Note: (This story use to be on a different plot and has since been rewritten. The first chapter is all that remains from the original 20. I hope the new story line is better. Thank you.)

Summary: She's loyal. He's wild. Broken marriages have left these souls wounded and feeling trapped. They each are devoted enough to make their prison a home. One of them just happens to be sneaking out of that cage to go be with the other in theirs. Is that so wrong? Yes.

Plot Point: We have your repetitive unhappy couples! Each different and yet the same. None are perfect. All are flawed. Each is their own enemy in the grand scheme of things. When everyone's hearts finally find what they needed all along to bring their pros and cons to the light, can they make that choice to accept it and grow? Or are they destined to be stuck in their broken ways?

Disclaimer: I hate to inform you all this but, I don't own Naruto! Dun-Dun-Dunnn!

Important Note - Relationships: NaruHina and SasuSaku are the starting pairs.

SasuHina is the main goal here.

Warning: Heavy language, insults, pain, shaming, sexual situations, violence, misconduct, fighting, abuse, love, friendship, redemption, fighting, blood, affairs, brothers, doggy, AU, OOC-ness? relationship problems, big brothers and cousins, family, truth, LIEESSS

Introductions

:: My Husband ::

Four years.

"Hinata, what are you doing?!"

Four long years... were supposed to be nothing but absolute blessed happiness.

"You've been getting ready for an hour now? Please don't do this to me again!"

When did it get to this point? The yelling and the fighting. She wasn't combative. She was docile. A flower in waiting. Then how did she miss the signs those years ago if she was just standing still? The only time she moved from her worn out spot of shot nerves was to ask him for his hand. She took that leap while he only caught her at the last second. She didn't notice it then that when she fell into his arms, he wasn't pleased, but rather… perplexed.

"You know what? Forget it. We're just going to stay home! I'll get your blanket and you can curl up on the sofa like you always do and hide from the world outside!"

'Like always?' Hinata Hyuga asked herself this aged question as her lavender eyes raised to an oval mirror entrapped around a silver outline. There reflected back to her simply a trapped woman. A beautiful lady of snow skin and plum layers for hair that fell around her shoulders loosely, bangs rested on either side refusing to join the rest of her locks in the back. A plain silver chain adorned her neck above her cleavage that was only contained because of the short, black, tight fitting mermaid dress with ruffled, off-shoulder sleeves. Her black pumps lay on the rim of the tub because she didn't feel up to putting them on just yet. She always stalled like this to take a moment and reflect on why she forced herself into something so… uncomfortable.

"Could you come out of the damn bathroom at least and let me know you're okay?"

She placed her ring hand on the sink and turned her body back slightly to the beige door. A weary smile planted on glossed lips at the reason that presented itself.

Uzumaki Naruto.

The man that made this woman move first.

Exhausted from the shouting and running about to get ready, he placed a palm on the door and pleaded once again to his wife that he knew deep down, was not the one he should have said yes to. "Hinata." But here they were, trying for the most part. "Babe, please come out of the bathroom. I'm sorry again for shouting…"

'No you're not...' Hinata could hear the strained undertones in his voice. She blamed herself like she was the vain of his existence. One, two, three. They fell from her eyes out of sync at first like a broken stream crippled by rocky protrusions. All she ever aimed for in her life, was to make this wonderful man happy to the fullest degree, to love him relentlessly without fail. In return, he'd give her the same. Why was that so hard?

Because she missed the signs.

"Say something," Naruto begged for more than the obvious. He wanted his freedom, but like his thoughts of her, he was too weak to leave… this door. "Why? Why do you do this everyday?! Can't we just go out without you being afraid of something?! I'm by your side? I'm here! Meet me halfway for once!" He struck the door with a fist of endless frustration, stopping the abuse and loud banging to hit his head against the door and seek forgiveness for that outburst he was sure had scared the fragile thing inside, "Hinata, just open up already. That was an accident! I didn't mean- Open the door, please!"

