I am Kristy245 and this is my first FanFiction story. Usually I do the world a favor by reviewing the stories of others so I thought it about time to through myself out there for critiquing. I originally had not intended to leave any author notes as I find it unprofessional but it may very well help me in this competition to develop a connection with my readers.

Her Problem

The room was a mess; CDs, shoes and clothes strewn all over the place. Every step taken was another obstacle overcame. She –preferably– wouldn't have come out of bed had it not been for the 'impending issue' -that seemed to make everything else an issue- she was to take care of today.

She rolled off the bed intending to roll out of bed and landed with a small thud.

"Hmm."

"Sorry," she yawned.

Yes, some very important business.

The spring bed squeaked and groaned.

"What?" she snapped hastily putting on her shirt.

"Why leave now?" blatantly asked the ignorant pig in bed.

"You know why," she answered impatiently as her unsteady fingers struggled to zip her fly.

"No. I don't."

God. Why this morning of all mornings to play on her nerves. The morning, the morning she was planning to confess. She at least wanted to be in a good mood so when she put in her eye drops she could be merciful too.

The phone rings and Sakura rushes to get to it first, a constant game they always played.

"Hello? No, she's mine. Hey, do me a favor and get lost. She's not never going to love you-"

She snatches the phone to discover the call had been disconnected.

"Fucker! Ya' damn jackass! What if you hadn't hung up properly?"

The realization of such a possibility struck them and she hurried to see the missed call. She called it back.

"Ring… Ring…. Hello, Sakura?"

"Hi Sasuke."

"Why did you hang up on me just now?" Sakura shifted her weight in breathlessness, "Where are you?"

"Uh- the phone slipped out of my hand and flipped shut. Um- I'm stuck in traffic."

"Hey? You okay? You sound nervous."

"-Yeah I'm fine, look, I'm on a conference call on the other line because I'm so late…. I've got to go now, okay?"

"Sure. Just look, I know you're probably under a lot of pressure, just don't lose yourself okay?"

"Yeah-"

"And Sakura, remember, I love you."

"Yeah, I-um love you too Sasuke."

God. She knew she was on her way to dump the man today but God, it didn't mean she didn't have a heart. She had been sick of lying to him but that lie had felt like the worst.

She loved him, she loved him when they met, when they began courting and one year later when he knelt on one knee. She'll always love him… than she met the pathetic lying in bed. It was like a new adventure, a secret life, something new and exciting out of her monotonous routine although she knew it was sinfully wrong and against her morals and instincts. Sasuke was great, he really was… but she only saw him a week a month because of his business.

She was going to break up with her fiancé.

His Problem

He paced up and down in the hall of their seven story mansion. Sakura hated size but he had insisted.

"When I was younger we lived in a seven story house and it was the happiest home I knew."

She sighed in defeat, "Okay Sasuke, if it means so much to you-"

"It does."

He remembered when all the extended family came his father would disappear. Idle and curious one day he followed him. Up to the seventh floor beyond the attic wall was nothing short of a hidden away arcade and game room complete with wine cellar and bar. His thoughts wondered back to why he was back in Japan from Sound three weeks before time. He began to rehearse in his mind how to break to her the news or rather, his confession.

'Sakura, I have something to tell, it only happened twice- no …it happened way more than two,' even while they were dating, 'but Sakura, I love you and I'm tired of living like- I hate my job and I hate being away from you. I'm not going to work so much anymore. I don't want it to end between us.'

His forehead creased with lines of worry.

The Accident

Sakura stayed at an apartment near to her job during the week or when she was too tired for a long trip home. Sasuke seldom visited Sakura at her apartment. To leave her notes and gifts and whenever he waited for her there somehow it always led to sex and taking the next day of work off to talk, cook and go for strolls. It was like they would forever be the giggling teenagers; however that hadn't happened in a long time.

Sakura would usually have jogged than showered either back at the apartment or at work but she was restless and couldn't conceive the thought of herself doing that at the moment. She had suddenly felt stuffy and trapped at her apartment and ran out but she knew from what she was really running. She was heading straight home to shower and then sulk all day in their bed comforted by their sheets. It was all she had left to hang onto.

Sakura was lonely and she missed him. She knew this 'fling' wasn't serious or that it would last long. It was fun and out of the ordinary but her lover was a loser and immature and so was what she was doing.

She remembered their last conversation before he left for Suna.

"Sasuke, is everything fine?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yes. It's just that….'

"What?"

"I get the feeling you're not telling me something."

Sasuke continued to pack his suitcase in silence and as each second ticked by she grew more concerned.

"You know you can tell me anything right? Because I love you, you know what that means? That means I love and accept everything about you- anything you think or do or say or feel before you even think, do, say or feel it."

The sound of Sasuke zipping up his suitcase seemed to raggedly saw the conversation to a dismissive halt. He tilted his head back and the curtain of bangs fell from his eyes. Sakura didn't want to smother him but remind him that she was there and he wasn't alone. Now as she was sitting frustrated and impatient she didn't mind squeezing it out of him. Whatever conversation they had it was like the elephant in the room. It grew bigger and bigger to the point where she just couldn't ignore it or get around it anymore.

"You know what? I'll wait, just tell me when you're ready. I'll be right here to listen."

Sakura mentally kicked herself for saying that and when the light turned green, gunned it down the highway. She was driving so fast that the scenery was a blur and the more emotional she began to feel was another ten miles an hour. First she found she couldn't get enough air into her lungs and began gasping. It felt as though there was a boulder that rested on her heart and sunk it deeply into her chest. She started tearing up at the wheel and when she looked up she hadn't enough time to react.

Sasuke paced up and down until he could no longer. He had arrived at his final rehearsal. Just tell her everything- absolutely every single thing. However, this decision made him quite uneasy. The air was heavier and seemed to press down on him. Every step he took gravity seemed to pull his foot back down with a force making it difficult to walk.

He knew he was frightened of the results. He was risking Sakura, his life, by telling her everything that basically their marriage was based off of was a lie. What might happen haunted him as he drove. He would go to the apartment and let whatever happen, happen.

As he slowed down at a red light waiting for a chance to enter a lane on the highway he admired a car from his most preferred dealer. Distracted, a truck suddenly slammed into his sleek blue car and knocked his head on the steering wheel unconscious causing a constant honk. His foot smashed the accelerator and he rammed himself into another car.