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'Sup, Kids?

I'm back, but not for a new reason. I have received a PM from sourgrapes101 after he read my story. He was honest and told me the severity of my suckage (I think it's a word. If it's not then it should be). My first story was way too blunt, and lacked basic writing skills. I need to seriously rework my writing skills before I take on another story. Based on that, would anyone like to become a beta reader for me. It would help me unbelievably, and also reduce the pollution of crappy stories on this site. I need someone who can be brutally honest, but still constructive. Someone who can return my story in a timely fashion, but still be thorough with their reviews. Even if you can't, you can still pitch me beta readers who would be willing to work with me.

Now…

On a different note, this story is my second try on my first story of the same name. I remember when I was writing my first story, I was stoked! I was all like: "Yeah! My first story! It should be epic! It'll appeal to the NaruHina masses at large!"

Alas…

No.

After the first two days and two reviews, all traffic towards my story virtually stopped. It was probably averted to a better writer. There are quite a few of them right now (Kleeo, JAJapster, Ichilover, etc.)

I think it will be an amazingly long time before I can live up to half of what they have done. P.S. check out Kleeo's story Number 10. It is amazingly good so far! He hasn't updated in a while so I hope he hasn't abandoned the story. Anyway, check it out.

As for my story, I plan on it being third person limited point of view (I can't remember the technical term for that), and to have at least three or four chapters.

20 reviews?

Please?

I don't own Naruto, other such drabble.

Last note: when Hinata in a story says something like "Ano…" What does that mean?

"Hey, Sakura? Can we talk for a sec?"

"Hold on, Naruto. Let me finish cutting the steak."

"It's kind of important." He said, grabbing her arm. "We need to talk."

He gently and slowly led her to their room and sat her on their bed.

The room was small, proportionate to their apartment. The bed was covered in a cherry down blanket folded down halfway up the bed, the uncovered section being covered by five cherry colored decorative pillows. The walls had the same color scheme, the bottom half being a smooth cherry finish, while the top half was a creamy white wrinkle design. The room itself had smaller wood furnishings, like the common dressers and night stands. On the left night stand not even a spec of dust could be seen. It was neatly organized with books, coasters, and a lamp on the far side.

The same could not be said of the right side. This one was a total mess. Various candy wrappers and ramen cups were strewn about without care. There was a heavy blanket of dust - save a couple of finger prints every few inches or so - and the lamp on this one was perched very precariously on the edge. It seemed the slightest touch would knock it over.

Naruto pulled a chair from the side of the room, and sat it in front of her as she sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at him expectantly.

"Well? What do you want?" she asked, very peeved that he had dragged her here.

"What did you do after work today?" he asked her, staring straight into her eyes. Dead serious.

"I told you I was working late. That was the first thing I said when I walked in. What did you think I was doing?" she looked at him with fierceness.

"No, you weren't. I called the hospital today at about five o' clock." He paused, only slightly. "They said you weren't there. Where were you today?" he repeated, not breaking face In the slightest.

The anxiety rising inside her she said through gritted teeth; "I went to visit Ino for a while. We hadn't talked for a while so I thought it would be nice if we met up for a while to catch up."

His head lowered. "Oh… That's nice."

A long silence followed. Eventually annoyed, Sakura again stood up and walked away. When she reached the door of their room he said: "I called her too." She stopped. "I know you weren't there either." He walked to her, slowly, keeping his head down. "Where were you today?" he said finally lifting his head.

He caught the smack she threw. The kick…

Well that he wasn't prepared for.

Her foot collided squarely with his testicles and, for a moment he released her arm. He knelt on the ground for less than three seconds before Sakura ran to the kitchen. When his head and lower abdomen finally cleared, he walked calmly to the kitchen.

What he first saw, although a little bizarre, was not entirely unexpected.

Sakura stood squarely in the center of the kitchen in a battle stance, feet planted steadily on the ground, knife in hand.

"Naruto," she warned, lifting the knife at the sight of him. "Don't you grab me again, Naruto."

He stared at her for a second, and then took one step forward. She waved the knife in front of him. He backed up a little but moved forward again. Slashing at him again, she caught his hand this time, drawing blood. He cringed slightly before grabbing the knife in her hand. She struggled, cutting his hand even further. Eventually wrenching the knife from her hand, he set it gently on the counter, next to the steak it was originally meant for, his blood rolling down it slowly.

"Where were you today?" he asked for the third time, his voice finally showing signs of frustration. "Please, don't lie to me again."

"You really want to know?" She finally yelled, giving in to her composure. "You really want to know where I was today? I was at Sasuke's! He fucked me on a table and I have never had an orgasm that hard with you, you little prick!"

Ow…

"Wha-," he tried to say, at a loss for words. "Why would you do that?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He just couldn't think of anything else to say.

She screamed, "I wish you were dead like the rest of your family!"

Oh my god.

She pushed past him-barely even noticed by Naruto-into the hallway and into their room.

He turned around very slowly, absorbing what she had said. Even slower, it seemed to him, he walked to their room. His first glimpse showed him his wife of three years stuffing all of her clothes into a single duffle bag.

"I can't believe you said that." He said, still mortified by what she had said. "What happened to us?" he asked, finally finding his right mind.

"What happened to us?" She repeated, "You and I both know what happened to our first month of marriage." She zipped up the suitcase, the denim bag reluctantly accepting. "Something changed. Whether it was me, or you, or anything else, something changed. We aren't the same, Naruto. And we can never go back." She said, standing up, duffel bag in her hand, and walking past him and out the front door.

Nothing anyone had ever said to him before had that much weight to it. Or truth. She was right. Something had changed. And they couldn't go back to that first state of happiness. Not ever again.

"Goodbye, Sakura,"

That's either a oneshot or a preview of my next (or should I say first) story. I thought it was pretty intense. Review telling me whether I should continue writing this or not, and PM me about the Beta thing.

The weird thing is that this Is actually longer than my first story, and its just a preview!

Anyway, thanks to sourgrapes101 for the opinions and tips, and thanks to all the people who read my last story. *cough* two *cough*.

Oh, last note, Check out britata348. He is a fantastic Naruto writer.

That's all…

I think…

This is Killswitchtheory, saying to all the peeps…

Gimme Three Steps.

See ya;)