#random fic drop

[lilmikomiko]

(woooh, fic drop. Ily, dear. teehee.) Their first fight ends like this: "You're not a prize, Sasuke-kun," and before she can stop herself, the words rush out of her mouth in flurry of righteous indignation, "but you certainly act like you are one." She pauses, then, aghast at having said the meanest possible thing she could say to him, guilty at the look of hurt creeping up his usually-stoic face, and also... strangely unwilling to take back what she said, for she meant every word.

[lilmikomiko]

a story: one day he loses himself for want of her, looks up at the night sky, dotted with seven handfuls of stars and yearns for home. one day, he passes a vendor cart, laden with goods, and spies with his sharp eyes, a strip of silk, a finger's width, and five hands long, the color of sunlight filtered through spring's new leaves. one day, he fashions it into a necklace, adorns it with gold, and thinks of her—blushing, lovely, & waiting for him, her eyes soft with memory. one day, he returns.

a start : one day, she stops counting the calendar leaves, looks forward to the seven bright skies that will greet her before his return. one day, she begins her vigil at the long-neglected bench, let her gaze drift to the single sliver of space in between the village gates. one day, noon comes in shades of yellow & oranges, till they blend in purple & roses. the sky is lit with tiny lanterns, and a crescent smile that patiently accompanied her.

and then, one day,

she sees a shadow, formed out of midnight & moonlight. his footsteps came in a careful rhythm, like a pulsating, tremulous heart, giving life to a sleeping road.that lead back home.one day.sakura ka?

once again,sasuke-kun?they meet.

[lilmikomiko]

She smiles when he reaches into the cupboard for the coffee grinds he only keeps around for her sake. While Sakura likes coffee, Sasuke actually prefers tea. He fumbles with the press -- another purchase he made to accommodate her -- red-faced and clearly anxious, making her giggle under her breath. "Sasuke," she interrupts, gently laying a hand over his. She leans in closer, pressing her body against his and breathing against his lips, "I didn't actually come up here for coffee."

This is how Sakura knows that ｓhe loves Uchiha Sasuke to the point of no return : She wakes up to fragrance of coffee, where her red uniform is neatly placed at his side of the bed. Her scattered papers are arranged and clipped on a folder, with her textbooks stacked by order of necessity. There are sticky, sweet rice on her plate, and a smiling mug on her table as she flutters to their little kitchen, while he steeps his tea on a kettle. Her mornings are breakfasts on a couch, with the fleece blanket on her shoulders. Her mornings are the wayward flicks of his dark hair, the slope of his rump with his unkempt clothes. And this is how she falls in love with Uchiha Sasuke : wearing his shirt, her arms loose around his shoulders, a kiss on the corner of his little, hidden smile.

[lilmikomiko]

Request from anon : The morning after his return, Papa was supposed to make breakfast because Mama left for work. But Sarada finds a very sick Papa in bed so she decides to make breakfast for him instead.

“Sa-chan, I’m home!”

  “Papa’s home, huh?” Sakura breathed. Now that her frazzled, need-to-go-home-quick self are replaced with her heightened senses, it seems that Sasuke immediately transported himself to their room, as she can finally feel the exhausted flicker of his chakra. Swiveling and kneeling, Sakura caught the little caretaker who ran to her with a triumphant shannyarooooo! and her inseparable stuffed dinosaur. “Mama!” Sa-chan began, with that proud grin that she had seen hundreds of times on a different face. “I made soup, and its better than yours!” “Really?” The doctor behind that maternal facade began to question her daughter mildly, knowing that Sasuke would try to belittle his injuries, but obviously he contracted some infection from one of his wounds. “How is papa? Is he sick?”

“Un! He’s sick! Really hot, I checked!” She prompted, when she patted her own little forehead, and then gave a frown, knowing that Sasuke’s at it again with his stubbornness.“ Papa doesn’t want to take off his blankie-cape!”

Hiding an injury then. Probable sepsis? “Did he help you make soup?”

“He cut the tomatoes and-” A button-nose scrunched in distaste.”Onions. He’s sneaky! I told him to stay on bed while I make food, because Papa’s face hurt when he tried to move! He sat on the table then when I took to the stove, Papa told me he’s okay but Papa-!  ”

Puncture or blunt trauma, hmm? He probably patched himself already, but ran out of antibiotics that she had packed for him.

“Such a good, good girl!” Mama praised her little Sa-chan, who was probably worried a bit if she’s babbling like this, and looked at the simple covered crock pot. “So he took a bowl and returned to bed?” Vigorous, affirming nods. “Let’s go treat Papa, okay? I’ve got dumplings to dip the soup in!”

After her daughter scampered to the stairs, Sakura sighed, looked at the impromptu picture book and tried not to laugh at Papa’s doodle at the top of the recipe, which Sa-chan, of course, failed to imitate.

Really, it just feels like she had two kids to take care of.

images & text by white-plum sasuke's doodle & sa-chan's almost good copy coronagraminea

[lilmikomiko]

Sakura sees Sasuke's arm and she...

 wraps her hand around the stump, and she resolved to knit their flesh, to stop the blood from pouring out. her heart is torn, like the jagged edges of their limbs, and all she can think about is how absolutely idiotic her boys are.and as she begins to re-form the temporary sinews of muscle, and seals all the weeping arteries :"sakura, i…""don’t." don’t. don’t please don’t do tear me open, while the phantom wound still throbs."i need to concentrate.""i’m sorry."

it was breathless, gasping sound. he forced the words out, like he wanted her to hear it. that what he was saying was important. you’re not dying. i’m saving you, sasuke-kun "sorry?" her voice trembled, in fear. "for what?""for everything,” he croaked, his eyes (always) seeking hers. “i’ve done.”

[lilmikomiko]

to that anon

who just requested that song? omg how did you know that its my work song for the past few days! blame the lola for actually sending me a couple of tracks at work and I was actually writing a story out of it during repeat.