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Title:Home
Rating: PG
Genre: Friendship/General
Pairing: implied Sasuke/Sakura
Warnings: Language
Summary: Despite being agitated, irritable, and exhausted, hearing those simple words for some odd reason brought a mild smirk on his lips. Why it affected him so, he wasn’t sure. Fate always did have a way of kicking you in the ass.
Disclaimer: I neither hold now ownership to Naruto nor am I affiliated with the anime, manga or mangaka of this series. The only thing I own is the plot and whatever made up characters of my own designs. Whatever lyrics used belong to their respectable owners as well.
Author's Note: Two versions of how they meet up again, this is the first. Although I adore fluff, I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, this was kind of fun to write. The ending is my favorite.
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Konoha.
Sasuke never thought he would return here. Sure, he knew Sakura and Naruto were determined to bring him back, but after four years of trying, and failing one would think they’d give up. Yet, they hadn’t.
Somehow he didn’t mind that.
This place was loaded with freak shows, annoying busybodies, and just about every other kind of people that represented everything he hated, and adored.
Fate always did have a way of kicking you in the ass.
Six months ago, his new team was eliminated leaving him with Itachi, and his group. Perhaps it was destiny that his old teammates had shown up when they had. He remembered telling them they’d be in the way, but he couldn’t stop the feeling of familiarity that rose in his chest.
There had been moments where Sasuke wished he had brought them along with him. But this wasn’t a little game.
“To be the greatest hokage, then everyone will have to respect me, and treat me like someone important. That is my dream.”
To betray the Leaf village would make his dream even further away, if not impossible. But knowing Naruto he was always willing to give whatever he could to help his friends, even when he didn’t understand their rationality. The boy was stubborn, and at times foolhardy.
“I love you more than anything! So please…just stay…with me.”
Sakura was too weak, too emotional, too easily to be broken. Her affections for him would’ve been the end for her. Now she was stronger, independent, and mature. He cared about her, even though he didn’t have romantic interest in her.
They were precious to him, and he refused to lose everything again. This was his revenge. His mission. His fight. Not theirs.
Beside him Naruto was walking, his face bruised, and his form slouched over, but it was pride that kept them both walking instead of succumbing to the pain.
Itachi was dead, rotting in Hell where he belonged. But Sasuke was left with a life of uncertainty.
They passed by a tree with abnormally low branches, and light green colored leaves. Unlike the others there was one thing different - the scratched in initials “NU. SH. SU.” engraved in the heart of the trunk.
“So that everyone would remember the great things you have done.”
Or should’ve.
There are some memories he found too precious not to contemplate on more than necessary. They remained locked away in his mind’s eye like photographs, smooth and bright as the day it occurred.
He remembered days spent beneath the sun training, hours wasted waiting for Kakashi’s lazy ass, moments spent brushing off Sakura’s requests for dates, and Naruto’s irritating proclamations on being the future hokage. Truth be told, those days were his happiest because no one expected him to be more than he could be. They didn’t look down on him if he wasn’t as strong as he wished to be. They didn’t make him feel like dirt, worthless, and in the shadows of a ghost. To them, he was just Sasuke.
“Your brother is your brother, you are you.”
There were times when he secretly indulge in these memories, mostly subconsciously especially seeing things that made him recall the forgotten world of Konoha. It is in that moment of weakness he would slam his fist into the nearest tree to make the recollections ebb away. Memories couldn’t keep one warm, and it was foolish, and painful to think otherwise. He had learned that the hard way.
He sensed her long before she appeared and watched her turn the corner, looking the same as the day they met after three long years. Her hair was still short, her eyes bright with intelligence, her stature guarded yet appearing relaxed. They stood there, he alongside Konoha’s ANBU and a bruised Naruto, she a few feet away.
He didn’t say anything, neither did she. Instead, he watched her slowly approach him, eyes more inquisitive, and almost cautious. He never expected things to turn out this way. Even after all this time, he still expected her to run to him, calling his name with tears in her eyes, and doing things like she had once before. But seeing her this way, the distance between them, the silence, he knew a lot of time had truly passed.
Sixteen slow steps, she was standing there by that very bench like that fateful night. Chest heaving, cherry scented skin, eyes brighter now with disbelief or possible imagined unshed tears, a soft smile on her lips.
Sakura offered no professions of love, neither bitterness, nor anger, or tears, but tilted her head to the side, and three heartfelt words flowed from her lips. "Welcome back, Sasuke."
Despite being agitated, irritable, and exhausted, hearing those simple words for some odd reason brought a mild smirk on his lips. Why it affected him so, he wasn’t sure.
All this time he had been running, running away from his fears, his past - everything. But he was done running, his revenge was complete, it was time to start living, he supposed.
Konoha was his home, they were his family, and in that moment nothing else really mattered.
