he’s defeated orochimaru and that other guy, now get ready for the lone wolf of the shinobi world to step up to the role of POTUS and face off against his biggest enemy yet - social and economic inequality!
Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)
See more extensive character/AU details below the cut!:
I don't understand how you get 200 notes on a text post that doesn't even make sense. Why is this blog so popular I don't get it? Who looks at this shit and why?
Sasuke Uchiha (うちはサスケ, Uchiha Sasuke) is one of the last surviving members of Konohagakure’s Uchiha clan. After his older brother, Itachi, slaughtered their clan, Sasuke made it his mission in life to avenge them by killing Itachi. He is added to Team 7 upon becoming a ninja and, through competition with his rival and best friend, Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke starts developing his skills. Dissatisfied with his progress, he defects from Konoha so that he can acquire the strength needed to have his revenge. His years of seeking vengeance become increasingly demanding, irrational and isolates him from others, leading him to become an international criminal. After proving instrumental in ending the Fourth Shinobi World War and being happily redeemed by Naruto, Sasuke decides to return to Konoha and dedicates his life to help protect the village and its inhabitants.
Plz ignore the ask where I’m flailing about this impossible thing, because I cracked it down! I want to believe I did crack it down. I did a little of research about the Ninja World Wars because Kishi’s logic is utter garbage and Math simply doesn’t add up with some of the years in which he sets the Wars apart.
I took Jiraiya as my main reference point because he fought 3 wars and survived 2 ½ and interacts WITH THE MAYOR PART OF THE KEY CHARACTER INSIDE THIS STORY. All of this starts, ends and FOCUSES with Jiraiya, I keep adding Key Characters to prove some logic with the research that I did and the Math that I did.
This the order: EVENT (AGE) Character - (AGE) Succeeding Character
Fourth War Starts (“Peace” Duration and Shitty Canon Planning: 17 years) 54 Jiraiya (DIES) -30 Kakashi- 16 Naruto Chuunin Exams 50 Jiraiya - 26 Kakashi - 12 Naruto Nine Tails Attack 38 Jiraiya - 24 Minato (DIES) - 14 Kakashi - Naruto Borns Third War Is Over (Time Duration: 5 years) 37 Jiraiya - 23 Minato - 13 Kakashi Third War Starts (Peace Duration: 6 years) 32 Jiraiya - 18 Minato - 8 Kakashi (Sakumo dies) Peace Time in Between 30 Jiraiya - 16 Minato - 6 Kakashi (<- Graduates the Academy) Second War Ends (Time Duration: 8 years) 26 Jiraiya - 12 Minato - 2 Kakashi Gets Genin Team / Fight with Hanzo 24 Jiraiya - 12 Nawaki (DIES) - 10 Minato - Kakashi Borns Second War Starts (Peace Duration: 10 years) 18 Jiraiya - 6 Nawaki - 4 Minato Conflict on Piece Time 14 Jiraiya - 2 Nawaki - Minato Borns Peace Time (AKA Shenanigans Galore, Wild Little Sannin Wreck Havoc) 12 Jiraiya - Nawaki is Born First War Ends (Time Duration: 10 years) 8 Jiraiya Academy Graduation (Hiruzen Becomes Hokage) 6 Jiraiya Second Year of the First War Jiraiya is Born
In the Wikia it says that the first war lasted 10 years and the peace time was that of 20, but that is really impossible since we see Tunade interact with Hashirama (I speculate that she’s like 3-4 on the flashbacks we’re given) We have a total of 20 years marking the Period of the first War, 10 years of conflict + 10 of peace. The second one is a bit unclear of its Canon duration and it says that the build up to the Third one is 10 years.
But like the stubborn person that I am I’m gonna say Fuck Canon and Kishi’s lack of Math and Logic.
The numbers I came up with (after comparing the ages) for the Real Durations of the War and Peace times make a little sense to me. If we take that in the 2nd one Tsunade made a fucking Improvement on Squads by entering Medic-Nin, it gave Konoha the upper hand. Peace duration also makes sense because let’s be real, given that we have Danzo as our favorite Conflict Catalyst, the other Countries were really paranoid, all that was needed was a really bad excuse or something gone really wrong.