He would never lay a hand on her, only anything else he could find. The woman he thought dainty, hiding in the porcelain throne room, was not afraid. She didn't even flinch at his tantrum.

For four years, she put up with this because she did and still believes she deserved it. Half the time, she wished he would just hit her and then he'd magically love her somehow. What about her reclusive nature? Surely that would piss him off again. She was like a puppy that didn't want to go for walks. That was the very thing she'd laugh at on TV with him at her side, holding her in comfort like he'd never treat her like that. He'd never make her feel like a pet, and he didn't for the most part.

This falling out was the result of complete indifference with no real compromise wanting to be made.

She'd married an active person that she thought she could keep at home. He denied her right away those things when possible, so she returned the favor, growing bolder and resilient. That one thing, he taught her without knowing. He made her speak her mind and shut it off when she was literally done. She felt more empowered than in her high school years where uttering a sound would bother her to the end of the day. Now at age 24, she didn't give a damn when she spoke or not around anyone. As time went on, he was put on that list, but she did it out of love. The same, possible emotion, that she hoped resided in him. A respecting type of feeling that they both were only partly immovable at times and therefore, could change.

Hinata was still the only one to budge somewhat. She turned back to the sink and grabbed her charcoal feather earrings off the holder above the faucet to the right. "I'm coming out in five. I'll meet you in the car."

"Are you serio-" Naruto bit his tongue and rolled his eyes, storming off, snatching up his khaki suit jacket off the queen sized bed draped in royal blue sheets. "I'll wait like usual then!"

That door slam that followed, she giggled at. His wasted strength always put a mirthful state on her face. He never applied it when they laid together...almost like he was afraid she couldn't handle it.

Trust was another glaring issue, and he lacked it in many areas outside of the bedroom.

She sighed heavily and then got to cleaning herself up from the waterworks. This evening would be no different. She'd sit there and not say a word while he talked up to whatever friends he wanted to impress. Her job was easy. Smile and laugh at what he says. Of course he didn't want her to do that because of how obvious she made it, but she did so anyway to show him that she was willing to try. He ignored her efforts every time and put it off as nothing but embarrassing… like any other night.

:: My Wife ::

"All I ask is that you try to smile for once in your life and make us look like a happy couple."

'When the fuck were we ever a happy couple after I married you?' Uchiha Sasuke looked at his wife of cherry blossom hair, presenting the question with complete disinterest on his face. He refused to abide, let alone possibly listen to anything she said. His dark, void like eyes, reflected their unfortunate union's emptiness.

"Are you going to say something this time, or keep looking at me like you've come down with a rare case of retarded?" Sakura snapped fast under her breath as a waiter passed by. She then carefully placed a napkin in her lap over the ruby, sleeved dress that stopped well above her knees when sitting. The chandelier over them, decorated in priceless false diamonds, shined like her heels. Her hair, while short, was well kept and made the pearls on her ears stand out. She radiated class.

Her hermit husband, on the other hand, was slumped in the booth with his hands in his dress pant's pockets. His choice of 'shirt' was a plain black tank top that had help from looking less unethical by the blazer he had to wear. He'd rather be working out at home, watching a documentary at home, or doing anything else but sitting like a trophy husband for the woman he thought actually loved him. She vied for him to no end back then, so he presumed she didn't just care for his model inspiring looks and wealth. After the first day of being married to her, she tried to change his habits, the way he dressed, everything. He gave in to some, expecting that she'd make a few alterations herself. No such fucking thing transpired. His language worsened and his habits increased out of defiance.

And those divorce papers? They were looking better than sex right now.

