Chapter 7
by
Fairykitten56
Disclaimer:Naruto belongs to Kishimoto and the origional plot for this story is owned by Tullie (used in her SessRin Inuyasha fic, Forget Me Not)
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Sasuke paced in the conference room, the words of Murasaki running through his mind. He wants to hand me his company on a golden platter. And what does he want in return? Nothing. Exasperated, he flung himself into a chair, burning holes into the long bamboo table.
"Sasuke," his father walked into the room, his wife in tow.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, "Father," he spat out, not acknowledging the woman's presence. "We have a... nuisance to take care of."
"Very well," Fugaku took his seat at the other end of the table, folding his hand together in front of him, "Speak," Mikoto rested her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, averting her gaze from her step-son.
Sasuke sighed, playing with the SD card in his pocket, "Murasaki came in moments ago, to speak on the Ginza Project and future developments with his company." He trailed off, thinking of how to put his thought into words, "He wants to hand over his company into my possession."
Fugaku sat in shock, silence blanketing the tension in the room. "I see," he coughed, clearing his throat, "And is there any particular reason?"
Sasuke growled, "That girl. He's for some reason taken with her."
Fugaku leaned back into his chair, musing, "Well then Sasuke, ending your relationship with Sakura wouldn't be best at the moment."
"I understand that."
Fugaku sighed, "Sasuke, this is a billion dollar enterprise we are talking about. He is willingly handing it over to you, for nothing except the knowledge that you will be with Sakura." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "I think then, for the time being, that you keep up your charade. At least a year, which will encompass the construction of the condominium and the changing over of ownership with his company."
Sasuke frowned; keep up the charade...
"No!" Mikoto stood up from her seat, enraged. "Fugaku, how dare you even suggest something to horrendous," she berated, "Sakura's been through enough." Tears were forming in her eyes, "You suggesting to put Sakura through this is cruel. She doesn't deserve this treatment, least from you of all people."
Fugaku sighed, "Mikoto," he rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe his wife, "It is not I who I am thinking about here. This joining of the two firms into one conglomerate will prove to be an unstoppable force. Think about the opportunities!"
Mikoto shook her head, "No. Don't do this to Sakura," she pleaded, "Fugaku, please, think for a moment."
"It is not a matter for you to decide," Sasuke retorted coolly, "Have her meet us here at seven. I will talk to Naruto and have a contract made for her to sign."
Mikoto wanted to slap her husband. Why wasn't he protesting? Kami, since when was he so insensitive? She blinked back the tears, "I'll do it."
The men gave her inquisitive looks, "I'll do it," she repeated, "I'll bring her here at seven."
"Fine," Sasuke left the room, leaving Fugaku and Mikoto alone. She looked at her husband, both feeling of anger and confusion clouding her judgement.
"Mikoto." He stood up from his chair, "Mikoto."
She ignored his call, walking out of the room alone. She fingered her wedding band, sighing. Greed, she thought, changed men into monsters. She took the stairs to the entrance of the grand building, where a black limo sat by the curve at ready.
"Afternoon Mrs. Uchiha," the driver greeted, opening the door for her.
"Kakashi," she nodded her head in greeting.
"Where to?" he asked.
Mikoto's gaze fell onto the sidewalk, "801 Shirokanedai, Minato-ku."
Kakashi brightened, "Ah, visiting Ms. Sakura! Very well, we will be there soon." He gently closed the door, leaving Mikoto alone with her thoughts.
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Sakura sat in the middle of the room, piling the clothes into a cardboard box. She folded each onesie carefully, ensuring that they would all fit in the box. She rolled her shoulders once she had finished, grabbing the tape next to her close off the box.
"Done," she murmured, standing up to look around. She had spent the rest of the day in the nursery; unassembled the crib, put the stuffed animals into boxes, and lugged the rocking chair downstairs to the foyer. Now, the room was empty. Empty. Bare. Desolate. She chidded herself when she felt the rears drip down her cheeks, "Stop crying Sakura," she murmured, "That jerk doesn't deserve your tears." She rubbed her face, she was exhausted. She needed sleep, but it seemed to evade her.
"Love?"
A soft knock on the door startled Sakura from her thoughts. She turned to face the door, smiling widely at the woman in front of her, "Mikoto," she greeted, crushing the older woman into a hug.
