15 x 15 - Sasuke-Temari
Title: “Sasuke-Temari”
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Sasuke/Temari, mention of Gaara
Prompt: Wounded
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 422
Disclaimer: Naruto not mine
“Your Hokage is letting you rebuild your clan as long as it’s very far away from him. My brother needed to seal an alliance. That is all.” Temari closed the door after her with an overly strong slam.
Sasuke was at a loss. He was aware how bitchy most of the women around him were but it was never directed at him. Having his new wife not fawning over him should have been a relief… instead of vaguely annoying.
* * *
The first time she came home from a mission late, he realized she had been in the hospital and hadn’t bothered to send him a message.
“What does it matter to you?” she snapped back.
He was at a loss. Going and seeing her there would be a meaningless social obligation. It hadn’t been her turn to watch Makoto because he wasn’t allowed to take missions outside the village.
“It doesn’t.”
* * *
The second time she was in the hospital for weeks he found her there and told her Makoto was old enough to be asking for her and Kaguya would be soon.
She started to say something about “No real ninja growing up--” when he cut her off to yell about every scrap of guilt she had about her brother. His own parents aside, but that wouldn’t have had the effect.
She hit him. He was an S-class ninja but damn she hit hard and through the wall. And put a note he was to be alerted into her file.
* * *
They both ended up stuck in the hospital together with Shiku after a particularly bad B-class mission he’d been on. Temari paced a lot. Sasuke stared broodingly into space as was his want. Their older children were in and out of the hospital room at odd times.
Sometimes they’d both held his hand at the same time.
* * *
The hospital warned Temari recuperating at home meant resting and she wasn’t as young as she used to be. It was true, all the injuries accumulated in years as a ninja making her sore and rickety.
She would attempt to put Sasuke through a wall for mentioning any of this, of course. While he’d normally make a spar out of her violent behavior that would defeat the purpose and keep her in the house longer.
“It’s been twenty-five years,” he yelled back. “And people say I’m the emotionally dense one.”
For once in her life Temari had nothing to say back to that.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Sasuke/Temari, mention of Gaara
Prompt: Wounded
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 422
Disclaimer: Naruto not mine
“Your Hokage is letting you rebuild your clan as long as it’s very far away from him. My brother needed to seal an alliance. That is all.” Temari closed the door after her with an overly strong slam.
Sasuke was at a loss. He was aware how bitchy most of the women around him were but it was never directed at him. Having his new wife not fawning over him should have been a relief… instead of vaguely annoying.
* * *
The first time she came home from a mission late, he realized she had been in the hospital and hadn’t bothered to send him a message.
“What does it matter to you?” she snapped back.
He was at a loss. Going and seeing her there would be a meaningless social obligation. It hadn’t been her turn to watch Makoto because he wasn’t allowed to take missions outside the village.
“It doesn’t.”
* * *
The second time she was in the hospital for weeks he found her there and told her Makoto was old enough to be asking for her and Kaguya would be soon.
She started to say something about “No real ninja growing up--” when he cut her off to yell about every scrap of guilt she had about her brother. His own parents aside, but that wouldn’t have had the effect.
She hit him. He was an S-class ninja but damn she hit hard and through the wall. And put a note he was to be alerted into her file.
* * *
They both ended up stuck in the hospital together with Shiku after a particularly bad B-class mission he’d been on. Temari paced a lot. Sasuke stared broodingly into space as was his want. Their older children were in and out of the hospital room at odd times.
Sometimes they’d both held his hand at the same time.
* * *
The hospital warned Temari recuperating at home meant resting and she wasn’t as young as she used to be. It was true, all the injuries accumulated in years as a ninja making her sore and rickety.
She would attempt to put Sasuke through a wall for mentioning any of this, of course. While he’d normally make a spar out of her violent behavior that would defeat the purpose and keep her in the house longer.
“It’s been twenty-five years,” he yelled back. “And people say I’m the emotionally dense one.”
For once in her life Temari had nothing to say back to that.