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SasuSaku drabble +1 {Request fic}
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I'm not really taking requests just yet, but this one was an exception.
Set sometime in the future in the Narutoverse, probably about four years post-series.
Prompt: You Don’t Have To Stay Anywhere Forever
Requester:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
preeho <3
Pairing: Sasuke x Sakura
Rating: T
Word Count: 864
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The sweat is still cooling on his body, his breath still holds a whisper of the gasping pant it had been minutes before, and he can still feel his heart frantically slamming blood through his veins when the uneasy sense of disquiet descends on him once again. His dark eyes drift open to stare unseeingly at the ceiling, reluctance tracing tension through the sleekly muscular lines of his body, but he knows from past nights that he won’t have a moment’s peace until he rids himself of this restlessness.
The bed hardly shifts as he rolls himself upright, the quiet, steady breathing of its other occupant doesn’t alter in the least as he rises. Puddles of thick silver moonlight pouring through the window and pooling on the floor provide more than enough light for him to find the pants and shirt he’d been wearing earlier, and he hurriedly pulls them on, the hushed rustle of the fabric loud in his ears in the near-silence.
The floorboards don’t creak, he doesn’t bump into anything in the dark, and his passing scarcely disturbs the air in the space he moves through, but the instant his hand touches the door handle, there’s a subtle change in the room’s atmosphere, and he knows:
She’s awake.
Shooting a glance over his shoulder, he watches her stir sleepily, reaching out to the still-warm patch of mattress he’d recently occupied, finding nothing, pausing for an instant before drawing her hand back. Her head turns towards him, eyes heavy with sleep and curiosity but most of all concern peering out from behind a screen of tousled pink locks, meeting his gaze steadily. She wakes up every time he leaves like this, and he doesn’t really understand it, but it means something to him nonetheless, how she just looks at him, not saying a word. She doesn’t ask why or where he’s going, doesn’t plead with him to stay, doesn’t tell him to come back to bed; she simply continues to watch him silently until he slips out the door and into the night.
After everything that has happened, living in Konoha again is something of a trial, like willingly returning to a cage, and at times he chafes at the feeling of restraint it evokes. Here, they tell him where to go, whom to protect or kill and how, and what is important. Where he can’t go, who he can’t protect or kill but rarely if ever why, and what he isn’t allowed to care about. What he isn’t supposed to remember, and what he has to forget, at least officially.
Painful as it is, he’s taken up residence in his old house, one of the few in the Uchiha sector that hadn’t been damaged in the attack on Konoha years ago--he’s far too proud not to, proud of who he is and what he is and those who had shared his blood, regardless of what anyone and everyone else thought of them or him. That house, that empty section of the city, is one of the reasons he’s stayed as long as he has; what’s more, it’s one of the reasons he came back.
But he hasn’t committed to anything yet. He could walk right out those gates and never look back, leave the world of his past behind and find somewhere else, a place where each room doesn’t house a reminder, each street isn’t crowded with recollections, each corner isn’t haunted by a memory. He could start over with no expectations, no guilt, no distrust being leveled at him from all sides.
Yet he stays. Whether it’s sheer stubbornness that keeps him here, the determination to have a different kind of revenge, living on and defying the Senju by remaining in Konoha and enabling the Uchiha grow strong and fill that empty sector once more, or…something else…isn’t something Sasuke allows himself to dwell on most of the time.
Sakura is waiting for him when he slips back into the room as noiselessly as he’d left it, her eyes still steadily trained upon the door, her expression surprisingly unreadable. That changes when he steps inside: immediately her eyes soften, and she gives him a gentle, inviting smile--it’s the same smile every time, and there is always only happiness and the tiniest hint of relief in it, never accusation or anger. And when he returns to their bed, her arms are open and waiting and warm, and he enjoys the heat and the feel of her body and bare skin pressed against his own, the welcome strength and promise of support and comfort and loyalty, the all-surrendering passion in the pressure of her mouth against his. And he might never say it, but at that moment, even he can’t deny that this is the primary reason he remains: knowing the way that faith rewarded and hope fulfilled and love returned make her eyes shine each time he comes back to her.
