Hello there! This is my first Naruto fanfiction!

Now this idea plagued me after I heard the song 'Six Degrees of Separation' by The Script. So this stort is based off of the idea.

Warnings: Strong language, OOCness, sexual content and hints of violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything but the plot.

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First, you think the worst is a broken heart

"Six Degrees Of Separation" - The Script

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Sasuke tightened his grip on her hips as he continued to thrust into her. His girlfriend's moans were muffled by the pillow she had against her mouth; he hated when she did that. It stopped him from hearing her scream out his name in pleasure. One of his hands travelled down her back, grabbed her mass of hair that lay at the edge of the bed. He loved that she grew her hair out, it wasn't that he didn't like it short but there was just so much to hold onto during sex or when she decided to give him head.

She began to spasm underneath him, the tell-tale sign that her orgasm was near. His thrusts became faster, harder, deeper, wanting her to feel him completely and remember that she was his. As usual, her yell was covered up by the pillow but what killed him was when she looked back at him. Face red, eyes glassy with lust and swollen lips. It was enough to send him over the edge and he let out a low moan as he released. After he finished empting himself, he pulled back and removed the condom. Another thing he hated that she made him do. Over the last few weeks, she made him wear a condom whenever they had sex and he hated it. The feeling just wasn't the same.

He got up and went into the bathroom and disposed of the horrid rubber in the toilet. Glancing in the mirror, he couldn't help but smirk at his reflection. He was arrogant, so could admit that he was a fine specimen of the male species. He was the type of guy that couldn't go anywhere with girls fawning over him. It was hard enough just leaving his condo sometimes. And it only made sense that he'd have a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend. Not only was she beautiful but smart, funny, almost too good to be true. One of her major flaws had to be her raging temper and her overbearing motherliness. But did he love her.

Grabbing his sweatpants off the bathroom floor, he tugged them on and walked about into the bedroom. The air left his lungs when he noticed that she wasn't in bed and that her clothes weren't on the floor. A flash of pink caught his attention as she stepped out his walk-in closet fully dressed.

"Sakura? What are you doing?"

She ignored him as continued throwing her things into a large duffle bag. Zipping it up, she slung it over her shoulder and looked at him. Sasuke was stunned by the emotions in her eyes. Sakura just downcast her eyes and walked passed him.

"Where are you going? What's wrong?"

Still he received no answer as she left the bedroom.

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"For the love of―! Sakura just stop walking and tell me what's wrong!" The female ignored him as she continued down the hallway. "Running away won't solve anything! You're just being a coward."

Sakura paused, her long pink hair swirling about as she turned around and dropped the bag. She couldn't believe he'd actually accuse her of being a coward. Sure she was running away but it was better that way; for both of them. This was the only way she could escape from…from all of this! The pinkette let her eyes roam over him, disgust evident in their green depths. His dark sweatpants hung loosely on his hips, those strong arms stretched out in front of him. It brought back memories of being wrapped up in them but now was not the time to let them overwhelm her. There was still the scent of sex around, sweat glistening off his toned chest and his damp, ebony locks had that sexy bed-head look.

While he managed to look like he just stepped out of magazine, it was obvious that she wasn't as fortunate. Her bra was stuffed in her bag, while the off-shoulder top she wore clearly displayed her medium sized breasts and erected nipples. Though she had arrived in shorts, Sakura opted for her silk pyjama bottoms. The light mascara was smudged around eyes, highlighting the colour of her eyes. The smell of sex lingered around her as well but not as prominently.

"Finally", Sasuke sighed. "Now tell me why you're upset. Whatever it is can't be so bad that you have to leave in the middle of the night. I gave you the romance you asked for, so let's get back to it."

Sakura couldn't stop the frustrated cry that escaped her mouth. Sure she was a violent person, always punch her childhood friends Naruto and Sai but not once had she ever felt the need to hit Sasuke. He was the calm and collected one who didn't do or say anything stupid. But at that moment she wanted to slam his head into the wall.

"What now?" He sighed.

"Romance?" The word sounded like poison as she said it. "You call tonight romantic Sasuke? Are you fucking serious? Ordering a pizza, watching fucking Mexican wrestling and going at it doggy-style is what you call romantic? How the fuck can you even think that it's romantic?"

Sasuke crossed his arms over his chest and growled under his breath. "What the fuck do you want from me then?"

Sakura froze.

Was this it? Was this all the romance she was ever going to get from him? From the man who claimed to love her and who she claimed to love? They'd been together for a year and a half now and things between weren't always a bucket of sunshine but they made it work despite everything. Did this really that this was the best that she'd ever get? How could anyone settle for this?

