Disclaimer: Sweet Pie, I don't need to own Naruto to write fanfiction.
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, and Shikamaru in the next room… Rated for Angst, Drama, and Joke-Cracking. COMPLETE
AN: To read this chapter, is to be human. To feel human. To become truly human…
I don't think I have anything else to say except please indulge yourselves within this update.
Puppet Show: 3:58 am
Like a crack of thunder, Hinata woke up frightfully with dilated white marble eyes and sweat dripping from her navy bangs. She grasped her chest as if her heart would break out of her torso and write itself on the wall with her own blood. The dripping crimson words of sweet dreams…
Man, she is going crazy.
When all she could see in her surroundings were the colors of black and white, she snapped out of her strange trance when she noticed she had on her Byakugan. Hinata closed her eyes and opened them tired. She didn't like waking up so early, even if it was a mission. Luckily Kurenai-sensei gave her a weekend off from her hard training; Hinata felt the cool air pass between her bare legs when she got up from her giant bed.
She didn't care who dressed her in only a black tee shirt and silk panties, she just wanted to eat something from the fridge.
The heiress grabbed a pair of dark sweatpants from her drawers and slipped it on with her gray robe hung on her thin shoulders. Hinata snuck quietly out of her room and tip-toed into the small kitchen, desperately craving several large scoops of chunky monkey ice cream. She slowly could imagine the icy cool taste of sweet banana and finely chopped walnuts—
"Hinata…I didn't think you'd be awake…"
She nervously jumped back and hesitatingly only saw Ino seated readily with a giant spoon stuck in a giant bucket of strawberry gelato and covering each scoop with whip-cream from a spray can in her hand. Through the years the smaller woman knew her blonde friend, this comes to be a bad habit for the Yamanaka girl whenever she got nervous.
"You too huh?" Ino murmured sadly, patting the wooden chair next to her's, "Get a spoon and sit…"
Hinata nodded quietly, taking a spoon from the utensil drawer above the can soup cupboard and stuck it into the half devoured low-fat cookie dough ice cream.
"So…why are you up…?" Ino asked persistently, anxiously waiting for a conversation. She never liked to leave a room without first hearing some good gossip.
"…same as you are, I guess…" the petite woman whispered, spurting a bottle of chocolate fudge into her dessert, mixing it with delicate melting mush.
"Of course, of course," Ino laughed dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin. Even if she was sad, she'd never let herself to be unclean around the mouth and she wasn't going to start now. "If you and I are here now, maybe we should discuss more about the wedding—"
"Ino…"
"I think lilies and yellow roses would do, don't you think? I mean its good combination and—why are you looking at me that way…?"
Hinata stared at her with lowered silver eyes, "Ino…I know why you're out here…"
"If it's the Yamanaka-Nara wedding, yes I am—"
"Ino…"
The blonde woman sighed frustratingly, "Please, dear God, quit that damn Hyuuga-body-language-reading crap! I'm not here worrying about Forehead Girl, okay!"
"I never mentioned her…" Hinata mumbled out serenely, catching Ino in a trapped rabbit motion.
After the awkward silence, and because of her stubbornness, Ino finally gave up, sighing, "Yeah, yeah that's why I'm out here…"
She closed the door.
Sasuke left the door the moment Sakura closed her bedroom door, he couldn't take it. Utmost pain and unbearable depression were written across his angel-carved face like graffiti. He was shaking, he was weeping. Like someone he didn't dare want to be or look at as an equal. Sasuke was so weakened by all the regrets and traumatized with the rage, not on his brother or the revenge crap, he was so angry at himself.
He walked out.
So angry, he gripped his fists so tightly that the pale skin stretched impossibly across his white knuckles. Tears rolled down his faltered face like waterfalls.
He couldn't take the fact that they were over, that will be no more Sasuke and Sakura, no more Sakura and Sasuke.
They were over. No more love. No more relationship. No more light.
