Daylight

Ignite

A/N: This was originally going to be the final chapter, however, as I kept on writing it soon came to be 16,000+ words and I still hadn't finished. So in the end I decided that in order to make the reader's experience better, I would split what I had written into two separate chapters. Note: The next chapter will very likely be the final chapter. 

This chapter is heavily based upon the Boruto anime, however, if you are unfamiliar with the anime then I still hope this flows well. These last two chapters aim to show snapshots of the Uchiha family life... or at least that's how it played out in my head, haha. 

Kishimoto-style: flashback jutsu! Enjoy reading!

As calmly as the foam of the sea reaches the grains of land and kisses them with all its fervor, Sakura gave all she had  in everything she did for the man she loved, and Sasuke inhaled all of Sakura's love and Sarada's affections with lidded eyes before embarking on his quest. As he came upon clear streams that rippled with the serenity that nostalgia and memories brought, he was faced with his own reflection causing him to reflect on his last departing. Sakura had brought his lunch enveloped in warmth and endearment, and had passed it along to him, one arm hid behind her back. Sarada stood between them, dressed in a white shirt and red skirt, eerily similar to how she used to dress as a young child. Sarada's grin had widened with every passing second as she noticed the subtle hints of Sasuke's adoration for Sakura, with his hidden smiles and his soft "Thanks. I'll see you both soon." It was a good thing that Sasuke had left when he did, for he did not think he would be able to handle being teased by his pre-teen daughter, or worse, being demanded another kiss from his wife in public. The soft weeds on the riverbed that brushed his ankles reminded him of Sakura's loving touch as their fingers brushed as he took the packed lunch from her, wanting forever to be the time period for their touch to last, to hold each other, and to speak their hearts. Like the oxygen that passed through to his lungs, it was inevitable that it was her comfort that he sought whilst on the road, hoping to make it back home with the words that she had whispered to him whilst he feigned sleep in her arms: "Come back to me safe and sound, Sasuke-kun", imprinting her words on him with a kiss on his forehead. Safe and sound. 

Sasuke would continue to send updates to the Leaf via his hawks, but time to time, he would make it a point to physically return, despite that meaning that it would set his self-appointed missions back. His heart longed for his family, and there was also the foreboding darkness that he was aware of... the darkness that lurked inside Boruto, that no-one else was yet aware of. And so Sasuke would spend his days in Konoha, true to his promise to himself, with his boisterous student, before departing again. And as patiently as the night waits for the moon's many faces, as melodically as the sun paints the sky with all its talents, he knew his lover would too, be waiting for him to grace her nights and for her to bless his days. They would stand side by side, atop rooftops, watching their daughter forge strong bonds with her comrades as they once did, and they would watch with pride filling their hearts. The few times that they would stand or sit together in public, Sasuke always made sure to place some gap between him and his wife, for he strongly believed that his love for her was meant to be witnessed only by nature itself, and no one else was privy to their most intimate moments. And so a gap would be placed between them, waiting for their daughter to take her place to fill that spot whenever she was free. The common folk of the village would murmur about their distance in public, but Sasuke was sure to keep any worries of Sakura's at bay by immediately closing that gap when they were alone. Whether it was a mere touch, or a confession of his devotion to her through a look, words, or through the act of love-making, he was sure to shower her in it all. As much as he denied it, he was enraptured by her flirtations, which was clear enough when he would trap her between his solid body and a wall.