #Sakura Haruno #sasusaku #sasusaku fic #Sasusaku month 2019 #Sasusaku month #Ssm19

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teggywrites · 5 years ago

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A Blind Kind of Love{Mitsuhide}

Mc knew full well the dangers she faced in this time of great distress and war. Her country, Japan, the one she grew up knowing only peace and worrying about if she wanted to eat cheap or get something actually good for dinner. Others here live their lives running off of what the earth provides and trying to stay out of the fighting, not wanting lives lost or pain to fill their hearts with great sorrow. But then there was the brave souls who chose to fight for their lords and country, being promised freedoms, food, and safety for their families. Who wouldn’t choose that? When things were hard and your families were struggling the men had to do what they had to do.

Mc tried her best to stay away from the fighting. Obviously not made or ready to get into any wars or fights after coming from a comfortable life. She wanted to go back home as much as any other person would, and if that meant staying away from danger, she would very well do that. But life with warlords meant she had a target on her back every step of the way. Many times people tried using her against Lord Nobunaga, calling her his concubine and trying their best to get him to come out of hiding so they could kill him, but none of the lords would allow that. It was rather sad that she was seen as an object to be used by others to hurt her friends… But the first incident happened when she first arrived, she was walking in Azuchi feeling some soft fabrics and invisoning kimonos and other things her skillful hands itched to make.

Before long, as the sun began to set and the moon shined down on the light filled streets, Mc felt a warm hand cover her mouth and rip her away into a dark alley. She kicked, screamed, squirmed, and tried her best to get away from the perpetrator, but growing up without the need to fight meant she was weak, and this man was clearly made for war. She continued to fight against, breaking away for a short second after nailing the man in the nose with her elbow, but the little escape was short lived before he hit her across the head with something. Her head spun and went blank, feeling light headed and breathing hurt, before the far away lights of Azuchi’s streets blurred into nothing but darkness.

The moment she woke up, she was in a room she had never seen before. The lights were low and the place reeked of smoke and sake, filling her nose with unpleasant smells. How late was it? She glanced up at the window to see the moon high in the sky as panic began to flood her senses. This was it. She was going to be killed, or raped, or whatever else these sick men wanted to do with her. Should she just roll over and let it happen? No she had enough dignity in her to fight with all she had before giving into to these disgusting men. But the real worry was if anyone knew she was gone.

It seemed like hours before anyone made a move to enter the room. Things had been knocked over, scooted around, and broken from her desperate attempt of finding an escape, but the room was sealed tight with no escape…

“Trying to escape?” One man asked as walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair, laughing. “Your head with fetch for a pretty price after the devil shows himself. Heard he was on his way now, but we’re ready.”

Mc scoffed, did this man really think he could bring down Nobunaga? The man was a beast when it came to fighting and his vessels too. He was clever and powerful, two rare combinations. And his right and left hand men were no different. She didn’t much care for Mitsuhide… Everything about him sent red flags up her head and sirens to going wailing. But Hideyoshi? He was like a mother, or father, to everyone always looking out for everyone and taking great care of Nobunaga. Though she would never say this, Nobunaga was like a child sometimes and Hideyoshi was the mom who would scold him.

The man let her go as sounds from outside caught both their attentions. “So it begins!” He laughed, Mc cringing at the awful smell of his breath. That would be smart. Get drunk before a fight. But anything could happen and before long it did. The door burst open, revealing none other than the white haired kitsune of a man. The last person she wanted to see. Luckily Masumane was beside him, giving a smirk at her, making a smile form of her face. At last she was saved!

Every night after that she refused to go alone into town. Many people attempted to take her even when she had guards. But every time she would be saved by Mitsuhide… Was it he just wasn’t doing anything and everyone else was kinda busy? Or maybe Hideyoshi or Nobunaga told him to go… Thinking about it made her a little sad and disappointed, but she pushed the thought away as fast as they came.

That night something felt off as her fingers weaved the needle into and out of the fabric. The air was filled with something sinister, but she thought it was just her being paranoid. After a few more minutes of sewing she packed up her mess and made her way to bed. But something still didn’t feel right as she tossed and turned under her sheets. Sleep was not coming tonight apparently…

As she stared up at the ceiling above, a shuffling caught her attention. Her face lit up thinking Sasuke had come to her, but the shuffling was to loud… He was always so quiet when sneaking in. She sat up and began cautiously making her way to the door, sliding it open and stepping outside, only to bump into a hard object. The man stared down at her with cold eyes and a malicious aura surrounded him.

“Exactly who I wanted. Seems Lord Kenyo was right about your room,” he spoke quietly. Before Mc could scream the man wrapped his hands around her throat, slamming her to the floor with brute force. The fall cause the wind to get knocked out of her and her desperate clawing at his hands around her throat only worsened the lack of oxygen. Panic was rising along with her heart race, her vision going from black to color to random spots as it changed. How long was this to go on? Till she was dead?! Why did she get the short end of the stick in her life? The faint blurr of something white moved across her vision before she was succumbed by the infinite darkness.

The darkness was not temporary either… Mc woke up from sleeping from who knows how long to nothing but darkness. Was she still asleep? Was this some nightmare? Maybe she was dead and someone decided to not give her vision? The thoughts were endless as she felt around her. The sheets were familiar and the room felt warm, which meant it must have been day time. A sad realization finally sunk in… This wasn’t a dream and she could not see…

The door slid open her head turning towards it and panicking on who it could be. “Why are you staring at the wall?” A familiar sassy tone filled her ears and mind with relief.

“Ieyasu! I-I can’t see!” She said frantically as his movement quickened towards her grabbing her face abruptly and gazing into her eyes. He cursed under his breath as he moved quickly. “Ieyasu, what’s going on? What are you doing?!” She asked before hearing him leave. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she stood up feeling her way to the door before opening it. “You can’t just leave me like that Ieyasu!” She cried out gripping onto his arm. Mitsuhide looked down at her with surprise as she gripped her arm. Something was immediately off about her, she stared at the ground and was touching him. The latter would never happen in this life time.

He said nothing as he lead her back into her room, only humming and making sounds so she couldn’t detect he wasn’t Ieyasu. She rambled on about how scared she was, Mitsuhide staying silent and letting her confide in him. But the moment was short lived as Ieyasu walked in.

“Who is that Ieyasu?” She asked looking to the door only to get an irritated reply.

“What do you mean? I just walked in,” Ieyasu spoke. Then who had she been talking too?! The person didn’t give any signals on who they were or any sounds for that matter. So who?

“Seems I have been discovered… Such a shame, I wish you well.” The deep voice shook every fiber in her body. She had been talking to him?! Mitsuhide of all people! The one person she didn’t want to ever trust or associate with. But he listened to her this whole time… Not saying anything and just listening… Ieyasu would have told her to stop talking cause he needed to work on her so he could hurry home, most likely complaining the whole time. But Mitsuhide stayed and let her confide in him, knowing she didn’t like him. It was honestly really sweet of him. A part in her finally decided that he wasn’t so bad.

And it didn’t stop there. Ieyasu came to the conclusion that when the guy had choked her she lost blood circulation to the eyes and will have temporary blindness for a while. He said for her to rest but how long was a while? An hour? A week? What if she was blind when her three months were up and couldn’t go home? Anxiety was a pain in moments like these… But there was no way she was going to sit around in her room waiting for the magical moment her vision returns.

Mc was not going to let her eyesight stop her from her duties as Chatelaine. She needed to learn to adapt in case it lasted forever. So that morning she got up, dressed her self with the help of a few maids and made her way out of the room. It was the first time in a few days she had been out, her hand on the wall as walked down the halls.

“What are you doing out of your room?” A familiar voice filled her ears as she smiled. Warm hands grabbed her arms and started leading her back to her room. She came this far out she can’t turn back.

“Hideyoshi I’m fine!” Mc exclaimed as she stopped and smiled. “I can’t let this stop me from doing everyday life activities.” She tried to reason, but mama Hide was not having any of it as he pulled her along, a gentle hand on her back.

“Rest makes the healing process quicker. You and Lord Nobunaga need to learn that,” he said firmly making her roll her eyes.

“If you went blind would you just quit being Nobunaga’s vassal?” She asked. Yes she was pulling the cheap Use-Nobunaga-To-Get-Your-Way trick, and it had worked cause he stopped and sighed. It was quiet for a few minutes as he thought to himself before speaking.

