Inspired by a fanart of an anbu Sasuke kissing a long haired Sakura wearing a sleeveless version of the jounin uniform; on the forehead. Whoever you are, thanks for the inspiration. This fic's dedicated to you.
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She became an anbu medic.
He, a Konoha elite.
Her past had always been clean.
His finally lost its stains.
She grew her hair out again.
He silently approved of it.
She was pregnant.
He was wifeless.
She thought she was still chaste.
He needed to lose his chasteness.
Apparently she wasn't.
Unfortunately, he was.
She was panicked.
He was desperate.
So soon, in a village called Konoha
A memorable marriage took place...
...Due to hasty decisions.
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How, Where & When
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Seven years may have passed, but the meeting point of a certain team never changed.
...And neither did the order of the members who came first, second, third and last.
Twenty year old Sasuke, clad in a black version of his old blue t-shirt (with a turtleneck of normal width), black trousers and fingerless black gloves with the palms uncovered; cocked an eye open at the sense of her chakra.
She had that constant smile of hers from the old days on her face. "Ohayo, Sasuke-kun!"
But she used a normal volume when she greeted him now.
He nodded in reply. The past him would never had done so.
She wore the jounin vest without the black inner shirt, a black miniskirt, knee-high black heeled boots and slip off sleeves made like the style of Sasuke's gloves. Both still wore their forehead protectors at the same place, just as the blonde container of never ending energy that was spiraling towards them.
"OHAYO, SAKURA-CHAN!" Then as if as an afterthought, "Oh, and you too, TEME"
"...Dobe."
"NANI!" the blonde, as tall as his male teammate exclaimed. "Did you hear what he called me, Sakura-chan!"
"I called you dobe."
"TEME, Sasuke you BASTARD!"
"Doaho."
"WIFELESS ASSHOLE."
Twitch. "Cowardly boyfriend."
Flush. "At LEAST I HAVE a GIRL! Unlike SOMEONEI KNOW who's SUPPOSED to have heirS!"
Twitch. "At least I won't make my woman wait until I grow enough balls to propose."
Flush. "I'm NOT making Hina-chan wait! And I ALREADY have BALLS, you BLASTED PRUNE!"
Twitch. "In denial pervert."
Flush. "DON'T relate me with that hentai HERMIT! You VIRGIN."
Twitch. "Oh? Because he deflowered you?"
Flush. "Like that SNAKE BASTARD GIGALOED YOU?"
Suddenly, it was as if a large bucket of water had been turned upside down on them as they became drenched along with the middle of the bridge.
Their mutual female teammate, who'd been perched on the bridge's railing all this while, right amidst the catfight between two male humans apparently having the guy version of PMS, ASSUIA (A Stick Shoved Up In Ass); decided that it was time for them to chill.
"How's the water, kiddies? Cold enough?"
Naruto nodded enthusiastically as he caused water from his dripping hair to fly everywhere. "Ye-yep, Sakura-chan!"
"Good."
The water dragon that had been Zabuza's technique sank back into the water.
The quickest way to stop ASSUIAed guys? One highly PMSed woman.
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She became an anbu medic.
Which wasn't a shock, considering she, along with, of course; Godaime Tsunade and her assistant Shizune; were the best female medics in all eight countries.
A certain dead last became an anbu specializing in defending the client while an ex-anbu decided to stop his retirement short (None of the available anbu captains were on par with such a strong line up of members).
What was a surprise was when Sasuke was offered a place in the anbu after all he's done and the risk of having another Uchiha heir have the position.
He, a Konoha elite.
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Her past had always been clean.
Unlike so many around her, especially her three men. Naruto had always been strong though and Kakashi-senpai was only stuck to a memorial everyday for quite some time.
But Sasuke...
...Had finally achieved one of his goals just a year ago...
His finally lost its stains.
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She grew her hair out again.
He'd never liked long hair; it was too impractical for shinobis...
But that didn't mean he never fantasized about combing his fingers through...hers.
He silently approved of it.
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She was pregnant.
Konoha was probably the most peaceful hidden village out of all the rest. Especially at dawn and at midnight, when the village was still in slumber...
"WHAAATTT!"
...At least that was what it used to be until a few moments ago...
Quite a distance away, a rarely caught to be groggy Uchiha lifted an eyelid. 'Sakura...?'
