[seven heavenly virtues] [charity] my life with you - part 3
Author: Shakespearnarutostyle
Rating: T (for now)
Summary: Thrown into a situation that neither of them had any experience in, they enjoyed the journey of getting to know each other.
Word Count: 1867
Status: in-progress
Warning(s): Slight mention of intimacy, suggestive theme
The first time she fainted, or near fainted, she was busy in the large kitchen in the heart of the main house. She was in the middle of instructing the maid to hand the rice when a wave of dizziness rushed over her.
“Sakura-sama!” A servant exclaimed as she rushed to stabilize her lady. The rosette cradled the side of her head and stuttered, disoriented.
Mikoto noticed the commotion and left her task of inspecting the cooking if the large amount of rice. She put a hand on her daughter-in-law’s back and ushered the maid away.
“Sakura? What is it that you feel?”
“I-“ She closed her mouth, feeling too disoriented to form actual sentences. “faint.” She finally muttered.
“It is probably the heat from all this cooking. Come, fresh air is what you need.”
She collapsed ungracefully on the grass as they appeared in the courtyard. Mikoto knelt in front of her.
“Are you feeling better?”
Just as she opened her mouth to reply, a young maid rushed to her side with a cup of water. She downed the cold liquid in a hurry, suddenly feeling parched.
The Uchiha matriarch frowned. “That is it, no more cooking for you.”
“But-“
The older woman waved her index finger disapprovingly. “You will rest in your chambers, you look pale.”
She pressed her lips together and nodded. She accepted the helping hand and trudged towards the farthest chambers in the main house, in the far back corner.
She lied on the bed and drifted to a light slumber. She barely registered the warm hand that smoothed her hair and the whisper from Mikoto that she will be back to check on her.
It was a while later that her ears caught the sound of feet thudding against the hard wood floor.
A hand placed itself on her forehead and her lids slid open to reveal her emerald eyes. She tried to sit up when she was met with the sight of her husband but was promptly stopped.
“Did I wake you?” His voice was gentle.
She shook her head. “I think that I overslept.”
“Are you ill?”
“No, I must have stayed in the heat for too long.” She pulled the covers from her body. “I need to return there.”
He pushed her back down. “They can handle it.”
She made an uncharacteristic whining sound. “It is your birthday.”
“And I say, rest.”
She lied back down at his insistence. “I wanted to cook your favorite dishes.” She confessed.
He chuckled. “You did?”
“Yes, for the feas- The feast!” she exclaimed suddenly. The rosette hastily pulled the sheets from her body and made to stand.
“Why do you care about such things when you are like this?”
“But-but this in celebration of your birthday and, I am your wife.”
“Are you insisting on going for appearance’s sake or for my sake?”
She blushed. “How could you think that? Of course it is for you, I care fo-“ She covered her mouth could utter the confession but the surprised look on his face told her that he already caught wind of what she intended to say.
He bowed his head then smiled. “Can you make sure that you are rested at all times?”
“W-wha? Oh, right. Of course.”
He nodded his head. He stopped on his trek out. “And Sakura?”
“Hai?”
“I do not care much for feasts, I was intending on finding an excuse to not attend.”
She felt disappointment settle in the pit of her stomach, she had already cooked so much of his favorite foods.
“But I’ll suppose I’ll attend.” Her head snapped up. “For your sake.”
The second time caught her, a week later, at the most inopportune of times.
She let out a shaky groan when his sinful lips found way to the smooth skin on her pale neck. He paused and frowned. Her moan sounded strange, not like the sound of pleasure that she usually strangles out of her throat, but more like a sound of discomfort.
“Sakura?” He asked. “Are you alright?”
The rosette looked at him apologetically. “I am sorry, I will try harder.”
He clicked his tongue and detached himself from her. Her hair was disheveled, spread like a halo on the dark pillows, while her loosened kimono slid down her creamy shoulders.
“You are looking pale, this has gone for too long.”
She remained silent.
“You vomited two days ago, as well.”
Her eyes widened, she thought that he didn’t know about that. “I must…have eaten something that did not sit well with my stomach.”
“You should have said no.”
He had entered their shared bedroom earlier, late at night, with no intention of doing anything but sleep, but she looked too tempting with her hair wet from a recent bath and he thought that he could last for a few more hours.
He grasped her chin when she looked away from him. “Do not fear to reject me when you feel like this.”
She nodded. “I am sorry.”
“It is alright, rest yourself.”
The third episode was when she crumpled over in pain, during the gathering of the ladies, clutching her stomach for dear life.
She barely registered the knowing looks that the ladies exchanged as she was being told to breathe.
