Authors note: Hey. This is my first fanfiction. I've been writing for a while and I had kind of forgotten about it until tonight. I was always too scared to upload it, never thinking that it was ready. But for some reason tonight I am content and ready to upload it. I'm not going to demand that anyone review but I would appreciate it if you did. It would let me know how I am doing and if the story is worth continuing. If you have any questions or anything you'd like to say privately, feel free to PM me. I am welcome to any and all ideas and criticism.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Prologue

"Sakura."

Nothing. Not even a stir. He decided to give her a little nudge, in hopes of waking her. She sighed rolling over onto her other side, mumbling something unintelligible.

"Sakura, wake up. It's time to get up." He said before flinging the covers off of her. This got a reaction out of her. She sat up and glared at Sasuke as he stared down at her without the slightest trace of care on his face.

"What the hell, Sasuke?!" She spat out.

"It's time to get up. It's 7:30." He replied before walking over and snatching the pillow from out beneath her, causing her head to fall onto the mattress. She bit out a growl as he threw the pillow down on her face. Smacking it off she complained.

"I don't even get a 'Good morning, Honey'?" She watched as he stopped his retreating to the door to turn around and look at her with a soft glare. All she got was a 'Good morning' before being left in the room in silence. Huffing she looked at the clock. Holy shit, it really is after 6:00. I'm gonna be late! Running to the closet she grabbed the first pair of jeans and T-shirt she could find, with the t-shirt in her teeth she hopped across the room while slipping her legs in the pants. Hopping down the stairs, she had to pause at one of the steps to finish putting her shirt on.

"Breakfast is in here." She heard a call from the kitchen. Arriving in the kitchen she found Sasuke already ready for work, eating his breakfast without a care in the world. "I'll get to work on your lunch!" She exclaimed before running to the fridge. She heard a grunt in reply.

After finishing his lunch, she shoved it into a paper bag, running to find a permanent marker before scribbling a note on the bag. Sasuke was already at the door, book bag in hand ready to head to class. "Wait!" She exclaimed while his hand was on the knob.

"Don't forget your lunch!" She ran to him and handed out the bag.

"Oh, thanks." He said before turning to the door. Sakura pouted. That's it?

"I don't get a kiss?" She asked while he was already out the door. He stopped and paused, sighing before turning around and giving her a peck on the lips. She leaned in, expecting another kiss but when she opened her eyes he was walking out the door. She leaned out of the opening, looking down the stairs.

"I love you!" She called, he turned around and gave a wave, with a half 'yeah, you too' before leaving her alone. Sakura's shoulders slouched. Yeah, sounds like it. She thought bitterly.

Sakura sat in class, staring at the exam in front of her, determined to remember what she crammed in her head the night before. She's been told repeatedly that cramming for a test the night before never works, but somehow that's all she ended up doing with everything else that was in the way of her time.

She sighed before putting her fingers to her temple, completely freaking out. I'm going to completely fail this test! Then I'll get a zero and it'll bring down my grade and I won't be able to make it up and then I'll fail the class! I'll end up having to drop out! She shook her head and took a deep breathe in attempt to cast those evil thoughts out and focus on the test. Thinking those thoughts would definitely not help. Skimming to the next question, she continued.

"Sakura." The professor said sternly. He was handing out graded essays as they all passed him to exit the class. "Here's your essay. I suggest you try a bit harder next time if you expect to pass this class with a decent grade." She looked at the grade circled in the top right as the essay fell into her hands. Her heart sank. An F? How could this happen? She looked at her professor in misery. He returned her look with a shrug of his shoulders as to say 'It's not my fault you got an F'. She groaned before sulking on her way out of the classroom.

What the hell am I gonna do? I can't fail! Sakura was currently on her way home to change for work, she had to be there soon. With a glance at her watch, she noticed she was most likely going to be late if she continued at this rate. Breaking into a jog, she headed for the apartment.

Storming into her room, she stripped of her clothing before throwing on her work clothes. Looking over her form in the mirror while putting her hair up, she realized she was missing something. Pulling the hair bow tight she studied herself. Aha! My nametag! But where is it...?