Which brings us to the beginning of the 3rd one, Sakumo is our Scapegoat and all shit brakes loose, Minato builds up a reputation, [Cannabi is a small Catalyst for the 4th one] and the 3rd one ends because The Yellow Flash is scary AF. So this one was the quickest.
4th one, we all know how it goes.
I would like to add that Minato graduates at age 10 from the Academy and he and the Ame Orphans have a 5 years of age difference, so I find it kinda Illogic that just when Jiraiya gets his Genin team he abandons it like nothing. So I headcanon that Minato takes only 1 year to pass the Chuunin exam because he’s one of the prodigies inside his generation, then Hanzo’s fight happens and Jiraiya stays with the Orphans (wich are 6) and Minato starts rotations with the Chuunin Corps at age 11.
Now that I finished, with these small calculations that I did, I can see clearly the ages of the other characters that were born on those periods, and I really hope this helps someone to have some age / event reference or smth. Thanks for reading!
what i expected: team 7 reuniting for good. naruto becomes hokage and fixes the shinobi system with sasuke & sakura by his side and does everything he can to make sure no one has to go through what they went through. sasuke clears itachi’s name and mends his broken bonds with naruto, sakura & taka while helping them fix the shinobi world. sakura becomes known as the strongest kunoichi & is regarded as a legend for being able to fight alongside the two strongest ninjas in the manga and helping them save the world without being born into a prestigious clan or having any special traits. team 7 becomes the new sannin. the slavery of the hyuga clan is abolished. everyone is happy.
“I remember how I hated them. Because they hated me. And I couldn’t understand why. I wondered why I even existed. That’s when I found out I had this demon inside me. It wasn’t my fault, but everyone acted as if it was. That just made it worse. But then… a few people came along who paid attention to me. That made it better. It was alright then, even though I had this monster inside me. Even though everyone else acted like I didn’t exist. Because I wasn’t alone anymore. For the first time in a long time, I was happy again. Really, really happy. They made me remember how good life could be. They made me glad to be alive. But when I think back to where I was before I met them, it’s scary. Nothing but pain and darkness. What would I be like if I stayed there? All alone. That’s how come I can understand him.”
— N a r u t o U z u m a k i
Note: I don’t think we give enough credit to Naruto—or at least, not at this point in time. This was Naruto reflecting on his life after meeting Gaara, after seeing how similar their situations were yet how drastic their outcome.
Naruto may not have a high cognitive intelligence, but his emotional intelligence goes above and beyond the norm. Emotional intelligence refers to a person’s ability to perceive, control, evaluate, and express emotions. Research has found that individuals with strong leadership potential also tend to be more emotionally intelligent—which just supports even further why this unpredictable hyperactive ninja became Hokage.
I know at this time we found it really amusing that he always stated, “I’m gonna be Hokage someday!” and assumed that obviously the show was going to end with that because of the efforts he put to get there, but I think it’s really important to note how Naruto was such a great candidate for that position because of this inherent quality.
I read somewhere how when encountering a person who is extremely unstable mentally or otherwise, the first and foremost thing you should do is listen to what they have to say—to try and understand them. Why? Because most of the time, such people just need someone to just accept their emotions and their words as holding importance—to accept the fact that their emotions are real and worthy of attention.
We have made Naruto’s ‘talk-no-jutsu” somewhat of a joke and just something more funny than serving a purpose—and yes, sometimes it does appear as if it is overdone—but just think about it for a second. This is the ninja world where these shinobi are constantly killing and such a life is traumatic at times. Think of all the people Naruto has met that have gone through so many traumatic experiences and are just not mentally stable and the very first thing he always does is listen. To try and relate. To understand them. To say, “Hey, I hear what you’re saying, and I understand your emotions are real.”
