𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 | sasuke uchiha

十二

"Are you getting out or not?"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at [Name] as she remained in her seat, arms crossed as she stared thoughtlessly into the distance. They had come to the underground car park of the Uchiha building after a tumultuous afternoon with the Namikaze family, and now the young Uchiha was waiting for his guest to get out of his car. [Name] blinked and turned to face him, eyes glazed over.

"I want to see my family," she demanded, narrowing her eyes at Sasuke. He groaned and leaned back into his chair, forearm covering his eyes. He was already half out of the car, with the door open and his left leg hanging out.

"It's not that-"

"Don't tell me it's not that simple!" she snapped crossly, reaching out and grabbing the unsuspecting raven by the front of his shirt. He was so caught in shock that he didn't react until a second later, and even then, he only scowled at her.

"You had me at death's door for three fucking weeks, Uchiha!" she barked, pushing him into the back of his chair. "My family deserves to know what I've been up to! I know for a fact that none of them bought Naruto's bullshit about me being taken care of properly- they know who the Uchiha are! They're not idiots, Sasuke! And I think my parents have a right to know that their eldest daughter is, well, how do I say this, GETTING MARRIED TO A YAKUZA HEIR?! I THINK THEY DESERVE TO KNOW, DON'T YOU?!"

Sasuke sighed in defeat as [Name] hovered over him, nostrils flaring. He knew this was something he couldn't get away from; for some reason, he knew that [Name]'s loyalty to her family was far deeper than he could ever fathom, and why it was so, he had no idea.

"Fine, fine," he said blandly. "It's so annoying, how you're attached to them like that. You could just stay silent and completely cut yourself off from them, so you won't have to worry about hurting them in the future."

[Name] scowled and thrust the Uchiha away from her grip, leaning back into her chair. He sighed, and ruffled his hair with one hand. Pulling his leg back into the car and shutting the door, he glanced at [Name] out of the side of his eyes in curiosity.

She's so annoying.

The thought came into his mind completely out of the blue, and it made him jump a little. Cheesy as it might've sounded, but Sasuke felt that during his three weeks with [Name], he'd come to know her better. Yes, it had mostly involved him screaming at her and taking out all his anger issues, but truth be told, after three weeks of perpetually torturing the poor girl, the Uchiha found that he had no more anger to fuel her suffering. Since his anger had been dried up and he no longer held any desire to keep tormenting [Name], he felt the urge to release her from her punishments- but at the same time, he wanted to spend more time with her for some unknown reason. Initially, the only reason he hadn't killed her on the spot was because of Naruto's intervention, and now, he was slightly grateful for the blonde haired idiot.

"What's your address?"

***

"[N-Name]?"

[Name] stood at the front door of her home, grinning as she was greeted by her mother. Natsumi [Surname] was usually a solemn and strict mother, but upon seeing her first born back home, she melted into tears as she threw herself onto [Name], wrapping her arms around her neck.

"[NAME]!" she wailed, grabbing her daughter in a crushing embrace. "The gods have answered our prayers! We knew it wouldn't be long!"

"Well, three weeks without you and the others around seemed like an eternity," laughed [Name], hugging her mother back. Once Natsumi released [Name], she noticed Sasuke standing behind her. Her smile fell from her face in an instant as she put two and two together. [Name] coughed and stepped aside.