𝓢𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓼 the last time he sat on that chair. He was eight years old and had spent too many days at the hospital to be anywhere else but his home. But he had also lost the only place he could call home, the only people making it home. Sasuke had nowhere else to go, so he sat on that chair and waited for Sarutobi Hiruzen to give him a new place to stay.
The situation in which Sasuke finds himself right now is different. He still has no proper place to call home—his apartment suffices, but only for essential needs, and there is no way to revive his family—they are dead, and nothing will ever change that, but he's not as lonely anymore. He's got a team of annoying people he surprisingly enjoys having around. It's not that he fancies them, but he revels in having people to trust, people who have his back.
The door to the Hokage's office opens, revealing an Anbu guard wearing a tiger mask. Sasuke stands tall, as his father taught him, and greets the man.
"Hokage-sama is ready to hear you, Uchiha-san."
Without a word, the black-haired boy follows the Anbu inside the round office only to notice it's exactly as he remembers: clustered with too many ninja tools and dusty books and with a cloud of smoke dimming the light coming from the closed windows. The large table still stands on one side of the room, and the mahogany desk hasn't moved from its centre.
When Sasuke enters, the Hokage isn't wearing his hat, revealing scarce grey hair on a head covered with age spots, and the sight makes him question Sarutobi's place as Konoha's strongest shinobi.
As if sensing the boy's eyes on him, the Hokage puts down the paperwork in his hands to look at his visitor. "Uchiha Sasuke. To what do I owe the honour?"
"I wish to speak with you about something, Hokage-sama."
"Does it concern the mission in Waves?"
Sasuke nods, to which Hiruzen answers by gesturing toward an armchair facing his desk.
"So..." Sasuke begins, accepting the invitation.
"Yes, the mission in Waves," Hiruzen interrupts. "Your sensei left less than thirty minutes ago after giving me this useless report."
The boy notices Naruto's childish handwriting on the paper in the Hokage's hand and sighs.
"Next time, could you or Miss Haruno file out the form, please?"
"Of course."
"Good, good. Now, my boy, what did you want to talk about?"
Sasuke crosses his arms and tries to invoke his father's imposing presence. "The selection of my teammates. On what criteria did you and Iruka base yourselves?"
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Sharing Lives | SasuSaku ✔️
Fanfiction[BOOK 1 OF THE SHARING SERIES] Two different worlds meet. Two existences collide. On the one hand, an orphan learns what love, friendship, and devotion mean. On the other, a young girl realizes the implication of being a civilian kunoichi in a worl...
