SasuSaku Month Day 1: Far From Home Because I’m a blank period/Traveling!SS ho. 

Day One: Far From Home

(Short One-shot)

Rating: T

Summary: He always wonders if this life is enough, if he is enough

“What’s wrong?” she asks softly, brows furrowing as he contines to stare down at her in silent contemplation.  She lays beneath him, reclined on the pile of mismatched blankets and pillows, exhausted from their ardent love making. Sasuke, far more awake than she, hovers above her, watching her intently as she permits his calloused and unworthy hand to explore the valley and plains of her body.

Even now, even when she is completely and irrevocably his, he can’t help but be worried. He has spirited her away from everything she knows and holds dear, away from everything familiar and safe.  Is it enough? He can’t help but wonder.

For a while he’s silent, and the only sounds between them is their mingled breathing and the light rain sprinkling against the roof of their shelter. His hand comes to rest along her jawline, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, before he finally speaks.

“Do you miss it?” he can’t help but ask, watching her intently.

She tilts her head.

“…Konoha?” he whispers the name of their home, a place that tears at the middle of his heart and his soul. A place he loves and hates simultaniously.

The kunochi nods slowly in reply, smiling lightly, that beautiful smile that he resents sharing with anything or anyone else. Then, for a moment, she is miles away, thinking fondly her beloved village and her beloved people. He can almost see the Hidden Leaf in the reflection of her eyes as she casts her gaze out the open flap of their tent…he can almost see her friends and family that she cherishes deeply within the endless depths of her heart.

“They will be celebrating the Rain Festival right about now.” she whispers, her small smile growing. “Every shop is probably filled to the brim with all the different umbrellas.”

She laughs lightly then, turning her merry gaze back to his, making his heart flutter. “We could probably use a few umbrellas ourselves right about now.” she tells him.

He says nothing, only sighs as he weaves his hand into hers, his brow still furrowed with troubled creases. He bows his head, unable to find the right words to convey his feelings. His wife keeps her smile as she places her palm against his face lovingly, encouraging him to return his mismatched gaze to hers.

“I do miss the village.” she confesses, knowing in her heart what worries him. “But, never as much as I’ve missed you.”  She brushes her lips against his tenderly.

“I…” he begins, before pausing.

“You don’t have to worry about me being homesick, Sasuke.” she assures him. “I’ll only ever be homesick when I’m without you.”

General Disclaimer

Rating: G (or K, whatever)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Here’s a little something I did for SSM19. Maybe if I try to keep everything a thousand words or less, I can get back into the swing of things and answer a few of these prompts! No idea if I’m gonna put this in the LOF ‘verse or not, I’ll probably decide when the month is over. In the meantime, enjoy!

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She’s not going to make it.

A feeling of dismay and a little guilt pool in her chest, because she was so sure that the occasional bursts of discomfort were a false alarm, and not true labour. She’s a doctor, and she assumed she of all people would be able to tell.

Hey guys! This is my entry for Day 1 of ssm:

"Far From Home"

A/N: I was going through my WIPs and this was one I had been doing for a zine that I dropped out of. It was almost finished so I thought why not finish it. It fits the prompt for day 1 of our beloved otp month. Also there was supposed to be more but this is just wholesome in its mood and idk what followed would have been way too dramatic so I just put that plot bunny in the garbage. Who knows, I may revisit in another prompt. But for now, here, have this soldier!au drabble. It’s kinda meh but w/e. I just wanted to get the WIP out lol. 

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It had been five hours since a messenger soldier had arrived at their location to report the sight of Akatsuki heading towards the village they were stationed at, and Sakura was beginning to doubt the validity of the information. She and Sasuke had been immediately sent on lookout duty at the borders of the town, the latter carrying a sniper in case of trouble, while she settled for bringing two handguns and a radio.

To Shikamaru’s calculations, the Akatsuki troop should have been there three hours ago. Sakura wished she had thought of bringing provisions; her mouth had long grown dry by now, and her stomach had hollowed out as well, gurgling with painful growls and beseeching for any type of sustenance.

Running the back over her hand over her sweat-slicked forehead, Sakura exhaled a heavy sigh and tipped her head back against the much cooler wall, tired gaze set on the build of her dark haired teammate. Occupied with the meticulous cleaning of his gun, Sasuke took a few moments to notice her staring, black eyes sliding to her in question. A lopsided smile tugged at her mouth just for that.

