this fic is based from this universe : ( LINK )"Papa," Sakura was already stewing the elixir to its correct rotations, before mixing in the crushed kupo nuts to increase its efficiency. “We’re going North, right?”"No," was her husbands terse reply. "We need to turn to the Eastern Road."If this was said in another time, Sakura would’ve gave him an affirmative nod, discuss routes, and estimate their time of arrival back home. But when Sasuke said this for the nth time, for the past 48 hours, she already had enough.”Papa,” The snap on her consonants automatically had Sasuke straightening his spine. Her stern commanding voice worked with her colleagues, subordinates and her wily daughter, it better damned worked with her often-absent husband. “We are on a vacation, to buy her new books - not in a voyage to save the world.”"Mama." Dear , dear, dear. It’s lucky that she knew how to deal with marrying an obstinate, stubborn husband.A real pity when her little princess gets suitors. Though Sa-chan can surely handle her own."So far," Sakura twirled the ladle in her hand like one of her arsenal of maces & battle axes, as if ready to pummel his hardheadedness to dust. "All we have encountered was a swarm of flans, a couple of frightened imps and a warg.""It’s dangerous.""And she’s the one who finished them off with an amazing Meteor .” Her lips quirked into a grin, remembering how persistent he was to take the position in the front, though his specialization has already changed from being a melee fighter to a summoner. Though, she would admit that he had always been the strongest offensive shadow mage in existence. “She’s brilliant, and we probably don’t have to worry.”( well, he was the only shadow mage that existed, till seven years ago, when she birthed the first black mage after a millenia of their annihilation. ) "She’s five.""And, she’s already throwing spells beyond her age. It’s going to be okay." She assured, pouring the finished concoction when it finally burbled into bright blue.  "Besides, all of my regenerative and support spells are so wrapped up on her that she could probably take the tanker role, and do a little adventure herself."Her husband scowled, not amused. Earlier that day, Sarada practically ran to take the front lines when she saw a cactuar - eidolons may have mercy on them.  Her pointy hat was bouncing, as their little girl was starting her first incantation for a Doomsday spell, wanting to weaken it enough to take it as a pet.  It’s a good thing that a flock of moogles had distracted her enough for the terrifying cute creature to scamper away.Of course, Mama did the litany of don’t-do-that-again, but Papa just looked at her, and their little daughter was at her very best behavior at not straying from the path again. The girl had been afraid that they might take a detour and return back to the village, but they just took an early stop in the afternoon. "We’ll be fine, Papa. As long as she doesn’t want to take on a behemoth."She almost laughed at how he tried to suppress a terrified shiver.

 "it's -" he opened his mouth to explain, but it was hard to even think any coherent thought, when her chest presses on him. "it's to help our benefactor. i've haven't read most of the things i bought -" her rich, low laugh made his skin scrawl, the rubric mark on the back of his hand flaring in heat. her fingers rose, and with flick of a thumb, she took a button out of its hole, exposing a gap of flesh, her throat bared to him. he had seen her in various states of undress, but never did he felt so provoked."just right now," she whispered on his ear, and despite the shadows of her long tresses over him, he could glimpse her pulse jump beneath her skin. "i felt a tingle."he swallows audibly, glasses sliding slightly off the bridge of his sweating nose, finding it hard to bury his emotions when she was this close - his god, & his sin."confess now."

the tone broke no argument, and kazuma, as always have to surrender. "i -""because, i still have - " her divine hand carefully took the frame, intense purple eyes on his trembling green ones, careful and contemplative. " - to punish you."(fyi: that line came from the last panel of  tooya-sensei's popular doujin)

# 15Madara laughs at how ironic this was, with the storm raging over the area, almost swallowing the place whole.Jagged boulders littered the area, the remains of the historical stone monuments, and he can see that the spikes of his hair served as her launching point before she sent another large wave, the mist and rain hiding her from view. Of course the tiny kunoichi knew that he was playing with her, why would she be so adamant in using her hidden arsenal of illusions and explosions? She knew that this was a losing battle, but she was smart enough to use the chaotic weather to her advantage.If he wasn’t so amused with the chase, he could have admired her composure during her grief.(haruno sakura was a good, intelligent student. she remembered her history well. the valley of the end was not only the site of victory for konoha; it also served as the graves of thousands.three fallen comrades, the once promising team seven, all men submerged in the ice waters beneath their feet.)Strings suddenly wrapped on his every limb, (ah, he recognizes this trap. the brat taught her well.) caught his arms in awkward angles, dug deep to the tendons of his ankles, glowing poison-green. She hurls an old rotting trunk to his place while pulling it taught, the seals of wind cutting through his skin.(clever, clever kids. impressive.a childish giggle almost identical to tobi’s voice slipped past.)The burn of his eternal shield bursts, and decimates the whole place. the fallen corpses, the maddening slap of wavesHe breaks the warped reality, and he has the short strands of dirty pink bunched on his fist, the poison strings wrapped around her wrist behind her back. "I win, darling" He swipes a mocking kiss over her panting mouth, tasting the salt of her tears and the blood of her team on her lips.=

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