Words Can't Explain

One: Apocalypse Please

Sakura POV

My name is Sakura Haruno, and I'm here to tell you my story. Its filled with romance, action, and drama, major drama. First, I'll introduce myself. I am a trained doctor living in Leaf Country, Konoha City, the largest city in the continent. I work as a waitress, too. Having two jobs is very stressful, you see. But it's not the most stressful thing I've had to deal with in my life. Five years ago, I divorced with my husband, Sasuke Uchiha. We'd had a child, a fragile, precious, little girl. Her name was Mai, she had soft, pale skin, sleek and smooth black hair, and my green eyes. She got her daddy's features mostly, the chalky skin, and the black hair. I have pink hair. Very unusual, huh?

Anyways, when we divorced, he took Mai with him. It broke my heart. Literally; I would never come out of my room, I didn't go back to work for four months, and when I did, I was an emotionless zombie. Here, why don't you all see for yourselves, I'll start from the fight that led to the divorce (aka, the beginning of my dreadful life):

Three Years Earlier

"Sasuke," I sighed in exasperation. "You're being a very bad influence for her," I hissed, though I had to be quiet because my little Mai-Mai was sleeping.

My husband glared at me. "How, would you please explain that to me?" His words were coated with sarcasm and venom, also slightly slurred from the liquor he was drinking.

"You smoking those damn cigarettes, the alcohol you drink all the time, you barely even pay attention to her! She needs a father, Sasuke!" I slammed my fist on the mahogany coffee table, causing my full glass of water to topple over.

"And what about you, Miss Perfect?" His face got closer to mine, to where I could feel the his spit on my face. "Always saying, 'Oh, sorry, Mai, I've got to go off to my perfect job, I don't have time for you.'"

I scolded him, to where it hurt my forehead. "I have spent more time with her than you ever would. And today was the last straw," I waited for him to speak, but he said nothing, so I continued. "You weren't babysitting her like I asked you to do, you just had to have some friends over to smoke, get drunk, and play poker, didn't you!?"

"Nothing happened." he replied firmly.

"Nothing happened!? You weren't looking after her and she broke her nose by falling off a fucking shelf!" I shouted at him, fury bubbling in my veins. "Still think nothing happened?!"

He glanced quickly down the hall. "Be quiet! Mai is still asleep!" he harshly whispered to me.

I stood up, my knees knocked the table over, but I didn't really give a shit at this point. "Okay then, let's take this outside."

He laughed. "Are you kidding me?"

I rolled my eyes, and glowered. "No, you dumb ass, I don't want to fight you. I was saying, let's take this nice conversation we're having, outside." I explained, talking slow, so he could understand what I was saying.

"Aright then." He sneered.

We walked soundlessly out of the living room and into the backyard; we didn't want to humiliate ourselves in the front yard.

I stood stiffly with my arms crossed around my chest, steam practically radiating off me. My muscles were tensed, my mind was jumbled, my heart was racing, and I was on the verge of crying. Only because I was angry. Sasuke was supposed to be the 'man of my dreams', we've known each other since we were in diapers. My mom and his dad were best friends, that's how we got to know each other. And of course, my mother had said we'd be the perfect match, and that our babies would look adorable. She'd said that when I was twelve, when I'd had a major crush on him. But when we got married when I was nineteen (way too young), ooh everything was opposite. At first, yeah, it was great. Having sex every night, eating take out, having an apartment all to ourselves, no parents, etc. After a few weeks, he looked for a job, while I was in collage, taking medical school. He ended up doing collage, too, business school, wanted to become a CEO. After four years, we both graduated, and accomplished our dream jobs. We looked like the most perfect couple alive. Everything was impeccable.

Until I got pregnant.

One night we were both drunk, and reckless, so we forgot to use a condom, and I didn't take birth control, either. We both weren't really ecstatic about it at first, but I didn't want to get an abortion. So, we kept the baby. I was hoping it would be a little girl, and of course, Sasuke was hoping for a boy. Once we got the ultrasound, it was… amazing. Nine long agonizing months passed, and little Mai was born in March. Surprisingly, I broke two of Sasuke's fingers; his pinky, and his index fingers. He didn't complain much, only that he had to type with basically one hand for three weeks. Then we picked up our pace on our "flawlessness" again.