“Tsubaki-san.” Mikoto addressed one of Sasuke’s aunts, who was not very fond of the rosette. “I do believe that you know what we have on our hands.”
The older lady scoffed. “It is about time, I was starting to worry that the lass is barren.”
Sakura’s eyes widened, not with pain, but rather with surprise. How could she, a medic in her own right, have missed the symptoms?”
Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks at the state that he found his young wife in. she was seated, with her knees tucked neatly beneath her, with a grave look that resembled the grimace of one that received news of a great tragedy.
He knelt in front of her and frowned when she failed to acknowledge his presence.
“Sakura?”
“I- I, Sas- you.” She closed her mouth when she could not say anything comprehensible.
“ Are you ill again? Tell me, what is it you feel?”
His eyes scanned her form, trying to locate any visible injury.
“Sasuke-kun, I…I am...” She cradled her head in her hands, frustrated.
He frowned at the state that she was in. she was so distraught in the most uncharacteristic of ways.
“Tell me.” He repeated.
“I am with child.”
He almost choked on his saliva at the new piece of information. In a way, he felt foolish for not anticipating this. He had bedded her numerous times, more than he could count, and intimacy ultimately resulted in pregnancy if no proper measures were taken.
“W-were you not….” He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
A lone tear escaped the premises of Sakura’s emerald eyes. “It…It never crossed my mind.”
His heart sank as crystals continued to descend down her cheeks. She jerked as a sob fought its way pass her throat. His first instinct was to hold her.
She fisted the material of his clothes and sobbed against him. It was all he could to rub her back.
He pushed at her shoulders gently. “Sakura, I am…” He cut himself off, unable to even think of an apology.
“I am nineteen, am I ready to be, to be a mother?”
And she felt foolish for not thinking about that aspect of their marriage when she offered her body to him.
He pulled her back to his embrace and stared at the wall as if it would give him answers.
Defeated, he passed his arms beneath her knees and carried her towards the bedroom much to her surprise.
He held her in his embrace, her head tucked beneath his chin, and his arms plastering her to his body.
She stared at hollow of his throat, unsure as to what to do. He was always kind but never this affectionate.
“Sas-“
“Shh.” He was quick to silence her. “Let it slip your mind for a bit.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” And then, at length, he added. “My father taught me this, to solve whatever issues.”
She immediately perked up; he never talked to her about his father.
“What happened to him?” She asked hesitantly.
She heard his sigh, deeply. “He was…assassinated, on a trip to the capital.”
“Oh.” It was all she could do; she could not bring herself to say the pointless ‘sorry’.
“Did you find out…”
“Yes. “ He breathed. “The treaty with the Koji Clan was insecure. The fight for the lands was ongoing and they sent their heir to kill him.” Hid breathing grew heavy. “He was unarmed, alone.”
“Why would he…”
“The peace gathering of the noble Clans, they weren’t supposed to fight him when all announced a cease of fire in a period if peace.” He chuckled. “He put up a fight, however, he was outnumbered but he killed three of them.”
“Skilled man. What happened to the Koji heir?”
He stiffened. “A story for another day.”
With unusual courage, she snuggled into his side. “Alright.” Her eyes widened. “It worked.”
He paused for a second, unsure as to what she meant, then chuckled.
“Well, it didn’t if you are still thinking about it.”
She lowered her head. “I just remembered. It’s not something that could be easily overlooked.”
He sighed. “You are young, yes.” He finally said. His fingers came to cradle her chin. She found herself staring at obsidian eyes. “But you are not alone, you have me and Mother and everyone else in this house. You are not alone.”
“Are you even- what are you feeling?”
There was a long pause. She felt him breathe against her hair.
“I…I am having trouble understanding what I feel.” He huffed. “I never have trouble understanding my feelings because I don’t feel.”
She assessed the confession. “How can someone not feel? You have to feel.”
“It is the way that I am. Warriors do not let themselves be ruled by emotion.”
She twisted to lie on her stomach beside him. “How can they draw the lines between, right and wrong? How can you see what you can and cannot do?”
“Justice is a trait in every warrior, not an emotion.”
“Apparently, so is stubbornness.” She covered her mouth.
His eyes snapped to hers and she marveled at the amusement that she saw dance in them.
He stayed silent for a few while. He urged her to lie on her back and anchored her to his side. He felt oddly affectionate.
“I am pleased and confused at the same time. It is not something I expected. It is not something that I planned to think about.” He looked at her. “But, we will have to accept it for what it is.”
She bit her lip and placed her hand on her flat belly.”I wonder if you’ll grow up to be as great as your father.”
He chuckled. “How do you know that it is a boy?”
“I just do.”
