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Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Such Sweet Sorrow

Summary: Sequel of Backstabbing Love In the Wheel of Fortune, Sakura tries her luck on men.

Dull Crystal: 12:22 pm

In a normal average family, there is the man of the house, the wife, and their children. Life was good.

In the Haruno family, there is the father named Haruno Saburo, who is a retired shinobi and currently resides in a wheelchair for the last twelve years when both of his legs were paralyzed during a mission, now that he brings in the bacon by doing paperwork in the Hokage's Tower and by tending to the vegetable and flower garden around the house. His wife Haruno Junko works as both a housewife and a waitress in a local restaurant. Their only child, who is also a Hidden Leaf shinobi, was the infamous Haruno Sakura who dumped Uchiha Sasuke.

Well…that seemed to be about it…

"Mom! It's not like I murdered him!" Sakura exclaimed disbelievingly, throwing down her napkin on her porcelain plate.

"I-I just still don't believe that you let go of such a g-gentleman!" Junko cried over the table, shifting a mass of brown hair over one ear, "You know how I feel about all the young men you dumped because-because you couldn't cooperate with them!" the older woman snorted, twirling her chopsticks in the lunch meal she made.

"All those other boys I dated were like—boys! I didn't love them! Why are you making such a big deal about Sasuke!" Sakura shouted, placing her hands on her hips as she stood angrily over the dining table across from her parents.

Saburo sipped green tea from his clay cup. The pink-haired man stayed silent and said nothing when the two women bitched at each other.

"Because I believe he's a fine man!"

"Ha! After all the things you said about him being a traitor I didn't expect all this change from you!"

"Honey, you're going to become an old maid if you don't find a man!"

Sakura scowled, running her slender fingers through her pink hair frustratingly, "I AM SO SICK OF THIS! Why do I need a man in my life anyway!"

"What ever happened to the love you had for Sasuke? Didn't you love him?"

"That's not the point! I just—I just—"

"You just what, Sakura? Please explain why you two had to part!"

"You don't want to know!" she didn't want them to know, or anyone else to know, "Besides we're not together anymore!"

"But he was your friend—"

"—who's now only a friend!"

"After this break-up, I'm not so sure about the friendship!" Junko scoffed, shooting a look at her quiet husband, "I mean I heard from our neighbors that you two were quarreling outside in the streets—dear why the streets! And you threw his clothes at him—I mean I would suspect a young lady like you to not throw kunais and knives too—"

Sakura gawked, hearing this lie, "MOM! We did no such thing!"

Saburo had a grim look on his face.

"Oh please!" Junko snapped ragingly, almost teary-eyed, "I heard all these things from everyone! At least don't let the ENTIRE VILLAGE know! You know how I feel about these things—God! Sakura at least break up with the man before you go sleeping around with—"

"MOM!" she screamed furiously. She did no such thing! "I didn't sleep around with other men! That is a terrible lie!"

"Where there's smoke, there's fire!" the brunette growled heatedly, slamming her hand on the table top shaking up the plates of savories, unclean plates, and empty rice bowls, "Do you have any idea how humiliated I was! Upon hearing all these things from my customers and my boss—Dammit Sakura I could have lost my job!"

Sakura squealed irritatingly, "THOSE ARE ALL LIES! I cannot believe you would trust the words of strangers than your own daughter!"

"Look at you! Just LOOK AT YOUR SELF!" her mother screamed irately, shooting her pointer finger at the middle of her daughter's emerald eyes.

The pink-haired kunoichi stared awestruck at Junko's face and trembling finger. Sakura had no idea how old her mother looked right now with the skinny streaks of gray through her fluffy brown hair, the wrinkles that formed on her forehead, and the weak tears that ran down the sallow cheeks of the over-worked woman. The delicate youthful beauty of her mother's was slowly disappearing. She knew how Junko had put up with the gossips of her handicapped husband from other civilian women who cared only about what their men liked about their hair styles or the meals they cooked for them.

But for Haruno Junko to have an only child, who not only was a kunoichi which was frowned upon in the village women's cause, but to also becoming a rotting old maid who threw away the most valuable man in all of the Fire Countries.

Saburo did not speak.

"Look at yourself Sakura! You are almost nineteen years old and still—still you haven't gotten a husband or at least a fiancé like your friend Ino or a boyfriend that you didn't dump yet like that Hyuuga heiress!" Junko wept bitterly, pointing out her daughter's flaws that the entire Konohagakure had taken into detail. "It's already bad enough that my only child is dreaming of becoming a kunoichi with her damn head in the clouds—but you never took into consideration that you're not getting any younger! You need a damn man in your life and I as hell will find you one if you don't feel like it!"

"Mom! If you're looking at me now—yes you're right! I'm not getting any younger!" Sakura exasperatingly was trying not to break something, "And I don't need you to guide me by the nose anymore!"

Saburo narrowed his eyes and his lips thinned.

"Guiding you by the nose is better than having you breaking the cartilage!" Junko shouted madly, "I would not have you roaming in the world going no where—"

"I AM GOING SOMEWHERE! I AM!" The roseate-haired woman proclaimed, throwing up her arms dramatically. She slammed them back on the table and stared at her own mother with fiery determined green eyes that sent a shiver up Junko's rigid spine, "If I were to break the cartilage at least with the skills I learned, I would know how to mend it in time. But mother…I'm not a little girl any longer…"

Seconds passed like minutes, with the two women glared at each other with intensity. Sakura's emerald eyes bored into Junko's deep gray ones while the pink-haired man who sat in the middle of all this stayed quiet and calm. Soon minutes came, but it felt like an eternity of hell.

This was not a happy lunch.

"Get out of the house…" Junko whispered tersely, trying not to break out into trauma and screams, "…now…"

She had no choice but to oblige.

Sakura gritted her teeth and threw her chopsticks gruffly on the table, and walked out of the dining room. She grabbed her bag from the closet and exited from the household. She won't be coming back for a long time.

Junko sucked in the breath she greedily took in, and tried to keep a cool demeanor while clearing up the table of leftovers and dishes. Saburo's teal eyes followed his wife's movements as he placed his finger tips together with his elbows propped on the armrests of his wheelchair. He looked through his long bangs of his short deep cherry tresses.

"She is going somewhere, you know that, right?" he replied nonchalantly, crossing his fingers together, "Being a kunoichi isn't as easy as it is…"

"You could've at least said something to your daughter, Saburo-kun!" Junko retorted, cutting him off but Saburo didn't think much into it. "You should have intervened in her behavior! Breaking up with Uchiha Sasuke is the last thing we want to hear under this roof—"

"She didn't love him anymore…why should I intervene…?"

Junko silently stacked the plates on top of another, glaring at her husband, "You're lucky you're in a wheelchair or I'll drag you around by the nose!"

To Be Continued