"Oh Sakura," the woman hugged her tightly, "How are you doing?" she asked, pulling away to inspect her form. Sakura's eyes were red and lackluster, her cheeks hollow, her body gaunt with exhaustion. "Sakura, have you been eating?"
Sakura shrugged, shaking her head, "Not really. When I do, nothing stays down."
Mikoto sighed, "Come, come, my dear," she took her hand, taking her down the flight of stairs and to the kitchen, plopping her in front of the island. "I'm going to make you some soup and you're going to eat it all. Am I clear?"
Sakura giggled, nodding her head, "Hai."
"Good," Mikoto distracted herself momentarily, preparing Sakura's soup. When she finished, she placed the vegetable broth in front of the young woman, "Eat up," she ordered, taking the seat next to her.
"Mm, thank you. This is delicious." Sakura slowly sipped the soup, casting a curious glance at the older woman, "What are you doing here so early Mikoto?" she beamed cheerfully, a happy facade donning her form, "Weren't you and Fugaku-sama on vacation?"
"Yes," she patted Sakura's hand, choosing her words carefully, "But we thought it necessary for our presence be in Tokyo until this... predicament settles over."
Sakura bit her lip, slouching against the leather seat, "So you know," she murmurer, resting the spoon against the bowl.
"yes," Mikoto pulled Sakura into a hug, her heart breaking when she felt the tears spill from Sakura's eyes.
"Why me?" Sakura asked, gripping Mikoto closer, the perfume that was uniquely her was comforting to her senses.
"Oh Sakura," Mikoto tried to soothe her, "I'm so sorry."
Sakura sniffed, pulling away, "I loved him," she told her, blowing hr nose in a tissue, "I loved him." She whimpered, bringing her knees to her chest, "I loved him and it was all a lie," she cried, half aware of the sobs wracking her thin shoulders. "You know," she laughed bitterly, cursing her stupidity, her naivety. "I loved the way he'd get a line across his forehead when he'd concentrate on something; the way he sat like a king on his throne in his office; how he smirked when he was right and he knew it. I loved his laugh, his smile, how his hand always found mine, how, how he would catch my eye and take my breath away. And how he-" she wept, too distraught to continue.
"Oh Sakura," Mikoto murmured quietly, running her hand through the girl's hair. Did she even dare mention the meeting at seven?
Sakura sighed, "It's not fair," she whispered; she had waited so long, dreamt of prince charming sweeping her off of her feet since she was a mere child, and then; her heart almost couldn't handle the pain. She hurt, her throat was raw, her stomach empty, stinging with acid, her chest ached. She gripped the armrest, "I'm sorry," she apologized, hanging her head, feeling ashamed.
"Don't apologize Sakura," Mikoto licked her lips, finding herself incredibly parched. "Murasaki-sama came in today, to speak with Sasuke about another... business venture. Do you know anything about that?"
Sakura shook her head, thinking back to the conversation she had with him weeks ago, "Vaguely; he said... he said that he trusted Sasuke even more after out meeting, but he didn't mention anything specifically."
Mikoto felt her chest constrict, her heart was feeling heavy with every work she spoke, "I see."
Sakura looked up that the older woman, her soft voice laced with concern, "What is it Mikoto?"
Mikoto refused to meet her gaze, how cowardice, "Fugaku and Sasuke request your presence at the office this evening... to speak about the business venture."
Sakura was silent, to be in a room with Sasuke... could she handle it?
"You don't have to agree to whatever they want you to do Sakura, but..."
Sakura bit her lip, "I'll do it."
Mikoto nodded; the answer unexpected. She looked to the clock, it read 5:49. "Very well, shower and get dressed. I will have a car service outside at 6:30."
"Hai," Sakura glanced back at Mikoto, "Will you be there as well?"
"Yes," she patted the younger woman's hand, "And remember Sakura, you don't have to agree to their whims."
Sakura nodded, feeling the dull ache take over her body. It was automatic, the movements to the shower, to donning an airy black blouse and grey skinny jeans. She didn't apply makeup, simply blow-drying her heir and trying it into a neat ponytail. "I'm ready," she called out, meeting Mikoto in the foyer.
"After you," Mikoto murmured, holding the door open to the black SUV.
"Thanks," Sakura replied, sitting stiffly against the white leather. She played with her ring finger, almost trying to rub away the tan line.