But a second later, he was asleep again, dreaming of many little Uchiha shirts.
He was wifeless.
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She thought she was still chaste.
She stared at the little thing that lay almost mockingly in her trembling hands.
Why was it POSITIVE!
Apparently she wasn't.
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He needed to lose his chasteness.
...If he wanted to achieve his last big goal in life. Why else would he want to do so anyway? He wasn't about to leave a trail of Uchiha bastards with the potential of becoming another Itachi.
Unfortunately, he was.
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She was panicked.
She predicted the child wasn't even a child yet and she knew she had to get herself out of Konoha as soon as possible discreetly.
She didn't count on him being the one to feel instinctively that something was going to happen that night...
As she did when he left for Sound.
...As a matter of fact, as though on purpose, he stopped her just as she was about to land over the bench.
...Their bench.
He pinned her to the cold stone furniture, not roughly, but firm enough. "What are you doing out at this time of the night with a," He snapped it off her back. "Traveling bag, Sakura?"
Didn't he realize the compromising position they looked to be in? She wanted to scream at him to get the Hell off her but before she could do that, he had brushed a tear she didn't realize she had even shed.
His eyes darkened dangerously. "…Sakura."
...That tone brought back terrifying memories…
"Who is it? Who hurt you? Tell me, Sakura."
Fortunately, the one responsible for making it terrifying was suffering in Hell most probably right now.
She began to cry freely even as she tried to prevent herself from doing so. "...I...I...don't know..."
Then she told him everything, of what she'd discovered that made her swoon after screaming in shock.
"...when does it start to get obvious?"
"About three months after, why...?"
"Then marry me Sakura."
The poor gal felt like swooning and screeching her head off again but she was already horizontal and the clueless of idiots would never believe it if they denied doing anything when they were in such a suggestive pose, outside and alone no less especially if she screamed when they still looked this way.
"...B-but...your goal!"
"This is my goal, Sakura."
"But then the heir-"
"Doesn't have to be the firstborn," undeterred eyes never moved from hers and a hand turned her face back to him gently by her chin when she tried to look away. "I'm Headnow."
She opened her mouth and Sasuke decided he was done with her excuses.
So before she could say that damnable word that started with the letter 'B' again, he took this split second as an opportunity to...
…Kiss her…
"I'll neverforceyouif you don't want to, Sakura.And in here," without looking, he rested his hand on her flat stomach, right where they both knew life was pulsing and she gulped. "Is ours. Blood-related or not. I. Don't. Care."
He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed when all she did was stare at him. "I'll show you then."
Then she saw the Mangenkyou Sharingan for the first time and was brought to another world...his mind.
She saw the guilt that had consumed him when he nearly got her killed...at the Forest of Death, when fighting Gaara, in the fight between her two boys...
How everyday for almost three years, the only thing that had redeemed him from being completely devoured by the Cursed Seal...had been her forehead protector, which he'd exchanged with his before leaving her on the bench.
...No wonder she couldn't find his forehead protector and Pakkun said she smelt different ever since then.
...Because she had it all along.
He was desperate.
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So soon, in a village called Konoha
A memorable marriage took place
...Due to hasty decisions.
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"WHAAATTT!"
This time, it was the peacefulness of the night in Konoha that was disturbed, by the same culprit around ten months ago. Luckily, it wasn't bedtime yet and aside from a few near heart attacks, a near uproar by jumpy shinobis and many a stained with split drink clothes, no damage was done.
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"What?"
At least he was much more considerably calmer than her.
"How? Where? When!"
She shook her head.
"...It doesn't matter."
"...?"
He embraced his wife's body, as she breastfeed their daughter. "...Because Chii was always mine from the start..."
"...As was you, Sakura..."
She swatted at his traveling hands. "Chii's turn isn't over yet."
He grinned a grin that Sakura knew was too much influence from a certain, still masked sensei turned captain of theirs. "So?"
Sakura sighed even as she satisfied the two members of her family, one who was easy to and was, as if, on purpose quite quick tonight while the other certainly was surrounded by too many perverts (Naruto. Kakashi. Jiraiya) for his own good.
...Not that she minded at the moment
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…Rightfully made.
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The End
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...This fic's a sure sign I'm nearing my time. So many...you know --
Anyways, hoped it was ok. Thanks for reading and your reviews shall be cherished.