bonito flake

Nori bento is consisting of layers of bonito flakes with a little soy sauce, cooked rice and Nori. It’s a kind of classical-style bento.

Today’s bento is thin pork roll-up with Ume paste and perilla, heart-shaped sweet omelette, vegetables, strawberry and Garbure landaise, which I taught how to cook in my cooking class yesterday.


Onigiri are rice balls with a filling.  I was introduced to onigiri through pokemon, but at the time I thought they were called doughnuts!  Later on when I became more interested in cooking and different cuisines I learned their actual names.  Initially I thought they’d be sweet (thanks again pokemon!) due to growing up with the impression that they were some kind of doughnut or sweet.  There are plenty of ways to make onigiri, yet none of them actually contain sweet ingredients!  Most balls are either plain balls of rice or contain a savory or salty filling.  Fillings include—pickled or salt plums (umeboshi), tuna with mayo, bonito flakes, fish roe, and a variety of salmon (baked, salted, grilled, etc).  The list can go on forever, it’s like pizza toppings; there’s traditional and then there’s everything else :)

Onigiri are great in lunch boxes because they’re a relatively small size, simple to make and contain a nice balance of protein to carbohydrate.  To make about 3 onigiri balls you’ll need…


  • 2 cup sushi rice
  • 4 ½ cup water salt 
  • 1 sheet nori (cut into 4″x1″ strips)
  • Salt, seasonings, vinegar, etc. (Optional) 


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Another bento!
- Fried rice with onion and carrots
- Tamagoyaki
- my creation: okonomiyaki style vegetables (cabbage, carrots, grilled tofu, okonomiyaki sauce and bonito flakes)

The dessert was high quality baumkuchen, a German cake that I never saw outside of Japan, Mapple syrup flavoured!

Αγάπη PT. 15 (Mitsuhide x Reader)

JUMBO CHAPTER! The result of a split would be two incomplete feeling chapters (to me, anyway) so I just kept going! I hope you guys like it!

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You shooed everyone from the kitchen upon your return, wanting to prepare everyone’s favorites yourself alongside the sparse customer’s orders. Mitsuhide stopped inside from time to time, reminding you to sit and drink water and eat and take breaks, all the while with a nervous expression on his face. You would allow him to fuss over you just a bit each time before making him exit the kitchen, especially careful to hide the onigiri with bonito flakes from his view. 

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look at mugi

so qt, eating street-food yakisoba on a waterslide. How presh.

do you wanna make some yakisoba and eat it like Mugi?
Don’t. that’s really dangerous and you’ll probably stab yourself and choke and fall off the slide and die.


(serves: 4)


Ingredients for Noodles-

  • 2 portions of home made ramen noodles (click for recipe)*
  • 1 carrot, julienned*
  • ¼  napa cabbage, thinly sliced
  • Like 2 handfuls of bean sprouts
  • a small bunch of chives, chopped
  • Bonito Flakes (Katsuobushi)
  • Some seaweed flakes
  • Yakisoba Sauce (ingredients below)
  • pickled red ginger

*if you honestly don’t have the time, then just get two portions of those dried ramen noodle things. I honestly recommend the fresh, homemade kind though. It really makes a difference.

*julienned just means you make the carrot slices into lil matchsticks. Like really thin carrot matchstick things. u feel me.


Ingredients for Yakisoba Sauce-



  • To make the sauce, just take all those things and combine them in a small bowl. Taste it, if you want to add any more of any of the ingredients, fuckin go for it you ho, I don’t own you.
  • Boil some water, add salt into it and boil the noodles for a little over 1-2 minutes. If your noodles are dried packaged thingies, boil them for about 4 minutes or until they are al dente.
  • Take your vegetables and about half of your chopped chives, already sliced, and mix them together in a bowl, coating them in some sesame oil, black pepper, and salt. Heat up a large pan on a stove and drizzle a little sesame oil onto there once it’s insanely hot. 
  • Add the veggies onto the pan and cook them until they’re limpish. Once that’s happened, add the ramen and the sauce and, using two tongs, toss that shit like a salad.
  • Once it’s almost done, taste one of the noodles to see if it’s cooked to your liking. Add some salt or pepper if you want.
  • Then add the katsuoboshi. Toss more. Afterwards, add the rest of the chives and toss again. After it’s done, place it in a bowl and top it with some seaweed flakes, some more chopped chives, and some pickled red ginger.



Now you best be making this yakisoba and enjoying it with your moeblob bandmembers okay? okay. 

Later, nerds.

Also be sure to check out my logo contest. Some of the prizes include you receiving my home cooking so that’s always a fun thing to get.


Yokota Ryugi || 09/04/17

Farewell to Osaka😢


Zaiki-san bought us takoyaki😋✨

From this moment on I’ll call him Takoyaki-niisan.