This quality of his—THIS right here is why he TRULY became Hokage. Why he was so qualified for the position. He never believed any feeling or thought was below him and he always listened to each person he encountered. He brought people together this way. And when you’re sitting at such a high position as Hokage (or whatever position of leadership), it is SO important to be both perceptive and receptive of e v e r y person out there—no matter what their status/rank/race/age/personality/ideology/etc.
And on top of that all, Naruto was very self-aware. Do you see how he reflected on being the kyuubi container? He’s this thirteen-year-old kid who realized that the hate people had was targeted toward the kyuubi container, not him. But because they were one in the same thing, the hate was also targeted towards him. And because he was able to grasp this concept, he was able to use this to push forward to turn that hate around by reaching out to one person at a time until he was reaching out to the whole of the shinobi world.
It’s honestly so beautiful. We could all learn so much from his character. And try to apply some of his methods to our daily lives. Imagine how much positive change that would bring into this world.
title: mama says rating: K pairings/characters: papasuke, sarada summary: you’re nothing like your mother; everything like your mother author’s note: sasuke has recently returned to konoha (permanently) and has begun to train with boruto. sarada is around 14 here and a chuunin. ps: feedback is always much appreciated:)
Sasuke Uchiha sits perched in a tree, high above the west side training grounds of Konoha, reserved for newly minted chuunin. He watches his daughter and her team train as Konohamaru Sarutobi shouts about them staying in formation. He asses the children and reasons that the team is well balanced; each child holds their own strengths and their weaknesses are counteracted by the abilities of their teammates.
Naruto’s dobe—son—tellingly, is the most gifted when it comes to chakra. He’s proficient in his taijutsu skills, unlike Naruto, thanks to Hiashi Hyuga who’d rather be damned than have his grandson be clueless as to even the most basic secrets of the gentle fist. In his time training with Sasuke, he’s been able to perfect his rasengan; it varies slightly in chakra nature from his father’s and the Fourth Hokage’s, but it’s powerful nonetheless, and he wields it with confidence as if he created the jutsu himself. Sasuke had to hand it to him, despite his cluelessness, recklessness and stupidity, Boruto was confident and brave—definitely his father’s son.
Mitsuki’s skill is slimy, gruesome and leaves even Sasuke with the slightest pang discomfort. How or when Oorchimaru taught his spawn the body distortion techniques he used so frequently (and frighteningly, Sasuke recalls), was beyond him. The blue haired boy was as precise as he was mysterious, and despite the vivid, raw memories of his old mentor flooding back to him with every move Mitsuki made, Sasuke couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. He was clearly talented, but he couldn’t imagine how cautious others must have been of him—scary talent wasn’t always as cracked up as it seemed in the shinobi world.
Then there was Sarada, who, he’d never admit to, but, watched over a bit more carefully than the others. He watched as she trained with the diligence, poise and perfection expected of an Uchiha and wielded the same chakra control and fiery spirit of her mother. Fireballs flew from her lips with as much ease as the ground shattered below her fists. She threw shuriken with scary accuracy and spun her sharingan in a way that left Sasuke with no doubt that she had Itachi’s eyes. She weaved through training dummies with a chidori that chirped more violently than his own while her long, dark hair flew behind her.
And Sasuke smiled. He was full to the brim with a kind of pride he never thought he’d feel again—the kind when you’re so proud of your family that it leaves a visible smile that stains your heart forever. He hasn’t felt this way since Itachi was in his life, but he knows what he’s feeling now is even more abundant than the love and pride he felt as a genin baby brother, because Sarada is his daughter, his flesh and blood, and in the simplest of words, she’s incredible.
Have you ever thought about writing something where Rock Lee time travels? His lack of chakra or however you choose makes him the safest option or something. And he claims to be Gai's brother or something. I don't know. I just figured you would get a kick out of it.
“Excuse me,” Tenten says with chilling sweetness. “You want
It says something about how many times Tenten has kicked his
ass in sparing, Shikamaru thinks in amusement, that Naruto twitches back out of
range of Konoha’s Weapons Mistress with just as much speed as he uses in
getting out of Sakura’s range.
