Promise Chapter 2: Reunion, a naruto fanfic

Inspired by Jodi Picoult's Picture Perfect.

Promise
parings: sasusaku, narusaku
genre: Romance
summary: Inspired by Jodi Picoult's Picture Perfect. To everyone, they seemed to have the perfect fairytale love story. High school sweethearts who fell in love, and got married. But something altered their seemingly perfect marriage as a frightening pattern took shape.
Chapter 2: Reunion: …Sakura stuck out her hand towards him, and then impulsively wrapped her thin arms around him. Over Sakura's shoulder, Naruto did not miss the flicker that iced Sasuke's eyes for a fraction of a second…

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. Nor do I own the novel Picture Perfect. Neither do I own A Message, by Coldplay.

Warning: lemon in chapter

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Sakura glanced at the dark-haired man claiming to be her husband. Her breath caught in her throat. He was absolutely beautiful. He couldn't possibly be her husband, she couldn't possibly be that lucky.

She watched him as he cautiously approached her. "You don't remember me, do you?" Sakura opened her mouth to respond but couldn't seem to form any words.

"I'm Uchiha Sasuke, your husband." He held up his passport for her to see as proof.

"W-wait. The Uchiha Sasuke." Sasuke only nodded. "Son of Uchiha Fugaku, the chairman of Uchiha Corps."

"Yes."

"Um…wow."

Sasuke tilted his head slightly towards the left. "You know who I am, but don't remember me."

"Who doesn't know you."

"Sakura." The way her name slid off his tongue, made her go weak in the knees. Sasuke reached for her arm. "Come on, let's go home. I'll make you remember."

"Do you have any proof?"

"Excuse me?"

"That I'm your wife. Do you have any proof of that?"

Sasuke though for a moment and then reached behind himself, taking his wallet out of his back pocket. Opening it, he grabbed a laminated photo and held it out to her. "Here." It was a photo of herself. It was a tiny picture, capturing her face and the upper half of her torso. Navy blue sheets were placed wrapped around her, covering her full breasts, her eyes were twinkling with a cute smile upon her flushed face.

"If she's having her doubts, I don't mind leaving with him." Sakura subconsciously heard a woman in the back say.

"And here." Sasuke handed her a piece of paper. "It's a copy of our marriage certificate. The real one's in our safe." Sakura glanced at her and Sasuke's signatures on the certificate, and then looked up at him again. His ebony eyes seemed honest.

Sakura opened her mouth to utter something, but Sasuke beat her to it. "And yes, you are Uchiha Sakura. Here's your passport."

"Oh…umm…so, looks like you have all the proof…" Sakura bit her lip, and gulped, to quench her suddenly parched throat. "I..I…" She didn't know what else to say. She couldn't believe she was married to this god-like creature.

"Sakura…" He uttered her name like a mantra. "Sakura…" His hand reached for her, and Sakura felt her back clench up. No matter how beautiful her supposed husband was, in this moment he was a complete stranger to her. Perceiving her reaction, Sasuke's hand froze mid-air, as his eyes lowered in painful rejection. Sakura felt a sudden pang in her chest, she realized she couldn't bear to see him in pain.

Her hand reached out and touched his. Sasuke looked up in surprise, to catch a breathtaking smile of Sakura's, one that he loved so much. Hands intertwined, he pulled her close to himself, and gently placed his lips upon her prominent forehead. 'Me. He wants me.' She thought.

Sasuke locked her eyes with his striking gaze. "If you are unable to get your memory back, I'll make you fall in love with me again if I have to." He whispered. Sakura smiled back at him.

'Naruto' Sakura turned around and glanced a Naruto. He stood tall and erect near the front desk. He caught her gaze and gave her a his goofy grin, which was fully returned by Sakura. Shrugging out of Sasuke's arms, she walked up to Naruto. "Naruto, thank you….I really wasn't expecting this to end this way."

"Nor was I…" Came the reply. Sakura stuck out her hand towards him, and then impulsively wrapped her thin arms around him. Over Sakura's shoulder, Naruto did not miss the flicker that iced Sasuke's eyes for a fraction of a second. He loosened Sakura's arms and held them down with his hands, stealthily slipping a piece of paper which he'd inscribed with his phone numbers and address. "In case you ever need anything." He placed a chaste kiss on her creamy cheek, and took a miniscule step back.

Sakura stuffed the paper into her jackets pocket, and thanked him. She lived a fairytale life, what could she possibly need. She walked back to Sasuke who was waiting patiently next to the entrance of the station. He framed her face in his palms. "You don't know what it was like losing you."

