Team 7 (Naruto Fanfiction) Volume 1

Sakura Uchiha

"Sakura!"

"Anata. You're home," exclaimed a woman while Hatsuki and Sasuke entered the kitchen.

"Hatsuki, this is my wife, Sakura."

"Hello," greeted the pink-haired.

"I'll be out with Sarada for a while. You and Sakura can stay here for a bit."

"Okay, Anata. Be careful." The door closed as Mrs. Uchiha looked at Hatsuki.

"So you're Hatsuki. It's your first day training with my husband, right?"

"Yes."

"How was it?"

"It was okay, I guess."

"Ahh. You're probably wondering why Anata took you home."

"Yeah. B-but I mean he said that he didn't want his students, well, not to have a home." A smile showing on Sakura's face, she let out a chuckle.

"Back then, your Sensei's brother left the village."

"Who?"

"Itachi Uchiha. You've probably heard of him."

"I guess he's pretty popular around here."

"He was the one that slaughtered the Uchiha Clan."

"Wait, him? He's-"

"Sasuke's older brother, yes. Your sensei was orphaned at a young age, and he had no choice but to live alone in his old house, the same place where his parents were slaughtered by his own sibling."

"Why didn't he leave?"

"He didn't, until he graduated from the academy, like you. Actually, we were both on the same team."

"That must be nice."

"Kakashi, our sensei, let him stay in his house whenever he liked, so he wouldn't be constantly reminded of his trauma."

Sakura paused as she noticed the little boy in front of her sat in deep thought.

"Learning from his sensei, Sasuke knows what you're going through, Hatsuki. He doesn't want another kid to suffer like he did."

She stood up as she heard a grunt come from him. He looked up, his face no longer in a questioning look. Sakura stepped away as she laid silverware on the counter.

"Wouldn't Sasuke-sensei simply look for his brother?" asked the green eyed boy. Looking into his eyes, Sakura realized they both had that shade of green, that of the grass, of the trees, of the rarest emeralds. She walked up to him, her two fingers tapping his forehead once.

"I'll tell you about that next time."

Meanwhile, Sasuke arrived with Sarada at the Uzumaki house. He and Naruto went into his office, Sasuke closing the door.

"So have you found anything of the Uchiha?" questioned the blond.

"No, not yet. Her hair is quite unnatural if she were an Uchiha. But her eyes, well, they were black, like mine," replied Sasuke.

"Well, she is one of the brightest students in the academy, possibly the most intelligent one. Her records from last year actually have her IQ, which is 186."

"Competing with Shikamaru's, huh?"

"Just what I was going to say. Aside from that, her planning skills and logical problem-solving are terrific," commented Naruto, handing a piece of paper to Sasuke. "If trained, this girl can surpass Sakura-chan."

"I see. I'll get back to you tomorrow, Naruto."

"U-uh, okay!" Naruto waved as Sasuke skidded out of the house, with Sarada behind her.

"Papa, slow down!!" yelled Sarada, running behind her father. "Geez, what's wrong with you today?" Realizing her father was agitated, Sarada didn't mind being ignored. Even her mother would point that out about herself, and how she and her father shared each other's traits.

Sasuke could still vividly remember it, the conversation he had with his mother, his first training session with his brother, and how his father complimented his older sibling. No, it was not all fun and games, what his brother had gone through.

But his brother was dead. His family, his clan, was dead. What is there to think that his student would be a real Uchiha, or even worse, related to him? No, it was far from reality. Yet he could still see it. Black, with a shade of dark gray, round eyes staring at him.

Years ago...

"MOM! MOM! Look what I found!" Young Sasuke shrieked, holding up a snail shell.

"Wow! Is that a snail? Where did you find it?" His mother gasped.

"Shisui Nii-san gave it to me. Do you think Daddy will like it?"

"Oh, I think Daddy will love it."

As much as Sasuke believed his mother, his father simply looked at him with narrow eyes and asked about his shrunken training, simply leaving the shell on the table. But little did he know his father's smile was hidden under the newspaper he was reading. 'He's not like his brother. I see Mikoto a lot in him,' thought Fugaku, forcing his face to look cold at his son.

Presently...

Sasuke shrugged the smirk he had on his face as he held his little girl's hand. Before, it was just him in Orochimaru's lair, his face cold with hatred against his brother. His regret after knowing the truth, revenge layering his skin as he attempted to destroy Konoha.

But it all changed. He didn't know, whether it was when he first saw his teammates smile again, or when he watched his only bride walk down the aisle, or when he first held Sarada in his arms.

All he could do now was watch a new generation of shinobi's enter Konoha, along with his daughter as he thought time flew by too fast. He could still remember her 5 year old self pulling his sleeves. Now, she's turned 12.

The sun had sank about an hour ago, and a small fire right about Sasuke's palm became a source of their light as they headed home. The day had ended, and tomorrow, Sasuke promised he'd meet the team later than today. It reminded him of the old days, him, Naruto, Sakura, and their Sensei.

But now, it was different. He had a home, and he had a wife and a daughter that will be with him. And he wanted his student to feel the same; to have someone waiting for them, who wanted to see them. Hatsuki was like him. He felt his soul in the boy.

The boy didn't need anything else. Not . He just needed somebody beside him, that's all. 

"Papa, we're here."

"Yes, Sarada. We're here.