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The festival lights glimmer under the night sky, painting the faces of young couples who pass by, and reflecting in the eyes of green foam and dark coal. Dark coal watches a woman dressed in pink, from head to toe, as she natters away and then bounces back to him, tugging at his arm.
"Hey, won't you try this candy apple? I know you don't like sweet things but I always love to watch your expression," giggles the woman with pink hair.
Sasuke wordlessly presses her open floral umbrella into her hand and catches her face after she has taken a bite herself. Beneath the canopy of flowers, two lips meet, building a rhythm set by their pounding hearts. Fireworks explode, and whether it is a sensation by their touch or a part of the festival, they are unsure. When they finally pull away, her lips are slightly bruised, and her face is flushed.
She looks up at him, starstruck. She is fixated on the softness of his eyes.
"And I always love to watch yours," he murmurs to her, a smirk gracing his lips.
"Huh?"
Her expression was the sweetest of them all, and he loved to savour it.
Inspired by this fan art.
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Daughter of Haruno
The clouds weep overhead and stroll pass mountains, hills, until they stumble across faces carved into stone. The rain swelters down, weeps across the faces sliding down a diamond, a mask, gliding across whiskers, and finally weeping against frames that are plastered against eyes studded with three commas. Those same eyes, without the commas, all black as granite absorb every little detail, even without the need to absolve into red. Her fingers taps through her device as she is focused in her new role as the Hokage. She is determined as ever to right her clan's name and to wear her title as proudly as her predecessor. She takes in every little detail, being sure not to miss the slightest thing - and that is how she spots it. The reflection in her tablet winks back at her, and she blinks. Once, twice.
Her fingers thread through her inky black locks until she finds the offending piece of grey that streaks through, hinting at the process of aging and possibly working too hard as her parents say.
The second female Hokage twirls the streak of colour, ready to tug it out, but- halts. As the tears of the skies die down, and the clouds part for the sun, her hair shines in the sunlight. On closer inspection, it is not grey that steals her attention from her goals as a leader. But dusty pink.
Red frames are slipped off, wiped, before being settled again. It is still pink she sees. It is a light that has peeked through the darkness. Wasn't that the way Papa always told it?
"Ah," she thinks. "Despite my family name, I am still the daughter of Sakura."
Sarada smiles to herself, content to have finally acquired a physical feature that signalled she was indeed her mother's daughter. Wasn't that one of the things she had desperately wanted as a child? To see in a parent a likeness to herself. Sarada marvels at that fact, a twinkle in her eye. Perhaps aging isn't so bad after all.
First thing I've written that isn't inspired by a Taylor Swift lyric wow lol
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Ahh, thank you so much for your kind words!
Sweat breaks across hot skin and the nightmares run rampage even as dawn awakens the skies. It is foul, to be sure, for the maddening whispers of his past to reach him even now, when he has ventured for miles to correct the cracks he had seared open with his crimson eyes and his left arm which has been blown to smithereens. For miles and years has he journeyed, but he still sees blood spattered across shadowed floors; his brother's torments curling into grief; and finally, his own hand taking the life of a woman with widened green eyes- No.
A voice tears through his own thoughts, and it is soft as a caress, a loving whisper.
"No," he hears again.
Through bleary eyes he swears he glimpses pink strands falling over him.
"Your dreams are just that, Sasuke-kun," the voice elaborates. "The reality is far greater, far grander. I live, and I wait for you, still. My words are as true as your beating heart."
He finds a renewed sense of hope and his sole hand reaches foward, attempting to grasp at the woman that soothes his aching soul- but for nought.
His hand clings to air, and a for a beat grief almost takes over. But the words of healing echo in his mind and he knows that regardless of whether what he heard was a faded memory or a desperate grasp at sanity, the words are true. For their hearts are connected despite their distance, and just that reality will get Sasuke through another night.
