Lips of an Angel Chapter 1: Lips of an Angel, a naruto fanfic

Author's Notes: Hey you guys. Yes, I have been hit with a plot bunny yet again, and it's one more song fic. I'm so stupid. It's differently from my normal SasuSaku stories.

Lips of an Angel

The earsplitting sound of his phone awoke Sasuke from his sleep.

He had been dreaming about her again. He hated being woke up from those dreams; it was the only time the life he wished he was leading became a momentary reality. Sometimes it irritated him—the way he could smell her, feel her, and taste her so vividly in a world of make believe. Either way, he relished these moments more than anything else in his life.

Shifting around in his bed, he attempted to ignore the call and resume his fantasy by turning to bury his face in the dark hair of his wife. She groaned and pushed him lightly with her hands, trying to get him to wake up. Her eyes remained closed as she started mumbling against his skin. The phone rang a third time, echoing within the hall of the silent house, reaching down the hallway, through the doorways and into their sensitive ears.

"Ne… answer the phone." She demanded lightly, turning away from him to add emphasis to her words. "It's nearly midnight. Tell them to stop calling so late."

Under normal circumstances, Sasuke would have huffed and refused her demand; the woman had no control over him. Despite this, he grunted and found himself shuffling from his warm bed toward the door. Hearing a third ring, he picked up the pace and managed to reach the adjacent room before the answering machine stole the identity of the caller. Not many people left messages for the Uchiha; either the phone was answered, or they hung up. He wondered why he even had an answering machine sometimes.

"If this is you Naruto, I'll wring your neck." He spoke to the receiver.

A sniffled met his ears; it was certainly a feminine voice in distress on the opposite end of the line. "Sa… Sasuke-kun?"

The phone almost united with the floor when his grip faltered. Why was she calling him this late? Sasuke's heart constricted with the realization he'd been awoken by the exact woman he'd been dreaming about. Allowing himself to collapse into a chair furthest away from the location of his bed in the neighboring room, he let her name escape his lips.

"Sakura."

Honey why are you calling me so late?
It's kind of hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?
I've got to whisper cause I can't be too loud.
Well, my girls in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

"Sakura… what's wrong?" he was betraying himself right now.

There was silence on the opposite end of the phone, except for the random sobs that escaped her lips. A nervous pit began to grow in his stomach, causing him to glare at the wall across the room with distaste. Part of him wanted to force her off the phone; he knew what kind of conversation was going to follow. Instead, he waited patiently for her response.

"Is Hikari there?" she asked sheepishly.

"She's sleeping." He responded.

There was silence at first. "Oh."

Sasuke ran his left hand through his hair. "Tell me what's wrong. You wouldn't call me if it wasn't important."

"Why did things have to end up like this, Sasuke-kun?"

There wasn't an answer for the question; she knew that as well as he did. Why hadn't he waited until his return to Konoha to begin the resurrection of his clan when he knew how he felt about her? The years they were separated hadn't changed his emotions as much as he'd originally hoped. The moment Sasuke stepped back into the village, with Hikari of the Hidden Mist village by his side, the nostalgia hit. Both of them were rushed to the hospital and set under the care of Sakura.

When she walked through the door, he knew she was who he'd wanted all this time. The similarities between herself and Hikari were striking, but nothing could ever compare to Sakura herself. It hadn't been until he could no longer have her that Sasuke realized what she meant to him all this time. The most ironic part was that he was the one who put himself in this situation. Sasuke was the one who got married without thinking of his other options.

Now he was kicking himself for it. Uchiha pride was the only thing keeping him faithful to Hikari anymore; if it wasn't for that, he would have left her for Sakura the first week they came to the village. It had surprised him how quickly she fell into place as his best friend instead of the intended lover she'd been all those years. There were nights when they were together after missions that the subject of Hikari would come up, and Sakura was the first to close the subject.

Sasuke wasn't a fool; even though it had been three years since he came back, he knew Sakura wasn't over it. Even though she'd run off and gotten a boyfriend (of whom he didn't approve of), her feelings still centered around him.

"I wish I knew Sakura." He responded lightly. "I wish things were different too."

"I dreamt about you again tonight."

Sasuke sighed. "I dream of you almost every night. It drives me insane. I'm in bed with my wife, and you infiltrate my mind."

He could hear her tears on the other line. "Does she know you feel that way?"

"No. Does Sai know you're still talking to me like this? If he tries anything…"

"Ne, Sasuke-kun. Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girls in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those wordsa it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

Their conversation drifted on to the things they could be doing; to what they both truly desired. It was a difficult situation, and they had at one point attempted to stop talking to each other all together to dispense of the temptations it created. Life just didn't work out to a fair advantage for that tactic; they still found their way back to each other, and in the secrecy of the night, they would talk about how things should have been.

"Sakura… I have to go soon. She will suspect something soon."

"I know." Sakura's voice sounded bitter. "I don't care."

Sasuke sighed, placing his face in the palm of his hand. "There's no point in feeling bitter toward her. We both know that won't change the situation."

"If she hadn't of bore your child, would you have married her, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura questioned.

"I… I don't know." He responded silently. "She reminded me of you, and I wasn't sure if I was ever going to come back here."

Silence came over the receiver.

"Hey… are you still there?"

"Sasuke-kun… I'm nothing like her."

"I know." He responded. "I realize that now, but there is nothing we can do."

"Goodnight, Sasuke-kun."

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never want to say goodbye
But girl you make With the lips of an angel
(And I never want to say goodbye)
But girl you make it so hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why are you calling me so late

Setting the phone down, Sasuke pulled at his raven locks. He glared through the wall at the woman he blamed for this situation; even though she had bore him a child, and although that child was promising, she wasn't what he wanted. Her dark hair wasn't the lipstick color her liked best. And although her eyes were the same, every morning he woke up to the realization that he'd resigned his life to a woman he didn't love.

Author's Notes: Okay. Yes. It's weird. It sucks. But I had to get this plot bunny out of the way. I love long, difficult plot lines. This one might stop being a one shot after a while, actually. I might make it into a chaptered story. Depends on how long it takes to finish Sacrifice: Wilted Blossom of Spring.

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Crystal Renee