#yes sure man swallow that freaking takoyaki whole

[eru-iru]

makoto may look pathetic but he's not pathetic. like he may look "pathetic" (i dont even know if pathetic is the right word wtf is english again help but blame meme he was called weak pathetic man it is kinda funny) but once he gets angry he will beat you up or say the rudest/meanest thing he can to scare you HJFSDKFG it's just so funny seeing that in game in the dialogue options and i love how mean he can get. i wanna hear more of the insults he can come up with. even the movie did it with that guy with the chain in his nose

so in short, dont test his patience or else he'll get angry (he still looks so cute frowning like that with that ( •`^´• ) shape mouth)

[sun-summoning]

part i | part ii | part iii

-

sakura and sarada make their way to the dock, but five minutes into their walk, sarada gets fussy and demands sakura carry her. after alternating between nuzzling sakura’s neck and thrashing around, sakura hears the girl’s stomach grumble and can’t help but snort.

“don’t laugh at me!” sarada yells. “it’s not nice!”

“sorry, sorry!” sakura quickly soothes. she kisses sarada’s forehead without really thinking about. “you’re just super cute. and hilarious,”

“you’re still laughing, mama!”

sakura clenches her jaw as she works on smothering the rest of her amusement. when she’s quiet, sarada peers up at her shyly. “when i’m hungry,” sakura tells her, “naruto isn’t allowed to talk to me. usually he says something dumb and i snap at him in my hanger.”

“what’s hanger?”

“when you’re hungry and angry.”

“oh.”

“yup.” sakura winks at her and sarada grins back. “why don’t we get some dinner?” she suggests.

she should probably let naruto and sasuke know where she went so they don’t worry, but then she snorts again, not giving a single care for naruto and sasuke who abandoned her with what they though was a ghost demon child. screw them. they could worry.

not really wanting anyone to see them and ask questions about who this girl is, sakura buys them a tray of takoyaki. they stop for some drinks and dessert and then they eat by the lake in the uchiha district. they sit together on the dock, their feet dangling off the edge, and watch the sunset between bites.

sakura has to wipe sauce off of sarada’s cheeks on more than one occasion and has long given up on telling her not to wipe her hands on her pants. all the while, sarada regales her with stories of her parents. 

or, from how sarada words things, about sakura and sakura’s apparent husband.

“-one time papa and i made were going to make you breakfast because papa said you had a bad week.”

“aren’t you a little young to be cooking?”

“yeah, but if i don’t help then the food will be yucky and you would be sad. papa likes tomatoes and he always puts them in stuff but tomatoes are gross.”

sarada continues talking and sakura nearly chokes because you know who else likes tomatoes? 

sasuke. 

and who did sarada say her father was? 

also sasuke. 

“--and remember the resort papa took us to for our birthdays? can we go back there again mama now that he’s back from his mission? or--” sarada pauses and bites her lip. “when he gets better, i mean.”

sakura swallows thickly. “um. sure.” sarada seems to brighten up a fraction so sakura smiles at her. “yes, we definitely can.” and although she knows she shouldn’t, she adds, “i promise.”

“okay!”

sarada continues chatting, beginning most things with “mama, remember when--” and telling her silly stories about her own antics or those of her parents. she talks about sakura like she’s this incredible supermom and about her papa like he’s adores them both so much. she mentions little things about her papa that make sakura pause and consider that maybe sarada’s claim might be true. maybe sasuke could be her father. 

but then sakura looks at her reflection in the water and remembers she’s seventeen, just got back from a war, and definitely not the woman this little girl is talking about. she’s too young to have had a child, she knows she most certainly did not have a child, and, most importantly, sasuke doesn’t love her the way this girl’s father loves her mother.

-

when they return to sasuke’s house, there’s no trace of sakura or the girl. naruto freaks out, rushing through the house and opening every door while screaming sakura’s name and swearing revenge on the ghost demon child if she did anything to hurt sakura. 

“can you not?” sasuke asks.

naruto glares at him. “how can you say that? sakura-chan is missing!”

“or she’s just gone.”

“that’s even worse!”

sasuke counts to ten to keep his temper in check. “naruto, sakura’s shoes are gone and so is her bag. she probably just...went out.”

“hm.” kakashi crosses his arms. “sakura took the potential threat outside without any sort of back up. that’s...surprisingly irresponsible of her.”

sasuke rolls his eyes. “or just nice? the girl is a kid, not a monster. unless--” he eyes the scroll in kakashi’s hand. he still hasn’t explained what it is or why he needed to come back with them when he had more important things to do like assign missions or review the annual budget or read porn at his desk. “--there’s something you’d like to share?”

“yeah!” naruto adds oh so helpfully. “what the hell, sensei! you still haven’t said anything helpful.”

kakashi is saved from having to shamelessly bullshit his way out of an explanation when the front door opens again and they hear sakura talking and the little girl giggling. the two enter the kitchen and naruto grabs sakura. he sweeps her into a tight hug, spinning her around the room.

“ugh,” sasuke scoffs. “can you not?”