Inspired by TS Evermore lyrics:
and when i was shipwrecked i thought of you, in the cracks of light i dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through, i swear you were there
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The person who made this is so talented!
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Sweat breaks across hot skin and the nightmares run rampage even as dawn awakens the skies. It is foul, to be sure, for the maddening whispers of his past to reach him even now, when he has ventured for miles to correct the cracks he had seared open with his crimson eyes and his left arm which has been blown to smithereens. For miles and years has he journeyed, but he still sees blood spattered across shadowed floors; his brother's torments curling into grief; and finally, his own hand taking the life of a woman with widened green eyes- No.
A voice tears through his own thoughts, and it is soft as a caress, a loving whisper.
"No," he hears again.
Through bleary eyes he swears he glimpses pink strands falling over him.
"Your dreams are just that, Sasuke-kun," the voice elaborates. "The reality is far greater, far grander. I live, and I wait for you, still. My words are as true as your beating heart."
He finds a renewed sense of hope and his sole hand reaches foward, attempting to grasp at the woman that soothes his aching soul- but for nought.
His hand clings to air, and a for a beat grief almost takes over. But the words of healing echo in his mind and he knows that regardless of whether what he heard was a faded memory or a desperate grasp at sanity, the words are true. For their hearts are connected despite their distance, and just that reality will get Sasuke through another night.
Inspired by TS Evermore lyrics:
and when i was shipwrecked i thought of you, in the cracks of light i dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through, i swear you were there
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'That's When'
He flits back into her life like the wind, announcing his arrival with whispers that pass along roads until they reach her. She is on shift when the rumours greet her, and she is reminded of their previous encounter, three months prior where once again she had requested to be by his side as he journeyed lands, seeking atonement. The mask of a smile slightly slips on her face as her assistant urges Sakura to take her break now, to seek out her love.
"No," Sakura says, shaking her head with a sad smile painted on her lips. "I won't seek him out again."
"Oh..." comes the response from the other medic before she relieves herself from Sakura's presence, making an excuse. Sakura is relieved that the other woman knows when not to overstep as she goes back to her mountain of paperwork. Alas, she is disrupted by her own thoughts that cloud her, the unshakeable memories that refuse to leave her side. Her mind flits back to three months pior:
***
The stars danced in the night sky, twinkling their secret love songs to anyone who dared look up. Sakura sat atop the rooftop of her apartment building, sharing her own heart in the quietness of the night where only the sky could hear her. That was, until she heard soft footprints behind her. She looked over her shoulder and beckoned him closer, gently tapping the space beside her.
"Sasuke," she greeted, almost shyly, grateful for the darkness to conceal the heat that festered over her cheeks. "What brings you here?"
Silence followed as his answer except for the seat that he took, his sole arm bent on his perched knee. Her line of sight left him, his perfectly carved face and aristocratic nose, and followed his line of sight as he looked beyond the village gates. She understood his sentiments of seeking her out on a quiet night like this. It was his farewells and apologies all disclosed to her.
A weak stutter left her lips, "W-will you take me with you?"
An air of resistance passes through his nose in response.
"For how long will you punish yourself, Sasuke? How long until you let yourself FEEL again?"
'How long until you accept my love?' she almost asked.
He shakes his head, still refusing to look at her and says, "I did you wrong, made mistakes, and put you through all of this."
By 'all of this' she imagines he means his dark unwinding path that he paved where she lost herself to love, and he, revenge.
"I know," she affirms, causing him to finally look upon her unshed tears. "But that was then. So follow my lead and leave those all alone in our past."
She urges him to understand that no matter what he has done, no amount of destruction that he has caused can ever stop her from loving him. Her feelings for him is a river that has burst with no dam to stop it. She can sense how the space between them starts to diminish as the seconds tick by. Before she knows it, her lips are almost on his and she thinks she finally understand how to confess her love in the same quietness that Uchiha's do. She thinks her heart will pound out of her chest and combust, but then the moment is momentarily lost as he abruptly pulls away, pulling away her hopes with him. He stands and faces away from her.