We were both good parents, at first. But when Sasuke lost both of his parents… he broke, what a cliché quote, I know, but that's what literally happened. He was drowned in so much sorrow that he couldn't even concentrate on his job, and ended up getting fired. That didn't help him much, either. So he started drinking and smoking, one of my worst pet peeves as being a doctor. He drank on a daily basis, no matter how many times I told him his body was going to give out on him… It was having a horrible influence on Mai, which also got most of the fighting started. And when she broke her nose today, he crossed the line. We weren't so perfect anymore.

"Sasuke, I can't deal with this absolute shit anymore!" Hopefully he would understand me by now.

His eyes turned hard as stone. "Then why don't you leave." It wasn't a question.

I snorted. "Leave? Leave what?"

He only spoke one, simple word, "Me."

My eyes bulged, and my mouth dropped open. "You?"

"Yes."

I cleared my throat. "You mean… divorce?"

"Yes."

…Would it be better to divorce Sasuke? My husband of five years? Right now nothing seemed to be going right, and I doubt things would get much better. Think, what could be next? She could possibly get abused. I don't know, this could be a bit irrational. Then again, I could be making the right decision by saying yes.

"I-I'll have to think about it." My tone was feeble.

He just stalked off without saying another word. Of course. My knees bucked, and I fell on the wet grass, not even bothering to put out my hands to support my plummet. I just laid there with half of my face on the soggy ground, my cheeks getting wet. From the grass, and my tears. Is this how a normal woman's life is? Or how a complicated woman's life is? Perhaps a mixture of both. If only…, if only Sasuke hadn't started drinking, smoking, due to his parents death… he could've handled it a much better way. Like moving, even, if it took that much.

One thing he does to me —every night— was abuse me and says 'it takes away his lingering pain'. And, the stupidest thing I did in this situation was: I let him. It probably came second to the biggest mistakes in my life. And after months and months, he still did it. I still get cuts and bruises every night from him. I'm very sure that his pain had gone down enough to a small, small sliver. Maybe he did it for pleasure? To entertain him? To watch me writhe in pain, scream, and whimper… And I was one strong woman, but I am scared to stand up to him.

God, I needed therapy, I'm tired of trying to deal with it on my own. I would've recommended it for Sasuke, too, but it was already too late.

So, I got up from the ground that I was helplessly laying on, and walked out of the backyard, and through the gates, making my way to the paved sidewalk. I caught a glimpse at the clock through the window, and saw that it was only 9:30 a.m. My goal is to find the Konoha Psychology Center, I've never been there so I don't really know where it could be. Ah, wait, it was right by the Hospital — how could I've ever missed it? I felt my jagged walk turn into a messy sprint, unsteady, but fast. My whole body still felt numb from fear, shock. Maybe I was being irrational. Maybe I was going stir-crazy. Was Sasuke really that big of a deal? I mean, I was a strong woman, I could probably handle him myself… But, just saying that made a shockwave of pain run through my purple-black bruises. So, my feet kept on running with no objections. I wasn't bothering to be polite, either, I pushed and shoved through the giant mounds of people, not caring when they flipped me off.

Then, what seemed like hours, I finally was at the front step of the Konoha Psychology Center. I didn't go in right yet, first I had to lean up against the wall, and catch my breath. After about thirty seconds, I was ready to go in. I bet I looked like total crap; I could already tell my hair was half-damp and tangled, I was wearing a plain white oxford (with mud and grass stains on it by now), plain blue jeans, and lastly, a pair of old winter boots. I should've at least had the brains to bring a coat, it was almost below freezing outside. I stepped inside and walked blindly to the front desk. I looked around, it was actually quite spacious, and there were two sets of stairs, probably leading up the shrinks' rooms.

What caught my attention was the receptionist asking, "Hello, miss?"

My head snapped forward to the young woman's face. "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes?"

"What are you here for, hun?" she asked politely.

"Oh, yeah. Um, can I set up an appointment or, do I need to go see a uh, doctor first?" For some reason, I was nervous. I could feel my stomach clenching and twisting around in circles, along with my hammering heart.

She smiled slightly. "No, no, you don't need to see a doctor first. And, I think we have one available shrink at the moment, so you might get lucky and get to come in right now, or later today."

Before I could comment, she started dialing on the phone next to her. Then she started saying, "Hatake Kakashi?…Yes, are you open for patients at the moment?…Okay, thank you very much, I'll send her up!" Then she hung up.

I cocked my head to the side. "…Uh?"

"If you want, you can go up to the room… ah, 204, to see Hatake Kakashi-san, because he's going to be the only one available at the time." she explained to me, her hand gesturing to the stairs on her left. "Take the elevator, top floor."

