“A Complete Family”

For sun-summoning- thank you for being so patient with this, I know this took a loooooooot longer than it should’ve. Went through several drafts and ideas before I scrapped the whole thing and just started with a new idea. Hope you like it!

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For Everything There is a Season: Chapter Three

Rating: Mature

Summary: Waiting: it’s a practice Sakura is too familiar with. One she would happily let go, if only life would stop giving her loves to wait for. Sequel to In Times of Peace. SasuSaku.

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Prologue | 1 | 2

Akiko gives Sakura the shot that should keep her from conceiving. It hurts for a moment, a pain as swift and minor as a bee sting. She hasn’t kept up with her contraceptive since she lost Ryudo, but after what happened yesterday, it’s clearly past time that she started taking precautions again. Sakura blushes when she remembers the day before, how Sasuke took her with all the pent up passion of a man who hasn’t had his wife in months. It felt so good, to be touched by the husband she loves. Unwise, certainly, to have unprotected sex, but there’s little and less she can do now, except wait.

“There you go,” Akiko says. “That should last you until May.”

Sakura nods. “Thank you.”

She leaves the hospital and heads to Naruto and Hinata’s house. The Hokage is busy running the village, but his wife is home with their daughter today.

Hinata lets her inside, smiling gently. When she hears a visitor’s voice, Kushina runs into the living room and says, “Pick me up!”

“I don’t know if I can,” Sakura says, all mock seriousness. “You’re getting so big. How old are you now?”

Like most children, Kushina is proud to announce her age. She holds up three fingers.

Sakura looks to Hinata. “Can you believe it’s been three years since you delivered this little demon?”

Hinata shakes her head. “Barely,” she says.

Sakura takes a seat on the couch. Kushina happily curls up in her lap and falls asleep within a minute. Hinata brings chamomile tea from the kitchen and they drink it while they chat about work.

“How did your last assignment go?” Sakura asks. “Naruto told me he was worried about you.”

Hinata taps her teacup with fidgety fingers. “He worries too much,” she says. “Everything went fine—but it’s the last mission I’ll be taking for a while.”

Sakura frowns. “Why?”

Hinata smiles, but she looks more apologetic than happy. “I—I’m pregnant again.”

“Oh. Congratulations.” There’s a moment, just a moment, in which she feels a brief stab of jealousy. But then she pushes it away and says, “That’s great news, Hinata. I’m so happy for both of you.”

“Thank you,” she says, placing a protective hand over her still-flat belly.

“How far along are you?” Sakura asks.

“It’s early days,” Hinata says. “Just eight weeks.”

“The morning sickness must be awful,” Sakura says. “Mine was terrible at two months.”

Hinata nods. “It’s worse this time than with Kushina.”

“Are you and Naruto hoping for a son?” Sakura asks. “A baby brother for this one here.” She kisses the top of Kushina’s head. The girl sleeps on, thumb tucked safely in her mouth.

“We’ll be happy either way, of course, but I have a feeling it’s a boy,” Hinata says. She reaches over to pet her little girl’s silky hair, and the tenderness of the gesture, so motherly and full of love, almost hurts to watch.

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NfN fic: choose your path

title: choose your path (i of iii) prompt: fugamiko; mass effect au word count: 11,863 summary: welcome to the universe. where does your focus fall? notes: for stannide, many thanks for your donation to the narutofornepal project, which I strongly encourage everyone who hasn’t heard of it to check out. notes 2: there will be spoilers for events of the Mass Effect trilogy as the story progresses. While your choices in the game can significantly change how events will play out, there are some touchstone events or plot points this story cannot avoid touching upon. notes 3: I sincerely apologize for how long this is. really.

2186 CE

Six hours after the time her court-martial is supposed to have begun, one week after the Reapers’ first strike against Earth, Admiral Sarutobi enters the brig and wipes her record clean.

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A vegetable vendor waits for customers while sitting on a pile of bricks from collapsed temples in Kathmandu, Nepal on September 11, 2015. (Narendra Shrestha/EPA)

of love and lust, and shattered control

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For @youhavemademefree, who requested this now four months ago as of yesterday I believe, for the lovely narutofornepal​ project, with the prompt: “Sasuke wants to wait for marriage. The two get each other off in as many ways without actually doing the do.“

Long overdue, but since this is quite amazingly long, I’d like to think it makes up for it :)

Beware: this is rated entirely M, and very, very long. 12, 320 words, to be exact. 

