Due to so many requests that I continue this, I have. lol. I'm sorry, but I can't make things on going because I suck at it XD So, if there is some way I can continue it (without screwing it up beyond help) I will...Hopefully sweatdrop
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(I'm thinking of a chapter 3...? cough cough OrletNarutodie cough lol. sorry.
Oh. And sorry this is short sweatdrop
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We were married in less than a week. We didn't need preparations for that kind of thing like women do, because we just didn't care about being extravagant. Exactly the opposite. I wanted it to be as quiet as possible; he wanted it to be big. When we disagreed, I couldn't help but remember the day he proposed to me. And when he saw my eyes darken in sadness, he held me tightly and agreed with my quiet wedding.
"...Your own wedding shouldn't bring sadness," he said to me. I cried. The tears didn't stop, even when he cuddled me so lovingly against him. No, I wasn't regretting marrying Sasuke. Sasuke was beautiful, intelligent, and all around wonderful. I loved him, oh god, I loved him. But I was afraid of what I would become, if this would make me different. I wouldn't be the shiningly perky loud-mouthed ninja of Konoha anymore, I'd be something else. And that scared me the most...That Sasuke wouldn't love me anymore.
Our wedding took place on February 14th, Valentines Day. And it was forever my favorite day, Sasuke's too. No, neither of us wore a dress. We signed the paperwork, and as we left the chapel, I tackled him and rolled down the steps, ending up in a dirty heap at the bottom. A kiss was administrated, and I laughed loudly at him.
My life was getting better…?
It being Valentines Day, Sasuke was given chocolate by the entire girl population of Konoha.
It being Valentines Day, I was given rocks to the head by the entire population of Konoha.
Sasuke had helped the bleeding, putting bandages on my forehead and giving me a valentine. I had never gotten a valentine before, and I tackled him with a kiss.
It's getting better…?
I had moved into his house. Mine was not big enough for us, let alone myself. So I lived in his mansion. The first thing we did when we arrived, after chucking my stuff across the living room, was ravish him...Or let him ravish me. Either way, it was beneficial. I'm not into describing my sex life; I'd rather just say we did it. But afterwards, my first expectation of a marriage was to get food. Sasuke was always a heavy sleeper, so I went myself.
You'd think it was a bad idea, and it was.
"FOX!" they shouted the dreaded word in my ear as they grabbed my hair and yanked my head backwards to rest on their shoulder painfully.
Apparently, Sasuke had blabbed to the girls.
I squeezed my eyes shut as they yanked a second time, rougher. There were 5 girls. I could hear their chatter and their low chakra signatures, but still being girls, I would never even think of harming a hair on their head (unlike what they were doing themselves).
"...Sasuke-kun will never be yours. Not while we're around. You can dream, you can be obsessed, but you'll never get him."
"...Sorry, but Sasuke-kun is bound by legal papers!" I said with a hoarse voice and a bright smile through the pain of having my hair ripped from my scalp by manicured nails.
"YOU FORCED HIM INTO IT!" They yanked me off their shoulder and forced my face to the ground. I smiled, having been put through this many times.
"...Sorry, girls, but Sasuke was the one who forced ME into it, be it the word 'forced' is used lightly," I said calmly as one of them punched me square in the jaw.
"SHUT UP! SASUKE ISN'T GAY!" they screamed. I only laughed as one kicked me directly in the spine. I twitched.
"Oh, but he is! You don't know him very well, because he screwed me just a few hours ago!" I laughed a slight blush onto my face.
They had had enough as they began stomping on me, pushing me onto my side and kicking me in the ribs, shattering a few. I had a high tolerance to pain by now, and it wasn't bothering me too much. One of them had a butterfly knife, and I was wondering if these were Sasuke fan girls or gangsters. She cut my face, running over my whiskers with blood. She nicked my neck, almost a threat to slice the whole thing. She cut tiny fine lines of blood between each of my ribs, almost like a strange tattoo. She decided to carve into the ebony seal on my stomach, making it a gothic color of black smothered in deadly red. It was almost beautiful, among the pain. Then, as a final punishment for being close to Sasuke, she carved in the kanji for demon on my right hand, and the kanji for monster on my left. Kicking me in the gut one last time, they walked off laughing like girls do when they are victorious. I waved at them, and they screamed and through rocks. I thought nothing of it, but the blood loss was making me drowsy. I couldn't return to Sasuke tonight. I couldn't even celebrate our marriage together. He'll probably wake up late at night, wonder where I am, and go searching for me in the black of night. I sighed in defeat as I leaned against the cold and now bloody alley wall, closing my eyes.
Sorry, Sasuke...