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For the fifteenth time that night, Sakura hugged herself harder as the wind whipped through her, her black undershirt and leggings doing nothing against the bitter cold. Her bleeding lip and aching jaw sobering her up by the second as she continued her journey home. She could have healed herself, but the pain was minor compared to the five inch laceration embedded in her side, still hot and seeping blood. She needed to focus more of her chakra to the wound, but she could not see it and would require a mirror to examine it more closely.

Angry and injured, she muttered through chattering teeth "I think I'll take a walk. Bah! A real winner of an idea Sakura! Fucking last time I'll ever drink alcohol."

Dammit, how did I not realize I walked this far!

Sakura glanced down at her bleeding knuckles, smirking to herself and thinking, bet that fucker will think twice before harassing another girl again.

Recalling her brilliant plan for a refreshing walk, she mentally recapped her drunken stumble down snow laden streets to a desolate park in the middle of town. She happily sat on the freezing swing set and rocked herself back and forth, focused on her inward rantings about her husband. The sound of snow crunching under approaching thick boots should have alerted her of trespassers, but she was still riding the high of sake. However, she was thrust back into reality as gloved hands bound across her mouth and waist, jerking her small body against a harder one.

Sakura sighed again as she remembered her reaction to the offender, elbowing him repeatedly in the stomach until his grip lessened enough to tear herself away. Swiveling around, she briefly lost her footing and stumbled, her attacker taking notice and sweeping her legs out from under her. She landed hard on her back, the snow freezing her bare skin on contact and sending a sharp pain up her side.

"Get the hell away from me, you sick bastard!"

"Fuckin' bitch, need to watch your mouth."

Reaction slower than usual due to the lingering effects of alcohol, the large man, dressed all in black with a dark scarf covering his face, jammed his knee in her stomach. As her breath gushed out of her, he back handed her across the cheek, instantly splitting her lip. Rage mixed with adrenaline burned off most of her grogginess as she jumpstarted into gear, bringing up her knee hard between his legs.

With a pained grunt he fell off her, and while he attempted to stand again, Sakura was back on her feet and sending a chakra filled fist straight for his temple. The hit landed, an instant knock out as his large body was flung across the park to landing sprawled out in the snow, unconscious.

She sighed at the memory, proud while also mentally berating herself for taking a walk in the middle of the literal Ice Age with little clothing. She had later discovered on her long journey home she had landed on a rusty piece of metal concealed by the snow, leaving a deep cut in her side.

Need to get home before it gets infected and I die or some shit.

Bone clattering shivers were setting in just as she reached her door, her numb fingers twisting the knob as she slipped inside. Fatigue weighed heavily as Sakura closed the door, briefly shutting her eyes against the harsh entry way light.

She froze.

She knew that light wasn't on when she left.

Did I even close the door?

Someone was in her home, she could sense it. Reaching back for a Kunai, she cursed silently at her state of unpreparedness, not for the first time that night. Sakura scanned the little room for a weapon of any kind, heart stopping when she found something else instead.

Shoes left at the edge of the hardwood.

"Did you enjoy playing in the snow, Wife?"

Fuck

His voice had always done strange things to her, like subtly speeding up her pulse or sending blood rushing to her face. It was a combination of both this time, making it difficult for the flustered girl to focus.

Judging by the echo of his voice, Sakura figured her husband to be in the living room.

Probably reading up on his next mission before he leaves again.

Sakura could be sure that she had never felt true anger towards her husband, normally just feelings of melancholy. However, a fury she has never known before washed over her, snapping whatever control she had left.

Cheeks burning with righteous rage, Pink hair tangled in a messy array and bruised and battered from head to toe, Sakura stomped in the living room, not bothering to leave her shoes. Sasuke was reclined on the sofa, head bent down over his parchment and not bothering to even glance up at her entrance. Even in her furious state, she noted how his black spiky hair had lengthened and his muscles appeared more defined in his thin black sleeve shirt. She couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, sitting in her favorite position, with her favorite expression on his features. Which only enraged her further.

Feeling like a dragon loosening its fire, Sakura stopped in front of her unsuspecting victim "Why yes, husband,"she sneered "I had a lovely jot in the snow. Such a vast improvement from the beginning of my day shopping for dinner that I planned to make for an absent spouse. Oh, and rushing my patients through their checkups so I could make said dinner for the ungrateful. But let's not forget the part of drowning my troubles in sake, having to teach another member of the male species his place and nearly freezing to death!"

Sakura nearly screamed the last part of her speech, hands flying erratically above her and lip cracking to spill blood down her chin. Chest heaving, she swiped her chin with the back of her hand which she was sure smeared blood over her jaw and stared Sasuke Uchiha directly in the eye. Blazing emerald met cold sable. She searched those dark depths, desperately hoping to find concern, or relief for her wellbeing, or any emotion, she admitted.

Her search came up empty and that knowledge physically pained her more than her fresh wounds. She palmed at her aching chest and, as her anger subsided to the soul crushing sorrow, her injuries came flaring back to life and she unintentionally let out a whimper.

"Come here." Sakura heard the soft command, but she ignored it and looked at the floor as she backed away.

"Sakura, stop being annoying. Come here." Sasuke's tone was sharper this time and she heard paper shifting.

"Go take a long walk off a short bridge Sasuke." She shot back, walking briskly out of the room.

She hoped he didn't hear the waver in her voice.


Ooooh, Sasuke is in trouble. I feel like Sakura might be a tad out of character, but goddamn, I CRAVED a pink haired heroine to put the all-powerful and slightly narcissistic Sasuke in his place. Don't get me wrong, I love Sasuke's stand-offish attitude and tendency to push people away to keep himself safe, I can relate. Though I picture Sakura getting fed up with that shit and forcing the man to confess his true feelings.

Anywho, I hope you guys enjoyed the short period in the chapter that Sakura had to dish out some whoop-ass. I really enjoyed writing it. Don't forget to review!

-Pepper

I don't own Naruto. All original characters named belong to the original works of Masashi Kishimoto, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. So yeah, please don't sue.Thanks