A/N: I LIIIIVEEEEE. *throws short update & runs away*
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Title: Thinking of Maybes
Dedicated to: Whoever's still waiting out there. Thank you.
Sasuke thinks too much.
His mind is constantly plagued by pink, green, and red.
He doesn't mind though.
It's another day and Sasuke's thinking of bright stars, the soft waft of cherry blossoms, and grass tickling his cheeks.
He thinks that it would feel nice to wrap his arm around her while she burrows onto his side.
He thinks of her light giggles as she would point above them, mistaking the glow of the fireflies as stars.
Maybe he'll laugh (not giggle, never giggle, he was an Uchiha) along with her. Maybe he'll stop her when she says "Don't you think it's time to go back home?" and makes a move to get up. Maybe he'll pat the space next to him and say "I am home, how about you?"
Maybe he'll wipe away the happy tears that would escape her eyes, and maybe he'll pull her close once more and maybe they'll point at the stars again and maybe he'll let a soft "I love you" slip out.
Maybe she'll smile that beautiful smile of hers and she'll cry again (she's always been a crybaby, maybe he'll tease her about that one day) and maybe she'll say "I love you too" and maybe they'll kiss.
Maybe he'll introduce her to his family and maybe she'll get all nervous and think that she's unworthy or something.
He thinks of their footsteps as they make their way towards his parent's graves, his strong ones and her nervous ones. He thinks of the way her hands would tremble as he pulls her down to pray. He thinks of the words to say as he introduces her to them and he thinks that she'll probably cry again.
He thinks of the dates that she'll drag him to and estimates how much he should save up. He thinks whether the jewelry store around the corner is still around and if she would prefer a bracelet, a ring, or a necklace.
Maybe she'll say "nothing" but he'll be prepared and would fish out a small velvet box. He thinks of the way she would cry again as he proposes to her.
Maybe she'll agree to live near the Uchiha compound and maybe they can get Naruto, Kakashi, and the gang to help out.
Maybe she'll surprise him by renovating the house where he used to live in with his parents and Itachi. Maybe he'll let her choose their coffee table and bed as thanks.
He thinks of their wedding and the way she would walk down the aisle. Maybe she'll be crying again. Maybe he'll whisper "you're beautiful" when she reaches him in front of the altar.
Maybe they'll wait for a year or two before having kids. Maybe their first born will be a boy, and he hopes that she'll agree to name him Fugaku or Itachi. Maybe she'll smile the smile he loves so much as she hands their baby to him for the first time and maybe he'll get all teary-eyed and she'll laugh and he'll laugh and little Fugaku-slash-Itachi will laugh and maybe she'll call him—
"Sasuke." Fierce green eyes glare at him from the other end of the battlefield, one hand gripping a kunai.
He flinches and takes a second to recompose himself before turning to her."Sakura."
—and maybe, just maybe, he hopes, she'll call him "Sasuke-kun" again.
A/N: I apologize for the crappy chapter. I'm on summer vacation now, so expect more updates this coming April! Belated happy birthday, Sakuraaaaa~