Title: Internet famous
Prompt: Social media (Day 27)
Theme: In another life (AU)
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Sakura parked her car across the street and made her way into the small, crowded restaurant. She loved this place because of the decoration: wooden floors and walls, plants everywhere, white chairs, glass tables. Also, the food, most of it vegan, was great – and it looked great. Aesthetic was everything to her, and to Ino, her best friend, too. Thus, what better place to have lunch together after a year of not seeing each other than this?
Ino was already sitting at the table in the second floor, tapping away in her tablet, as usual. When, she saw her the blonde squealed in delight. Then, there they were: hugging each other like they never thought they'd see each other again.
At last, they sat down and began talking. After the usual how-have-you-beens, Sakura inquired about Ino's year-long stay in Italy, which she had spent doing Gucci models' make-up for photo-shoots and runways. Ino claimed that she loved every second of it, even though it was really hard work and her bosses were mean sometimes, and that she already missed everything about that place, especially the lover she had left behind in Milan.
“His name is Sai,” the girl explained. “He's avery talented artist. You'd love his drawings, Sakura; you should check it out. He made a portrait of me once. It was sooo beautiful. I think I fell in love.”
“With the portrait?” Sakura asked, looking around for a waiter because she had not had eaten anything but an apple and a Venti-sized coffee all day, and she was starving.
“With Sai.”
Now that startled her."Ohhh. Sounds... serious.”
“What about you, huh? Any special person in your life?”
She opened her mouth to say that no, she had been single and ready to mingle for quite a few months, but in that moment, she spotted the waiter – and she smiled. “Not really, but speaking of my love life,” she whispered, “look at that hottie over there.”
Ino turned around immediately and gaped at the waiter, as indiscreet as ever. Thankfully, the guy didn't notice them; he was busy taking a costumer's order – and looking completely gorgeous. Tall, dark-haired, with athletic build and soft features, he looked just like the type of guy Sakura needed.
“Dude, he looks a lot like Sai,” Ino commented, blue eyes wide with surprise.
“Yeah, well, don't steal him. I saw him first.” Right then, the guy finished taking the order and started heading their way. The moment his and Sakura's eyes met, she felt her heart skip a few beats. He had the most penetrating, hypnotizing gaze she'd ever seen, and it made her uncharacteristically nervous.
“Hi,” she greeted, anxiously running a hand through her shoulder-length pink hair.
“Hi,” he said; his voice was an ideal-for-phone-sex kind of voice. “Can I take your order?”
“Heeey,” Ino said, squinting at him, “you look kind of familiar. Are you a model?”
Sakura glared at her friend. Was she trying to steal him? And with that dumb pink-up line?
“No,” the waiter replied curtly, then repeated, “Can I take your order?”
The blonde shrugged and read the small menu that had been sitting on the table the whole time. “I'll have a cappuccino with Irish cream, three spoonfuls of sugar, and skimmed milk,” she said. “Also, a Caesar salad with no tomatoes.”
“What about you?” the waiter asked Sakura, scribbling down the rest of Ino's order.
“Uhhh...” She had no idea what to order. Suddenly, she wasn't even hungry anymore. “I'm actually not sure... What do you recommend?”
The waiter paused and looked at her, as if caught off guard. “Me?”
Sakura smiled charmingly. “Yeah. You seem to have interesting opinions.”
He eyed her thoughtfully for a few moments, before putting his little notebook away and telling her, “I have never eaten here... but I think the vegetarian lasagna looks really good.”
“Then that's what I want,” she announced, leaning back in her chair.
He smiled back at her, or rather, smirked. It was a sexy smirk, though: panty-dropping, like his voice. “Anything to drink?”
“An iced tea, please.”
“Okay. Your food and drinks will arrive shortly.” That said, he walked away.
“Ohhhh my God,” Ino hissed afterwards, grinning. “That was smooth as – What're you doing?”
Sakura was grabbing her phone and snapping a quick zoomed-in picture of the waiter's profile as he went. “It's just a souvenir,” she replied, smiling at the screen as she uploaded it to her personal blog...
Which she regretted deeply exactly thirty minutes later
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They were finished eating and the hot waiter came back to give them the check.
However, as soon as he placed it on the table, he uttered the last thing Sakura ever expected him to say.
“I saw the picture you took of me.”
