Dinner With Sasuke

Needing Sasuke

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The Hokage was pacing the room his blond head of hair looking more matted and dull than usual. In the sofa of his office sat a crying pink-haired woman looking more dead than alive. The blond had been searching by himself to see that Sarada was in the village but she seemed nowhere to be found. He skipped over Hinata's house not wanting to hear her gentle voice forgive him again. Thinking about Hinata made guilt eat away at his insides but he tried to push it down. It will be fine. She will forgive me once again. Or so he thought. At first, it wasn't noticeable. No replies to his letter, radio silence when he sent her gifts, no emails on the torturous computer. But little by little he began to notice. No dinners were sent, Letter were not being written, per usual, Hell even his clothes that had been sent to her had returned dirty and possibly even grosser. He asked Shikamaru about it who looked just as surprised as he did. But then he uttered a sentence Naruto thought he would never hear.

"Huh. Looks like your sweet little Hinata is ignoring you. Troublesome."

And troublesome it was. Pacing the office right now he couldn't help but to want to have some of Hinata's delicious cooking. He had taken lots of things for granted but Sakura was always there for him. Or so he thought. Looking at her now she seemed to be on the verge of disappointment.

Feeling eyes on her Sakura turned her watery green eyes to him, touching the deepest pits of his soul.

"Don't worry blossom-chan," he said smiling at his nickname for her. "Everything is gonna be alright."

At the same time, his stomach started to grumble and Sakura began to laugh.

"Baka! I'm gonna cook soon. Your gonna have to wait for a little while."

Naruto sat down the Uchiha symbol on the couch making him flinch. The aroma out the kitchen smelled decent but Naruto knew it wouldn't satisfy his craving.

Man. I really miss Hinata's cooking. He thought leaning into the comfy couch. Not realizing the mistakes he made would haunt him soon.

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Another sleepless night. She really was gonna have to keep herself in check if she were going to survive. It was cold last night and sleeping on her bare mattress with her daughter's quilt over her- No doubt Himawari came in her room last night- was no help to her conscious. She needed advice and before she even knew it she was on her way to the graveyard, flowers in hand along with a picnic she packed.

But of course, she hadn't been able to escape alone. When she was halfway out the door Himawari came rushing down with Sarada both girls hand in hand. She groaned knowing she was gonna have to pack more food made her head hurt a little. Looking at the lump on the couch she expected some help but only received a grunted "Hn". Not wanting to disturb him she left taking the two girls with her. She had to give Sarada one of Boruto's coats because the morning air was chilly but it seemed to fit her just fine. Boruto would be back soon and it was only a matter of time before Himawari told him what had happened. It was not gonna go well. Sighing, trying to clear her thoughts of her rather angsty son she turned to take a glance at the girls only to be met with black obsidian orbs.

" Why does Papa call you a Hyuga?"

She shrugged. She herself didn't know either. She found herself not wanting to correct him. She was pretty sure some of the things Sasuke sad only made sense to him so she chose not to dwell on it. Too much.

"Can I call you Ms. Hyugga instead of Hyuga-sama."

"Sure if it makes you comfortable Sarada-chan."