It isn't that simple.
Unfortunately, it is something Clark doesn't realize until he is in the presence of Sakura-El once again.
When he knocks on the door, she calls out a cheery, "Come in."
Clark frowns when he realizes the door isn't locked. It hardly seems safe, and he wants to lecture her about it, but it isn't his place. Clark feels his fist clench and then unclench before he forces himself to relax.
When he comes in, he notes her hair is up in a ponytail. As she moves around straightening things her hair swishes from side to side revealing glimpses of her pale neck. He imagines if he touches the skin on the back of her neck it would be unbelievably soft.
"Welcome back," She says before moving towards her kitchen. Clark blinks and shakes his head with the intention of focusing. "Would you like something to drink?" Clark swears he detects an accent in her voice, but he can't identify what it is. He wonders if she will be offended if he questions her on it. He learned the hard way that some people were. Clark opts to hold his tongue for the time being. Maybe it would come up later.
"Water, please if it's no trouble." She doesn't reply, and he moves to ease himself into the spot where he sat the previous day. She comes back shortly after that with a glass. The glass sits in her palm while her other hand curls around the side of it. She passes it to him with both hands. Clark takes it from her muttering, "Thank you."
He takes a small sip before directing his attention back to her. She wears a cream-colored turtleneck sweater and a pair of dark jean pants. Her feet are bare, but she's painted her toenails a soft pink. Her feet look dainty. He wants to take her foot into his hand and run a finger down the ball of her foot and see if makes her giggle. He imagines that it does.
When she gets down on her knees beside him, he nearly chokes as he is trying to figure out what she is doing. Her attention isn't on him instead she is looking at the ground. He leans forward a little trying to see what holds her attention but is distracted by her scent. She smells like peppermints and Clark wants to inhale her skin, but doing so is entirely inappropriate. He jumps, spilling a little of the water on him but before he can utter a question, her hands are on his feet and slipping his shoes off.
"I-I can do that." Clark splutters, but she has already accomplished her task and taken his shoes back to the entryway.
"No shoes in my home Mr. Kent." She chides, but she still wears a smile. When she comes back, she settles across from him and tucks her feet beneath her on the couch. She looks calmer than she had the previous day and he feels his heart leap because of it.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. I should have mentioned it yesterday, but I didn't expect you to stay. So where were we?"
Clark pulls out his phone and sits it on the table that separates them from each other.
"Um, you branded yourself with his Clan symbol. I wanted to know how was doing that better than the collar?"
"Some would say it wasn't and that it was worse. However, the S on my back was my choice, my decision—not his. I decided to show him in my way that I accepted being Sakura-El in every sense of the word, and I wanted other people to know it too. I was loyal to my husband." A smile graces her lips as she adds in a wry tone, "It also helped that it wasn't permanent."
"Not permanent? But every picture on the internet of you shows it on your back."
She turns her back to him then and raises her shirt revealing smooth, flawless skin. Clark's fingers twitch. She pulls her sweater down and turns back around to face him. "As I said, Mr. Kent, it is temporary. Whenever I was at a public venue, for Kal, I made sure it was in place. Otherwise, it was unnecessary. He knew I was loyal to him. He only wanted other people to know it. I did a lot of things for Kal just because I loved him."
"Like what? Wait, before you answer that I wanted to back up. You say you loved Kal-El,"
Her eyes narrow. "The implication in your words is that I'm lying about that which is something I find highly offensive, Mr. Kent."
"And I apologize for that. It wasn't my intention. I just wanted to know when did you realize that you loved Kal-El and how did you tell him?"
Sakura-El stills. Her face grows pale before it flushes red. It is the first time he had seen her lose her calm countenance. Her mouth opens and then snaps shut. Her bottom lip trembles and Clark fears for a second that she will start crying again. Thankfully, she didn't.
"Those are two questions that have very different stories attached to them." They are stories that Sakura has to edit severely for her safety. But what happened is…
Sakura opens her eyes troubled. Someone is inside their home. She doesn't know who it is, but she does know that they aren't welcome. Kal has a strict rule. He is not to be disturbed while they are in bed. Anyone who dares cross that line will suffer the consequences if what they want isn't deemed important—and to Kal that means 'the world had better be mother fucking ending.'
Sakura lays in the bed for a moment longer wondering whether or not someone is going to die that night. She prays fervently that Kal takes them elsewhere if he is going to kill someone. She hates trying to get blood out of the carpet. It will turn into a fight that she doesn't want to have. Why does she have to explain over and over again that you don't kill people in the house? At the very least he can take them outside first. Common courtesy is common courtesy.
Sakura turns her head to try and figure out why her husband wasn't moving yet. Under normal circumstances, he'd be up already striding across the room and out the door. That he hasn't moved puzzles her. When Sakura's eyes alight on Kal, it is to see that he is sweating profusely. A sliver of fear runs down her spine. Kal isn't moving, and it is clear that he is in pain. She has never seen him in such a state. When he sees she is awake, he says one agonized word, "Run."