“Fine. But I’m assigning someone to help you around. Most likely a maid or something. Your happiness and health are first priorities.” Hideyoshi sighed as he patted her on the head. “Stay here okay?” He asked, Mc nodding in response, as he hurried off to go get the person he knew would best fit the role.

He knocked on the door of Mitsuhide’s room, waiting for the door to open. Mitsuhide and Mc were not as close as everyone else was with her. Others have noticed her anxiety towards him and Hideyoshi wanted them to get along better and hopefully not have her think he is all bad.

The door opened revealing the white haired man himself, who looked clearly surprised Hideyoshi was at his door. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Mitsuhide spoke in a smooth tone, his eyes narrowing slightly as a smile formed on his face. Deep down he had feeling what Hideyoshi wanted, but he wanted the pleasure of knowing he was right when the man told him.

“Mc is wanting to be useful, I don’t understand why she won’t just listen and rest. She is as bad as Lord Nobunaga!” Hideyoshi stressed as he crossed his arms, shaking his head.

“How dreadful…” Mitsuhide said sarcastically as he smiled even more at the man's frustration.

“I’m asking you to watch over her and help her around.” Hideyoshi’s words shocked him greatly. Him help her? But why was the question. After the first day incident Mc had not spoken to him and he had not spoken to her. But his questions were answered quickly, “You and her need to learn that you are allies, not an enemy. Become friends maybe?”

Mitsuhide simply laughed at the words. They were far from enemies but far from allies. Maybe being ‘friends’ was okay with them. Though he wasn’t to sure about actually being her ‘friend’. He had no use for them. After a short discussion Mitsuhide agreed and was off to the spot Hideyoshi left her.

Mc stood there, greeting people who walked by as she held onto the wall so she didn’t lose her place. “Hideyoshi are you back?” She called out smiling in his direction as another pair of feet walked close by.

“Yep I’m back, I got a cook from the kitchen to help you out. Mc meet Ayato.” Hideyoshi said smiling at the name he came up for Mitsuhide. Though the white haired man didn’t seem to pleased with the name change, but played along nonetheless.

“Hello my lady,” he said in a softer voice. Mc didn’t notice a thing before smiling at him with a clueless face. The day went on after that, her talking to him about anything and everything while he helped her navigate and do her daily chores. The hardest part about being blind was that her feet had no sense of what forward meant… So her arm was around his most of the time when they walked. Mc couldn’t help but notice the muscles he had under the kimono… How could a women not? It was right there and she just couldn’t resist ‘accidentally’ feeling his arm up.

“Enjoying my arm?” Mitsuhide, or Ayato, said chuckling softly. Mc’s face went red when she realized she was caught.

“W-what? No, I can’t see anything right now and was just… Feeling around to get a grasp on things,” she only blushed more as her mind screamed at her to just shut up and stop talking. They both began laughing together, helping her calm down from the embarrassment.

Days went on like this. The two getting closer and closer as they both helped each other out, talking about issues they both had. She even trusted him enough to say she was from the future. It shocked Ayato but he was extremely curious about where she was from. How did she live? What did she do? Where did she live? What was a car? Women do what now? The war ended how? Mitsuhide must say he was taken aback but the future concept, but how else did she mysteriously appear that night?

Mc had made an image of what Ayato looked like in her mind. A tall buff man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Handsome at that too. She never bothered asking what he looked like, feeling it would be rude and his looks didn’t matter much to her. He was sweet and caring and helpful, the looks were nothing compared to it. But after a month she could officially say she was adjusted. Still requesting him to help her around a lot, just to have him near to talk to her.

On the first week of the new month, her eyes had begun to feel weird, maybe it was because she was blind? Or maybe she had an eyelash in there? She didn’t know, but she gripped onto Ayato’s arm as they walked, him saying he wanted to take her to lunch in town. Happily she accepted, getting a tiny bit dressed up for this and walked to her door. The walk wasn’t a long one as they entered the place and he helped her sit down. Mitsuhide whispered something to the waiter, who laughed and nodded. “What was that about?” She asked looking towards him.

“Nothing my dear,” he spoke smiling at her as they ordered some food. It was delicious, even though she couldn’t see it her taste was heightened by the lack of eyesight. They talked and laughed with one another for a while, telling each other jokes and talking about what they wanted in the future. But all good things end eventually, but this time it was a good end. Stuffed with food and tea, they paid and walked back home.

As they walked into the doors Mc smiled, she could see lights! “Ayato I think my vision is returning!” She spoke excitedly as colors morphed to make shapes around her.

“It seems my help is done here,” He said smiling at her as he kissed her hand, “It was a pleasure of being to your service my lady, but I’m afraid I’ve been slacking with work these past few weeks and Hideyoshi and Nobunaga are most disappointed.” He said in his normal voice. Mc frowned, but before she could say anything, a glimpse of golden eyes and white hair, though blurred, caught her attention. Damn snake… she thought but smiled at him anyways. She was going to get him back when she her sight returned.

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thatoneidiotdts · 6 years ago

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Mirio Togata x Bakugou’s older sister! Reader

gifs aren’t mine

Reader is bakugo’s older sister

Everyone is refers to you as Bakugou , and everyone refers to Katsuki as Katsuki

Feel free to request

Warning : huge spoilers for the manga !!!!

You were one of the best student in the whole UA

Everybody knew you as a hot headed loner

You were really tall , like 7 feet tall

So nobody tried to harass you

At first everyone tried to become your friend

You refused to be friends with anyone

Even The big 3 tried to be friends with you but you refused

The truth is that Mirio has a big crush on you

You didn't want to destroy your good grades with hanging out and other stupid things

You believed you didn't need friends

UA is business and business only, there were no room for friends or relationships

Mirio was annoying in your opinion

You just kinda brushed him off

You cared a lot about your brother and parents

When you heard that Katsuki was going to UA you felt so proud

The first day of 3rd year you came with a smirk on your face

"What are you smiling about Bakugou ?" Mirio asked

"My little brother is going to UA!!!" you said with pride in your voice, and that was the first time you ever answered the one of Mirio's question

Once you and your brother were out and your brother whispered in your ear "(Y/n) don't turn around , there is a blond son of a bitch looking at you"

You whispered back "Is anybody with him?"

"A dude who looks looks like a Sasuke-wannabe and some blue haired hyped up bitch" katsuki whispered to you

You instantly knew who was that

"Where are they?" you asked quietly "Near the cashier " he said back

"Go order something , maybe you can hear what are they talking about" you whispered quietly

Katsuki went pale but soon nodded and got up

When he got back he started to talk about UA

While he was doing so he wrote lines and dots in a pattern with his finger, it was in the Morse code , Both of you knew the Morse code so you read the message easily

The girl was giving the blond guy some dating tips

You and Katsuki decided to go home

When you got home your brother started to scream in anger about how the dude was not good enough for you and that he will beat him up if he comes close to you

Your mom just slapped him and told him to chill the fuck down

You two explained the situation and she started to laugh

"Maybe he has a crush on you!!" Your mother teased you

"He wont even touch her until I'm 6 feet under the ground for a year to make sure I'm 100% dead!!!" Your brother yelled

You escaped the two and walked into your room , closed the door and fell face first on your bed

You tried to hate Mirio for liking you but ..... did he really deserve this ?

