Prologue
"Don't worry when I argue with you, worry when I stop; because it means there is nothing left to fight for."
|Sakura|
"Alright Mama!" Sarada called from the doorway as she ran out, "I'm off to school!"
"See ya!" I yelled from the living room.
The door slammed shut and I was, once again, left to an empty home.
'Seven hours to myself, maybe even more if Sarada decides to hang out after school.' I got up, bending down to pick up some magazines left on the floor, 'Maybe I should go shopping. Treat myself to something nice for once.'
"Yeah, that's what I'll do." I said aloud, heading towards the door for my keys, "It's about time I stopped cooping myself up in this house and did something fun."
Just as I was reaching the front, the door suddenly swung open and Sasuke stumbled inside. He had dark bags under bloodshot eyes and a complexion paler than usual.
If I didn't know better, I'd have said he was a zombie.
"Sasuke-kun? Daijōbu?" I asked him, helping him inside.
I kicked the door shut behind us and led him to the living room where I laid him into the sofa.
He didn't answer me, and instead placed his hands on his head and sighed, causing me to bite my tongue.
'He always does this. Maybe it'd be better if I didn't ask.'
Looking him over again, I forced myself to persevere, 'How can he come in here looking like he's half-dead and not give me an answer?'
"Sasuke-kun, are you okay?" I touched his shoulder lightly, trying to speak as sweetly as possible.
"I don't want to talk about it." He turned his back to me.
"Oh hoh." I nodded my head, heading towards the closet in front of the steps, "That's how it is."
"That's how what is?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled from the sofa.
"I know why you never tell me anything." I told him as I grabbed a sweater, "You think I'm too weak to handle it, don't you."
"...What?" He sat up, giving me his full attention.
"I'm just your housewife, you put me up on a pedestal to look good and take care of Sarada; nothing more, maybe even less. Am I right?"
"Sakura, that's not..." Sasuke shook his head, "I don't think you're weak. I just don't want you to—"
"Worry? Why? Do you think I'll collapse from anxiety or shock?" I pressed him, the fierce nature in me beginning to break out.
He pursed his lips, "Look, I am not in the mood for this. I just had a lot to deal with yesterday night and I would appreciate it if you—"
"If only you would talk to me, then maybe I could—"
"You don't have the power to do anything Sakura!" He raised his voice, a vein in his forehead making itself known, "Is this your way of helping me?! Interrogating me until my head explodes and I find myself wishing I was back at work?!"
"Sasuke-kun..." I was at a loss for words.
He hung his head, whispering, "All I want is to come back from a long night of work and relax in my home. Is that too much to ask for? Am I in the wrong here?"
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel any worse." I apologized.
This was how most of our arguments went: he would ignore me, I'd call him out for it, and then we'd go back and forth until I was guilt-tripped into apologizing.
Except something different occurred. This time, Sasuke didn't accept my apology, he just let out a heavy sigh and walked up stairs.
I should have realized that would be the catalyst for the fall of everything.