“It’s the best solution,” Naruto says, and if it’s a little
weak that can probably be excused given how Tenten’s eyes are flashing
dangerously. “It won’t work if the traveler’s chakra shifts at all during the
trip, and Lee’s the only one we can be certain will manage that. I’d send Gai,
“So,” Tenten interrupts, and Shikamaru takes a discrete step
out of range. When Tenten abandons politeness, especially to the Hokage, it
usually ends with someone being turned into a pincushion. “You’re going to send
Lee back in time to lie repeatedly to everyone he knows in the hope that he can stop Madara from coming back
to life for a second time.”
“…Yes?” Naruto asks tentatively, and Shikamaru closes his
eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
Tenten goes for a scroll, and Shikamaru ducks for cover
behind the desk as Naruto starts screaming.
By the time he surfaces several minutes later, the office is
peppered with kunai, shuriken, and various other well-maintained weaponry, and Tenten
looks satisfied as she looms over her cowering Hokage, rerolling one of her
“Not alone, you’re not,” she says decisively. “I’m the only
one in Konoha good enough to completely seal my chakra away. You’re going to
send me, too.”
“That’s dangerous,” Shikamaru feels the need to point out,
and when Tenten turns to him and raises a pointed brow he lifts his hands in
surrender. “We have no idea how long the trip will be, and too much time with your
chakra sealed will kill you.”
“I know.” Tenten meets his eyes squarely. “But I’m not
letting Lee face that alone. He’s one of the best shinobi in the world, but he’s
also my teammate.”
“How troublesome,” Shikamaru mutters, watching the world
turn to sunsets and crashing waves as Lee throws himself at his genin teammate.
Tenten manages to set her feet enough to keep from being bowled over, and even
though she rolls her eyes as she pats him on the back, she looks distinctly fond.
“Your youthful spirit of friendship has moved me to tears!” Lee
sobs into her cheongsam. “The spirit of our teamwork is too mighty to ever
taste defeat, Tenten! Together we will save the world!”
“Yes, yes,” Tenten sighs, though she’s smiling. Over Lee’s shoulders,
she meets Naruto’s gaze. “Naruto, if anything can contain Madara for the rest
of eternity, it’s the Treasured Tools of the Sage, and I’m the only one in the
world who can use them. Besides,” her voice is wry, “Lee can’t lie to save his
life. I can.”
Naruto picks himself up from the weapon-littered floor,
wincing a little as Kurama’s chakra takes care of most of the wounds. “All
right,” he says finally. “Lee, you’re sure you want to do this?”
“Yosh!” Lee salutes him enthusiastically, offering Tenten a
beaming smile. “I will tell Gai-sensei I am his long-lost brother!”
If there’s anyone who will believe it, it’s Gai, Shikamaru thinks
wryly. He glances at Tenten, raising a brow, and she crosses her arms over her
chest, scowling at him. “Uzumaki Tenten, at your service,” she says primly, and
casts a glance at Naruto. “If you don’t object?”
Naruto’s grin is practically blinding. “I’ll adopt you into
the family and make it official!” he agrees, bouncing on his toes. “You’re definitely
good enough at sealing to be an Uzumaki anyway, believe it!”
Lee flashes into a victory pose. “Team Gai will save the
world, have no fear!” he cries.
“What he said,” Tenten agrees cheerfully, and reaches out to
grab the kunai that Naruto just pulled out of his shoulder. “Hey, don’t just drop
my favorite kunai on the ground! That’s rude!”
Naruto splutters. “Rude? You’re the one that threw it at me!”
Well. Shikamaru looks them over, Lee with his flailing enthusiasm
and Tenten locked in her argument with the Hokage over her beloved weapons, and
snorts quietly to himself.
title: the council rating: T summary: sarada uchiha is not one to be played. author’s note: nothing can convince me that sarada isn’t the perfect balance of strong and sarcastic. she is the sasusaku lovechild. disclaimer: i don’t own naruto, or any of it’s characters. all rights reserved to tv tokyo, shonen jump and kishimoto. ps: am i supposed to capitalize the word sharingan? and the names of justus? the world may never know.
