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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, if I did I would make Gaara and Sakura fall madly in love with each other. (dramatically puts hand over forehead)
Summary: When Sasuke finds out his wife
Is cheating on him and is pregnant with Gaara's baby. A few unexpected events change Sakura's life forever. My first Naruto fanfic, actually my first fanfic. Anyway R&R. Flames accepted (I'm an arsonist Mwahahahaha!) I want to know how I do. GaaraSakura
A/N ( to tell you the truth when I read this over I actually laughed. I'm a bad person.)
There were times when Sakura thought Sasuke didn't love her. That she doubted everything they had built together. Memories flooded her mind as she sat crying in a corner of her bedroom.
Flashback
"What are you doing?" the pink haired woman asked curiously as her husband rummaged through her belongings. She began walking towards the bed struggling with the now clean laundry she had just brought upstairs. Sasuke hadn't answered her. She dumped the load onto the bed turning around to face her husband.
'Maybe he didn't here me.' Sakura thought. So she simply repeated herself. After all her husband was never the type to jump right into answering people, and she was pretty sure he wasn't going to start now.
"Are you looking for something? I might have moved it when I was cleaning earlier."
Still no answer. Sakura's hand clenched momentarily. Crinkling the white T-shirt in her hands. She was certain that he had heard what she'd said. He was purposefully ignoring her.
'Damn him.'
"I said can I fucking help your ass?" her voice was hoarse from yelling. Sasuke stopped moving, visibly straining.
'At least I got his attention' Sakura thought triumphantly.
The floor creaked behind her, indicating that Sasuke was moving.
'Most likely leaving the room. I might as well try to get my answer out of him now. It's about as good a time as any.'
"About ready to answer my ques-"
/WHAM/
Sakura wasn't able to react between the time she was in Sasuke's hands and slammed into the wall. A surging pain taking over her back, she clenched her teeth against the agony. Her skin twisted around her wrist bone under the confinement of his grasp. She slipped into a state of self-consciousness. The only feeling she was aware of was the pain that shot up her still throbbing back. as she allowed a gasp to penetrate her closed lips, she noticed her breathing was erratic and her chest hurt. Every breath welcoming a whimper of pain.
Her eyes burned, yet no tears were shed. She refused to cry in front of him. His voice was a muffled shout in her mind. She suddenly found herself wanting her body to go numb. Without further warning she was flung to the ground. A sickening crack was heard once her body came in contact with the hard wood floor. Another jolt of pain shot through her again. This time in her left arm. Sakura's shriek of pain pierced the air as she collapsed fully onto the ground. Sasuke's footsteps rung in her head. Clear enough for her to realize that he was walking towards her broken form that flayed out across the floor. Sasuke's foot stopped right in front of her face, stepping in a puddle of blood that was beginning to stain the floor a deep crimson.
Sakura strained to turn her head upward to face him. Pure fear consuming her, as she noticed a smug smirk had made its way across his face. His eyes had a, dear she say, playful look in them. Sasuke kneeled at her side, bringing himself somewhat to her level. To Sakura's dismay his hand reached out to her. Caressing her flushed cheek, and occasionally running his fingers through her cotton candy hair almost absentmindedly. Sakura was unsure of how long this went on, but when she felt him lean over her and his lips brush against the collarbone of her neck, her breath hitched in her throat. (A/N nothing is going to happen
She felt his breath move along her neck upward and towards her ear. Sakura was lost. She didn't understand why he was doing this to her or what exactly he was trying to do to her. She was so lost in her thoughts she almost missed the faint whisper that was her answer.
"Who the hell… is Gaara?"
Sasuke sat up, allowing himself to look at her face. A look of pure terror flashed in her emerald eyes, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Still Sasuke took notice of it. Before Sakura could regain her composure she was lifted off the floor and thrown onto the bed.
"You motherfucking whore! What the hell do you take me for? I married you and I support you! What do I get in return? Your running around with some person called Gaara!" Sasuke's voice was shrill, tearing at every inch of dignity that Sakura had left. He stormed out of the room slamming the door as if to exaggerate his departure.
End FlashbackShe sat there still as a winter night, guilt and fear swallowing her into a void of darkness. Her tears were silent yet sobs shook her form each time she thought her pain had subsided.
"Gaara" she said to herself, her voice quivering as if a ripple ran through it.
"He was a mistake…no…no…NO! He wasn't a mistake. this marriage was a mistake! Sasuke was a mistake!" Sakura screamed on the edge of breaking into another fit of tears, and no longer caring if Sasuke heard her near to desperate cries. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing once more erratic. Tears streaked her face as her sobs escaped her uncontrollably. She wrung her arms around her legs bringing her body into a tight ball.
"I don't want to be here. I don't want to be married to that man. I don't love him. I don't want to be confined to this house anymore. I-I just want to leave." Sakura's voice chanted on. Her sobs finally retreating for what she hoped was for good.
