i totally missed kiwanis and history because of this stupid stomach flu.
title: custom fit
pairing: sasuke/sakura
summary: “i wasn’t made for great things, sasuke-kun.”
notes: because i feel that this entire concept relates to me.
“The Raikage wants you to go and train the medics in Kumo.” Tsunade tapped her fingers on her desk. “The salary is high, too.”
“For how long?” Behind her back, Sakura’s hands clenched.
“To train a group of medics well, it’ll take years. You know how long it took me to train you.” The Hokage smiled wryly. “You can have breaks though, of course. Come back and visit sometime. If you go through with this, you could even retire early, if you wanted.”
Sakura stared at her mentor, warm eyes and worn fingers, and then out the window at the village. Konoha, the bright, bustling village that fell time and time again, only to stand up and rebuild itself. She could imagine Naruto standing atop one of the lamp posts, surveying the village that he was sure would be his someday.
She shook her head, smiling. “It’s a tempting offer, but I’m going to have to refuse.” Her hands clenched tighter.
Tsunade looked at her with knowing eyes, but didn’t ask any questions. “Your loss. But if you change your mind, the offer is still up.”
“Thank you, Shishou.” The smile was still on her lips, even when she bowed and left the room.
She had felt Sasuke’s chakra signature right outside of the door before the Hokage even proposed the offer to her, so she wasn’t surprised when she saw him waiting.
“Uchiha!” Tsunade barked, tone completely different from when she spoke to Sakura. “Get in here!”
With a single glance but without a word, Sasuke entered the office and shut the doors behind him.
-
“Wow, years?” Naruto gaped. “I’m glad you didn’t take it, then. I’d miss you too much.”
She smiled fondly, punching his arm. “Yeah, right. You’d probably forget about me and waste your days away with Sasuke-kun.”
“Never! It’s not the same without you! We still have lots of catching up to do!”
Her heart leapt to her throat, and she swallowed to keep it down. “I don’t think even an entire lifetime will be enough to catch up, to be honest.”
Her best friend merely grinned. “With time, Sakura-chan. With time.”
-
“Anymore of this, and I’m assigning someone else to be you and Naruto’s personal medic,” she grumbled, fixing Sasuke’s dislocated shoulder. He grunted when the bone slid into its proper socket. Served him right.
“He started it,” he said noncommittally. She smacked his head. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t order me around.” She gave him a soft shove on his shoulders, and he obediently lay back on the bed. “God, these scratches look terrible.”
“Like I said. He started it.” But his features were still as blank as ever.
She continued to heal and bandage him in various places in silence, content. This was what she was made to do, after all: fix. But more importantly, fix Sasuke. It was only a little less than half a year after he returned, but she learned him quickly. She knew how his left wrist was weaker than his right, due to an injury during his time with Orochimaru. She knew that while he was an excellent shinobi, he had a blind spot behind his left shoulder. He was a little imbalanced like that, like most people were, like shinobi shouldn’t be-and as well as he could hide it, he couldn’t hide it from her, no matter how much he convinced himself otherwise.
“There. All done.” She patted his previously dislocated left shoulder, and he winced. “Don’t overexert it; it’ll still be sore for a little while.”
“I realize.”
She began to clean up the gauze and other various materials around the room as Sasuke stood from his bed and headed to the door.
“Why didn’t you accept the offer?” Turning around, she saw him standing in the doorway, back facing her.
“Offer?”
“The one with the Raikage. You could’ve lived a simple life after that mission.” Never once did he look back. “Passing on your skills-you would’ve done a great thing.”
Her heart warmed at his words. It wasn’t odd anymore than Sasuke would say kind things, but he had never said them to her. She wondered what was different now.
And as she stared at his back, his broad shoulders, midnight hair, she smiled softly. “I wasn’t made for great things, Sasuke-kun.” He tilted his head so he looked back at her out of the corner of his eye. His features were still as blank as ever, but for the first time in years, she felt a spark of hope that maybe one day, they wouldn’t be blank ever again. “I was made for the little things that others miss. Made to keep things together at the seams, when they’re about to fall apart.”
It was unspoken, but both of them knew what she really meant: She was made for him.
