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Broken Together is Infinitely Better than Broken Apart

Summary:

Sasuke doesn't like to share his possessions. Itachi and Shisui don't like to share their treasures. Sakura just wants to be happy and left alone with her favorite two Uchiha who may or may not be homicidal, mentally unstable sociopaths. Or in which Itachi and Shisui are fed up with sacrificing for the good of the Clan and give them the finger or else.

Notes:

This will mostly be told from the point of view of Itachi and Shisui so it might not seem to make sense because they're not right in the head. Well not the ways it doesn't matter in anyway. I was inspired by mrie's writing style from their fanfic Shades of Sunrise.

Chapter 1: Sasuke Doesn't Share

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Uchiha Sasuke was many things. A fighter, a teammate, an Uchiha, and a friend. But he was also a brother, and a man. So, it was unheard of that Sasuke would ever be undignified. That wasn’t an Uchiha trait. In fact, it was so un-Uchiha like behavior, that he was always afraid that he’d be magically found out by and scolded within an inch of his life by his father should he indulge. But this…...this situation would have to be forgiven. Because Sasuke broke a major Uchiha rule, unspoken though it might have been, and gawked. Like a regular shinobi. Sakura, his Sakura goddamnit, wasn’t out with just one of his shinobi relatives. She was out with his Aniki and his Aniki’s best friend/favorite cousin Shisui. Not just out though, oh no, it could never be that fucking simple with those two bastards. No. She was enjoying herself with them. Like she should be enjoying herself with him and the Dumbass. Not them! Not his traitorous relatives. The thought had his Sharingan spinning dangerously.

“Ne Itachi, I think we’ve upset Sasuke-chan.” Uchiha Shisui said offhandedly. “So, it would seem.” Uchiha Itachi agreed. They both looked down at the dainty, but monstrously strong pink haired woman nestled between them on the three-man bench, sipping her tea without a care in the world, and found that they couldn’t be bothered to care about Sasuke’s feelings. Thunderous chakra approached them, and Sakura paused, cup halfway to her slightly open lips to frown. Shisui stiffened. He and Itachi knew just how Sasuke could harm the pinkette when he felt like she’d damaged his pride. “Sakura.” Sasuke said evenly, his Sharingan being the only sign that he was angry. “Sasuke.” Sakura said just as evenly as she set the teacup back on its saucer. “What the fuck are you doing?” Sasuke asked, so much more behind his deceptively innocent question. “Having tea with Itachi and Shisui.” Sakura replied, also saying more with her simple answer than mere words. “Do you think I’m stupid?” Sasuke snapped. Something about this was just wrong to the youngest Uchiha. Sakura wasn’t theirs. She was his. And Naruto’s. And Kakashi’s. She was Team 7’s. And he was gonna remind her of that. Both older men were now stiff beside the pinkette. Sasuke was foolish. He hurt without thought. “Occasionally.” Sakura replied calmly. Sasuke’s hand moved toward her, wanting to shake her. It was gripped in an iron grasp. “Let go of me Aniki. She’s not yours.” Sasuke said coldly. “Nor is she yours foolish ototo.” Itachi replied calmly. Shisui was coaxing Sakura to try a dango stick from the plate he’d just purchased because it was now cool enough for consumption. Sakura was always allowed first pick of colors. Unlike with her teammates, where they chose everything for her. Sakura always chose the green one at the bottom of the pile. Because she knew Itachi liked the pink ones and Shisui liked the white ones. And she liked the green ones because they tasted like her two favorite Uchiha. Sasuke struggled in his brother’s grasp because he knew that he still wasn’t as strong as the elder. And it burned him up inside. Sometimes, it burned him outside too, like now when Sakura wasn’t immediately jumping into his arms. “Say ahh.” Shisui teased as he held a stick with three beautiful green dango to her mouth. Sakura dutifully said ahh as she opened her mouth for a bite. Sasuke imagined her mouth closing around something else instead, and his Sharingan whirled lazily. Itachi’s grip on his wrist tightened painfully for a moment, because he knew what the younger was thinking. And it disgusted him.