He was just a sweet guy who was wasting his time on you

You liked him back but you were to stubborn to confess your feelings to him

You wanted to confess but you knew it may ruin almost everything you've done over the last few years in UA

The next day you saw a bracelet with a small silver grenade attached to it in your locker

You were kinda surprised for few seconds

You placed the bracelet on your hand and went to the classroom

When Mirio saw the bracelet on your wrist he smiled

At the end of the day when you two were walking home you grabbed his hand and kissed him on the cheek

"Thanks for the bracelet dipshit" you said and walked off

He turned into a blushing , red mess

Some time passed and you and Mirio started to talk more

One day you didn't appear at school

Mirio got kinda worried so he went to 1-A class to ask your baby brother about it

He couldn't find Katsuki so he asked the others

Kirishima explained that Katsuki was kidnapped by the league of Villains

Mirio got even more worried

He knew how much did Katsuki mean to you

After school he decided to go and visit you

He knocked on your door

Nothing

He decided to open the door and what he saw broke his heart

For the first time he saw you show an emotion that isn't anger

He saw your sadness and fear

You didn't even notice him

He stayed with you trough the whole night , talking to you and making you feel better

When Katsuki was back you felt relieved

You decided that it was time for Mirio to meet the whole Bakugou family

You all went to a fancy dinner and it all went well

One night you received a call from the hospital

They said that Mirio was shot with a bullet containing a quirk destroying drug

Your blood ran cold as you heard the doctor's words

You quickly made your way to the hospital

You soon got to Mirio's hospital room and opened the door

You saw him look out of a window but when he turned around he smiled lightly

You ran up to him and hugged him "Are you alright ?" You asked quietly

The moment you asked him the question the smile on his face slowly faded away "No I'm not fine " He said quietly "I can't be a hero any more , not without a quirk" he continued

"Mirio you saved that girl's LIFE you are still a hero , my hero, you are still THE one and only Lemilion , you are the love of my life "you said

He tried to say something but you cut him off with a kiss

That was you first kiss with Mirio , it was passionate, slow and soft

He felt safe and loved

Once you two pulled away he decided to speak "Do you really mean that ?" He asked quietly

"Of course you dipshit " you said and kissed him again

After he was released from the hospital he was still studying at the UA

That summer Mirio got his quirk back

Now you both were 23 , you adopted Eri and lived as pro heros

It was Mirio's birthday and you wanted to give him the best gift ever

You all gather around the living room, his and your family were there too, everyone was talking to each other , telling stories and best moments of their lifes

"Mirio" you asked " Yes ?" He responded

You gently grabbed his hand "Can I ask you something?" You asked

"Anything you want " he answered

You got on one knee and looked up to him "Mirio Togata , ever since I meet you I knew you were some one special , and that one day I will hold you close to my heart forever , you were always there when I needed you the most , and when you lost your quirk you were still positive with a brightest smile I've ever seen. So I'm going to ask you a question that may change our lives forever . Will you marry me and be mine forever ?" As the words fell from your lips everyone gasped around you

Soon Mirio let out a loud "Yes !!" And hugged you tightly

Everyone started to cheer around you two as you both cried tears of happiness and joy

Not even a few monts later you two got married

You two started a family of your own and those kids grew up to be heros like you two were

But that is a different story for another time

#bnha mirio #mha mirio #mirio x reader #my hero academia mirio #bnha #katsuki bakugou #angst #fluff #bnha fluff #bnha angst #x female reader #female

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darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts · 6 years ago

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Senpai!!!! May I request a gaming evening with the warlords and Sasuke either always winning or losing? Idc which game 😘😘😘 i love u

@colivara The possibilities for this tickled me. I have a mind for a certain game that was driving my family a little mad this last holiday season. I hope you enjoy my little musing.

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Writer: In a wormhole far far away... oh no sorry hang on a minute I'm getting my tales messed up with some other long popular saga. Clears throat. That’s better, now where was I? Oh yes.

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Azuchi castle had been a hive of activity all day. News travelled fast around the servants that they were to play host to some visiting warlords. No one had expected it to be these warlords though.

“I fail to see the benefit to being here.” Shingen muttered as he pushed around a cube of bean jelly on his plate.

“I agree.” Agreed Yukimura who was sitting next to him in the audience chamber.

“Feel free to leave at any point.” Ieyasu wasn’t exactly pleased to see the Tiger of Kai or his little puppy. In fact, he was practically bristling.

“I think I might stay here forever.” Shingen heard the young warlords remark and decided to meet it with a teasing joke. He made a show of popping the sweet bean jelly into his mouth smiling as he looked over at the enemy.

“Over my dead body.” Hideyoshi called out. He was even less pleased. The presence of so many of the enemy in one place was one thing, but they were inside the castle right now. Lord Nobunaga could be in danger.

“That can be arranged.” Kenshin’s icy tone cut through the already tense atmosphere. his hand twitching on the hilt of his blade.

Nobunaga and Mitsuhide were sipping sake watching the verbal tennis match unfold. Neither said anything to anyone else except occasionally to each other. Masamune who had been helping the staff in the kitchen arrived at this point with a platter of food. Mitsunari had his nose in a book sitting like a rather cute, all be it oblivious, statue by Ieyasu.

“Lord Kenshin!...” Sasuke called out putting himself in front of the blade happy warlord halting his advance. “My Lords, I apologise for my late arrival. I see you were able to remain entertained.”

“That is one way to put it.” Yukimura crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall.

“I suppose there is a reason you called us all here ninja?” Nobunaga addressed the one that was responsible for that note on his desk resulting in this pantomime in his castle.

“Yes. I was talking to Mc and we both discovered that we were part of extracurricular games groups in school.”

“Extra Kur-ick-u-er?” Mitsunari attempted to repeat the new foreign-sounding word. Ieyasu had the strategists glasses in his hand so Mitsunari looked a little like he was coming around from a trance as he adjusted to the world.

“Sounds interesting.” Masa joined the group smiling.

“Sounds like an illness.” Ieyasu stated flatly.

“Oh if it’s an ailment Lord Ieyasu is sure to find a cure. He is a very gifted healer.”

“Mitsunari?”

“Yes, Lord Ieyasu?”

“Shut up.”

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After a short while of explaining things to the gathered warlords, and dropping in the fact that Mc looked really happy with the idea that they were all going to have a games night together. All of the warlords in assembly suddenly became a lot calmer and decided to choose a game they liked the look of.

Sasuke had spent a great deal of time working with Mc to try to recreate at least a few games. It had been fun sourcing the materials and then attempting to make everything as close as they could to the modern versions.

There was Battleships which was left resembling the original game. The only difference was the ships. The ships they were using were modelled on Pirate and the Portuguese trade ships.

Monopoly was created and adjusted. The areas were names of domains, there were tea houses instead of hotels. Community chest cards became cards from the Emporer and the cards of Chance became fate and fortune cards. The figures were a little different too there was the usual dog, cat and boat. But the rest were a ground spike, a katana, a horse, a cooking pot and a Ladle. The money was different coloured dried beans.

Cluedo was changed so it became rooms around the castle. The players were just coloured figures. The weapons had minor tweaks for historical understanding but was otherwise left.

And there was one surprise finishing game that was perhaps the easiest to recreate. Pictionary.

Sasuke made his way around each group of warlords explained the rules and how to play each game and then joined them for a few games on each.

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“There is no way you can keep finding them like that!” Yukimura exclaimed as Sasuke once more made a direct hit on one of his boats.

“I’m sorry but the board is basically a grid in a series of rather simple mathematical equations you can...” Sasuke began to explain how it could be done unaware of the glazed over expression Yuki was making trying to keep up with what he was being told.

“Ok ok I get it YOU can do it. why don’t you just move on the next guys huh?” Yuki gave Sasuke a little push as he tried to get him to move. After that, he sat and stared that the board in silence as if trying to figure it out.

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“How did you managed to buy up all that domain?” Ieyasu asked looking at the three slots that should have been the prime locations that included Mayfair.

“It is luck with the dice and knowledge of what to buy where.” Sasuke pushed his glasses back on his nose as he replied devoid of expression even if his heart felt like it was going wild in his chest speaking to his idol.

“But the rest of the teahouses are all scattered what makes those three up there so important?” Masa looks down at the board a little confused. He understood gaining territory and how it could affect others but this game had no war it was all money... well beans.

“I’m afraid if I explained to greatly I might risk upsetting the balance of the game in the future.” Sasuke looked away from the game as he tried to think how best to continue but his thoughts were interrupted.

“Hey don't just put your hand in the coin purse!” Ieyasu cried out and smacked the back of Masa’s hand as he reached for the coin purse that was acting as the bank that held all the beans.

“What? I passed that space there that means I get 10 beans.”

“Yes, but you can’t just go helping yourself.” Ieyasu chastized his friend before becoming aware that he had just smacked him over a stupid future game and became uncomfortably embarrassed about it. “I can’t believe you decided to be the Ladle that is such a dumb piece.”

“Hey, Man don’t underestimate the power of a good ladle.”

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“Why is there no dungeon on this board?” Kenshin asked as he looked over the rooms once more.

“Probably because the Princess might play it. Do you really expect an Angel like her to walk around a dungeon in a game?” Shingen scoffed as he drank from his sake cup waiting for his turn on the board.

“I don’t see what is wrong with it. Dungeons in Kasugayama are practically guest rooms.” Kenshin said proudly. In his opinion, no other castle could reach the level of his beloved home.