It’s true enough that she had her mother’s spirit—her slight akin for kindness and softness under her stone cold, black exterior. She had Sakura’s aptness and almost desperate need to want to heal and protect her loved ones, but she had always been her father’s daughter through and through.
From her hair to her eyes; from the way she hated anything over the top to the way she couldn’t stomach anything remotely sweet; from the way she was born a prodigy to the way everyone seemed to think she took up after Itachi.
Like her uncle, Sarada was a genius and the combination of her sharp eyes and mind let her see the shinobi world for what it truly was and it left her torn; a formidable ninja with the heart of a pacifist. She didn’t mind taking the medical route, but her Uchiha pride and blood didn’t allow to be anything less than the best ninja around town, nothing less than the best for those she loved.
The love from an Uchiha is a love like no other; it’s deeper, louder, more intense, and not to be handed out lightly. There were few people Sarada could say she truly loved in the world—she didn’t dare extend it beyond her teammates and family. But the love she had for those select few ran deep to her very core and she vowed to herself to do nothing less than protect them until the day she died. She wouldn’t stand for anyone attempting to harm her loved ones, nor did she stand for any slander against them.
So when an elder of the Konoha council seethed about the dangers of the Uchiha and the threat they posed to village, Sarada didn’t blink twice at controlling her temper (she was Sakura and Sasuke’s child after all—she had a tempered unmatched by the most jealous and vengeful of gods).
“What did you just say?” Tone dangerously low, eyes all but barely open as she squinted in the direction of voice that had dared to insult her clan, her family.
Most would agree that a sixteen year old had no business attending a meeting for the clan heads and other important officials and notable shinobi of a major powerhouse in the allied nations. Except if that sixteen year old year girl was a clan head herself, the Captain of the Police Force and the strongest kunoichi of the newest generation of Konoha ninja.
Sarada sat at the lefthand most corner of the round table, to her right, Naruto sat loud and proud at the head of the table, Hanabi Hyuga to her left. Heads of other important Konoha clans sat in succession, followed by military leaders, ANBU captains, research division heads, Granny Tsunade, and the village elders.
The meeting had been called to discuss village security, given the staggering amounts of missing and dead ninja reports on top of requests for ninja escorts and guards from surrounding towns. Hanabi suggested stationing more Hyuga around the borders, to potentially foresee and prevent future attacks or suspicious activity. As head of investigation and interrogation, Ino suggested that Naruto send recon squads to spy and gather further information. Tsunade claimed they ought to focus on the barely living ninja that had been brought back to the hospital in shreds. Naruto listened intently, alarmed at the situation, but content that the group in front of him had such wonderful ideas. Until one of the elders opened their mouths.
“If you want Konoha to be safe, Hokage-sama, I say that you need to start with protecting people from the inside,” Lady Choi grunted. The gray haired woman was nearing 97 years old, but had the sass of a surly nineteen year old. In all there were five elders on the board, Lady Choi and her brother Meno by far the most conservative of the bunch.
“How do you suggest we do that, Lady Choi?” Naruto asked. Old people were never exactly his thing, but dealing with Lady Choi was like dealing with an angry Tsunade—not something he preferred to do.
“If you want this village to be safe, you ought to purge it of internal dangers. Start by getting rid of those murdering ministers in the Uchiha complex. That family has brought nothing but pain and torture to this village for years.”
Eyes at the round table went wide. While Lady Choi was conservative and snarky in conversation, she remained an elder, and few chose to openly reply to her with the same amount of sarcasm and sass that she dished out. Except for Sarada Uchiha.
“Excuse me?” She snarled. “What did you just say?”
Onyx eyes stay fixated on the old woman across the room. Exactly who did this raisin think she was?
“You heard me, child. Those damned Uchiha are the reason for half of the attacks on this village. Hokaga-sama, just how many times have we had rogue ninja sneak past border security looking for that cursed sharingan? They’re murders, a danger to the people of Konoha, and a threat to our security.”
