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Anthology
By Laura-chan
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Of course everything related to Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-sensei, praise his genius! OOC characters and plot do belong to me.
Warning: I am Italian, English is not my first language, please forgive my mistakes.
XXIII.
CHANGES
“Oh, so this is Sakura-chan.” Mikoto smiled sweetly at the three-year old who was hiding behind her mother. “She has got your hair, Hana-chan.”
The pink-haired woman in front of her giggled. “Thank you Mikoto-chan!”
“Mph!”
“Hn.”
The two men behind their respective wives only grunted as they stared at each other in animosity.
“Dad, behave.” Said a boy with long black hair, rolling his eyes.
“Fugaku, Itachi is more mature than you.” Stated flatly Mikoto, while Hana glared at her own husband, hissing something in his ear: it wasn’t a secret in Konohagakure that Haruno Keiji and Uchiha Fugaku couldn’t stand each other, while their wives were actually best friends.
The black-haired woman gestured to someone behind her. “Sakura-chan, I want to introduce you to my youngest son... Sasuke-chan! Come here.”
A little boy with spiky hair watched distrustfully from behind his mother’s kimono, eyeing the pink-haired girl with badly hidden curiosity.
“Come on, Sakura-chan.” Hana cooed to her daughter, who seemed fascinated by the boy in front of her.
It was then that it all began.
“Why is your hair so weird?” blurted out a confused Sasuke, not having ever seen pink hair. The little girl stilled while the adults tensed, looking at her reaction: in slow motion, her big green eyes narrowed, tears gathering and rolling down on her cheeks, which had gotten a deep red.
“MEANIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” she shreaked, sobbing and crying frantically, as her mother lowered on her knees to calm her down.
Mikoto looked surprised at her younger son: usually he was very quiet and polite. “What was that Sasuke?” she asked, angry that he had made the little girl cry.
“Okaa-san!” Sasuke exclaimed, panicking: after all, he hadn’t expected Sakura to start crying. “Have you ever seen a girl with pink hair?” he tried to explain.
Fugaku was secretely smirking, while Itachi looked amused by the scene.
“You surely know how to woo a woman, Sasuke.” He said.
“Nii-chan!” the younger boy whined; then he tilted his head “What does ‘woo’ mean?” and Itachi smiled at his cute otouto.
Hana and Mikoto looked hesitantly at each other.
“Maybe it’s better if we go.” The pink-haired woman suggested, embarassed.
“I think so.” Mikoto nodded helplessly.
“It’s the venomous air of the Uchiha compound.” Murmured Keiji to his wife, who glared at him. “I’ll deal with you when we are at home. Come on, Sakura-chan, Sasuke certainly didn’t mean to offend you...”
But the girl kept on crying as the Haruno walked away.
Mikoto was humiliated, Itachi looked emotionless and Sasuke atonished. But Fugaku patted his younger son on the shoulder, smiling at him. “Well done, Sasuke! Personally, I have nothing against Hana, but that child is Keiji’s daughter... I wouldn’t have expected differently from a loser.”
“Fugaku!” his wife exclaimed, while Sasuke smiled, proud that his father had complimented him.
4 years old
“Annowwying female!”
“MY DOOOOOLLLLL!”
“Sasuke, Sakura, stop fighting right now!”
6 years old
“OKAA-SAN!!!” a little girl wailed “SASUKE CUT OFF MY HAIR!!”
“Because she insulted me!! And she was stealing my shuriken!” a black-haired boy followed her, a irritated frown on his face, with a pair of scissors in his hand.
“I was just touching it!” Sakura screamed, her hair now uneven. “And you deserved everything I’ve said to you!”
“Sakura!” Hana gasped, “This is not how a girl must behave.”
“I don’t care.” The little girl replied. “He is a big meanie!”
“And you are annoying!”
Mikoto and Hana sighed, frustrated.
9 years old
“Stop it, you pervert!”
“But Sakura-chaaaan!” a blond-haired kid whined. “You look so cute in your little skirt.” He tried once again to grab the hem of her skirt to lift it up.