The End.
Rating: PG
Genre: Friendship/General
Pairing: implied Sasuke/Sakura
Warnings: Language
Summary: Despite being agitated, irritable, and exhausted, hearing those simple words for some odd reason brought a mild smirk on his lips. Why it affected him so, he wasn’t sure. Fate always did have a way of kicking you in the ass.
Disclaimer: I neither hold now ownership to Naruto nor am I affiliated with the anime, manga or mangaka of this series. The only thing I own is the plot and whatever made up characters of my own designs. Whatever lyrics used belong to their respectable owners as well.
Author's Note: Two versions of how they meet up again, this is the first. Although I adore fluff, I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, this was kind of fun to write. The ending is my favorite.
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Konoha.
Sasuke never thought he would return here. Sure, he knew Sakura and Naruto were determined to bring him back, but after four years of trying, and failing one would think they’d give up. Yet, they hadn’t.
Somehow he didn’t mind that.
This place was loaded with freak shows, annoying busybodies, and just about every other kind of people that represented everything he hated, and adored.
Fate always did have a way of kicking you in the ass.
Six months ago, his new team was eliminated leaving him with Itachi, and his group. Perhaps it was destiny that his old teammates had shown up when they had. He remembered telling them they’d be in the way, but he couldn’t stop the feeling of familiarity that rose in his chest.
There had been moments where Sasuke wished he had brought them along with him. But this wasn’t a little game.
“To be the greatest hokage, then everyone will have to respect me, and treat me like someone important. That is my dream.”
To betray the Leaf village would make his dream even further away, if not impossible. But knowing Naruto he was always willing to give whatever he could to help his friends, even when he didn’t understand their rationality. The boy was stubborn, and at times foolhardy.
“I love you more than anything! So please…just stay…with me.”
Sakura was too weak, too emotional, too easily to be broken. Her affections for him would’ve been the end for her. Now she was stronger, independent, and mature. He cared about her, even though he didn’t have romantic interest in her.
They were precious to him, and he refused to lose everything again. This was his revenge. His mission. His fight. Not theirs.
Beside him Naruto was walking, his face bruised, and his form slouched over, but it was pride that kept them both walking instead of succumbing to the pain.
Itachi was dead, rotting in Hell where he belonged. But Sasuke was left with a life of uncertainty.
They passed by a tree with abnormally low branches, and light green colored leaves. Unlike the others there was one thing different - the scratched in initials “NU. SH. SU.” engraved in the heart of the trunk.
“So that everyone would remember the great things you have done.”
Or should’ve.
There are some memories he found too precious not to contemplate on more than necessary. They remained locked away in his mind’s eye like photographs, smooth and bright as the day it occurred.
He remembered days spent beneath the sun training, hours wasted waiting for Kakashi’s lazy ass, moments spent brushing off Sakura’s requests for dates, and Naruto’s irritating proclamations on being the future hokage. Truth be told, those days were his happiest because no one expected him to be more than he could be. They didn’t look down on him if he wasn’t as strong as he wished to be. They didn’t make him feel like dirt, worthless, and in the shadows of a ghost. To them, he was just Sasuke.
“Your brother is your brother, you are you.”
There were times when he secretly indulge in these memories, mostly subconsciously especially seeing things that made him recall the forgotten world of Konoha. It is in that moment of weakness he would slam his fist into the nearest tree to make the recollections ebb away. Memories couldn’t keep one warm, and it was foolish, and painful to think otherwise. He had learned that the hard way.
He sensed her long before she appeared and watched her turn the corner, looking the same as the day they met after three long years. Her hair was still short, her eyes bright with intelligence, her stature guarded yet appearing relaxed. They stood there, he alongside Konoha’s ANBU and a bruised Naruto, she a few feet away.
He didn’t say anything, neither did she. Instead, he watched her slowly approach him, eyes more inquisitive, and almost cautious. He never expected things to turn out this way. Even after all this time, he still expected her to run to him, calling his name with tears in her eyes, and doing things like she had once before. But seeing her this way, the distance between them, the silence, he knew a lot of time had truly passed.
Sixteen slow steps, she was standing there by that very bench like that fateful night. Chest heaving, cherry scented skin, eyes brighter now with disbelief or possible imagined unshed tears, a soft smile on her lips.
Sakura offered no professions of love, neither bitterness, nor anger, or tears, but tilted her head to the side, and three heartfelt words flowed from her lips. "Welcome back, Sasuke."
Despite being agitated, irritable, and exhausted, hearing those simple words for some odd reason brought a mild smirk on his lips. Why it affected him so, he wasn’t sure.
All this time he had been running, running away from his fears, his past - everything. But he was done running, his revenge was complete, it was time to start living, he supposed.
Konoha was his home, they were his family, and in that moment nothing else really mattered.
The End.