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««—“I know I promised,” he answers. “But this mission is sudden, and Naruto needs me.” The raven haired Uchiha embraces his wife, holding her close to him. “I love you. I leave tomorrow, so we have the night together before I go.”

——-‹❀› Though visibly disgruntled, she presses her lips together tightly in an effort to keep words that can only harm from spilling. Leaning into his embrace, her arms slowly uncross themselves to wind loosely around his form. "I know," she grumbles into his shirt, brow furrowing against the soft fabric. "But he could have at least given us time to finish our damn honeymoon. It's not fair that I can't keep you all to myself even now!" Pink hair cascades down her neck as she pulls her face up, brows scrunched and a lips pursed. "Well then, I want to make the most of this!"

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α тяʏƨт ωιтн ɢσ∂ƨ : ᴄʟᴏSᴇᴅ ʀᴩ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴜɴᴀxʟᴜᴍᴇɴ

——-‹❀› She was in a fix.

"What?" she sputtered quite indelicately, green eyes growing huge in disbelief.

"You heard me," her mentor grumbled. "Step into the shoes of a full-fledged kami, will you?" The goddess of strength and healing took a swig from her beloved jug of sake. "You've been running around humans long enough, learning whatever you wanted to learn. It's about time you stepped up to what I trained you for."

Short pink hair that had escaped from her bun framed her face in a disarray; irritated, she blew some offending locks away from her eyes. Lips as equally pink has her strange hair opened and closed sporadically, making her resemble one of the koi in her shishou's outdoor pond.

"You can't be serious," she mumbled, fists clenching. "I'm only twenty, it's too early and I have so much left to learn——"

"You've already inherited your position," the blonde woman before her shot back. "You don't quite have an age anymore, y'know. You're going to appear twenty forever." A smirk appeared on the older woman's lips. "Take that as an advantage."

"Sakura," the gentle woman who was Tsunade's familiar touched her shoulder with a concerned hand. "The council wants you to take on a familiar——it's high time. The world has waited——"

"——'centuries for my rebirth', I know," the pink-haired girl responded with a grimace. She shifted uncomfortably in her leaf-colored yukata, a finger absentmindedly going to the purple diamond on her forehead——the one that marked her as Tsunade's successor as the goddess of healing, while the tiny gold leaf at the nape of her neck glowed dimly, symbolizing her status as the new Haru-no-kami, goddess of spring, and the title by which she was now known by amongst her fellows.

"People have been praying to you for as long as they existed here in Kyoto," Shizune reminded her, a firm expression on her face. "And you were chosen as the one to be reborn, and attain your rightful position for the years to come——"

Once again, Sakura interrupted her. "I know," she emphasized wearily. "It's just that the council could have given me more time in getting to know the very people who worship Haru-no-kami." Despite holding a strong sense of duty and pride in her position, the girl still hated how she had to act as though she was above humans——when in fact it was their prayers that kept the whole lot of gods, including the conservative council, alive.

She sighed, and rose, deciding that she had had enough. "All right," she muttered in defeat, while Tsunade let out an intoxicated whoop and her familiar beamed at Sakura. "I'll get a familiar."

Before she exited the house, however, Sakura paused at the screen door with a smirk. "But," she added, green eyes sparkling with cleverness and a sparkling mischief, "on one condition."

The sakura trees outside trembled with some unknown force, before bursting into bloom despite it being the middle of autumn. Tsunade wore a wry smile, golden eyes filled with triumph, while Shizune's face began to pale, mouth opening immediately to chastise her, correct her, prevent her from setting her mind on defying the council by giving them exactly what they wanted——

"I'm going to choose my familiar myself."

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««—“Do you honestly think I would?” he responds, glancing down at her, one eyebrow raised. He’s gone through too much, and now that this battle is over, he realizes that they both came close to losing their lives.

——-‹❀› She huffs indignantly, pausing her healing of the serious wound on his arm——for heaven's sake, it is nearly skin and bone and ragged flesh——to fix him with a critical eye. "I don't know," she mutters after a moment's silence, resuming the steady flow of green chakra into his injury. "You put me in a damn genjutsu, after all." Sniffling as though thoroughly insulted, she tosses her bangs out of her face, keeping a childlike anger about it the entire time.

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"Well, let's not stand here and think of what could have been."

She never, never thought those words would ever come out of her mouth. But standing here, staring at him, all she could think about was what was. With all of them, as Team Seven, protecting and supporting each other faultlessly. She tried to to achieve some kind of enlightenment, some childish ideal born out of the hope that if she looked at him long enough he would become the boy she knew at thirteen, instead of this stranger, this man with darkness in his soul.

So far, it hadn't worked, but she still had hope. She would always have hope.

"Let's think about things as they are now." She surmised, clasping her hands together behind her back and smiling. "We're together again, all of us. That's something to speak of."

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««—“Why not?” he responds, dark irises scrutinizing her closely, a mocking smirk coming onto his lips. He had fought tooth and nail, and now, here she is trying to keep him with her. Foolish. It was the way it has always been. She chases him, he does his best to walk away.

"If I die, that is none of your concern," he points out. "I would deserve every moment of pain as a result. It’s useless to fight me on that manner." Shaking his head, he sighs, one hand coming up to rest on her head, and he ruffles her hair.

"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura." The name rolls off of his tongue as if it’s something on the open ocean being carried away by the waves. "You’re still…annoying."

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——-‹❀› "Why not?" she echoes incredulously, looking none too amused. No matter how hard she tries to drive it into his skill that he is important to her and the rest of Team 7...does he still not understand that?

His smirk elicits a glare from her, and she suddenly feels a strange urge to punch him through a couple of mountains. "This ridiculous notion," she seethes, "of you deserving pain makes me want to shove you into a psychiatric unit, because I want to know why you still think that way!"

Sakura calms slightly once he places his hand in her hair, though the obvious height difference irritates her further, despite having nothing to do with the situation at hand. "Way to antagonize the person acting as your defense lawyer in your trial," she mutters darkly, glare at full force in piercing green from beneath her lashes. Arms crossed, she ducks from under his palm, stalking to the other end of the room to flop down unhappily on her desk.

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"And I thought I'd finally earned the right to die." (lunaxlumen)

——-‹❀› The medic looks mildly surprised, before tilting her head in contemplation as she always does;

“Perhaps,” she says nonchalantly, as if commenting on the weather. For a moment, it seems as though she cares little for his cause. But then, she sets her gaze upon him, eyes sharp and a fierce green;

"You’ll never earn that right, though. You know why?"

she storms up to him and grasps his arm firmly, mouth set in a determined line,

"Because no matter what, Naruto and I won’t let that happen."

With that, her hand falls away from his arm, and Sakura’s expression softens, as her palm rises to gently caress his own——her precious person makes her heart swell with affection. A promise spills out of her lips, sounding naive and childish, but brimming with conviction and feeling all the same, veins pumping with loyalty and unbridled emotion.

"I won’t let you die…I swear it.”