Hi! This is my first fanfic, so please give me a chance. Please remember, reviews build the self confidence I severely lack! By the way, this is Fem!Naru. Just in case you didn't see it in the summary.

P.S. Naruto's not mine! If it was, I wouldn't have to babysit to make money!

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Naru felt sickened. Her boyfriend of many years was fucking some random bitch in their bed. She swore to herself she'd burn that damn thing someday, for all the trouble and pain it's caused her. She looked at door of the bedroom from her place on the floor and glared at it through her hair. That bitch, how could she sleep with another girl's boyfriend? It only showed she had no pride, no honor, and no moral.

She grimaced in pain. The cut on her forehead was bleeding a lot, but that was to be expected. Her broken wrist ached, but that wasn't the real problem. Her heart hurt; because her boyfriend would rather have sex with some slut whose name he couldn't even remember than spend time with her.

Her friends told her repeatedly that she needed to leave him, but she couldn't. She loved him too much; cared about him no matter what, even if she knew he could possibly leave her at any moment.

But that would never happen. She did everything possible to prevent it from happening, did everything she could to make him happy. She gave him everything she had, her money, her inheritance, her love, even her body, but it never seemed enough for him. She dropped out of college and got a job she absolutely hated to pay all the bills herself. Why wasn't he happy with her? What hadn't she done?

She was so confused. Why was he always so angry? She didn't like him to be angry, hated it even. He would hit her when he was, then leave her to go fuck some slut in their bed. She always blew it off, thinking it was her fault anyway, but the ever present doubt plagued her mind more than ever. Was she not enough? How could she be? There was just about nothing left of her to change. But he still loved her, right?

Right?

More doubt appeared. Why would he hit her if he loved her? It just didn't add up.

And then, realization struck her.

He didn't love her.

He'd been using her.

And soon, he was going to throw her away like a piece of trash.

She'd never be enough for him.

Those thoughts revolved around her mind as rage entered her and she shakily got onto her feet. She staggered to get a few of her belongings and snatched his wallet. He wouldn't miss it right? Especially after she emptied the bank account opened in her name holding her money. She grabbed a box of matches and the gas for the still broken heater. She doused the ground around the bedroom with it, as well as the door. She then walked to the front door, emptying the container of gas behind her as she did. She struck a match and threw it in before running out of the now open door and closed it behind her. She ran out of the shabby apartment complex where she had wasted three years of her life as quickly as she could.

Once out, she smiled to herself as she watched the building burst into flames. "Looks like I'm getting rid of that bed sooner than I thought."

She got into his car with the keys she had stolen from the table that now used to be by the door and stuck them into the ignition. As she turned it on she muttered, "Goodbye, Uchiha Sasuke."

"Come on, Uzumaki Naru. You've got a bank account to empty, a job to quit, and a life to continue living."

-.-

"Hey Naru! Do you know where the designs for the fall line are? I can't find them."

A woman around twenty-three looked up at her partner, Hinata, and said, "Um, try the whiteboard in the drawing room. I think I remember sticking them on there with a magnet."

"You think you stuck them on there?"

"I was hyped up on coffee okay! I passed out eventually and woke up with ink on my face! Don't blame me!"

Hinata giggled at her friend. "Okay. I'll check there."

When she was right in front of the door, she turned and said, "Oh, and Naru? You still have ink on your face."

"Damn it!"

She laughed as Naru raced past her to the bathroom to try to get the rest of the ink off of her face. Once she got it off, she stopped for a moment to stare at her face in the mirror. She still had the scar there from when she was with Sasuke. She glared at it for a moment before re-arranging her bangs so they covered the stupid eyesore. She wanted nothing to remember from the stupid bastard that had wasted so much of her now precious time. She remembered when she saw the news broadcast about the apartment complex she had set on fire and was saddened to see that he had survived with just a sprained wrist and broken ankle by jumping out of a window. He had said something horrible about his unnamed girlfriend and pretended to be sad about the girl who had been with him in the bedroom that didn't make it out in time.

She fumed when she heard him say that but was relieved when she found that they never said her name. They eventually concluded the fire had been a mishap of a resident of one of the lower apartments who had conveniently left the stove on. She passed it off as mere dumb luck and had decided to resume living her life as it had been before she met Sasuke. And that brought her to where she was now, a whole year later, still thinking of the stupid dumbass. She had no idea why he was still on her mind, but she had the nagging feeling that she wasn't completely rid of him yet. She sighed and pushed it to the back of her mind thinking, I'll deal with that later. Right now, I have to finish that design for Fashion Week.

She returned to her desk sat in the still pulled out chair. She grabbed the pencil beside her pad of paper and began to sketch halfheartedly but stopped when she just couldn't feel the design coming out of her onto the paper.

She set down the pencil and looked at the digital clock on the wall in front of her. The bright red figures seemed to glare at her from their place as she read them, 7:35. She sighed again and figured Hinata must have gone home already to their shared apartment for the day and decided to pack up herself. She picked up her messenger bag and slung it onto her shoulder while grabbing her keys off the hook on the wall. She stuck them into her pocket and turned out all of the lights before heading to and out the door.

Her walk to the complex was relatively peaceful and nothing worth mention happened. When she got to her destination, she waved to the doorman and woman behind the counter before riding the elevator to the third floor. She got out and walked to the door with a large 39 above it before fishing her keys out of her pocket. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, dropping her things once she was.

She looked around and was confused. Where was Hinata? Why where all the lights out? She kicked the door shut and walked in.

"Hinata? Are you in here?" She looked around some more and then headed to Hinata's bedroom. She opened the door and peered inside but didn't see her there either. She knocked on the bathroom door, but it was empty. She headed towards the kitchen and looked inside.

"Hinata? You there?"

"No, I'm afraid she isn't." An unknown voice spoke up. "I'm sorry to say that it is only you and I in here."

Naru stiffened. "Who are you? Why are you here?" She called in a voice she desperately hoped didn't sound afraid.

"Scared already? That's good, you should be. As to whom I am, I'm surprised you don't remember me. It's only been one year."

She felt a bead of sweat run down the back of her neck. "Where's Hinata? What'd you do to her?"

"I did nothing to your little friend. She's simply not here."

Naru repeated her earlier question, "Why are you here?"

The unknown person stepped out of the shadows and Naru gasped as he revealed himself.

"Sasuke," she breathed.

"Hello, Uzumaki Naru. I believe we have a little unfinished business."

Continue? Tell me if I should please! If it's really bad I'll take it off, but some comments on it would be appreciated. Constructive criticism is even better. Thank you for reading! Please review! Oh, and I'm sorry it's so short!