Hello all and welcome back. I'm so happy to be rewriting this story and continuing it. I'm sorry for taking so long but hopefully it will be worth the wait. I think you'll find that my writing skills have improved exponentially. Since I wrote this story several years ago things have changed quite a bit in the manga, so certain events will change in this story as well.

Now, without further a due, I bring you the first rewritten chapter of "No More".

Please enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Rated M for sexual and dark content.

Realization

Lightening crackled and thunder rolled throughout the ninja village of Kohnaha as Sakura made her way through the pelting rain to the Uchiha compound. Her heeled boots made quiet squelching noises as she leapt through the puddles and mud on her way to her home.

"Home…" Sakura thought bitterly as she finally reached the gates of the infamous compound. "If you can really call it that."

After the Fourth Great Ninja war much had changed for the blossom haired girl. She had finally surpassed her master and was equal with her two teammates whom she had chased after for years. Sakura had, after so much time and continuous effort, activated the yin seal, which gleamed prominently on her forehead. She and Naruto had returned to the village and made lives for themselves while the third member of their team had taken a different route.

Naruto busied himself by studying under Kakashi to prepare himself for becoming Hokage and Sakura had opened her own hospital for injured and orphaned children. The Children's Hospital was where the young girl spent most of her time, overseeing the care of the young and healing everyone she could. Every once and a while Sakura's sensei and current Hokage would pull her away from her duties at her hospital and send her on A and S class missions, such as the mission she had just completed.

While Sakura immensely enjoyed her time spent healing the children in her ward she still yearned for the thrill of battle. She was on the level of a Sanin after all, and was one of the two rookie nine that had achieved the level of jonin before the age of 19. Her astounding intelligence was only matched by her monstrous strength and her incredible chakra control. These three things made the young girl a formidable force to be reckoned with and an extremely useful tool for her Village. Her Sensei didn't pause to utilize this and often sent her on very delicate and dangerous missions.

This last mission had been especially strenuous for the battle-hardened girl, draining her of most of her chakra and energy. She had been away for over a week, and even though she had managed to come back a few days earlier, she was thoroughly fatigued. Her exhaustion was visible as the trudged through the sludge and muck on her way to the door of the main building, the thunder still rumbling overhead. Rain poured over her, cascading down her hair and gleaming against her pale skin in the dim moonlight as she approached the door. Her toes finally touched the steps of the compound and Sakura let out a heavy sigh, rain rushing past her pearlescent lips as she did so. Inside of the building…was her husband.

Her prefect husband. Her perfectly disastrous husband.

"I don't know if I want to even see him right now…" Sakura thought miserably as she turned and sat on the steps of the compound. She took cover from the pouring rain under the awning of the roof as she slowly and meticulously unbuckled her battle worn boots. She sat on the polished wood of the porch and pulled her thigh high boots off of her legs with a soft groan, loving the feel of the cool damp air against her incredibly sore feet. After pulling both shoes off Sakura turned and placed them by the door so that they stood perfectly next to a pair of larger boots that already resided there. It had to be absolutely perfect.

With a dejected sigh Sakura finally opened the door and stepped into her home.

Honestly she wasn't even sure she could consider this house her home. Sakura slowly and softly made her way to the living room, which was just down the hallway. Her bare feet silently padded across the cold dark floor, droplets of water quietly trickling off of her soaked body as she went. Her crystalline green eyes scanned the room and Sakura couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust as lightening flashed and illuminated the dark house.

There was no hint of comfort anywhere within the compound. The walls were a drab grey, the floor a deep brown. The furniture was either white, black, or some dreary mixture of the two. The only color that ever permeated the monotonous home was that of Sakura's blossom colored locks.

Since her husband was almost always away on his journey to seek redemption Sakura was often left alone in the Uchiha compound. She had felt that the rooms could use a bit of color and had tried to put her own personal touch on the house, since it was her home now too. She had implemented some changes; adding vases with fresh flowers, rugs with subtle colors, curtains with a silky shine.

Things that made the compound seem a little brighter. All of these changes had gotten her nothing but a cold glare and an even more distant relationship with her already estranged husband.

So Sakura had removed the few things that brought her comfort in hopes of pleasing her husband and earning a little warmth in return. However he would only remain a few scarce nights then he would leave her alone once again in the morning.