Zaiki Takuma || 09/04/17

Don’t call me that. lol
Go ahead and immediately stuff those dried bonito flakes in your pocket.

Yokota Ryugi || 09/04/17

Please stop this.
This pocket of mine already filled with hopes and dreams

So I ask of you to not lump such hopes and dreams with dried bonito flakes.

Prompt 1: Welcome Home

This is from my personal prompt list. These will vary between one-shots and multi-chaps. I’ll post them on my fanfiction account, too, so check me out over there! (Link in bio)

Prompt 1: Welcome Home 


Post-”The Last”


Sakura’s hands trembled. Each expert chop shredded away the round cabbage she’d purchased earlier that day in the market when the sun was high and the streets were busy. Now, it is almost evening. It is time for families to gather, for meals to be prepared. It is time for friends to speak of joyous memories and mundane duties, with smiles on their faces and food in their stomachs. 

With an expert flick of her blade, the sliced vegetable gathered atop her knife. She separated it equally into three mounds, placing it neatly beside the Tonkatsu pork chops she had finished frying only minutes before.
The woman took a step back to eye her plates. Were they presentable? Did it taste well? Sakura had followed her mother’s recipe perfectly, but she had a knack for making even the freshest foods inedible. There’s nothing wrong with adding healthy ingredients…but many tended to be bitter and hard to swallow.
With a vicious inhale, the slender woman devoured the aroma of her hard work and went to fix the table.

She had very important guests coming.
As she sat the last of the chopsticks down, three simple knocks rapped on her front door. Wiping her sweaty hands on the front of her apron, she untied it and hung the worn thing on the handle of her kitchen oven. Sakura’s steps were slow and graceful, despite her uneven heartbeat.
Naruto stood before her with masculinity and aristocracy. Though his eyes would always show innocents, it was clear that he had mature. He was no longer the wild, sly fox of his youth—after all, he would be Hokage in a few years.  

Training was difficult and tedious for the Kyuubi. Sadly, because he was busy learning the trade, he and Sakura rarely saw each other much anymore. Still, the man made sure to keep at least one day out of the year open for her.
Sasuke had promised the same.
Naruto smiled—a charming little thing that showed off the whiteness of his teeth—and brushed by her petite form. “It smells great, Sakura-chan. Is the teme here yet?”

Sasuke had always been punctual. She assumed that if he had not made it to her home at seven on the dot, he wouldn’t be arriving at all.
The man had been traveling for months now—searching for a redemption he would not find in the loneliness of damp forests and unfamiliar towns. It worked out well for the village, because he was often put on secret reconnaissance missions, and he could protect his people from the outside.
Still, Sakura missed seeing him.

She respired, letting the heartache flow from her lips as if it were the very air inside of her.  "I don’t think he’ll make it…again.“  
It was the second year in a row.
Together the old friends sat, sipping frothy green tea and speaking of important assignments and hospital conundrums. As they conversed, Sakura realized how…utterly uneventful her entire year had been. When she was a girl, a new year meant a new start. Things like a different hairstyle or losing weight to suit her structure better had always been at the top of her lists of "change”. 

She did not have the time for such thoughts anymore. The business of her life had taken such a strong hold; a full year had come and gone uninterestingly, but busily. Though Konoha’s peace was always a blessing, the woman couldn’t help but feel…trapped.
It was almost like life was just an endless cycle of scraped knees, emergency surgeries, and non-threatening missions.
Naruto spoke of his expecting wife and how excited he was. His years have been a lot more interesting. Hinata was three months along now—and although she had just started to show, the entire village already knew of their pregnancy. 

A hero’s child was soon to be born. Everyone was excited to meet the heir. Sakura, especially. 

The blush-haired woman finished her meal and gathered her dishes dazedly as Naruto continued. He waved his arms wildly with excitement. “She eats all of the time now. I’m lucky that she craves ramen, at least!”

“What if your child develops that habit? Make sure she takes all of the proper prenatal vitamins and only eats ramen as a treat. It’s so high in sodium!”  
She couldn’t help chiding him. Naruto always had a way of reminding her of his prepubescent self, and of better days—innocent days—when she had something to pick on him about. She grinned as he brought her his empty dish, leaning against her as he rinsed and scrubbed.

“You’re getting better at making food, ya know.”

“I practice all of the time." 

"It’s a pity you’ll throw that one away. I'm…really sorry, Sakura.”
The sincerity behind Naruto’s words was not lost on Sakura. She discards the leftovers and leans against her counter, thinking of Sasuke and wherever he may be.

“It’s alright. The food is cold, but his heart is warm. Something must have come up for him to be absent.”

