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Hopefully this chapter clarifies a fewww, a few things, for now of course…it'll come together soon, I'm keeping Sakura's reason secret because it's hopefully going to prove something's for Sasuke.
9
"Daddy?"
He ignored me as he flipped through the scrolls quickly looking for something important.
"Daddy…?" I repeated myself before he turned to me, anger rising in him.
"What." He spat.
"I'm done with your dinner."
His eyes widened and then a smirk formed on his chapped lips, "Oh, good. Now go away."
I bowed out of respect and hurried to my room, locking the door behind me. I could hear the sound of a chair shifting, the plate being scrapped. The sound of the tea cup plopping on the table, it would leave a ring mark for me to clean later, but I didn't bother to think about later, right now I was focused on breathing. When he'd finish eating, he'd go for the alcohol.
The room was quiet except for their breathing. Itachi had somehow persuaded Sasuke to allow him to stay the night, in his hospital bed with him. Of course Sasuke wasn't for it, but when Itachi pouted and stomped his feet telling him that he was brave for going to the hospital, Sasuke couldn't help but reach out to his son and bring him close, holding him so he could fall asleep.
I looked at his bandages that wrapped around his eyes, hopefully they weren't damaged again. I shook my head and tried not to think about that.
"Sakura?" his voice was a hoarse whisper. I looked up from my hands, "Yes?"
"What'd Tsunade want to talk about?" he asked curiously. He shifted so his head could face me, even though he couldn't see me. I sighed, "Nothing important."
"What was the request Sakura, stop playing dumb, I'm no fool," Sasuke spat. He knew, of course he did, and how stupid to think I'd be able to slip something behind his back.
"What do you mean?" I asked trying to sound convincing but only pissing him off more.
"Sakura," he warned before he sighed, "Never mind, I don't want to know it's not important is it?" he asked. I sighed, he had no idea.
"Well?" he insisted.
"It is." He paused, his body tensing, and I could feel the anger rising in him.
"What was it about?" he asked breathing heavily.
"Sakura, what makes you special? You're not much to look at, you're not strong, your pathetic, it's a surprise that you made Genin," my father's hand flew out and collided with my face. I fell back, trying to run, but there was no escape, he was blocking every exit.
"Well inform me what your good at Sakura!" he said his fist punching my stomach roughly. I could feel the iron behind my clenched teeth and I refused to spit it out.
"I-I don't know…" I whispered holding everything back. He gripped my hair and pulled me up to face him. His eyes cold, dark and filled with a rage I couldn't understand.
"Won't your team be excited to know that they'll have a pathetic girl like you who can't stop crushing on boys when she could be training!" he taunted gripping my hair tighter, "I mean look, your hair is so long, so soft, and for what! Normal ninja's are focused on training not their fucking hair Sakura!" he said before dropping me.
"I feel sorry for you. You're annoying, pathetic, and weak."
"Well Sakura?" Sasuke repeated his head turning to the ceiling.
I could feel my heart beat loudly, "It's about my father."
Sasuke's head turned angrily towards me, "Why?"
"I wanted to tell him."
"Why?" he asked again this time trying to hold back his anger.
"Because I never told him what I did, that I got married…I want him to approve." I whispered. Sasuke breathed out heavily and then shook his head, "Sakura I told you not to bring your parents around."
"I know—"
"Your perfect family is something I don't want to meet Sakura. I've told you it disgusts me that you actually had that kind of life, without anything to hurt you. What do you want to prove to them? That'd your finally happy with me…it's obvious you're not because you know what you're for." He spat. I sighed.
"Sasuke…I know that…I just wanted to be approved from someone." Sasuke snorted.
"Sakura, you know they'll approve, you had parents who gave you whatever you wanted when you wanted it!" he said with disappointed lacing his voice.
"Sakura what's this?" my father threw the plate at the sink and I dodged it. He became angry.
"What's what father?" I said cautiously turning to see the enraged man.
"What's this?" he held my dress that I had worked so hard to get before Ino.
"My dress…" I mumbled. He stepped closer.
"For?" he hissed, "A boy I presume?" he said.
"N-no…" I lied and he caught it gripping my jaw tightly.
"Sasuke Uchiha correct?" he spat, I looked away nervously. How'd he know?
As if he read my mind he laughed, "Your friend Ino stopped by to give you the invitation to her thirteenth birthday party, but she didn't sound very excited…don't tell me you two are fighting over a boy?"
He always saw right through me, I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. He laughed darkly and pulled my face tightly, nails digging into my cheeks harshly.
"Sakura…Sakura….Sakura…what makes you think a boy wants you? I certainly never wanted you…" he threw the dress on the counter and spilled his alcohol all over it. The smell choked my lungs, choked my throat, and choked my breath into short, pathetic gasps of air.
"Too bad. This dress is ruined, nobody really would've liked you in it anyways, doesn't flatter you a bit." My father spat before turning away leaving me to clean up the mess.
"Well Sakura?" Sasuke asked. I jumped out of my trance and he sighed angrily.
"Where you even listening?" he said.
"Sorry…I'm tired is all." I mumbled, he sighed annoyed and I knew the anger had resided for now.
"I'll repeat myself once more, are you listening?"
"Yes."
"Why would you want your parents to come and approve of our marriage?"
"Because…I want you to meet them also, you'll understand when you meet them, especially my father.
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