Final Disclaimer: Yes, cry, this is the last time-for this story-that I will say I don't own Naruto.
Healing
By: Apherion
Epilogue
He surveyed the pictures on the fireplace top. Itachi and Sakura's wedding pictures were what he saw first. Sakura in the beautiful, elaborate gown that Hinata, with the help of Shino, had sewn just for her was in mid-laugh as the camera caught her giving cake to Itachi. Itachi holding Sakura from behind, kissing her cheek as she grinned widely, their hands entwined. Itachi removing the garter from Sakura's leg and Sakura throwing the bouquet.
Kakashi smiled, as he approached the larger set of photos.
Sakura was holding a bundle of blankets, looking exhausted, and Itachi was draping an arm around her shoulders, looking at the bundle—which was obviously their child, the beginning of the new Uchiha clan. There were several pictures of the child. Some pictures were taken with just Mom or with just Dad, some were family portraits. It was Naruto who came to the conclusion not too long ago: the black haired, green-eyed boy looked almost exactly like Sasuke.
As his eyes fell over about seven to ten portraits, he—and nobody else for that matter—couldn't deny Naruto's assumption. The boy in the photographs was getting hugged and kissed by his mother, who was kneeling to his height while the father ruffled his son's hair. Just underneath that jet black hair was a Konoha genin headband, and underneath that, the face of an extremely happy child. Those pictures were taken only yesterday, as today would be the day they would celebrate the occasion.
Luna put her head on his shoulder as they walked around to the back where a party was being held in honor of his newest team: Team Four.
"Kakashi, Luna, I'm glad you've made it!" Sakura said exuberantly. She smiled so wide at them and they couldn't help but beam back. Her eyes flicked over his head, and she yelled, "Sasuke, you had better get down from the roof! Don't you dare jump!" Sakura, like Hinata, was made to be a mother. Kakashi couldn't help but watch her eye her son with that glance she had given him so many times.
Luna shook with silent laughter as did he.
"How's everything?" Sakura said her attention reverted back to them. He smiled at her.
"Fine, in fact, Luna—"
"We're," she glared at Kakashi, who just looked aloof, "going to have a child Sakura!" She said with glee. Sakura exclaimed proper enjoyment and hugged the sound-nin that was his wife.
"Sakura, did you see where Mae and Toshima got off to?" Hinata asked, very worried about the other two apart of Team Four, her kids. Kakashi's eyes floated over to the roof to see all three, Sasuke, Mae, and Toshima, standing there.
"Check the roof, Hinata," Kakashi said slyly. Simultaneously, Hinata and Sakura began to shout at the daring younglings. Toshima, the oldest of the group (born four minutes before Mae), was the one who was most like his mother, and quickly obeyed her will. He was also one of the brightest—but not the strongest, much like Sakura was. Mae on the other hand, like Sasuke, stood on the roof defiantly, like Naruto and Sasuke. Kakashi was beside himself with silent mirth, remembering how Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura had been at the age he had gotten them, preteens. And now, he had them all over again, at the ages seven, eight, and eight.
This was probably going to be the death of him. He knew Tsunade only did it to him because she was mad at him for beating her in cards a few weeks ago. It was still funny though, because he remembered saying to himself: "I pray for whoever has Naruto's kids in his team." How ironic.
"Sasuke, if you don't get down this instant, I'll just have—SASUKE!" She was beside herself with fury…well, maybe not. Hinata was shouting at Mae as well because both Mae and Sasuke jumped from the roof. Although they landed in leaves, the roof of the Uchiha manor was at least ten foot from the ground. Toshima was whispering things to Mae and Sasuke, both of whom shrugged and said something back. She could almost bet Sasuke had said: "So, I can jump from twenty feet high without getting a scratch on me."
"Mae, get over here now! You too Toshima!" Hinata raged, getting pinker in the face. Sakura knew she was too, still angry with her child, who was probably the instigator of it all. God, she thought, and all three are in the same team. It's just like us when we were genin…
It took a bit more scolding and several threats of grounding them before her and Hinata let up. The party finished with several pictures of Kakashi, Toshima, Mae, and Sasuke; Toshima, Mae, and Sasuke; Kakashi and each child by themselves; and the parents with their kids. By the end of it though, Sakura wanted to strangle Sasuke for being so obstinate.
"Too much like your father and uncle," she muttered darkly, ruffling his dark hair. His green eyes blinked up at her and they met each others gaze.
"I thought I didn't have an uncle, Mom," Sasuke said confused. Sakura smiled weakly.
"You don't, Sasuke…you only have your father and me." He nodded understandingly. She sat her son down on the couch in the living room and sat with him.
"Do you know why we named you Sasuke?" She asked him, looking at the green-eyed boy sitting next to her. He shook his head and she smiled again.
"We called you Sasuke because your father's younger brother was named Sasuke." He blinked, still puzzled at where the story was going, but he sat patiently—like Itachi.
"You see, I knew your uncle before I knew your father, and your father was with your uncle when he passed on. Your uncle asked your father to look after me, to make sure that I wouldn't get hurt because your uncle wanted me to be protected. We named you Sasuke because if it wasn't for your uncle, your father and I wouldn't be together." She felt tears rolling down her face and her Sasuke leaned his head against her left shoulder and hugged her. She closed her eyes.
"It's ok, Mom." Then she felt a pair of lips press against her cheek and the sofa sink a bit to her right.
"Yes, it's ok Mom," a velvet voice whispered in her ear. She laughed and she hugged both Sasuke and Itachi.
"Yes, everything is ok."
End.