That was about the only thing keeping him here for two years. It was a filthy way to love someone, but she made it obvious that she only planned to give herself to him. A part of him liked that a lot and too much at times. That pseudo sense of love that someone who gives their body to you solely, must truly care for you after all, tricked him into staying in a controlling relationship. When the intercourse was done, she was back to complaining about how worthless he was despite him doing all the work hours prior. It didn't end there. After a long day of actual work with his brother, he'd come home to the wife that did nothing. She didn't cook or clean for him, only for herself. Then she'd berate him about his lack of social awareness and inability to dress properly. He wasn't doing this. He wasn't doing that. He should change for her betterment.

How she flipped the meaning of trophy husband, he had no idea, but she did.

Why she stayed to put up with his resilient nature, was another guess that he took meant she loved him… So at times, he'd give in to her wishes a little more though he got nothing back but sexual gratification.

That could only get a relationship to go so far.

"Sasuke, please, I beg of you, sit up straight and proper at least! We haven't seen Naruto in years. Do you want him to think you're some talent-less hack whose only attribute is looking good?" She sighed and picked up a wine glass between her middle and ring finger, cupping it when secure. "Not like you bothered with that today either."

'How's the padding in your bra going? Sweating like a pig yet?' He would have said it aloud if they were at home where he could change after she threw that red wine in his face. He chose a less likely physical response invoking jest for the time being. "I wasn't aware we had to dress."

"I told you- Don't pretend you didn't hear me warn you five times that we were going out. Whenever we do this, you put up a bratty attitude and pretend you're not listening. Then you go back to your gym and igno-"

Sasuke stared at her blankly and uncaring as she quietly repeated a previous event that should be the story of their lives. She was so beautiful before when she actually cared for him, now all he saw was a… pink gremlin. He snickered unintentionally in her face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hand raise. That made his ass sit up and capture the wrist of that incoming slap, scowling at her like she'd lost her damn mind. "The hell do you think you're about to do?!"

"Lower your voice!"

"For what?!"

Where she got this abusive behavior from, he didn't know, but he sure as hell wasn't going to allow it. He held her tight when she tried to jerk it back. The gold bracelets on a decorated forearm, clanked and clinked as he pushed that appendage down to the table hard as a warning, firm grip never leaving.

Each held each other's glare like they would kill for the other to make a move again and try something. He let her go with a light shove only because everyone around them paid attention at the wrong time, dooming his image solely like he was the initial attacker. Just because he released her, didn't mean he was backing down. "The fuck are you all looking at?!"

"Mind your own damn business!" Sakura, while annoyed with the man she married, shared his temper. There were qualities about him that she loved besides his appearance. He was quite intelligent, and yet a dumb human being when it came to social gatherings. He could have it all, but he was to...settled for her taste. She wanted more in life. She didn't work because that's not what her friends, or her mother taught her to do. A woman's power is in her body and mind. Men control the scene. If you can get a hold of one male in such good standing, and bend him to your will, you'll never have a broken home...ever again. She drank down her abusive past and glared once at the worthless, sexy man she shacked up with, picking him for his quiet nature tacked on by overbearing presence and riches. It took a while in college, but he gave in eventually. The errors of her ways started to show the flaw in the once presumed perfect scheme.

He was not that guy.

However, he respected her strength. He sat up beside her confidently as if to show that no matter what rumors spread, only they know the truth at the end of the day. "I can't fucking stand you sometimes," she whispered from over the rim of her glass.

"The feeling is mutual," Sasuke exhaled out behind an over painted mask of hurt, smirking, "till we get home."

"If we get kicked out of this place, you're never touching me again!" That threat was met by a riveting cackle from her dark prince that sent a shiver and tremble waving throughout her body in the worst way to crash on that button of lust.

"Whose punishment is that again, Sakura?"

That callous look her way, put a flush across her face. Her attraction to assholes had a backstory as long as her arms that she'd wrapped around this man's neck in ecstasy for him to destroy her ability to speak. She rolled her eyes and caught a glimpse of their dinner guests arriving through the glass doors ahead. "Naruto's here with his wife. Do try not to embarrass me."

"Hn. Someone married that idiot?"

"That someone was almost me, for your information."