She had hoped to woo Sasuke with her improving skills as a housewife. For a moment, the night before, she could almost picture the subtle quirk of his eyebrow as he walked into her home. Perhaps he would say, “It smells nice in here. Did you cook all of this? I’m impressed!”  
She rolls her eyes.

As a Genin, Sasuke had expected her to train more and get stronger, so she could be a useful kunoichi and defend herself. As a Chunin, Sakura had become one of the strongest ninjas in the entire nation. Now, as a Jōnin—powerful and famous and an expert in medical expertise—she was worried about childhood fantasies all over again?

It all felt silly. She is caught in between, no longer a child and not yet a woman. The ripe age of 20 tended to do that to you.

Naruto left not long after. He was the anxious type, and when away from Hinata for too long he began to get antsy. Sakura enjoyed his company, though, and reminded him that he was always welcomed in her home.
When he left, he took his brightness with him. The emptiness of her one-bedroom flat only taunted her. But, life was as happy as it was sad, and loneliness was nothing to dread. It would be bedtime soon, but Sakura was not tired in the least. 

She sat on her couch and zoned out to the news and weather, frowning slightly at the imminent chance of rain.

As her television blared and its cool blue glow tinted the color of her living room, a small knock sounded on her door. The wind had been howling since midnight, sending waves of fallen leaves against her home. For a moment, she thought that something from outside had come loose and pecked against the wood of her door.

But then, it happened again.

Wrapping her shawl around slender shoulders, she toed on her slippers and grabbed her hidden kunai from underneath her coffee table. She was a kunoichi, after all.
Tentative steps led her to the front of her home, and with an excruciatingly slow turn, the knob unlocked and she peeked on into the darkness of the night.  

The tall man brushed passed her and shook the leaves from his floppy black hair, letting them fall on the ground of her foyer. She took his cloak in a bewildered panic, brushing the smooth cotton with her fingertips before hanging it on a coat rack. 

“W-w-welcome…” her voice faltered, and the phrase she’d worked so hard on tumbled gracelessly to her newly dirtied floor.

“I didn’t make it in time.”

Sasuke’s statement caused a red heat to feather her cheeks. She smiled as warmly as she could, shaking her head in a ‘don’t-worry-about-it’ gesture. “You must be hungry. Can I make you something to eat? You can use my bathroom if you need to.”

Sasuke was the type of man that could look impeccable even in the thickest of grime. Sakura could not remember a time when he smelled of perspiration or of body odor, even in the longest and most grueling of missions. His scent, however, was always different, almost like his body soaked up the environment around him. 

He smells humid and rainy like he’d encountered a heavy thunderstorm that left him completely dry. She inhaled him.

“Ah,” He says, under the impression that her unabashed sniffing had caught something rather unpleasant. He followed her to her small restroom and took the spare clothes she had. It was a simple black top and men’s bottoms, still soft and new from a recent purchase.

“I’ve been stocking up on spare clothing,” She explains. “I always get strange visitors in the middle of the night. You wouldn’t believe how many stone-cold ninjas are too afraid of Tsunade to go to the hospital!”

Sakura knows that, if he’d let her, she would babble for hours. But he wants to wash up, and her mouth would certainly send him back out to the wilds if she didn’t keep calm. 

She makes her way to the kitchen and starts to prepare a modest meal—rice balls with bonito flake filling. She is grateful for her mother’s advice in this moment—to always leave her rice out to soak overnight—and it gives her plenty of time to fix her hair and fold up the shawl left on her couch.
When everything looks presentable, the woman turns on her tea kettle and waits, thinking of all of the things Sasuke has missed out on, and all of the things she wanted to tell him.

For some reason, Sakura only has unimportant things pop into her head. Though she knows no one would be interested in the strange price increase on deer antlers and thisslebush flowers like she is, (because they are used frequently in the medical field), she can’t help wanting to express this to him.
Sakura wants to tell Sasuke that the red bridge they used to meet on has a loose plank—the third to the right. She wants him to know that the cabbage vendor has a new grandson, and that her landlord just turned 68, and that she broke her favorite glass vase a few months ago and still hasn’t found a replacement.

Sakura doesn’t want to talk about how long he will stay, or when he will be leaving again.

When he walked into the kitchen—barefoot and still toweling off his thick, ebony locks—she had just finished shaping the last onigiri. She is shy with her steps but genuine with her smile. So when Sakura places the food down on the table and pulls the chair out for him, Sasuke can’t help but eye her skeptically.
She’s not angry like his mother would have been for arriving so late.
She’s not needy like Naruto is when he hasn’t seen Sasuke for a while.
She’s not nagging like Kakashi does when Sasuke doesn’t give notice of a delayed arrival. 

No, she is simply Sakura—warm, inviting, and loving—like she always had been.

