A/N: This is the first one-shot of a SasuSaku anthology! Some of them will be short, some will be long. Most of them will not be connected to each other, but some will. I'm not sure of how many I'll be doing, but I guess that all depends on the reviews.
Disclaimer: SasuSaku would be canon by now if I owned Naruto.
Title: You're Safe in My Arms
Dedicated to: My awesome friend, Faye.
Sasuke Uchiha didn't mind others' tears.
In fact, he scowls at the sight of them. Tears signified hurt, which comes from weakness.
Tears meant weakness.
And weakness is something he doesn't tolerate.
May it be from Naruto, whenever he gets caught up in his Katon jutsu during training, from his ever-growing fan girls, while they shriek out their unending love for him, or from his targets, when they beg him not to harm them.
He doesn't give a single damn.
'Not my fault that they're so weak.'
But as he enters his manor after a weeklong mission, his eyes narrow at the lack of warmth that his (their) home usually engulfed him in. He locks the door securely and quickly removes his ninja shoes, all muddied up due to the pouring rain.
'It's too quiet,' He realizes, as he makes his way up the stairs, making a beeline to their bedroom. Sasuke takes out a kunai to protect him (and her) from whatever or whoever dared to intrude in their house. A quick spin of his sharingan assured him that no one else was there, and so turns the knob to their room slowly.
He peeks in and sees a lump under his (their) covers. Feeling her calm chakra made him sigh in relief, his earlier unease long forgotten.
Sasuke was about to join her in bed when his sharp onyx eyes saw the trashcan next to their bed. It was full of tissues. Wet tissues. He was suddenly aware of the small sniffles under the blanket. She had been crying.
He pulled back the sheets to reveal a red faced Sakura, and sure enough, silent tears where making their way down her cheeks.
Now, Sasuke wasn't exactly fond of cuddling, but the sad look on her face was enough to make him pull her close and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
"Shhh. It's okay, Sakura. It's okay."
"S-sasuke-kun," his heart ached at her broken tone.
"It's okay, I'm here."
"I'm s-sorry. I'm so sorry!"
His frown deepens. "For what?"
"For not b-being strong enough."
"Did something happen while I was gone?"
She did not answer, but her growing sobs told him 'yes.'
Sasuke tensed, his overprotective side was letting itself known.
"Were you hurt?" He asked through gritted teeth.
Sakura only continued to cry piteously into his now soaked shirt.
With much effort, the angered man gently pried her off of him and pulled back a bit to stare into her puffy eyes.
"Sakura. Were. You. Hurt?"
His tone was gravely low that Sakura couldn't help but shiver. Sasuke was inwardly losing his patience.
"Dammit Sakura! Were you hurt?"
Scared, she slowly nodded her head.
He immediately regretted his little outburst. More tears were leaking out of her emerald eyes.
Sasuke pulled her back into a protective embrace and affectionately rubbed her back as an apology. He nuzzled her pink hair, catching a whiff of her strawberry scented shampoo. What he lacked in words, he made up with actions.
After spending a few minutes in each other's arms, Sakura seemed to finally calm down. However, Sasuke's blood was still boiling with hatred.
He wasn't used to seeing his girl like this – hurting and crying like a wreck. He had hurt her years ago, and swore never to let anything happen to her again.
"Sasuke-kun?" She answered as she looked up at him.
And then he sees it. There is a fresh scar on her cheek, like someone had thrown a kunai at her. But she was a medic. She could heal large wounds easily, so why didn't she heal the measly scar?
Sasuke's eyes darkened in realization. Sakura told him before that some wounds still left scars if they were poisoned.
He grabbed her shoulders.
"Who did it, Sakura?"
Sasuke took note that she was trying to look at anything but him. He growled.
"Sakura," He cupped her face lightly, forcing her to keep eye contact.
"Please," he pleaded, "tell me who did this to you."
Uchihas never begged. Everyone knew this fact. But the last living Uchiha was desperate. Desperate to know who was stupid enough to dare hurt what was his.
And Sakura knew that he wouldn't drop the subject anytime soon, and so gave him the name of the offender quietly.
Sasuke visibly stiffened at the answer. So… that damn bastard thought he could sin against him and get away unscathed, huh. Idiot.
His sharingan blazed into life. The once black eyes washed into deep red. Sasuke's lips formed a sadistic smirk as he thought about the numerous ways he could use to make the bastard suffer. Bloodlust was radiating off him in waves.
Thin arms made their way around his mid-section, cutting off his chain of morbid thoughts. Sakura held him tightly, afraid that he'll lose control.
"Don't Sasuke-kun. Don't," she begged.
He looked down at her, "but Sakura—"
"Stay with me. Please. You're all I need."
Sasuke sighed, defeated, and turned his sharingan off. He moved to lay them both on the bed. His muscled arms holding her close, her back against his chest.
"I'll stay with you as long as you want me to," he mumbled against the back of her neck.
Sakura smiles, even though she knew he couldn't see it, "Thank you, Sasuke-kun. Goodnight."
He looked over her shoulder and saw that she was slowly drifting off to sleep. His eyes then looked back to the pile of tissues, but he settled back on the pillows before he snapped again.
Sasuke let his tiredness consume him. He really needed a good night's sleep after a long dreary mission and most especially after comforting his lover.
…and of course, to make sure that he has enough energy to kill a certain someone tomorrow.
A/N: So, how was it? Reviews are loved. If you have some prompts to suggest, don't hesitate to tell me, 'kay? Will update soon.