a/n: There's lemon here too, NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN!

Ages:

Sasuke: 21

Naruto: 21

Sakura: 19

Ino: 20

I do not own Naruto! Kishi does! ._.


Chapter 2: Fading Reality

She didn't want to look at anyone, her head hung as she walked through the doors for the final year that would finally free her from the dreadful confines of the four walls which held the memories of the seniors who had been there the previous year and the years before.

Memories of him.

She still couldn't understand what she had done wrong. She spent her two month long vacation trying to find ways to talk to him, to try and understand what she had done wrong, every attempt leading to a dead end. She tried getting his number to try to call him from his mother, but she had learned from Mikoto Uchiha that Sasuke had called only to tell her not to give his number to anyone outside of the family.

Naruto Uzumaki, the only other person who Sasuke had trusted with his number, merely laughed nervously and walked away as though she were some kind of plague. She had no problem with begging but when it led to failure, it only resolved to her feeling not only worse but embarrassed as well.

As she was greeted by her Literature teacher, she didn't bother looking up, not wanting anyone to see her puffy red eyes and the tear stains that kept coming back no matter how many times she washed her face in the girl's restroom. She quietly sat down in the back and laid her head down on the desk, hoping everyone would ignore the pitiful sight that was she. She couldn't talk to him, he was a thousand miles away and he was getting married to someone else.

The only person who had held her heart and had taken no mind to it, was gone and he wasn't going back. He wouldn't go back to the school to go to the only class that they were in together. He wouldn't be outside by the parking lot, waiting for her afterschool by his expensive car. He wouldn't go back to the room they had shared for two years where she had given him everything she had left to offer.

He wasn't going back, period.

The thought made Sakura's heart clench, the hollow feeling of loneliness and agony pricking at what she felt was her dying heart.

She wanted to see him again.

She needed to hear him again.

It didn't matter if there were no touches or kisses or pleasure, if he was sitting before her, she would have been completely content by merely looking at him.

Once the bell had rung, people had swarmed into the room, oblivious to the pink haired girl in the back, drowning in her own sorrow. The teacher began to talk, but Sakura wasn't listening. Her cheek remained pressed against the cool wooden surface of her desk as she tried not to sniffle too loud while letting her tears fall silently onto the desk. No one turned to look at her, no one bothered with her. They didn't care before, and that day was no different. The only problem was that it was different, because there was a certain part that was missing in her life.

~o~o~o~o~

Four Years Later

She whimpered as she felt his large hands grip her hips, probably bruising her ivory skin. He grunted as he sheathed himself within her once again. There were no other sounds except the squelching sounds coming from her soaking pussy and her cries, while he occasionally grunted. In the haze of her pleasure, she could see he wasn't even looking at her, but she didn't mind, she could see the lust and pleasure in his eyes as he looked down to where they were joined. In her eyes she'd never seen anything so beautiful than the man before her.

He was perfect in every way, from the perfection of his chest and abs to his powerful arms to that gorgeous face, to those beautiful onyx eyes. She gasped, her head falling back as her eyes shut, she could feel her walls pulsating, milking the object of the greatest pleasure she had ever known. She began to whimper and moan as he didn't stop, filling her until she was overflowing with their combined cum, and even then he wasn't stopping. She continued to pant while looking up at him, noticing his bangs moving, shielding his face from her slightly. She slowly extended her arm, and with a light touch, moved his bangs away from those eyes she so desperately wanted to get lost into. But instead, he looked up only to glare at her.

"Don't fucking touch me"

Slapping her hand away and placing his hand back on her hip, pounding into her faster and harder than before. Her cries became louder as she reached her second peak, with Sasuke finally reaching his own. He held her tightly, grinding himself in her as he continued to overfill her and twitch inside of her. Her short hair was clinging to her face as she continued to try to relax her breathing. Then in one breath, she said what she had been thinking since the beginning of the year when she had agreed to his offer,

"I love you"

He paused, his emotionless expression back in place as he finally looked at her. He seemed a bit angry at her words as he arched a brow. Without a word, he tore himself from her and stood, dressing in seconds before leaving her lying on the bed. She felt the fear begin to creep up from deep in her belly, the sudden feelings of emptiness and longing as she suddenly bolted upright to find herself embraced by pitch black, no walls to be seen, no doors or dark brown carpeted floor.

She suddenly couldn't feel the bed and as she looked beneath her, she had confirmed with her disbelieving eyes that the bed she was once lying in was no longer there. She began to frantically search for her only beacon of light. She wanted to cry out for him, but her voice was lost along with her surroundings. This was her prison, where no one would rescue her, this was where she was contained, with all of her pain and sorrow, longing… longing for the one person who wouldn't arrive to rescue her.

Sasuke… Sasuke… Sasuke…

She bolted upright, gasping for air, like every other night she had that dream.

She could finally see everything she had done wrong.

After he had gone, she was left feeling nothing but the vulnerability and rawness of something that never was. It took two years for her to stop analyzing on what she had done wrong and two more years was what it took for her to only see him in the same dream, but various positions (of course), where she can see him fading in a room of pitch black once he stands from the bed and walks away. Four years was what it took for her to see the flaws in herself and feel nothing but disgust and regret in herself.

