(Sasuke x Reader) The Pain Of Love

CHAPTER ONE

Perched atop the towering Hokage Monument, the Hokage's office commands a breathtaking panoramic view of Konohagakure. Bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, the traditional Japanese architecture stands proudly against the backdrop of lush greenery and gently flowing streams.

Sliding doors open to reveal a room adorned with intricate wooden carvings and tatami mats, creating a serene atmosphere befitting the leader of the Hidden Leaf Village.

The footsteps echoed a bit too loudly— Kakashi thinks— as he stepped into the office that was now filled with his fellow Jounins. A brown file was clasped tightly in his hand.

“You're late.” Hiruzen would remark, taking the wooden smoking pipe out of his mouth and setting it down on the table.

In response to this, Kakashi would lazily throw the brown file he had in his hand onto the Hokage desk, disregarding the stares he got from his comrades, who had stood just mere steps away from him in a single file line.

“She's cannon fodder.” Kakashi would say, shoving one of his hands into the pockets of his pants, and the other filing through the file, and on to one of the pages.

“She's a Uehara.” Hiruzen would respond, taking the file into his hand. His eyes would skim over the neatly drawn graphs, tables and writings. “Almost top of her class, as well.”

“In Taijutsu, sure. But that's not nearly enough.” Kakashi would say, letting out a sigh.

“Again, she's a Uehara.” Hiruzen would place the file back down onto the table. He folded his arm and raised an eyebrow, urging Kakashi to keep speaking.

“The Sekkigan hasn't existed for… generations, though,” The soft voice of Kurenai came from the line of jounin. She'd wince slightly, running a hand through her ruffled and messy hair. “Well, they don't exist either, so…”

“It skips several generations at a time, so we don't know if she would get it or not,” Asuma would pipe in, his hands placed in his pants pocket, in a similar fashion to Kakashi.

“The last Uchiha, the Nine Tailed Fox, a Civilian and now Cannon fodder,” Kakashi would dwell, looking at Hiruzen with his very tired, and baggy eyes. “But everyone gets clan heirs?”

“It's not really biased, this generation is just filled with heirs,” Kurenai would counter, rolling her eyes. Her hands folded neatly under her chest. She would shift her weight to one leg, raising an eyebrow at Kakashi.

“So, are you saying that you can't handle it?” Hiruzen would ask, taking into his hand the wooden smoking pipe. Not breaking eye contact with Kakashi, he'd place it in between his lips and take a small drag.

A moment of silence passed in the orange sun beam illuminated office. The sound of early morning crows filled the place of the conversation that had happened prior.

“No, I can.”

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Sunlight bathes the room through large windows, illuminating rows of polished tables. Students of varying looks were scattered across the room, engrossed in their own little world, and the sound of chaotic chatter filled the classroom walls.

“I'm so glad you're on my team. I couldn't imagine spending one day alone with that stupid Naruto without wanting to rip my hair out!”

The exasperated sound of Sakura Haruno, my foster sister, would snap me out of my daze. I looked over towards her, who was eagerly, and carefully, drawing intricate patterns on my hand with her newest pink ink pen.

“Do you like the colour?” She'd ask, noticing that I was staring at it. Her beaming smile was so radiant, it could've blinded anyone, as she held the pen up and showed it off to me. “It was made in Mist!”