A small smile lit up my face. "Okay, thank you very much!" My words were rushed, I hoped she could understand me. Then, I dashed up the wide set of stone stairs. Oh… looks like the rooms star at 0-10 here. So she was right. But, why would she lie to me? Shut up and press the damn up button, already! I reminded myself. My arm extended out and I pressed the up arrow button with one finger. It lit up a dull green. After about two minutes, the elevator doors opened, vacant. I walked inside and pressed the number 4, she said the top floor, so… It only took a couple of minutes before the doors opened again. I sighed and stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway.

I didn't want to run down the hall, cause then I would really look like a crazy lady. So, I just power walked, thank God I didn't have to for very long; the rooms started at 200, so it only took a few feet of walking before I was standing right in front of the door that had the words engraved onto plastic besides the door, "Hatake Kakashi, room 204". I didn't know whether to knock or not, so I did just to be polite.

I heard a muffled chuckle and a, "Come on in," The voice was deep and husky, that's all I could really hear through the thick wood of the door.

Tentatively, I twisted the door knob and hesitantly entered the large room. It had one of those long couches you always see on T.V., a mahogany desk filled with minimum paperwork, a few pieces of artwork that you could've bought at a flea market, and lastly, a chair for the shrink. Currently, he was turned around, so all I could see was the back of his silver - or was it grey? - hair, and the back of his white dress shirt and black pants.

He shifted his head to face me, but only a tad. I studied his facial features, while I could. And oh wow, he was not old. So his hair was naturally silver… interesting. The only eye I could see was a charcoal black one, gazing lazily my way, and what looked like a bandana, covered his other eye. Odd. But, the weirdest was, the other half of his face was covered by some kind of mask. His nose, lips, his whole neck, perhaps it was some kind of specially made undershirt of some sort, because it looked like it had no end. My lips quirked wryly. From what I could tell though, he was very handsome. Enough. Get back on track. my conscious ordered me.

He turned away again and sat down in his chair. Finally, I realized I was still standing like an idiot by the door. I cursed at myself inwardly. So, my feet shuffled across the floor, moving towards the lengthy maroon couch, then sat down on the edge uncomfortably as soon as I got there. I could only hear the sounds of our low breathing. I was waiting for him to say something and break the awkward silence.

As if on cue, he asked, "So, what's your name, and why are you here?" How rude. ran through my head, but I banished the silly thought away.

I sighed, then spoke, "My name is Uchiha Sakura, and I came here because of my husband, daughter, and I." I was proud of myself; my voice didn't tremble or break at all. Thick tension filled the air, so I said something else, "I bet you get this a lot…" I tried to smile.

He snickered at my lame attempt. "So, Mrs. Uchiha-san, what's happening between your family?" He pulled out a piece of paper, and a pen.

I chewed on my lower lip. "About half a year ago, my husband, Uchiha Sasuke, lost both of his parents. And three months before, I'd given birth to my daughter, Mai." I paused, my eyes lowered to the wooded floor. "Then Sasuke was in so much pain that he started drinking and smoking cigarettes. I'm a doctor, so it's also very distressing for me to see him like that; ruining his body, and his life… But after the drinking and smoking started to just numb the ache, he started to hurt me, and I let him, which was an idiotic choice. I thought it would make him better.

"He still hasn't gotten better, but worse. He ended up losing his job, as a CEO. That just, did no good for him at all. Whenever I go to work, he baby-sits Mai. He hasn't been doing well at it. For example, he usually has his friends over, to drink, smoke, and play poker. But today was my last straw before I went to get help.

"Mai was apparently climbing up a tall shelf in the living room, then fell. The fall caused her to break her nose. He had to take her to the hospital, because he wasn't looking after her until she started wailing." I finished somberly, my hands fisted.

"What happened next?" he asked.

I sighed, again. "We started out talking, then it turned into a fight. Not a verbal one, thank God. Just a ton of yelling; we ended up having to go outside in the backyard, so we wouldn't wake Mai. After a few more rounds of shouting, he said something that'd totally startled me." I finally looked up at him.

He was writing fiercely and quickly, like he was quoting every word I said. Then, he looked up when I wouldn't talk. "What did he say?"

