a little white lie.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: 427. exiled child & 08. liar & 034. ambiguity
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: It's a bit hard to understand, all the hints I tried to put in are a bit vague (I think). Written for 500themes & 50scenes & lover100 . Prompt tables are here & here & here.
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“This isn’t your home. Please come back to us.”
Sakura simply smiles at his still-boyish face, and gives him a gentle pat on the head. “This is my home now. I belong here.”
“No!” Naruto cuts in. “Konoha is your home. Not this middle-of-fucking-nowhere village!”
Sakura sighs, and drops down on her quaint taupe couch. She pats the seat next to her expectantly, and a second later Naruto drops down next to her as well, visibly upset. Sakura represses the urge to sigh at his hot-headed, stubborn personality as she replies once more that she’s changed.
“But you don’t need to come back as a kunoichi! There are so many other things that you can do in Konoha! Or you don’t have to do anything at all! You can just relax!” he replies excitedly. At seeing her exhausted face, he adds quietly, “We, I miss you so much.”
Her heart breaks, seeing the one she considers more than a brother plead so desperately. But there are things that cannot be changed, choices that can’t be undone. Patiently, she pours them each another cup of genmaicha before turning back to him. “Things aren’t that simple Naruto.”
“But they are! It’s been five years and a bit! Just leave this small cottage and come home with me!”
“This is home, Naruto.”
As if to prove a point, she gets up, and moves to the kitchen to retrieve something or another. Unconsciously, Naruto notes how well she fits in the cottage, how well everything here suits her. He follows her, leaving the still-steaming of genmaicha on the table, forgotten.
“Please don’t do this Sakura-chan. It’s been so long. Whatever it is that made you leave, it should be alright now. Everything will be alright!”
“This isn’t just a phase or a thing. It’s more complicated than that.”
“What is?” he finally yells, losing every bit of composure he promised to keep. “You won’t come back and you won’t tell me what the hell is wrong so I can’t even help you!”
Her patience wanes, and she slams down the cup she is cleaning. They both watch in silence as it cracks, and neither say anything until the crack has advanced, breaking the glass in two. “It’s not so black and white, Naruto. I’m so sorry I can’t tell you, but it’s for your own good. It’s better like this.”
Naruto simply shakes his head, beyond disappointment. What’s left of her heart shatters completely as she watches this change in him, as the dejection takes over. She is unable to say anything as he walks away slowly, his steps heavy. Every step forward is another kunai to her heart, and by the time he reaches the front door she feels as if she has been knifed a million times over. He pauses, as if to contemplate something, but doesn’t turn back.
Finally, he says in a voice so quiet she barely hears, “Despite all this, Sakura-chan, I’ll always love you.”
He doesn’t leave her a chance to reply as he slips out the door, into the forest and through the little village Sakura now calls home. Sakura’s composure shatters almost immediately, and she slides down to the tiled kitchen floor, shattered and broken in every way possible. She knows he has Hinata now, but it’s little comfort. She knows the gap that Sasuke’s death seven years prior, and Kakashi’s death last year have left is infinitely bigger than any patch that Hinata and any family she brings him are able to heal.
She knows she’s leaving him in a situation of absolute misery, but what is a woman to do?
The pitter-patter of little feet bring her out of her miserable trance, and she looks up through bleary eyes at the young figure before her.
“Okaa-san, are you okay?”
Hastily, she wipes away as best as she can all the evidence of her wretchedness, and pulls the little five year old boy close to her in a tight hug. “Yes sweetie,” she soothes her slightly disturbed young one. The boy blinks his onyx eyes, and tilts his head sideways so that his matching onyx hair slips slightly to the side. “Everything will be alright.”
Characters: Uchiha Itachi & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: 427. exiled child & 08. liar & 034. ambiguity
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: It's a bit hard to understand, all the hints I tried to put in are a bit vague (I think). Written for 500themes & 50scenes & lover100 . Prompt tables are here & here & here.
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“This isn’t your home. Please come back to us.”
Sakura simply smiles at his still-boyish face, and gives him a gentle pat on the head. “This is my home now. I belong here.”
“No!” Naruto cuts in. “Konoha is your home. Not this middle-of-fucking-nowhere village!”
Sakura sighs, and drops down on her quaint taupe couch. She pats the seat next to her expectantly, and a second later Naruto drops down next to her as well, visibly upset. Sakura represses the urge to sigh at his hot-headed, stubborn personality as she replies once more that she’s changed.
“But you don’t need to come back as a kunoichi! There are so many other things that you can do in Konoha! Or you don’t have to do anything at all! You can just relax!” he replies excitedly. At seeing her exhausted face, he adds quietly, “We, I miss you so much.”
Her heart breaks, seeing the one she considers more than a brother plead so desperately. But there are things that cannot be changed, choices that can’t be undone. Patiently, she pours them each another cup of genmaicha before turning back to him. “Things aren’t that simple Naruto.”
“But they are! It’s been five years and a bit! Just leave this small cottage and come home with me!”
“This is home, Naruto.”
As if to prove a point, she gets up, and moves to the kitchen to retrieve something or another. Unconsciously, Naruto notes how well she fits in the cottage, how well everything here suits her. He follows her, leaving the still-steaming of genmaicha on the table, forgotten.
“Please don’t do this Sakura-chan. It’s been so long. Whatever it is that made you leave, it should be alright now. Everything will be alright!”
“This isn’t just a phase or a thing. It’s more complicated than that.”
“What is?” he finally yells, losing every bit of composure he promised to keep. “You won’t come back and you won’t tell me what the hell is wrong so I can’t even help you!”
Her patience wanes, and she slams down the cup she is cleaning. They both watch in silence as it cracks, and neither say anything until the crack has advanced, breaking the glass in two. “It’s not so black and white, Naruto. I’m so sorry I can’t tell you, but it’s for your own good. It’s better like this.”
Naruto simply shakes his head, beyond disappointment. What’s left of her heart shatters completely as she watches this change in him, as the dejection takes over. She is unable to say anything as he walks away slowly, his steps heavy. Every step forward is another kunai to her heart, and by the time he reaches the front door she feels as if she has been knifed a million times over. He pauses, as if to contemplate something, but doesn’t turn back.
Finally, he says in a voice so quiet she barely hears, “Despite all this, Sakura-chan, I’ll always love you.”
He doesn’t leave her a chance to reply as he slips out the door, into the forest and through the little village Sakura now calls home. Sakura’s composure shatters almost immediately, and she slides down to the tiled kitchen floor, shattered and broken in every way possible. She knows he has Hinata now, but it’s little comfort. She knows the gap that Sasuke’s death seven years prior, and Kakashi’s death last year have left is infinitely bigger than any patch that Hinata and any family she brings him are able to heal.
She knows she’s leaving him in a situation of absolute misery, but what is a woman to do?
The pitter-patter of little feet bring her out of her miserable trance, and she looks up through bleary eyes at the young figure before her.
“Okaa-san, are you okay?”
Hastily, she wipes away as best as she can all the evidence of her wretchedness, and pulls the little five year old boy close to her in a tight hug. “Yes sweetie,” she soothes her slightly disturbed young one. The boy blinks his onyx eyes, and tilts his head sideways so that his matching onyx hair slips slightly to the side. “Everything will be alright.”