He never even had the chance to touch her intimately or kiss her with love and affection he wanted to show so badly, but couldn't. He damn couldn't even if he had the chance. He had taken everything for granted even if he had vowed never to do that. He walked aimlessly through the shadowed hallway away from her unit. He should have told her before letting his demons go out of control.
He walked down the long stairways.
He should have told her…
His skin was covered with these unseen slimes and filth that wouldn't wash off, he had tainted himself in permanent black ink. Swimming in guilt and possessed evil. His soul was now fully submerged in darkness, like leathery wings had painfully grown out of his constricted back and long blood dipped ivory fangs that made into a snarling beast, that all he could in mirror reflections was this monster.
Echoes rang in his ears of the clear pulsating words Sakura threw at him. She didn't want him to hurt her. She didn't want him to come near her.
He fell in the warp of no return, that he would become the person he was two and half years ago.
Sasuke had let down the one person who trusted him. The one person who loved and treasured him. It made everything so much harder to believe. He could not guarantee himself a happier ending, a happier future.
He could only look back at the times when he held Sakura in his arms. To feel her body mend with his. To feel her warm skin within his hands. To memorize the way she looked, the way she walked. To hear her majestic voice. To taste her sweetness in his mouth, massaging along her soft lips with his.
To see her petal pink hair falling and tangling with his raven locks.
He walked out of the building.
If he knew it were to be the last time he would have her, he would have never let go.
"We have to move on…I have to move on…we can't be together…" The Uchiha prodigy could tug on the reality that covered him so strongly. She did not love him anymore, that they were no more than two strangers who connected eyes and walked on without the thought of the other.
But he couldn't move on. He was an avenger. He was a little boy.
He was still the foolish little boy who clung to his parents and brother for support. The boy who knew nothing of anything, who raved for attention and begged to be acknowledged by his older kin. He was the selfish arrogant pipsqueak who sat on his side of the dinner table in the Uchiha Estate, waiting to be fed and clothed when Itachi and his father had done things on their own and accomplished things more greater than eyes can see because only since then, people only could see so far.
Dependable, weak, innocent—no matter how much hardship he went through, no matter how much he had worked up to his strengths and powers, no matter how much he thinks he can, he could not change from the person he still was.
How could he not realize this?
How could he not have known he was still Uchiha Sasuke, the younger brother of the famous Uchiha Itachi? That he was still that Sasuke who looked up to his brother for support and love.
How foolish of him…how stupid…what a dumbass he was…
He walked further away from her apartment.
He took his family for granted, he took his brother for granted, he took the village for granted, his teacher, his best friend…Orochimaru his hated mentor who dared underestimated the power of Sasuke's, died in those hands…to the fact when he came back half-broken by enraged unforgivable Naruto that loving, weeping beautiful Sakura released buckets of tears who hugged him and hugged him, never letting go as if reminding him…just reminding him that he was only human for that moment…
He loved her so much it hurt so badly. Indefinable though it was to describe the horrors he had done, he still craved attention. As though everything would be alright, that maybe Sakura would come back to him as would her love, her caring, Naruto, Kakashi, his village, their trust, happiness, joy, his entire family, the image of his older brother that he grew up only knowing and depending on, that everything would go back to normal as they once were when he was only a measly eight years old when he knew nothing of anything.
"My foolish brother…if you want to kill me…curse me! Hate me! And live a long and unsightly life…run away…run away…and cling to your pitiful life…"
Itachi…damn him…he had only wanted him to grow up…
He had walked across the village.
To know the truth about pain and love, of lost and regret, of pain and darkness…in any way he desired, in any way he wanted, he just wanted Sasuke to grow up…to mature into an adult, search himself for himself, to do things on his own without dependence, without the on going life of becoming someone else's immobile porcelain doll.