Sasuke looked at the meal in front of him. He cannot remember how long it has been since having food prepared just for his sake.
During his travels, if anyone asked where he was coming from, Sasuke said he belonged to the land—that he was just a roamer with no home to come back to. But he has found his home in Sakura, no matter where he lays his head at night.

Placing his towel over the armrest of the chair, Sasuke approached her. His words could never fully convey his gratitude, his thankfulness—not like his actions could. 

Gathering her face in his hands, he meets her gaze fully.
In this proximity, Sasuke can see the flecks of gold and silver in her shocked irises, and the feathering blush that blooms across the bridge of her nose, and the parted mouth pant that escaped just before her breath was captured against his lips.

And when he moves away, still in her gravitational pull, Sakura says the words she’s wanted to say to him the most—the words that wouldn’t come out before.
It is not about deer antlers, or thisslebush flowers, or the vase she cannot replace. 

It is about them.

“Welcome home, Sasuke-kun.”

And in the end, Sakura knew she was right. Because the food may grow cold as their kisses get deeper, but his heart will always be warm. In her hands, he could never grow cold again.


Kitsune Udon from Koufuku Graffiti. @onionchoppingninja you should cook this since you’re sick. Or you can come over but I don’t think you’d really want to in your condition. It’s pretty quick to make since all the ingredients are pretty much already cooked. 

Kitsune Udon:

  • 2 inariage (fried tofu pouches. I bought the pre-marinated ones)
  • 1 packet udon
  • 2 cups water
  • 2 dashi packets (they contain bonito flakes, kelp, dried mushrooms etc to help you make the broth)
  • 1 tablespoon shoyu
  • 1 tablespoon mirin
  • 1 teaspoon sugar
  • Dash of salt
  • Piece of ginger (~ size of one’s thumb)
  • 1 stalk of scallions


  1. Chop the scallions. Squeeze the oil and marinade out of the inariage. Cut them diagonally across to make triangles.
  2. Bring the water, ginger and dashi packets to a boil, then allow them to simmer for 3~4 minutes. Remove the packets (don’t leave them for longer than that as the bonito flakes will start to turn bitter).
  3. Add the shoyu, mirin, sugar, salt and stir to dissolve.
  4. Add in the udon and allow it to cook for 3~4 minutes until it’s heated up. 
  5. Ladle the udon and broth into a bowl and top with scallions and inariage.
  6. Slurp down the udon with the broth, and hope someone else in the family will take care of the dishes if you’re sick!

I was first introduced to Naruto in middle school (as most of us were) by my best friend Riki, and many-a-days were spent by the neighborhood pool reading manga rather than swimming. While I fell out of the Naruto hype pretty quickly and I can safely say that these years thoroughly screwed my allowance over (I blame Full Metal Alchemist), I also regret nothing.

Recipe is under the cut.

 -MJ & K

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Rajigaze Dec 30

Ruki (reading mail): “I was talking to a client at work the other day, and it seems that people make ozoni differently depending on the region they’re from. (*ozoni is this kinda soup you eat on New Years and it has mochi in it) I’ve only ever eaten ozoni cooked in my home, so I didn’t know. Ruki-san, Aoi-san, what kind of ozoni do you eat at home? My ozoni is very simple with mochi, nori, bonito flakes etc.”

Aoi: I see.

Ruki: Is there a particular way people make it in your hometown?

Aoi: There is!

Ruki: What is it?

Aoi: Where I’m from…we usually use red miso….yes…

Ruki: Oh really?

Aoi: Yes, but the rice cakes are white.

Ruki: Oh I see!

Aoi: Yes. And there’s mochi and cabbage.

Ruki: …Cabbage!?

Aoi: Yeah, that’s it. It’s really simple. I guess we were poor?

(both laugh)

Ruki: I mean I can’t be like “true” …ah I see…

Aoi: Yes yes yes…is yours more fancy?

Ruki: No no, at my house it was a clear base…and grilled mochi, and…what was it…shungiku? Those bitter leaves

Aoi: Yeah yeah yeah

Ruki: Yeah, and…like carrots n shit

Aoi: Ahhhh, kind of like from a restaurant?

Ruki: Ye

Aoi: Ahhhhh

Ruki: But I never eat zoni.

Aoi: Really?? Why?

Ruki: You know, when you get osechi (*various special dishes for New Year) it hardly ever comes with rice.

Aoi: Yeah, it doesn’t!

Ruki: Right?

Aoi: Yeh

Ruki: But a lot of the stuff in osechi goes well with rice! (giggles)

Aoi: Oh really! (laughs)

Ruki: So when I was young, I…I wanted rice…

Aoi: Mmhuhuhuhu

Ruki: I wanted carbs, but….there was only zoni to fulfill that. And I was pissed
so I purposely didn’t eat it.