She froze with her hand in the air as it reached into her purse for her wallet. She looked up at the waiter with confusion. Perhaps she had not heard him right...
“The one you posted on your blog, Sakura.”
“The fuck,” Ino said. “How did you-”
“She's Tumblr famous,” he cut her off, expression blank, but gaze sparkling with rather-cruel amusement. “Of course I know her.”
Sakura was speechless. He was right, she certainly was Tumblr famous. She had thousands of followers thanks to the art she posted: drawings, photography, illustrations, paintings, poetry, all that kind of stuff. Some of it was created by her, but some was not. When she shared someone else's art, it became viral in less than a day. She was The art blogger, almost an icon, but... was she so famous, that even some random hot waiter followed her personal blog?
Apparently, she was, and she was half proud, half embarrassed for it right now.
“Hey, I'm YouTube famous,” Ino said suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “I post videos about beauty and stuff. Do you happen to-”
“No, I'm not into YouTube,” he said dismissively. “Only Tumblr and Instagram.”
Sakura glared at Ino for changing the subject so randomly, but she paused when she saw realization in her best friend's eyes. “Instagram?” the blonde repeated. “Wait... I think I know why you seem familiar now...”
The waiter looked at her for a moment, then sighed heavily. “Uchiha Sasuke,” he introduced himself. “I have fifty thousand followers on Instagram.”
Sakura's jaw fell.
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“I never meant to disrespect you or anything, by the way. I mean, I was just joking around. You are handsome, and I am not blind, after all.”
Sasuke smirked at her. They were outside the restaurant, having a smoke. He had asked for a break simply to talk to her a little longer. “It's fine,” he said. “I just find it funny.”
Sakura recalled the caption of the photo she posted of him: Reeeaaally nice view @ one of my favorite restaurants in Shinjuku! It kind of made her want to die. But if he said it was fine, then it was fine, she supposed.
“I never expected someone Instagram famous to work here,” she commented before taking a drag of her cigarette. “Never thought you'd need the job. Having many followers on the internet gives you many opportunities; thus, it pays well. I know it from experience.”
“It's a temporary job. I just need some extra money. I'm going to Spain in January to take some photographs, and since I'm not being hired by anyone, just going for leisure and to take a few good pics, it's going to be a little more expensive than usual. So I do what I gotta do.”
“Poor you,” she teased, and he chuckled.
“I guess so. But it's going to be worth it... And you should go with me, Sakura.”
She frowned. “Me?”
“Yeah.” He stared off at the distance, still smirking. “There's plenty of art in Spain. Maybe you can post some on your blog, instead of furtive pictures of good-looking waiters.”
Amused, he looked at her. She imagined looking into his eyes every day, with Spain in the background, a professional camera hanging from his neck... The mere thought made her feel giddy. So she said, “I'd love to,” and scooted a little closer to him.
Title: Intriguing proposal
Author: Ella / ff.net’s xElla8D / youtube’s xHawtAMV
Summary: Day 27: Social media - in which the flithy rich Sasuke offers the seductive Sakura a proposal she cannot refuse.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Social media
Rating: T
Comments: Our OTP is way too good looking for me. Yeah.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11349882/27/Daily-spices
Summary: To think that just by using the modern advances as in social media, getting in touch with each other would be so much easier!
A/n: There’s a short continuation of this one and it is on SSM Day 31. Hope you enjoy!
Rating: K | Words: 1565
This morning seemed to be lovely enough for a visit to the local cafe. Sakura ordered her usual hazelnut latte before choosing her favorite spot beside the window. She brought along her favorite book with her and took a sip of her morning coffee. It was an early winter morning and Sakura felt energized enough to drag her butt out of bed and go out. It always seemed pleasant for her to spend most of her mornings there and just warm up a bit before starting her day.
The warm coffee in her hands provided much warmth to her freezing hands in this crazy weather. The joint was still pretty much void of people as most of them were still asleep in this reasonable hour. In fact the coffee didn’t help much to shoo the tiredness from her as she was beginning to doze off from her reading. It’s probably not the best idea to get coffee this early, for her at least.
She closed the book minutes later and placed it safely in her bag before picking up her much filled coffee cup and heading to the door.
That’s when she hadn’t seen it coming; someone had bumped into her, causing some of her coffee to spill on her coat. She was thankful it was just her coat oh if it were her jeans and leather boots, she would have been in a sour mood.