"So what you're saying is… he dodged a bullet?" He played that smirk out like the abuse to his pockets from his hands when he pushed them back in. "I should kick his ass. He would have spared me a fortune."

"Oh shut the fuc- Hey, Naruto! It's so good to see you!" Sakura's nature flipped on a switch, jewel lavished hand reaching out for the tan one embracing it respectfully and not the way he used too. He looked drained and just not up for it this evening. She wondered what zapped that energy in him. His wife looked doom and gloom too. "Your wife is lovely, isn't she, Sasuke?"

'She looks fucking miserable….' Sasuke stared at the bombshell sliding into the booth across from him. Her husband, his old friend who he lost contact with after the whiskered male dropped out of college, was no better. 'You mean I gotta deal with their emotional baggage too? Can they not hide that shit?!' He was no better, and it made that taste in his mouth all the more bitter. He shrugged and slumped back in his seat. "How you doing, dumb-ass?"

"Better than you, bastard." Naruto laughed and dropped down with a fresh smile to his old friends. "Oh, uh, this is my wife, Hinata! We met after I bailed from prison."

"Hahahaha, very funny! College is not prison. Being broke though, makes prison sound like home," Sakura said with a wave to a waiter nearby for a refill alert. She held up the glass to help the aid give her cup that alcoholic life to the brim. "I hope you're not trying to ask us for money."

"Actually, I own this building we'll be eating in." The proud blond, business owner, leaned back in his seat, arm up and bent on the back, never going around his quiet wife. He nodded his head to the window. "And the ones down the street."

"Bullshit," Sasuke cursed under his breath, eyeing his so called lover when she put a heel to his foot. "Do that again and I swea-!"

"Why'd you go into the restaurant business, Naruto?! I'm going to need to see some proof!" Sakura spoke over her rude husband, not wanting him to ruin a potential alley in their circle of well managed people.

"Aha, well turns out that little obsession with ramen, had major benefits." Naruto raised a hand and snapped his fingers twice, calling out, "Any waiter, come here for a minute!"

A young man of ginger hair and black eyes, speed walked their way. He took that time to present two champagne glasses to the guests that usually requested such, filling them with their couple's signature selection. "How may I assist you, Msr. Uzumaki?"

"Ani! You decided to stay? I'm glad. Do me a favor and go get the chef for me?"

"Ah, yes, sir!"

Sakura watched, impressed while her husband's eyes were busy elsewhere.

Could anyone blame him? His old friend's wife was... strange. She had this fed up look on her face that showed at random times. That fragile frame of hers stacked with a full body… was also deceivingly so. Most women Sasuke's wife showed him too, would be eyeing him right now, not the other way around. She looked devoted to her man, but also annoyed by him all at once. He learned all this from just sitting, watching, and going with the moment. He tilted his head to the side and glanced at the blond who let a woman like this have such a sad atmosphere around her. He was not attracted to her by any means yet. He did find her silence interesting given she's the only thing in sight across from him besides the rambling two next to them both.

"-the chef, really?! Are you trying to say we're about to eat for free?"

"I don't see why not!" Naruto boasted nonchalantly on the sly. To him, compared to the obvious turmoil his high school crush was hiding, he'd won this event. He nudged his wife and said, "What do you think, love? Should we make our friends pay or watch us eat?"

"Hahaha… Don't be mean." Hinata forced a rehearsed response, mentally rolling her eyes and gagging at the dinner choice she knew was coming unless someone intervened. How he managed to eat that crap and stay moderately fit, she had no idea. Somehow her thoughts became outside knowledge from the obviously bored man across from her.

"Naruto, if you make us eat that unhealthy shit, I'm not paying for it."

"Nice to see your attitude hasn't changed, Sasuke."

"Nice to see you're not taking up five seats."

Hinata hid a giggle behind a napkin that she pulled off the table quickly to cover her mouth and pretend she had to sneeze. She could have swore she saw the blunt man eye here like he knew, but he turned away to quick back to the conversation like it was nothing.