Shisui and Itachi were the only two Uchiha that lived in the village proper rather than at the Uchiha Compound. When asked about it, Uchiha Fugaku would get an oddly nervous look on his face and state that his son was old enough to do as he liked as was his nephew. And it had nothing to do with the pinkette sitting between the two now, being protected but not shielded because she wasn’t a wilting daisy or at least, that’s what the Clan Head claimed. But Fugaku knew that his Clan was fundamentally screwed up mentally and emotionally. He wasn’t stupid. His youngest son above all else, was damaged goods. And he blamed his own stupidity for it. But even he, Fugaku, couldn’t be held responsible for how foolish Sasuke was when it came to Sakura.


Chapter 2: Broken Like Me

Summary:

Sasuke goes too far and Sakura has nowhere else to turn. Or in which Sasuke throws a tantrum and Sakura runs to the only two people who could understand and fix it. In their own messed up way.

Notes:

I am sorry that these chapters are so awkward and nonsensical lol. Tensai like Itachi and hotheads like Shisui make this very difficult to write properly lol.

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Shisui opens their shared apartment, one bedroom for reasons that no one will ever know because fuck the world, and Sakura is standing there, shaking like a leaf and looking like everything she’d ever known and loved was callously taken from her in one fell swoop. With scorch marks on her clothes, burn marks on her skin, and so much blood that even the Sharingan pales in comparison. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to come to.” Her voice is small and broken and Shisui feels hatred course through his aristocratic veins. “Don’t apologize. Please come inside. I’ll get Itachi.” He said in a soft voice, pitched to comfort but never judge. Itachi comes out of their room, hair messy and no Sharingan because he trusts Shisui and Sakura like he’s never trusted another. Both of his trusted people see the second, no the instant, Itachi realizes what’s going on. The way his dark eyes narrow then bleed crimson with the Sharingan. They don’t have to ask who did it. They knew. Just like she knew why they didn’t have more than one bedroom in their apartment. Why they stuck together like glue. It wasn’t anything improper. They weren’t inbred, incestuous bastards, but they were both broken in fundamental ways, and they needed each other. And Sakura knew that. The tears are silent at first, but then the sobbing starts, and she falls apart, cradled in the arms of the two most mentally fucked up people in Konoha. The salty liquid burns her burns and that makes her cry more. But if they’re fucked up, then so is she. And that is unforgivable to both men. Sakura is supposed to be untarnished. Their Amazon princess with hands that can shatter even the heavens.


“This is unforgivable.” Itachi said calmly as the sleeping kunoichi lay curled in his arms, face pressed into his neck, and he can feel the scorch marks warming his skin. “Yes, it is.” Shisui agreed simply. Sakura clings to Itachi in her sleep and leaves them both to seethe in helpless anger. “He fucking burned her Itachi.” Shisui can barely grit the words out. “Yes, he did.” Itachi was the one agreeing this time. Shisui thinks he might not be able to breathe because Sakura was supposed to be off-limits. They had warned the Clan as they got approval


‘What a fucking joke.’ Shisui thinks


to live in the village proper. That was the one stipulation they made to leave peacefully instead of getting pissed and leaving violently. Itachi stood, all fluid, deadly grace and repressed killing intent with Sakura cradled gently in his arms. “She shouldn’t wake up on the floor.” He explained when Shisui looked at him sharply, feminine shaped eyes bleeding red with helpless fury. They didn’t know how to direct it. Sakura had to tell them where and how to direct it.


Sakura woke up late into the early morning crying hoarsely. “Shh Sakura please don’t cry. It’ll be ok. We’ll make it ok.” Shisui never begs unless it involves her. This beautiful spring child who is usually all sunshine and smiles and cooling balm to their broken savagery because they’re monsters and she’s heavenly grace and kindness and oh gods they think they might love her in their imperfect, fucked up, damaged way. Sakura clings to them, rainstorms and broken pain and they want to make it better but they don't know how and it hurts so damned much that both Uchiha's Sharingan are activated despite there being no enemies and no need to have the deadly doujutsu on.

Chapter 3: Almost Alright

Summary:

It's a slow process but in the end, Sakura knew she came to the right place.

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It took Sakura a few days to recover enough that she didn't start randomly crying. That was fine, Shisui and Itachi had nothing but time. The two Uchiha might have been pretty good on their own, but when they teamed up to get something done, they could move mountains and more. Sakura was worth all their combined efforts and more in their opinions.