He blamed it on the way the light fell upon her flushed face, filtered between the cracks of his old, dusty blinds; blamed it on her parted, red, abused lips, on the desire in those green, green eyes, and the way her hair felt in the spaces between his fingers. She was so absolutely, positively gorgeous, lying there beneath him. And her skin was so, so warm.

But mostly, he blamed it on her hands, and the way she touched him: on his chest, over his back, on his belly. Running over his flesh with hard strokes, the heat of her skin against his making him burn and press his mouth even harder against her own, fingers clenching her hair even tighter. His mind was dizzy with yearning, blood pounding so deafeningly in his head that he couldn’t stand to think. When her hand ran over his chest again, sharp nails scratching at his skin lightly, he couldn’t help himself from grinding down on her, mouth breaking from hers with a clear groan.

He never thought it would feel this way. There had been nights with dreams of wet, hot lust, where he’d wake up sweating and panting for breath—but they never felt something quite like this. This kind of sensation was stifling, coming over him in sharp, powerful waves of shuddering delight that left him tingling everywhere, the flush of his cheeks darkening.

He ground against her again, lips parting as the pulse of pleasure took him, but found himself swiftly snapped out of his haze as a whimper left her lips. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

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title: as into a dark fire chapter: one  summary: She will not pretend she has a place here. — SasuSaku, AU notes: this was requested by the effervescent rhea (sakurasass) via narutofornepal, a nonprofit initiative that raises money for the people of nepal in the wake of this year’s earthquake. 

Ring, ring.

“Hello?”

“It’s me. I… I need your help.”

Pause.

“Please. You’re my last chance.”

Thud, thud. Thud, thud.

“…Sakura?”

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An elderly and a young earthquake survivors in the remote village of Kerauja in Gorkha district, Nepal on May 6, 2015. (Philippe Lopez/AFP/Getty Images)

Balloons dedicated to the memory of the people who died in April 25, 2015 massive earthquake are released into the sky at Basantapur Durbar Square in Kathmandu, Nepal on June 27, 2015. Two powerful earthquakes in April and May devastated the Himalayan nation killing more than 8,800 people. (Niranjan Shrestha/AP)

In Nepal they have a festival that honours dogs and thanks them for being our loyal furry friends.

Poems I Do Not Write

Sakura realizes a month before graduation that she’s in love with both of her best friends. This rush of clarity isn’t sparked by anything meaningful or momentous. Just a simple afternoon alone with Sasuke and Naruto, lying in her backyard on a quilt Mikoto made for them, their hands linked together like daisy chains. She’s in the middle, as always, bookended by the boys who have framed her life. Sasuke’s grip is firm, solid and secure, while Naruto tangles his fingers with hers playfully, teasing her palm with his thumb. And it hits her, then and there, that she simply cannot do without either of them. Somewhere along the way, these young men have lured her heart into their hands, and now she doesn’t know how to get it back.

She has known Sasuke and Naruto since they were babies together, toddling around the sharp edges of furniture. She grew up beside them (no, between them), climbing trees with childish abandon and stealing ice cream from the freezer to glut themselves on. Her life is built of small moments strung together, like a thread that is impossibly intertwined with the boys she has come to think of as hers.

Now she sits up, breath coming a little too fast, a fact her friends are quick to notice. Sasuke puts a hand on her shoulder, offering silent comfort, and Naruto asks, “You all right, Sakura?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lies. Sakura leans against Sasuke, and he wraps an arm around her waist, casually possessive. Naruto looks at her with concerned blue eyes, as if he doesn’t quite believe her.

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An Irrevocable Condition: 6

Home, for Sakura, used to be the house she grew up in, but Pain’s invasion saw to its destruction. After the war, she came to see Konoha itself, even in its new incarnation, as the place where she could always come back to. But now she wonders whether home can be confined to anything as simple as buildings and the land they stand on. Maybe it’s something more, bound up in the collective affection of the people she cares for. Or rooted in her love for an itinerant man, wherever it takes her.

Sakura can’t be sure; she’s a fighter, not a philosopher, no matter how much she enjoys questioning things most people never bother to ask after.

She rests her head on Sasuke’s shoulder. “What do you think makes a home?”

They’re lying together in bed, both too wakeful to sleep. Sakura traces the same character again and again across the hard plane of his bare chest: mine, mine, mine.

“I don’t know,” Sasuke says, “but you can’t get rid of it.”

She frowns and asks, “What do you mean ‘can’t get rid of it’? Like it’s a bad thing?”

He sighs. “I wanted, for a long time, to forget you and Naruto and the rest of Konoha. To stop caring altogether. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do it. Not really.”

“Not even when you tried to kill me?” Sakura asks, voice carefully light.  

