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to have and to hold
the first time sasuke brought a friend over to the uchiha mansion, the entire house was in disbelief.
for one, sasuke uchiha never brought home any of his friends.
for two, sasuke uchiha most definitely never brought home any of his friends that were girls.
so when one such girl with bright green eyes and pastel pink hair trailed behind him to their dining room table, everyone couldn’t help but stare.
“sasuke, who’s your friend?” fugaku asks after a moment's silence.
“not my friend,” he grumbled as he pulled a seat out for her.
“classmate?” itachi probed.
sasuke merely shook his head and climbed up his own chair.
itachi then decided to ask his brother’s other small companion instead, presuming that she would probably be more responsive than his less talkative little brother.
“what's your name?” he asked, his tone polite.
the girl smiled at him with a toothy grin which earned a distant ‘hmph’ from the boy next to her.
“my name’s sakura!” she said cheerfully.
from the end of the table, mikoto gushed.
itachi smiled back at the young one. “and how do you know my brother, sakura-san?”
this emitted a rosy hue upon sakura’s cheeks— a feat that did not elude sasuke from noticing.
he did not like the attention sakura was giving elsewhere so with one small fist, he pounded at the table to reallocate everyone’s focus.
sakura looked at him worriedly, “sasuke? is something wro-“
“she's my wife!”
a simultaneous noise of utensils hitting tableware was heard.
mikoto coughed lightly, “sasuke dear, you’re seven you can’t be married yet.”
sasuke frowned. “but at the playground shisui said that if i wanted sakura to sleepover at our house, i had to marry her first.”
sakura nodded in agreement. “shisui-san married us under the monkey bars.”
itachi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “did he now?” he turned his attention to his brother, “did sakura’s parents say yes to her sleeping over?”
the pair nodded.
mikoto raised a brow at her husband.
“she can use the guest room,” he said passively.
his wife beamed, satisfied. “next time sasuke, don’t marry friends you want to bring home, okay?”
her son nodded in affirmation. “i know, mom. shisui said i can only marry once. that means i want them to sleep over forever.”
mikoto blinked. “forever?”
sasuke nodded once more. “i'm going to ask sakura’s parents for her to sleep here again tomorrow and the day after that too.”
“and what’ll you do if sakura’s parents say no?”
“ask them again the next day.”
“and what if we say no?”
sasuke only crossed his arms and pouted.
deciding to put the discussion to a halt, the uchihas finally refocused on dinner and let the young pair have their sleepover for the night.
the next day after sakura left their house (despite sasuke’s protests), itachi had to explain what being married actually meant.
“babies?” his brother had his face scrunched up, “that’s almost as gross as salad.”
“not necessarily but it is only for grown ups.” itachi explained, “and salads aren’t that bad. you’ll understand when you’re older.”
“so i can’t marry her ‘til i’m a bajillion?”
itachi shrugged. “let’s say twenties. however until then sakura can only sleep over sometimes but not always.”
sasuke looked to be in heavy contemplation for a long moment as he gazed at his fingers to try and count the years. after a while, he eventually gave up with a sigh “i guess i’ll wait then.”
itachi looked at his brother perplexed “you’re going to marry her again?”
sasuke looked at him like he had three heads. “of course, i am!”