"I can't," are the first words that sear through her. And then, "I need some time, need some space to think about all of this."
The ache in her chest is somehow salved by this confession. It is not a rejection, but almost a plea for her to wait a bit longer, even if he himself cannot comprehend it. So once again she offers a quiet, "I know."
She watches him leave, sure that she did not imagine the hesitation in his steps as he draws away from her.
**
It is a month later that she receives a letter from him, with only the words, 'When can I come back?'
She reads the regret behind his words, the unspoken guilt and apology of not accepting her affections sooner. She writes back. But she does not hear from him again, nor does he come back, and so she lives to forget Sasuke Uchiha and puts all her fortitude in the hospital.
So now, when she hears of his arrival, she accepts that their paths were never meant to be entwined. So it is that she continues to bury herself in her pride and joy at the hospital.
'Pride and joy,' she almost scoffs at the thought. No amount of distance or freedom from him has - ever - kept her from feeling clean. The shadow of his presence still clings onto her and she so desperately wants to find the object of her desires when he is so close by. But she steels herself, and she is almost proud of her discipline even as it hurts her.
She stays at the hospital until dusk begins to settle. She paces home, taking in her surroundings as the setting sun paints the streets in glowing amber. Colours of the sun pave her way home, until she is greeted by muted tones sitting on her doorstep.
"Sa-Sasuke-kun?"
He opens one eye and looks up at her.
"You said you'd be waiting at the front gate," he accuses.
"What?" she asks stupidly.
"In your letter," he clarifies.
"Oh," is all she can manage to say before she shakes her head at the absurdity of it all. "Get up so we can get in. Have you seen Kaka- the Hokage, yet? How long have you been waiting here?"
Sasuke stands and allows Sakura to open the door. He follows her in as he says, "Long enough to know you've been avoiding me."
She blinks at him waiting for him to elaborate, so he does. "Rumours here fly faster than my shuriken. I'd say you've known of my arrival for hours and didn't think to greet me like you said you would. What changed, Sakura?"
"'What changed?'" Sakura echoes as she seats herself on a couch, collecting her thoughts. "I never heard back... Honestly, when you were gone did you ever think of me?" She questions him with a determined look in her eye; determined to get answers.
Sasuke steps closer towards her until she has to crane her neck to look up at him.
His answer is a soft caress that washes over her. "When I would wake up in the morning, when it was sunny or storming. Anticipating you waiting at the front gate, wanting to see your face...Sakura, that's when."
She feels the rough pads of his fingertips as they brush her tears away with a single stroke.
"You- you memorised my letter," Sakura gasped, realisation surfacing.
"Ah," Sasuke confirmed.
"I'm back, Sakura. I came back for you. If you'll still have me, that is." Sasuke's gaze flits to the side as his cheeks are slightly reddened.
"Do you mean-?" Sakura asks, hopeful. Daring to allow herself to hope once more.
He takes the excitement in her tone as confirmation of her unyielding feelings.
"Hn. Your words taught me to accept forgiveness. I believe there's a lot more you can teach me on our travels."
Sakura feels the wobble of her lips before the tears come spilling out. She tries but fails to contain herself as she asks, "When do we leave?" She chokes on her words but it is his that act as a gentle lullaby.
"Tomorrow. That's when."
[END]
#sasusaku#taylor lyrics#Taylor Swift#from the vault#based on a taylor swift song#That's when#blank period
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"Evermore' Snippet: Chapter 8.
"I've been thinking," she murmurs to him as they glide across otherwise empty staircases together. "About how you have been surviving. The car you mentioned you have, the suits. It's all Orochimaru, isn't it?"
She glances up at him and receives a pointed look in turn. With no words emitting from his lips, it is enough to know that she has bordered across fine lines. His silence is also confirmation.