“Funny that’s what Mitsuhide calls ours.” Nobunaga chuckled as he finished moving his figure on the board. “Mitsunari exactly what are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry I was just reading the cards I had closer.” Mitsunari had been leaning over engrossed in reading and rereading the details on each card, nearly missing his turn.

“Well, it’s your turn.”

“Can I make a guess without rolling and moving anywhere? I’m gonna say it was Mitsuhide in the Tenshu with a rifle.” Mitsunari beamed brightly as he made a guess.

“Why exactly am I always the prime suspect?” Mitsuhide asked acting hurt by the accusation.

“Probably because out of all of us you are the most suspicious.” Hideyoshi replied back as fast as ever.

“Why Hideyoshi I had no idea you thought so much about me. I’m sorry to inform you though I have plans later this evening so I won’t be available for any little trysts.” Mitsuhide smiled meaningfully in such a way as to purposefully give the wrong impression whilst leaving just enough confusion so he could innocently wriggle free of any repercussions.

“Well, tha- what tryst!?” Hideyoshi blushed furiously as he glared at the castle kitsune.

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Games night was a success. well, a success in the sense that both sets of enemy warlords had gathered and remained in the same room as each other without it resulting in a bloodbath.

“So who wins?” Masa called out to Sasuke as all the games came to an end.

“Wins?” Sasuke felt a little like he had missed part of a conversation. In the future, they had very different ideas about games.

That wasn't to say people didn’t win or lose but it was not something that typically came to the end of the night where you declared an overall winner in order to prevent a very real declaration of war.

“Yeah, there has to be a winner or else what is the point?” Masa nodded and several of the other warlords agreed.

“Well, I do have one final game.” Sasuke picked up the last box of games. “What you do is...”

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Mc came into the audience chamber after the warlords had all made their way to rooms for the night in the castle. Breakfast in the morning was going to be fun. Moving to Sasuke’s side she started to gather the various parts to games and returned them to the boxes.

Sasuke was standing there hardly moving at all. for a second or two Mc considered the possibility that he had somehow fallen asleep whilst standing. But she could see him blinking behind his glasses.

“Er... Sasuke?”

“Oh! Mc.” Sasuke blinked several times as if trying to regain focus on her.

“Are you ok?” Mc asked still a little concerned for her friend.

“Yes yes, I’m fine. Thanks for helping with the cleanup.”

“No problem. So how did it go? Did you win any of the games?” She happily asked as she stacked the boxes at the side of the room out of the way.

“Oh erm no not exactly.”

“Oh... that’s a shame.” Mc looked as if she was thinking about something before continuing. “Still, I know how competitive the guys can get so its probably really difficult to win against them even with brand new games. Better luck next time huh?” Sasuke silently nodded he wasn’t trying to ignore her he was just preoccupied right now. “I’m going to go to the kitchen and see if there is some onigiri or something are you coming?” Mc walked to the door and stopped waiting for his reply.

“Yes. I’ll be there in a minute.” Satisfied with that she left in search of food.

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It was during clean up that Sasuke had made a discovery. In his hands, he currently held not an autograph but a drawing made by his idol. it had missed being torn up after that argument broke out about it looking nothing like what it was supposed to be.

He might not have “won” any of the games showcased tonight but at this moment in time, Sasuke felt like he was holding in his hand the grand prize of the evening.

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yangssunglasses · 7 years ago

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Ooohhh! I just saw you asking for prompts, and I got a bit excited! I love your fics! Ehrm, Sasuke's reaction when he finds out Sakura has a work husband? He's been away for so long and I've always been a sucker for jealous/doesn't-know-his-standing-in-sakura's-life Sasuke!

AN: Thank you! I hope you’ll like the fic!

Available on ffnet.

Work Husband

Ever since returning from his longsecret mission, Sasuke was slowly getting used to the normal rhythmof life in the village. For years he’d only known the uncertainty oftravel to faraway lands filled with unknown dangers, so adjusting thepeaceful daily routine wasn’t so daunting in comparison. Sasuke wasalready set in his ways, but he saw value in learning about thechanges in technology and society, even if he wasn’t going to use orcare much about them. Some would call him old-fashioned (Naruto cameto mind), but that was just the way that Sasuke was. His wife anddaughter didn’t have any issue with it and their opinion was the onlyone that mattered to him.

However, there was a certain noveltySasuke wasn’t prepared for.

One day at the Uchiha familybreakfast, Sakura looked up at the clock and shot up from her seat inpanic.

“Oh no, I’m going to be late towork! Ken-kun will kill me!” she cried out, frantically searchingfor her phone.

“Behind you,” Sarada pointed outhelpfully. Sakura grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter andstashed it in her purse. “And don’t be so dramatic, Ken-san adoresyou.”

“You don’t know how much thispresentation means to him! I need to be there, I promised him!”Sakura replied. “Anyway, I have to go! Bye, darling, Sarada!” sheexclaimed and rushed out.

Sarada got up too and collected thedirty dishes to wash them in the sink. “That Mama…” shegrumbled.

“Does this happen often?” Sasukeasked in amusement as he joined her in the kitchen. He took a dishragto dry the clean dishes she passed to him.

“Not really, usually mom gets upearlier so she doesn’t have to rush,” Sarada informed him.

Sasuke realized that he was the one toblame for this. Not only he had kept Sakura up late last night justtalking about everything that came to mind (and they still had somany years of catching up to do), but also he almost hadn’t let herout of the bed this morning. Waking up to next to her sleepingpeacefully facing him, with pink hair spilled over the pillowangelically reminded him how much he’d missed her warm presence inhis life, which resulted in a spontaneous make-out session when shewoke up.

Sarada turned off the faucet and movedto help him with drying.

“Leave it, I can finish this,” hetold her.

“Thanks, Papa,” Sarada said. Shetook off the apron and went to grab her things. He heard her groanand turned to see what happened.

“Papa, mom forgot her lunch. I havetraining with my team and then a mission today, so could you bring itto her?” his daughter explained. Sasuke mentally ran through hisactivities for the day. He could fit in a lunch delivery… but he’dmake Sakura pay for it in some way. He smirked to himself andpolished the plate in his hand.

“Sure.”

“Great! I can’t believe she forgotit all because of Ken-san’s presentation! It’s not like it’s soearth-shattering,” Sarada commented as she went to the entryway toput on her sandals.

“Who is this Ken?” Sasuke gaveinto the curiosity. Sakura hadn’t mentioned this name before, buttoday he inadvertently became the main topic.

“Ken-san? Oh, he’s mom’s workhusband,” Sarada said. “I’m going out, bye Papa!” The doorclosed behind her, so she didn’t get to see Sasuke’s reaction.Otherwise, she would have probably gotten a good laugh at hisexpense.

Sasuke entirely froze in place,expression blank as his mind processed the new information. It wassomething he’d never heard about and so it was hard to grasp itsmeaning, especially in the context of his wife. His brows scrunchedin confusion as he worked through this conundrum.

Work husband.

Work. Husband.

Sakura had someone called a workhusband.

This Ken, whoever the man was, wasSakura’s work husband.

Sakura, who was Sasuke’s wife.

Sasuke was her husband. The one shemarried, the one she promised to stay by his side, forever. The manshe shared a life, a home, a bed with.

But… he didn’t work alongside her.Their careers had gone separate ways a long time ago. He’d neverthought it was an issue, instead he always viewed it as a blessing.

Even during the lonely years on theroad, away from her, Sasuke was secure in the knowledge of theirmutual connection. It was unbreakable and transcending through timeand space.

Then why was another man now gettingthe title of Sakura’s ‘work husband’? What did Ken do to deserve it?Did that mean Sasuke was her husband only in the house? Why would sheeven need a ‘work husband’? Is this some new strange modern custom?

Sasuke was so out of sorts that hedropped the plate he was holding. Only thanks to his incredible ninjareflexes he managed to catch it before it landed on the ground. TheUchiha didn’t pay it any mind as he still struggled with the idea ofSakura having another 'husband.’

Sasuke had no idea what was going onbetween Sakura and this Ken and why Sarada was okay with this, but heintended to find out.

He put the dry dishes in the cabinetand took Sakura’s forgotten lunch box.

Operation Lunch Delivery would be agood start of his investigation.