Sakura absorbed the fear in his voice. She had been frightened too, but that all seemed secondary next to his. "It's okay. I was gone for just a little while. Besides, I was close." Sasuke seemed to relax, and Sakura was amazed that it made her feel better as well.

"Now this next part is going to get ugly." Sasuke threw his glance outside towards the swarming media. Anchoring her close to himself he threw open the door. He pushed a path for them through the throng of paparazzi and cameramen. Dazed, Sakura glanced up for fraction of a second only to see a looming face, and a flash go off. Blinded, she had no choice but to bury her face into Sasuke's chest. She felt him squeeze her arm, as she willingly sacrificed herself to the strength of her strange husband.

The ride home was a quite one. It wasn't that Sakura didn't know what to say to him: it was that she had too much to say to him. Too much to ask. Sakura was sure Sasuke felt about the same. Approximately twenty minutes later, Sasuke's butler, Kimimaro stopped the silver CTS-V Cadillac in front of a beach house, which had seemed to jump right out of Sakura's dreams to stand before her.

Behind the wrought iron gates, the two-story, pristine white beach house stood proudly, with enormous, navy blue-tinted windows strategically placed everywhere around the house. The second story of their abode had a mini balcony, overlooking the front of the house. The house itself was surround by various lamps, palm trees, and tactically placed lilies, carnations, and a variety of green plants. Part of the gray marble driveway broke off into a separate pathway which lead up to the front porch, where a tiny water fountain stood beside it, illuminated with tiny golden lights. The rest of the driveway lead to a three car garage, right next to the building. A black LRX Land Rover was parked right outside the garage.

Sasuke reached for her hand to bring her inside, but stopped mid-step to look over his shoulder. "You are now dismissed, Kimimaro. Go home."

Kimimaro bowed before his boss. "Thank you, sir. And have a good night." He looked towards Sakura. "Sakura-sama, it's great to have you back."

"Thank you, Kimimaro. Get good night's rest." Sakura smiled. Kimimaro nodded in return before retreating back into the car.

"Come on." Sasuke urged her to move, as he grabbed her hand and led her into that magnificent building she was admiring just moments ago.

The view of the inside of their home was even more breath-taking as the outside. Their walls were painted pure white, and the floor seemed to be made of pure oak, with the softest, beige carpeting placed strategically throughout the house. Their furniture and accessories gave the house an overall look of modern living.

Tired, Sakura sunk into a black, leather couch, and let out the softest of sighs. She watched Sasuke, as he walked over to her and sat down beside her, letting his head fall on top of hers. Ever since they left the station, Sasuke had never hesitated to touch her. Possessively. Like he was making sure she knew that she belonged to him.

"I'm tired." Sakura said in a soft voice. He gaze caught the clock ticking on the wall. It was barely past five.

"Hn. It has been a long day." Sasuke glanced at his phone, for he had just received a text message from his mother. "Is it okay if my mom comes over. She wants to see if you're alright."

Sakura nodded, as Sasuke texted back. "So…what's she like?"

Uchiha Mikoto was probably the most beautiful woman Sakura had ever seen. Beauty refined with grace and elegance. Age had yet to take it's toll on her, as for her skin shown barely any wrinkles, and her pitch black hair had only a few grays. Even the way she carried dinner into their house was poised.

"Sasuke. I've made us dinner. Your father is on his way. We'll eat together as a family. And Sakura." She turned to look at Sakura, giving Sasuke her tote which was filled with her scrumptious cooking. She walked up to Sakura to give her a hug. "I'm so glad to see your not hurt."

Sakura hesitantly brought her arms up and wrapped them around her. Mikoto pulled away and looked into her eyes. "You don't remember me do you?"

"Can't say I do." Glancing at Mikoto's cheerless expression, Sakura continued. "But I'm sure I'll remember soon!"

"Yes. Fugaku told me that you've lost all your memories. You don't even remember Sasuke." Mikoto sympathetically patted her cheek.

"Food's on the table." Sasuke intervened.

"Putting the tote on the table, doesn't mean it's ready, Sasuke." Mikoto scolded.

Dinner was going well, yet Sakura never felt more left out. She didn't know anyone, not even her own husband. She didn't know what say, or how to react. So she opted to keep to herself, as she quietly ate dinner. Sakura couldn't help notice that throughout the whole dinner Sasuke kept touching her. Mostly by placing his left arm around her.

"What I do for a living?" Sakura randomly asked. The three Uchihas stared at her.

"You are a teacher. You teach biology at Konoha University. I believe you classes were Intro to Bio 1010, Bio for non-majors 1001, and Bio 1020."