Clothes were flinging all over the room as she looked through the laundry, flinging forms of clothing behind her after checking for her nametag. She found it at the very bottom, a bright purple sock hiding it. Snatching it, she ran to her purse and headed down the stairs while trying to pin it to her shirt at the same time. Slamming the door on her way out, she flew down the stairs, only to remember that she didn't lock the door. One quick lap back up the stairs and a locked door later, she found herself outside, trying to weave her way through the crowd as fast as she could. I'm going to be late! Ugh! Christine is so going to kill me!

Noticing the crowd up above waiting for the sign to pass across the crosswalk, she slowed to a walk. No point in running for now, not until I can pass. She breathed a sigh of relief at having a few seconds to just walk and relax when she was soaked with icy cold water from her knees down, jerking her out of reverie. She sucked in a huge breath, turning to glare at the taxi that just passed by. Great. Now I have a wet uniform to work in. She thought before turning around to continue to walk to the crosswalk. Glaring at anything and anyone she could all the way to work.

Standing at the crosswalk, she pulled out her phone to send a quick text to Sasuke. Miss you. Hope you are having a good day today. Can't wait to see you after work xoxoxo.

"Sakura." Christine scolded as she hurried to clock in. "You're not only ten minutes late, but you're fifteen minutes late."

"I know, I'm sorry!" She replied quickly "Where do you need me?"

"Register 5." She answered before giving Sakura a stern look before getting back to her business.

Walking to lane 5 she turned on her light, setting things up as quickly as she could before a customer were to show up. Today was Wednesday so it was going to be a busy day. Soon enough, there was a line at her register and she was scanning groceries.

Trudging through the hallway and into her bedroom Sakura plopped down onto her bed. Laying on her back she stared at the ceiling. She was missing Sasuke. She pouted at remembering the text he sent to her earlier on her break, telling her that he was going to have to work late and to not wait up. Ugh, his work always causes him to work late. She complained to herself, before covering her face with a pillow and groaning inside it with frustration. She just wished she could have some time to hang out with him. The moments they actually got to spend quality time with each other were few and far inbetween,A few moments later of just listening to her breathing she turned her head to see the clock. 7:30.

Sighing she sat up slowly. Might as well start on the laundry. She thought, spotting dirty clothes scattered all over the room. She grabbed the basket and started throwing clothes into it, following the trail to the stairs as she stopped every once in a while to pick up an article of clothing stranded on a step here and there. Throwing the clothes in the wash she headed back upstairs and took a look around. It's probably time to wash the sheets and pillowcases too. I bet I could have them washed before Sasuke gets home.

Pulling off all of the pillow cases, she stacked them in a pile in the floor, throwing the pillows in the corner of the room. She reached for one of the open corners of the mattress, pulling up the sheet. She pulled the other corner off as well before attempting to pull the whole sheet off. It wouldn't budge. She lifted it up higher and pulled. Stubborn sheet. She complained before walking over to one of the corners of the bed next to the wall, reaching under to pull the sheet up. What she wasn't expecting was what popped up with it.

Half noticeable and half crammed between the mattress and the wall was what looked like some red material. Putting the sheet in the pile with the pillow cases she reached over the bed to retrieve the article of clothing. What the hell...? She thought as she furrowed her eyebrows. In the back of her head she realized her heart had slowly started picking up pace. Ignoring the fact, she looked down at what she held in her hands. A pair of red lace panties. Unfolding them she looked closely at them. There was a little black bow in the middle, with black lace down the sides. I don't remember having a pair like this...and if these were mine...why would they be shoved back there? She thought confused.

She couldn't breathe. She hadn't thought of a single coherent thought about what was going on. She refused to admit that what could be happening was happening. Slowly walking over to her dresser, she opened her drawer with ease, rummaging through it. There they were. Her pair of red lace panties mixed in with the pile with the rest of them. Reaching her hand in, she picked them up and looked at them. Then she looked at the ones in her other hand. Her heart stopped at the realization as she sucked in a breath. These...aren't mine.

It was after midnight. Sakura had sat at the dining room table all night, staring at her text book. There was a sheet of paper lying right next to it with a pencil laying neatly on top of it. There were no words on the paper. She sat lifeless, like a doll. She sat leaned back in the chair, her hands limply in her lap, simply staring at the book.