“fuck you!” naruto yells when he lets go of sakura.

“oooooh, you said a bad word.”

the little voice draws everyone’s attention to the girl. suddenly shy in the company of more people, she moves closer to sakura until she’s standing behind her legs. sakura bends down and murmurs some soothing words before picking the girl up. 

sakura’s quick affection makes sasuke a bit anxious. did they make a bad decision leaving her alone with the little girl? shit. of course they did! what were they thinking? they knew nothing about her and they just left sakura alone?! sasuke meets naruto’s eyes and knows he’s thinking the same thing. they left sakura with the ghost demon child and now she had sakura under her control and--

“i’m just going to give sarada a quick bath,” sakura tells them.

her mundane words snap sasuke out of his panic. “what?”

“sarada,” she repeats, gesturing to the girl with a turn of her head. “she’s a bit of a messy eater--”

“hey! mama’s being a meanie!”

“--so i’m just going to give her a quick bath.”

she goes upstairs to the bathroom where they first found the girl, leaving sasuke and naruto to wonder what was going on. they both turn to kakashi, only to find him almost hyperventilating.

“whoa, sensei!” naruto yells as he approaches the older man. “are you okay? you need to breathe.”

“i can’t.”

sasuke stands. “should i get sakura?”

“fuck!” kakashi makes a noise reminiscent of a dying animal crossed with laughter. “i’m going to die. i can’t. this is amazing.”

“what the hell are you talking about?” naruto asks.

kakashi shakes his head but again, sasuke’s gaze is drawn to the scroll he’s holding onto.

“you know who she is,” sasuke realizes. 

kakashi’s eyes crinkle as he grins. “that i do.”

-

sakura stays with sarada for a few minutes before understanding she’s smart enough to not let herself drown in the bath. she tells sarada she’s just going to get some clothes because, well, sakura didn’t think that far ahead, and when she’s standing in the doorway, she decides that sarada might be smart enough but accidents still happen, so she leaves behind a clone. 

she goes back down to the kitchen and glares at naruto and sasuke.

“hello, fuckboys.”

naruto pouts. “what’s that for?”

“um, for abandoning me earlier?”

“well you’re a jerk too! you left without even leaving a note. we were worried the ghost demon child got you!”

“she isn’t a ghost demon child, moron. and obviously you weren’t that worried,” sakura says, nodding to the cup of instant noodles naruto prepared in her absence, “considering you had time to cook.” 

“it’s called stress eating. can i live?”

“children!” kakashi calls, getting their attention. “can we focus? we have a strange child and a strange scroll to attend to?”

“right.”

“why don’t you summarize what you’ve learned so far, sakura.”

so she does: 

the girl upstairs is sarada. she’s four-years-old and think she’s from konoha and that sakura is her mother. she also thinks sasuke is her father but sakura keeps that fact to herself. sarada hasn’t done anything that might indicate she’s something evil or might have some bad intentions. she’s just kind of there. calling sakura her mother.

“are you?” kakashi asks.

naruto laughs and sasuke mutters, “really?”

“of course i’m not her mother!” sakura gestures to herself. she chooses naruto and turns to him. “naruto, look at these boobs and tell me i’ve had a baby.”

“i--” naruto looks into her eyes pointedly. “i don’t think i’m allowed to look at your boobs.”

sakura raises an eyebrow at him. “they’re my boobs and i told you to. why would you not be allowed?”

“well, it’s not okay to sexualize you like that. you’re my friend!”

“sexualize? ugh!” sakura crosses her arms, irritated. “i told you to look at them in the context of gauging whether or not they were dragged down by motherhood, not to--” she shakes her head. “you’re gross.”

“at least i own it!”

“that doesn’t make it better!”

sasuke, who had not been looking at sakura’s boobs, decides to end their pointless argument. “we get it. you didn’t have a baby, sakura.”

“thank you.”

“but,” kakashi says, “that doesn’t change the fact that she could still be your kid.”

“okay, you lost me.”

that’s when kakashi grins. or, at least, he probably does, judging by the way his eyes crinkling. damn that mask of his.  “have you kids ever considered time travel?” 

“i...what?”

“time travel,” kakashi repeats.

sakura nods. “no, yeah, i heard you.”

“then why’d you say ‘what’?”

“because apparently tsunade-sama, the greatest hokage this village has ever seen, was succeeded by a delusional idiot.”

“wow.”

sakura shakes her head as she laughs a little. “time travel? kakashi-sensei, that’s ridiculous!”

“well...” naruto, who seems to be considering the idea, frowns at her. “as someone who had a fox living in his stomach for his whole life, are you for real, girl who literally hopped between dimensions to save sasuke?”

shocked that he isn’t as baffled as she is, sakura looks to sasuke for a voice of reason. instead she finds him genuinely thinking over kakashi’s claim.

“sasuke-kun--”

“why are you letting her call you ‘mama’?” sasuke asks.

“what?” 

they all nod, actually curious, and sakura flushes. it’s not like she was encouraging it. she tried to make her stop but the truth is she just didn’t have the heart to. the little girl seemed to think she was someone else -- someone that she positively adored -- and it would have been cruel to stop her. sakura shrugs. 

