The Ocean Chapter 2: Part One: Unforgettable Memories, a naruto fanfic

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I sat on the black leather double seater, pulling my thighs up to my chest, as I switched through the channels.

"—If I just lay here, would you lie with me—"

"—ow, over to our health correspondent, Hana Jen—"

"—when life gives you lemons, you just—"

"—our interview with Uchiha Sasuke," I froze, leaving the channel on.

Since when does Sasuke do interviews? And for entertainment shows, at that? I thought he hated doing interviews, let alone ones with notorious gossip show presenters.

An image of Sasuke was shown on the TV screen, his sable locks groomed expertly; his dark eyes glistening, as did his pale skin; the clothes he preened designed by well-known fashion designers.

"So, Sasuke-kun, what do you like most about 'Fatale'?" There, on the sleek white leather double seater, sat Sasuke, clad in dark jeans and a black and white striped button up shirt; next to him a female journalist, who was preening tight, stone-washed jeans, open-toed pink heels and a low neck violet strap top, her soft pink lips stretched into a sweet-as-marmalade smile.

Ugh, another fan.

She was close enough to Sasuke, her lower leg slightly touching his. But, his face expression was blank, nonchalant.

"The scent isn't very overpowering; if anything, it's very subtle. I also happen to like the smell of cinnamon, as well," He stated, his voice void of stuttering and "err's", like most other celebrities would say. Every single word was enunciated perfectly, his voice still possessing the sultry tone to it.

He was still a perfectionist; it was just the way he is, another unchangeable fact about his cold personality.

The woman nodded, still smiling seductively at him.

I couldn't help but snort at her pathetic attempts of trying to appear "sexy"; doesn't she know, like the rest of the population, that he's married?

Or maybe, she doesn't really care. I'm not surprised.

I turn off the TV and sit there silently, wrapping my arms around my legs.

The leather fabric feels cool against the soles of my already-numb feet, as several unwanted shivers made my body shake vigorously.

Everything is silent; I can't even hear the shuffling footsteps of the maids and butlers, or cars driving by.

Everything is just…quiet; boring; tense.

Even without Sasuke, he still manages to keep the mansion in a tense state.

I let out an exasperate sigh, and push my face in the small gap between my knees, closing my eyes, only the darkness within visible to me.

UMI WA
The Ocean

Washing away my sins,

And my deeds.

All I ever was,

Is all but derelict land.

All I shall ever be,

Is all but derelict land.

All I will be known as,

Is The Sea of Souls…
The Ocean.
Chapter 1: Everyday, Every night

I stepped outside, shutting the front door behind me.

I turned on my I-Pod and placed two headphones in each of my ears, and began to jog slowly, my movements slow and steady, as I ran quickly through the open gates, moving

I had decided to go out jogging, after sitting in silence for nearly an hour.

And, as much as I hate to admit this fact, I never knew I would feel so jaded, being married to Sasuke.

I used to wonder at night, when I lay awake at one of my various sleepovers with Ino and the others, what it would be like, to be married to Sasuke.

I always thought he'd have some sort of "soft spot" inside him, that when he'd get married or get a girlfriend, that "soft spot" would visible to everyone.

He'd take me out on romantic dates, hold me tightly and possessively when someone tried to flirt with me, breath sweet tender kisses all over my face and neck, whisper lovingly in my ear how much I meant to him; I just thought he'd be like every other romantic person.

But now, when I look back on those times (where I thought Sasuke would have a "soft spot" inside of him), I laugh at my stupidity, my naivety, and most of all, how stereotypical I was.

I stereotyped him to be like other men, that the coldness was just a façade, and that when we were together, he'd be romantic.

Sasuke isn't romantic, full stop. And, to my luck, I, the girl who's in love with romance, just happened to fall for Sasuke, the man who doesn't know the meaning of "Romance".

And, just the irony of it all is painful enough for me. No, the whole concept of falling head over heels is now painful for me, ever since I fell for Sasuke. I wish I could've loved Naruto instead, because at least he would've felt some sort of affection to me.

Sasuke feels no love for me; the only reason why he married me was because I was a suitable woman to bear his children. He had already told me this, right after we had gotten married.

I didn't speak to him the entire night; I just nodded when he asked me if we should have sex.

And, I let him have his own way; I let him take me. It didn't feel right at all; it wasn't the way I had thought we would consummate our marriage.

It had hurt me, both physically and emotionally, to know that Sasuke had only slept with me so I could bear his child, not because he loved me.

And, that night, I couldn't sleep. Even with Sasuke's arms around me, and me nuzzled into his chest, I couldn't sleep. Not because of how awkward it felt, to lie next to the man I'd loved for years, but because of how depressing these next few years would be.

Sasuke didn't sleep either; we just lay there, next to each other, the hours tense. He probably thought I was asleep.

As the hours passed, I waited, and waited, and waited, until Sasuke would fall asleep.

When he did, I left the bed quietly, took a dress and change of underwear, and went immediately into the bathroom.

The water fell on my skin like icy cold needles poking my body simultaneously, burning my skin also with the heat of the water.

As my hand began to rub on my skin, I remember the burning sensation searing through my skin and body, the feel of my arms against my chest burning me.

Chills travelled up and down my body, making me shiver; even as the scorching water fell on me, I still felt cold.