"We're here," Kakashi announced, opening the doors of the vehicle.
"Arigato Kakashi," Sakura gave the man a small smile, her step faltering as he gaze set upon the glass building.
"Come Sakura," Mikoto took her by the elbow, gently leading her up to the elevator. "Now, I want you to know Sakura, despite what happens tonight, I will always think of you as my daughter. Fugaku and I will both continue to love you as our own."
Sakura smiled, "Thank you." Her hands were shaking as they approached a set of black doors, which Kabuto opened immediately after Mikoto had knocked.
"Mrs. Uchiha," he bowed to Mikoto, his eyes rested upon Sakura, hesitating, "Miss Sakura."
"You're late," a cold voice from across the room sent shivers down her spine.
"Gomen-nasai," she hung her head, her thoughts ablaze as she saw Sasuke, Fugaku, Lee, and Naruto at the other end of the table. So it's four against one.
"Sakura," Fugaku stood up, embracing the girl before she sat in the nearest seat to the door. "How are you?"
Sakura wanted to scream, cry, runaway. She smiled meekly, "Fine, thank you," Her heart was beating tenfold as she peeked her eyes up to look at the other end of the table. Naruto was visibly upset, his tie loosened, the ends of his sleeves untucked and pushed up to his elbows. Lee was dressed much more casually, donning a grey t-shirt and jeans. And then Sasuke; her heart tightened, noting how handsome he looked in his suit. he always looked so good, She bit her lip, no, stop! Stop thinking of him Sakura, He never loved you. She repeated that phrase over and over in her mind, he never loved you.
"You must be wondering why you're here, yes?" Fugaku began to speak, rousing Sakura from her thoughts. She nodded, prompting Fugaku to continue, "Very well, Murasaki came earlier, with a proposal. In layman terms, he wants to unite out businesses Sakura, under Sasuke's leadership."
Sakura absorbed the information in silence before smiling politely, "That's wonderful." And it was; Murasaki & Co. had for so long been one of the top construction firms in Asia: the unification of their firms would make them an unstoppable force.
"Yes, but that is where we come to a standstill." He looked over to his son, cursing his stupidity, "Murasaki is enchanted with you Sakura. If not for you, he would never have even dared to hand over his company so easily. He seems to think highly of you, which is why a dissolution of you marriage to Sasuke at this time would be detrimental to this company's future."
Sakura felt overwhelmed, finding it harder to breath, "What do you propose?" she asked, not knowing if she wanted to know the answer.
This time Lee spoke, "That your marriage continue, only publicly of course. For about a year, until the construction of the Ginza project is completed and Murasaki & Co. in under our control. And after that time, we will spin a story, inconsolable differences, or in legal terms, irretrievable breakdown."
Sakura clutched her fists, her knuckles turning white, she felt sick, weak. Her knees shaking, her hands trembling
"After the divorce, you will receive 1.5% of Sasuke's total equities, all in a lump sum."
She looked over to Fugaku, who was restraining himself from begging. This deal was a dream come true for him.
"Sakura," Mikoto whispered, her voice calming, gentle, holding her hand atop of Sakura's shoulders, "You don't have to say yes."
She bit the inside of her cheek, "I'll do it," she whispered, tears clouding her emerald eyes. At least this time, I'll be in on the lie.
"No! Sakura," Mikoto fell to the seat beside her, gathering her hands in her own, "Sakura. You don't have to do this." She could only imagine the emotional damage, the scars she would carry for the rest of her life.
"It's okay Mikoto-sama," Sakura smiled softly, "I want to do this for you. For Fugaku-sama, for everyone. It's the least I can do; you've all given me so much."
"Oh Sakura," Mikoto broke down, feeling the tears, spill onto her porcelain cheeks, "I'm sorry," she left the room, walking to the sitting area in front of the front desk.
"Mikoto," Fugaku followed after her, calling her name down the hallway, "Please, darling."
"Go away," she muttered bitterly, sitting on the leather couch in the waiting area.
"Mikoto, he knelt in front of her, "Mikoto. Please understand that this is not about hurting Sakura. It's about the company. If there were any other way, I would take it. But there's not. If Murasaki found out about their divorcee he would pull out of the Ginza project, leaving us in severe debt. We would have to cut costs, fire employees, men and women, with families to feed, We'd..."
