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Penname: LiveLoveLaugh
FanFiction Story: Backstabbing Love
Summary: Sakura and Sasuke are having an all-out war with each other that could end their relationship immediately! With Naruto, Hinata, Ino, Shikamaru, and Kakashi in the next room… Rated for Angst, Drama, and Joke-Cracking
AN: I give my deepest of apologies for the patient readers and reviewers who had waited for the longest of times for each updates. So please, enjoy this chapter.
Lovers' Spat: 10:09 pm
"Sakura…?"
Hello?
"Sakura…?"
Is that her name?
"Sakura, don't ignore me…"
As he had done before?
"Will you listen to me…?"
Can she?
"Will you sit down and listen to me?"
Can she?
"Please take a seat…"
Her legs were stiff, how can she?
Noticing this, Sasuke gently gripped her shoulders and pushed her down slowly to sit on the white couch. Sakura winced unconsciously at the stinging pain that was never there.
She desperately wanted to shove his hands off.
Those hands, those traitorous dirty hands that made her want to throw up for just causing more filth on her skin.
Those hands that killed more than half of the Anbu members and hunter-nins that chased after him when he was a missing-nin, those hands that knocked her out when she was trying to convince him to stay, those hands that could have killed Naruto, those hands of Chidori, those hands that never touched her…those hands…he…h-he…he…
…h-he…had…instead, used on her…
The same two hands that stroked, that caressed…that t-touched…that—
'Stop…before you hurt yourself…' Inner Sakura murmured mournfully, her usual dilated chalk-white eyes faltered into half-moon shapes and her pencil traced mouth was trembling.
She already knew she couldn't bear to touch him back, let alone inflict any more hits.
Sakura's whole world was spinning out of control.
Her throat was dry and a huge lump formed that made her breathing harsh. She lowered her dull watery green eyes to the woven rug on the polished wooden floor, as she waited for him to sit down, as she waited for him to begin, as she had waited for him ever since she was a foolish little girl on that same bench…
"Oh Sakura-chan…" Ino murmured, wiping her tears from her red-tint face, "If only you had stopped chasing him…maybe…just maybe…life would have been better off…"
Shikamaru scowled, glaring dangerously at his naïve fiancé, "Idiot woman, you can't say about something that never happened…"
Ino sent back a glare with the same intensity and rage, "Why do you have to be so pessimistic about this situation?"
"I'm not even being negative about anything, there's no 'situation' named of in our cause, anyway…"
"It is! Sakura's my friend!"
"Who also has a mind of her own…"
"Can you stop being so cynical for just five minutes!"
"That'll be impossible," Shikamaru smirked with a manic glint in his eyes.
Sakura tried looking up into his eyes but she kept glancing up and down, anywhere, and contently stared at his shirt. Could he have worn that shirt when he was with her…? Sakura snapped out of her frustrating reverie when she spotted Sasuke's hand motioning above her's on her lap.
She looked up to see his pale face twisted in aggravation as if he was debating whether or not he should touch her hand after hours before she found out.
When he took too long, Sakura glared angrily at him removing her hand away from his fingers, "Shouldn't you be touching her now…?"
Sasuke stared at her hesitatingly, his eyes wide and his forehead drenched in nervous sweat. He shrugged his shoulders sadly, looking away to prevent the few tears from leaking out. She had all the right to scream at him, to hit him, to do anything she desired. But…Sakura, being herself, was still holding on the small shred of love for him.
How stupid can he be?
Sasuke sighed depressingly; it had always been a fucking one-sided love. Her giving all she had, him taking it for granted…
How stupid, how foolish of him for being such a wreck of a man.
Hell, he's not even a man for what he done.
If Naruto found out about this, his fist would have connected on his face in an instant.
He knew deserved the awful treatment from everyone in the village, not even his idiot fan girls would go near him now. After he betrayed the trust of the villagers, even his old Academy teacher would not look him in the eye, Kakashi would make himself scarce because that one-eyed creep was feeling sorry for himself for failing in a way created by his perverted mind.
Uzumaki Naruto almost left him in the shadows if it weren't for Sakura giving him a hand. Then he regained the trust one by one from his closer colleagues.
It was two years ago when the pink-haired beauty came back from a terrible date with a man that nastily teased her about her ex-con friend. He was on her front door of this apartment, waiting patiently for her return. He would have liked to tell her his thanks, but the moment when Sakura burst into tears and threw her arms around his shoulders, his entire being became complete. How could he not remember what she said…?
It was something he had been complementing about for a very long time.
"I'm not going to love someone who makes you into a lesser person…" Sakura wept that night, nuzzling her wet face against his neck which made his entire body fidget slightly at her soft touches, "…you're not that kind of person…never w-will I…" She bit her lip and tried to swallow that lump in her throat. Sasuke heard her soft chuckling, "Forgive me…"
But what for?
Shouldn't he be sorry? Shouldn't he be begging for forgiveness? Shouldn't he be down on his knee and propose to her this very moment if he didn't do those terrible things and if he wasn't watching her struggle to keep away from him?
She was the first person to acknowledge his return to Konoha when no one else would. She was the person who got Naruto back into becoming renewed friends with him. She was the first person to give him a blanket and a pillow on her couch when no night inn would accept him. She was the person he held close to his heart even if the men in Konoha would avoid her as if she was a plague.
HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO HER!
"You don't deserve this…" Sasuke murmured more quietly than silence itself.