Sakura entered the living room and delicately sat on their white couch, the dark room and the soft cushions beckoning her to sleep. However, she knew she couldn't do so. Sleeping on the couch would most likely displease her husband.

She then began to unbuckle her Anbu gear and set it neatly on the black coffee table in front of her, knowing that it had to be in order. It had to be perfect.

Rain pattered against the window, sending shimmering shadows all along the wall and her porcelain skin as she meticulously unzipped and unbuckled her remaining gear. Sakura finished folding the garments and sat back with a sigh, brushing a long, damp strand of pink hair out of her face.

"I'm back two days early, and I think he should still be here…" Sakura pondered quietly to herself. "I wonder if he wants to be intimate tonight? I suppose I'll just go upstairs and slip into the bed…"

On the rare occasion that her husband did return he would often ask to spend the nights engaging in intimate activities. Even when Sakura was exhausted and felt that her bones were ready to drop she would still oblige, wanting nothing more than to make him happy. Since she was a child she had known that he had been damaged and that he could not show his love as prominently as others did. She knew this and accepted this about him, genuinely loving him for who he was. When he would return to his home they would spend the nights entangled in the sheets, whispering sweet nothings and enjoying the feel of each other's skin.

Sakura couldn't say that she didn't enjoy those moments when her husband would hold her against him, when they were joined as one. She never felt closer to him and she loved knowing that she could make him feel pleasure…it was just that…she wanted something more. She wanted him to stay with her, to be with her, to love her as others did their wives. However, this was who he was, and she had to accept that.

With a sigh Sakura slowly stood from the couch as lightening flashed, silhouetting her lone figure in the dark room. A small smile tugged on her lips as she thought of entering their bedroom and gently placing a kiss on her lover's forehead.

"Maybe he'll be pleased to see me," she thought happily, feeling a little eager at the thought of him embracing her and comforting her after her grueling mission. "I'll just slip in the bed and-"

"Aaah…"

Sakura's head snapped up as her thoughts were interrupted by a muffled, feminine moan coming from above her head.

"What…?" Sakura questioned in disbelief. "That…sounded like it came from our bedroom. But, that couldn't be, I must have imagined it, ri-"

"Mmm, yes, ahh, yes!" the feminine sound echoed again, her voice clearly not a figure of Sakura's imagination.

"No…" Sakura's mind resounded numbly as her emerald eyes widened. This could not be real. There could not be another woman in her home, there simply could not be.

Sakura swallowed and kept her chakra masked as she slowly and silently made her way out of the living room and towards the dark staircase that ascended into her bedroom. As she walked down the dark hallway each step felt impossibly heavy and her gut twisted painfully with growing anxiety.

"It's not what I think, it just isn't what I think," Sakura reasoned with herself, her panic rising as she inched closer and closer to the dark staircase. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her toes rested against the bottom step. Sakura's wide, green eyes stared up ahead, to the next floor of her home, terrified of what she might see. For a moment Sakura felt paralyzed, both with fear and absolute disbelief. In that agonizing moment she didn't know if she could ascend the impossibly long staircase and uncover what ungodly act was occurring in her bedroom. Then, in the eerie silence of the house, she began to hear noises.

Her training as a ninja had heightened her senses, causing her to see, smell, and hear things an average person could not. In battle these heightened senses were absolutely necessary and could save lives, but at this moment Sakura wished she didn't have them.

She could hear the rustling of blankets and the muffled, raw sound of flesh slapping flesh, and gasping, sexual moans. Anger began to mingle with disbelief and shock as Sakura raised a trembling foot and placed it on the first step. She swallowed and gritted her teeth, going up another step, and then another. As she climbed higher and higher the sounds became louder, the noises piercing Sakura like physical blades. Each step was a knife in Sakura's back, each inch closer to the door another betrayal. A betrayal of her trust and a betrayal of her love.

Finally, she reached the top stair and turned her body towards her bedroom door at the end of the hall. As she took the first painful step forward her mind couldn't even create cognitive thoughts. She had gone completely dumb, her body seeming to move on its own. All she knew was that she needed to see what was behind her bedroom door.

