Lawsuit
ItaSasuSaku
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My name is Uchiha Itachi. I am a very well-known and sought-for marriage counselor, twenty-six years old. I moved to and now reside in New York City after graduating from Ivy League. I prefer sweetness over bitter in foods, I need at least one coffee in the morning to function properly, and I don't go anywhere without my cell and sunglasses. My Armani sunglasses.
I'm unmarried, live alone in a very expensive home, and single. My life, as much as a New Yorker's life can be, is perfect. That is…
…until today.
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"He doesn't talk to me!"
"She talks too much."
"He's always got a freaking stick up his ass!"
"She never takes anything seriously."
"He's a bastard!"
"She's a child."
"Ugh!!"
"…hn."
Itachi blinked vacantly at the couple seated on opposite ends of his couch. "Obviously," he commented dryly, "communication is an issue."
Haruno Sakura – stunning as usual – slammed a temperamental fist onto the surface of his desk. "Obviously!" she reiterated angrily, shooting a glare at her emotionless husband. Itachi turned to raise a slightly mocking eyebrow at him.
"If you don't love her, little brother, why did you marry her?" he questioned. Sasuke's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm sure many others would be glad to take her out of your ungrateful hands at this point."
"I do love her."
"Yeah, right!!" was the dubious cry from the other end of the plush three-seater.
Itachi frowned, slight from annoyance; she wasn't making this any easier. On either of them. "Sakura, please." He scolded. "Sasuke, why do you think you fight so constantly."
"We went over this." He grumbled.
"Humor me." Was the dry response.
"…because she's annoying."
"…but you love her, right?"
"Correct."
Sakura snorted quietly.
Itachi glanced between the two, sitting back and taking a sip of his coffee thoughtfully. What a mess, he mused, as they shot obvious glares at one another. "Sakura…do you love him, then?"
"I'm beginning to wonder."
An honest answer…good… "Would you be willing to love him, and forget the things he's done if he changed?"
An absent hand drifted up to touch her cheek, eyes wandering to the window. "Well…of course." Her statement held no conviction.
Interesting. "I see." Itachi then turned to Sasuke. "Now, foolish otouto, you have a lovely and beautiful young woman here that's willing to sacrifice her time and energy to help you change. Will you-" He was cut off rather rudely by a vicious snarl.
"I don't have to change for her."
Thick silence filled the office. Itachi frowned disapprovingly, glancing at Sakura to see the stricken and hurt expression on her face. "Sasuke-"
"No, Itachi! I'm not going to act like I'm someone else because she married me! That means she gets all of me. She agreed to that when she said yes. Now, dammit, I'm going home. I don't have to take this, especially from you!"
Sakura flinched as they door slammed shut behind him, looking at her lap sadly. Itachi sighed, throwing their file on his desk. "I can talk to him, if-"
"I used to love him." She suddenly whispered, and Itachi inwardly sighed at the glassy sheen of her eyes; he didn't do well with tears. "I really did, more than anything. You know that. It was the happiest day of my life when we were married. And then…"
Itachi waited a few moment, allowing her to gather herself. "And then…?"
She looked up and her tears began to fall. "Then we found out I wasn't able to have children and he…he…"
Itachi's expression slowly morphed into one of sympathy. He knew where this was going. "Sakura, you don't have to tell me."
She ignored him. "I don't love him anymore, Itachi," she continued softly, wiping away the wetness on her cheeks, "I pity him."
He could maybe understand.
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I bet you're wondering what this is. Will it be a story? Doubt it. It's just a one shot? Probably.
Why aren't I doing DLS and A3? Well…
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