Sasuke’s tracking skills allowed himto locate Sakura in no time. She was locked in a conference room inthe Hokage Tower with a group of important-looking people. The manpresenting before them had to be Ken. From the well-concealed spot onthe tree outside the window Sasuke assessed the so-called 'workhusband’. Ken was tall, dark-haired and definitely younger thanSakura, around twenty-five years old at most. He also worerectangular glasses, giving him a more professional, mature look. Interms of physicality he seemed to keep up with his ninja training,but in chakra capacity he was only average. Sasuke could wipe thefloor with him if it was ever necessary.

During the length of the entirepresentation, Sasuke also didn’t miss Sakura frequently sendingenthusiastic smiles to Ken and nodding in agreement whenever he madea point. He told himself that this was nothing out of ordinary, justSakura being her cheerful and supportive self. He chose to ignore thegouge in the tree bark left after he’d gripped it too hard when he’dseen one of her special sparkling smiles directed at the other man.

After the meeting, Sakura approachedKen in the hallway. They exchanged a few words and then she leanedup. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as his wife kissed theman on the cheek in public. Fora moment, his chakra flared out of control and Sakura’s head whippedquickly towards the window, sensing him nearby.

There was noreason to hide anymore, so Sasuke transported before her with achakra flicker.

“Sasuke-kun?”she asked, no doubt wondering why he was there.

He showed thelunch box to her. “You forgot this.”

Sakura blushed alittle in embarrassment. “Ah, sorry about that. Thanks for bringingmy lunch, but you didn’t have to. I’m taking out Ken-kun here tocelebrate,” she said, gesturing at the younger man next to her.“Ken-kun, this is Sasuke-kun, my husband,” she finished theintroductions.

“Hello,Uchiha-san, it’s great to finally meet you,” Ken said and held outhis hand for a handshake.

Sasuke grunted andgave him a passing glance of acknowledgment. Ken retracted his handafter a few seconds.

Sakura stepped in,breaking up the awkward moment. “We’re going to the sushi place onthe main street for lunch. I know, how about you come with us? Youwouldn’t mind if Sasuke-kun tagged along, Ken-kun?”

“The more, themerrier,” the man said with a strained smile.

“Sasuke-kun?”

Sasuke considered.He knew that Sakura didn’t like that he’d treated her colleague withsuch disregard. She wanted him to make up for it but she wasn’t goingto push him into accepting the offer.

And it was hischance to observe them openly, ruining what suspiciously looked likea possible date.

“Very well,”Sasuke agreed, enjoying Sakura’s surprised, but pleased expression.

The lunch wasspent in a civil atmosphere. Sasuke stayed his quiet and taciturnself, giving only short answers whenever one of them tried to bringhim into the conversation. Soon, Sakura and Ken engaged in adiscussion of the meeting from which Sasuke gleaned that Ken hadpresented a new plan of expanding the research division, whichrequired a substantial budget. Basically, the man had persuaded thevillage to give him the funds for his project.

Sasuke was contentwith just sitting next to Sakura and cataloging her every expressionand reaction, as well as the corresponding body language of Ken. Thelonger he watched them, the calmer he felt. They really behaved likeany other pair of coworkers who got along well and shared manyprofessional topics to talk about. This however still left himpuzzled over the 'work husband’ thing.

He loosened up bythe time the three of them parted ways after lunch and he even noddedin goodbye to Ken. The man was clearly no threat. It occurred toSasuke that Sarada might have pranked him. It was embarrassing thathe fell for it.

He resolved toforget about this entire matter.

But Sakura didn’t.

“I can’t believeyou acted so rude to Ken-kun!” she fumed moments after returninghome from work. “He’s a really sweet and good person, he didn’tdeserve that from you.”

Sasuke noddedwithout argument, choosing the safe option to let her rant and blowoff the steam. She gave him a detailed account of Ken’s goodnesswhich had him rolling his eyes discreetly.

It was late in theevening. Sasuke was waiting in the bed for Sakura to join him. Shecame straight from the bath, pink, flushed and a little damp,catching his attention in a sensual way a wife captivates herhusband. He flashed back to the happenings of the morning and whatremained unfinished between them.

Sakura slippedunder the covers on her side of the bed, then she switched off thelamp on her night stand.

Sasuke reachedover and stroked her bare arm lightly. “Sakura,” he said her namedeeply, letting her know what was on his mind.

She sighed andremoved his hand. “Sorry, Sasuke-kun, I really need to get somesleep tonight.”

“Sleep with me,”he suggested.

“Tempting offer,but I can’t. I have to be on time. I’m heading a brain surgery withKen-kun and I need to be well-rested.”

Sasuke scowled.Hearing all the day about that guy was tiresome, but this was thelast straw. He was overcome by a wave of intense resentment.

“Would youprefer if he was here instead of me?” Sasuke snapped.

“What?” Sakuraasked, staring at him in utter surprise. “What are you saying?”

Sasuke turned hisback to her. “Nothing,” he grumbled.

Sakura gentlytouched his shoulder and pulled him back. “You wouldn’t mention itif it was nothing. I know something was bothering you today. What’sgoing on, Sasuke-kun? Please tell me.” She peered into his facepleadingly, stroking his bicep.

Sasuke exhaledwith tired frustration. “Sarada said that he is your work husband.”

“Yeah, and?”Sakura pressed for him to continue.

Sasuke stared ather. How could she not get it? “I am your husband,” he reminded.

“Of course,Sasuke-kun. But what about Ken-kun? Sarada told you he’s my workhusband and?”

“I thought shepranked me.”

“Why? Saradawouldn’t lie to you like this.”

“How did hebecome your… other husband?” Sasuke finally asked, wincing at thephrasing. “Was it because I wasn’t around?”

“My other…?But he’s not… Wait.” Sakura’s eyes widened as she finallyunderstood. “You’ve got it all wrong!” she said with a chuckle.“Sasuke-kun, what do you think 'work husband’ means?”

“…I don’tknow,” he admitted gruffly.

“Well, it’s thisperson at work that I like to talk to and always brings me myfavourite coffee and remembers my birthday. 'Work husband’ or 'workwife’ is just a joking way to call someone like that,” Sakuraexplained.

“I see,”Sasuke replied with relief. Now things made more sense to him.

She gave him amischievous look. “What, were you jealous, darling?”

“Hmph. No.”

Sakura giggled,seeing through his thinly-veiled lie. “If you say so.” She leanedcloser to him. “What if I kissed him here,” she pressed her softlips to Sasuke’s cheek chastely to illustrate, “would you bejealous then?” She gave him a knowing look. She must have figuredeverything out.

“Annoying,”Sasuke grumbled at her.

“Or here,” shesaid, pecking his brow. “What then?” She fluttered her eyelashesteasingly.

“Sakura, don’ttest me…” Sasuke trailed off in a warning, but she was far fromending her fun.

“Maybe here?”Sakura kissed the tip of his nose and he had enough.

With a growl heturned her over on her back and straddled her. He was going topersonally show her all the places where only the husband wasallowed to kiss her.

Her real and onlyhusband, not some fake from work.

#my fanfiction #sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction

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elegiesforshiva · 7 years ago

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Ghosts I: Crowning (Part One)

Masterpost

Sakura lost her innocence in a way no person ever should, but in a way that too many kunoichi did all the same.

It was after the remnants of Team 7 had tried to retrieve Sasuke and yet again failed. His painstaking laugh and attempts on their lives still came to her as nightly visions, disturbing her sleep.

"Forehead, are you sure you're okay?" Ino had asked. And Sakura insisted she was.

"I can tell when you're lying, kid, so quit bull shitting me," Tsunade told her between swigs of a blue bottle. "I'm going to give you something easy, just to keep your mind off of things. I think you could use it." Sakura didn't protest.

And when she was sent on a mission that should have been child's play with Neji, Shino, and Ino, she shouldn't have found herself in this predicament: chakra depleted from the sloppy use of poorly timed punches and jutsus, body marred with open wounds that she didn't trust her muddled head to heal with necessary precision. Probably suffering from a low grade poisoning too.

But all she felt was the weight of Shikamaru's request, Kakashi's contrition, Naruto's burden. And all she saw was Sasuke. SasukeSasukeSasuke—his expression a coalescence of suffering and amusement, the blue heat of his fingertips surging towards her skull.

