Series: Dysfunctional
Pairing: SasuSaku
Warnings: Dark humor
Therapist
Sasuke stood staring at his wife of three years. His body was trembling with the ache to wrap his fingers around her throat and squeeze the life out of her. Her lips were pursed and the negative attitude that she carried in the way she held her body. She had to be suicidal and he would gladly be her weapon of choice.
"What, Sasuke? What do you have to say?" She placed her hands on her hips and her lips curled into a snarl.
"Is there any particular reason why you tried to burn me alive?" Sasuke asked through clenched teeth. His temple throbbed with the effort it took to remain calm throughout the conversation.
"What the hell are you talking about Sasuke?"
The couple stood in the charred remains of the Uchiha district. The smell of smoke drifted through the air making it hard to breathe. As he inhaled the acrid remains of his familial home he realized that he wouldn't be able to remain calm and there was no point in trying—especially if she was going to try and maintain the innocent act.
"You tried to kill me, you little bitch!"
"See this is what I mean! You take everything I do out of context!"
"You tied me to a bed, doused me in kerosene, and lit the place on fire."
"You would see that way! Our therapist said I should try to connect with you-do things you like. You like fire so I gave you fire!"
"I like setting other people on fire not getting set on fire myself!"
"You're always splitting hairs! It's not like you ever told me that. You never talk to me without it being some sort of argument."
Sasuke took a moment to count to ten before speaking again. "So why didn't you stay? If this was to improve our relationship why didn't you stay?" Sasuke said not believing for a second the load of crap she was tossing his way.
"Well I don't like fire."
"Why did you take all your stuff and leave mine behind?"
"My stuff doesn't like fire either."
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"Just give me a fucking divorce Sasuke!"
"Over my dead body!"
"I can arrange that!" Sakura screamed shrilly to Sasuke's rapidly retreating form.
"Tch! You're attempts at murder are about as good as your ninja skills."
Sakura let out a scream of pure frustration.