“Narutoooo!”
A foot suddenly kicked him in the face.
“Stop harassing her, dobe.” A dark-haired boy said emotionlessly, his hands in his pockets; then, he smirked, looking at the pink-haired girl behind him. “After all, it’s not like there’s anything to look at.”
“I’LL KILL YOU, SASUKE!!”
Hana didn’t know what was worst: seeing her daughter harassed by a boy, or seeing her arguing with another one.
12 years old
“Why, Kami-sama, TELL ME WHY!?!” A long-haired girl screamed, her fists punching the ground in frustration and anger as she rolled on the floor. “I’m going to kill Iruka-sensei!”
Keiji was nodding his head. “I agree with you, what was he thinking?!”
Hana counted to ten, then smiled calmly “Maybe it’s not going to be so bad...”
“Are you kidding, mom?” Sakura interrupted her, “I’m in a team with Naruto-baka, Sasuke-teme and my sensei is a pervert, who is always terribly LATE and who hides his face with a mask...tell me if that’s normal!”
Sakura continued ranting to her parents about the unfairness of life, but actually her mother was hoping that working so closely with Sasuke will help their ‘relationship’: she needed to talk with Mikoto…
--
“This is degrading.” Frowned Fugaku. “An Uchiha in a team with those...losers.”
“Tell me about it, dad.” Sasuke growled, still angry at Iruka-sensei for placing him in a team with Naruto and Sakura. “They will only be burdens.”
“Oh...shut up you two!” Mikoto snapped. “Sasuke, your sensei is Hatake Kakashi, a very talented and skilled Jounin, Naruto is your best friend – even if you don’t want to admit it – and I know that Sakura has an amazing chakra control.”
Itachi nodded as he sipped his tea. “Yes, she’s better than me.” The other three Uchiha looked at the prodigy with wide eyes. “What?” he asked, shrugging “That’s true.”
“Nii-san...” Sasuke began, “Why are you always defending her?”
“Sakura-chan is very cute and fun.” His older sibling replied, smiling. “I like her. And you don’t know how much you two amuse me when you’re arguing.”
Sasuke blushed but said nothing.
--
Hana shook her head, hands on the hips, as she watched the three Genin of Team 7 walking towards the Haruno house: they were coming back from their first mission out of Konohagakure and they were arguing.
“That’s not true Sasuke, and you know it! I was the first to learn how to control the chakra to climb trees!”
“Hn. Other than that you’ve been worthless.”
“Sasuke-teme, you’re not nice at all! Don’t worry Sakura-chan, I admire you!”
“Shut up Naruto, I don’t need your admiration, and you…” the pink-haired kunoichi aimed a finger at the dark-haired boy next to her, “…you think you’re so special, but in reality you’re nothing but a stupid, spoiled brat… I regret ever crying for thinking you were dead! Itachi-san is way cooler that you. I mean, he’s been an ANBU captain for three years and he’s only sixteen!”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed at hearing her praise of his older brother.
“One day I’ll surpass Itachi, be sure about it.”
“Mpft!” Sakura snorted. “And Ino-pig is going to sprout wings and fly away. Keep dreaming on Sasuke, you’ll never reach your brother!”
The youngest Uchiha gritted his teeth and wrapped a hand around her throat, almost choking her: Hana gasped and started running towards her daughter, only to see her kick the boy’s legs and getting free.
“What’s wrong with you, you stupid homicidal Uchiha?” Sakura started yelling, massaging her sore throat. “Something doesn’t work in your head!” and with that, she ran into her house, passing her mother.
Hana turned towards Sasuke, her mouth already open to chastise him, but she stopped when she saw him looking slightly horrified at his own hand.
Naruto was tilting his head, a bit worried. “Ne, teme, what’s gotten into you?”
“I don’t know.” Sasuke muttered. “I was just angry that she thinks that Itachi is better than me.”
“You didn’t have to choke her. And you were criticizing her before.”
Sasuke put his hands back in his pockets, his head hanging low. “I didn’t want to hurt her.”
Hana Haruno smiled: maybe there was hope between those two.