And at that moment, on her sweat covered sheets, with her now waist length pink hair clinging to her body, in the black tank top and black shorts she wore, she'd never felt more disgusted in herself as she slowly felt the nausea rise with bile in her throat. She kicked off the covers that had once confined the body she's been disgusted with over the past years to feel the cool night air.

She relaxed her breathing, her panic fading as she realized her roommate was next door, her room completely blue with the moonlight invading through the window. It was always the same dream, where she was alone and feeling that same despair and longing and heartbreak that she had tried so hard to bury in the depths of her heart.

She slowly stood and walked out of her room, only to open her roommate's door and quietly shut the door. She found the platinum blonde sleeping, and it was at that moment, like most nights, that she was grateful to find Ino Yamanaka as her one and only friend and roommate the previous year at the hospital they were currently working in together. She quietly walked over, her bare feet making no sound over the carpeted floor as she made her way to the bed. She slowly lifted the covers, so as not to wake Ino, which was nearly impossible as she was a heavy sleeper, and slowly lied down next to her, succumbing to the need of sleep yet again, praying that this time it was a dreamless sleep.

~o~o~o~o~

She slowly sat up from the now empty bed, only to find Ino in bra and panties, ironing her medic uniform for the day, her platinum blonde hair loose and incredibly straight, reaching below her baby blue boy short panties. As she stood straight to admire her work, Sakura caught the sight of her body, admiring how much she looked like a model, her full C almost D cup breasts, her toned, flat stomach, incredible milky smooth skin.

"Seriously Saks, I go both ways,"

She heard Ino tease, to which she grimaced slightly and shook her head.

"You're too pretty for me," she answered standing up from the bed to stretch as Ino placed the iron down on the board.

"Well if you keep sneaking into my bed like that, I'll start believing you want something else. And what are you talking about? You're so petite and cute!"

Sakura made a face yet again at Ino's choice of words, walking out of her room as Ino began to dress and began to prepare her own uniform for the day, scolding herself for not waking up earlier to leave the room without Ino's remarks.

~o~o~o~o~

Humiliation was what he first felt when he had discovered after three fucking years after the marriage that she had been cheating the whole time. Regret was what he felt for actually opening up to the damn harlot, her father being just as worthless as he had only given him the company to gain more publicity over it. The fucker received his publicity after Sasuke had divorced his daughter and gave the pictures of her in bed with another man to the media. He immediately left the United States on the private jet his father had sent to pick him up.

Once he had arrived home, his father had simply patted him on the back to welcome him home, saying he'd help his brother run the company at the very top. Still, he couldn't help but feel nothing but anger and hatred coursing through his veins. Even after a year, staring out into the city streets and buildings from his vast office, all he could see were people that wanted to see his face, to ridicule him of the disgrace he had gone through. He'd never live it down.

Damn it all.

Damn it all to fucking hell.

His fists unclenched as he took a deep breath, quickly calming himself as he heard his door creak open.

"What?"

His cold, powerful voice bounced off the walls as they reached the small assistant, who tried her best to stand firm in front of the man who radiated the dark and powerful aura. She bowed deeply in front of him before straightening.

"Uchiha-sama, Uzumaki-sama requests for your assistance."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed at this request.

"He's a few doors down, what does that idiot need a fucking messenger for?" he growled angrily.

"He said it is urgent, Uchiha-sama," she bowed deeply before scurrying off.

Sasuke sighed as he walked out of his office, the workers in the same building all standing and acknowledging his presence as he made his way to Naruto's office. As he opened the door, he found Naruto sitting on his chair holding his wrist. Sasuke scowled as soon as he saw the blonde man, grinning his nervous grin.

"Uh, hey Teme!" he said, all the while laughing nervously.

"What are you doing just sitting there? Last I checked I sent you to go get copies, since that's all you're fucking good at."

Naruto only scratched the back of his head with one hand nervously before holding his wrist again.

"About that… uh, I have a huge favor to ask of you."

Sasuke raised a brow, indicating that he was listening.

"Well, I recently had an argument with the copy machine… and… can you drive me to the hospital?"

"… What the fuck for?"

"… I think the copy machine broke the shit out of my wrist because I can't move it!"

"…"

"Please?"

"… You fucking idiot…"

"So is that a yes?"

"Hn"

~o~o~o~o~

Sakura pushed her bangs away from her face as she inserted the IV into the elder man's vein, slipping the needle out, leaving the tiny tube to begin the process of transferring fluids.

"There you go Matsuo-san! Your pain killer will settle shortly, so not to worry!"

She always put up her façade of being happy when she was assisting anyone from the hospital. She absolutely refused to show anyone any kind of weakness.

"Thank you Sakura-chan. I'm sure you'd make a fine wife for my son."

She had known Matsuo for some time, the elder man had always pushed her towards his son's direction, but Sakura would always refuse with the kindest of manners. The kindest of manners being little white lies.