“Murderers? And what do you call our Assassination ANBU unit? I suppose they’re a bunch of holy purgers, correct?” Sarada’s voice dripped sarcasm, her knuckles becoming whiter the harder she gripped on to the table.
“They’re given orders,” Choi retorted, “Those Uchiha kill at their own free will. Itachi Uchiha nearly killed his entire clan, what makes you—”
“Shutup.” Sarada’s voice ripped through the room at a dangerously low octave. All eyes on her, she stood up from her chair, hands firmly on the table, it took all of her strength not to activate mangekyou and end the old woman across from her.
“Who do you think you’re talking to, child? Show some respect.
If there was one thing Sarada hated in the world more than anything, it was being called a child. She had worked far too hard to be diminished to such a status. Her pride wouldn’t let her.
“This child is the head of the Uchiha clan.” she seethed. “You shut your mouth about my uncle, lady. He is not a murderer—”
“Where is your respect? I am a village elder, you ought to be arrested for talking to me like this.”
“Arrested? You’d think you’d know something for being an elder—you can’t arrest the Captain of the Police Force, grandma.”
Choi’s eyes went wide. “This is the new Police Captain, Hokage-sama?” she accused Naruto, bewildered that the youngest Uchiha held such a powerful title. “No matter, insolent child. You ought to have respect for—”
“Respect is earned, not handed out like blankets in the winter,” dangerously dark eyes bore through the old woman, “You seem to be the only one not knowing who you’re dealing with here. Tch, you’d think for being as old as you are, you’d know basic social rankings around here.”
Sarada pushed back her chair and crossed her arms. “Village elders sit on a board, thrice removed from the right hand of the Hokage. On par with Clan Heads, first behind the Chief of the Medical Corp, second to the ANBU Black Ops, and third to and furthest removed from the Chief of Police,” she spat, “You’re a nothing but a political figurehead—you advise the Hokage and provide him with a primary source of historical events, but by no means do you have nearly as much power as anyone else at this table. In fact, any nominations or proposals you make and be checked and vetoed by Tsunade-sama, ANBU and me.”
The room fell even more quiet than before. Some were shocked, others like Hanabi and Tsunade sat comfortably with a small grin on their face. To Sarada’s right, Naruto sat with his hands folded, chin resting in his palms with a signature grin settled on his face; the three of them had the same thought—just like Sakura.
“Say what you want about power,” Choi retorted. “That’s all you Uchiha are after anyway. I’ve seen too many rogue Uchiha in my lifetime and mark my words you’ll end up just like that monster Itachi, killing off his entire clan and—”
“Because you told him to,” Sarada roared. “If you’re going to talk about my uncle then tell the truth. You and your band of elders are the very people who ordered Itachi Uchiha to kill his family. You told a fifteen year old boy that the only way to save the village was by murdering his family and I’ll be damned if you think I’m going to sit here and let you spread lies about him. He is not a monster and the Uchiha are not murderers. Mind you we built this village—I will not sit here and let you spread lies about my family.”
Then Sarada did the unimaginable; leaned forward, grabbed Choi by her collar and brought her to her level.
“You mark my words: the Uchiha are not your pawns. If you think you can control and manipulate me and then conflate my story to fit your twisted beliefs, then you’re dead wrong. I am my uncle’s niece, my father’s daughter, but I am not the summation of their actions. I will tell their stories but don’t you dare try and tell mine. If you even so much as dare to tell the smallest lie about my family ever again, I’ll show you exactly what happened, so you won’t forget it,” sharingan swirling, Sarada let the old woman go, standing upright again.
“Am I understood?” the blood red of her sharingan piercing through Choi’s mind. Sarada hadn’t dared to activate a jutsu, but the proximity and sight of the legendary doujutsu had been enough to shut Choi’s mouth.
In the tradition of the Uchiha, Sarada leaned forward again, daring and unsatisfied, “I said, am I understood?”