She saw his red eyes peering down as she lied on that cold floor. His Sharingan was blazing, black stars spiraling. They belittle her, tell her that she's worthless—Who the hell are you going to save? You can’t even save yourself. Sakura didn't want to believe them but his cool indifference towards her was right all along and there was nothing that could refute it now. She was on the wooden floorboards of a motel and she was going to die by two low ranking, defected shinobi.

"She's injured and chakra depleted," one of the shinobi said, his long auburn hair draped across his face like a curtain made of dried blood. "This is over."

The other shinobi pinned her with a grin so wide it mocked every notion that sanity ever existed. "Finally!" he said while he wiped the sweat off his brow, smearing her blood and debris on his face. "Let's have some fun with her, eh Rishu?"

Sakura felt her head throb and suddenly her stomach churned with something other than pain. The red haired shinobi declined with a casual annoyance. “You’re disgusting.” He turned away. "Don't take too long, I doubt she came alone. Hanja might need reinforcements."

"Pfft. Hanja's a powerhouse, he'll be fine."

"Don't take long," he repeated.

And then she was alone with a man with short brown hair, deep purple eyes, and a maniacal grin. She panted hard, her body stiff, and her vision hazed. Her panicked pulse drummed out all other noise, demanding for her to move.

But she couldn't. She was petrified from the way his eyes roamed over her, how his tongue peeked out to lick his lips.

He walked towards her with slow strides, a delirious sort of amusement on his face. Sakura could see the expression bare, his head blurring against the white wall, the white ceiling, and the white-hot pain.

"You look like someone I used to know," he said aloud, studying her with a wistful smile. "Not your hair, definitely not your hair," he rectifies, as if the idea of him knowing another person with pink hair was the most preposterous possible facet of their interaction. "But you have her face..."

He leaned over her then, and she inhaled sharp, lungs decaying inside her ribs. He cupped her cheek, and she flinched from the cold, callous feel of his thumb tracing over the fullness of her cheek.

"Even your eyes kind of look like hers." His voice was low, suspiciously soft. His lips pulled back over slightly yellowed teeth, and his glossy eyes roamed over her. She didn’t like it—felt terribly naked. "You're so beautiful," he said, a sweet confession, and Sakura made a noise—the beginnings of a sob. "She was too." His hand traveled lower, smearing a path of red down her neck. "Want to know a secret?" He asked, velvet lilac eyes distantly tracing the path along her throat. The pads of his fingers were both wet and grainy. Sakura wondered if he was going to strangle her.

"Someone told me once that the dead can only speak if you bother to listen. There’s a switch to turn it off, if you try hard enough." He traced his fingers along her collar bone, his hands coming to rest on her small shoulders. "But I don't know how to stop. I don’t think I even want to. She's everywhere. Speaking to me."

He grabbed hold of the zipper of Sakura’s top.

“And today, it’s through you.”

He started to tug it down.

Something inside Sakura snapped, and with a renewed strength, she grabbed a kunai within reach. She desperately tried to stave him off, swerving the weapon at his arm and then his legs, and surprised them both when she actually managed to lodge the better half of the blade into his thigh.

A savage cry tore from his throat and his fist pounded her head onto the floor—reflexively at first, but then he does it again and again, until the pain doesn't even register anymore and she just heard the loud thund... thund... thund.

"Damn bitch!" He growled, removing the kunai with a yelp. Sakura had almost wanted to laugh watching the motion. She was going to die by a man who didn’t even know you were supposed to wait for a medic to pull out a He chucked the weapon across the room before wrenching both of her wrists towards him. There was a stark snap, and suddenly she was screaming louder than she ever thought she could.

He let out a boisterous laugh, "Well shit," his voice was muffled by the billows of pain stretching through her body. "Your face sure doesn't look like hers now!" Something in his voice bordered relief, his howling echoing through the room. "Too bad," he said. "It was so pretty. How am I going to enjoy this now?"

She winced as she felt cold steel slipping under her clothes, followed by the sound of ripping. Mortified, she felt a sudden chill over the expanse of her stomach and breasts as he cut away at her clothes. Without fault, he proceeded to grope her body.

Sakura felt her throat closing up, making horror driven sounds in protest. Her aching body was coming alive in a set of rapid convulsions, begging to reverberate to another place. His breath was hot and his tongue was slimy as he pressed searing kisses onto her neck. Everything was red.

Sakura tried to pretend she wasn't there, staring up at a chip in the unending white ceiling. She thought of how good it once felt to be cradled in her okaasan's arms. “My sweet, sweet child,” kaasan would say, during the times Sakura felt anything but. The smell of autumn wafted through their pale-white window. Her dad would mock her cousins in a pathetic attempt to make her feel like her chosen shinobi lifestyle was a good one.

"She didn't make it very far. Probably died around your age," his voice was a crisp cut into her, his hands a slow burn as they roughly wandered her body. She felt them everywhere and she was trembling so hard then, she wondered why she wasn't able to shake them off. "She was my first love, you know...I always wondered what she would have felt like. Maybe you can show me?"

She cried out when she felt his hands hook beneath the bands of her shorts and skirt. She pathetically tried to kick him off. “Don’t!”

As if on cue, he rammed his fist into her face again, her head smacking against the floor and blacking her vision for some of the longest seconds in her life.

"Gods, you think you'd learn!" He reprimanded, before cutting away the remnants of her bottoms too. Sakura began to sob.

Her eyes clenched shut, and she could hear him fumble with his own clothing before something both rigid and fleshy pressed into a part of her that she hardly even knew existed. A cry turned to a yelp as he tried to push himself inside of her with a grunt. There was a tight, burning sensation, and then—to her relief—it stopped.

She was so dry that the nukenin had to coat his himself with his own saliva after the failed attempt. She was finally talking then, whimpering nonsense. She wasn’t exactly sure what was coming out of her mouth, just hoping one of her words would make him stop.

Maybe he had become mute in that moment, because he didn’t seem to be responding. Just stared down between her legs while drooling globs of spit onto his hand. Then he wrapped his fingers around himself and pumped, shuffling closer. Sakura could hear a mantra inside, something distant, a voice beyond hers whispering, No no no no no.

Suddenly, Sakura felt the start of the burning sensation again. And then it amplifies tenfold and Sakura is screaming. She didn't mean to, but it fucking hurts. She was tense and it was dry, and then he was thrusting deep inside of her like none of it even mattered—using her body as if she didn't live inside of it.

He was urged by her shrieks, thrusting faster and harder. "Fuck!" he cried. "You're so tight!" She gasped with each painful rut, the scorching sensation spiraling through her core and cutting into every crevice of her immobilized body.

"P-Please! I'll d-do... anything!" Sakura stuttered through wet sobs, her voice hoarse and raw. She couldn’t even register how pathetic she sounded, the burning was so bad. "Just please sto-"

He smashed his fist into her head again, "Shut up!" He roared. He shifted his hips and pounded into her in a frenzy then, as if to punish her for even entertaining the idea.

Sakura couldn't stop crying, his every movement torching through her nerves, like acid was eating her flesh from the inside. She wants to disappear. She needs to disappear.

He was moaning, screeching in pleasure, and every noise left her ears bleeding. "Fuck! So good, so fucking…" She’d never forget this. She’d never, it was going to follow her after he kills her. It was going to—

Sakura felt him suddenly go still. There was a fixed moment of just his hot breath fanning down, the pain throbbing between her legs, and her sobs wracking her body. Then he pulled out of her.

She dared to open her eyes, and found him mechanically grab the kunai he had used to cut her clothes with. Sakura felt painful palpitations and it made it hard for her to focus but the moment was too crucial not to.

He slowly stood to his full length then, and took a few steps backwards. His eyes were concentrated on her still—her face this time. But his gaze was...sad?

In both horror and relief, she sobbed as he slit his own throat.

The cut is neat but short and his eyes were wide with shock as the kunai just knicks his jugular, as if jolted by a newfound consciousness of pain. His knees banged onto the floor, kunai slipping out of his hold, meeting the ground with a Clang!

His blood spewed out in torrents and it amplified Sakura’s nausea tenfold. He fell backwards, thrashing, a gargling sound escaping as he tried to grasp at his own neck. The blood pooled beneath him, a Sharingan crimson seeping into the wood and creeping towards her feet. She used what little energy she had to shift her trembling legs closer to her, away from the wreckage of red.

