Disclaimer: Sugar, I don't need to own Naruto to write fanfiction.

Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Such Sweet Sorrow

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

AN: Thank you for reading and reviewing everyone!

Uh…well, I didn't think there were only about two or three people who reviewed who actually understood where this story was going. Readers can put their pairing suggestions into this story (just not Magical Chakra or Backstabbing Love haha).

So far people want:

NejiSaku

GaaraSaku

SasuSaku

Any suggestions are fine it just makes it easier for me to determine who Sakura would end up with. I just have a lot of ideas up my sleeve, catch my next update! And please enjoy this chapter, thank you!

Featherweight: 12:56 pm

"Get out of my way…" Sakura growled as loud as her stomach rumbled. Shikamaru kissed his teeth and moved aside for the pink-haired girl to reach for something in the refrigerator. His skeptical eyes followed her movements when she pulled out a carton of milk, several plastic containers of sliced honey-baked ham, salami, and turkey, salad leaves, jars of mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise, and parmesan cheese. She dumped the savories on the table unpleasantly, snatching the large loaf of bread and began to slice it into thick slices.

Crumbs were falling to the wooden floor, he noted, Ino would not be happy.

"Bad lunch eh?" Shika asked as he propped on the chair across from her and poured himself some milk into his glass.

"Hell yeah," Inner Sakura seeped through, gritting her chalk-white teeth that showed through the snarling drawn mouth.

"How did your folks take it?" his eyes moved at every meat and cheese she placed in her sandwich. Sakura stuffed a large knife into the jar of mayo and slopped a goop on.

She sighed, "My dad took it well, hell he didn't say anything while my mom was bitching at me through the entire thirty minutes I was there. And I left the house hungrier than before."

"Really," Shikamaru replied aloofly, tiredly sipping his dairy.

"Keh," she scoffed, mustering a giant gap between her lips as much as possible to take a huge angry bite from her meaty sandwich.

After a large swallow, Sakura wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as if she had forgotten all her manners causing a grimace in the Nara lazyass's composed face, "How was the mission for the daimyo?"

"Sucked big time, even worse when he asked us to stay," Shikamaru rolled his eyes.

"Ha, good luck explaining to Ino if she found out you were at a geisha house," the girl murmured sarcastically, eating her giant sandwich like a man and swiping her pink bangs over her ear.

"Nah, she's too busy with the wedding…" Which was too true. It took her what felt like a whole fortnight to realize she had a fiancé after he proposed to her.

"So how is the wedding planning? When is it going to be?"

"In six months, before Christmas of course," Shikamaru waved his hand side to side, with a dull look, "And that's all I know besides show up in a tux and tie, and be there on time before the clock strikes six pm."

Sakura muffled a laugh, "You'll get there alright, but I'll wonder if you even change out of your pajamas for your own wedding."

"Aha, very funny, very troublesome," Nara scowled, standing up with his empty glass covered with a thin sheet of milk froth and opened the sink faucet to wash it cleanly, which was surprisingly since he'd always left his mess after he leaves.

The rosy-haired kunoichi bit into her sandwich some more, savoring the salty taste of ham contrasting with the crisp tang of lettuce. Slowly as she ate, she became more satisfied. Sakura tried with all her might to push away the bad feelings of the afternoon, the morning, and yesterday night. She rolled back her shoulders after a hard time of lying black and blue on her soft mattress that turned out to be very hard, when she went to sleep last night.

It was not a good night for her.

Sakura went into deep depression for that split second before she snapped herself out of the reverie when her aggressive inner self began violently kicking the responsive lobe of her brain. 'Forget him! Forget him!' Inner Sakura exclaimed enthusiastically, waving two red fans in front of her sleepy emerald eyes.

Strangely, and oddly, Shikamaru was very quiet all of a sudden. And he took a pretty long time washing that cup.

She looked at the back of the Nara's head, the tightly bound portion of his dark hair that went out distinctively like a feather duster to the backs of his slightly tanned ears that were pierced with heavy silver loops, to the arch of his tan neck to the back of his Jounin vest. She noticed his ruggedness and rigid back when he tried to keep control of himself, instantly feeling her severe gaze surfaced upon him that could have left bruises.

Sakura propped her chin on her knuckles, staring at Shika with narrowed concentrated eyes. She grinned shortly, knowing she could really release her stress with her best friend's fiancé. When he turned around, he raised a slender brow and everyone in Konoha would have noticed the nervous twitching corner of his right eye. A bead of sweat came down his tensely wrinkled bare forehead. If her looks can kill, it will.

"Yes?" he ragged out, leaving the too clean glass in the sink.

Sakura frowned, "You told didn't you?"

Troublesome.

Intermission

"OH MY GOD! Shika-kun! How did you get a black eye!" Ino cried, softly touching the corner of the dark circle that surrounded the left eye of her husband-to-be. Shikamaru winced when her fingers touched his tender wound, damn Sakura. The vicious pink-haired woman sat quietly across from the cute couple, yet stifling her smirking while she sipped her goosed drink.

"It was—it's nothing…" he muttered, his brow twitching irritatibly. Sakura choked on her drink from the giggling.

'Choke dammit,' he thought murderously.

He'll say it as he had said it before, women are damn sadistic bitches.

To Be Continued

Just a funny moment, Shikamaru needed his punishment. It was too short, read the next chapter I updated. Thank you for reviewing!