I always felt cold, especially since that night I slept with him; My body was always numb from the cold.

Ever since I had that shower, I hated having them.

I still felt that horrible feeling of being dirty; tainted; violated, even when I dried my body 'till I felt my skin itch.

I remember staring at my reflection in the mirror of the bathroom; the steam on the mirror had lessened, probably because I had opened the window.

My pink hair was wet and wavy, almost curly. I remember, when I was a child, I had always wanted curly, wavy and thick blonde locks, just like Ino's. I never liked my straight pink hair. It was unusual, and not in a good way either.

My bright green eyes, tinged with a light yellow and orange around the pupil, were blank, my eyelashes dark and long. That was one thing I liked about myself; I had naturally long eyelashes, which were also dark, whereas Ino's eyelashes were also long, but a light brown instead of jet black. She had always been jealous of me for that, so I teased her for it.

I tried to smile at my reflection; at how well I had managed to groom myself, after what had happened. I really did try, but I couldn't help.

My vision began to blur, and feel strange, as though my eyes were filling up with water. I shut my eyelids tightly; tears leaked out of my shut eyes, a burning sensation travelling in unison with the tear drop.

And, before I knew, I was against the wall, shedding silent tears. I felt so…depressed; I felt angry with myself for being stupid enough, no, naïve enough to follow my heart instead of my brain; I felt the irony like a dagger right through my heart. But, most of all, I felt depressed, because the man I had loved married me for all the wrong reasons.

He doesn't love me.

Those words kept on repeating in my mind, over and over again, my mind reciting those words, as though my mind was saying "I told you so" in a sneering manner.

This only heightened my depression.

And, the last thing I remember from that time was that overwhelming depression, and most of all, those words.

He. Doesn't. Love. Me.

I stopped jogging, to take a small breather.

My breathing was raspy, ragged, as I rested against a tree, leaning against the tree, before looking up to the sky.

The sun was bright and vivid against my eyes; painfully beautiful. Just like Sasuke.

I shut my eyes tightly, and let out an inaudible sigh. My eyes still hurt; even if I couldn't properly see the sun, I still felt its harsh, scorching glare directed over me.

I reopened my eyes, and reached into my bag, pulling out a huge water bottle.

Quickly twisting the lid clockwise, I clutched the lid tightly, before pouring the water all over my face; my face felt like it was burning, and only burned harder.

I poured some of the water into my mouth, before spitting it back out, only a swallowing a small amount, before twisting the lid over the bottle and shoving it into my bag.

After I dried my face with a small towel in my bag, I quickly re-applied the sun lotion on my face, rubbing a huge amount of the lotion on my cheeks and the tip of my nose, before finally putting the bottle back in my bag. I never got tanned; I always got sunburnt. Though I have a feeling my skin wasn't burning before it was sunburnt.

I wiped my hands against my tracksuit bottoms, trying to get rid of the horrible feeling of the lotion against my palms.

And, when I was about to start jogging again, I realised what song I was listening to.

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend,

Somewhere along did the bitterness end,

And I would have stayed up with you all night,

Had I known how to save a life…

I froze; How to Save a Life, The Fray.

I hated this song. I don't know why I hated this song so much, but I just did.

The first time I heard, was when I first got this I-Pod. Ino had given me the I-Pod for my 19th birthday a few years ago, and she ever-so-kindly put some songs on it.

(By some, I mean 100 songs).

I immediately hated the song; I don't really know why I did. Even now, I don't know why I hate it.

Maybe because it was so overrated, or because the guy's voice was irritating….I don't know. All I know is that I hate this song.

I change the song, and began to jog home. Sasuke would be home soon, I guess.

The moment I was in the bathroom, I felt like throwing up.

I walked briskly to the toilet, and immediately threw up, my throat burning from the acidic feeling.

I felt my face scrunching up, before I felt yesterday's dinner rise up from my stomach; I threw up again.

This same action happened a few more times, before I felt it had stopped.

My breathing was ragged, as I walked over to the sink, twisting a faucet and gathering the water in my hands, before raising it to my mouth and drinking, in hope of calming down my throat.

This had been the 5th day in a row that I had thrown up in the morning.

And, that's when it struck me.

I was frozen in my spot for a few seconds, before I quickly regained control over my legs and walked slowly towards the medicine cupboard and taking out a small box.

I walked out of the bathroom, my eyes still wide with shock.

How was Sasuke going to react?

I walked down the carpet-covered staircase, walking through the hallways, before I reached the dining room.

There, on one of the several seats, sat Sasuke, drinking a cup of coffee. I guess he's got a small case of insomnia as well.

That's when his onyx irises met my own eyes; he, at first, stared at me blankly, indifferently, expecting me to say something.

But, after at least 10 seconds, his eyes withheld confusion.

I took a deep breath and strode towards him, his eyebrow slightly raised at my behaviour.

I stopped walking until I was in front of him, looking down at him.

"Sasuke," I begin slowly, my voice normal, "I need to tell you something."

He was quietly, subtly implying for me to carry on.

"I'm pregnant."

One Word: Cliff-hanger. Yes, I am an evil bitch. Be pissed off lol. The next chapter should be up soon, now that I have an idea of the storyline. Any sorts of acknowledgement of my fanfic/s (faves, alerts, reviews, heck just plain views) are appreciated.

- Sakura x Kisu