"I'm not judging you," she adds, wanting him to know he still has a friend in her, someone to console to when ready. "I just want you safe." They turn corners. Part ways. Inevitably, planned, they end up together in her room five minutes later. "I just want to know if you know what you're doing. Aware of what you're dealing with."
He strikes back at her, like a snake. "Do you know what you're dealing with?"
'I'm still here because of you,' she wants to say, but instead what permeats from her mouth is, "I know enough. And I have purpose. To learn of what I can and gain my skills in politics and the dark-webbed history of it all, before I disentangle it. Before I cause chaos, and restore order. I know what I want, Sasuke. I know what I want to get out of this. I want to liberate myself, and all those who are too stuck like me, with no way else to go but remain stagnant with nothing to achieve," she retells her story of her own grief, of having nothing else to live for but her dreams that currently remain unachievable, a birth of fiction. She takes a step towards him. "But I also want to help liberate you. Your soul which remains trapped in this now barren land where once our innocence resided. I want you to be free." 'To join me,' she almost says, 'in my freedom'.
"Now tell me," she continues, "What is that you want after? What is it that your blood fights for?" In a whisper she adds, "Why do you sell your soul to the devil?" She has breached the lines of his conditions of staying silent on the matter of Orochimaru and the mark which she believes is cursed. She swallows as she looks at his eyes, wild with... what? Resentment? Anger? His eyes fall to her breasts, where the pendant lies, winking back at him as it taunts the two of their roles in this disenchanted play.
In a sudden step of close proximity, he holds her hand and brings it to his chest. An uncharacteristic move that it leaves her mind whirling for a while, unable to catch up. But still, she is sure that she did not fabricate hearing the words, "I wish to take your hand and mend all your broken wings. To step beside you as you reach new heights. Just... give me time and space to do what I must do."
She is perplexed, unable to make of his words as her brows stitches together in uncertainty. "You... want to take my hand?" she repeats, the only words that she could possibly comprehend. "Even if it's been promised to another?" It is marriage that she speaks of, they both know. But she is unsure of his own meaning.
Read my Sakura-centric AU at: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255344763-evermore Also find it on Ff.net, AO3 and Quotev
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'Evermore' snippet: Chapter 7.
She watches him as he settles atop her pillows, making himself comfortable. Noticing how he does not change into the spare night clothes that he had left in her room a few days prior, indicating that he does not plan to stay the entire night.
'What other secrets do you keep from me? What terrors have you seen?'
But his eyes drift asleep anyway, and his breath becomes soft and shallow as he escapes into his dream state. She wishes she too can find peace in her sleep, but how could she, when just his presence alone brings her the peace she desires in short fantasies of her reality. Does he not know that he has already brought her to her dreamland, just like he had so many summer's ago, at the ripe age of seven? Is he not aware that he is the ivy, the clover fields, that bloom all over and take hostage of her heart made of stone, casting it with a golden glow?
Does he not know that it pains her so dreadfully so to see him battle his wars, and alone, at that?
Oh, does he not know that he is the stealer of hearts, and hers has been captured by his cunning hands?
She takes the dock leaves and rub it gently across his tarnished hands, merging his with hers, intertwining their fingers, longing to be just that little bit closer, in mind and spirit.
She sleeps with the knowledge that her greyest skies had been painted in blue, and that she longs to sleep beside her friend for evermore.
He is the gust of wind that alights her, brandishes all her colours until she is golden. She dreams of spring, for he is at her fingertips, awaiting her call - the one where she realises her true place beside him. It would be then, that all the creatures of the earth would harmonise together, making sense of things that would otherwise not fit together.
She sleeps.
And he stays.
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'Evermore' Snippet: Chapter 6
As she finished wiping his hands dry, she held them in her grasp close to her heart. She whispered to him her heart's desire, "I have but one request, Sasuke."
It is as he looks at her that she notices the closeness of their faces. She could count the eyelashes that protrude from his eyes if she cared, but instead she takes note of how his slender nose fits so perfectly in the centre of his face, creating a symmetrical picture that any woman would die to have for herself.