"-and he's just been in a foul mood since! I'm so sorry, Naruto," she apologized with a hand across the table to the blond's own.

"Don't be, Sakura..." he assured her, slipping his hand back down off the table, uncomfortable with that touch that rejected him too many times to not leave a scar. That small withdrawal did not go unnoticed by the pink woman's husband. "I honestly miss this bluntness. Please guys, feel free to speak your mind."

"You're not getting enough of that at home?"

Sakura took a minute to calm her nerves before turning to the raven man with no breaks. "Sasuke, my love, could you stop? I know he said it's fine, but that's usually a code that you're making everyone uncomfortable."

"Everyone? Last time I checked, babe, you were only one person unless there's something you're not telling me," Sasuke shot back dryly, head cocked to the side like what the fuck did she expect, "You do look like you picked up a fe-"

Splash! Red wine dripped and dried on a moonlit face, down the cut jawline and dripping from raven bangs. He licked his lips and smirked, chortling smoothly before standing up and stealing Hinata's glass. "Lend me this for a second, doll face." After that careless remark her surprised way, he held the slim glass over his wife's shocked, pretty little head.

"Don't you fucking dar- EEHH!" Sakura screamed at the short burst of cold that flowed down over her face. She jutted up from her seat, napkin falling off her lap to the floor uselessly. She held her arms out like she was drenched, fist formed and emeralds scowling blades to her husband who shook the glass once to get it all out before setting it back down on the table. "YOU- YOU WORTHLESS LOAD OF...!"

"SAY. IT!"

Hinata felt the heat between them instantly when they bucked up into each other's face, specifically Sasuke's… She could see his pain and desperation to love his wife and beg her to return it back to him. He tried to kiss Sakura, making the first move, but she turned away, shutting him off in front of everyone. He dragged a hand down his mouth and then both through his hair in exasperation.

Hinata realized seconds later that she was holding her breath for them with her legs closed tight. 'What did I just-' She shook her head, confused as to why she was so caught up in that tense moment and admiring his hungry look that she shared with her own husband at times they fought that bad. Her body would lock up if Naruto ever stared at her with intent to ravage her in front of everyone. She blushed like mad and hid it behind a napkin.

"Hinata, are you okay?!" Naruto thought it was all just too much for the innocent woman to see how couples were in the real world. "God dammit, Sasuke! Can you not be so mean spirited for once in your life!?"

"The hell are you on about like you know me all of a sudden anymore? You bailed on that bridge a long time ago, moron." Sasuke stole the blond's glass next and chugged it down, throwing it to the ground afterwards, shattering it and drawing screams of fright from the other dinners.

"What the fuck, man?! Everyone, it's okay!" Naruto jumped up from his seat to stop this tirade.

"Yeah, it's okay. My esteemed wife is paying for it! Or would the guy she shut down fifty times, like to take the rep for her?!" He shoulder bumped past the stunned blond, shouting, "Tell that bitch I'm at the car!"

"I can fucking hear you!" Sakura came barging out of the bathroom, mascara smeared, marching to the door fast afterwards. "Since I'm such a bitch, you can run your ass home! You love working out more than you appreciate a good woman anyway!"

"HA! At least working out leaves me satisfied!"

"OHH! You want to bring up the bedroom in front of everyone? Let's do that then!" She spun back and bared her teeth at the fuming man who met her at the door, heated up from the snarl on his lips and the way he forced her out of the nosy building with strong hands to her elbows. They weren't going to talk this out like they should when they got home.

Hinata's condition did not decrease, for she knew what was going to happen. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to see a hate filled sex was likely those twos go to when all else failed. Here she was, jealous of that for some reason. Her husband looked embarrassed and distraught all at once with a hint of weird satisfaction because he didn't show his ass to everyone like they did. All she saw was a boring man who thought she was the same. Why can't their sinking relationship be like theirs? Burning out with a wave of passion. She propped her chin on a hand and looked outside the open, cotton curtained window.

