note: while this is a SasuSaku fic, it does contain MutliSaku.(I'm putting this warning in for you, anons)


It's Complicated

trying to forget you


She glances at the message on her phone screen, though she has already memorized the words.

Your mom called me, I'm coming.

Six words. That is all it took for her to fly off the handle.

She moves the arm wrapped around her waist back to the side of its owner before rolling out of the rumpled bed. Her head still spins from the alcohol she put away the night before and her throat is dry. Sunlight blasts through the room, bathing everything in its warm, golden light and doing absolutely nothing for Sakura's pounding head.

After donning her silk robe, she stumbles her way out of her bedroom and to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. Greedily she twists off the cap and begins guzzling down the cool liquid. Instantly, the desert in her throat is soothed if only for a moment.

She stares at the screen again – her eyes squinting at the brightness of the illuminated screen – and the ten numbers listed beside the word "sender." Angrily, she throws the device across the room hoping for the satisfaction of hearing something break, however, it lands on the couch in living room with little more than a plop.

Figures.

Setting her bottle on the counter, she returns to the bedroom. Sleepy eyes look up at her with a smirk.

"Mornin' Sak," he mumbles before pulling her back into bed with him. She does not protest, but her face remains in a permanent frown.

"You need to leave," she tells him as he attempts to kiss her neck.

"You need to kiss me," he leans forward, but she stops him with a hand to his chest.

"Kiba, I'm serious."

"You're always serious, Sak," he nuzzles her chest and she does not protest. "You need to relax more."

This time she does not attempt to move as he kisses her. She sighs; Kiba has always been very good with his tongue. She moves to straddle his hips and finds herself leaning forward completely reciprocating the kiss and forgetting all about the text message.

Suddenly, Kiba pulls back. "Do you hear that?" he asks.

She does and she knows that it is her front door unlocking, but she could not care less. All she wants to do is forget about that text message and the damn person that sent it so she continues kissing him, keeping her green eyes wide open as she hears heavy footsteps make their way down the hall.

Somebody clears his throat and Kiba practically pushes her onto the ground in his attempt to get up.

"Who the hell are you?" Kiba shouts and Sakura doesn't even bother turning her head towards the door. She knows who it is.

"I think you should leave," a deep male voice responds and Sakura feels shivers roll down her naked spine.

"Why should I?" Kiba responds, though he begins pulling on his scattered clothing anyways.

"Just go, Kiba," Sakura orders softly, "I'll text you later."

He exits her bedroom – nicotine reeking shirt and shoes in hand – but turns to the somber, dark-haired man still standing in the doorway.

"Are you her cousin or something?" he asks lamely while slipping on his sneakers.

"Of course not," dark eyes narrow at Kiba as a pale hand begins shutting the door in his face.

"I'm her fiancé."


A/N: Fair warning, in this piece I plan on experimenting with temporal distortion so the chapters may jump around in terms of chronological order. Just let me know if it gets too weird or confusing :)