The words that she'd said repeated in her mind. She wondered if they had any meaning behind them. If they were trying to tell her or help her decide what she should do next.
'Maybe I should talk to Sasuke about all of this, and try to explain this a little more.'
Suddenly, a jolt of fear shot through her at the thought of having to face Sasuke again. Trying to shake the thought, she looked up. A small frown was soon embedded onto her face not long after the action. Apparently her surroundings didn't help her situation much. Her clothes and personal belongings had been scattered across the Beachwood floor, mingling with pieces of glass that had come from a lamp broken during Sasuke's earlier abusive actions.
A cold breeze blew through an open window on the other side of the room. The soothing sounds of crickets and the rustling of leaves filled the air. Bringing with them a sense of normalcy and of peace. She sighed, letting out all the tension that arose from those few moments.
"Alright, I need to pull myself together. I don't have time for this. Besides, I can get through this. I can." Sakura whispered to herself.
/ringringring/
Sakura jumped. The quiet had brought such tranquility along with it. Sakura forced herself to stand. Ignoring the protest of her aching body, she tried to convince herself that the pain she felt was minimal. Coming to the door of the mangled bedroom. Sakura slowly opened it, as if it would attack her if she opened it to roughly. She stared at the hallway that now lay in front of her. It seemed to go on forever.
Sakura let out a low groan. She moved as quickly as she could towards the staircase, holding her left shoulder in pain and limping the whole way. In reality she was quite sure that it was impossible for her to reach the phone in time, yet despite this fact she kept on her small self-proclaimed mission; getting to and answering the phone.
Once she had reached the top of the stairwell, not to her surprise, the phone had stopped ringing. Sakura let out another pleading groan, as she thought back to what had been her reason for actually trying to reach the phone in the first place. Especially in her current physical and emotional states.
Sakura then noticed that someone was staring at her. She'd barely noticed before, and she wished it had stayed that way. Sasuke stood at the bottom of the stairs. Eyes seeming to keep her in place.
"The phone's for you. I think it's Gaara." Sakura stared back at him. Noticing the smirk on his face she gulped, praying he hadn't seen it.
"So? What am I supposed to do about that. You're the one with the phone." She stated simply, surprising herself. The tone of her voice contrasted completely with how she felt.
"Sorry, but she can't come to the phone right now. I'll make sure she calls back."
He turned his back to the wall, so he was able to look at her before he chose to hang up the phone.
Thus reenacting their staring contest.
Sakura saw when he jolted toward her, but she didn't move. She felt the blows to her face. Heard the glass of a mirror breaking. She felt the puncturing of her skin, and the slashes on her arm. When her body hit the floor the pain in her left arm made itself known again. Tears began rolling down her face though she tried to stop herself from crying. She began screaming. Wanting more than anything to be away from all of this, even if it meant death.
Sasuke looked down at her disgust in his eyes.
"Pathetic." Was all he said. Then he just walked away leaving her there. His monotone voice only had caused her more pain than Sakura ever thought possible.
She lay there for what seemed to be hours. The throbbing in her arm kept her in her conscious state.
'I can't stay here. I can't just not even try to do anything. Leave. I have to leave. Staying here is suicide.'
Bringing herself to balance on her knees and hands despite the pain that shot through her, Sakura thought to look up to make sure that Sasuke hadn't come back. She was positive that he would have a field day watching her in this 'pathetic', as he had called it, situation.
"Aaaahhhhh! Okay, big mistake." She panted between breaths. As soon as she had looked up the hallway started spinning.
" I might as well just have a hangover. What the hell is wrong with me!"
As if on cue a feeling of nausea began to form in her throat. (A/N that's where nausea starts right?) She suddenly found her self dry heaving and then coughing. The sudden, rapid, gusts of air escaping her mouth made her soon realize how soar her throat had become. The metallic flavor of blood filled her mouth, and was all she was able to distinguish in her mind.
'What the hell?' Sakura touched her lips. Looking over her fingers she found that they were colored a deep crimson. She broke into another fit of coughs. Spurting blood onto the floor beneath her.
"I need to get help. But the phone's downstairs. I can't," Her body began to lunge frantically. Seizure-like thrusts engulfing what was her small form.
'I have to call Sasuke. No! What am I thinking? I can't call him.'
She broke into another fit of coughs. Once again staining her lips crimson red.
'I don't have a choice.'
"Sasuke! Sasuke!" She made sure that her voice sounded distressed. No matter what he had done to her she knew he wouldn't just leave her there to most likely die. As soon as Sasuke had come into her line of view, the look on his face was so much different from what it had been earlier. He actually looked worried, when he had started running towards her.
A smile played across her face as she felt her body go numb. (A/N sorry if it sounds like she's dying. I just wanted it to sound dramatic.) Darkness soon emerged all around her.