Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, I'd take all my money and elope
with my girlfriend.
This musing is about Sasuke and Sakura's relationship (well, what I
imagined it could become).
We lie in bed, our torrid liaison having worn our bodies to the
point of exhaustion. The heavy scent of after-sex lingers thickly in the
air above us, but she doesn't mind. She's curled under my arm, her head
resting on my chest, my arm tucked over her shoulder. She doesn't mind
horribly how wrong and immoral this is. She hardly notices the disdainful
glances people shoot her way when she walks down the street, she ignores
the whispers that linger all around her. I suppose that's one reason I love
her- she doesn't care what other people think.
She doesn't care that I may walk away and never come back- she's
grown to accept that, more or less. She knows that I may never ask her to
marry me. She knows a hell of a lot about me, for that matter. I suppose
collecting information and watching me for the past eight years has really
taught her something.
She long ago gave up the selfish adoration that had consumed her
wholly. When she finally realized that she would never get my attention
like that, she stopped. I think she was around fifteen when she caught on
Yet she got me anyway. Once she stopped doting over me, I realized
that she was more than just a teammate. I didn't accept that fact until I
was seventeen, when I finally gave in and asked her to go out with me.
Surprisingly, Naruto was okay with that. He just smiled and wished
us well when he saw us holding hands. I was quite amazed, my rival gave his
favorite girl up to me. I think he's chasing that Hyuga girl now, anyway,
so he can't have been too traumatized.
But Sakura knows that I took her home with me not because I was
feeling amorous and needy, a slave to her graces, but because of the sense
of duty that hovered over me. She knew that, if I could never kill my
brother, that I would need to restore my clan. I think she's accepted it.
"As long as I can be with you, Sasuke. I never stopped loving you,
and I never will." That was her exact reply when, after our first tiring
bout of sex, I told her that I may not be around for long.
I guess that she really does love me if she is willing to give her
life up to have my children. I suppose she really does love me if she
doesn't care that people are calling her a little slut behind her back just
because she sleeps with me every other week- it really isn't that bad. She
doesn't seem to mind that I'm only with her because of a deep-rooted
concern for her safety as my only hopes of restoration. She doesn't mind
that I'm only out to get her pregnant. She's that perfect.
She shifts under my arm now, her thickly-lashed emerald eyes
drifting sleepily up to my softened, onyx orbs. I think that she looks best
now, after she's given herself wholly to me-- the way she still faintly
blushes, the look that tells me that I wore her out (and I do think that
with some masculine pride), the motions of her still-nude body subdued by
her exhaustion, and the way her tousled hair falls lazily over my pale skin
and the pillows.
"Sasuke?" she coos, she voice slightly slurred by her catnap. I
shift my gaze down to her. "You're still awake?"
"Yeah," I mutter in response. I usually pass right out after such
an evening, but I guess that I'm feeling restless recently. I'm a jounin
now, and if I'm going to ditch-- I have to do it soon. I'm one of the
Hokage's toughest little servants, so it would take half an ANBU team to
bring me down.
"Are you feeling okay?" she asks me, small flickering of concern in
her eyes. God, I love the way she cares. I shift my other arm over towards
her, placing my hand beneath her chin and my thumb on her bottom lip.
"I'll be alright," I reply warm,, letting a smile etch itself along
my features. I lean down and gently kiss her lips, softly enough to suit
the tired mood. "I'll go to sleep soon, I promise." That must have been
good enough for her, because she nuzzles herself back down and closed her
eyes, her breaths soft and relaxed. I sigh slightly and lean back, my head
hitting the headboard of my bed with a dull thud.
What did I do to deserve this? How could I find such an angel as
the one next to me? Hyuga Hinata was too timid, and never really seemed to
like me at all. Tenten is a real bitchy kind of girl, just too snippety for
my likings. Besides, I think her and Hyuga Neji are engaged, but I'm not
too sure. I also heard that Neji is having a fling with a chuunin two years
younger than him, but I don't know. I've also learned recently that Rock
Lee found some girl that's sixteen and is dating her currently. He must
like younger girls, but... five years younger? He's a real freak. Don't
even get me started on that Yamanaka Ino girl- she just a downright dog. I
guess that Nara Shikamaru's genius falls short when it comes to women, too,
or else he would have gone after my girl.
My girl... I like the sound of that. Yes, this woman in my arms, at
the perfect age of twenty, is my girl. She'll always be my girl.
I really don't want to succumb to sleep and leave this beautiful
atmosphere so soon, but I suppose that I'll have to. My brain won't let my
eyes stay open anymore.
Sakura-chan, I don't want to leave this heaven so soon, but I'll
join you in dreamland. Whether I'm here or not when you wake up in the
morning, know that I will always care for you and be with you in your
dreams. If I'm not here when you wake up, when you feel a tingling in the
depths of your body, when your size triples with the weight of my
offspring, know this...
It doesn't matter what people say or think about us, it doesn't
matter how poor of a ninja you may let yourself become, it doesn't matter
how much weight you gain. I love you, and even if I can only see you in our
dreams that intertwine... It will be heaven.