The three of them are on the couch again and Sakura is curled in on herself as she prepared herself mentally to tell them what happened. Rough hands, rough from years of handling various instruments of death, pet her hair and her back and they just want her to please be ok again. “Tell us. We’ll listen.” Itachi said simply as his eyes resumed their cobalt black hue. Sharingan was intimidation and they never intimidated Sakura. “Sasuke said he wanted to spar. I agreed because I needed to work some things out of my own before I could bring them to you two.” Sakura sniffled softly. The two Uchiha listened silently, focused on her. “What happened next?” Itachi’s soft voice encouraged the pinkette. “Sasuke started raving, talking about how he would never let me go, that I belonged to them. It was so creepy.” Sakura shuddered, hand glowing green to heal what Sasuke hurt. “He said that he had to remind me of that. I was Team 7 and no one else could have me.” She whispered. “Did he force himself on you?” Shisui looked alarmed. “No. Even he’s not that stupid. He knows I can break him in half. Literally if need be.” Sakura snorted wetly. The crazy pair of Uchiha smiled at the image. “Anyway, he attacked me. Like I was a real enemy. And I kicked his ass…… barely. But he launched that fireball at me without a care that it could kill me.” Sakura finished her story with a hitch in her voice. Two sets of warm arms wrapped around the pink haired medic. “Can I stay here for a few days?” She asked wetly. “Absolutely.” Shisui replied, Itachi nodding silently on her other side. “Thanks.” Sakura breathed out a sigh of relief. The three of them laid together in the bed that should be two beds and Sakura relaxed, body going slack as she finally felt like she could be ok.

Sakura cooked for them because Itachi and Shisui were hopeless in a kitchen. They usually ate at the Compound with Fugaku and Mikoto. She didn’t mind cooking for the two. They were something she was allowing herself to be selfish about. Itachi and Shisui didn’t snub her food like her boys did. Naruto didn’t do it maliciously, he just honestly lived for ramen, but Sasuke did. He did it to keep her close. If she could just cook a little better. But now, she was over that. Sakura was done being sweet, selfless little Sakura-chan that endured her teammates being douchebags to her. “Can I live here? With you two?” She asked as they ate. If they hadn’t been who they were, they’d probably have choked on their food. But because they were who they were, the thought never crossed either of their minds to say no. “Of course. Shisui and I can use the couches.” Itachi said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “No.” Sakura said softly. “Pardon?” Shisui wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly. “No. I don’t want to sleep by myself.” Sakura repeated herself. “You don’t mind if we sleep with you? We don’t want to take advantage of you.” Itachi asked. Sakura nodded. “I don’t mind. I hate my bed at home. It’s so big and empty by myself.” She replied. “Bring it. We’ll get rid of our smaller bed.” Shisui said. Sakura smiled and nodded. “Ok.” She said softly. “We’ll help you move after we eat.” Itachi agreed softly. And Sakura thinks that they’re so sweet and beautiful and gods she loves them both so fucking much that she wants to scream. “Thank you.” She smiles instead. And Sakura likes to think that they both smiled back. They thanked Sakura for the food and dug into the best meal they’d ever tasted. And they weren’t afraid to tell her so. Sakura blushed softly. “It’s not that good, is it?” She asked. “Yes, it truly is. Even Mikoto-sama can’t cook this well.” Shisui replied. Itachi nodded as he ate. He loved his mother, but her cooking often left something to be desired to him. Sakura’s cooking was flavorful and fragrant as well. If they hadn’t loved her before, they loved her now for sure.

Sakura looked around at the apartment that she now shared with two broken men and smiled softly. It looked less like a military dorm room and more like a home. “I like it.” Itachi spoke softly from her right. “Yeah, me too.” Shisui agreed. “Please take care of me.” Sakura said shyly. “Forever.” The two Uchiha replied. Sakura smiled softly and settled between them on the couch, content radiating from her. The cousins sat with her, and she leaned into Itachi, holding Shisui’s hand. She was calm and quiet, not feeling like crying anymore. “What about them? Your teammates?” Shisui whispered. Itachi expected Sakura to stiffen, to give an excuse. But he knew her better. She merely smiled softly. “They can respect my choice, or they can go fuck themselves.” Sakura said. Shisui snorted in amusement. That was more like the Sakura they knew and loved more than anything in the world. “We’re sorry we couldn’t keep you from being harmed.” Itachi spoke softly. “It wasn’t your fault. Sasuke would have done it elsewhere. This had to happen so that he could see that I’m not a pet kunoichi.” Sakura replied softly.