Aoi: Oh, I see.

Ruki: Yeah….and I don’t even eat it now.

Aoi: Really?

Ruki: But the white miso one looks good

Aoi: It is good!

Ruki: I mean, the one with the clear soup hardly tastes like anything!

Aoi: Oh really?

Ruki: Yeah! Like you might as well just put hot water

(both huhuhuhu)

Ruki: That’s how bland it is

(Aoi sound like a horse that is trying not to laugh too loud)

Ruki: But yeah there must be all kinds of zoni in different places

Aoi: Yeah I think there is!

Ruki: So first it’s…mochi? Boiled mochi?

Aoi: Yeah, our ozoni was boiled! Not grilled.

Ruki: Oh–eh!?! …Just boiled?

Aoi: Yes.

Ruki: So it’s like gooey?

Aoi: Yes yes. Gooey.

Ruki: Oh man that sounds way better…..

(Aoi laughin)

Ruki: Hu….h-hh-u…….

Making Ochazuke

To Beverly, Ema and all of y’all patient and supportive human beings,

thank you.

First things first: during my radio silence…I got engaged!

I think it’s safe to say that nobody was as surprised (in a good way) at this development as I was, and between this thing and that, we now have a little more than 5 months until D-day.

Scared? Excited? Nervous? Try going through a roller-coaster of all three simultaneously and it’ll almost come close. Seriously, I don’t know how you girls who’ve been through this did it. I feel like I need someone to constantly hold my hand and tether me to the ground or I’ll just float in a charged cloud of nervous excitement.

On top of that, I seem to have grown an emphatic bone seemingly out of thin air, so bad that I sometimes can’t watch Say Yes to the Dress without tearing up a little when a bride (finally) finds her dress. Really, it’s all sorts of a nuisance, except for the fact that it’s also maybe more than a little kind of nice.

Anyway. I digress.

Because whoever said that nothing is like a wedding to motivate you to getting healthy and in shape (does such a saying really exist?), must not be familiar with the saying easier said than done, because all I ever want to do is stuff my face with the greasiest, saltiest food ever known to mankind. The temptation is great, but you must be greater and push through. And, you know, make this.

This is comfort food that’s light and all kinds of pleasant. It’s a simple Japanese dish made by pouring hot green tea, oolong, dashi or even hot water over cooked leftover rice. You can eat is as is, or top it with a variety of toppings, making it as light or as indulgent as you like. Common toppings include salted or preserved food like tsukemono (Japanese pickles), umeboshi (pickled plums), nori (seaweed), furikake, sesame seeds, tarako and mentaiko (salted and marinated roe), salted salmon and wasabi.

Some of these ingredients are quite hard to get outside of Japan so feel free to change the ingredients and create your own ochazuke recipe. I’m putting kimchi on mine - that counts as something pickled, right? With charred green onions, fried ginger-garlic crisps and delivery-packet bonito flakes from that one time we had takoyaki takeout. Onsen-tamago (hot spring eggs !) too, just because wedding dieting sucks lemons and I like to indulge myself.

Also, if you look closely, the editing is a bit of a hodge-podge situation at this point. Part of it is because I’m out of practice, but also because I’ve just downloaded a new post-editing program and I’m having way too much fun trying it out. Possibly maybe will tell you guys about it and maybe do a little tutorial. We’ll see!


[ 4 teaspoon Japanese green tea leaves, but any unflavored and not too strong green tea will do + 2 cups hot water + 1 teaspoon soy sauce + 1 ½ cup warm cooked rice + ½ cup kimchi; storebought or make your own, chopped + 2 green onions, charred in a hot pan with a little oil + bonito flakes + garlic-ginger crisps (recipe below)]

Garlic-ginger crisps:

[ ½ cup peanut oil + 2 tablespoons minced garlic + 2 tablespoons minced ginger + salt ]

In a large skillet, heat ¼ cup oil over medium heat. Add garlic and ginger and cook, stirring occasionally, until crisp and brown. With a slotted spoon, transfer to paper towels and salt lightly.

Put tea leaves in the pot. Bring the water to the appropriate temperature for your tea and pour into the pot. Set aside for 1-2 minute (follow the directions on your tea bag).

Divide the rice into 2 bowls, top with your choice of toppings.

Pour hot green tea over rice. Add a little soy sauce if you want. Serve immediately.


Tenka Touitsu Love Ballad short profiles

Well, I reblogged the longer profiles from riichany before, but that wasn’t everyone.


