Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. If it were mine, Obito would return home after the war.

Introduction

Long time away from home.

He walked from the streets of Konoha observing all the changes that had occurred in the place he once called home, even though it was when he was still a child. He knew that many things had changed, including the people, after almost ten years of absence. Old colleagues had either married or given up working as a shinobi, some people he had never imagined would ever get married, had found their mates. When he received a wedding invitation from his ex-sensei, a marriage he obviously did not attend, he was really curious, not quite enough to read the invitation, of course. But what was making his stomach burn with anxiety at that moment was to see, after all this time, as the only woman he had in his arms in all his life, was living.

He refused to think she had moved on with another man besides him. Knowing Sakura, she would be waiting for him until now and would welcome him with open arms and an annoyingly beautiful smile on her face.

Naruto said that Sakura moved and that it was not a good idea for him to go see where she lived now and for some reason completely unknown to him, Naruto made him promise not to destroy the village when he found Sakura again. He did not understand the reason but promised anyway, not wanting to alarm the irritating blond that he called a friend.

When he left Naruto's office, he went straight to the old house he shared with Sakura before he left years ago. When he found nothing but dusty furniture, it was the first time he had felt distressed since discovering the real reason why Itachi killed their parents and destroyed his clan, he hated that feeling.

He walked down the dirt road a path at the ends of the city, a little far from the center. He glanced around realizing that the place was a bit isolated and wondered how Sakura, who had always liked the hustle and bustle of the city, decided to live in such a quiet place and away from it all. He spotted a reasonably large house with a white fence around a well tended garden. Without hesitation he reached out and opened the small wooden gate, walked toward the door and knocked before he could think straight and back down the same path that brought him there.

After a few seconds, a girl who appeared to be no more than five years old opened the door with a smile on her face and curious eyes. He felt an uncomfortable weight fall on his stomach as the pink-haired, green-eyed girl who reminded him of his former teammate stared at him suspiciously before opening the mouth. "Mama, there's a man at the door." The little girl screamed in a shrill voice, ripping him out of a state of torpor he had not even noticed had fallen.

"Sora-chan." A voice that he remembered very well, called from inside the house and a few seconds later he saw Sakura with short hair and the usual red dress that now showed part of her belly, wiping the hands on a dishcloth as she walked to the little girl before him. She looked at him with wide eyes and obvious disbelief. "S-Sas..." He watched her stutter and felt like touching her.

"Hey Sakura, what happened." A male voice called with obvious concern.

Sasuke looked puzzled when Kakashi appeared behind Sakura, but he thought it was normal for his old sensei to be around Sakura and Naruto as he always was. Kakashi looked at him for a few seconds and he could see the wrinkle around his eyes that indicated that beneath that mask that was still irritating, even after so many years, there was a smile. "Yo." Kakashi greeted casually and Sasuke nodded as he always did. He felt the weight in his stomach disappear when he saw that some things were still the same.

"Papa, who is he?" The girl who was a copy of Sakura pulled Kakashi's blouse when she asked the question that made Sasuke's heart tighten, with that phrase he felt as if he had been hit by a ton of bricks. He realized that Naruto was right and cursed the moment he promised that he would not destroy Konoha because the anger that was burning inside him would only disappear when he destroyed something or someone, who at the moment might very well be his old perverted sensei.

The realization hit Sasuke in full, the person with whom the sensei got married was his Sakura, the mother of his only daughter. Sasuke retreated unconsciously feeling like if he had been sucked into an alternate universe.

"Sasuke-kun, come in, we have a lot to talk about." Sakura's sweet voice reached his ears making him realize that everything was very real and that he had spent too much time away from home.

Note: This story is KakaSaku and will be from the point of view of Sakura, Kakashi and sometimes Sasuke.

Note to KakaSaku hater: I didn't knnow how many hated this couple until I published this story. So, if you hate KakaSaku and are reading this story, please stop now and look for a SasuSaku that enjoy you. I think searching for stories that you dislike the pairing just to get a chance to offend the author is unnecessary. Thank you, have a good life!