"Stop," she held out her hand, "Your points are valid, yes, but I still can't help but feel disgusted with you at this point."
He sighed, running his hand through his midnight hair, "Mikoto."
She shook her head, pushing away his hands. She walked to the elevator, looking back at her husband who looked like a lost puppy, still kneeling on the plush carpet. Her heart feeling heavy, confused, "Don't come home tonight," she spoke quietly, walking through the gold doors alone.
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The room was deathly quiet once Fugaku left, leaving Sakura shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of the three men in front of her. She played with her bracelet, a purple string braided with white that Sasuke had made her one rainy afternoon. Her mind wandered, her heart constricting as she remembered.
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Sasuke leaned against the leather couch, one are wrapped around Sakura while his other arm held up a contract.
"Sasu?" Sakura asked, glancing up at her husband, "Are you done yet?"
He chuckled, "No. I'm not." He looked over to Sakura, internally laughing at her pouty demeanor, "And I do believe that's the eighth time you've asked me that."
She laughed, poking him playfully with her forefinger, "It's because you're taking sooooo long. I'm starving."
He raised his brow, taking note of the empty carton of Ben and Jerry's strewn across the living room table, "Didn't you just eat a bowl of ice-cream?"
"That's not food." She reminded him gently, "It''s a snack." She held up her strings, "I'm mean look. I've made three of these puppies already."
He rolled his eyes, "Please. Tying two strings together is hardly considered a bracelet. Any simpleton could make one of those... things."
Sakura snorted, "Oh, how high and mighty of you Mr. Lord Sasuke of YK Uchiha. Fine," she sat up in her seat, grinning, "If you think you can do better, then here," she stuck out her arm and held out her box of strings, "Make me one." She stuck out her tongue teasingly, "Unless you're scared."
Sasuke arched his brow, accepting her challenge. "Very well then," he set his work down and selected a purple string, then a white one from the box, and knotted them together. The then wove them over one another, tying a perfect circle around his wrist. "There," he began, noting his handiwork, "Complete."
She laughed, running her fingers over the twisted twine, "Hate to break it to ya, but this sucks."
He growled playfully, pinning her back against the couch, "Care to repeat that?" he asked, his face dangerously close to hers.
She stuck out her tongue, "Sure. Since you're so old, I guess you're hard of hearing." She smiled widely at him, enunciating each word slowly, "Your bracelet making skills are the pits."
He chuckled, capturing her lips, his fingers finding the sides of her waist, "Once again, you have one last chance before I extract my payment."
She giggled, squirming out of his grasp, "Never! Catch me then ya old geezer!" she squealed, running up the spiral staircase to the bedroom. She was quick, but Sasuke was infinitely faster, tackling her onto their king-sized bed in only a matter of seconds.
"Damn your long legs," She muttered, blowing her bangs from her forehead. He smirked, unbuttoning his dress shirt with on hand, the other keeping Sakura's hands hostage above her head. Sakura watched as he struggled out of his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She licked her lips in anticipation, "You would have been a great stripper," she murmured, moaning when she felt his lips fall briefly onto her neck. She whimpered as he tugged her dress up, "Sasuke, wait," her eyes fluttered open, her gaze fell upon his wondrous frame, "Didn't we have a dinner party thing?"
He groaned, collapsing next to her onto their silk sheets, "Fuck."
She giggled, curling into his side, "We could always ship it," she suggested, running her fingers over his abdomen.
His hand captured hers, bringing it to his lips, "Very well. My dear Sakura, I think you've fallen ill, and I, your ever devoted husband will spend his evening tending to each and every one of your needs."
She smiled widely, ducking down to pres a kiss to his lips, "I don't think I've ever called in sick."
He smirked, rolling on top of her. He leaned over to grab the phone, making a quick call to his secretary as he helped Sakura dispose of her dress. "Yes, she's not feeling very well. Hn, yes. I will. Have a god evening." He tossed the phone onto the nightstand, his smirk widening as Sakura's lustful countenance. "I don believe I will try my best to alleviate your ailment," he murmured against her lips.
She grinned, "I love it when we play doctor."
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Stop it, she chidded herself, feeling the lone tears well up in the corner of her eyes, stop thinking about him.
She looked to Sasuke briefly, before her gaze settled onto the knot of his tie. "I- I agree to play along, but I don't want your money."
