you had the face of a saint in the cathedral | a Rogan fanmix
01. I lost you in a moment, you caught me in a dream, but if we can see the end, then we can start a new beginning / 02. suddenly I think I feel slightly religious / 03. that magic that we got, nobody can touch / 04. I could love you so I don’t know why I’m holding back now when everything’s right / 05. I will pray so the castle that we’ve built won’t cave / 06. I am in love with what we are, not what we should be / 07. honey can’t you see, I was born to be, be your dead sea / 08. I’m like a movie, you’re like the news, I’m still the one that’s in love with you / 09. all that you are is all that I’ll ever need / 10. now I’ve gotta love your love letters, written on my skin / 11. my girl, linen and curls, lips parting like a flag all unfurled, she’s grand, the bend of her hand / 12. nobody does it better, though sometimes I wish someone could, nobody does it quite the way you do, why’d you have to be so good? / 13. if I had eyes in the back of my head, I would have told you that you looked good as I walked away / 14. all those words came undone and now I’m not the only one, facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns / 15. so I guess I’m gonna let you go, but you get to keep a little bit of my soul
She wakes to the sound of hushed whispers and the rustling of clothes. Eyes blinking blearily, Sakura takes in the sight of a tall, cloak-adorned form gazing down into the cradle positioned all but a few feet away from her bed, murmuring too-soft words. Stifling a yawn, she smiles and makes to acknowledge her husband’s presence, only to stiffen as she spots the latter sleeping soundly in a chair to her right.
A cold dread creeps into her gut, panic gripping her momentarily, and in two quick moves, she’s pushed herself off the bed and armed herself with her husband’s chokuto, voice hard as she growls to the stranger, “Step away from that cradle right now.”
The man doesn’t move, seemingly unperturbed. “She’s beautiful,” he murmurs instead, peering down at the newborn child. “Dark hair and dark eyes, just like her father… but still the spitting image of her mother.”
“I’ll say it one more time,” Sakura warns, her tone quickly growing dangerous, “step away from my daughter right now, you–”
The man turns, then, smiling, and her breath catches in her throat, chokuto slipping out of her slackened grip.
“You–you’re supposed to be–”
The smile to his lips only grows, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. “Oh, I am,” he says softly.
Warning: Arguably, an OOC Sasuke (though not by much) and maybe even OOC Sakura. I didn’t really concentrate on the characterization, I just kinda wanted to get the idea out.
Disclaimer:I don’t own Naruto.
Sasuke is a strange man, she concluded to herself, after watching the man blatantly rejecting the nth woman that approached him tonight. He never even considers any of them. Never checks them out—he’s just seriously not interested. Pressing her cheek on her hand, Sakura swirled the ice cubes in her drink with the help of her straw, humming thoughtfully. Recently twenty, and I’ve never seen him so much as glance at a girl.
When Sasuke turned to look at her, she tore her gaze away rapidly and straightened herself up, clearing her throat as she pretended to contemplate the time through the clock on the wall.
“He’s not coming, you know,” she heard Sasuke mutter. “Says he’s busy with legal papers.”
Blinking confusedly, it took her a few seconds to realize he was talking about Naruto. “Oh,” she said. She nodded a little, as if she’d finally found the answer to the questions bothering her. “Ah, um… yeah, of course. Thanks.”
“Hn.” He passed her the bottle of sake before turning to the barman and ordering another. “You’ve been quiet,” he finally said after another moment of silence.
When she didn’t respond, he sighed and tipped his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sakura,” he called, tone expectant.
And maybe it was because of the alcohol running rampant in her system, or maybe it was something else, but Sakura couldn’t seem to stop herself from blurting out the question to which she had spent far too many nights lately pondering about, lately.
Now you’re my whole life, Now you’re my whole world, I just can’t believe, The way I feel about you girl, Like a river meets the sea, Stronger than its ever been, We’ve come so far since that day, And I thought I loved you then
Looking back, it’s easy to see when a mistake has been made, to regret a choice that seemed like a decent idea at the time, but if we used our best judgment and listened to our hearts, we are more likely to see that we chose wisely and avoided the deepest most pain regret of them all - the regret from letting something amazing pass you by.
He looked over to the opening of the tent, mouth parting at the sight of Sakura, eyebrows furrowed in concern, even as streaks of blood adorned her clothes and the skin of her arms. Sasuke mulled over the words in his silence, his eyes softening with guilt as she bit her lip and fiddled with the ends of her shirt, turning to leave.
“Tired,” he finally answered. He watched her stiffen, and felt a strange sort of sense of accomplishment as she glanced at him over her shoulder with a look of hesitance.
Slowly, she turned around again and started towards his cot, sparing a momentary glance to the blond-haired boy sleeping fitfully at the other side of the tent, before taking a seat in the chair next to Sasuke’s bed. She took the cloth and bowl of water on the small desk, and started cleaning her bloody hands, murmuring, “War makes everyone tired, Sasuke-kun.”
His lips thinned, heart sinking with mild disappointment. That wasn’t what he meant.
At his dampened mood, Sakura paused in her task, the stress in her jaw easing. She sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to insult you. I know you’ve been going through a lot, Sasuke-kun… more than any of us have been. More than anyone I’ve ever known.”
A long breath escaped him, then, and Sasuke couldn’t explain the sudden exhaustion washing over him. Somehow, Sakura’s understanding words made everything seem so real, the pain and weariness he had felt all these years hitting him like a tsunami.
When his gaze met Sakura’s, he found a strange brokenness in its depth. His mouth barely parted before she glanced down again and finished cleaning off the blood. When she was done, she put the bowl and cloth aside, and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, weary eyes meeting his.
They stared at each other in silence, for a while.