Oda Nobunaga
Height: 176 cm
Weight: 65 kg
Favourite food: Confeito

Akechi Mitsuhide
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 63 kg
Favourite food: Okaka omusubi (onigiri filled with bonito flakes moistened with soy sauce)

Sanada Yukimura
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 70 kg
Favourite food: Doughnuts

Kirigakure Saizo
Height: 177 cm
Weight: 68 kg
Favourite food : Dango

Date Masamune
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 68 kg
Favourite food: Zunda mochi (mochi with ground edamame)

Katakura Kojurou
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 71 kg
Favourite food: Oshiruko 

Toyotomi Hideyoshi
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 68 kg
Favourite food: Bekkou ame 

Maeda Toshiie
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Favourite food: Ohagi 

Tokugawa Ieyasu
Height: 176 cm
Weight: 63 kg
Favourite food: Strawberry daifuku 

Ishida Mitsunari
Height: 173 cm
Weight: 64 kg
Favourite Food: Manju

Uesugi Kenshin
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 68 kg
Favourite food: Sweet sake 

Takeda Shingen
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 76 kg
Favourite food: Kinako mochi (mochi with sweet soy bean powder)

Fun fact: 

Nobu, Kenshin, and Shingen’s favourite foods are legit true. Nobu likes the confeito that the Europeans brought if only because it was foreign thingies. Kenshin was a freaking drunk. Shingen supposedly carries around kinako mochi even in battles just because he wants to nom on them every now and then.

Not sure if zunda mochi already existed in Sengoku times, but today it’s a specialty of Sendai, where Masamune comes from. 

Onigiri is kind of close enough to chimaki, I guess, which was supposedly Akechi’s favourite food in real life.

Everything else are possibly nonsense, LOLOLOLOL…

So… anyone up to cooking some sweets for your pixel men? XD


Note: Having shipped sasusaku for the last 10 years, this is the first time I’ve ever felt compelled to write a fic, so posting this is a bit of a big step for me! That being said, I hope you enjoy it :)
Summary: Sasuke and Sakura must learn to meet each other half way as their lives are about to drastically change.
Words: 2,582

The crisp night air brushed against Sasuke’s face as he made his way back to the one place he had missed terribly over the last three weeks: home. Not that he’d openly admit it, of course. While he was relieved by the fact that he would soon be able to see his wife, he was also apprehensive. Grimacing slightly as he edged closer to Konoha, he knew Sakura wouldn’t be pleased if she could see him now.

He hadn’t intended to overuse his remaining mangekyou sharingan and he was now paying the price with a throbbing headache and slightly blurred vision. His brows were furrowed more than usual as he strained his eyes travelling in the dark, guided by what little moonlight was visible. It was a common topic that always led to heated arguments between him and Sakura. He knew these arguments only arose out of her concern for him, which he was honestly grateful for. Nevertheless, there would always be a part of him that wished she would have more faith in his decision making abilities – who else knew his own strengths and weaknesses in combat better than himself?

Having been married for close to a year now, Sasuke was still learning the fine art of making compromises. For the most part, his relationship with Sakura was quite good as they learnt to accommodate the other’s wants and needs. But in spite of the pleasing progress they had made, and were making still, this one topic would halt everything in its tracks.

Letting out a deep sigh, Sasuke continued his long journey home.


Shutting the door as quietly as possible behind him, Sasuke carefully removed his sandals in the entrance to the apartment and placed his equipment on top of the chest of drawers nearby. Before he had even begun to move towards the bathroom, he was surprised to see the lights in the hallway flicker on and heard the sound of light footsteps on the floorboards.

Turning around, Sasuke was met by his wife’s warm yet tired smile as she hurried over to embrace him.

“Welcome home” she murmured sleepily, holding him tightly and snuggling her face deeper into his chest.

“I’m home,” he replied wearily with a warm smile tugging on his lips, “Did I wake you?”

“You didn’t - I was already having a little trouble sleeping and then I sensed your chakra” Sakura replied looking up at her husband with her bright green eyes.

“Are you okay? Did something happen while I was gone?” Sasuke asked, raising his voice slightly and looking Sakura quickly over in alarm. He knew she was strong enough to take care of herself but the thought that he was unable to protect her in some way did not sit well with him.

“I’m fine,” Sakura giggled as she tried to reassure her now restless husband – she loved seeing him fret over little things like this, “Go take a bath and I’ll get you something to eat – you must be starving. Go on now, scoot!”

Unable to pry further and obtain the answers he sought, Sasuke began making his way to the bathroom while his wife continued to push him affectionately as she headed towards the kitchen. He paused momentarily and couldn’t help but smirk as he watched her small frame scurry down the hallway in her pyjamas. It was truly a relief to be home.


Running a towel through his damp raven hair, Sasuke took his seat at the dining table, an inconspicuous smile tugging at his lips again at the familiar sights and scents around him. Sakura moved about quickly as she set the simple meal before him: rice balls filled with dried bonito flakes and soy sauce, one of his favourites. After giving his thanks, he took a bite into one of the rice balls and savoured the salty-sweetness of the soy soaked fish flakes.