Sasuke stared back as of she grew another head, "That money," he snarled, "Is $35 million dollars."
"I don't want it." She retorted, eyes flaming with anger, "I never wanted our money," she whispered, wondering if he believed her.
"Very well," Naruto moved stiffly towards her, setting a contract in front of Sakura. He handed her a pen, which she took and signed the paper without looking it over.
"So it's settled," Lee stood up from his seat, breaking the tension, "Sasuke will continue to reside in the penthouse, while you may have the residence in the sake of publicity, you two will attend events, dinners, eve dates, all of which I will inform and schedule for you. Murasaki-sama has requested the attendance of you both at his villa this weekend. I expect you both to be there and act as if nothing has happened."
Sakura nodded weakly, watching Sasuke rise from his seat to leave the room. Lee left soon after bidding her adieu, leaving only her and Naruto in the room. She cast a look at Naruto, who was swirling his glass of scotch in his palm, "Naruto," she greeted gently, casting a smile in his direction.
"Why?" He asked, setting the glass on the table, "You didn't have to say yes Sakura. Yes, they would have been upset, hell, maybe a couple of people would have been fired, but it's not worth it."
"Naruto," she ran to his side, wrapping her arms around his side, "I know," she murmured, "I could have said no. But, I couldn't. Why should my stupid feelings get in the way of their dream? A billion dollar deal," she sighed, "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself, right?"
Naruto cursed, pulling her closer, "I hate them so much right now," he mumbled, tipping back the rest of his drink, "I'm sure this case has me turning into an alcoholic."
Sakura giggled, "What would Hinata say?" she joked, tucking her head underneath his chin.
"Come on buttercup," he said, "You're staying with us tonight. I'm going to feed you ice-cream and let you and Hinata paint my nails and do my hair, so long as this fucking guilt goes away."
Sakura laughed, stepping out of his embrace, "Deal," she held out her hand, smiling brightly as he shook it. They went to leave before Sakura caught a speck of Obsidian down the hall. "Just a minute," she murmured, "I'll meet you in the car lot in ten minutes."
Naruto nodded, "That's fine. I have to get a couple things from my office anyways."
Sakura bit her lip as she walked down the hall alone, towards the man who was stood erect, warily eyeing her every move. She stopped on front of him, the hold on her heart tighter with each step. "Sasuke," she greeted politely, bowing her head.
Sasuke sneered, "Sakura," he spat venomously.
She smiled politely, ignoring his harsh tone. She looked up, "You got a haircut," she murmured, noting he buzzcut that replaced his long, midnight locks.
"Yes," his tone condescending, "The doctors thought it would be advisable during surgery."
Hai, the accident. Sakura glanced to his left arm, hesitantly, she reached out, "Does it still hurt?" she asked; he no longer wore a sling. The scar on his face was healing quickly and in anything, it only added to his appeal.
"Don't touch me," he snarled, stepping back from her.
Sakura ignored the pang in her heart, "Sasuke. This," she allowed her fear, "this agreement would go a lot easier if you weren't disgusted by my very presence."
Sasuke growled, finding it harder to breath, looking down upon the girl, "Is that all?"
Sakura let out a deep breath, her eyes brimming with tears. Was that all? "No, no it's not. Can-" her voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes, "Can you... lie to me, please?" Tears were falling freely, she looked up at him through long, wet lashes, "Lie to me." Pathetic. Her request was pathetic, but those three words, even if it was a lie, would be enough. She clutched the handle of her bag, "Please."
Sasuke looked down upon the girl, his thoughts betraying him. He understood her request, the gravity of it. Lie to me. He stepped forwards, closing the gap between them, cupping her chin in his hand. He lifted it, his obsidian eyes watching as tears fell down her ivory cheeks. Instinctively, he brushed his thumb against her soft luscious lips, daring himself to say it. For control of an entire empire, he would say it. "I love you," he told her, allowing himself a minute; a minute to memorize every plane and angle of her face.
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Sasuke sipped his scotch, nodding, paying no attention to the man in front of him. Instead, his thoughts were on his wife, who was glaringly absent from the ballroom. "Excuse me for a moment Mr. Kim," he muttered, black Italian leather eagerly walking away from the obsequious man and his irritation laugh. His gaze was cold as he scanned the room, with no sight of the young woman in the floor length Oscar de la Renta. He sighed, his thumb rubbing his wedding band.