"What is it?" he asks.
"Stay with me tonight, Sasuke," she requests in a hushed tone, studying his face as he gives nothing away to her demands.
"If that is what you wish."
His words are of finality, and it is done.
They cushion themselves on her bed, a distance of worlds apart between them which is filled with whispers of their pasts and she is almost 13 again - brimming with hope and a want for a better future. Hope and desires to save little boys from a cruel fate at an orphanage that does not want its inhabitants who have nowhere else to go. She knows where her past lies with him, and somehow, somewhere deep inside, a seed sprouts inside her waiting to grow to want a future with him too...
If her heart was made of stone, then he is the ivy that grows beneath it, threatening to cradle her and wash her in green colours of life and save her from her anger at the world.
Her eyes flutters close, and as they do, she once again sees the seven year-old boy who once beckoned her to a land where they could escape to from all the fears of the world.
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time will wash every tower to the sea
“Sakura.” he says, with the sacredness of a prayer. ‘That’s not my name’, she thinks, but there is such an aching familiarity in his voice that she swears it could have been.
FFN.
-x-
Time will wash every tower to the sea, but never you and me.
-x-
Fated
When Sakiko wakes up that morning, she feels electricity in the air. Static at her fingertips, the taste of metal in her mouth, the weight of lead in her stomach.
Life at the hospital is too fast paced though, and there is no free moment to consider the anticipation that has been building in her chest till the end of her sixteen-hour shift. Standing over the metal sink, clawing to get out the blood that has dried in the crevices around her fingernails, she finally pauses long enough to feel the zing in the atmosphere. ‘What is it?’, she wonders, ‘Am I forgetting something?’
Staring in the mirror over the sink, she regards her tired green eyes and limp pink hair falling out of her ponytail. She frowns as she tries to remember if something was supposed to happen today. It feels like a half forgotten memory trying to reach the tip of her tongue but getting lost somewhere in her throat. She goes over every patient she is assigned one by one, trying to remember if there is something she has forgotten, but comes up empty.
Frustrated, she gathers her things and leaves the locker room. Walking down the hospital hallway, she ticks off things in her mind. ‘Groceries? I don’t need to shop for another week, I think. Electricity bill? Wait no, I paid that already. What could it be?’ She feels the tingling on her skin grow stronger as she nears the hospital doors. Waving a cheery goodbye to the people at the reception, she turns the handle of the staff exit door and steps out into the dying sunlight. Breathing in the cool evening air, she immediately feels relief in her muscles and wonders if the rumbling apprehension was just a consequence of being cooped up inside all day.
She has barely finished the thought when her gaze meets mismatched onyx and purple eyes that mirror the alarm and surprise in her own, and suddenly every muscle in her body is more coiled than ever before. She feels her throat closing, her body running out of air, and the sudden clarity of her mind.
She has never seen this man before, she knows, but a voice inside her head whispers ‘This is it.’
-x-
Salvation
In every lifetime, Sasuke wonders what it will be like when he finds her again (because he will, this much he knows), but he never imagined it would be quite like this.
Stumbling upon her in a small satellite town, where he only stopped by to post a letter.
He was on his way out of the town when he was suddenly trapped by gravity, rooted in place by a feeling he couldn’t name growing in his chest.
And just like that, she walked out through the most unremarkable doors, extraordinary forest green eyes finding his.
He thinks this is what it must be like to find the face of God at the end of a pilgrimage.
-x-
Pinnacle
Sakiko isn’t religious, not particularly spiritual either, but staring at his dark hair against alabaster skin with eyes she could never forget but somehow can’t remember, she thinks she has found enlightenment.
She feels like an eternity has passed her by as they stare at each other across the street. Suddenly he is moving, unmindful of the traffic passing by, looking every bit as bewildered as her.