But it seemed that with his last sentence that this was the end between them.

A single tear fell from her eyes but she didn't bother to wipe it.

"God don't start crying on me now", he groaned. "Come here and lets go to sleep and you'll feel better in the morning."

"I can't do this anymore Sasuke."

His head snapped up so fast she was sure that she heard it crack.

"Do what anymore?"

"This!" Sakura shouted as she gestured between them. "This relationship is killing me. It's toxic, intoxicating and it just isn't worth the trouble anymore. I've taken all your bullshit and it's just too much. Your father hates me. He thinks that I'm a whore who's trying to make her way to the top. Your mother may adore me but do you have any idea how it feels to sit through your family dinners and have your father talk about all the prospective wives he's picked out for you? Or those condescending looks he throws or just him pretending that I'm not even at the table? Do you think I deserve that kind of treatment? I'm human! These type of things effect me! I've had to sit through your bouts of anger and I even forgave you for the time you accidently attacked me."

A strangled sob escaped her as the memory popped into both their minds.

She came to his apartment, found it trashed and him punching the hell out of the living room wall. She called for him to stop but he was too drunk in his rage to even notice or listen to her. She moved forward but not too close and said his name again. Something inside him snapped as he spun around and slammed his hand into her cheek. Before she had time to even react to the blinding pain, he wrapped his hand around her throat and choked her. She struggled to fight him. No matter how many times she whimpered out his name or clawed at his arm, he wouldn't let up. When her last bit of breath was about to leave her, he regained his head and released her before cradling her in his arms and begging her to forgive him.

It was the first time he'd ever cried in front of someone who wasn't his mother and he was at loss for what he did to her.

"I never got anger at you for what happened that day. Nor have I ever taken out my anger out at you unnecessarily. Sure it took me a while to actually be around you alone but what were you expecting? That I'd pretend that nothing happened? You nearly killed me! I went through those periods where you refused to speak to me at all. Like some caveman, you'd show up at my home and drag me into my room for sex then leave. You made me feel like some kind of slut who you could just sleep with! You completely cut me off then threw a fit when I went to seek help from your brother. I never said anything and I didn't ask you to either but I needed to know if this was normal which was why I asked Itachi! Sure we've known each other since childhood but I didn't know how you were like in a relationship."

Sasuke said nothing. Her eyes bore straight into his, transfixing him, silencing him.

"I allowed you to treat me like complete shit whenever we were in public together. Do you have any clue as to what that did to my self-esteem? I have only myself to blame for allowing you to do that to me. I let you talk shit about me your friends and said nothing! We have the same group of friends and you think it wouldn't get back to me? You always had to be the one who was happy, the one who was fully satisfied before everyone else. Just because you grew up in a life of luxury doesn't mean that I am below you! You didn't care me and you definitely weren't afraid to show it. Remember when you slept with Karin? Claiming it was an accident yet again? I took you back no questions asked."

Sakura sucked in a trembling breath as she continued. "You have no idea how much I cherished the moments when you were so gentle with me. Always holding me and making sure I was fine. That's when I thought maybe this is why I stuck around for so damn long. But those moments became so rare and they began to only matter to me. So I suggested a romantic evening in hope that you would respond the way I thought you would. But I guess that means nothing to you huh?"

Sakura finally broke the stare and softly wiped the tears from her eyes. She wasn't sure when they started to fall but as they went; her heart began to feel light as the burden of everything over the last year and a half was lifted.

"I will always love you Sasuke, that you can be certain of", she whispered. "But right now I don't. I just don't love you like I loved you yesterday."

Silently, the pinkette turned around, picked up her bag and moved towards the door. Her heart was breaking as memories flooded into her mind. Sure it felt good to get everything off her chest, but there was still so much history between them. The dark haired male stumbled to the door, grasping her waist as her hand hovered above the knob and yanked her to his chest.

"Please Sakura, don't do this to me. I'll change and I'll make love to you the way you deserve. Just don't go."

The sincerity in his voice was threatening her to turn around and pretend like nothing had ever happened. But she wouldn't be swayed by his false promises. Sasuke had told her the same thing after he attacked her, after he cheated on her and still things were the same. There was a part of her that wanted to stay with him, to make things work but the other part, the much larger one knew that this was the time to get out now and get out quick.

Removing his arms from around her, Sakura held back another sob as his warmth left her. Sasuke's hands balled into a fist and crashed against the doorframe.

"We just don't fit together anymore. I don't think we ever did."

