She's beautiful, stunning even. It's hard to keep my eyes off her, I only do it when I think she doesn't notice. I try my best not to touch her, because when I do it's hard to stop myself from doing more. I try not to talk to her, I can't let her know I'm interested in hearing her say more. I stay away as much as possible, and when I am around her, I desperately try not to notice her. She's practically a stranger to me.

Yet, she is my wife and I couldn't stop myself from grabbing her when I heard the words she spoke to me. She wanted to kill herself. I feel so guilty and before I could stop myself, I mumbled, "Your fucking drunk." Before pausing unsure if I should say the next word, "Stay."

I half expected her to flinch away from my arms as they curled around her soft frame, but she didn't. She just cuddled me closer, making my heart pound in protest against my chest and ribs. My wife burrowed her head into my chest as she cried soft tears, as I stroked her beautiful soft hair. Everything about her was soft and inviting. Once, she fell asleep around 11:00 pm, I pulled away and got up going back to the kitchen. I sighed opening the fridge and pulling out a small container that hand Sakura's loopy hand writing on it. I truly enjoyed the way she wrote my name on the small plastic box. I smirked to myself as I thought about how she cooked one of my favorite meals, before instantly frowning at how I reacted.

Yet, it was for the best. She doesn't love me.. If anything she hates me. No matter what she does I refuse to cave into her fake actions of luring me into trusting her. She just wants my money, nothing more and I gave a lot of it to her. But, I refuse to give her my heart or kindness. Her mother had said that she was using us. I heard her with my own ears. All this, just to save her fathers business from bankruptcy, it made me sick to my stomach.

"God, why does she have to be such a good fucking actress.." I scoffed out loud before grabbing a fork and put the container in the microwave. I stared blackly at the spinning dish, then glanced over at the dinning table seeing that the place mats where still out. I ran a hand through my hair, growling. I refuse to feel bad, she deserves this, she just pretends to be this amazing woman.

When the microwave dinged I grabbed the dish and dug my fork into it. I was starving I hadn't eaten all day, and was silently waiting for her to fall asleep so I could eat more of the food. It was definitely my favorite and she cooked it wonderfully, just like my mother makes it. Still chewing on my bite, I grabbed the whiskey from the mini bar we had in the corner of the living room, and poured myself a large glass before adding some coke to it. I took a gulp of it washing down the food in my mouth. I sighed contently as I looked at the baby grand my mother gave her to practice her piano. I stalked over to it and looked at the music that was on the stand.

I took another huge bite of the meal before wiping my hand on my sweats and flipping through the thick stack of papers. I read the first couple of ones and frowned at the words and notes of the pages. "Gloomy Sunday-Billie Holiday, As Time Goes By-Dooley Wilson, Black Coffee-Peggy Lee," All of them were oldies that were both classic, but deeply sad. I read the newest song she had been working on and felt my frown deepen further, as I took another long sip of my whiskey and coke. "I'm not yours by Angus and Julia stone." I read dejected to myself. I read the lyric's and found them cold and sad. It was about a woman who is clearly not feeling love from her husband. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket as I sat down my drink, with my food in the other hand. I found the song on youtube, before grabbing my drink and walking outside to the porch, hissing as I felt I had stepped into something wet. Looking down I noticed pink wine on the floor and grumble to myself. I set my food and drink down on the outside glass table and walked back inside, ripping off a paper towel and coming back to clean up the liquid.

Once done, I sat down and lit up a cigarette, before playing the song through the outdoor speakers that I had set up earlier this month, I've been waiting to try them out recently, but was so focused on avoiding Sakura that I haven't had time. I drank my drink and smoked as I listen to the music, looking out on the slowly darkening city, as businesses slowly started to close down. I closed my eyes and felt weakened by the music. It perfectly described our relationship. Except, we were never one another's to begin with.. We were nothing and still are. I frowned and finished my cigarette and finished the rest of the container of food, once the song was done. I looked through the recordings I had of her piano and singing on my phone. She had recorded a few songs for fun, but was scared of giving them out. I found the CD in her stack of albums on her desk and secretly downloaded them on my laptop. I frowned as her jazzy styled voice rang out into the night sky. They were all old school 40's and 50's songs.