"Where are you?" he muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets, nodding to the familiar faces as he walked past. He paused mid-stride as he saw the pink chartreuse gown through the stained-glass windows. He strode to the doors leading toward the garden, watching as she wandered through the colorful flora. His lips curled as she stopped and began to pick cherry blossoms from the trees. His Sakura.
Sasuke slipped through the sliding doors, closing it with the back of his foot as he walked through. His footsteps were near silent, only sounds of the music inside amd the orchestral hum of insects accompanying him. When he reached her his arms encircled her petite waist, bringing her form closer to his. She turned to face him, tears spilling slowly onto her rosy complexion, "Sasuke," she whimpered, feeling warm, feeling protected.
"You're crying?" he asked, brushing the tears away with the back of his hand.
"Happy tears," she assured him, leaning into his touch. She smiled, her countenance lighting up as she spoke, "Did I tell you how handsome you look today?" she wondered, jade eyes beaming up at him with so much light, so much happiness, so much love.
He chuckled, kissing her ring finger, "Almost as many times as I have told you how beautiful you are everyday," he replied, spinning her as they began to dance. Her silk chiffon gown flowed with her, her rose gold earrings gleaming in the moonlight. She was exquisite, he thought, his hold on her tightening.
She giggled, her fingers curling over his, "I..." she hesitated, knowing she couldn't hold it in any longer, "I think I'm pregnant."
He halted his steps, frozen in shock, "What?"
"I think I'm pregnant," she repeated, the tears reappearing, once more.
"When?" he asked, his brows knitting together, his gaze falling upon her flat belly. He placed his hand there, "When did you find out?"
She bit her lip, "Today, when I was moving some stuff to the house. I noticed that I haven't had my period in two months since I haven't used any of my... feminine hygiene products," she giggled as she recounted her day, "So I asked Kabuto to bring me a pregnancy test. He bought six boxes because he didn't know what kind to get. But in the end, it didn't really matter, they all ended up being positive," she whispered, burying her head against his chest.
He held her close, feeling the tears leak through his cotton shirt, "Sakura," he asked, worried, running his hands down her frame, "Are you sure that you're happy?"
She nodded, "Hai, very," she spoke softly, her heart nearly melting when she felt his lips press on top of her head. "I love you so much," she murmured, holding him close, "So much." It was a dream, she thought, a fantasy. How may days had she spent dreaming of this very moment, of the loving husband, the friends, the family. Countless.
She sniffed, rubbing away the tears as they continued to fall. Eventually she pulled back, "I'm sorry," she apologized, giggling as she noted a black smudge on his lapel, I ruined your shirt with my mascara." She tried to rub the stain away but caught her hands with his, bringing her to him once again.
He kissed her hand, her ring finger, her nose, her forehead, then finally he took her lips. His eyes were open as he watched her eyes flutter with each kiss, each touch. "I love you," the words were faint, muffled, and lost within the wind.
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He watched as the tears dripped down onto her ivory cheeks, feeling uneasy. A lie, he reminded himself, it was all just a lie. Immediately, molten obsidian turned cold as he walked away from her, fists clenched tightly. A lie. He felt nothing for her. Nothing.
Meanwhile, she fell against the floor, her heart engulfed in a tight fist, shattering it into pieces.
I love you, the words replayed through Sakura's mind the rest of the night and haunted her in hse dreams. She dreamt of him, dreamt of him whispering those words to her, dreamt of his kisses, his touches. She cried out, falling, falling, until everything was consumed in the suffocating darkness.
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"Sasuke." A voice called out his name, "Sasuke! Did you see that?" The camera turned to the woman in front of him, her eyes shining with delight as the night sky danced with colors. She squealed as another firework set off over the lake, taking his hand, dragging him closer to the waters edge.
Sasuke laughed, "Sakura, slow down. I'm going to drop this thing." She giggled, taking the camera from his hands, pointing it at his face, "Fine, I'll be the director." She turned her attention back to the fireworks, the camera however pointed down towards their feet.
Ten minutes later, the fireworks began to wane and a waltz had come on over the speakers. Sasuke smirked, turning to face Sakura, "May I have this dance?" he asked, whispering into her ear.
