Dinner With Sasuke

The Divorce

Sarada followed Himawari through the halls, the small pit patters of her feet being the only thing keeping her awake. The small girl told her of her mother's problem of sleeping on a bare mattress. When Sarada asked the girl why she had only shrugged her small shoulders. Sarada herself felt a little bit reluctant about walking into the Uzumaki's room. She had a sneaking suspicion that her dad slept in there a night ago. She once again went over the possibilities of an affair but in the end, came up with nothing. It was very unlikely. She had witnessed the closeness of Kohana's 12 -brief- but still, she saw it.

Sarada also saw how her dad was rarely included in it. Not his presence because that would always be missing. It was more like the feeling that they didn't miss him. Sarada didn't know anything about her dad and she didn't care either. Or at least she thought she didn't. When she saw him raise the katana ready to slice and dice her mother she had no idea how to feel. All she knew is that she needed a reason for this. This sham, this life that she wasn't sure she knew the story of, the scandal that her mom had pulled. She needed to know who he truly was. Her feet had carried her to her father and now she wanted to know. Who the hell was Sasuke Uchiha?

Every time she asked someone gave her an excuse. But she needed to know. Despite the little time she spent here she couldn't help but say that the Uzumaki grew on her. She was kind and seemed to hold a knowing aura around her. She had a feeling that would be honest with her.

Thus explained her hauling sheets and blankets at 4:50 in the morning. When the sound of footsteps stopped so did Sarada. She waited for Hima to open the door. And almost dropped the covers when she took in the sight of the room.

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Sakura Haruno watched nervously as Naruto looked at papers and slammed them back on the desk. She had never seen him so, so......livid. It was 4:50 in the morning. What could trouble him? she thought. Sakura watched as he glanced at the papers his hands unclenching and clenching into fists. What was making him so mad? She thought as her eyes traveled to papers on his desk. She was interrupted as a beast like roar escaped her loves lips. She had only looked away for a moment but it seemed that that was the enough for him to transform. His nails had sharpened, blue eyes that had looked at her with love were now blood red, and fangs so much like a fox sprouted from his mouth. His whiskers were now rugged and made him look frightening.

"Naruto." she squeaked in fear.

That seemed to snap him out of his rage. For a moment silence hung in the air. Sakura calmed as she noticed the apologetic look in those beautiful blue eyes. The Hokage strolled over to the scared women and kissed on her forehead. A forehead he had wished he could kiss since the day he laid eyes on her.

"Go to sleep," he whispered, "You have work in an hour."

"But Naruto-"

"Sa-ku-ra-Chan," he said lacing every vowel with a kiss, "Sleep."

The woman smiled as she felt her eyelids close. If she hadn't closed them so quickly she would have seen the look of anger on his face. She wouldn't hear the muttered "Sasuke".

She wouldn't regret her actions.

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Naruto smiled gently at the sleeping form of Sakura. No matter what she would always remain there sleeping in his office. Would he regret his decision? Sakura wanted him to do it so he would. Anything for his blossom-chan. Anything for her. His gaze once again slipped to her. He found it adorable when she slept in his office and it usually put him in a good mood but today was not one of those days. His had almost lost his composure in front of Sakura and that was not good. His gaze once again slipped to the picture. Fuck. This one showed his wife laughing while the Uchiha Avenger face held a smirk. It was crazy and it pissed him off but he had to keep his cool. But the more he looked at the picture the more he lost it.