She gripped the doorknob, her shuddered rattling the frame. Drawing in a short breath, she pulled the door open just enough for her to squeeze out. She didn't want to turn around and see the look he wore, know that it would crush her. It would make her want to stay with him.

Stepping out into the corridor, she walked as fast as her legs would allow her to and pushed the elevator button. A moment passed before it slid apart and she moved inside. It didn't matter that she would have to walk home in the middle of the night. All she needed to know was that she could breathe again. Turning around, Sakura punched for the ground floor and glance up.

The sight killed her.

Sasuke was staring straight at her but his eyes were dead. And she knew that she was the cause. Once he told her that she was the light of his life and now that light was gone and wasn't coming back. His fingers were bleeding from the grip he held on the frame but the blood trailing down his arm didn't bother him. His mouth was set into a thin, hard line and it was evident that he was biting down on his tongue to stop himself from saying or doing anything.

The metallic doors closed and she heard a scream of pain echo from the hallway. The tears poured from her eyes, a hand came up to cover her mouth. She felt sick to the stomach after what she had just done. She felt like she just killed someone.

She killed Sasuke.

Only once had she seen him look like that and it was after his mother had suffered from a heart attack. They thought that she wasn't going to make it and he wore the same look when they said that it was unlikely that she'd ever come out of the coma. That was five years ago and she was fine after a three months.

The major difference now was that she wasn't coming back after three months.

She wasn't coming back at all.

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Sasuke slammed the door shut and gave another shout of frustration. How dare she leave him when he needed her the most? He was furious to think that she'd actually give up and leave him. He'd go see her in the morning when she'd calm down and then talk some sense into her. She couldn't just abandon him like this.

But…isn't that what he wanted all along? Didn't he have to force himself to treat her terribly so that she would in the end see that he wasn't good enough for her? It pained him to gaze into those beautiful green eyes and watch her heart break every time she looked at him. He loved her, more than anything. There weren't enough words to describe his feelings for her. And that's why he chose to let her go. After the time he attacked her, he couldn't forgive himself for it. The only person he told was his brother Itachi, who immediately beat the shit out of him for doing something like that to her. He hated how easily she forgave him and still remained by his side. Then when he cheated on her, he had toyed with the idea and dismissed it but then he'd accidently gotten drunk and woke in bed with Karin. And yet again she forgave him. Why couldn't she see that he was going to be the end of her?

When he saw her packing her bag, realisation dawned on him. Was this it? Was this the moment when she finally left him? In the beginning he thought that he would feel relieved that she finally realise that he was no good for but actually see it happening was like someone ripping out his heart. He was scared but he couldn't control his temper. Shouting was not something he wanted to do. Instead he wanted to coax her back into bed with him and hold her in his arms and never let go. The shock look on her face threw him off. Sakura was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve but at that moment when she began to speak, he saw for the first time everything he had done to her and the amount of damage he did to her heart.

As she spoke, his heart crumbled. He knew he didn't treat her the way she deserved but he had no idea how it affected her. He knew that his father didn't approve of their relationship but he didn't see the impact that it had on her. Normally he'd ignore everything the old man said but he'd never noticed the way he looked at her. How did he miss it? How did she stay with him for so long after everything he'd put her through? How could she still love him? When she turned around to look at him, he saw her break fully under what she had just done. He knew that she would blame herself but it was really his fault.

It was always his fault.

Sakura's words began to echo through his mind.

"I will always love you Sasuke that you can be certain of. But right now I don't. I just don't love you like I loved you yesterday."

"We just don't fit together anymore. I don't think we ever did."

They played over and over in his head like a mantra. He tried to block them out but they would just force their way back in.

Though he thought that making Sakura leave would bring him a peace of mind, he'd never felt more distraught in his whole life. Everything in his life was beginning to have no meaning without her.

Sakura was his life.

Sasuke struggled to get back into his room. Her sweet aroma still lingered in the air, almost driving him insane with the need for her. The sheets on the bed were still rumpled, random strands of her pink hair which he accidently pulled out were scattered along the top of the bed. His room held some ornaments that she placed in order to help brighten the place up. Everywhere was a remainder of her very existence.

An existence he couldn't live without.

He sunk down onto the bed and drew the sheets up to his nose, breathing in her fragrance for the last time. Nothing could compare to her. Nothing would ever replace her.

Nothing would ever be the same without her.

It was the first time in his twenty-five years of living had he ever felt the need to die.

His heart was gone…

…And this time, he knew that he would never get it back.

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Well that's the first chapter.

Let me know what you think! Any errors you stop let me know so that I can fix them!

Until next time!