She didn't know what she was going to do. She was in another state, enrolled in a college, living in an apartment that she only paid half the rent for. Sasuke and her had put together their money to be able to pay all of the bills. There was no way in hell she was staying with him. But when she thought of breaking up with him, she knew there was no way she'd be able to afford an apartment on her own here. Even if she worked more hours, she still wouldn't make enough. And if they broke up, she'd have to leave. She can't go to school with no place to live. She couldn't afford to pay for a hotel to stay. If she left him, she'd have to go back home. And she'd lose her scholarship.

But then she couldn't even think of living with him knowing that he was doing what he was doing. Sleeping next to him, having to do basic things with him like cuddling with him while watching T.V., eat meals with him. All the normal things she would do. She knew she wouldn't be able to pull that off. She wouldn't be able to hide from him that she knew. She was starting to feel sick to her stomach.

Even though it was clear what the truth was, a part of her still didn't want to believe it. A part of her still thought hopelessly deep down, that this was just one big mistake. That she just jumped to conclusions and that there was an honest excuse for all of it. Lightly wiping away a tear that had found its way down her cheek, she got up and left the table, heading up the stairs.

Gliding her hand up the wall, she looked at the pictures that adorned it, pictures of her and Sasuke. They seemed happy in the pictures. Were they not happy in reality? Has she just been blind this whole time and Sasuke was never happy with her? Entering their room she stopped in the middle, taking a look at everything. Everything was nicely arranged, everything in its place. She had finished the laundry and the sheets and had made up the bed. The room was spotless. The way Sasuke liked it.

All she could do was stand there. She was staring at the bed. Not able to sit on it or even touch it after knowing that there had been...another woman in there with Sasuke. Another woman under the covers. Another woman feeling him, touching him, kissing him. Kissing what was hers. But if this had been going on then he never really was hers then was he?

"Sakura?" She snapped out of her reverie to look behind her. It was Sasuke. She really must have been out of it. She didn't hear him open the door, she didn't even hear him come up the stairs. "I've been calling you, did you not hear me?"

She turned back to the bed. "Sorry. I was lost in thought." There was no reply, but she heard his soft steps coming up behind her.

Sakura watched as he sat down on his side of the bed and emptied his pockets. His normal routine upon arriving home from work.

He knew something was wrong. He didn't need to ask. He knew she would tell him on her own. So he waited. What felt like hours she finally got up and walked over to one of their night tables, pulling out something that he couldn't see.

"Sakura?...What is it?"

She turned around. Holding up a piece of fabric. Sasuke could see what she was holding. He said nothing as he seemed to be shocked at what she had found. He looked her in the eyes.

"What are those?" He said monotonously.

"You know exactly what they are." She stated. Although he could hear her just fine, Sakura new she couldn't have been speaking above a whisper. He just looked at them before looking down at the bed. "They aren't mine. You and I both know that." She leaned over and threw them in front of him. He didn't dare touch them. He just sat there staring at them as if...in shame. He looked at her and she could see what looked to be a slight sliver of hurt in his eyes before vanishing.

"You know I love yo-"

"Shut up." She interrupted. "Don't give me that bullshit. I've been falling for it long enough, don't you think? Because it's clear that you don't feel that way."

"I do!" He said quickly. "I do, I do. Sakura, I do. I do care about you. I love you. I...I..."

"Save it." Sakura had tears welling up in her eyes. Hearing him say that, and seeing the look on his face, it made her want to run over to him and hold him, tell him that it's ok and that she loved him too. That everything would be alright. But she knew she couldn't. "She's obviously more important than me, so I guess you'll be happier with her. I bet whoever it is will be happy that she can finally have you all to herself." He looked at her with a mad look on his face.

"I can't help that I have feelings for her! She is special to me too. I'm sorry, but I don't want you to go. Can't you stay?" He asked.

Sakura exploded at that. "Stay?! With you? A man who is cheating on me?! You want me to stay with you?! Why the hell would I do that? Do you not have morals? Do you even know what the word loyalty means?!"

"I don't love her. I love you. I don't choose her over you, obviously since I'm living with you. Don't do this. We can make it work, I know-"

"Oh, really?" She asked rudely. "And how do you suppose we do that, huh?" He paused, trying to find the right words.

"Can't you just...ugh..I don't know? Look past it?" Sakura gaped. She couldn't believe those words had just come out of his mouth. What the hell was this man thinking? "You can see other guys if you want too, it could be an open-"

"What the fuck?! You want me to-