“How did things go with the mission?” Sakura inquired, taking her seat in front of Sasuke.

“Fine. There were some minor complications but nothing I couldn’t handle” He answered plainly, moving on to the second rice ball. Sasuke knew it was wrong to lie to her, especially after everything he had put her through in the past. But in this instance, he was technically being truthful. There had been some complications when he was returning from retrieving some intel for Kakashi. Everything was running smoothly until he came across the very group of rogue ninja from whom he had obtained said information. It was no secret that in spite of Sasuke’s efforts to redeem himself, he still had many enemies who questioned the sixth Hokage’s decision to pardon a traitor and former criminal. One thing led to another and here he was now, trying to avoid acknowledging the fact that he was also technically lying by omission. 

“What happ- oh, the tea’s ready” Sakura stopped mid-sentence, moving to remove the kettle from the stove.

The sound of tea being poured filled the small kitchen and Sasuke’s brief reverie was broken by Sakura’s voice.

“Here you go” she offered cheerily, handing Sasuke the warm tea cup.

“Thank yo-”

Sasuke was unable to finish his sentence when the same throbbing pain he’d experienced only hours earlier returned, catching him unawares and causing him to grip the right side of his face instinctively. It took about a minute for his vision to refocus and he cursed under his breath. There would be no going back now. The tea cup crashed to the floor, the shards scattering and pale green liquid within spreading out beneath the dining table.


“Don’t move – I’ll clean it up” Sasuke ordered gently, grabbing paper towels to contain the mess.

He didn’t have to look up at his wife to confirm the expression that was plastered on her face. Shock, confusion, fear. All of these emotions were tied to him and he could hear each one etched into her wavering voice.

 “You did it again…didn’t you?”

It wasn’t an accusation, merely a confirmation of one of Sakura’s worst fears. Sasuke heard her take a step back as she leaned against the kitchen bench. He continued to clean the mess he made in silence.

“Tell me the truth, Sasuke-kun” Sakura demanded more firmly, her distress still palpable underneath.

He did not reply.

“Answer me!” She cried, bringing her fist down onto the counter which caused a slight tremor through the apartment.


“We’ve discussed this before, Sasuke-kun! You can’t just –“

“There’s no point in repeating the same arguments, you’re only wasting your breath” he replied curtly, disposing of the remaining fragments of the tea cup.

“I am not wasting my breath! Sasuke-kun, I know that you are a proud Uchiha and that the sharingan is as much a part of how you fight as it is a part of who you are. But you can’t keep pushing yourself like this just because you can” Sakura pleaded, biting her bottom lip in a bid to prevent the tears from falling.

Sighing deeply, Sasuke moved to lean against the pantry door and watched his wife begin pacing back and forth in their small dining area. She was still biting her lip and continued to clench and unclench her left fist, a habit of hers whenever she was stressed and worried.

“You’ve already lost your sight once before and you couldn’t even use your sharingan for a period of time after the war. I can’t let you keep doing this to yourself!” She declared adamantly.

“You may be a medic-nin, Sakura, but I know exactly what I’m doing. Other than Kakashi, no one else knows the strengths and weaknesses of the sharingan and rinnegan better than I do” Sasuke stated bluntly, arms folded across his chest and his gaze focussed on an invisible point on the floor.

“That doesn’t mean you should be complacent about all of this!” She cried again in desperation – he wasn’t hearing her, “How I feel about you wouldn’t change if you were to lose your sight but you would change. You…”

“What makes you think I’m being complacent?” Sasuke growled as he tightened his grip on his left arm, nails beginning to dig into flesh. His calm demeanour was beginning to fall away, including his tolerance for his wife’s concerns.

Sakura paused and looked up at her husband with hardened eyes and brows tightly furrowed.

“Every decision I make in combat is carefully considered – how can you of all people assume that I haven’t been doing just that? Or are you going to keep holding my past against me?” He spat bitterly. He saw Sakura flinch at this last point. Sasuke knew he was hitting below the belt but he wasn’t the only one feeling cornered and hurt.

“That is not what I am trying to do and you know it,” Sakura hissed back just as angrily, her voice now wavering even more so as the tears began to stream freely down her cheeks, “You know as well as I how passionate you can become in battle when it comes down to it. If you were to lose what defines you, what enables you to protect everything you hold dear; your self-loathing will kill you. I am not going to just sit idly by and let that happen!”

“I can say the same for you – you’re no Saint yourself. You’ve made decisions that I didn’t agree with and yet, what would you have me do? Ask Kakashi to let you join every mission I have so that you can baby sit me? Don’t be ridiculous…” He snapped, each word dripping with cynicism.