"…as expected, you are my child…" Who else could have said those words than his father? Those words that the foolish little boy had wanted to hear from the clan leader of the powerful Uchihas, that man, that awful man with blood-curdling thoughts who was slain by his own son because he did not want to be used anymore. Killed and murdered by his blood and flesh because he threw him away like a lost thought when he used his youngest to be his next piece in the life-sized game of chess.
If someone were to only feel happiness and to forget bad things…he would only become a weak pawn next in line to be sacrificed.
He turned on a certain street corner.
Sasuke was scurried by lies all his life in the past! One after one, no matter how people tried to tell him the truth about revenge, about love, about teamwork, about selflessness, about the precious circle of life, he was still his father's puppet! His brother's puppet! The ultimate Uchiha puppet! HIS PUPPET!
HIS PUPPET TO REACTIVATE THE POWERS OF THE MANGEKYOU SHARINGAN! TO MURDER HIS BEST FRIEND! TO DESTROY THE HYUUUGA CLAN! TO DESTORY THE ABURAME! THE NARAS! THE INUZUKAS! TO DIMINISH THE REST OF KONOHA! TO KILL ALL THE THREATS! TO GRASP ONTO THE POWERS OF WOE AND HATRED! TO DROWN OURSELVES IN THE POOL OF GREED AND WICKEDNESS! TO BECOME THE BEST OF THE BEST! FOR HIS FUCKING FATHER TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND RISE UPON THE REST AND CLAIM THE TITLE OF ALL POWERFUL!
AS EXPECTED! AS EXPECTED! As e-expected…y-you are my child…
He turned and stared up at another apartment.
All everything was instantly thrown on him, Sasuke couldn't grasp it all. He didn't believe he had lost Sakura, he didn't believe the truth behind Itachi's assassination; he didn't believe he would stop his affairs with the dark lady within the dim lit window on the top floor. He could imagine Sakura's flowing rosy hair in the light zephyrs, her emerald eyes glinting with joy, her skin was as radiant as the sun but as soft as the moon.
He had never touched her. Only for a few caresses and kisses throughout the years they been together. As far as he knew Sakura was still that blushing virgin. He could not bear to see another man with her. He will kill the other man if he were to lay one finger on her innocence.
He did not lose her.
It was not over between them She can't just walk away from everything.
It was physically impossible. Everyone around them knew that. Sakura would always be Sasuke's. Her heart, her love is his to keep forever.
He didn't why his mind was so inconstant, switching from one thing to another.
One day she'll realize that. And soon she'll regret it. And she'll run back.
As she had always done.
Would she…?
He knocks on the door.
A dark willowy woman came out in a slender black robe and her hollow eyes showed within long fans of black lashes. Her ebony hair was cut lopsidedly her blood red lipstick was smudged around her mouth. One pale white hand grasped onto the top of her robes and she held herself up in an exhausted position, leaning against the doorframe. The moment she laid brown eyes on her visitor, her self sparked into lust. Her lips quirked into a knowing smirk.
"My, my, Sasuke-kun…" she cooed, releasing a hold on her clothes. The silky black robe fell to the side, revealing black lacy camisole and undergarments. "Out for a late night walk…? That's wonderful…" she said in a practiced honeyed voice, teasing her hair with her index finger.
He didn't say anything. What was there to say anyway? Especially to some whore like Watanabi Ami.
"What are you waiting for…? Me, I presume…?" she laughed lightly, feeling her hand over her pale throat then dipping her fingers lower into her cleavage. She loved it when his beautiful onyx eyes followed her movements.
"Come in," Ami moved to the side to allow him to enter, bending her pale legs slightly for him to see her thighs.
He enters.
Sasuke walked in without acknowledging her. His mind was so full of things and what had happened earlier only made him more depressed. He needed something to get it out of his system. Even if it weren't just Ami, he would at least get rid of the regrets and loss.
He was so weak, he could not handle the loneliness that gripped him by his whole body and wrung him around in this horrible darkness. He did not believe he lost Sakura. He did not. He did not.