Neji bursts through the door then. And not a moment later his feet were glued in position. His Byakugan swam with an unreserved disturbance as his eyes drank in his teammate—naked and bloody—as well as the dying man on the floor, clutching at his throat as it spurted a fountain, his pants pulled down just enough to reveal a slightly bloody and rapidly softening phallus.

They both watched her perpetrator flail, solid minutes passing before he gasped out his last breath, body slumping rigid.

It was only then that the window opened, a forceful snap of the locks breaking before Ino crawled through. She was a deathly pale, left shoulder adorning splatters of blood.

She said nothing, looked at neither Neji nor the dead man on the floor, only at Sakura. She wasted no time, and her lack of confusion distantly confirmed to Sakura that she was the one who killed her attacker.

Then Sakura was being wrapped in a thin bedsheet with the utmost care. She was silent except for restrained gasps between uneven breaths; her sobs having quieted to whimpers since Neji's arrival. She looked around with unfocused eyes, trying to forget the pain swallowing her whole because they’re on a mission and some part of her still knew that.

Ino cupped her wet cheek and looked at her sternly, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Sakura," her voice was grim.

And Sakura still couldn't feel her face but she saw a vibrant glowing in her peripheral and distantly recognizes she was being healed.

"You're going to be okay. Do you understand?"

Sakura trembled more than she nodded.

"Good. We completed the mission and we're going back to Konoha." Ino wasn't the assigned leader to be calling those kinds of shots, but that didn't make a difference right now. "We're going to fix you up a bit and get Shino. Then we're going to need to run back to Konoha. Can you do that for me?"

Sakura meekly nodded.

Neji had returned to his usual aloof composure by then. He huffed. "We weren't supposed to get rid of all of them, we needed at least one alive."

Ino shot Neji the darkest sneer anyone probably had the courage to wield in the face of the Hyuga. "It doesn't matter, they're all dead now and there's nothing we can do about it. So let's just fucking go."

And Neji didn't have a response, so they did exactly that. Shino, as predicted, said nothing to seeing Sakura clad in nothing but a torn piece of bed sheet and spare shorts Ino had. Nor did he comment on the dullness in her eyes.

The team debriefed the mission to one of Tsunade's subordinates and Sakura attended the required check in at the hospital, if only to promptly have the small dose of poison removed. She headed straight to her house after, slipping in through her window for discretion, only to find herself surging with relief when she realized no one was home.

Then she ran to the bathroom and violently retched.

Sakura spent hours in the shower, scorching her skin with hot water and scrubbing it raw. She tried to scrub the feeling of his tongue on her neck off and his hands on her breasts. She tried to scrub off Sasuke's starry eyes cackling at her misfortune. She tried to scrub off the onus of Naruto's conviction. She tried to scrub off her fixed post as the dead weight of what once was Team 7.

She sobbed, her knees crashed onto the porcelain and she screamed.

Then she scrubbed again.

Neji never gave her any particular attention before, but he avoided her for weeks after that. When she did see him, she would notice him eye her with an uncharacteristic sympathy. Then she started to avoid him too.

She didn't say a word in defense or question when she was told she would be barred from missions for the next month. Despite the suspension, Tsunade didn't treat her differently. But there was a heavy guilt in her eyes that Sakura wanted no part of.

Naruto pestered her incessantly. You’ve been acting really weird Sakura-chan. Why isn’t Baa-chan letting you come on my mission with me? You’ve been saying you’re busy every day this week, Sakura-chan, c’mon, if something’s wrong, just tell me so we can fix it already!

Eventually, she snapped, "Just leave me the fuck alone, Naruto! You wouldn't get it and there's nothing you can do! So just fucking drop it!"

Naruto did finally stop asking after that. But not before shattering her with a single retort: "You're starting to sound like Sasuke."

When Ino dragged her into her room a week after the incident, Sakura had wanted to protest but couldn't find the courage to. "Forehead, I need to talk to you about something."

"I don't want to talk," Sakura's response was automated, but the defeat in her tone conveyed she meant it. Still, she sat down on the lavender sheets of Ino's bed when she was pulled into the privacy of her room.

Ino had scowled. "Well, I do." Sakura had met her friend's fiery look with a bold knit of her brows and a grimace of her lips. But she felt her resolve shake when Ino's expression thread into the deepest melancholy. Sakura wondered if Ino had to forcefully strip away her anger or if the sight of her these days was just that dismal.

"Sakura, what happened to you..." Ino tensed, looked away, lips twisting into a sure sign of a resonating distraught. Sakura could see her searching for the words amidst the miasma.

Then Ino’s eyes slid shut, nose crinkling, hands firmly fisting the sheets. Her head bowed, like she was offering it to a guillotine while hiding her chagrin behind her hair.

It was too heavy for Sakura, and part of her wanted to dart out the room. But a much more desperate part wanted to reach out and hold her.

"Sakura, I was so mad,” Ino finally spoke. “That shouldn't have happened. Not on my watch." She let out a strangled sound, then paced out a few breaths. "I was so damn mad. When I was in his body, I knew how risky it was. If Shikamaru knew about it, he would have told me a million better ways to go about it. But Sakura, I was in his head—I felt it, and...I had to slit that piece of shit’s throat.” She seethed through grit teeth. “I knew it would have killed me too if I didn’t get back quick enough, but I had to kill him.” Ino said, cheeks burning, like she’d been freshly spaded with the experience.

Sakura could feel her heart twisting, pounding like an erratic war drum. She traced Ino’s teeth, digging into her bottom lip. It didn’t quite bleed, but Sakura could see a thin layer start to peel between a chapped crack. “And I was mad because I knew, Sakura, I knew...because...” Then Ino’s voice cracked,”because it happened to me too."

Sakura felt a wet line slip down her cheek, her head swimming. She surprised herself with the raspy texture of her own voice. "...What?” Gods. Ino. There’s was a lapse, where she shuddered, swallowed hard, trying to reclaim her voice. “...When?"

Ino breath hitches, "Like…a m-month ago." She cried openly. "In Ame. I th-thought I was going to die." She wheezed. "Sometimes I still wished I had."

Sakura eyes slipped shut, if only to acknowledge the wound for what it was. This was not an experience meant to be shared. Yet, here they were. And Ino just cried harder.

"He-he wasn't my first like—I know...with you, I know it...but..."

"Ino..." Sakura’s voice is so small, whining. “Oh, Ino, no…”

"Sakura, I wouldn't wish that on anyone," Ino said. "And of all the people I know, you are the last-I-I would have never, never wanted that to happen to you. But it did, and it's all m-my fault." Sakura's shaking her head in a vehement objection. But Ino doesn't let her speak. "I knew!" She whimpered, with eyes so blue and sad, perfectly synchronized with the regret in her voice. "I knew you were messed up after everything with Sasuke, and I should've been there! I knew what could've happened! I should've protected you!"

"Oh, Ino."

And Sakura doesn't know who grabbed who first, but then their arms are tight around one another, like they were trying to suffocate the grief with the strength of their embrace. Ino spoke, her voice muffled by the shoulder she gasped into, "I'm so sorry, Sakura. I'm sorry for everything. Please!" Her voice cracks, loud and shrill on Sakura’s aching ears. "Please forgive me."

Sakura pulled back, her brows furrowed and her smile shaking. She cupped Ino's moist cheek with her hand, and her smile molded into something more firm.

Her best friend had never been as beautiful as she was in that moment.

Sakura kissed Ino’s mouth, her cheek, her forehead, and pulled her back into that tenuous embrace. "Always Ino. We're going to get through this," she promised. "We're going to do it together."

Their tops were coated with their tears, and the sensation was painful and cleansing at once. Ino adjusted her arms, held Sakura more securely. They were both smiling now, a crippled and worn smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Okay."

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SasuHina Month 2020- Day 8

Day 8 -Funeral/Sleep is the Cousin of Death- Forever, for Eternity

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Mirror, Mirror -Part 4

Sasuke was looking at her with a weird expression, she in turn was stuck in place. Kiba opened the door to his house looking bored but he after noticing her he started smiling wide, he took a step forward and opened his arms like he was about to hug her. Before he could think about it Sasuke moved so he was between him and Hinata. He tried playing it cool like it was a simple mistake by nodding to Kiba and walking inside his house.

Hinata didn’t know why Sasuke did what he did but she was grateful; she was feeling weird after receiving all that information and wouldn’t have liked it if Kiba hugged her. Instead she smiled at him and followed Sasuke inside. Looking at the back of his neck made her want to cry, he was so close yet so far away; how was she even going to try to get closer to him?

