Water and Oil
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"Please, don't cry. I hate to see you cry."
"I don't cry. Something got into my eyes."
"And I hate to see you lied too."
"I do not love you."
"Neither do I."
"Good, now let me go, Nara."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you're mine."
"Not anymore."
Silent.
"I know you love me, Haruno."
"I don't like to repeat myself."
"Neither do I."
The conversation going in circle and both of them fell into a deep silent despair. They turned around but still in place.
"Haruno."
"Nara."
"Let's divorce." They said simultaneously.
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It was in fine afternoon when Nara Shikamaru proposed to her. At first she thought the ANBU squad leader made some joke and she dismissed him. But after an entire day, he kept following her with the red box, Shizune believed it was a ring inside that, she agreed. She barely know him but her instincts were the one told her to nodded when he asked at the café where she took five minutes rest after did an operation. Maybe a week without rest may affect your insanity. She made note to herself about that.
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"Do not touch me, Nara."
"I'm your husband."
"Indeed, but I don't like people touch me."
"I'm not people, I'm your husband."
Silent.
"Now, it's has been a month since we were married but you didn't let me to touch you, scratch that, hug you or even hold your hand. What's wrong with you? I'm not an infected person for your information, Haruno."
"I'm impressed, Nara."
"What?"
"To be truth, I don't know you can talk more than ten words in one time."
"I can. I don't like some certain Uchiha."
PANG!
"Don't you dare talk about him like that."
"It's true. You still love him. That Uchiha Sasuke."
"It's not your business, Nara."
"Goodnight, Haruno."
"Goodnight, Nara."
Both of them fell asleep at the center of the bed. Close enough but didn't touch each other, but still they can feel each other warmness. Only in midnight, Sakura will wake up and healed her husband's cheek, placed where she slapped him. Not ten minutes after Sakura fell asleep; Shikamaru pulled the blanket over his wife body and caressed her locks slowly.
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"Hey, it's has been a while." The pink haired kunoichi said.
"Don't angry with me. I'm pretty busy this week with the hospital and some stuff. So to let you know, yeah, and Naruto too. I always forget about him."
"If you talk to me, I will visit you and Naruto once every two day. Okay, once a day?" Her thin mouth formed a small smile. Drip.
"I promise. I never broke my promise, right?" Drip.
"Oh, yeah. Talk about that. Yesterday I went to Ichiraku to eat some ramen. Then, Ayame started talking about Naruto and I was so pissed off so I told her if she not shut up, I will burn her stall with Sasuke-kun's technique and never come back to her stall again. But after I paid the bill, Ayame asked me to send you a regard and she said that she missed you, Naruto." Drip.
"Sasuke-kun, I'm close to get the trick to the technique. Thanks to Kakashi-sensei, he told me last week but I still in my progress. But, I promise that I will show you if I got the Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu." Drip.
She wiped her tears with the back of her right hands. Her bangs covered half of her eyes but anyone could tell that she was crying so badly.
"I missed you. I missed both of you. Naruto, Sasuke-kun."
It's always her to talk first and finish when she cries.
"As I thought, you will be here, Haruno."
Silent. Took a step.
"Talking like crazy one to the stone."
Silent. Took another step.
From his view, Shikamaru could tell that the young kunoichi across him was stroking lightly the two names that have been engraved on the memorial stone, 'Uzumaki Naruto' and 'Uchiha Sasuke'. The two names that have create the new Haruno Sakura today. He frowned.
He took a few steps more before hugged her from behind.
"As I remember clearly, we were divorced yesterday. What are you doing here, Nara?" Her voice was still hoarse from the cried.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
"Are you not being yourself, Nara."
"You too."
"Why?"
"You cried."
"It's not like you ever see me laugh."
"I know."
"What are you doing here, Nara?"
"It doesn't matter where I should be." His voice was soft and caring, emphasizing the concern in his voice.
And the conversation stopped. It's going to nowhere. They kept silent until the dawn and nobody moved. For the first time, they were hugged and that happened a day after they divorced. Sometimes, the timing can't be perfect for perfect couple. They smiled.
"Please don't cry. I hate to see you cry."
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