But Sakura is no runner.
Her powerful husband is in pain. She will fix it. Sakura sits up in bed and puts a hand on his forehead. "What's going on Kal? What is happening to you?"
"Go!" He says once more, but Sakura merely scowls.
"I'll leave you the second you leave me." He weakly swats at her hand, and Sakura is surprised that it lacked a sting. Why is he so weak? Sakura debates what to do first. She can either fix Kal or find out who is inside their home.
It seems important that no one is allowed to see Kal in the state that he is in so she has to get rid of the unwanted guests. "I'm going to find out who's in the house. You stay here."
Sakura doesn't think he can move, but he does try to hold on to her, but Sakura shrugs him off. She opens the drawer to her nightstand where she keeps a kunai she has hidden just in case of an emergency. Kal has either never noticed it or doesn't care that it is there. It isn't like she could harm him with it.
She moves to the door not creating a single sound as she knows which floorboards squeak and which ones don't. She swings it open enough for her to slide out. Once she is in the hall, she creates a clone and sends it back inside with her husband because she doesn't like the thought of him being alone with no protection when something is sapping his strength. Sakura's clone closes the door behind her, and she let her eyes adjust to the darkness.
The hallway is silent. Eerily so. If this is one of Kal's minions, they should have announced themselves by now. A sick feeling settles in Sakura's gut. Sakura creeps forward toward the stairs. She thinks about heading directly down the stairs but knows that anyone can be watching for that action. So Sakura creeps up the wall, reminiscent to a spider hero in a different universe, using a jutsu to hide within the shadows. Her eyes alight on three people that should not have been there. She doesn't recognize any of them, and all of them have glowing green rocks in their hands.
Sakura frowns not understanding the purpose. Are they a weapon of some kind? Are they the reason that Kal is incapacitated?
"They said him and the wife would be upstairs."
"We need to hurry. They'll know we're here by now."
"Death to the Dictator!"
"What will we do with the wife?" One asks, and another replies rubbing himself vulgarly. "I can think of a few things." The other two laugh and Sakura's heart hardens. She had felt a brief wave of pity for the people because she knows that Kal is a harsh ruler, but with their words, they eradicate her sympathy for their plight.
They all rush to the stairs as Sakura decides she has heard enough. They are here to kill Kal, and they have found a way to do it judging by Kal's condition. Once they hit the stairs, Sakura drops down softly behind them.
It is child's play to slit the throat of one in the back. Blood splatters her clothes, and it makes Sakura grimace. She won't be able to fuss at Kal about the mess this time. It is her fault. She can imagine him gloating later. That's okay because this time she'll make him clean her mess so he can see how she feels.
The fall of her victim down the stairs alerts the others that something is amiss. Sakura is tempted to use a genjutsu to hide from them but realizes that all she has to do is step into the shadows. They won't be able to see her. Kal doesn't need a lot of light to get around and honestly; she doesn't either.
"Jason?" One calls out, "where are you, man? Are you alright?"
Sakura watches as the one in the middle takes a few steps down and knows the minute he sees Jason's body. He lies in a pool of blood at the foot of the stairs. When he sees the body, he runs back up a few steps. "Greg, we need to go. This stuff isn't working. He's in here. He just killed Jason."
Greg isn't one to listen. "This is the genuine article. Trust me it works. He couldn't have killed him because if he had, we wouldn't still be alive. Jason probably just tripped and broke his neck. Let's do this."
"There's too much blood for that! I'm telling you, we should—"
Sakura doesn't give any time for further warning. She throws her kunai, and it strikes the one with a little common sense in the throat causing him to tumble back down the stairs and fall on top of Jason.
"And then there was one," Sakura calls out and begins to move forward.
"Wh-who are you?"
"You have entered the House of Kal-El, ruler of this world. You have come with the intention to harm him and his family. And your first question is to ask me who I am?" Sakura laughs cruelly. "Your question should be 'will you spare me'?"
"Will—"
Before he can voice the question, Sakura moves and grabs Greg by the throat. Greg, the one who has the brilliant idea to try and rape her.
"Now the way I see it, I can give you a merciful death and kill you now. Or…I can take you to my husband and let him decide your fate."
Sakura leans forward her breath ghosting across the intruder's skin.
"Which way do you think I'm leaning?"
Sakura loosens her grip around the intruder's neck. "Please, don't kill me."
"Why shouldn't I kill you? Would you have given me any mercy had you found me in bed with my husband? Would you have taken away my reason for living without recourse?"
"You crazy bitch! How can you love that bastard?"
"I could ask the same thing of your mother," Sakura replies before hauling the man to her bedroom.