SHADOW: Sonic and I have stated this before. We DO NOT love each other romantically. We are STRICTLY FRIENDS/RIVALS. Other versions of us in other universes may be in love, I don’t know why or how, but we aren’t.
SONIC: There’s nothing wrong with other versions of us feeling that way, but we don’t. We are truly just friends.
SHADOW: You might think there’s nothing wrong with it, but I certainly do.
DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING? How much do you know Sarada?
POSSIBLY REMEMBER? emphasis on remember.
CONFIDENT SAKURA? coughs why would she lie?
SASUKE USUALLY KEEPS IN TOUCH?
IT SURPRISED YOU SHIZUNE?
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HIDING NARUTO? Do you know what happened when they tried to kidnap her as a baby..Did they even try and kidnap her as a baby? where was she born? Why was she born there?
YEAH UHMM LET HER? What makes you think that she would know?
WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY SO SUPRISED?What does almosteven mean Naruto? And Why do you only say that you don’t remember Sarada?
SHE DID NOT JUST ACTIVATE HER SHARINGAN SO WTF?The guestbook said something about something making her trigger the sharingan when she was little– and you don’t know that Naruto? You know about people trying to Kidnap Sarada but you are telling me that you don’t know that she has the Sharingan? Does she even know it herself? If not…How come? I mean afterall she did awake it before…She should fucking know…Did she lose her memory?
DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT YOU JUST AWAKENED IT?Do you even remember how you activated it before?
HOW COME YOU SUDDENLY WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU WEAR GLASSES? YOU WERE THERE! And you are old enough to know whats going on around you! Did you forget? And if Kraken for some reason did give you the glasses…shouldn't you remember Kraken’s face? And yet..you didn’t…?
WHY DO THEY SPY ON THEM ALOT? What does the-creepy-eyed-guy mean by: next phase?Why would they want Sarada for revenge if she weren’t important to Sasuke?(in other words; “if they hadn’t ever interacted”? Doesnt make sense…and they do spy on them alot soo)
Could it be that Sarada’s memories were taken from her?
IF SHE DIDN’T SUFFER FROM MEMORY LOSS THEN I DON’T KNOW WHAT TF IS GOING ON ANYMORE! ?? Could it be that Sasuke wasn’t absent for exactly 12 years? But why didn't he recognize her? The only thing i got is that it was a reflex; but i dunno anymore…
A/N: Hey everyone! This is unexpected, isn’t it? Especially the subject material lol! I’ve been thinking about this particular one shot for a long time though, and I finally started it a few days ago. It’s going to be pretty lengthy, so I’m hoping the motivation sticks with me so I can finish it. Regardless, I’m seeing a ton of SSS/previews on my dash right now, so I figured I’d give you all a little glance at what I’m working on!
Also, does the universe seem familiar? 👀
There’s no bathroom anymore, but a trailer. I’m not on the bathroom floor, but instead curled up on a couch.
There is however, one thing that links the two different scenarios together, one thing that unifies them completely.
Talking about the stomach bug I definitely don’t have.
And just like last time, my entire body reacts accordingly. My eyes widen as tears are quick to re-pool. My limbs tremble as a shiver runs down the length of my spine. My heart seems to skip a few beats before leaping up into my throat, twitching and thundering all the while.
A component is missing from the previous time though; there’s no panic. Utter shock and wonder, perhaps, but no panic. And as I slowly lift my gaze off the floor, breaking the flashback and my thoughts, I can see the reason why.
I’m not alone, in the bathroom nor life in general. I’m with Josh. I’m with my husband.
Slowly I meet his stare in silence, wide blue searching hazel. Though there are hints of confusion wrinkling his forehead, and bits of concern wrinkling his brow, I can see we’re in sync as usual.
He’s come to the same realization as well.
I flounder to say something, my trembling lips opening and closing, but only shaky breaths escape. As usual, Josh is the one to step up, softly framing my face with a hand and opening his mouth to speak.
But right before he can say anything, a knife cuts through the tension. A wiggly, energetic, adorable one.
A small body is quick to follow the high pitched voice, Caden hobbling up to the doorway. The second she catches sight of me, her face breaks out in a toothy toddler grin, and her motives change.
“Mommy!” she shrieks as she runs towards me, oblivious to anything that was going on before, something that’s now being pushed to the back of my head for the time being.