He felt a smile crawl on his face because he clearly heard the admiration and compliment behind her words.
third of 7 parts
Rating: T (for now)
Summary: Thrown into a situation that neither of them had any experience in, they enjoyed the journey of getting to know each other.
Word Count: 1867
Status: in-progress
Warning(s): Slight mention of intimacy, suggestive theme
The first time she fainted, or near fainted, she was busy in the large kitchen in the heart of the main house. She was in the middle of instructing the maid to hand the rice when a wave of dizziness rushed over her.
“Sakura-sama!” A servant exclaimed as she rushed to stabilize her lady. The rosette cradled the side of her head and stuttered, disoriented.
Mikoto noticed the commotion and left her task of inspecting the cooking if the large amount of rice. She put a hand on her daughter-in-law’s back and ushered the maid away.
“Sakura? What is it that you feel?”
“I-“ She closed her mouth, feeling too disoriented to form actual sentences. “faint.” She finally muttered.
“It is probably the heat from all this cooking. Come, fresh air is what you need.”
She collapsed ungracefully on the grass as they appeared in the courtyard. Mikoto knelt in front of her.
“Are you feeling better?”
Just as she opened her mouth to reply, a young maid rushed to her side with a cup of water. She downed the cold liquid in a hurry, suddenly feeling parched.
The Uchiha matriarch frowned. “That is it, no more cooking for you.”
“But-“
The older woman waved her index finger disapprovingly. “You will rest in your chambers, you look pale.”
She pressed her lips together and nodded. She accepted the helping hand and trudged towards the farthest chambers in the main house, in the far back corner.
She lied on the bed and drifted to a light slumber. She barely registered the warm hand that smoothed her hair and the whisper from Mikoto that she will be back to check on her.
It was a while later that her ears caught the sound of feet thudding against the hard wood floor.
A hand placed itself on her forehead and her lids slid open to reveal her emerald eyes. She tried to sit up when she was met with the sight of her husband but was promptly stopped.
“Did I wake you?” His voice was gentle.
She shook her head. “I think that I overslept.”
“Are you ill?”
“No, I must have stayed in the heat for too long.” She pulled the covers from her body. “I need to return there.”
He pushed her back down. “They can handle it.”
She made an uncharacteristic whining sound. “It is your birthday.”
“And I say, rest.”
She lied back down at his insistence. “I wanted to cook your favorite dishes.” She confessed.
He chuckled. “You did?”
“Yes, for the feas- The feast!” she exclaimed suddenly. The rosette hastily pulled the sheets from her body and made to stand.
“Why do you care about such things when you are like this?”
“But-but this in celebration of your birthday and, I am your wife.”
“Are you insisting on going for appearance’s sake or for my sake?”
She blushed. “How could you think that? Of course it is for you, I care fo-“ She covered her mouth could utter the confession but the surprised look on his face told her that he already caught wind of what she intended to say.
He bowed his head then smiled. “Can you make sure that you are rested at all times?”
“W-wha? Oh, right. Of course.”
He nodded his head. He stopped on his trek out. “And Sakura?”
“Hai?”
“I do not care much for feasts, I was intending on finding an excuse to not attend.”
She felt disappointment settle in the pit of her stomach, she had already cooked so much of his favorite foods.
“But I’ll suppose I’ll attend.” Her head snapped up. “For your sake.”
The second time caught her, a week later, at the most inopportune of times.
She let out a shaky groan when his sinful lips found way to the smooth skin on her pale neck. He paused and frowned. Her moan sounded strange, not like the sound of pleasure that she usually strangles out of her throat, but more like a sound of discomfort.
“Sakura?” He asked. “Are you alright?”
The rosette looked at him apologetically. “I am sorry, I will try harder.”
He clicked his tongue and detached himself from her. Her hair was disheveled, spread like a halo on the dark pillows, while her loosened kimono slid down her creamy shoulders.
“You are looking pale, this has gone for too long.”
She remained silent.
“You vomited two days ago, as well.”
Her eyes widened, she thought that he didn’t know about that. “I must…have eaten something that did not sit well with my stomach.”
“You should have said no.”
He had entered their shared bedroom earlier, late at night, with no intention of doing anything but sleep, but she looked too tempting with her hair wet from a recent bath and he thought that he could last for a few more hours.
He grasped her chin when she looked away from him. “Do not fear to reject me when you feel like this.”
She nodded. “I am sorry.”
“It is alright, rest yourself.”
The third episode was when she crumpled over in pain, during the gathering of the ladies, clutching her stomach for dear life.
She barely registered the knowing looks that the ladies exchanged as she was being told to breathe.
“Tsubaki-san.” Mikoto addressed one of Sasuke’s aunts, who was not very fond of the rosette. “I do believe that you know what we have on our hands.”