He knows that she’ll take whatever he gives her, that she’ll love him regardless of whether he stays or goes, that he doesn’t have to stay with her, that he doesn’t have to stay there or anywhere, for forever.
He just wants to.
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...And since I'm so nice, this ended up as a two-for-one deal: bonus drabble, a little of Sakura's side of this.
She wakes to find him leaving her again, and as always she feels that momentary stab of worry, that brief flicker of what if he leaves for good this time, what if this isn’t enough. She turns her head, forcing tired eyes to focus on the dark-clad figure standing at the door, and all she can do is look at him, drinking him in, because she knows from experience that if he’s really decided to leave there’s nothing she can say or do or offer that will make him stay, and so she watches, eyes clear and free of tears and careful in their observance of his every move.
He meets her gaze, and they share a long look before he slides the door open and steps out into the night.
And she breathes a near-silent sigh, eyes drifting half closed as she settles in to wait.
She’s mostly certain that he’ll return. She can’t know absolutely, but the softer expression he turns on her when they’re alone, the way he allows her to slip her arm through his even when they’re out in public, the way his eyes follow her and linger on her face go a long way towards convincing her that he won’t abandon her.
He hasn’t yet, and each time he does come back, she believes a little more strongly that he never will.
But even if he does someday, she knows them both well enough to know that it won’t change anything.
I'm not really taking requests just yet, but this one was an exception.
Set sometime in the future in the Narutoverse, probably about four years post-series.
Prompt: You Don’t Have To Stay Anywhere Forever
Requester:
preeho <3Pairing: Sasuke x Sakura
Rating: T
Word Count: 864
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The sweat is still cooling on his body, his breath still holds a whisper of the gasping pant it had been minutes before, and he can still feel his heart frantically slamming blood through his veins when the uneasy sense of disquiet descends on him once again. His dark eyes drift open to stare unseeingly at the ceiling, reluctance tracing tension through the sleekly muscular lines of his body, but he knows from past nights that he won’t have a moment’s peace until he rids himself of this restlessness.
The bed hardly shifts as he rolls himself upright, the quiet, steady breathing of its other occupant doesn’t alter in the least as he rises. Puddles of thick silver moonlight pouring through the window and pooling on the floor provide more than enough light for him to find the pants and shirt he’d been wearing earlier, and he hurriedly pulls them on, the hushed rustle of the fabric loud in his ears in the near-silence.
The floorboards don’t creak, he doesn’t bump into anything in the dark, and his passing scarcely disturbs the air in the space he moves through, but the instant his hand touches the door handle, there’s a subtle change in the room’s atmosphere, and he knows:
She’s awake.
Shooting a glance over his shoulder, he watches her stir sleepily, reaching out to the still-warm patch of mattress he’d recently occupied, finding nothing, pausing for an instant before drawing her hand back. Her head turns towards him, eyes heavy with sleep and curiosity but most of all concern peering out from behind a screen of tousled pink locks, meeting his gaze steadily. She wakes up every time he leaves like this, and he doesn’t really understand it, but it means something to him nonetheless, how she just looks at him, not saying a word. She doesn’t ask why or where he’s going, doesn’t plead with him to stay, doesn’t tell him to come back to bed; she simply continues to watch him silently until he slips out the door and into the night.
After everything that has happened, living in Konoha again is something of a trial, like willingly returning to a cage, and at times he chafes at the feeling of restraint it evokes. Here, they tell him where to go, whom to protect or kill and how, and what is important. Where he can’t go, who he can’t protect or kill but rarely if ever why, and what he isn’t allowed to care about. What he isn’t supposed to remember, and what he has to forget, at least officially.
Painful as it is, he’s taken up residence in his old house, one of the few in the Uchiha sector that hadn’t been damaged in the attack on Konoha years ago--he’s far too proud not to, proud of who he is and what he is and those who had shared his blood, regardless of what anyone and everyone else thought of them or him. That house, that empty section of the city, is one of the reasons he’s stayed as long as he has; what’s more, it’s one of the reasons he came back.