It wasn't my style, but her voice was still one I could listen to for hours upon hours. The song she was currently singing was another Billie Holiday song called 'love me or leave me.' It was another classic. She loved Billie Holiday, I didn't even know she existed until I married Sakura and started snooping into her things trying to prove to myself that she was no good. I found a book I thought was maybe her dairy. I was annoyed when I discovered it was just a log of song's she liked and wanted to practice. My curious ass ended up googling the songs hoping they'ed be superficial or sell out artist. Of course, I was wrong and they were all heart felt older songs, mixed in with some newer sad piano ballads.

I tapped my foot to the music as I remembered back to the first time I was told I was to marry her.

Four years ago:

"Sasuke, please Understand! I know you don't want to marry, but I've meet Sakura and she a wonderful girl." My mother pleaded with me over breakfast as I sat there as a 24 year old kid, that felt like his life was being sold away. I hated them for doing this, but at the same time I understood why.

"I understand mother, But I will never love her! Father told me, she's just some gold digger, I'd rather continue to be with the women you and father see as sluts." I growled as she started to tear up. I sighed and looked at father for help, but instead he grunted.

"Sasuke! You will obey, and apologize to you're mother. She did nothing wrong." He said sternly. "She most likely is a gold digger, but the sooner you get married the better, and what's better than an heir's to a soon to be impressive contracting business." He grunted and placed a hand over my mothers, which silently her tears.

I glared hard at him. "Soon to be, just because of our marriage." I snarled, before looking at mom and softening my gaze. "I am sorry, mother please don't cry.. I'll merry her regardless." I frowned at my words knowing I'd soon regret them. I pushed around the food on my plate before mother cheered up a little bit.

"I know this will be hard on you, but as you know, I've become such good friends with Mebuki. She is a lovely woman and only wants the best for her daughter as well. Sakura's never dated, so, I'm sure she's just as nervous as you, my dear son.." She whispers and touched my cheek as I leaned into her touch. "You'll love Sakura, before you know it." She smiled at me lovingly.

I wanted to scream and break everything, but I didn't want to make mother cry again. She's too kind for her own good.

"Now that, thats settled. You meet her tonight over dinner. You two are to be married with in the month." My father stated plainly as I glared at my food.

"Very well."

After work with my father and Mr. Kizashi, Sakura's father, who was despite my annoying situation acted like normal good natured man, very calm and friendly. I hated myself for actually liking him. I walked in to our home and instantly over heard a womanly voice speaking about how necessary it was for Sakura to marry. I knew it was her mother and glared at the sound before my father pulled me away from my thoughts. I looked up to see a very beautiful girl with long almost pink hair, much like her father's. I frowned hard. Why the fuck does she have to be so freaking cute? She wore a short white sundress with little to no makeup and a head band that was red that kept her hair out of her beautiful face. I felt my blood boil, but not in attraction but anger.

This woman is just like every other woman that was trying to get there grubby hands on my bank book, instead fo my heart. I glared at her and said something thing I regretted as soon as the words came from my mouth. Once father and Kizashi left, my fake smile fell and I leaned over to whisper into the blushing girls ear. "Don't fucking expect me to love you, I will never love a woman that would sell herself for something so simple as money." I all but, growled in her ear, close enough to touch my lips to it.

I was expecting a glare from her when I pulled away, but all I saw was a crushed girl on the brink of tears. I was slightly taken back as I looked in her eyes, before she instantly looked at her torn and beat up sneakers that I just now noticed along with her scrapped up knees. I ignored it the best I could scraping it up to good acting as I bumped past her feeling angrier.

"Sorry.." Was all she whispered before running to the bathroom. I stood in place, before turning around and seeing the bathroom door slam. I sighed and rubbed my face, before walking into the living room. I smiled at her mother, feeling guilt bloom in my chest, but I pushed it down as I took her hand and shook it.

"Where's Sakura?" She asked and looked at me kindly.

"The bathroom, Ma'am." I mumbled and sat on the loveseat that was place across from my mother and father as well as Sakura's. Her mother looked at me once more, and smiled widely.

"Oh man, Sakura must be thrilled knowing she'll be marred to such a handsome man!" The middle aged woman giggled as my mother laughed with her tapping the woman on the leg.

I had to fight rolling my eyes as I inwardly glared at the woman that was just as bad as her annoyingly beautiful daughter.

"Oh honey, good you're back! Come sit by Sasuke!" My mother said as I refused to look at her, and just stared at the finger food that was placed on the vanity table in front of me.

