My garden of words | A masterpost

Hello, welcome to my blog! Here's a compilation of daydreams I spilled on ink. My sincere thanks for reading manifestations of my random introspections. 🥰💛

Randomly missing HitsuHina hours.

The small heartbeat against Sasuke’s chest, despite the layers of his clothes, drowns out all the noises in the background. Erratic, spaced out, faint. Meanwhile, Sakura is working wonders with her glowing green hands against the babe’s mucus-coated back. A moment passes and then the newborn cries out. Strong, loud—an indication that he is alive. Sasuke cleans the baby before passing the bundle to the overjoyed, tear-stricken mother. He just notices now how shaky his hands are.

Sleep doesn’t come to him, long after the adrenaline has faded. Sasuke turns to his side, snaking an arm around Sakura’s waist, and finds that she is still awake.

“Thank you,” he whispers against her moonlit hair, “for making me part of today’s miracle.”

Her breath hitches. “Sasuke.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want kids?”

“I’m not sure,” he replies, “Do you?”

She faces him, her worried expression in the spotlight by the open window. “You’re the only Uchiha left.”

“I never thought of it that way.” His fingers rise to touch her cheek and smoothens the furrowed brows.

“So what if I can’t…have them? Don’t want them?” She slightly pulls away, lingering doubts still apparent in her eyes. “I don’t want to be a mother.” The admission is clear in the gap between them. “Not yet, anyways. There is still so much to do.” 

Sasuke places his head on hers, his lips resting on the side of her mouth. “I won’t mind.”

“You’ll regret this someday, take this against me, scorn me.”

He kisses her to silence, smooshes the words out of her mouth. “I’ve spent most of my life alone but now I have you, and I think I’m lucky to spend the rest of my days being with you.”

“Forever will be such a long time. You’d want other things in the future.”

“I know what I want now.” He deepens the kiss. “I know what I want tomorrow.” Another kiss. “And the day after next.” Again. “And the next.” And again.

“You see I’ve never looked too far beyond; it always seemed kind of futile. But it’s nice to wake up to another day, and find you always there. It’s all that I wanted and it’s more than what I deserved. If there are more of you and more of me, I’m okay. If it’s only us two, I’m okay. So long as you’re there, I’m okay.”

He massages Sakura’s back like earlier, willing her heart to beat strong and loud in his embrace.

We’re a miracle, too, he conveys in sure and steady hand, you and me.

sasuke's hawk has flown, a roll of a parchment cornerpiece tied around its leg. the message is a single word, sparse, straight to the point: "done".

he tastes the seaspray on his lips. the yellow and orange hues flicker on the unending blue oblivion, a sunset. they eventually turn into tinges of reds and purples, until the moon breaks into million pieces on the surface of the tides. 

has she seen the ocean like this?

and so he writes.

on the night he comes back, sakura asks a minute of his time. sasuke holds off a reply; she could take hours or days even. he finds that he wouldn't mind.

"do you take me for a fool?"

it catches him offguard. "what?"

"do you think it doesn't interest me—your missions?" she says. he stares at her, oblivious as always, and this must exasperate her more. "you intentionally keeping me out of the loop makes me feel like i never grew up in your eyes. they receive letters from you on the important things while i get—"

"they're important things," he replies, "to me."

It's her turn to stare at him, dumbfounded.

"the wildflowers at the mouth of the cave?" sakura asks.

"jugo said it's the only plant allowed to grow on it. they're poisonous, given the soil composition, but you might extract an antidote or something out of that."

she shakes her head. "the lightning festival?"

sasuke shrugs. "it's a force to reckon, seeing the villagers of mist bend the storm to their will."

"the ocean?"

"konoha is land-locked."

"cherry blossom trees growing," sakura continues, "sasuke, there's also spring here."

"they are two different springs." 

sasuke looks away, finding it easier to lean into the truth. "you are a well-recognized medical ninja. you sit in councils that decide important matters. you already know what i sent them. i just wanted you to see the same things i see. that's all there is to it."

"why?"

sasuke has no answer to that. it's merely an impulse, a stupid impulse. of probably a yearning of sorts. of seeing beautiful places and no one to write them to. of visiting foreign lands and wondering—wishing—she was with him.

it is a heavy confession, to which sasuke is unable to let go in naked honesty.

sakura sighs. "you know, that's a convoluted way of saying something."

"how should i do it then?"

"you'd start with, 'sakura, would you like to go to the beach with me?' "

pamamanhikan

pamamanhikan - (noun) a Filipino tradition where the families of the bride and groom first meet.

They were a weird bunch, standing over unnamed graves at the farthest corner of the town. It rained earlier, the cusp of autumn lingering in the aftermath of the light showers. This was the designated spot, Kakashi said, where everyone can easily forget and forgive.

Despite its remoteness, someone took the time to cut the grass and plant perennial wildflowers, the bare minimum for the excommunicated. Sarada snuggled closer to the breast of her grandmother, still too milk-drunk to watch what was happening.

Sasuke shifted in his feet, unaccustomed still with the presence of Sakura’s parents. He cleared his throat and swept his arm across the grounds. “Well, uh, this is it.”

“I can’t believe they didn’t even put their names. So disrespectful.” Kizashi shook his head in dismay. He glanced at Sasuke briefly. “And I’m not saying this because you’re my son-in-law, but I think everyone who gets on their deathbed wishes to be remembered.”

“Papa,” Sakura whined.

“Ah, let your father speak his mind,” Mebuki said softly, adjusting Sarada against her waist. “Now, Sasuke dear, I think it’s time you make the introductions.”