Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated: T
Fears
Scene 1
The music was loud, she couldn't even hear her own thoughts, but she was here because of him. Sasuke.
Sakura Haruno, at the age of 18 she goes to her ever first club. Her boyfriend Sasuke Uchiha made her go, 'to try it out and have some different kind of fun with him for once' he said, so she did. She called her best friend, Ino Yamanaka, to help her pick an outfit and do her make up. Sai, Ino's boyfriend drove them all to the club, he wasn't gonna drink anyway.
She was sitting in a booth with all her friends and Sasuke right next to her, giving her a drink that wasn't a virgin. They could see the dance floor perfectly. She was suddenly yanked into Sasuke's lap with her back to him. He whispered in her ear how sexy she looked with the little, tight, black skirt and how he wanted to see her dance for him, so she did. She gave him a dirty lap dance following the beat of the music. He was giving kisses all over her shoulder and neck, talking to her how much he liked her in so little clothes and looking so seductive.
She turned and kissed him, roughly, desperately. Her tongue lapping on his lips wanting entrance. He gave it to her and took control over the kiss with ease, making her come to jello in his hands.
They parted and Sakura got up to get something to drink telling him she'll be back. She went to the bar, ordered her drink and waited a bit, she turned to Sasuke but was ... disappointed to see him looking at other women dancing near him. She walked back sitting next to him and smiled pleasantly at him, he only smirked. They drank some more and Sakura saw his gaze linger in the crowd to a girl with flaming red hair.
She felt sick. She couldn't breath properly. She felt like something heavy was on top of her lungs, denying her to take a deep breath. She knew it was jealousy and ... hatred. Not for the girl, not for Sasuke.
For herself.
She felt so insecure. So fucking ugly. All the things she could see Sasuke not liking about her body flashing in front of her face. Sometimes he would let go of the stoick look and show his true feelings. When they were alone and she made something, showed him something on her body, or his eyes lingered on a spot with a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes, she knew that look. The look of disgust. She could feel herself getting dizzy, wanting to cry. She was always weak when it came to pleasing somebody and when she didn't make somebody happy enough, she put all the blame on herself for being so fucked up. Not good enough, not right!
It made her feel so ugly, so unwanted. Imperfect. So much to look at that wasn't right. Not right.
She told her friends she needed a bit of fresh air. She moved through the crowds, the same words going inside her mind like a mantra.
Not good enough.
Not good enough.
Not good enough.
Not good ENOUGH!
Air. Fresh air going in her lungs. Thats all she felt after she made the first steps out of the club. She felt the burning sensation in her eyes, but willed her tears away, Ino put a lot of effort and work to make her look pretty. She was gonna suck it up and NOT cry!
Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder and she flinched to the person. Eyes blacker than midnight, greeted her.
Sasuke ... she whispered his name lovingly, like always.
Let's ditch this place ... he would say with a genuine smile and she would nod and go anywhere with him.
A/N: This is gonna be short stories of all the feelings that I have, but never share. The main characters will always be Sasuke and Sakura. The plots will be different depending on my moods. The stories might be long or really short, like this one. I will not update frequently.
-RalitsaR