"What? How old am I? How could I-"

"Your twenty-four. You graduated college early by taking many classes. By your second year, you were already at a junior level in college. I had to do the same." Sasuke stated as he glanced at Fugaku, who'd averted his eyes and continued eating. "And now you were working to receive your PhD. You had one year left…actually, only a couple credits till you would've received it."

Sakura sat erectly in her chair. "I need to call them. What the University didn't read the newspaper, or something. They're probably worried. Besides, I could lose my job."

"I've already taken care of everything. Plus, I also got them to give you a leave, till you get your memories back."

"Without talking to me first."

"…" Fugaku and Mikoto exchanged a perplexed glance.

"Sakura-" Sasuke said in a warning tone.

"Sasuke, I remember biology. I'm pretty sure I can teach it. Besides that's not the point. You should have told me that I taught at a University sooner. Without having me to ask about it. You should've asked me if I wanted to still teach or not. Only because you're my husband doesn't give you the right to control my life."

"I was thinking about you!" Sasuke angrily yelled, as his hand clenched the wine glass, efficiently breaking it. Sakura watched as the clear red liquid flowed down his strong hands onto the glass table, the fight in her flowing out as well.

"I'll go- I'll go get a rag or something." She mumbled as she got up.

"I swear, I've never seen her act like that." Whispered Fugaku.

"Me neither." Came Sasuke's reply as he watched his wife's retreating back.

After the blowout, Sakura decided to keep quite throughout the rest of the dinner. After Sasuke's parents left home, sprawled in a loft like area on the second floor of the house, Sasuke opted to show Sakura every picture of them in the house, hoping that at least one of them would trigger a memory. But Sakura's mind kept drawing a blank.

"How bout this one?" Sasuke held up a picture of a laughing Sakura throwing a snowball at the camera. Sakura glanced at the picture and then at Sasuke, and shrugged.

Sasuke sighed and let the picture fall down onto the floor. Laying down the white carpet, he placed both his arms behind his head, intertwining them. His loose t-shirt rode up a little, showing off a bit of his abs which made Sakura lightly gasp. Glancing at the clock he told her they should go to bed. "You're probably tired."

Something akin to fear etched itself in her heart. What would the sleeping arrangements be like? She just met Sasuke today, she wasn't sure if she was ready to share a bed with this stranger husband of hers. Sakura fiddled with the hem of silky red lingerie she had changed into earlier. It had thin straps that held the dress up, and stopped two-inches above her knees. Sasuke thought it'd make her feel more relaxed, but it'd just made her feel more self-conscious. "Umm…"

"It's fine." Said Sasuke as he stood up. "I'll sleep in the guest room."

My song is love
Love to the loveless shown
And it goes on
You don't have to be alone

"Where's-"

"The one at the end of the hall. Mine's right here." He nodded to the door across the loft.

"Okay." Sakura walked down the hall, and right before she reached the door to the master bedroom she called him. "Sasuke?"

"Hn?"

"Thank you."

Sasuke gave her a smirk before disappearing into the dark abyss of the guest bedroom.

Walking into the enormous bathroom Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. Turning the facet to cold, she splashed some water on her soft face. Glancingg at mirror again, she concluded, she didn't look too bad in the lingerie, but next to Sasuke everyone looked ordinary and washed out.

Your heavy heart
Is made of stone
And it's so hard to see you, clearly
You don't have to be on your own
You don't have to be on your own

In the guest bathroom, Sasuke stared at his hard-on. 'You're the one who gave her that lingerie to wear, now suffer the consequence.' It mocked him. Letting out a breath of annoyance, Sasuke walked into the shower. Turning on the shower to cold, Sasuke jumped around in the shower, hoping his skin will adjust to the cold soon. When the cold didn't burn his flesh anymore he pored some bodywash in the palm of his hand.

Dick in hand, Sasuke ran his hand up and down his shaft. "Ah." Sasuke felt his eyelids close, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. 'Sakura. Sakura. Sakura.' He kept repeating his head. He suddenly felt like a horny teenager again. When Sakura had made him wait till she was ready to sleep with him, he used to jerk one out almost every night. Back then it annoyed him, and made him sexually frustrated. Enough to cheat on her, something he's never forgiven himself for. But now, when he looks back at the situation, Sasuke respected Sakura for not giving in to her desires, no matter how much he pushed her to. People always thought that he was the strong one in their relationship. But they couldn't be more wrong. She stood her ground, he caved.

Minutes later, he felt his pleasure build up as he jerked his hand faster and faster along the length of his shaft. He grunted Sakura's name as he finally released onto the shower's floor. Sasuke watched as his semen swirled around in the soapy water, before being claimed by the drain.

And I'm not gonna take it back
And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that I'm aiming at
Can i get that message home?