13 years old
“Are you going to try the Chuunin Exams again?”
“Yes.” When her daughter didn’t continue, Hana sighed. “Why?”
“I’ve gotten stronger thanks to Tsunade-shishou: she thinks I’m now ready for the Chuunin Exams.”
“But, well, do you remember what happened last time you tried them? Suna attacked the village and Sandaime-sama was badly injured. True, Jiraiya-sama and Orochimaru-sama saved the village but it’s too dangerous—“
Sakura cut her off. “I don’t want to be a Genin forever, okaa-san. And I want to be recognized, especially by my teammates.”
The pink-haired girl started pacing, her feet stomping on the tatami. “They’re always treating me like I’m made of glass! I can’t stand it! I may be the youngest one and the weakest – I know I can’t compete with Sasuke and Naruto - but I’m capable of holding my own.”
Sakura didn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. “I just wish they could see that I’m stronger that they think I am.”
Hana hugged her daughter. “I’m sure you will show them. After all, you’re strong both physically and mentally. Show them what you’re made of.”
The two Haruno women laughed.
15 years old
“Sakura-san, please accept this token of my youthful love!”
The pink-haired teenager hesitated, looking at green-wearing boy before her, his arms outstretched to give her a flower boquet. “Ehm… Thank you Lee-san… they’re very nice…” she threw a hard glare at Naruto, who was laughing from the sidelines.
Ino and Tenten shook their head at the love-struck black-haired boy, who was constantly showering Sakura with gifts she always accepted out of politeness.
“Anything for my youthful Sakura-san!” she sighed, opening her mouth to tell him, ONCE AGAIN, that she saw him only as a friend, when a dark chuckle resounded from behind her.
Recognizing the noise, Sakura turned around slowly, only to be met with the narrowed eyes of Uchiha Sasuke.
“Bushy brows,” he drawled, his hands in his pockets. “You’re really ridicoulus.” Rock Lee stiffened, his eyes glaring at his rival. “Can’t you see that she doesn’t want your gifts?”
“Sasuke!” she hissed. “Be nice!”
The black-haired Uchiha snorted at her. “Why? You’re too polite for your own good.”
“Uchiha Sasuke.” Lee puffed his chest. “Please refrain from speaking Sakura-san’s mind. She has a beautiful mind of her own.” He smiled gently at Sakura and she couldn’t help but smile awkwardly back: after all, he had helped her during the Chuunin Exams. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed further, and he walked between the two of them.
“Bushy brows, if you only would look closely, you’d realise I’m right.” He scoffed and walked away.
Lee watched him go, then grinned widely at Sakura and told her he was going to train. Naruto, Ino, Tenten and Sakura waved at him, then turned to walk to Ichiraku.
“What’s Sasuke’s problem?” Tenten asked while eating her ramen.
“Who knows? He always acted strangely.” Said Ino thoughtfully.
“That never stopped you from fangirling him.” The pink-haired girl laughed and the blonde fumed.
“Maybe Sasuke was jealous.” Naruto said happily.
His three female friends looked at him with something akin to disbelief.
“Sasuke...jealous?” Sakura snorted. “Please, don’t make me laugh. What should he be jealous of?”
“Dunno.” Naruto shrugged. “But he’s fond of you.”
“Yes, fond of me... of course, Naruto.” The pink-haired kunoichi laughed out loud. “Please, he had always despised me, since we met when we were little.” Tenten and Ino looked the exchange amused
“You’re the only girl he torments.” The blond said wisely. “He’s indifferent to the others, but you always manage to unsettle him.”
“What a honour to be tormented by Uchiha Sasuke! And he notices me only because I’m his teammate, to his and my great annoyance.” Sakura rolled her eyes, waving her chopsticks. “He has always seen me as a burden, nothing else.”
“So, why does he chase away you admirers?”
“To keep me from finding a boyfriend, of course!”
Naruto shook his head and sighed. “It’s not my fault you’re so blind...”
When later Sakura reported the conversation to her mother, she was laughing. “I mean, Naruto was suggesting that Sasuke likes me! How absurd is that?”
