I’ve been in this fandom for two and a half years now and only now do
I finish my android Adventure and Fact core designs. Adventure is
basically diet-Indiana Jones and Fact is… a know-it-all nerd, I guess.
The motivation to finish these totally didn’t come from something I’m posting on Monday, nope that’s just silly…
Anyway, Procrastination is one helluva drug.
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50 sasusaku! Yayy for hopefully reading something by you again!
50 - going through a divorce au
“You’re making a mistake.”
His pen paused on the ink-printed page. Lips mulling slightly, Sasuke exhaled a slow breath before looking up to his father’s figure, finding him standing calmly by the frame of his office door. He looked at him steadily.
“Maybe in your eyes, father,” he finally replied, returning his attention to the finalizing papers at hand.
“This will change things for the company, Sasuke. If you end this marriage with the Hyuuga girl, you’re not just going to risk its future, you’re going to be throwing all your responsibilities away.”
His fingers tightened around the pen, mouth thinning. Taking care not to let too much anger seep into his tone, Sasuke shot back, “The responsibilities you put onto me as a child. I never wanted any of this. The only reason I went along with all this was so that one day you would see me for who I am and you would stop projecting the hopes you had for Itachi onto me.”
His father’s brows furrowed at that, but he kept his silence. Sasuke fought the urge to grit his teeth.
“I am not Itachi, father. I will never be able to do the things he wanted to do—the things you spent so much time training him for. I can’t—I can’t become the son that you lost.”
He swallowed tightly afterwards, eyes trained so diligently on his father’s ever-collected figure. He never liked to bring up Itachi’s death to him, not when he still remembered with acutely painful detail how his father had sobbed in the privacy of his study the night the news came to them. To this day, Sasuke had still never told him what he’d seen.
Then, his father’s hand curled, and his heart quickened. With vigilant eyes, Sasuke watched the man advance, glancing composedly around the office. His grip tightened again when his father’s gaze landed deliberately on a picture of a pretty pink-haired doctor sitting on his desk.
“Is this because of her?” he asked, tone smooth and bland—and tinged with something he didn’t like.
“Sakura is part of it, but she isn’t the one you need to blame. I’m the one who came to this decision. Sakura only helped me see the truth in what I truly wanted from my life. And she isn’t the only one.”
“Uzumaki—who the Hyuugas blame for seducing your wife.”
Ex-wife, whom I never loved, Sasuke corrects in his mind, but neglects to say. “Yes.”
“And that professor you’re so often seen with. Hatake, I believe.”
His father fixed him for a while, before leting out a long breath, so languid and quiet. It almost made him sound resigned, Sasuke realized, brows furrowing warily.
Then: “If that is truly what you want, Sasuke, then I will not stop you.”
Sasuke’s jaw slackened, shock rippling through him with enough force to leave him speechless, breathless. Mind spinning, he looked at his father with dazed, slightly widened eyes, noting the compliant acceptance in his features, faint traces of paternal fondness in his eyes and… an apology.
(for what he’d done, for never realizing the wishes of his remaining son’s heart. for trying to make him into someone he never could be.)
Sasuke’s throat grew tight. He took a moment to steady his thoughts.
Then, in one swift move, he straightened his figure and bowed to his father, lingering with great regard. “Thank you, father.”
He only stood up again when the sound of the door shutting echoed through his office, signaling his father’s exit. A faint smile growing to his lips, Sasuke took his seat once more, and finalized his divorce with one swift stroke of his pen.
Finally free, he thought, gaze settling fondly on the smiling picture of the only woman who ever had his heart. Feeling it rush with warmth, he reached for his phone and tapped swiftly on the screen until he found the right number, pressing on it.
He only had to wait two rings before she finally picked up.
“Hey,” he said. “It’s done. Can I see you tonight?”
Sakura giggled in reply. “Of course, Sasuke-kun. Pick me up at eight?”
Sasuke’s lips twitched wider. “It’s a date.”
“It’s a date!” He could practically hear her smile. “I’ll see you later, Sasuke-kun.”