The older lady scoffed. “It is about time, I was starting to worry that the lass is barren.”
Sakura’s eyes widened, not with pain, but rather with surprise. How could she, a medic in her own right, have missed the symptoms?”
Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks at the state that he found his young wife in. she was seated, with her knees tucked neatly beneath her, with a grave look that resembled the grimace of one that received news of a great tragedy.
He knelt in front of her and frowned when she failed to acknowledge his presence.
“Sakura?”
“I- I, Sas- you.” She closed her mouth when she could not say anything comprehensible.
“ Are you ill again? Tell me, what is it you feel?”
His eyes scanned her form, trying to locate any visible injury.
“Sasuke-kun, I…I am...” She cradled her head in her hands, frustrated.
He frowned at the state that she was in. she was so distraught in the most uncharacteristic of ways.
“Tell me.” He repeated.
“I am with child.”
He almost choked on his saliva at the new piece of information. In a way, he felt foolish for not anticipating this. He had bedded her numerous times, more than he could count, and intimacy ultimately resulted in pregnancy if no proper measures were taken.
“W-were you not….” He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
A lone tear escaped the premises of Sakura’s emerald eyes. “It…It never crossed my mind.”
His heart sank as crystals continued to descend down her cheeks. She jerked as a sob fought its way pass her throat. His first instinct was to hold her.
She fisted the material of his clothes and sobbed against him. It was all he could to rub her back.
He pushed at her shoulders gently. “Sakura, I am…” He cut himself off, unable to even think of an apology.
“I am nineteen, am I ready to be, to be a mother?”
And she felt foolish for not thinking about that aspect of their marriage when she offered her body to him.
He pulled her back to his embrace and stared at the wall as if it would give him answers.
Defeated, he passed his arms beneath her knees and carried her towards the bedroom much to her surprise.
He held her in his embrace, her head tucked beneath his chin, and his arms plastering her to his body.
She stared at hollow of his throat, unsure as to what to do. He was always kind but never this affectionate.
“Sas-“
“Shh.” He was quick to silence her. “Let it slip your mind for a bit.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” And then, at length, he added. “My father taught me this, to solve whatever issues.”
She immediately perked up; he never talked to her about his father.
“What happened to him?” She asked hesitantly.
She heard his sigh, deeply. “He was…assassinated, on a trip to the capital.”
“Oh.” It was all she could do; she could not bring herself to say the pointless ‘sorry’.
“Did you find out…”
“Yes. “ He breathed. “The treaty with the Koji Clan was insecure. The fight for the lands was ongoing and they sent their heir to kill him.” Hid breathing grew heavy. “He was unarmed, alone.”
“Why would he…”
“The peace gathering of the noble Clans, they weren’t supposed to fight him when all announced a cease of fire in a period if peace.” He chuckled. “He put up a fight, however, he was outnumbered but he killed three of them.”
“Skilled man. What happened to the Koji heir?”
He stiffened. “A story for another day.”
With unusual courage, she snuggled into his side. “Alright.” Her eyes widened. “It worked.”
He paused for a second, unsure as to what she meant, then chuckled.
“Well, it didn’t if you are still thinking about it.”
She lowered her head. “I just remembered. It’s not something that could be easily overlooked.”
He sighed. “You are young, yes.” He finally said. His fingers came to cradle her chin. She found herself staring at obsidian eyes. “But you are not alone, you have me and Mother and everyone else in this house. You are not alone.”
“Are you even- what are you feeling?”
There was a long pause. She felt him breathe against her hair.
“I…I am having trouble understanding what I feel.” He huffed. “I never have trouble understanding my feelings because I don’t feel.”
She assessed the confession. “How can someone not feel? You have to feel.”
“It is the way that I am. Warriors do not let themselves be ruled by emotion.”
She twisted to lie on her stomach beside him. “How can they draw the lines between, right and wrong? How can you see what you can and cannot do?”
“Justice is a trait in every warrior, not an emotion.”
“Apparently, so is stubbornness.” She covered her mouth.
His eyes snapped to hers and she marveled at the amusement that she saw dance in them.
He stayed silent for a few while. He urged her to lie on her back and anchored her to his side. He felt oddly affectionate.
“I am pleased and confused at the same time. It is not something I expected. It is not something that I planned to think about.” He looked at her. “But, we will have to accept it for what it is.”
She bit her lip and placed her hand on her flat belly.”I wonder if you’ll grow up to be as great as your father.”
He chuckled. “How do you know that it is a boy?”
“I just do.”
He felt a smile crawl on his face because he clearly heard the admiration and compliment behind her words.
third of 7 parts