But he hasn’t committed to anything yet. He could walk right out those gates and never look back, leave the world of his past behind and find somewhere else, a place where each room doesn’t house a reminder, each street isn’t crowded with recollections, each corner isn’t haunted by a memory. He could start over with no expectations, no guilt, no distrust being leveled at him from all sides.
Yet he stays. Whether it’s sheer stubbornness that keeps him here, the determination to have a different kind of revenge, living on and defying the Senju by remaining in Konoha and enabling the Uchiha grow strong and fill that empty sector once more, or…something else…isn’t something Sasuke allows himself to dwell on most of the time.
Sakura is waiting for him when he slips back into the room as noiselessly as he’d left it, her eyes still steadily trained upon the door, her expression surprisingly unreadable. That changes when he steps inside: immediately her eyes soften, and she gives him a gentle, inviting smile--it’s the same smile every time, and there is always only happiness and the tiniest hint of relief in it, never accusation or anger. And when he returns to their bed, her arms are open and waiting and warm, and he enjoys the heat and the feel of her body and bare skin pressed against his own, the welcome strength and promise of support and comfort and loyalty, the all-surrendering passion in the pressure of her mouth against his. And he might never say it, but at that moment, even he can’t deny that this is the primary reason he remains: knowing the way that faith rewarded and hope fulfilled and love returned make her eyes shine each time he comes back to her.
He knows that she’ll take whatever he gives her, that she’ll love him regardless of whether he stays or goes, that he doesn’t have to stay with her, that he doesn’t have to stay there or anywhere, for forever.
He just wants to.
~
...And since I'm so nice, this ended up as a two-for-one deal: bonus drabble, a little of Sakura's side of this.
She wakes to find him leaving her again, and as always she feels that momentary stab of worry, that brief flicker of what if he leaves for good this time, what if this isn’t enough. She turns her head, forcing tired eyes to focus on the dark-clad figure standing at the door, and all she can do is look at him, drinking him in, because she knows from experience that if he’s really decided to leave there’s nothing she can say or do or offer that will make him stay, and so she watches, eyes clear and free of tears and careful in their observance of his every move.
He meets her gaze, and they share a long look before he slides the door open and steps out into the night.
And she breathes a near-silent sigh, eyes drifting half closed as she settles in to wait.
She’s mostly certain that he’ll return. She can’t know absolutely, but the softer expression he turns on her when they’re alone, the way he allows her to slip her arm through his even when they’re out in public, the way his eyes follow her and linger on her face go a long way towards convincing her that he won’t abandon her.
He hasn’t yet, and each time he does come back, she believes a little more strongly that he never will.
But even if he does someday, she knows them both well enough to know that it won’t change anything.
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YOU ARE AWESOME
Also, the first line was totally hot.
WELL YOU'RE AWESOME-ER. YOU WON NANO. \o/
Kukuku, and I was purposefully vague about that line. He could've just been having a nightmare, or~~~ >3
NUH-UH THAT WAS ONLY AN ACCIDENT
Oh suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure. A "nightmare." Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
YOU STILL ARE A WINNINGLY WINNINGEST WINNER <333
Only the intensely yaoi-only ones. X'D
TOO BAD THE STORY IS ONLY 1/3 DONE. ORZ
The intensely yaoi-only nightmares, or the intensely yaoi-only kids? XD
Still, that's 1/3 more than you had in October. ;]
EITHER, NEITHER, AND BOTH.
Good point! And I like it, although my MC is stiff, and killing my side charas makes me sad.
EITHER WAY I INTEND TO USE IT AT ALL APPROPRIATE OR INAPPROPRIATE TIMES.
I WANNA READ IT~ *MAKES GRABBY HANDS AT*
GOOD FOR YOU. I LOOK FORWARD TO BEING THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. XD
IT'S SO BAD RIGHT NOW! DX
HEE HEE HEE!
LIES.
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