"I'm sorry Matsuo-san, but I already proposed the idea to him and he said he didn't want a nurse as a wife. I'd be away too often anyways."

The benefit of meeting Matsuo's son was that his son had personally asked her to say anything to get his father off of his back when it came to marriage.

"I suppose it must have devastated you."

Sakura looked up from what she had been writing on her clipboard.

"Huh? Oh!... right, yes I was, but he told me not to worry, that he'd wait until after I retired to marry me."

"Oh well, I supposed that'll do." Matsuo sighed as Sakura bowed goodbye and walked out of the room.

She knew he would tell her the same thing all over again the next time she gave him a check-up. As she was walking down the hall, a nurse had blocked her path and smiled, revealing perfect pearly white teeth.

"Hey Sakura? There's a patient with a broken wrist and everyone else is busy, do you think you can handle it?"

Sakura smiled as she was handed the clipboard and placed it under her arm.

"Sure, what room?"

"Three twelve B"

"Okay I'll be there in a bit!"

The other nurse smiled and waved before going into another patient's room.

Sakura sighed as she walked to the elevator and waited, leaning her head back against the wall of the elevator. For those few moments, she'd let herself soak in her self-loathing, telling herself she deserved to think so little of herself. As she heard the final ding and the opening of doors, she walked down the hall to room 312B, taking a deep breath before trying her best to cover up any emotion she might be showing. She tapped on the door before slowly opening it.

She found a blonde haired man in a paper dress, standing and wondering around the room, his back facing her. She cleared her throat, hoping to catch the man's attention, unfortunately, it did, and as soon as the man turned around, her smile faded as she saw the man's lightning blue eyes widen in shock.

"Holy fuck…"

~o~o~o~o~

Sasuke sat in the waiting room, looking through an old magazine of months before. As he scanned it, he studied the faces of the fake people on it, their faces piled with make-up, their perfect teeth but fake smiles with expressionless eyes. The expensive clothes they wore with hardly any sense of style.

Pathetic.

He'd never stand in front of media like that. He wouldn't bother with a smile when he saw someone magically pop out of the bushes to take his picture. However, he couldn't resort to crushing every paparazzi's camera either, not because he had no desire to do so, but because his father had asked him not to the first time he had found out of the man Sasuke had furiously broken the nose of, smashing the camera against the unknown man's face. He almost chuckled when he recalled the sight of the man angrily holding his nose and his broken camera, threatening him with a lawsuit. All Sasuke had to do was throw a check in his face that had been worth ten times more than the unknown man's measly hundred dollar camera, to have the man run off as though he had struck a goldmine.

Once Sasuke closed the magazine he hadn't even had an interest in aside, he finally looked around the white room to find most of the nurses staring at him, their eyes full of lust and knowledge of the powerful man in the room. He only had to take a second to catch most, if not all of the female nurses blushing and bowing their heads, moving at a faster pace than before. He sighed as he recalled most of his life being stared at as though he were an animal. An animal worth more than the people in the entire hospital put together. He found himself growing angry at the stares and began to make his way to room Naruto was currently in.

~o~o~o~o~

"Okay so, if you look here, that little crack right there shows a slight fracture to the bone. Nothing to be worried about, there's no operation needed so all we need is to put on a cast to prevent further damage or movement to begin the healing process. It should only take about three to five weeks for it to heal."

She had been pointing to the slight fracture in the bone revealed by the X-ray they had previously done to show the damage. She began to scribble something down on the clipboard as Naruto sat while observing her on the white hospital bed.

"So…"

Sakura raised her bright apple green eyes to observe his blue ones as she felt him study her. She felt completely bare as she felt his eyes examine her features, the familiar feeling of disgust and nausea rising from within her stomach. Then came another feeling…

Anxiety.

That feeling of unease and nervousness to hear of what Naruto would say. What names he would call her as though reading the thoughts of what she had of herself. She knew Sasuke was good friends with him, so she assumed that he knew everything that they had done together. She could feel her stomach tie in knots at the way he studied her.

"You got really pretty"

Sakura's look of nervousness quickly changed to one of curiosity as she tilted her head slightly at what he had just said. She might have not realized it, but she looked positively adorable in Naruto's eyes. As he noticed she wasn't responding he quickly felt his face heating up.

"I m-mean, not that you weren't pretty before! You were really cute, it's just that, you know, you were one of those fan girls so Sasuke asked me not to talk to you so I didn't and now-"

He was quickly cut off as the door suddenly opened.

"What is taking-"

As Sakura turned to the door that had opened so suddenly, she could have sworn everyone in the room could hear her heart begin to pound.

To Be Continued

Well, here's the second chapter! I finally finished the darn thing after almost two weeks and I'm so sorry! I'll try to upload faster next time! I really wanted to have the meeting at the end and then leave a cliffhanger… and I did! Yay :D Anyways please review to show support! I know it was a bit rushed but please understand that the story does not revolve around their background stories. It'll go a little slower after this chapter. Thank you for reading! I love you all! No flames are accepted for any part of the story!

~Luna