I stiffen at the feel of her body warmth next to me and slightly shifted away from her touch, but felt my body wanting to lean into it at the same time.

"Sakura, are you okay?" Her father asked with worry lacing his deep tones.

'Oh shit' I thought. 'this bitch is about to cry some crocodile tears and have my mother and father screaming at me again.'

I paused and waited for her to tell them a stupid sob story, but it never came.

She giggled softly, almost sadly, "Sorry, this is embarrassing, My contact slipped and I had trouble putting them back in." She said as I looked at her. I frowned seeing her eyes where red and puffy, her little bit of eye makeup, now gone.

"When did you start wearing contacts, baby? You don't have glasses.." Her mother asked confused.

"Oh, My eye sight hasn't been the best for a while, finally got contacts." She smiled at her mother, tapping her head in a way that meant she must have for got to tell them.

I knew for sure, right then, that she was totally lying and I truly made her cry, but I grabbed my leg hard, willing myself to push the guilt away even more. I didn't care, I couldn't.

"Oh, well I'm sorry about that Sakura, I was hoping you could play a song for us when Sasuke got home, do you still feel up to it?" My mother asked her as my head snapped to her beautiful face, as she smile. She was a musician? My mother hadn't told, I guess this was another ploy to get me to like the girl beside me. Useless ploy.

"I'd love to do that, I'm fine, but I wouldn't want to bore Sasuke with my music.." She whispered, fidgeting with her long simple fingers, but short nails. I gritted my teeth, 'Bring it on.' I thought. 'This won't change my mind.'

"No, go ahead." I mumbled to her as I clamped my jaw, I'm sure, looking back now, she thought was I was baiting her to mess up, which I was, as she looked a little frighted, but my mother just giggled happily as her mother whispered something to her making both the women laugh again.

Sakura shakily stood up and walked over to the piano as I heard her say

"it was a pity that she didn't want to do piano as a living, but that she was studying to be a Nurse. That she just wanted to help people." I ignored all of them though, as she sat down at the baby grand piano that was now in our living room and opened it up.

She started playing and you could instantly tell that was amazing, she started playing what sounded like a jazz song, before I recognized it, from a movie. She was singing Cry Me a River by Julie London. She was glaring at me, but I was the only one who noticed as the others continued to talk and joke around. Yet, I didn't even notice them as I stared intently at her. Her voice was beautiful and drew me in, taking away all the air in the room, leaving me breathless. Then it was over, it was a short song, as everyone clapped, but me as she sat down beside me, and whispered in my ear.

"Don't expect me to love a conceited jerk, who will marry a woman that you already seem to have a mind set to hate." She said obviously feeling better after playing the piano.

Present day:

I smiled at the memory, she was most certainly a little pistol, I couldn't deny that I liked her to to some decree, but I refuse to let her draw me like she did my mother and now most recently my father. He has fallen victim to her charm. He even snapped at me when I referred to her as a blood sucker today work, saying I should treat my wife with more respect, even though just a year ago he was letting me know she was complaining to my mother about me, even saying she was a spoiled brat. Yet, now I'm the bad guy. Damn.

I sighed and looked at time seeing how it was 12:00 am and I was still sitting out here listening to her beautiful voice. I got up and carried the dishes to the kitchen and turned off the music before washing up my dishes and placing them back in the cabinet, so she wouldn't know I ate her food. I sighed feeling pathetic as I walked back into the room and looked at her sleeping face and found my heart squeeze as I notice her arm was bandaged before moving the cloth around it very very carefully seeing a bad burn on her forearm. I pulled away and rubbed my face hard. She didn't even say a word about her badly burned arm, but I did see the wine in her hands when she entered the bathroom, and the tears in her eyes as she closed the door. I should have known she was more than emotional hurt..

I sighed and crawled under the covers before moving my fingers over her the skin of her pale beautiful cheek. This is bad.. I don't want to fall in love with her, but here I am being a creep and watching her sleep. I growled at myself before turning my back to her and tried my hardest to get some much needed sleep.

But she waited for me there was well…

-Katt=^.^=

Hey guys,

I know I am update rather quickly, but now that I am writing what I like, It's flowing almost effortlessly out of my fingers. I love this story already. I am a romantic at heart, so It's no surprise that lost love is one of my favorites to write about. Anyways, Tell me what you think and please don't be shy!

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