“Sorry.” The person–man, to be exact–said to her in a casual manner, much too casual for her liking that she thought those words were just baloney.
She looked up at his passing figure and saw a tall man wearing a dark coat with its hood over his head. She managed to see that he had long dark hair, long enough for it to be touching the bottom of his ears.
“Watch where you’re going.” She almost hissed. At least have the courtesy to apologize properly, not half-heartedly! Didn’t your mother ever teach you about manners?
“Tch.” He didn’t even look at her but she can pretty much imagine the scowl on his face when she walked out of the joint.
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She hadn’t expected to see him again the next day, in the same place, and at the same hour. This time, she was making her way to the counter instead of to the door when she recognized the same figure; the hood draped over his head and hands stuffed in his pockets. He was waiting for his coffee to brew.
Sakura was standing next to him when the barista called out her name and ended up lingering a little longer than she liked. He seemed to not notice her but she swore this is the same person she saw yesterday. This time, she could take a better look at his appearance. His physique looked like he was in excellent condition, he wasn’t slouching or anything and he looked like someone who pays attention to his body shape.
Somehow, she felt compelled to say something to him, maybe say hi?
“Hey.” She finally spoke. He turned his head to look at her and judging by the look on his face when he saw her, she got a feeling that he recognized her too. Then again, how many people had a hair color as noticeable as hers?
“Hn.” He nodded back.
“You come here often?”
“No. Just moved in to the neighborhood.”
“Ah I see.” She grabbed her coffee and proceeded to sit at her usual spot, unknowing that he managed to spare a glance at her cup just to look at her name.
She made herself comfortable on the cushion before opening her same favorite book and blew at her hot beverage. She spared a glance from the corner of her eyes when she saw the same man making his way to the unoccupied table next to hers. She pretended not to see him instead she kept her head facing the book. She watched him take a newspaper from the newspaper stand and sipped his coffee.
One gulp.
“Sakura.” He said after he settled his cup on the table, so soft and so subtle that she had to strain her ears to pick it up. She froze when her name tumbled from the man’s mouth so easily that it was as if he had known her for years. Tumbled might not be the exact description when he clearly intended to say that.
She could be exaggerating when he could just be mentioning the famous cherry blossom tree, or he happened to see the newspaper mention a clothing brand that’s on sale. But she said it anyway.
“How did you know my name?” He had her attention. He nudged his chin towards her cup and that’s when the realization dawned on her.
“Oh.” He took another sip of his coffee before he placed his cup a little too far from him and a little too close to her, rotating it in such a way for his name to be visible.
“Sasuke?” She muttered softly more to herself.
“Nice to meet you.” He casually said to her, his eyes never leaving the newspaper in front of him, it made him look old when in reality he didn’t look much older than her.
“Nice to meet you too.” She averted her gaze back to her book and he took back his beverage. But then she became too curious about this new stranger next to her. He said he just moved in to the neighborhood?
“So you’re new here?” She abandoned her book to look at him.
“Pretty much.”
“Do you go to college here, or?”
“Hn. Internship at the local bank.”
“Ah I see.” She sipped her coffee again.
“You?” He seemed to be the one who’s curious now.
“Oh I’m a senior at Konoha Med. This is my last year before I graduate.” He nodded in acknowledgement. Med school, he thought. So she’s pretty and brilliant.
“Come here often?” He asked.
“Yeah. This is pretty much my third home, the campus being my second.”
“Hn.” They didn’t speak much further to make it less awkward. She could finally gather her composure and continued her reading as they sat there for what seemed like an hour.
By the time it was around eight thirty, she had finished her drink and decided she should head back and continue on her research back home.
“See you next time, Sasuke.” Sasuke had a glower on when she placed the cup on his table. He thought she was dumping her trash on his table, but when she rotated the cup, he was proven wrong. Written under her name were digits that he assumed was her phone number.
He looked over from the newspaper and saw her smile before she disappeared through the door, a faint smile making its way to his face.
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Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke.
She kept replaying his name in her head. What’s his last name?
It hadn’t even been a whole day after the encounter when she opened her laptop and looked up his name on every popular social media she knew.
Twitter, instagram, snapchat, linkedin, facebook–well not many people still use facebook but worth the try.
She only succeeded at the last.
