#coronagraminea

(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.

you know you're reading a painful / fluffy fic when you just HAD to go another tab, play a game, screw yourself over tumblr, just to get out all that of immense flood of emotions out of you.

It's three months after their wedding, and Sakura feels that things can not get any better. However, when she casually mentions the topic of how to raise children in a conversation, she finds out that Sasuke is vehemently against the idea of having children due to his belief that it is cruel to bring children into this ugly world. Just like that, Sakura's perfect world is shattered, as it has always been her dream to have a family, and she had always assumed that Sasuke wants the same thing.

short enikao for coronagraminea, in preparation and conditioning for the devastating A-bomb (an angst bomb) that she just dropped to my inbox. an endless stretch of sand and sea, telling her that the world wasn't within the four walls of wood and plaques, held between the wood on her hands, and kept within the confines of her heart. the white curls of saltwater pools on the spaces between her toes, kaoru is no stranger to the ocean - she had taken boats, trains, carriages; she had seen sunsets and sunrises, the grey clouds that hover over the wide expanse that told her of oncoming winter. she always met it with a wariness that she couldn't place, a small fear that it can drown her with one slip. she adjusts her hat, reprimands herself, don't think about home for awhile, and turns - only to find a white-haired man, with an easy smile on his face. "good afternoon," he bows, his thickly-accented language made her wince. with his slacks and the open-shirt, she knew that he was probably a businessman who was also taking a short vacation in this island."are you enjoying your stay here?"

there's sasusaku angst, and there's coronagraminea

request: coronagraminea, who requests only once in a blue moon. prompt:  post-war. sakura wants to visit sasuke in his hospital room but karin is always there. the thing is, sasuke wants sakura to visit him too. karin storms inside the resident's office. every medic gathered in the room turns to her, but what made the people tremble was the apparent danger that an uzumaki temper wrought. the signs were there : her flaring eyes, her tight fists, her stubborn frown, and the way that she shoved the first one who asked her to leave. the head mednin's back was on her, writing formulas about narcotic boluses, and who seemed unaware of her presence. but no, she could see her hand shaking as it paused on the third equation, while her students stood up and left without any prompting. "why?" the redhead glowered as she approached, "why didn't you see him?" sakura opens her mouth, as if to deny the accusing question, but karin pressed forward. "what do you take me for? i'm not ignorant, and i won't keep at this charade any longer. everyday, you're only standing at his door--" karin stood before this girl, who unflinchingly met her stare, yet couldn't even have the courage to knock on and turned the goddamned knob. "i know. i can sense you." "i want to see him." sakura's soft reply belied the tears that refused to fall, "of course, i want to see him. but..." (he hurt me. i hurt him.) "...you didn't see it." karin hissed. "see him wait for you to open that door, and be disappointed when you weren't coming." (the way his head would rise, meeting her red eyes, only for him to look away. she would remember how he would look out at his window, staring at the small flowers that grew beneath the sill, or how he wouldn't eat anything, except for the basket of apples that turned up at his door one night, that karin would slice and serve on a plate. she also learns that sasuke wouldn't eat them if they weren't peeled.) "you will talk to him," karin stalks to her, scarred hand wrapping over a pale wrist. "now." sakura stares at the marked fingers, covered with bites and bandages. she's a kunoichi of sound, from a village renowned of roughened and resilient soldiers. yet, karin doesn't manhandle her, nor squeeze her bones tight. it shows, when karin took a step forward, not minding that sakura was stronger, that she could break her grip, and crush her bones. karin - this girl, who had been with sasuke-kun all these years - was the one who reminded her that the man she loved might not even want to see her. (he needed her, not me) and now, she had the strength to look her in the eye, to tell her to stop being a coward. "it took him a second to say sorry to me, " the words are gentle, and sakura could see her frustration as her shoulders shook. "but in his nightmares, he would spend the entire night - " she crumbles and almost spits the bitter confession out in a rush "- apologizing to you."    the drops fell from her cheeks.    "go to him." sakura doesn't know who's the one crying the hardest, as karin begs. "please."