“I’m hungry, Sasuke-kun,” she said simply, the slightest hint of complaint in her tone. “Do you have anything edible by any chance? Like an apple? Some salted peanuts? I’d take anything at this point, seriously. My stomach feels like it’s eating itself.”

SasuSaku Month 2019

Day 1: Far From Home

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Author's note: *emerges from the depths of despair* I’m late I know but I’m still joining the party~

I'm now on my third year in participating in SS Month yaaaay~ I feel like I won't be able to do a 1k word oneshot for each of the prompts this time because real life is not helping me write right now... but I still wanna give something for the love of my otp and so it's all short word tidbits this year :(

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*goes back to cramming*

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"You look at her like she is your sun."

The words of the apothecary continued to linger in Sasuke's mind. It's been three days since it entered his ears, yet that simple sentence would take over his thoughts too much for his liking.

Looking at the woman beside him, reading scroll after scroll of medical knowledge, he decided to think why it didn't felt right to him. The quiet darkness surrounding them was given an otherworldly feeling by the night's orchestra. The fire before them providing much needed warmth as the temperature dropped for the evening.

Sakura noticed him looking her way. The kunoichi gave him a smile, her eyes asking the silent question if he needed anything. He shook his head and with that she replied with a toothy grin.

In a way, she is like the shining heavenly body – bubbly, gives hope, and warm-hearted in all her ways.

She is all these, and yet, he can't liken her to the sun.

For Day 1 (Far from Home) and Day 2 (Patterns) of SasuSaku Month 2019

Rating: K

Summary: Sarada has a specific routine every afternoon, but there was something different about today that caught her mother’s attention.

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At first, Sakura thought everything was just like the usual – Sarada would go out upon waking from her afternoon nap to play in her treehouse, return inside the house happily to help her prepare dinner, and then eat dinner with her while rambling about her new discoveries for the day. It’s been like that for more than a week now, but today was quite different than expected.

A loud thud was heard from the front door while she was slicing some tomatoes in the kitchen, followed by stomps of little feet that were becoming louder as it approached her earshot. With a raised eyebrow, the Uchiha matriarch turned and caught a glimpse of her daughter’s scowling face as she ascended the stairs, avoiding the kitchen in the process.

Sakura could’ve opted to cook their meal first and then deal with her daughter later, but if there’s one thing she and her husband have become accustomed to, it’s having a positive ambiance while eating together for it was very rare for them to even be in the same table all at once. So after putting the knife down, she wiped her hands with a small towel and then made her way to her daughter’s bedroom.

“Sarada?” She knocked lightly, entering the room only after hearing the approval in her daughter’s small voice. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

But what she saw already confirmed the answer to that.

It was both amusing and heartbreaking to witness how her daughter was just stationary on her bed, with her arms crossed and a pout plastered on her face. Amusing because the sight was reminiscent of a young Sasuke, making her heart skip a beat for the reminder that indeed, she has married her childhood crush and this was her beloved child with him. On the other hand, it was heartbreaking because she has done everything that she could to keep Sarada happy and fulfilled; so seeing her like this now, Sakura knew she was ready to punch to the ends of the earth whoever or whatever was making her daughter lonely.

She sat beside Sarada on the bed, pushing some strands of her black locks away from her face. “Want to tell mama what’s wrong, Sarada?”

“Mr. Hawk never came.”

“Mister...hawk?” Okay, she was kidding. She wasn’t ready to punch a little bird to the ends of the earth.

“Yeah. I saw you meeting with him sometimes.”

Sakura could only blink at this, not sure if her six-year-old daughter was merely imagining things or she has already outsmarted her.

Sarada gave her a look as if she was supposed to understand things in a snap because she was actually the mom here. Then she added, “Whenever you meet with him, it’s either there’s a new letter from Papa or you’ve sent him one.”

Ah. So that’s Mr. Hawk, huh? The Uchiha matriarch stifled a laugh at the realization. She didn’t know that her daughter was a witness to her encounters with Sasuke’s hawk.

And for Sarada to give him a nickname? Ain’t that cute?

She cleared her throat before speaking again, “I see. Can you tell me why you’re expecting Mr. Hawk to come to you?”