Sasuke Uchiha’s profile was displayed on the monitor moments after. She scrolled down through his photos, most of it being panoramic pictures of mountains, valleys, rivers, oceans, beaches, and trees. He seemed to be an adventurous type. She thought they were pretty decent photos, maybe he had a thing for photography?
The captions weren’t very intriguing as well; they were just the names of the places he visited. No hashtags, no tags, just plain old boring words. So he’s a simple man.
Food documentations were also present, but not many pictures with faces, human faces on it. There were several pictures of birthday celebrations and family gatherings. She recognized him in some of them.
She sent him a message through facebook messenger.
“Hey. It’s me, Sakura. The one from the coffee shop.” Several seconds… No respond. Seconds turned to thirty minutes, then turned to fifty minutes before he finally answered.
“Hey.” Sasuke wondered for a moment, how did she find me? He only gave her his name and that wasn’t his full name. There could only be one possibility.
“Were you stalking me?” He wore a playful smile.
“What? No!” Sasuke snorted at her reply. She blushed when she read his reply. She was glad he wasn’t there to see it. Maybe… She silently admitted.
“How are you?”
“Good. How about you?”
“Fine.” He didn’t reply back for several minutes.
“Say, how old are you?” She had to ask out of curiosity.
“23” She released her breath that she didn’t know was holding. So he was as old as her. That was unexpected.
“Same then :)” Unexpectedly, the conversation kept flowing. Just from that encounter at the coffee shop, they were already exchanging small details about each other. Sakura was mostly the one who told the story, about her studies, her college, but Sasuke also shared little bits and pieces.
Needless to say, the gap between these two strangers seems to lessen as they melt the ice of awkwardness away little by little. All thanks to the existence of social media. Just imagine if they had to exchange letters with each other, that would be too troublesome.
As cliche at it seemed, those romantic novels that she liked to read might actually be inspired by true events such as this one.
SS Month: Day 27
Prompt: Social Media
Notes: How the Uchiha family becomes famous (Modern AU)
When Sakura returns home after a peculiar day at work, she immediately drops her bag on the counter and walks over to their shared office, only to find her husband already glued to the computer screen.
“This is absurd,” Sasuke mutters mostly to himself after checking the view count, his eyes frozen on a number with far too many digits.
In just two days, their latest upload had gone viral. It wasn’t their first vlog, but they weren’t exactly expecting a huge following. Even Sakura could not contain her gasp, despite hearing from almost everyone about her “absolutely precious” daughter.
She rests her chin on Sasuke’s shoulder, gawking at the worldwide response. “Fifty million views?”
“And we just hit three million subscribers,” he informs her. “All because we uploaded a video of Sarada... feeding the cat.”
It isn’t even a rare occurrence. Their toddler offers food to the cat almost every day, simply picking it up from her bowl and placing her hand in front of his mouth. The only difference this time was that Sakura conveniently had her phone camera out –oh, and the cat licked Sarada’s cheek.
Clearly the internet loves nothing more than cute animals and silly children.
Sasuke’s view of the screen disappears when his wife wedges herself between him and the office desk. “So,” she starts, arms crossing over her chest. “Are we YouTubers now? How does this work?”
“You’re asking the wrong person,” he scoffs. “There are strangers ready to adopt her, according to some of the comments.”
Leave it to Sasuke to worry about fame, but Sakura understands. Who knows what kind of creeps lurk online? “We could let this blow over as just another viral video,” she points out. “Like ‘Charlie Bit My Finger.’”
He likes the idea of keeping his family moments to himself. Except sometimes his daughter was too cute not to share.
As if on queue, Sarada wanders into the office, wearing her bright pink pajamas and dragging her stuffed dinosaur. Having just woken up from her nap, she rubs her eye with one hand and stretches with the other.
Sakura is about to pick her up when Sarada wobbles, falling onto her bottom. Instead of wailing, her eyes flutter close as she falls into a slumber again.
notes: BASED ON A TRUE STORY, STARRING ME THE CREEPER
jk tho but this is so fking long and gross fml
hopefully sasuke doesn’t come off as too stalkerish
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Social Media
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Sasuke guides Sakura the way to his heart. Anonymously, of course.
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Her URL was simple enough—bow-down-bitches dot tumblr dot com—which, Sasuke thought, was a perfect way to describe Sakura’s cockiness and yet didn’t diminish her confidence.