“Hn.” And with that one glance, that one word, he left the room.
pairing: sasuke/sakura
summary: “i wasn’t made for great things, sasuke-kun.”
notes: because i feel that this entire concept relates to me.
“The Raikage wants you to go and train the medics in Kumo.” Tsunade tapped her fingers on her desk. “The salary is high, too.”
“For how long?” Behind her back, Sakura’s hands clenched.
“To train a group of medics well, it’ll take years. You know how long it took me to train you.” The Hokage smiled wryly. “You can have breaks though, of course. Come back and visit sometime. If you go through with this, you could even retire early, if you wanted.”
Sakura stared at her mentor, warm eyes and worn fingers, and then out the window at the village. Konoha, the bright, bustling village that fell time and time again, only to stand up and rebuild itself. She could imagine Naruto standing atop one of the lamp posts, surveying the village that he was sure would be his someday.
She shook her head, smiling. “It’s a tempting offer, but I’m going to have to refuse.” Her hands clenched tighter.
Tsunade looked at her with knowing eyes, but didn’t ask any questions. “Your loss. But if you change your mind, the offer is still up.”
“Thank you, Shishou.” The smile was still on her lips, even when she bowed and left the room.
She had felt Sasuke’s chakra signature right outside of the door before the Hokage even proposed the offer to her, so she wasn’t surprised when she saw him waiting.
“Uchiha!” Tsunade barked, tone completely different from when she spoke to Sakura. “Get in here!”
With a single glance but without a word, Sasuke entered the office and shut the doors behind him.
-
“Wow, years?” Naruto gaped. “I’m glad you didn’t take it, then. I’d miss you too much.”
She smiled fondly, punching his arm. “Yeah, right. You’d probably forget about me and waste your days away with Sasuke-kun.”
“Never! It’s not the same without you! We still have lots of catching up to do!”
Her heart leapt to her throat, and she swallowed to keep it down. “I don’t think even an entire lifetime will be enough to catch up, to be honest.”
Her best friend merely grinned. “With time, Sakura-chan. With time.”
-
“Anymore of this, and I’m assigning someone else to be you and Naruto’s personal medic,” she grumbled, fixing Sasuke’s dislocated shoulder. He grunted when the bone slid into its proper socket. Served him right.
“He started it,” he said noncommittally. She smacked his head. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t order me around.” She gave him a soft shove on his shoulders, and he obediently lay back on the bed. “God, these scratches look terrible.”
“Like I said. He started it.” But his features were still as blank as ever.
She continued to heal and bandage him in various places in silence, content. This was what she was made to do, after all: fix. But more importantly, fix Sasuke. It was only a little less than half a year after he returned, but she learned him quickly. She knew how his left wrist was weaker than his right, due to an injury during his time with Orochimaru. She knew that while he was an excellent shinobi, he had a blind spot behind his left shoulder. He was a little imbalanced like that, like most people were, like shinobi shouldn’t be-and as well as he could hide it, he couldn’t hide it from her, no matter how much he convinced himself otherwise.
“There. All done.” She patted his previously dislocated left shoulder, and he winced. “Don’t overexert it; it’ll still be sore for a little while.”
“I realize.”
She began to clean up the gauze and other various materials around the room as Sasuke stood from his bed and headed to the door.
“Why didn’t you accept the offer?” Turning around, she saw him standing in the doorway, back facing her.
“Offer?”
“The one with the Raikage. You could’ve lived a simple life after that mission.” Never once did he look back. “Passing on your skills-you would’ve done a great thing.”
Her heart warmed at his words. It wasn’t odd anymore than Sasuke would say kind things, but he had never said them to her. She wondered what was different now.
And as she stared at his back, his broad shoulders, midnight hair, she smiled softly. “I wasn’t made for great things, Sasuke-kun.” He tilted his head so he looked back at her out of the corner of his eye. His features were still as blank as ever, but for the first time in years, she felt a spark of hope that maybe one day, they wouldn’t be blank ever again. “I was made for the little things that others miss. Made to keep things together at the seams, when they’re about to fall apart.”
It was unspoken, but both of them knew what she really meant: She was made for him.
“Hn.” And with that one glance, that one word, he left the room.