Even when they came together as a couple, Sasuke would do no such thing as to ever touching her. He could not kiss her by himself when she was trying her best to cheer him up. He could not bare the thought of him tainting her innocent purity with his guilt and darkness. He wanted her to smile and live on never knowing what went on in his life. Slowly this disgusting lust within him wanted more, the demon within wanted to touch her, to poison her with his evil lips and blood-smeared hands.
It was a night, almost four months ago when Sakura went to have dinner with her parents across town. Sasuke snuck away when she was gone, and went to a night bar where the woman in skimpy dresses and too much makeup came and woo men to their beds. When he met Watanabe Ami, it was perfect.
She was about the same size as Sakura, with the same length of hair and the same body features even though that dark woman had other thoughts about the woman he loved so dearly.
God, he wanted to touch Sakura so much…it was insane to imagine another woman as her.
Ami wore cheap perfume that irritated him. When he kissed her, her lips were humid and rough, her taste was tangy, nothing like Sakura's sweet mouth when they first kissed. His hands touched her as if she was a whore. He took her like a demon, filling his head with sinful thoughts that he made himself less and less available to the real Sakura. He didn't want hurt the innocent beauty.
When Ami introduced him to drugs and alcohol, it seemed sex was nothing without them It hallucinated him into thinking the brunette was Sakura herself, it drove into a kind of bliss when he moaned another woman's name instead of the pink-haired kunoichi.
Yes, he did come to want Ami in a very twisted way.
Love, maybe not, but lust, most definitely.
Yes, he did imagine her nasty face whenever he was talking to Sakura. Sasuke became addicted her and the things she provided for him. She showed things that Sakura could show him. She did things for him that made him want more. When Sakura began annoying him with phone calls and dates, he angrily hung up and went over to Ami's house to forget her.
But…how can he forget about Haruno Sakura?
How can he betray almost every night, yet somehow he was calm and collected towards her in the day?
How was he supposed to know that Naruto found out about his affairs?
When Sasuke was at Ami's house almost every night, he didn't know Naruto followed him with a camera all those nights. He didn't know Naruto took numerous pictures of them naked, sprawled on the coffee table with drug capsules and empty beer bottles lying around. Pictures of him and her doing up against the wall with her screaming his name, him taking off her clothes, him kissing her in places he would never kiss Sakura there, him touching Ami roughly, him moaning, her moaning, him in the same bed with her, him and her in different positions, him climaxing while yelling out another woman's name—
It was all so completely dreadful…when Sakura found them.
He was taking a shower in his small apartment before he was going out with Sakura and a couple of friends for some drinks and dinner. It was determined an important day because Ino, Shikamaru, and Hinata were beginning to trust him if they got to know each other more. But he seriously didn't doubt they would kill him if they found out when he had been doing—or who he'd been doing…
But he didn't know Watanabe Ami had despised Haruno Sakura to her very dark soul.
She used him like he used her, for the very same reason.
Sakura
She was beautiful beyond relief, she like the princess in all the fairy tales and bedtime stories. She was merciful, kind, mature, and she did not deserve these horrible things that were flying towards like a runaway train.
The plan had been so simple, Sakura had been too gullible to all his lies, and he had pleasure all at the same time. Soon reality began to fade away from his mind.
When he was in the shower, washing off his body of guilt and the filth of the woman he been sleeping with, he had ducked his head underneath the hot water faucet he did not hear the front door open. And soon Sakura emerged into his shadowed apartment she was going to surprise him in her cheery state. She was pulling open the curtains hanging on the windows when the sunset glares moved towards his small living room table. Sasuke had been too blind to spot a large envelope lying there.
Naruto had delivered it personally after the minute Sasuke turned on the water.
Sakura, too curious for her damn good, saw that the envelope had a note addressed to her.
When Sasuke came out in his clothes ready to meet Sakura at her place, he saw that his girlfriend was already there.
That raven-haired shinobi saw that Sakura was shredding through photo after photo of the recorded affairs. Her eyes were wide and tears flooded out, her mouth was letting out soft screams and her entire body was shaking as if her sanity was breaking through her restraints. She was looked up and she saw him as she was seeing him in the new light.
And it was not a pretty sight.
Before he could say her name, Sakura went hysterical and kept screaming at him as if he was going to attack her. She almost tripped and the strength to even look at Sasuke was ripped away from him. When Sasuke approached her, Sakura backed into the wall with a choked voice. In her eyes then, he was a monster.
He could have easily thought that she was seeing him in the same way other villagers saw him, Sasuke became angry for that split second. She was supposed to trust him and love him like before, why change now dammit! He walked closer and closer with a deadly aura and she was screaming and crying, repeating the words 'How could you! How can you! WHY!' over and over again.
He had translated those words into that of 'How could you kill hundreds of people! How can you betray Konoha! WHY ARE YOU SUCH A MONSTER!'
When Sasuke flashed on his awful Sharingan eyes, with the thought of even killing her…he incidentally stepped on the slippery surfaces of hundreds of photos of him and Ami…
And like a strong painful blow of reality, Sasuke realized all the emotions of regrets and sorrow burst within his damned heart, and when he turned off his frightening eyes, he saw Sakura scrambling for the door with flooded tears.
Sasuke tired to grab her but she could only feel the hurt of betrayal and lost. She was invisibly burning her own flesh and a stream of bloody words scorched her throat and thrown on Sasuke, but he wouldn't DIE!
He ran after her towards the apartment, and that's where they were now…
Sakura looked at him with deep sadness, and Sasuke knew, he cannot be forgiven.
To be continued…
Now you know…