Her blog icon was a picture of her, smiling widely in what seemed to be her messy bedroom with clothes heaped up in massive piles behind her. She wore striped shorts that barely classified as shorts, with knee-high socks and a red tank top. Even in the grainy photo she took from her smart phone, anyone from around the world could tell that she had a wonderfully fit body and some nice assets to go along, front and back.
But what Sasuke cared most about her blog was the content—particularly the personal self posts that gave him a glimpse into Sakura’s true self.
August 27th
I got ice cream today lol
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August 29th
Im a bad person I told my friends I didn’t wanna go out today bc I was sick but rly I just wanted to stay home and watch porn
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September 18th
So there’s this really cute guy in my uni class that I like and he sits two rows ahead of me next to the window and I dunno it’s kind of creepy to say but he’s gorgeous and brilliant and is it weird that I wanna get to know him? Like I don’t have to pursue a relationship with him I just want to talk to him. Idk
He knew the last post was about himself. And he knew Sakura was interested in him romantically, as was a majority of the female population, but he didn’t know to this extent. She wanted to know him as a person. That was new to him.
Sasuke headed over the ask box, appropriately labeled “Ask Box.” Anonymously, (like a coward, he thought, though he really didn’t have an account), he asked:
What would you talk about to that uni guy?
He pressed send and waited. Sasuke figured he was being a grade A stalker, but at the same time, he wanted to know how she’d respond to someone she thought was anonymous.
Only a few minutes later, he noticed that she had published his anonymous ask and replied: “That’s the problem—I don’t know what he likes, and I’m afraid that if I talk to him about something stupid like the weather or how he’s doing he’ll be disinterested and won’t keep up the conversation. Does anyone have any suggestions?”
People began to respond to her post, girls and boys alike offering suggestions that were unknowingly more harmful than good. No, Sasuke wouldn’t want to talk about basketball or other girls in the grade, or the latest upcoming school event. He was glad that someone wanted to talk to him about him—past the accomplishments and accolades, past the activities and extracurriculars.
He sent her another anon ask.
Just tell him you want to get to know him. Go out for coffee together.
She published it and replied, “no no no, I can’t do that! I’m too embarrassed! And how will I deal with the humiliation if he turns me down? The remainders of my dignity can’t handle that.”
Frustratingly, he sent her a final ask.
Just do it. And if it doesn’t work out, you have every right to blame me.
She didn’t publish that one.
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September 25th
Well, thanks to anon, I officially have an unofficial date with uni guy! Anon told me I should ask him out for coffee and get to know him, and as many of you know I was like “whaaaat!” at first, but s/he encouraged me and I went for it and I’m so glad I did. So, anon, if you’re reading this—thank you!
We’re going out for coffee later tonight. What should I ask him? I don’t want to make this seem like an interview or a game of 20 questions. I don’t want to make it one-sided either. What if he’s disinterested?????? WHAT SHOULD I DO
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Sasuke rolled his eyes. He remembered how eager and anxious she was, coming up to him after class and asking—almost verbatim—what he told her to do. And when he responded with a “sure, sounds great,” he’d never forget the shriek of exuberance she let out in happiness.
Again, the responses went from “omg congrats!!!!!” to “ask him about his plans for the year, compliment him on his awards or cuteness, and talk about yourself too so he doesn’t feel too overwhelmed. If you can, ask about exes.”
Sasuke twitched. Those questions were far too boring and way too personal, and for the record, he had no exes to talk about. Instinctively, he went to the ask box, which, according to his Chrome web browser, was his third most visited website.
Congratulations, Sakura. This is anon. Sasuke cringed at the fact he was hiding behind his computer screen, like a coward. I suggest that you talk to him about his family. Ask him about his hobbies, his interests. What does he not like? Why? Avoid controversial topics. Not just with him—this goes for everyone you talk to.
Good luck.
Send.
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Their conversations online ranged from one to two anon asks a day to nearly ten, private correspondences known only between Sakura and Sasuke. Of course, besides their “dates,” they barely spoke in class (Sasuke knew Sakura was still very shy when it came to approaching him publicly) and minimally through texts. It seemed that Sakura was closer with “anon” than with the real him.
The coffee date went wonderfully, without a hitch, Sakura following anon’s advice down to the period. Slowly and surely though, as the get-togethers went on, anon started giving less and less advice to Sakura, seeing how she’d fare on her own.