Sarada bit her lip, and for a moment, she looked as if she was hesitating on something. Then, she hopped off the bed and tugged her mother’s wrist as she made her way outside her bedroom and towards their backyard.

Perplexed, Sakura simply followed Sarada’s footsteps, until they reached the tree house that Sasuke had built for their daughter a few years back.

With a glance, Sarada told her to climb up its small steps after her. And once her mom was already seated beside her in her play area, she bashfully handed her a small box that has no lid.

“What’s this, Sarada?”

“Uhm...I’ve seen you meet with Mr. Hawk at around four o’clock thrice before, so I…uh...I thought that when I leave something here for papa, Mr. Hawk would get my letters and bring them to wherever papa is.” Then she pointed to the box on her mother’s lap. “I’ve been leaving a letter daily, at first I was sad that he didn’t get my first few letters. So I thought that maybe Mr. Hawk only comes weekly, but it’s been nine days now and my letters were still untouched.” She pouted once more, looking away to blink back the tears that were now brimming her eyes. “He never came, mama.”

With a hand on her mouth, Sakura stared lovingly at her daughter and then to the box she was holding. She never realized how difficult it was for her daughter to not have her dad around. She wasn’t able to take into account that just as she was missing her husband, Sarada was surely missing her dad too.

The fact that she tried to reach out to him with her own means (and understanding of how summoning works) warmed her heart and made her convinced that from now on, she would tell Sarada when she would send letters to her father so she could write her own too, with the assurance that Mr. Hawk would come and deliver them to Sasuke.

Smiling, Sakura lifted her two fingers and gently tapped Sarada’s forehead, surprising her and getting her full attention. “Ne, Sarada, do you still want to send these letters to your papa?”

The sparkle in Sarada’s black orbs was enough to brighten her own day. Upon her daughter’s excited nod, her hand made the seals needed to summon the black bird that Sarada called Mr. Hawk. It was originally Sasuke’s summon only, but it eventually became hers as well, a result of their connection that was visible even to the hawk and the rest of their summons.

The feathered summon appeared beside them then, making Sarada’s eyes widen in amazement. “You came! Mama, you made Mr. Hawk appear!”

Sakura chuckled. “Yes, sweetheart. So, are you ready?”

Sarada was too thrilled as she nodded once more, staring in awe at her mother while she made quick hand seals that stored nine letters in a single scroll.

“Alright. Garu, please bring this to my darling husband.” Sakura attached the scroll to the hawk’s foot before turning to her daughter. “Why don’t you say goodbye to Mr. Hawk, Sarada?”

Slowly, Sarada reached out to touch the summon on its head and grinned widely when it leaned to her hand. “Bye, Mr. Hawk! Please bring my letters to my papa, okay?”

And then Mr. Hawk took off.

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Miles away, Sasuke thought everything was just like the usual as he ventured to another unnamed forest in search for a spot where he could stay the night, but the familiar sound of a feathered animal made him look heavenward.

With a raised eyebrow, he waited for the hawk to land on his left shoulder before getting the scroll it was carrying. “Thank you,” he muttered, but the hawk didn’t leave as if it wanted to watch his reaction with the news he was about to receive.

This slightly made him nervous while unsealing the scroll. Did something happen to my family? Was Konoha attacked and Naruto wasn’t able to do anything about it?

He then furrowed his brows at the sight of nine colorful papers carefully folded in different shapes. He tilted his head to glance at the bird on his shoulder, as if asking where these came from because these were definitely not from Naruto nor Kakashi, and his wife was not childish anymore to send him some cute stuff.

Childish. Cute. And then it dawned on him.

With widened eyes, he opened the pink shuriken-shaped letter and what he saw made his heart burst:

Dear papa,

I miss you. I honesly don’t remember your face so much. Please know that I still love you even though you’re far away. I hope you teach me some ninja stuff when you come back.

With love,

Sarada

P.S. I’m not sure if Mr. Hawk would deliver this today but I finished writing it anyway. See you soon, papa!

After staring at the colored paper long enough, he gave the hawk another look, but this time, with a smile on his face. “Mr. Hawk, huh?”

And then Mr. Hawk took off.

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July 2018 | AriannJS

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This was a day late! But here’s my drabble combining the prompts for Day 1 & Day 2! It’s my first time joining SasuSaku Month and I hope you’ll enjoy my works! You could check my other fics here and on FF or AO3 with the username AriannJS.

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