Sasuke laid his head to rest on the cool surface of glass shower door, and let out a sigh. Today he'd gotten the biggest scare in almost all of his life. The thought of a life without Sakura scared him. She had always been a constant, beautiful part of his otherwise fucked up life. He loved Sakura too much to lose her.

My song is love
My song is love unknown,
But I'm on fire for you, clearly
You don't have to be alone
You don't have to be on your own

A scream jerked him out of his thoughts. 'What the-… Sakura!' Anxious, Sasuke ran out of the shower to where his beloved was. "Sakura!"

He opened their bedroom doors to find Sakura beckoning a moth to fly out the opened balcony doors. "Sasuke!" She exclaimed, her back still turned to him. "The moth literally came out of no where and startled me, I didn't mean to concern you." To avoid any more damage, the harmless moth found it's way out the balcony to the starry night sky. Sakura finally turned around to face Sasuke. Only to take a step back in shock. "You're naked….and wet."

"So I am." Said Sasuke indifferently.

"Umm.." Sakura tried but couldn't keep her eyes off the naked Adonis in the room. Her eyes grazed his god-like face. His long neck. His chiseled chest, lean but muscular. And of course his package. He was certainly gifted in every aspect.

"Like what you see." Smirked Sasuke.

"Eeep!" Caught red-handed, Sakura felt her face heat up as tore gaze away from his manhood, and turned her back to him looking at the balcony. Feeling a somewhat familiar ache between her legs, Sakura didn't trust herself to say anything. So she opted to stay quite.

And I'm not gonna take it back
And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that I'm aiming at
And I'm nothing on my own
Got to get that message home

She could feel Sasuke walking near her, but couldn't figure out what to do. He stood behind her, his breath on her neck, raising goose bumps across her skin, as she fiddled with her hands. The ache between her legs only increased as she softly felt his semi-hard-on on her lower back. He grabbed her upper arms, with his cold, wet hands, and placed the softest of kisses on her elegant neck. "I love you." He whispered. Sakura felt her knees about to give out, as she turned around and hugged him. With her whole body touching his, Sasuke felt himself harden even more. That was all it took.

And I'm not gonna stand and wait
I'm not gonna leave it until it's much too late
On a platform, I'm gonna stand and say
That I'm nothing on my own
And I love you, please come home

Sakura soon found herself lying on her back on the mattress. Sasuke's lips devouring her own. His hands crawled under her lingerie, foundling her breasts, as she moaned into his mouth. He flicked a nipple, loving the way it hardened underneath his touch. He tore one hand away from her breasts to place it at the junction of her legs. Lifting himself slightly off the bed, his lust filled eyes caught her half-lidded gaze as he silently asked for permission. She nodded in return, she was in much too deep to turn back now. Her body was aching for him so much, that it was maddening.

She moaned loudly, when Sasuke flicked her clit with a finger. Sasuke smirked. He loved the way she moaned, it was one of the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. Second only to her laugh. He retreated his hand away from her core, chuckling when she wined in protest. Grabbing her hips, Sasuke caught her eyes, yet again. Loving the desire in them. A desire he brought forth. Giving her a devious smirk, he went down on her. "Ahh! Sasuke!" Sakura arched her back. 'Say it- what you always call me. Say it.' He silently pleaded, as his tongue repeatedly dipped itself in her. "Sasuke!" He trashing arms clenched the silky, royal blue sheets, she was so close. "Ah…" She whined when Sasuke retreated his magical tongue.

My song is love, is love unknown?
And I've got to get that message home.

Sasuke couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside her. "Trust me, Sakura. This will feel way better than my tongue." He rasped. Grabbing his dick in one hand, he guided it to her wet core. Placing the tip at the entrance, he took in Sakura's form on the bed. Her hair was tangled, her eyes were dark with passion. Her lingerie was ridden up, her naked chest rose and fell, with every breath. "Sasuke-kun…" She said in the quietest of voices.

Sasuke's heart fluttered in joy after she'd said his name like she used to, as he slid himself inside of her aching core- fitting so perfectly with her. His mouth latched onto her breast, his magically tongue at work again, as he repeated thrusted into her. "Oh God! Sasuke-kun!….Faster…Ah." Sasuke obliged, since he too was close. One of his hands found hers, intertwining together. He threw his head back, as he thrusted into her dripping core faster, grunting with every thrust.

"Ah… Sakura!"

"Sasuke-kun!"

My song is love...

(1) Holycrap, I can't believe I just wrote that sex scene!

(2) Sorry for the delay.

(3) Checkout Cold play's "A Message" on you tube (or something), it's a beautiful love song.

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