She did beautifully.
Most of her personal posts were directed @anon: I really had a wonderful time with him or This may sound silly, but I think I actually love him. I know, I’ve only gotten a chance to actually interact with him just a while ago, but given that I know so much about him already, it just feels right.
Sasuke’s heart raced. He was glad to know he wasn’t the only one who felt this way anymore. His chest swelled at the prospect of talking to Sakura, anonymously or not. At first he played along with her, going along to see where the ride would take him. Now he was caught in the trap she’d woven, tangling him so that all he could think about was her.
Meet me in our classroom, 5:00 pm.
Send.
Was it too risky? Perhaps he’d made the wrong mistake? It was too late now—he’d sent it. It was up to Sakura to react to the prospect that her beloved Sasuke-kun was her own matchmaker.
He swung on his coat and muttered a prayer. He would be waiting.
AN:…i may have watched jurassic world today….and i may have been inspired by margarita idiot…
“This is not the time to be snapchatting!” Sakura screams, shoving a teen to the side so she can better aim at the pterodactyls storming the plaza.
There are people everywhere, running and screaming and dying to escape, and then there’s this idiot snapchatting.
“I'm—uh,” he says, as she takes down two, then three. Sakura leaps atop a table to get away from the masses elbowing her and then there are four, five down. “Uh, it’s actually Insta—”
“I don’t care! Find your family!” Sakura snaps, using her gun to swat at a particularly eager dinosaur. “And get out of here!”
She hears footsteps behind her, and then somebody gets on the table.
“Escape,” she snarls, firing a shot and having had enough of Snapchat and Instagram Idiots. “Find—”
“It’s me, Sakura.”
She stiffens, and then her husband takes down a pterosaur at five o'clock.
They’re still alive, is all she can think for a second.
They made it.
“Thank you,” she whispers, shaking with gratitude—he’s here, they’re here, Sarada’s somewhere safe—, before shaking her head and raising her gun. Remain calm. "Where’s Sarada?“
"Down here, Mama!” a voice calls, weak with tears.
Sakura nearly faints. “You are not beneath that table right now—”
“But I am, Mama!”
Sakura trembles with happiness and fear and desperation, but Sasuke needs someone to cover his back, so she continues shooting.
She does a scan of the chaos, squinting at the skies. There are only fifteen pteros left in the vicinity for now; this will be over soon.
“The InGen soldiers are here, right?” she asks, and she feels Sasuke nod. As soon as Sakura knows they have sufficient backup, she elbows her husband, hard.
“Hey!” Sasuke protests. “I almost missed one.”
“I told you take her somewhere safe!” Sakura hisses. She ducks her head underneath the table quickly, and sure enough, her six year old daughter is curled up in a ball there, managing a wobbly smile. Sakura smiles back with as much warmth as she can, before standing against Sasuke’s back again.
“There is nowhere safe on this island anymore,” Sasuke murmurs, and Sakura’s stomach turns cold.
Oh God.
“Don’t tell me,” she says. “…It’s–she’s…she’s headed towards here, isn’t she?”
“The thermal radiation sensors,” Sasuke says, jumping off the table and handing her his gun. Sakura takes it, and Sasuke scoops their daughter in his arms. Sarada’s crying, and he hushes her, presses a kiss atop her head. “There are twenty thousand people crowding to the front gates and their rooms right now, Sakura. The indominus—”
“can sense it,” Sakura finishes, voice a whisper. “She’s coming.”
“We need to stop her,” Sasuke says, grim.
They sprint away from the screaming swarms of people, and jump into their Jeep. It’s Sakura’s turn to hold their daughter, and Sarada buries her face into her shoulder.
“We’ll be okay,” she says, stroking her daughter’s hair. Sarada whimpers, and Sakura closes her eyes. “Everything will be okay, I promise.”
They’ve been through too much for an ending like this. They, connected, are too much for an ending like this.
Sakura has a husband whom she would follow to the ends of the world, and a child whom she would give the world for her happiness.
“We’re going to find that indominus,” Sakura says, opening her eyes and patting her daughter’s back. There’s steel in her gaze and iron in her voice as she places a hand over Sasuke’s. “We’re going to find it, and we’re going to destroy it.”
Her husband nods, squeezing her hand and swallowing.
He steps on the gas, and they speed into the thick foliage, ready for the hunt.