I felt my mouth muscles turn downwards. "…A divorce." I his visible eyebrow furrow just the tiniest bit. "For one, I don't know whether to say yes, or no. I think it would be good if I said yes, because he wouldn't hurt me anymore, a-and we wouldn't fight anymore. But, what I'm afraid of if I say yes, is that I might cause him even more pain and sadness, that he might start hurting himself or come to the point where he would… commit suicide. I know that may be a little bit big, but, since his parents deaths, its really… its really messed him up. That's the reason I consider saying no." I paused and my gaze returned to the ground. "You probably think I'm really weak." I muttered lastly, then shut my mouth, waiting for a reply. I tried to make my hands stop fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. Then, once again, I looked up shyly at him, beneath my eyelashes.

I could tell he smiled, because his one eye crinkled. "No, I do not, Mrs. Uchiha-san. I have seen much, much worse cases; worse meaning impractical." he said coolly.

I grinned, then my expression turned slightly pleading. "Please, call me Sakura."

He laughed under his breath. "Oh, all right." he sighed exasperatedly in a playful banter. "As long as you don't call me Mr. Hatake-san, or Hatake-san. Kakashi is perfectly fine."

I could tell he was pretty easy to get along with, which brought relief to my stressed mind and body. I rolled my shoulders, and I felt the tension slowly dissipate. "So, er, got anything… to, uh, tell me?" I really did not know how to do this.

"Well," he began. "If you divorced him, like you said, you wouldn't get hurt anymore. And it would risk your daughter – Mai – getting hurt, either. Which would be a tremendous positive. And when you remarked that you would consider saying no, he was the one who said 'why don't you divorce me?', right? Right. Essentially, it would be his fault."

He stayed silent for a moment, lingering to see my reaction.

Then, he continued. "So, the best choice would be to say yes."

I bit my lip until I tasted a thick, coppery liquid on my tongue — blood. My nails left such nice little crescent moons in my hands, probably breaking the skin there, too. "I-I think I still need some time to think about it." I announced, and to my disappointment, my voice shook horribly.

I saw Kakashi's face soften up. "Remember, it's still your choice." he told me. "So, tell me some about yourself."

I smiled. "Okay." I was glad to hear myself recover. "My maiden name is Haruno. And if you were wondering, yes, my hair color is natural. My favorite colors are red and green. Though red is my "family color". My best friend is Uzumaki Naruto—" I saw him cringe. "—you know him?" I asked, my curiosity biting me in the rear.

He rolled his eye. "Yes."

"Hm." I replied thoughtfully. "Anyways, my birthday is March the twenty-eighth. I am currently twenty-one. I work at the Konoha Hospital –right next to this place– the second best from Tsunade-sama herself. Um… let's see, I take martial arts classes, ever since I was twelve, with Sasuke, and Naruto. We were like the three little musketeers. Naruto and I basically stuck together like glue, Sasuke and I…, then, we weren't that close, but close enough." I gritted my teeth, which was a horrible habit I had picked up from somewhere. "Oh! I absolutely love Pepsi, it's like a cigarette to a smoker." My lips quirked to the side. "So, can you tell me about you?"

I heard him cough.

Silence.

"…Please?" I tried.

I saw his visible eye roll, again. "I like the color blue. I'm definitely a dog person, even though cats personality traits do quite well describe me when I'm off work. I have a thing for really fast cars."

"Oh, what kind of car do you drive?" I asked. I hope I didn't interrupt him.

He cleared his throat. "I drive a Porsche," he went ahead and answered my upcoming question. "Blue."

I smirked. "So, blue, dog person with lethargic traits, and fast cars. Is that all?" He sounded hopeless if that was all.

"Pretty much…" He didn't sound too convincing.

I nodded mutely, my hands started toying around with my shirt again and my leg started shaking quickly and repeatedly in place. Stupid nervousness. Why was I nervous around him? I know I'm not antisocial. Was it just because he was handsome? (Even though I couldn't see all his face.) Anybody could tell he was exceedingly handsome under that damn mask-thing, as I'd said earlier. But I still couldn't understand what was up with the bandana… Anyways, that seemed only partly the reason I was uneasy. I felt something different eating at me. For example, my stomach is starting to clench tightly and grind, which only happens when I know something very terrible is about to happen.

Apparently Kakashi noticed my agitation. "Sakura? Is everything all right? You're starting to turn very pale…,"

My head snapped up to look at him; odd, I hadn't realized my head had moved. "Oh, um," I coughed. "I'm just… a bit sick. Which usually means something dreadful is going to happen. O-oh no… Something could be happening to—" I must be very oblivious today, because as well, I did not realize I was starting to ramble.

"Sakura! Do you want to go home? Or at least call your house, to check if everything is alright?" He actually seemed concerned.

