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[sasukeuchiha-eternalmangekyou]

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Those lyrical verses summoned an ethereal phantom of entranced feeling, the spellbinding connection of love that leveled in her caring tone. His heart betrayed him in the past, allotting confusion to the former life he lived, one he willingly drowned in. His breath had been siphoned by such magnetic force when drawn under. But here, with her so near, it felt real again as if the comfort those words offered would remain instead of being torn away. 

He remembered blinding his eyes from this, shielding it so his chest wouldn’t burst from affection he couldn’t handle when it stormed loss from the depths of torment. No matter the distance, her emotional bond was forever close, except it took until now for him to realize it.

A smile formed on his lips as ebon hues met a warm shade of green. He never wanted to lose this. Not again. Sakura became the missing piece that eluded him for so long despite how much his heart recognized it. The promise of sorrow used to be too overpowering, but being beside her created a celestial cage of desire to just let it be. Time wouldn’t shatter if he held on, not this time.

He wished he could indulge that continuous dream, but they quietly shared the knowledge that it wouldn’t be simple. If he could stop time, pretend it was possible, he would. Sasuke outstretched his hand, fingers brushing aside a strand of hair falling past her cheek.

“The rest of my life is yours,” he gently said. With every beat, he knew it was true.

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     “It has been awhile, hasn’t it?” Menma drawled, sitting down on a bench opposite the pink haired kunoichi. “Last time I saw you, I believe I was chaining you to a bridge. Good times, hmm?”

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[text] sleep is for the WEAK!!

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            Odd.

It wasn’t everyday that Kaka-sensei offered to walk her home. Quite frankly, if her memory served her right, it was the first time he had offered such thing to anyone in Team 7. Briefly, she wondered if he had something to tell that was only meant for her ears, but she quickly dismissed it. After all the talk he’d given to Naruto, Sasuke-kun, and her about teamwork it would have been plain silly.

            “Walk me home..?” She questioned, confusion evident in her gestures. “I  ―sure. Just let me…”  

Swiftly she gathered her her kunais and shurikens, placing them in her bag before fully standing up and ready to go, their training session long over.  

“Is there something wrong, Kaka-sensei?” She could only guess. Having been training for a couple of months now with her current team, her skills as a mere genin had developed but there still were not nearly as close to his: a jounin.

KAKASHI HAD BEEN CONSIDERING his response carefully all day. sakura was inquisitive, and she was whip-quick, probably wouldn’t buy an excuse like a progress report to her parents. now that she was a ninja, she was legally an adult anyways, and kakashi had never mentioned anything of the sort before. 

THE REASON HE’S WALKING HER home tonight comes from a place of concern -- he may not be in black ops anymore, but he’s kept his nose to the ground. there’s a predator prowling about, a ninja preying on those weaker than him, and though he will be gone soon, there’s no reason to take an unnecessary risk. and if kakashi were to just follow covertly her home and, say, kill the sucker, it would open up an unpleasant can of worms. like why he was following sakura home in the first place. or why he knows details of a classified anbu investigation. hence the pretense. 

HE’D SETTLED ON BEING STRANGE and cryptic, as was usually his fallback. the obvious falseness of his statements usually either riled his students or led them to know that this wasn’t something being questioned about. perhaps sakura would look at what was underneath.     ‘ maa ,,, i have a date tonight. the restaurant is near where you live, i was hoping you might have some advice for me, sakura-chan. ’     all-in-all, not very believable. the fact that he’s apparently going on a date ( or, at the very least, volunteering any information about his personal life ), the fact he’s apparently asking sakura for dating advice. though, perhaps she will not realize. despite how much his team has grown, they are still children. children he will protect. 

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@iryounin

She stands before the clinic, eyes wide with admiration. She only heard whispers of this establishment, but to see it before her owns eyes is almost too much to believe.

Warm eyes grow even wider upon seeing one of the women behind the clinic. Haruno Sakura, the famous student of the Godiame Tsunade and student to her old teammate Hatake Kakashi. She ignores the slight tightness in her chest.

Biting down on her lip, Rin brushes back her dyed black hair and squares her shoulders. She gathers herself and walks toward her, aware that she can’t to hide her excitement, 

“Excuse me,” she calls toward the young woman, “is this your clinic?” 

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“Hey Sakura, what’s up?” 

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Jealousy meme

(iryounin)

Sakura’s gesture of tease caused a thin smile to form, rapidly hidden with the turn of his head. The way her lips curved up, curling the infused radiance flooding from her evergreen eyes as she joked was warm. It ruptured the bound intensity wrapped around his heart every time.

“I guess I didn’t notice,” he shrugged, an airless reply followed by his gaze finding her again, tugging the calmness in his tone along. “I was a little too occupied with you.”

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64.  “I’m not broken…”

Those words escaped his lips before he realized they existed, but he felt them cultivating in his lungs long ago, making it harder to breathe. His heart felt constricted within an ironclad cage, the pound of each stressful beat burdened his chest with a throbbing ache. But her jade eyes perceived his sentiments for what they were as her hands attempt to reach his shaking fingers. He instinctively pulled back, casting his stare to the sidelines, grappling for a distraction.

He couldn’t be repaired, a crippling aftereffect of the trampling traumatic actions of a remorseful, unbridled child. Sasuke wouldn’t accept apologetic regards aimed his way when he knew they held an icy undertone of uncaring vultures that wanted to pick apart his intentions and devour more of the straggling pieces of redemption still struggling to survive. The moment her touch landed on his cheek, the words poured out once more.

“I’m not broken, Sakura,” he repeated, palm laying rest over her hand to ensure the warmth was real. Her tender care wanted to prove to him that the love they shared wasn’t in vain, it wasn’t going to vanish. She was determined, an evergreen evanescence of her personality that managed to reach him many times in the past. She knew he was expressing a lie.

Sasuke lowered his gaze, aware her silence wasn’t meant to placate the notion. It was the opposite when matching her husband’s somber expression. He had to let her in, allow her to help him recognize he wasn’t ruined. Damaged maybe, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t strong enough to pick up the pieces. Or live.