“Why are you here, Sakura?” Sasuke murmured to her, finally.
“Shouldn’t you be healing the injured?”
His hands formed tight fists at his sides. “I have nothing to offer.”
There is a shift in her features, like she is hurt or confused. “Tsunade and the other medics have it covered for now,” she answered quietly, hands laying neatly in her lap. Her lips pressed together tight. Then, after a moment, her eyes softened. “I’m not expecting anything out of you, Sasuke-kun,” she said, smiling gently. “Can’t I just visit the one I love?”
He swallowed tight and wrenched his head to the side, unable to look at her. When he moved to shift from his uncomfortable position on the cot, he accidentally pressed on
the stump of his arm. Pain rippled through him in agonizing whips and he gasped, hands grasping at the sheets tightly as he curled around himself and grimaced.
The was a sound of metal hitting ground, before Sakura was instantly at his side, gentle hands flowing chakra to his wound, lessening the sharp, throbbing ache that shook his entire body in awful quakes.
“Better?” she asked after a while, when he stopped trembling.
He released his hold on the sheets slowly, and met her gaze, feeling wary and undeserving of such kindness. Softly, he whispered, “…Yeah.”
There was another silence, and Sasuke could feel the hesitance with Sakura. He watched as her hands moved, flinched, and then after a moment resumed and helped her sit on the side of his cot.
He was surprised when she cupped his cheek, looking at him worriedly. “Please don’t hide things from me, Sasuke-kun,” she said. “I want to help you. I don’t ever want you to be in pain. Not if I can do something about it.” A strange sort of hurt flashed in the green of her eyes. “You’ve been through enough pain already… I can’t bear to watch you hide more of it.”
He said nothing in response, rendered speechless by her love. Sakura smiled a little, and pushed herself off the bed, preparing to leave. But before she could walk away, Sasuke caught her wrist and said, “Sakura.”
She turned to look at him, pausing. “…Yes?”
He swallowed, and took back his hand to touch just under his pecs. “My ribs…”
She watched him curiously for a few short moments, before realization hit her and made her eyes widen. Happy, she smiled and made her way back to him, murmuring, “Let me look at them.”
I have not felt this way in years. This isn’t my regular crying. I’ve been crying all day.This morning it hit me that I’ve been covering up that i miss you I’ve been pretending that i don’t have any feelings for you. I’ve been lying to myself and it’s killing me. I know eventually i’m going to have to get over this but right now my heart feels like it’s tightening and I can barley breath. I can’t stop thinking about the last day I saw you. I didn’t want to let you go. When you said “goodbye sam” it killed me and it’s haunting me in my sleep now. I don’t know why i always hurt the ones i love. I hurt my parents. I hurt myself. I hurt you. I didn’t see you often but once I saw you i knew why I was with you. You would randomly bring me flowers and I loved that so much. Why the fuck didn’t i text you after that day i don’t fucking know. I totally understood you when you wouldn’t text me back for days it’s cause you didn’t have anything to say but i know you still thought about me but I fucked up for not putting in the effort. I felt so beautiful and independent when i was with you. You always put me in my place when I would cry about stupid shit, or be sad about something. You’re the reason why i got my first job because you motivated me to. I put my pride aside today to text you that message and I’m not surprised you didn’t reply and left me on read. Do you guys know what it is to feel like you lost a soulmate? I’ve known you for 4 years and we dated my freshman year realized we didn’t work and then a couple years later it was great. The beginning of our renewed relationship was so beautiful. We fell for each other so hard, well I did. I keep thinking about all our new memories and how you treated me as a queen, and I just want to forget about it but I can’t. I’m holding onto this little piece of thread that maybe in the future we’ll end up together because you once told you saw that with me; but I know this time I fucked up I should’ve waited. You were like coming out for fresh air, it was like i was drowning and you saved me. You really did save me. Although we’ve had our conflicts I know most of the time you were right I was just stubborn. I want to thank you for making into this person I never thought I’d be. I never thought I’d be able to do customer service because of my shyness but you made me brave. I never thought I’d stop depending on people for my happiness but I did. You made me incredibly happy though; all our intimate moments, laying in your bed i cherish all those moments. The laughters, the smiles, the cries. You’re such a beautiful human being and like i’ve said before I know you’ll go far in life. I’m so proud of everything you do, I really am. You may be an asswhole but I know you so well. I fell in love with every detail of your face, your fucking smile that i cant stop thinking about. Your adorable freckles that you would always make this face when i would point them out. I completely fell in love with everything about you your hands, your arms just everything dude. I won’t ever forget our firsts. I’m so sorry for trying to get back at you i just resented you for just leaving me like that. I just want you to be happy and I know that can’t be with me; I get it. But if i could say one thing it would be: “your choice it’s simple, pick me, chose me, love me. and that i believe we could be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart.” I know I can live without you but I really wish I didn’t have to. Trust me i know we’re young.
I JUST CANT STOP STARING AT THE FROWN ON SASUKE’S FACE WHEN HE REALIZES THAT SHE’S IN TROUBLE AND HIS JAW IS SO TIGHT THAT IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S GRITTING HIS TEETH
AND HE WAS ALL POSITIONED TO SPEED UP AND SAVE SAKURA, ARMS UP AND BODY BRACED AGAINST THE GROUND BUT THEN NEXT PAGE WHEN SAKURA IS ALL SAVED AND HE REALIZES KAKASHI DID IT HIS SHOULDERS ARE SLOUCHED AND HE’S LITERALLY WHINING/COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW KAKASHI IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE HIS SHARINGAN AND BE ABLE TO DO THAT
LIKE IM SORRY BUT HE’S COMPLETELY BUTTHURT HE GOT COCKBLOCKED AND THAT’S CANON