Hana stayed silent, but inwardy she agreed with Naruto. She wondered what her daughter really felt for the youngest Uchiha.
--
Hana knew her daughter was dedicated to her work as a medic-nin: however, she couldn’t see why Sakura always, always had to exhaust herself. So the older woman decided to visit her at lunch hour, a bento box in her hand, knowing that Sakura was used to miss lunch to heal a patient or to help her mentor with paperwork.
Hana found Sakura in a hallway, medical chart in hand, talking quietly with a nurse; the girl turned around and smiled at her mother. “Okaa-san! What are you doing here?”
The other woman held up the bento for her to see and Sakura smiled sheepishly. “I have to visit my last patient, then we can have lunch together.”
Hana rolled her eyes. “I hope this doesn’t take too much time, Sakura. You have to eat, it’s unhealthy... and you should be the medic!”
Sakura laughed whole-heartedly. “I know, okaa-san, I know: I don’t do it on purpose, I forget sometimes.” Hana rolled her eyes. “Do you want to come with me, so you can see how soon I’m going to finish?” The pink-haired girl joked.
Her mother smiled slyly. “Why not?”
The two Haruno women walked side by side, chatting good-naturedly ‘till they reached a room.
“Number 237.” Sakura murmured, a disappointed frown on her pretty face; Hana took a glimpse of the name on the nameplate and raised an eyebrow – Uchiha Sasuke.
“Well, well, what do we have here.” Drawled Sakura as she entered.
“Shut up, Sakura. It’s just a minor wound from the third part of the Jounin Exams.”
“How did it go?”
“Well of course.”
“I always forget the Uchiha’s ego...”
Hana watched from the doorway how the two of them interacted: they argued like a married couple and it was funny, considering that they seemed to dislike each other’s guts.
The older Haruno woman was very observant: so she didn’t miss how Sasuke’s eyes traveled along the lenght of her daughter’s body as she healed his injured leg. This time, she raised both eyebrows: maybe Naruto was right, after all...
“Damn it, what did they hit you with? The poison didn’t only paraliyse your muscles, but almost entered your bloodstream!”
“He was already down, defeated of course, when he hit me with a poisoned senbon.” Sasuke explained, then grimaced. “I wasn’t paying enough attention.”
“Where exactly did he hit you?” Hana admired how professional her daughter was being, worrying about the wound instead of joking about how he let himself get injured.
“In the back of the calf.”
Sakura raised his leg and found the puncture of the senbon, then asked almost distractely. “Okaa-san, can you please take that basin over there and fill it with water? Thanks.” Hana did as she was told and twenty minutes later all the poison had been extracted. “You’ll have to do some rehab, but otherwise you’ll recover perfectly.”
“Sure, I’m an Uchiha.” Sasuke shrugged. He smirked at her and Sakura rolled her eyes.
“Your ego is the size of the Hokage Mountain.”
He didn’t answer, but watched her intensely. “Does bushy brows still give you gifts?”
“Of course. But why do you care?”
“I don’t.” Sasuke shrugged. “He is simply annoying.”
“Well...” Sakura began, digging a finger into his chest “...he is my friend, so please, stop treating him like a dog! Would it kill you to behave nicely for once?”
The Uchiha snorted and his eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to be nice to him.”
Sakura sighed exasperated and lifted her eyes upwards. “What am I going to do with you?” she whined. Sasuke just smirked, but said nothing.
16 years old
“Sakura-san, would you go out with me?”
‘That man...’ thought Mikoto detatchedly ‘...is dead.’ She had been searching for her youngest son, only to find him at Ichiraku’s with Naruto, Sai, Hinata and Sakura. As usual, he and Sakura had been arguing heatedly about something while the others were sighing, when a handsome young man wearing the uniform of the medical squad had entered the ramen stand, smiling as he had spotted the pink-haired kunoichi.
“Ah- Takeshi-kun, uhm...” Sakura was a bit speechless, taken aback by the suddenness of the proposal.
