not even trying to hide the tiny feet

Realm of Eternity: A ToG Fanfiction, Part 1

(A/N: So I’ve been saying over and over and over that I will NOT do a continuation fic of EoS. But the more excuses I came up with, the more I realized they weren’t GOOD excuses. So … here we go. I cannot promise daily updates like with ACOWAS. And for all I know this could implode and be an utter failure. But it could be fun to try. So hold on tight, friends. It’s going to be a wild ride. Empire of Storms spoilers ahead.)

(Read: Part I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X )

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Prompt: The war is over, but Sakura is bitter because in the end, she was saved by Sasuke even when she didn’t really need it. Sasuke questions why she’s silent around him after the war.

This may or may not be the result of my frustrations due to today’s game. But enjoy (:

definitely unedited.

She was starting to fidget now he noticed—a lot—knees to her chest, breaking another stick she found into tiny pieces that were quickly accumulating at her feet. Sasuke wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was watching her anymore. It was just so, so weird. Sakura was acting like he wasn’t even there, and though there might have been a time when he would have appreciated, even yearned for, this kind of quiet, all Sasuke wanted to know now was why.

Sakura hadn’t said a word to him since their watch started, since the whole mission started. He blinked. In fact, when he really thought about it, Sasuke couldn’t remember the last time Sakura said anything to him.

And it bothered him.

“You’ve been really quiet,” he said, wondering if she’d even reply. It wasn’t like he was asking her a question. It was just a statement, plain and simple.  

However, there was a slight lull in the rhythm of her fidgets when he spoke. She was surprised, but not enough to take her eyes away from the ground. “It’s late, Sasuke-kun,” she said, the sound of snapping twigs louder than her own voice, fidgets back to tempo. “We’re on watch duty. I don’t think we’re supposed to talk.”

“No, I mean since we’ve come back,” he corrected himself, “from the war. You’ve been really quiet.”


“So why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you being so quiet?”

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