Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Never have, never will.
I don't usually do dark fics, but I had idea and need to write it yes. Then I leave you with this warning:
Mature themes. Bit creepy. Proceed carefully.
She didn't think much of it when he asked her to be his.
It was the natural progression of things. He needed a wife; she was available. No matter what he had done to her in the past, she still loved him, foolish as it may be. After all, the heart wants what the heart wants.
She didn't think much of it when he insisted that they stay in the Uchiha Compound.
It was his home, away from the rest of the cruel, bitter world. He was comfortable roaming about it in his free time (when he wasn't away on the sudden mission). He particularly liked his brother's room, and Sakura would find him laying on the bed, an expression of pure peace washed over his features.
She didn't think much of it when he was pleased with her appearance change.
Sakura had dyed her hair black, stating it was time for a change. She was bored with her vibrant pink and liked the sleek gloss of the ebony tresses. She also thought that for their future children, black hair would cause less of a confusion. Sasuke had loved her the whole night, his hands twisted in her locks possessively, desperately.
She didn't think much of it when he never looked at her when they made love.
He never looked in her the eyes, preferring to hover over her back. He took, and she gave- that's the way it was meant to be. His fingers were always curled in her hair, and his free hand gripped her hip in a bruising hold. His eyes were closed. She took it as a matter of preference, and who was she to judge?
However, as time went by, Sakura felt more and more lonely. Their physical closeness had increased while the intimacy was nonexistent. One night when he was taking her, she could have sworn she heard a certain dead man's name escape his lips, and she felt a chill pass through her when he filled her with his hot seed. As he pulled out quickly, the name of his brother still sitting heavy in the air, Sakura wondered if perhaps she should have thought more of it.
After all, the heart wants what the heart wants, right?
fin.