“No, she won’t.” Sasuke answered darkly, grabbing back Sakura’s left hand that Takeshi had taken when he had arrived. “Sorry okaa-san, we’re busy. Dobe, Sakura, let’s go; we have to train.”
“Teme, I have to finish my ramen!”
“I’ll pay your next meal here if we go right now.” The Uchiha gritted his teeth and Naruto smiled widely, answering with a “Ok!”
“But Sasuke, I...” started Sakura, hesitantly looking back at Takeshi, who seemed quite dejected.
“We’re going. Now.” Sasuke growled, taking her with him out of Ichiraku, Naruto following them.
Mikoto watched Team 7 walking away and she sighed, with a little smile on her face. “He has it bad for her.”
18 years old
Hana was shaken out of her thoughts as her daughter stormed into the kitched, face red and eyes teary. The older woman looked worriedly as Sakura embraced her and started sobbing into her shoulder: she hadn’t seen Sakura cry since she was thirteen and it was also unusual to see her in the Haruno house, since she had her own apartment.
“Now, now...” Hana tried to calm her, patting her back comfortingly and stroking her long hair. “Saku-chan, will you tell me what’s wrong?”
“Oh, okaa-san!” Sakura bawled. “I hate him, I hate him so much!”
“Who Sakura?”
“Sasuke!”
Ah: of course, Sasuke. This time he hadn’t made her only angry, but sad too: she was going to have a talk with Mikoto – her son was exaggerating. They moved to sit on the couch in the living room.
“What did he do?”
“He’s always understimating me! I can’t stand it! I’m a Jounin, so what he’s an ANBU? At least I know how to mend bones and heal wounds! And then... today he started telling me how much of a whore I am! Just because I went on a date with Yukito-san! And I accepted it only because he’s always so nice... And then he told me I’m always surrounded by men who only want me for my body and he repeated that I’m a whore and, and, and...” she sniffed. “...then I slapped him. Hard. I think he still has the handprint. Oh, okaa-san, I hate him so much! I yelled at him but I don’t even remembered what I said...”
Hana tried to soothe her daughter. “You know how Sasuke is... he’s always trying to cover up the fact that he cares...” ‘He probably was jealous.’ She thought. ‘But that doesn’t mean he has to hurt her...’
“I don’t think so, okaa-san... he hates me...” Sakura sobbed. “...while I-I, oh, I think I like him! It’s so horrible okaa-san!”
Sakura cried herself to sleep and Hana covered her with a blanket as she laid on the couch. With a determined look, she took the phone.
--
Sasuke touched his red cheek slightly, then flinched: his mother was looking at him with her hands of her hips, a disapproving frown on her beautiful face.
“Now Sasuke, will you tell me why Sakura ran home crying her eyes out?”
At this, Fugaku and Itachi raised their heads from their plates. Itachi grimaced “What did you do, otouto?”
Sasuke scoffed. “It’s not my fault she’s so sensitive...”
“Sensitive my ass!” Mikoto burst out and the three men watched her shocked: Uchiha Mikoto wasn’t known for swearing. “You told her she was a whore!”
“She’s always going on dates with different men!” he yelled. “What am I supposed to think?”
Itachi’s onyx eyes widened and muttered “Oh, I smell jealousy in the air...”
“Shut up Itachi!” Sasuke scowled.
“So what if she goes out for a drink or dinner with a man?” Mikoto continued like she hadn’t noticed the interruption. “Sakura’s a very beautiful girl, a powerful medic-nin and Tsunade-sama’s apprentice! Of course many men are interested in her!”
Sasuke’s fists clenched and he stood up. “I’m going to my room.” And with that left the room hurriedly.
“Definitively jealous.” Itachi nodded wisely
19 years old
Hana and Mikoto were walking together in the streets of Konohagakure, admiring the shops’ windows, while Itachi was holding eight shopping bags in his hands.
“Tell me okaa-san...” He asked at the Uchiha matriarch, a vein popping on his forehead. “Did I have to come with you only to hold your shopping bags?”
“Of course, Itachi-chan... You weren’t needed in ANBU today, so why waste you talents?” Mikoto answered innocently, widening her dark eyes.