In a blink he is in front of her, eyes drinking her in like she is the pinnacle of some journey, an artist’s magnum opus, a scientist’s greatest discovery, a ghost.
“Sakura.” he says, with the sacredness of a prayer.
‘That’s not my name’, she thinks, but there is such an aching familiarity in his voice that she swears it could have been.
-x-
Remembrances
It doesn’t take long for him to realize she doesn’t know who he is, not in the way he knows her, but there is still a shard of remembrance buried within her mortal soul that has transcended the same lifetimes he has.
Why else would she bring a man she never met into her home without either of them uttering a word of explanation.
He sits on her deep navy couch and takes in the small apartment. It feels like an out-of-body experience to see her new life reflected all over the space. Pictures with people he has never known, shelves lined with books he has never heard of, little trinkets with histories that are foreign to him. He feels a pang in his chest.
But his eyes find her again, leaning against the kitchen counter twiddling her thumb like she did when she was nervous, dressed in blue hospital scrubs (of course she would be a healer, of course), the same vision of pink and green he has yearned for across ages, and he knows with utmost clarity that the entirety of time couldn’t chip away at their familiarity.
“My name is Sakiko.” she says, frowning.
Sakiko, he mulls. He supposes he should have expected her name would be different, but he rejoices that even now her name is the personification of spring. Even after all this time spent searching for her, he has no idea where to start telling her about him and their history.
“I’m Sasuke.” he says, deciding that’s as good a place to start as any.
Her doe eyes widen as she swallows a small gasp, like the name had been inside her all along, asleep beneath her consciousness, and he wonders perhaps there isn’t as much to explain as he had thought.
-x-
Transcendental
‘We were lovers,’ he had told her, choking slightly on the were.
Sakiko wonders when all her scientific aptitude her teachers gushed about went down the drain because she believes him with the utmost confidence.
He told her that many lifetimes ago they had been shinobi from the village hidden in the Leaves, that they had been on the same team, had fought in a war together, had fallen in love, gotten married, and had a child together.
Her mind is reeling as she struggles to catch up. She knew about shinobi, but she never imagined she could be one. She had no idea where the Hidden Leaf was. She certainly hadn’t ever fought in a war.
But staring into his clashing eyes, feeling the reverb of his voice in her bones, ‘I could have loved him’ she thinks.
-x-
Dread
He cradles the mug of hot tea she had made for him, watching the steam rise and dissipate into the air. Sakur-Sakiko is sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table, quietly listening as he recounted their past lives.
Through his journey recounting his first birth as Indra, to the incarnation of the Sasuke she had known, and the many lifetimes that had passed by since then till now, she hung onto every word in rapture. Frowning in confusion, smiling in amusement, even crying some tears at the many tragedies that had punctuated his and her life, but she never once looked surprised or disbelieving.
Many quiet moments pass as he drinks his tea and she lets the information sink in.
“How do you remember everything?” she asks him, looking helpless at her own lack of memory.
He sets his cup down. “In every life since the one I knew you, when I turn seventeen, my rinnegan awakens and I remember every past life. Naruto awakens the Six Paths Sage Mode and he remembers too. In most lifetimes we both find each other. Sometimes we don’t.”
“Did you find him this time?”
“Aa.”
“Where is he now?”
“He is looking for Hinata, his partner.”
“Oh. Has he found her before?”
“Yeah, he mostly does. She is a descendant of the Otsusuki too, and most of the time she remembers and they find each other. Even if she doesn’t, she always remembers when he finds her.”
Something in her expression shifts.
“I loved you, didn’t I? Why don’t I remember?” she says, her voice sounding small.
He feels a tectonic shift in his chest, like his entire heart has been displaced by the fears he had been trying to run from all these years. He doesn’t know how to tell her how absolutely terrified he had been that he would never find her, that her mortal ancestry meant that she was never reborn. How he and Naruto, and even Hinata, had searched for her like savages to the ends of the earth, starting over from scratch every new cycle. How on every deathbed he had longed for her, and prayed for his life to end once and for all if she was no longer on the earth. He wants to tell her what a miracle it is that she is here and he has found her, that her memory is a small price to pay because he will tell her a thousand times if he has to, but he knows the words will crush him on their way out.