She giggled, agreeing, balancing the camera on his shoulder with on hand as they danced to the song. "Tchaikovsky," she murmured sleepily, leaning her head against his warm chest.
"Indeed, Sleeping Beauty's waltz." He held her hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing her ring finger.
She smiled, the camera was facing her, the fireworks made for a beautiful backdrop as they swayed to and fro. "I love you," she murmured, snuggling into his chest. The camera fuzzed, the sounds cut off, before the screen went blank.
Sasuke sat frozen in his seat, his frown intensifying as he turned off the screen to his desktop. He walked away from his desk to the large bay windows overlooking the city. He fingered the rings in his pocket; his, then hers. He would have to return them soon, they were to portray a happily married couple after all. he sighed, glancing back to the screen. Through the screen was off, the video still played, voices emitting from the speakers.
"Sakura," he started, "Why don't you tell our future son why you're painting his room pink."
Sakura laughed, "You mean out future daughter? Why, I think she'll love it!" She giggled, running across the room, "And it's going to match the stuffed giraffe your dad brought over last night."
"Hn," he heard the strokes of paint roller onto the walls, "I still say we should keep it white until we are certain of the baby's gender."
Sakura sighed dramatically, "Fine. Are you saying you don't trust my motherly instincts?"
Sasuke couldn't stand it, curiosity getting the better of him. He walked back, flicking on the screen.
The screen flashed alive, showing a brightly lit room. The camera faced Sakura who was dressed in white painter overalls and a yellow t-shirt. Her feet were bare, her hair tied up in a messy bun. He heard himself laugh and pull her close, her breathing audible, "No, not at all." He kissed her neck, "We've just found out you're pregnant Sakura, the fact that we're painting this room already is a bit too soon don't you think?"
"Hm," Sakura spun around, taking the camera from his grasps, "Fine," she danced with the camera, "I have a better idea for the paint then," she set the device on top of the dresser covered with white sheets. She grinned wickedly, throwing a thumbs up to the camera before whirling around, "This!" She flicked her paintbrush at him, pink flecks splattering onto his white shirt and his precious locks.
"Sakura!" he roared, grabbing for her waist, but she dodged, continuing to splash pain onto his body. She laughed, running from his outstretched hands. He cornered her soon enough, his hands on either side of her, trapping against the wall. She blew the bangs out of her eyes, a wicked smile on her lips as she looked up innocently.
"I concede?" She tipped her head to the side, giving him those puppy dog eyes.
He chuckled, "Surrender is futile," he murmured, taking her lips. He plundered greedily, grasping her waist, fingers clenched deeply against her soft skin. She moaned, winding her arms around his neck, lifting her up to rest atop his pelvis. "Sasu," she spoke faintly, pulling her head back, "Stop for a second."
"No," he replied gruffly, undoing her outfit. "Fuck," he cursed, frustrated, getting stuck on one of the buttons, "Why are you wearing overalls?"
She giggled, pushing his hands away, "Sasuke, the camera's still on." She pressed a quick kiss on his lips, before detaching herself from his grasp, "Do you really want to make a sex tape?" she joked, running towards the dresser.
"Hn?" He turned to face the camera, a red blinking light verifying Sakura's claim. "Very well," he watched Sakura as she flicked it off while unbuttoning his shirt. Sasuke's frown intensified as he watched his trademark smirk and heard her laugh, before the picture turned black.
"Enough," Sasuke growled, grabbing the SD card from the slot, throwing it into his left drawer. He rubbed his face, collapsing into his chair. He cared for her. Impossible. But the videos; didn't actions speak louder than words? He cursed, gripping his fist. He opened the bottle of painkillers, swallowing three before throwing it against the wall. The pain was returning; the headache. He groaned, leaning against the cool leather. I love you. He heard thoes three words, running through his mind. Her soft, melodious voice; I love you.
"You loved her as well."
Sasuke jumped as his eyes focused on the woman in front of him. She was old, certainly, at least seventy, dressed in a white dress, her hair cut short. She wore blus snadals, and a gold chain hung delicately against her neck. "Who are you?" he hissed, his hand hovering over his phone.
The elderly woman smiled, cold hands patting his cheek affectionately, "Ah, you don't remember, do you?"
.forgetmenot.
SasuSaku version of Tullie's Forget Me Not
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Untill next time