“b--because i--” sakura huffs and glares at them. “i feel bad!”

“you feel bad.”

“yes!” sakura shrugs. “i just...i don’t have the heart to stop her. she’s just believes it so strongly and i’d feel bad saying no.” she chews her lip. “and she’s adorable.”

as if on cue, sarada begins calling for mama from upstairs.

sakura moves but stops herself to prove a point. sarada calls her again and sasuke raises an eyebrow at sakura, challenging her. 

“you gonna do something about that?” he asks.

“no!” sakura hisses instinctively. but then sakura calls her one more time and she falters. “okay, gotta go, bye!”

-

sakura comes back down soon after to ask sasuke for some old, small clothes that might fit sarada. then she smiles sheepishly and gestures to the drenched front of her own shirt and asks if maybe she can borrow something too. 

rolling his eyes, sasuke leaves naruto and kakashi and goes upstairs with sakura. he hands her some things from his adolescence that would probably be too big on sarada but fit decently enough on sakura.

he lingers in his room after she’s left and considers the entire situation.

who the hell is sarada? where did she come from? and why was she in his house? 

naruto’s “ghost demon child” theory is ridiculous but kakashi’s time travel one actually has some merit to it. sasuke considers the little girl that follows sakura around like her shadow and tries to place her. did she come from the past? is she a relative of his? but that can’t be. there’s no way she could mix sakura up for her real mother. there was no one in his clan that looked like sakura. assuming, of course, she even came from his clan. 

sasuke frowns because she had to be an uchiha. she had the features and she was in his home, walking around like it was hers.

so then did she come from the future?

the question causes sasuke to still. he swallows thickly and because he’s alone, he actually considers it. did the girl come from the future? if she did and sakura was her mother did that make him--

sasuke blushes at the thought. he looks around wildly as if he’s been caught doing something inappropriate. but if sakura was her mother and he was her father, why wasn’t she going around calling him “papa” as much as she was calling sakura “mama”?

it startles him how easily he accepts this possibility, but the truth is there’s no reason it should. a child with sakura? it’s not like there has been anyone else he cared about. and he highly doubts he’ll ever care about someone the way he cares about sakura. he hasn’t done anything to show his feelings, but surely at some point he had to have been able to do something. right?

“screw this.”

deciding that it would be best to just repress his feelings and his thoughts, sasuke exits his bedroom to return downstairs. he passes the bathroom where sakura and sarada are, and he peers in through the open door. 

there he finds sakura kneeling in front of sarada, drying the girl’s hair with a towel while sarada tells her a story including sweeping hand gestures and a lot of smiles on sakura’s end. they both look ridiculous in his clothes. sarada is swimming in his shirt and sakura’s just fits awkwardly. 

but what catches his eye is the uchiha crest on their backs. 

suddenly sakura is standing, looking his way and coming closer. she smiles that sheepish grin she uses when she has to ask him a small favour. “hey, sasuke-kun. sarada made a mess on the floor. could i get another towel--”

“shut up.” 

sakura’s eyes widen and sasuke feels a bit guilty. 

“just. i...” sasuke doesn’t say anything though, suddenly flustered and unsure. his heart is pounding so loudly he wonders if sakura can hear it and wonders what she might think of it. 

“you?” she prompts. 

she looks confused and sasuke tries not to look hurt. it would be ridiculous to look hurt much less feel hurt that what -- that sakura can’t read his mind and tell how much he wants to just be with her?

he doesn’t really get it. it’s not just about being with her -- not in the way that naruto is with a new girl every other week. no. sasuke just wants to be around her. sasuke wants to see all the incredible things she’s learnt how to do and is constantly learning how to do. he wants to hear about her ideas, her missions, her damn day. he wants to laugh at her culinary failures and marvel at her chemical successes. he wants to watch her be better and maybe learn a thing or two. he just wants to be by her side.

“nothing.”

he can see that he’s disappointed her almost as much as he’s disappointed himself. he shakes his head as he goes back to his room and gets her another towel. she’s still standing where he left her, a pensive look on her face, as he hands it to her.

“thanks,” she mumbles.

“it’s fine.”

sakura nods. “i think i’ll take sarada back to my apartment tonight.”

“sure.”

“that is, if that’s okay--”

“i don’t care.”

“o--okay.”

sakura pauses, as if she’s waiting for him to say something else, but then she goes back to sarada and finishes drying her off. 

when they’re done, they go back down to naruto and kakashi. sakura tells them about her plan to keep sarada with her for the night and kakashi looks disappointed but doesn’t stop her. naruto tells her to call him if sarada does anything suspicious like watch her when she’s sleeping, but sakura tells him to go away. 

“goodnight, sasuke-kun,” sakura finally says to him when he walks her to the door. she shifts sarada in her arms so she might better balance her bag. the girl yawns widely and closes her eyes.

sasuke opens the door for them. “bye.”

as they walk away, sarada waves at him lazily and he swears he hears her mumble, “goodnight, papa.”