He doesn’t even realize she has moved till he feels the dip in the couch where she rests her knee, and then the embrace of her arms around him. Neither of them has said anything but he knows she understands.
-x-
Kindered
One look at him and she knows what he is thinking. She can read the terror in his eyes as clear as day: I thought I’d never find you.
She feels the landslide in her own chest, tumbling down to her stomach and weighing her down.
“Why did you keep looking?” She asks, burrowing her head in his shoulders, crying for a man she has loved without ever knowing.
He is quiet for a long time and she thinks he isn’t going to answer. Then he says-
“You told me once that you knew we were soulmates when you and Naruto were looking for me after I left, and when you were combing through Kaguya’s worlds to find me. You said you could find me through every age, solar system, and dimension. That there was a current that pulled you to where I was-”
He feels her still.
“-When I was reborn that first time without you, I understood what you had meant.”
-x-
Luminsecent
She can’t breathe.
It’s all too much. The buzz in the air all morning, the weight of ancient history, the indescribable pull towards the man sitting on her couch. He looked so completely wrecked at the hands of time, like a man who had no choice but to endure in his quest, only to pause at the finish line long enough to take in just how tired he is. He had suffered the ruthlessnesss of so many lives, looking for her.
‘I’ve been looking for you, too’ something inside her whispers, ‘I just never knew till I found you.’
She knows she is crying, and though she can’t see his face from her position in their embrace, she thinks he is too.
She looks over behind her shoulder to watch the spring sunrise pour in through her window and slowly inch towards them across the living room floor. She never realized when the entire night passed them by.
Detangling her arms from around him, she settles on the couch, angling herself towards him. He lifts his head from his arms and looks at her.
She breathes in deeply…and then begins-
“I was born in a smaller village on the outskirts of this town. I went to the Land of Earth to study medicine, and then returned here to work at the hospital. I never knew my parents, I was raised by my aunt. I like reading philosophy and history, and…I guess I still like sweets.”
He stares at her with wide eyes as he slowly realizes what she is trying to do. She carries on telling him about the life she has lived, the one he missed, and watches as he clings on to every word, like every little insignificant fact she told him gave him a second chance, another rebirth.
By the time she is finished they are drenched in sunlight, from the same sun they sat under together in their past lives, and she feels like her skin is on fire.
It’s a new morning, another beginning, another chance.
“Do you want to grab some lunch?” she asks, struck by the mundaneness of the question in the aftermath of such a transcendental disclosure.
He clears his throats and nods.
She flashes him a smile and wonders how it pairs with her tear streaked cheeks, and parts with him briefly to wash her face and grab her keys.
She pauses at the apartment door and waits for him to join her, only to find him staring at her with an intensity that takes her breath away.
“I…” he begins, “Thank you, Sakiko”
Something in his words ignites something within her, and she feels like a trapeze sailing through the air but falling just short of waiting hands.
“Sakura.” she says abruptly, “You.. can call me Sakura.” she announces.
For a moment he looks surprised, and then smiles like he has been set free.
“Thank you, Sakura.”
There is magic in those words that she can feel in her soul, a certainty that surpasses the transience of life, the finality of physics.
‘In the next life, I will look for you.’ she vows, ‘but first, this one.’
They step out into the daylight.
Fin.
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A very indulgent piece I wrote inspired from Samsara by @kuriquinn and Queitus by SeraphinaScribes, both of which I recommend you read. Hope you enjoy!
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'Evermore' Snippet: Chapter 5.
"What's the deal with Sasuke? He's been so off. I don't ever remember seeing his eyes so sad, not even when his brother and father used to have their heated arguments. You've been friends with Sasuke for a while, right, Naruto? Would you know anything?" a twelve year old Sakura asked Naruto as they ate lunch together just outside Konoha Academy, waiting for Sasuke to arrive with his own lunch.