“You tried to kill me too,” he reminds her. “Did it mean you’d stopped loving me?”

“No, of course not,” she says.

“Well, there’s your answer.” He plays with her hair. “I am sorry about that, Sakura. If I could take it back, I would.”

They lie in silence for moments that stretch into minutes, until she finally finds the courage to ask a question she hopes she already knows the answer to: “Do you love me, Sasuke?”

He’s quiet for one heartbeat, two, then he says, “When we were still at the Academy, do you remember how a rumor went around that I liked girls with long hair?”

“Yes,” Sakura says, a little testily, because he isn’t answering her question.

“Well that rumor started because I was stupid enough to tell Kiba that I thought your hair was pretty. I was talking about the color, but I guess he thought I meant the length, and then he opened his fat mouth and told everybody I had a thing for long-haired girls.”

She can’t help it, she smiles. “You liked my pink hair?”

“I did. I always thought you were beautiful. And then later, after we were teammates, I started to feel more for you. Back then I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. Now I do, Sakura.” He kisses the top of her head. “I love you, like you love me, but I haven’t done a very good job of letting you know it. I’ll do better. I promise.”

Sakura wipes away her tears and props herself up on an elbow. She cups his cheek, turns his face toward her, and looks right into his mismatched eyes when she says, “I love you, too. I love you so much, Sasuke.”

He pulls her down, so that she’s lying flat against his chest, and kisses her. It’s gentle, hesitant even, just the barest brushing of lips. His first, she knows, and hers too, but it couldn’t be more perfect.

Much later, after they’ve kissed one another breathless, Sasuke says, “I want to do this every day for the rest of my life.”

He speaks with such confidence. As if a future together is an inevitability he craves.

Author’s Notes: For those who are unfamiliar with the project this chapter is a part of, the amazing uchihasass began Naruto for Nepal to bring together Naruto fans to raise money and awareness for Nepal in wake of the earthquakes that have devastated her home country. This is an absolutely incredible effort, one I am happy to be a small part of. Please check out the Naruto for Nepal official tumblr for more information.

Also, I’ve got to give credit where credit is due. Sasuke’s conversation with Sakura about her hair was 100% inspired by this post by hachina1.

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For Everything There is a Season: Chapter One

Sasuke had been adamant that he didn’t want to name their child after any of the family he’d lost, so when it comes time to choose what her son would have been called, Sakura picks Ryudo. A name with no history, no legacies of tragedy attached.

The funeral is a small affair. Just herself, Otousan and Okaasan, Kakashi, Sai, Ino, and the rest of the rookies—except for Sasuke, of course, who still hasn’t returned from his mission.

When it’s over, and her son’s ashes have been interred beneath a polished stone, Naruto walks Sakura back to her empty, three-bedroom house. “Are you sure you want to be by yourself?” he asks. “You could stay with me and Hinata if you want.”

“I’ll be fine,” she says. “Thank you, though, for being with me through all this. I won’t forget.”

He shrugs, as if true friendship is a small thing. And perhaps to Naruto, for whom loyalty and love come so easily, it is.

The next few days go by slowly. She takes the pills Akiko gave her to ease the pain and bathes all the time, because the bleeding makes her feel dirty. Sakura avoids the room across the hall, a white-walled almost-nursery, still waiting to be painted. We’ll take care of it when Sasuke comes home, she tells herself. Then we can clean it out together.

But one week passes, then two, then three, and still, her husband does not return. Sakura tells herself he’ll be home soon, makes up reasons for what could be taking so long, until there comes a morning when she finds she doesn’t quite care anymore. There is no excuse for such a delay, short of injury—and she’s certain that, under the circumstances, Naruto would never have sent Sasuke on a mission dangerous enough to truly challenge him.

It’s in the afternoon of the twenty-sixth day after her son’s death that Sakura finally enters the nursery. Cans of paint remain right where she and Sasuke left them, in the corner by the window. The wooden crib sits against the wall, new and polished, but painfully empty. Worst of all are shopping bags of the clothes she bought the Saturday before she realized the baby’s heart had stopped. Sakura doesn’t have to look inside them to remember the items she purchased, because she’d chosen each one with such care. Three onesies, identical in every way but color, in blue, yellow, and green. Miniature t-shirts and pants. Shoes small enough to fit an infant’s tiny feet.

She throws away the paint, the clothes, two little blankets, and an old mobile she found thrift shopping. Then she disassembles the crib. Some hopeful part of her would like to keep it, just in case she ever has need of a baby’s bed, but then Sakura remembers her absentee husband, and she decides not to bother. It goes in the trash with all the rest.

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