Lady Choi inhaled sharply, looking at the ninja in front of her and around the room. When it was clear to her that not even the other elders were going to defend her, she hesitantly met the red eyes in front of her and nodded gravely, “Yes, Captain.”
With a satisfied smirk, Sarada brushed off her flak jacket and took her seat again, turning to Naruto as if to say she was ready for the meeting to resume.
The blonde Hokage gave his goddaughter a reassuring smile, and looked to Tsunade who had the same look on her face—Sarada Uchiha was most definitely her father’s daughter.
Walk of Shame: “We’ve been flirting like crazy for two years, had sexual tension for four years, been comrades for six years, and known each other for ten years, we’re finally about to do it and this is what you say to me?” (Sakura must be 22.)
To Give Is To Receive: Sukea: “It’s been over ten years since I showed my face out here, so…” Sakura must be at least 23. (I actually mentally assumed her to be around 26 or 27 in this story, and for her and Kakashi to have gotten married when she was around 21.)
And of course, the Shinobi world isn’t Japan. In Japan, this kind of thing is not legal:
Ah, remember when Anko told a bunch of thirteen year olds the rules permitted killing each other with no penalty? Remember how Gaara did kill some other teenagers with no penalty? Good times.
Moreover, in the manga, Shikamaru is shown smoking at age sixteen, which is definitely under the legal age in Japan, and nobody gives a shit, including when he’s smoking right in front of the Hokage.
Basically, absent any information in canon about what the age of consent is and how strictly it’s enforced (because a law that isn’t actually enforced might as well not exist), I honestly don’t have any problem with fic that depicts Sakura having a sexual relationship with Kakashi aged 16-17, even though I don’t write it myself. I mean, I enjoy Sense and Sensibility, in which 35-year-old Colonel Brandon falls in love with 16-year-old Marianne Dashwood. I have different standards for historical and fantasy works than for modern real life.
If it squicks you, that’s valid! You don’t have to read it! :D
Title: like broken glass Summary: UA where the final battle between Sasuke and Naruto ends
with the latter dead, Sasuke wrestling with the knowledge of his victory, and
Sakura’s hope finally crumbling at last. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Rating: M (for semi-graphic violence) A/N: I had the idea, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to write it because
it’s so intensely, intensely angsty. And tragic. LIKE INTENSELY TRAGIC (as in multiple character death). And it’s just not the type of thing that I
typically have any desire to write anymore. Anyway, this was intended for
ssmonth but I never did get the motivation or desire to really write it out
until now. Enjoy?
She felt like she couldn’t breathe when she finally reached
the Valley of the End’s shattered grounds. They’d made such a mess of things,
having long destroyed the two statues of their ancestors and the great rock
walls—but it was the sheer quietness of the scene that unsettled her the most.
There had been hope in her heart when the sounds had
subsided on her way to find them, faith that Naruto had finally won Sasuke over
to the light again. But when she stood there at the edge of their battle site,
feeling cold dread twisting in her stomach, Sakura couldn’t help herself from
Something was wrong.
Her wide, green eyes scanned the ruined field, searching for
any sign of life. Uneasiness settled in more firmly when she found nothing.
Hands clenching, she willed herself to keep calm as she resorted to sensing
A faint pulse ahead had her heart skipping a beat. Sakura
didn’t waste a moment before sprinting off, the heavy weight of anxiety lifting
from her shoulders as she leapt from piece to piece of statue wreckage. It
wasn’t until Sasuke appeared in her line of vision that her stomach dropped
once more, suddenly realizing that she couldn’t feel the source of another
this jaunt was inspired by @multicream‘s lovely comic. seriously, check her art out, it’s fantastic!
I need to write more poly pairings, it’s a lot of fun!
swung the door to her new apartment open, exhaustion hanging over her. The
hospital was overrun following the war and Sakura was coming off of a double
shift that left her drained. Still, it was a good sort of drained, an
accomplished sort of drained.
was an internationally acclaimed medic, a war hero, and a member of the
up-and-coming new trio of Sannin.
she was quite talented in her own right, yet dread lingered over her like a
Maybe something about Sakura telling Sasuke she is pregnant? I always wonder how she said that and what Sasuke reaction was. 😂
It had been three months.