The hallway appeared to stretch on for eternity but after what seemed like a lifetime Sakura finally reached her door. Her face was contorted in a look of shock, her jade eyes wide and her mouth a taught line. There she stood, cold, wet, and exhausted, and for a moment she faltered. She could hear the sounds of a woman in ecstasy but she could also hear the masculine pants and groans of a man. However, this wasn't just any man, for Sakura could recognize the voice immediately.

It was her husband's voice.

Sakura's throat constricted as the reality of the situation truly crashed over her. Her husband was cheating on her. She closed her eyes and let her forehead softly rest against the door for a moment, needing its stability, for without it she felt that she might fall. The strong wooded door was so similar to the young kunoichi. Usually it stood strong and held fast, unbending and unyielding. Yet after so much abuse it couldn't help but break.

In an instant Sakura righted herself, grasped the handle of the door, and flung it open. She stepped over the threshold of her bedroom, attempting to prepare herself, but nothing she could have done would have eased the pain of the betrayal she was currently witnessing.

She saw a young woman with fiery red hair lying on her back, legs splayed up in the air as she swayed back and forth on Sakura's bed. Sakura immediately identified her as her husband's old partner, who Sakura had personally healed herself. On top of the woman was her beautiful lover, his pale, muscular back glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He turned his head over his shoulder to face her, still mounted on top of the other woman. His raven hair was slightly plastered to his skin, and his midnight eyes had gone wide with shock.

Sakura stood there, frozen. She could barely feel herself breath as she stared at the scene before her. Then something inside of her snapped.

"Sasuke-kun…" she breathed.

She spoke in disbelief, raising shimmering emerald eyes to meet with his deep onyx ones.

"Sakura…" he lamely replied, obviously at a loss for one of the few times in his life.

He then swiftly pulled out of the woman on the bed and slid to the floor, quickly pulling on a pair of pants that had been tossed on the ground. The red haired woman reached for a pair of glasses on Sakura's nightstand and hurriedly put them on, all while scrambling to cover her nude body.

Sakura remained quiet all the while, still in a state of disbelief. The three stared each other down for a moment before Sasuke spoke.

"You are back early," he said in his usual deadpan voice, but Sakura could sense his anxiousness and guilt.

"Yes, I am," she replied quietly, not addressing Sasuke directly because she could not take her eyes off of the woman on the bed. Sakura had single handedly saved that woman's life and this is how she repaid her?

Sasuke swallowed as he stared at his wife, soaked and shocked, and attempted to regain her attention. "Sakura, listen, I can-"

"How long?" Sakura interrupted softly, her gaze lowering to the floor.

"…What?" Sasuke said with a pause, a bit shocked that Sakura hadn't heard him out.

"How long has this been going on?" Sakura ground out, her fists clenching at her sides as she continued to stare at the floor.

Sasuke paused and turned his face to the side, his jaw clenched. "Eight months…" he said finally.

"Eight…mon-…eight months…eight?!" The words echoed in Sakura's mind over and over, anger bubbling up to replace her grief. She had been supporting herself and staying in this hellacious house for him, enduring months of neglect. He on the other hand was floundering around with this other woman for almost a year?! Her fists trembled slightly as the full force of her lover's betrayal crashed over her like a wave. She felt like she might suffocate beneath her shock and anger as she stood there before her traitorous husband.

Sasuke outstretched his arm and began to take a step towards her but Sakura's head snapped up and she reeled back. "Don't you dare touch me" she quietly ground out as her flashing emerald eyes rose to meet Sasukes's. Sasuke retracted his arm, a slight look of confusion flashing across his usually placid face.

Sasuke and Sasuke stared at each other for a few painful moments, the air seeming not to move between them. Sasuke took Sakura in, her damp blossom hair hung in wet ringlets, framing her pale face. Her sparkling green eyes staring him down, filled with anger and despair. He took an aggravated breath and sighed.

"Sakura, we can get through this. This is nothing," he stated coolly. He then turned his head to Karin and slightly jerked his head to the side, telling her she needed to leave. Karin scowled but got off of the bed and began to gather her clothes. When Sasuke turned back to face Sakura he was startled to see her smiling credulously at him.

Sakura gave a little laugh of disbelief as her husband tried to tell her that this was nothing.