My poor forehead didn't deserve my eyebrows knitting into it; it'll cause wrinkles faster. Damn. "Y-yes, that sounds like a good idea. Just let me get my cell phone…." I pulled my cell out of my pocket, where I always kept it. It was a good place to keep it at some situations, and at others, bad.

I hit speed dial, which was 'Home'. Ring. Ring. Ring. Answer it! Ring. Ring. Hello, you have reached the Uchiha Residence, nobody is home at the moment, please leave a message and we'll surely try to get back at you! I sighed as I heard my own voice fill my ears. Frowning, I tried speed dial number two, which was 'Sasuke's Cell'. This one only gave two rings before it reached the answering machine. Jeez, wasn't I cast with such a lucky day?

"Neither phones picked up." I informed him, but he probably already knew since he had not saw nor heard me speaking to anyone.

He nodded solemnly. "It's okay. Would you like to go home? We only have another… seven minutes left anyways,"

That much time has passed? Wow. "Su… re? Is it okay if I come back tomorrow?"

He chuckled at that. "Of course, you are my new patient."

I smiled warmly. "Thank you, Kakashi. I'll see you again at 9?" Once again, my lower lip was the victim to my teeth.

"No need to thank me. And yes, 9 o'clock will do. If I'm not in the room, as the front desk receptionist for a key, she'll give you one."

Why would he say that? If I'm not in the room….

"Alright. I want to apologize for my… nervous behavior today." I laughed one short, and sharp laugh. "See you tomorrow."

I didn't wait for his reply, I simply walked past him, opened the door, and exited. As I walked through the halls and out the main entrance, I mused for awhile. That's usually what I did when I was bored or when I was alone. What am I going to say to Sasuke when I get home? I did need some time to think over the divorce topic. Because, I would feel like if I gave him a straight answer, I would have rushed. I'm not one to rush. Anyone who gets to know me will learn that. Speaking of friends, I should visit Naruto today.

As if on cue, my cell phone rang, with Naruto's ID. I flipped open the phone and said, "Hey, Naruto."

"Hi, Sakura-chan." Uh, oh. He's using that tone. His regretful tone. He wasn't even trying to fake enthusiasm.

I was immediately alarmed. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" He always came first before my own problems.

He was silent for a few moments, hesitating. I could tell. Then, he finally spoke. "Me and Hinata-chan had a huge fight today…" I had to press my ear against the phone really hard to hear him.

I licked my lips, it was one of the things I did when I was thinking. "And you need my help to figure out a way to apologize to her, right?"

I swear I could feel him smiling. "Yeah, you know me so well."

"We have been friends our whole lives."

"Anyways, what should I do? Buy her something? Take her out to dinner?"

Suddenly, an idea sparked up in my mind. "Ooh, Naruto, this may be a bit… much. But, didn't you say you were talking about engagement?" A large smile plastered onto my face.

I heard him gasp. "No, no, that isn't much! That's perfect!" I had to chuckle; he sounded so much like a crazed fan girl.

"Calm down, Naruto. I'm glad you like my idea, now go use it!" I urged him.

A few deep breaths later, he said, "Wait. How was your day?"

Thanks. You just had to remind me of what happened with Sasuke… Oh, Sakura, it's not his fault. "…Very bad." It wasn't the type you would say after you got fired from a your best paying job, it was the type that you would say after someone close to you had died.

It was his turn to ask, "What happened, Sakura?" his voice was as hard as a rock could ever be.

I frowned and slowed my walking down. "Sasuke and I… got into another fight. This one, however, was" —I sighed— "very horrific and upsetting. I-it broke the patience I had kept for so damn long." I winced at the fact that my voice broke.

"Oh, Sakura… Did he hurt you?" Shi-t. I've made him violent.

"N-no." Fuck. Today isn't getting along with me; I stuttered. And he knows I never stutter unless I'm lying.

"You're lying."

"Yes, I am." I said no more after that, stalling I guess you could say.

He sighed. "Tell me the damn truth then, Sakura. I am not in the mood to mess around."

I closed my eyes. I have to tell Naruto… he's my closest friends so I know he wouldn't tell anyone unless he wanted to die. Literally. "It's about time I've told you anyways… Naruto, Sasuke has been hurting me every night ever since his parents died. I couldn't tell you because I know you would flip out. I'm so sorry. Please, please don't go off and try to kill Sasuke, that's the last thing I need right now. Please, Naruto, don't. I'm begging now and that's one thing I hardly ever do." I prayed that he wouldn't go on a rampage.