“You evil woman...” her older son mumbled, low enough for her not to hear.
“I don’t know what to do with Sakura and Sasuke... they seem capable only of arguing.” Hana shook her head.
“There’s still hope.” The dark-haired woman patted her friend’s hand. “They’re so young... I fell in love with Fugaku after twenty years of knowing him.”
“I really thought that last year was going to be the end.” Hana admitted, “When he had insulted her and all... but luckily he apologized.”
“I think he had to beg on his knees.” Itachi piped up and the two women turned to look at him.
“Why are you always so mean to your brother?” Mikoto asked.
“He is so easy to annoy...”
“My son is sadic.” She rolled her eyes and Hana laughed, then something caught her attention on the left.
“Why don’t we take a break and sit down at the park?”
“Good idea!” Itachi immediately agreed: shopping tired him more than A-rank missions.
The trio walked in the park, trying to find a free bench. Mikoto made a disgusted sound when she saw a couple sitting under a tree heavily making out, intimately entwined together: the tree’s shadow made it difficult to see the identity of the girl and the boy, but she wasn’t in a hurry to find out.
“I may be a bit old-fashioned, but I can’t stand couples kissing like that in public.”
“It’s very unbecoming.” Agreed Hana, trying not to watch for too long the two under the tree. Itachi lazily looked at the couple, then stopped abruptly, dropping the shopping bags as his eyes widened.
“Itachi-chan?” Mikoto asked worriedly.
A wicked smile appeared on the Uchiha’s face. “Okaa-san, Hana-san, I think your prayers have been answered. Look closely.”
The two women turned to the couple, eyes narrowing; then, they both gasped. They yelled simultaneously:
“Sasuke!”
“Sakura!”
The two, at the sound of their names, broke their kiss and looked at them with dazed looks, arms around each other, the kunoichi sitting in Sasuke’s lap.
“Okaa-san!” Sakura then waved happily, as Sasuke helped her standing up and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“What...what, what, what are you two doing?!?” Mikoto asked, mouth agape ad the two walked closer.
“Kissing?” Sasuke raised an eyebrow.
“Uchiha Sasuke, you’re not funny at all... you were enemies until yesterday and then suddenly you kiss?” the dark-haired woman screeched.
Sakura blushed and looked down at her feet. “To be honest... we’ve been dating for a year.”
“WHAT!?!?” Mikoto, Hana and Itachi yelled. “You’ve been... been...” Hana couldn’t believe her ears.
“I thought you would be happy.” Snorted Sasuke.
“We are... But why didn’t you tell us?”
Sasuke and Sakura looked at each other; he smirked, she blushed, their hands were entwined. “It was our secret.” The medic-nin said shyly, biting her lower lip. “He confessed after he apologized for calling me a... whore.” She glared mildly at her boyfriend, who smiled sheepishly. “And then I told him I loved him too...”
“We decided to keep it secret.” Sasuke shrugged “It was for the best. But now you know... so we’ll make it official.” He then grinned. “And this is the best way to keep her admirers far away from her.”
Sakura punched lightly him on the shoulder. “We have to do something about your possessiveness.”
“You love my possessive side, you know it. Now, if you’ll excuse us...” Sasuke was still smirking. “We’re busy.”
He brought Sakura back under the tree and started kissing her against the trunk, his hands caressing her sides, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was a kiss of tongues, teeth and lips, it seemed like they wanted to devour each other as they embraced intimately. Sakura pressed her body to his and Sasuke trapped her within the circle of his arms.
Hana and Mikoto were still gaping, words eluding them, while Itachi was smirking amused.
“Otou-san is going to have a fit.”
Anthology XXIII – End
Next time there should be some heavy material... yes, that means sex- for all perverts out there! (grins)
OMG, have you read chapter 367?
SPOILERS, DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO! [I always been quite sure Yondaime was Naruto’s father, c’mon, it was so evident! Well, now we know that Naruto got his surname from his mother... I’m happy to finally know more about Naruto’s parents and that Yondaime’s name has been finally revealed!
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