Sakura met his cold gaze and matched it, her face losing any sign of emotion.

" No Sasuke, it isn't," Sakura said coldly, all signs of amusement gone from her voice. She then snapped her head to face the woman currently trying to leave. Sakura's glare made Karin freeze in place, too afraid to try and pass her. The pink haired kunoichi then turned her attention back to her lover.

"It's over, Sasuke. I'm finished," Sakura said quietly, her steely gaze boring into Sasuke.

"What?" Sasuke questioned softly, his black eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at his distressed spouse. He was sure he had misheard her. Sakura could never abandon him, and he knew that for a fact.

"It's over," Sakura repeated, a bit louder this time.

"Sakura, pl-"

"No!" Sakura roared, interrupting Sasuke midsentence. His onyx eyes widened at the sight of his wife, her enraged expression directed at him.

"Sasuke, I'm through with you! I'm finished!" Sakura choked out, her grief and anger erupting.

Sasuke stood motionless, too shocked to move. He watched Sakura as if she were some strange creature he had never seen before, completely new to him.

Sakura stood before him, her breathing heavy. She shuddered a bit as she inhaled, her body wracked with emotion. Then, she ran a hand through her cherry blossom locks and her face went completely placid. Sakura then addressed the confused man standing before her.

"I'm leaving and I won't be coming back. I'm not going to live here anymore, nor am I going to let you abuse me any longer. I will have the divorce papers on the counter in the morning. Sign them," Sakura said lowly, her voice not wavering in the least. She then cast one last glance at the woman standing in the corner and made a sound of distaste. Not bothering to look back at Sasuke or wait for an answer she swiftly turned on her heel and exited the room. As she walked down the dark hall and began to descend the stairs she could hear him calling her. She paid him no mind and didn't slow as she continued to walk through the house.

She didn't even bother to grab her cloak or her shoes, she simply threw open the front door and stepped out into the pouring rain. Hot, burning tears mixed with the cold drops of rain as Sakura turned her back on the Uchiha compound.

…

Sasuke squinted his eyes as rays of morning light penetrated through the curtains and illuminated his bedroom. He lifted up a pale hand and rubbed his face, sighing softly. Last night had certainly not turned out as he planned.

He opened his eyes and rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling. He should have been more careful. He was so caught up in fucking Karin that he hadn't even sensed that Sakura had come home.

"Sakura…who was she kidding?" Sasuke thought to himself grimly. She could never leave him; she needed him too much. She yearned for him, craved him, needed him. Sure, she would be angry, but she would forgive him. She always did.

Still…a small feeling of anxiety tugged at Sasuke's gut, even as he tried to convince himself that Sakura would never leave him.

He rose from his bed slowly, turning his head to see the empty space beside him. He frowned slightly upon seeing Sakura was not there.

"It's only natural she wouldn't want to sleep here tonight," he reasoned with himself. "I'm sure she'll be downstairs, wanting to discuss what happened last night."

Sasuke then dressed slowly, casually, as if trying to further prove that absolutely nothing was wrong. He then descended the stairs at a leisurely pace, ignoring that small nagging feeling in the back of his mind. As he made his way to the kitchen he grimaced upon thinking of Karin. He would have to try to sort things out with her as well. She had wanted him to leave Sakura since the day they married and this would only encourage her.

Giving an aggravated sigh, he entered their kitchen, half expecting Sakura to be there brewing coffee. Black, of course. However, it was completely devoid of life.

As Sasuke suspiciously made his way through the room something on the counter caught his eye. His heart skipped a beat and he swallowed, trying to steady his breathing. A small stack of white papers sat in his kitchen counter.

Gradually, painfully, Sasuke made his way over to the counter, keeping his usual emotionless face. He reached the papers and stared down credulously. He slowly picked up the small stack and as he scanned them his blood began to run cold.

They were divorce papers…and Sakura had already signed.

Well everyone, that concludes the first rewritten chapter! I had a wonderful time writing it and I hope you enjoyed it. As you can see, I've made changes already to adapt to the current manga, so the plot won't be exactly the same. Another chapter should be coming out within a month, if my Beta keeps me on schedule, ha, ha. Let me know what you think, or shoot me some story ideas. I always love reading what you have to say. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it!

Long Live Naruto.