There was a long silence.

"He's been abusing you?!" I had to take away the phone from my ear.

"ButIlethim!" I squeezed out of my tightly packed lips, which only sounded like one jumbled up word in a different language.

Well, I guess he could understand it. "You. Let. Him. Sakura! How could you be so stu—"

"Naruto!" God, sometimes he can be too protective. But, he can't help it. "I know, I know! It was a big, stupid mistake that I shouldn't have made. I realize that. Please, you're just reminding me of it." I rubbed my hand across my forehead, which was breaking out in a cold sweat. "You know I don't mean to sound harsh, it's just, ugh. I'm just a bit dazed." A nervous laugh bubbled into my throat and out my mouth.

"I know… I'm just so worried about you, Sakura-chan," he said in a softer tone. "Sasuke-teme; I knew something was up with him these past few months." Good, good. He was lightening up. "But, that doesn't mean I've let it go. Not at all." Or not…

"Yes, yes. I've really got to go, I'm sorry. I'm worried about little Mai-Mai, I just got back from a therapist that I'm going to be seeing daily. Okay?" I said, a bit too rushed.

He chuckled on the other end. "Alright. I love you."

"Love you too," Click. I hung up. I really was worried about Mai. I don't trust her at home with Sasuke in the house, oh no. Not anymore. Sheesh… I could've had the mind to bring my car. It would've been so much faster. Where was my brain today? In your ass. Now hurry up and get it out of that smelly shit holder. Ah, so my conscious decided to stop by for a visit; or who I like to call my "inner Sakura". She's always in the back of my head, telling me when things get too risky or dangerous, advice, blah, blah, blah. Like I said: my conscious, my inner self.

I listened to my mind and shook my head nice and hard, probably looking like a madwoman. Ugh, but all it did was make me dizzy. I groaned and held my head in my hands for a short second. Was I going to end up under this building all day? I looked up at the building in curiosity… and saw Kakashi staring right down at me with probably an amused smirk on his face. I felt myself flush intensely and I quickly focused my eyes back to the sidewalk. Okay, time to go. Seriously. I got my ass into gear and started fast-walking back in the direction I came from, which would obviously lead the way back home. Probably a home full of stress — ugh, I just can't get it out of my head, damn it!

It seemed like five seconds before I was standing right before my front door. My teeth caught my lower lip, I turned the knob, opened the door, and entered. Not so hard. My eyes shifted from side to side; there was absolutely no noise in the house. "Mai-Mai?" No response.

"S-Sasuke?"

No response.

That was definitely not a good sign. I slithered into the house more fully, inspecting all my surroundings. The table was still on the ground, along with the glass of water. Pillows were strewn here and there, the T.V. was running, most of the lights were on, also. Something seemed wrong. Missing. Suddenly, a realization came to me: neither of them were here. It came like a meteor hitting a planet. I ground my teeth together, feeling the burning sensation of upcoming tears through my nose, and ran up the stairs. My legs automatically took me to one room; Mai's. My hands fumbled with the knob, and finally got it to twist and open. I jumped in the room and searched everywhere. There was no sign of my beautiful, sleeping Mai.

My brows knitted. Don't cry. Not yet. I still had to search through our room. I got up and crossed the hall. I threw the comforter off the mattress, empty. I even looked in the closet, under the bed, all empty… No, no, no. He wouldn't do this to me. That's just, he would… kill me. This kind of 'revenge' is too much. Kidnapping our —excuse me, my— goddamn daughter, for Christ's sake?! That would way overdue it. Nobody, but a sick, evil, twisted, monster would do that.

But, Sasuke has turned into one, after all.

It's useless to look anymore, they aren't in the house. He probably even took his and her clothes. He stole my precious angel. The only thing I lived for, besides Naruto. The only thing that made me get up in the morning, and make me smile, genuinely. She was the only thing that ever made me feel truly happy lately. I worked up the energy to get my legs moving and out the front door again. I hadn't had noticed it started raining again. It fit my mood, anyway. I looked up at the grey sky, rain drops falling into my eyes, making them twitch and blink.

"Why?! You…, you drunken, lifeless bastard! Go die a slow, horrible death and burn in hell! You fucking asshole!" I yelled to no one in particular, at the top of my lungs. This time, quieter, I murmured, "You happy now? You probably got what you wanted; ruining my life." I dropped down on the ground, once again as I did before, pulled my knees up to my chest, and sobbed.

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