Three long, grueling, agonizing, emotional months.
At first, Sakura thought it wasn’t so bad. He would leave, continue his travels around the world, ensuring Konoha’s safety, ensuring her safety, but it was when Sasuke vanished for multiple months that Sakura struggled to swallow that large pill known as life.
It started with morning sickness. Although she wouldn’t get it in the morning, rather towards the end of her day when she was winding down at the hospital, or enjoying a soothing cup of tea while she bathed her legs in the glowing sunlight.
“This is crazy,” she would mutter, mainly to herself as she finished wiping the bile from her lips and bring her arms back from hugging the porcelain of the toilet.
It was when Tsunade pointed it out, how lively her chakra felt, how heavenly Sakura looked lately, that glowing feature accenting her gorgeous structure. It was when Tsunade said those two words, mostly asking a question, yet her voice sounding excited as well.
“You’re pregnant,” Sakura murmured to herself, repeating the words that Tsunade said weeks ago, as she sat in the chair at the table.The short ticks of the clock made each moment seem longer than the second before, drawing out her day and leaving Sakura to over thinking.
She tried the word out once more, dragging it out, analyzing it with a soft smile until the tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes.
It was an over abundance of emotions: happiness, bliss, sadness, joy, anxiety. Everything her body could muster up.
The one question she continued to ask herself was how? How would she tell Sasuke? Inform him of their child. Their first born, the clan’s first Uchiha born in twenty-two years.
She swallowed the pain down her throat, leaving an aching feeling in her stomach and cursing herself for putting that burden on her child. Sakura began to think, acknowledge the fact that she would go to Naruto and request - make - him bring Sasuke home.
It was urgent, and if it was from Naruto, he would come running.
And that’s what he did.
Standing tall, his cape looming over broad shoulders and ink hair wind blown and messed up in a laborious manner. He stood at the gate of their house, welcoming dark eyes, and a small smile plastered on his face.
Sakura stood at their door, leaning against the doorway, casually, a long sleeved shirt that was far too baggy strewn over her petite frame.
She welcomed him with a quick hug, inhaling the scent of adventure that clung to him, all while he soaked up her presence, her physical touch and adoring eyes.
“Sakura,” he recalled lightly, and she loved the way her name sounded when he rolled it off his tongue.
She hadn’t spoken yet, only smiled and bit back the tears that threatened to fall. She had thought of this moment from the beginning, and now that he was here and in person, it was time.
Sakura took his hand gently, spreading his fingers while her own digits trembled lightly. It took her only a second to place his long, strong fingers gently across her abdomen. His facial expression didn’t change, his smile still pressed against thin lips, all while dark hair moved loosely in the breeze.
Time around the Uchiha couple stopped, realization sinking into his features. His softened eyes looked more painful and sad than Sakura had even seen them, the smile vanishing and cocked eyebrows taking place on his face.
It was in his eyes that she could read him, understand exactly what he was saying and it made her chest warm, while the butterflies scattered throughout her body.
Sakura felt her stomach begin to churn - or was it the baby? - but she didn’t move his hand, neither did he. Sasuke only swallowed heavily, his brows still raised.
It was then that Sakura could see the white in his eye begin to fade, turning a light pink and liquid rimming his gorgeous, dark, mysterious eye. Her own heart thundered throughout her body, deafening out the chirping birds and rattling leaves around them.
She then felt his hand slide horizontally, snake around her waist and pull her close, his head nestling into her hair while she disappeared under his cape and into his chest, their embrace stronger than any bond in the shinobi world.
“Welcome home, Sasuke,” she quietly sobbed, her tears soaking into the vest that clung to his body.
He didn’t respond and Sakura didn’t expect him too. His large body trembled in her arms, shaking with a happiness greater than she possessed, full of feeling and joy, bliss, that she felt her entire world unfreeze, life returning to her lungs.
Sasuke was home.
And soon, their first born Uchiha would be home, too.