Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor the original story. I however, own this story. The lyrics at the beginning are from Les Miserables.

At the End of the Day

"At the end of the day, you're another day older.

At the end of the day, you're another day colder."

It was a dead morning. Dead was the word she used to describe the times she lay in bed with nothing in mind, nothing in feeling. Nothing... except pain. Now with pain, surely, she cannot be considered dead. But, what can we say about the mind that continued to turn in directions unknown. Yes, she was smart. She was very smart... but not smart enough. Yes, she grew quite powerful too, she owed that to her mentor. To Tsunade. And yet, even with that, she seems to wish to give up on the hell she's living.

Sasuke never came back, and to tell you the truth, she now found that she could care less... a beauty in her own right, she knew she could get any man in konoha. Wonderful rose strands and viridian orbs... she was a beauty. A lifeless beauty. She went about acting as if nothing was wrong. And what disgusted her, was that nobody saw the rotten core she hid. But then again, it was quite a relief to be able to kid herself.

With a glance to her right hand, she held her hitai-ate... it had a mark, she tilted her head as she felt the familiar cold lips caress her neck. And a genuine smirk crept it's way into her face. "hmm... Itachi..." Lips trailed it's way to the juncture between her shoulder and neck as a smirk that mirrored her own, crept into the aforementioned man's face. "Hmm?" With a push, she found herself staring up into the calculating eyes she once feared. Pulling him back down to her with a fierce kiss, she then pushed him off of her and sat up in her black nightgown. "We need to go." Nodding his head, Itachi got up in his silk black boxers as he strode off towards the wardrobe. "Yes, we need to get going."

Dressing up in his usual black attire, he handed Sakura her clothes... the clothes weren't quite the same. She began slipping her nightie off as she dressed in a pair of boots, silk short shorts underneath a silk wrap and a fitted v-necked shirt. She was clad in black. She looked up to find Itachi handing her, her cloak. She wore her akatsuki cloak with pride. She was proud that she was considered powerful enough to actually get in.

Itachi stood up and let his chakra spread. Three familiar chakra were going in their direction. With a nod, Sakura understood. They needed to get going. The anbu captain, Uzumaki Naruto, had pinpointed their location. And thus, they must leave. With a giggle, she felt Itachi's arms wrap around her torso and soon, they were running. Running... the one thing she had mastered well. With a sigh, she caressed her stomach, the being that strengthened her bond with her husband. By the way, she forgot to mention. Her full name was now Uchiha Sakura.

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This is my first fic, it isn't much, but I just felt like putting it up. It has been bugging me all night. I would really appreciate reviews. You may flame me for my work, but please not my pairing.