“Let’s play some games guys” said Naruto as he and Kiba walked inside as well. Sasuke took a seat on the sofa and Hinata sat herself next to him as close as she could without it looking weird. The room was dimly lit by the tv on which the three boys were playing. They weren’t really talking so the only sounds were the shooting in the game which weren’t very loud. The sofa was comfortable, she was exhausted and the heath coming off of Sasuke in waves only made her feel drowsier. On instinct she moved even closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. She didn’t even think about the action until he stiffened for a second. But he didn’t tell her to move so she didn’t.

She felt tense now, her heart was beating out of her chest. She almost regretted coming to Kiba’s house. Hinata wanted her other two friends to disappear she wanted to talk to Sasuke, hold his face in her hands and kiss him. To whisper her love against his lips. Hinata in her current life has never felt that way about anybody so the feeling was foreign but familiar at the same time. The memories felt like they were an old tale she heard rather than things she witnessed. The only thing that did feel real was Sasuke and her love.

“She fell asleep” Kiba whispered. Her eyes were indeed closed but she wasn’t sleeping; she was thinking and drifting in between sleep and awake.

“We should wake her up and take her home” Said Naruto; Hinata could sense the blond getting up; she half expected him to pick her up and move her to the car which is why Hinata opened her eyes. Naruto was indeed moving from his spot on the armchair towards her. She did not want him to touch her; she feared that touching someone else might make her memories go away. They came back when she touched Sasuke for the first time so they might go away.

“You’re up” Naruto smiled at her “It’s late and you’re tired obviously. Let us drive you home Hina” The Uzumaki had always been nice to her; he was one of the genuinely good people that exited in the world.

Hinata blinked her eyes a few more times pretending to rub the sleep away from her eyes but in reality, she just wanted to stay in that position next to Sasuke a few moments longer. She looked up at him and he was looking down at her. His black eyes looked red and his jaw was clenched. She had seen that look before; her husband’s eyes would flash red whenever she looked at him and took off her kimono.

Hinata from the past would pull the pins in her hair out as well and let her hair flow down her back; she’d walk towards where Sasuke was standing at the foot of the bed take his hands in hers and place them over her breasts. Her smile would be knowing and yet sweet. Sasuke refused to look at her naked body despite the heath in his gaze. They were yet to be married and Sasuke refused to break the traditions; the fact that he was in her room during the night was bad enough.

Sasuke looked at her in that moment, in Kiba’s living room; just as he did that time. He was holding himself back despite wanting to break free. Hinata almost moved to touch his face but Naruto talked and interrupted her thoughts.

“I’m sorry; I coerced you into coming not thinking about how tired you must be after work” The spell broke and Sasuke got up. “Let’s go” the Uchiha managed to squeeze those words thought his still clenched teeth.

The three waved to Kiba and walked out to the car. Naruto opened the door for her and she thanked her. She told Sasuke the way to her house; the drive wasn’t long since it was still in that neighborhood.

“Good night Hinata” Naruto said as she got out of the car; she smiled and waved at them but the car didn’t leave until she made it inside her apartment building. Once inside Hinata took the steps three at a time. Reaching her apartment, she ran to her room and picked up the mirror, mirror that now had much more value to her. After admiring it for a few moments longer she placed it on her nightstand just as gentle as she always did. The action made her smile. She used to do that a lot in her past life; Sasuke always laughed at her whenever he noticed how gentle she was with the mirror. With thoughts of her lover Hinata went to take a long shower before changing into her night gear.

Her thoughts kept circling back to Sasuke, to their children…she hadn’t thought about the two little angels before, it made her heart break. Would she ever see them again? The memory of their funeral, their tiny coffins filled her brain. Whenever she imagined them in the coffins, she never thought of them dead but rather sleeping. If she and Sasuke were to have children in this life would they be Hikari and Daisuke? Could she even name them that? Would it be like she was trying to replace the ones she lost? How did any of this work? Gosh the funeral was absolutely one of her worst memories. How she wanted to follow the people carrying their coffins; how she wanted to crawl into Sasuke’s so they could sleep forever together. Had she been buried next to them? Would she be able to find the cemetery they were buried in? Could she visit her children and pray for their peace and rest? Her beautiful babies were sleeping; that was all. They were sleeping.

What morbid and strange things to be wondering about; where you were buried in your last life. Had that been her only past life? Or were there others she couldn’t remember? By the way her brain kept spinning Hinata came to the conclusion that she might not be able to sleep at all that night so she went to her kitchen to eat some ice-cream and watch a movie, maybe try to push her thoughts to the side. Her bare feet made a pitter-patter sound on the hardwood floor of the living room. She did not reach the kitchen before there was a knock on her door.

Her eyes flew to the clock; it was past one in the morning already. She walked to the door and peeked through to see who was at her door. Her heart started beading faster; her feet were cold and her hands were shaking. Sasuke was on the other side. She hurried to open the door.

“We need to talk” Sasuke said and pushed his way into the apartment and closed the door.

They were alone, which was what she had wished for before, but she understood that Naruto and Kiba’s presence before had been a blessing in disguise. There was nobody there to stop her when her brain confused the present with the past; she was scared of what she was going to do.

Sasuke appeared to be in pain and that made her heart hurt in turn. He looked just like he did that summer day when they got married; his voice was the same, his skin was just as soft. The impulse to run to him and kiss him while tears ran down her face was too much for her to hold back so on shaky legs, she walked closer to him.

“Why did you come here?” she was in front of him when she asked that, his eyes weren’t harsh or pained anymore they looked tired.

“As I’ve said before we need to talk. I don’t know how to say this…” he looked over his shoulder to her couch. “Maybe we should sit down and talk?”

Seeing him shaken up made her feel brave. She smiled at him and took one of his hands and lead him thought the apartment but instead of going to the sofa she took him to her room.

“I think the living room would be better” His eyes were red again.

“I want to show you something before that” She said and let go of his hand. Sasuke was standing awkwardly in the middle of her room and she went to her nightstand to get the mirror. Would he know what it was? If he didn’t come here to tell her he remembered their life together she could simply say she bought the mirror and it had his name on it, what a weird coincidence right?

“The love of my life gave this to me a long time ago” Hinata told him and showed him the mirror. His expression was devastated.

“You remember” Sasuke whispered as he traced one rose with his finger.

“I do” She confirmed and took the mirror and put it back.

“I had hoped you wouldn’t.” He said coming behind her and hugging her. His lips were next to her ear “I had wished you didn’t” he kissed her temple.

“Why?” Hinata asked and turned around in his arms to look at him. Sasuke caressed her cheek with her thump and then ran it over her lower lip. He was slowly closing the gap between their lips when he started talking again.

“I didn’t want you to remember my death, our kids’ death. It’s not fair Hina” their lips were brushing over each other’s as he spoke “I can hear them screaming Hina, asking me to help them because their little bodies were burning and the buildings were falling around them. I remember the feeling of burning alive and only thinking ‘I hope she never sees us’” Both of her cheeks were wet by tears.

“You were all sleeping; never dead just resting your eyes for a moment” She whispered.

“Tell me love” his voice was lower.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me how you cried for us for a while and then moved on with your life and lived happily ever after” Sasuke was looking at her face but her eyes were closed. He placed a soft kiss on each of her eyelids. Hinata opened her eyes and shook her head, the smile on her face was a sad one.

“I cried for you for 2 weeks” Sasuke nodded “And then I killed myself” her confession was raw. Their whole conversation felt like it should not be happening; they should not be able to remember the horrors of their own deaths. Sasuke was right; it would have been better had they not remembered.

Sasuke made a pained noise in the back of his throat after hearing what she said. They were hugging and crying, mourning each other in their past life, mourning their life that was cut way too short, mourning their children.

“I’m sorry for the pain caused. But I’m here now, we’re both here now and we’ll be together forever. We’ll always find each other and end up together. We’ll spend the rest of eternity together or looking for each other.” Hinata nodded. They would, they could not live without each other; her suicide was proof of that, the fact that in her actual life she had never been interested in anybody before laying her eyes on Sasuke was proof of that, the mirror finding her and trying to force her to remember was proof of that. Their love would never die. It would only sleep from time to time before they’d meet again and it would be woken up, only to be more intense than ever before.

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