He did not believe it.
She closed the door, walking to him predatorily. She moved her hips side to side, gently grasping his arm with her right hand and walked around him.
She smirked, knowing how much he cared about that pink-haired bitch and how much he wanted from her. She was going to show that Haruno girl what it means to be humiliated in front of your peers. Sakura should have messed up Ami's life. She was going to use Sasuke-kun in her game of revenge, use him against her. Sakura was going to pay dearly for ever existing and taking away everything from her. She was going to pay the price.
After all, she always got what she wanted. All the time.
Ami pressed her body up against his, loving the fact her breasts were pushed towards his rock hard chest. The thin cloth of her camisole gave all the softness she had underneath the trinkets and clothes. She slipped her hands to his cheeks and dipped his head down to her level where she lavished his glorious lips with her own.
He kisses back.
Sasuke could taste the tanginess from her tongue he had always hated. Her cheap perfume annoyed the living hell out of him. Her damn sticky red lipstick stuck to his mouth and he could taste the disgusting plastic flavor. This lair, this wicked bitch. Why is he doing this when he hated her so much?
She took off his shirt, unbelted his pants. He in return snatched off her sleazy robe and undergarments.
Why? Why must he deceive Sakura? Why must he hurt her to make himself feel better?
He had all the right in the world to leave Sakura but instead he chose to deceive her, make her cry painfully.
Their clothes were soon discarded, they soon moved over to the bed. Ami smirked when she straddled his hips, feeling his arousal under her warmth. Sasuke grunted.
He breathed slowly, he needed this. He needed to forget her. Even for a moment. He just had to.
Ami sunk him into her, feeling his flesh with her wetness. This revenge thing was so much better than she had long expected. She got Sasuke's virginity, his dick, his lust, his pleasure, his everything, and now that it came down to it Uchiha Sasuke was her's. She was going to ruin Sakura so terribly, that none of the surviving remnants of her life would ever make a whole ever again.
They began to move with another, creating this motion that had Ami smiling darkly and moaning pleasurably. None of the other men she had been with could ever compare to her Sasuke-kun! She groaned when their movements became faster and faster, she loved to whisper breathily of Sasuke's name and know whose she fucking good. She loved the times when he cried her name not that other woman's ugly name.
They moved more faster with each other.
Soon everyone in the village would know of her and Sasuke. Soon everyone…would know…of…her…and…
"Oh Sasuke…" she cried softly, when she went over the edge, seeing the blinding white light.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
He was trapped as she claimed him as her own.
He was her's.
He was her's to take and use, to manipulate.
Soon he would only want her, and leave that pink-haired bitch in the dust as life goes on. Only him and her. Only Ami and Sasuke.
Once he climaxes, she would be pregnant with his child that he has to marry her and take her away and surround her with fortune and security. He would only smile at her, look upon her with love and care.
No more Sakura. No more. No more.
It was too easy to believe.
After all…she…always got….what…she…w—
"Sa…k-ku…ra…" Sasuke gasped, releasing within the wrong woman.
He had said another woman's name.
Three syllables. One magical beautiful word. Her name.
She wasn't just another woman. She was the one who he wanted. The one he loved.
He loved her. He loved her too much. Even if she left him that would not stop the fact that he loved her.
He wasn't going back to Ami anytime soon. He didn't know what he said after he fell asleep, dreaming of his rosy haired angel with the magnificent green eyes, on Ami's bed, ignoring Ami herself who was still connected with him.
Watanabe Ami looked at him disbelievingly with wide eyes.
Her plan of revenge shattered into a thousand pieces.
Uchiha Sasuke didn't want her.
He only wanted Haruno Sakura.
She cried.
FIN
Okay, pathetic end. But there will be another sequel, just look out for it. Oh, and please review. Thanks for reading and reviewing throughout the entire story, it helped me to continue on.