"Hmm," Naruto rubbed the back of his head as he squinted his eyes, lost in deep thought. "Well, I don't think it's my place to tell you this... but I met Sasuke in the orphanage."
Sakura's world had stopped at that last word. The revelation caused her to drop her spoon on the ground, and for a second she swore she forgot how to breathe. Suddenly, the slight coldness she had felt around Sasuke made sense. His lack of conversation. His dulled eyes - he was aching with grief so deep, there was no way she could bring him back to the boy she once knew.
"...and so, yeah. Me and Sasuke were never adopted. I was constantly playing pranks on him and everyone else around the village, and although Sasuke seemed like he resented me for it, deep down, even I could tell that he saw me as a brother. So now Mr Hiruzen, the Hokage, has us living together and gives us allowances with Mr Umino and Mr Hatake over-seeing our welfare," Naruto explained.
At the sight of Sasuke approaching them with a tray in hand, Naruto added quickly, "But don't let Sasuke know I told you all this just yet. Or he'll definitely kick my ass this time. It's best if you speak with him yourself."
"Of course..." Sakura had replied, still shaken by the revelation that the family that she had come to know as a child had been eradicated, with only two survivors left, one of them no where to be found, at that.
Sasuke... who even at the age of twelve still felt shackled to his own demons, had soon felt his burdens weigh a little lighter with both Naruto and Sakura there to help him sink out of his own darkness. She had helped him. She had told him she always would, for he had helped her once.
And here he was now, tarnishing what was once shiny and bright, by tearing it all away. But no matter how much life had changed them, had torn them apart, she would not give up on their friendship. She would not give up on him. Even now, he needed her. He did not know it, but she had a few more answers to his questions, and indeed, he needed her.
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'Evermore' Snippet: Chapter 4
His eyes held the midnight sky, trapping it within his dark orbs, mesmerising anyone who befell his dark gaze. However, Sakura noticed, where once stars glistened in his midnight eyes, they were only left blank - as if all light had been eroded.
The black strands of his hair settled around his face like a perfect set of dominoes, highlighting his refined bone structure and accentuating his sharp jaws that could cut glass. Where his hair was perfectly settled at the front, it had decided to rebelliously grow at all angles at the back, like a group of daggers, ready to strike its opponent.
' Sasuke?'
He is cold, distant. He is no long the warm, summer boy she remembers from her childhood nor is he the autumnal faded leaves that greets her with comfort she remembers from just a year prior. Rather, he is a cold, harsh winter that threatens to crack everything around him with his frost. But she does not blame him, for life has been cruel to him, she knows, as it has been to her. And the heavens only knows how much she has changed too.
What are two broken things if they cannot compliment each other?
Abandoned.
And lost.
By the cruel realities that this hellish life has to offer.
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Fun fact from Boruto Voltage
Sasuke is preparing Sakuras favorite desert for Valentine
Sakura is preparing Sasukes favorite food for Valentine
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★ 【肉】 「 sakura / sasuke 」 ☆
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My headcanon is that Sasuke told Sakura not to tell Sarada about any of their intimate moments, including kissing, because he finds it embarrassing. (He thinks that even a kiss should be kept private from the world, and especially from his daughter.)
SS fans, there’s a pro-Sasusaku explication about Sakura’s sad face in the middle?
I only know the anti-sasusaku explication (that can make sense if we exclude Sasuke retsuden) so I’m wondering if there’s a pro-ss one bc I didn’t see a ss stan debunking the anti theory
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There's so many things I love about this!
From Sasuke's endearing term of "Hey dumbass" (lol), to Ino getting all emotional but still managing to add some girl talk through her tears, to THE KISS.
And I love how all the characters are kept in character too. Could be canon, tbh. ❤
🌸THE BEST❤
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