Frowning as she looked to the ground, Sakura softened her tone, “All I am I asking for is that you take your own life into more consideration. I know how deeply you care for the people closest to you. Yet in battle, you focus too often on how others may harm you and or those you hold dear rather than looking at how you are hurting yourself.”

Gritting his teeth, he averted his eyes – refusing to allow Sakura to see the small flicker that recognised the undeniable truth in what she had said. In spite of this fact, it pained him even more to see her doubt him, even just for a moment. Hadn’t he already proved that he could change, that he was still changing for the better?

“Enough…” He murmured wearily, regaining what little composure he had left.

“Please, Sasuke-kun…” Sakura pleaded once more.

“I said enough. There is nothing new in what you’ve said…We’re…done here” Sasuke whispered quietly, turning to leave the kitchen without looking back at his wife.

These arguments always ended in the same manner – he would walk away and retreat to an isolated part of the apartment while she cried. A lot of things had changed for the better but this always brought them right back to the beginning, walls and all.

Edging closer to the doorway, the tension in the air and silence was destroyed by a single utterance.

“You’re going to be a father!”

Sasuke froze where he stood – had he heard correctly? Eyes wide, he slowly turned to look at Sakura. Her eyes were tightly shut and the tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. The knuckles of her left hand were white from gripping the bottom of her pyjama top, her right hand resting on her abdomen.

“What did you just…?” Sasuke muttered, completely at a loss for words.

“I said you’re going to be a father, dammit!” Sakura shouted again.

Sasuke was dumbfounded. He knew what he had heard yet at the same time, none of it seemed entirely real. They both stood there in silence for some time as Sasuke began to piece together the earlier events of the night – everything was falling into place.

“When…did you find out?” He began cautiously, his gaze softening.

“Shortly before you left,” Sakura murmured as she wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve, “It will be twelve weeks by the end of this week. It won’t be long now before we can find out if we’re having a girl or a boy…I was planning on telling you when you came back.”

Unsure of what to do, Sasuke remained where he stood staring ruefully at his wife.

“I…I know I’ve upset you too, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura began, “I know that I’ve pushed myself beyond my limits more than once, made you worried…” She twisted the hem of her pyjama top in her hands – it wasn’t easy for either her or Sasuke to admit that they were in the wrong. They both had a stubborn streak and valued their pride, a fact that was renowned amongst those closest to them. Recognising what she was trying to do, Sasuke began to make his way towards her.

“Our lives aren’t just ours anymore,” Sakura continued resolutely, her gaze still on the floor “We can’t make the same decisions as we would now; we can’t afford to be reckless anymore…”

One step, two steps…

“We have a new duty now, one that involves sacrifices, compromises…”

Three steps, four…

“It isn’t going to be easy for either of us but we both need to make changes to keep this child safe, to make them happy…”

Five, six…

“So, what I’m trying to say is, I…”


“…I know” Sasuke whispered gently as he held Sakura close to him, her head now resting against his shoulder.

He felt her body stiffen in shock at the sudden physical contact – a minute passing before she began to relax, her arms now entwined around his waist. Feeling fresh tears dampening his shirt; Sasuke’s arms tightened around Sakura. Expressing himself with words still proved a challenge and so he hoped that this embrace, here and now, would convey everything that needed to be said. His understanding, acceptance, regret, happiness - but most importantly, his promise to be there for Sakura and their child.

“I’m sorry…”

“…Me too” She murmured.

“Thank you…”


Sasuke’s obsidian and lilac eyes lingered on all of Sakura’s tired features as she held their newborn daughter, Sarada, in her arms. Her love and devotion for their daughter was palpable in the air, almost pulsating. Sasuke moved to sit beside Sakura on the bed, draping his right arm across her shoulders and basking in the warmth that was radiating from his wife.

“Look at her; I can’t believe she’s really here right in front of us” Sakura cooed, gently brushing Sarada’s cheek.

“Aa” Sasuke replied, looking softly at this miracle before him.

“She looks just like you. She’ll definitely be a beauty when she gets older – all the more thanks to her own beautiful and intelligent mother, haha” Sakura laughed heartily, resting her head against her husband’s shoulder.

Gingerly, Sasuke reached his own hand out to his daughter – her hand was tiny, her fingers so fragile. Resting his index finger inside Sarada’s palm, a sincere smile spread across Sasuke’s face as his daughter’s little fingers curled around his. Even if he were more articulate, he knew with certainty that no words could truly capture the explosion of warmth, happiness and love he felt in his core.

In that moment, Sasuke and Sakura’s unspoken promise from months past was fully realised. They would treasure every minute with their new family – happy or sad. And should the sky fall or her heart shatter, they would be always be there for their daughter.