Naruto was busy helping clean up the mess while his wife was exposed to the brash couple once more.

Lily eyes saw the two arguing again by their sports car. She watched Sasuke turn away to yell something to the sky with his fist clenched at his side. He then switched back to continue the rant at Sakura, but he did something else that drew a tiny yelp from Hinata. He latched on to Sakura's waist without warning, picking her up and sitting her atop the car, forcing her to wrap her legs around him and try to pull his hair in an attempt to get him off her lips. Her dress rose high and his hands did no kindness in stopping that from happening. She could see him bite the woman's bottom, cherry lip, and lick it, sending an obvious shiver along her body that traveled as his tongue went down her chin and neck.

Hinata swallowed hard and bit a nail, watching him imprint on her thighs on up and in her cherry blossom hair, yanking her head back to demand his canines an area of flesh to sink into without mercy. Her inner moan was matched to the one that escaped Sakura's lips just loud enough for the sound to travel to her awaiting ears through the glass. She cast her eyes down in embarrassment from the pg porno going on outside that she wished would be her life. When she looked up, onyx locked with lavender. He flashed an up-turn in his lips against Sakura's marked collar bone that she'd never forget.

It was a taunting one… a mocking gesture at how erotic his life was compared to hers. He showed off his exciting and declining relationship by grinding on the woman clinging to him still. He kept his estranged lover's head back so he could side glance at Hinata to make sure she was watching every little thing he did to his so called wife's sensitive neck. There he lapped at a pulse and released her hair to get somewhat of a grip on her ass under the dress now up to her waist, pulling her teal lingerie panties against him more to increase that friction cooking up down below.

'Bastard!' Hinata cursed and crossed her legs this time, damning this insensitive, careless prick. She wished she could zap his toxic masculinity and put some of it in Naruto. Just a little. Can she sin a little and be treated like a spoiled, naughty princess for five seconds? A little kink never hurt anyone. Could Naruto just grab at her body like that and fill her up to show he still cared, he still wanted her, they could possibly work, he loved her alone, he needed her like Sakura needed air after Sasuke suffocated her mouth with his tongue, granting no breaks unless he wanted to. Why was she still watching this shit?! That raven bastard glanced straight at her like he could once again hear her thoughts.

That look… that moment of… 'This is you if I ever get you alone. Fear me.'

A stuck siren went off on her face as she shook her head frantically. 'Absolutely fucking not!' She was not a cheater. She would not be coerced.

Hinata stood up and reached for the curtains, choosing to get the most difficult one out of the way being across. Since she was in a mermaid dress, she had to hold her legs together and bend over the table to reach the other blind, giving her teaser outside a view of a lifetime.

The dress was tight and defining as it should, revealing a thickness in the back that she had no idea threw him off guard until she stopped arching after freeing the other curtain. Turning full frontal with a peeved looked, she saw his attention all on her like she was the culprit now… she was misbehaving.

'Hmph!' She unfurled the curtain just in time to catch Sakura getting fed up that he stopped, resulting in her pushing him off. About time anyway. A servant had come out to ask them to leave for disturbing the arriving guests and bothering the inside residents. 'Serves them right.' She did withhold a curtain to see Sakura gripe and complain to the driver's side.

Sasuke's annoyance with the matter was very evident as well in his ticked off expression...and then, he cut his cold eyes her way. She returned something to him that she saw enough today to mimic. It was a small smirk, a bold one that faded from his intrigued sight as she dropped the curtain down.

Hinata then dusted herself off like she achieved a great victory in parallel with her husband who hadn't noticed a thing, busy chatting up the chef and explaining the ordeal. That moment of excitement was fleeting, and it left her high shooting down fast. The only good thing was that she'd hopefully never have to see that perverted, arrogant, exciting playboy… ever again.

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