Summary: She hadn't known he was there, that day. She didn't know he could see her, in another man's arms. She didn't know she had ruined his life. And she couldn't possibly know what she had done to seemingly alter the universe. [SasuIno] [SasuSaku] [SasuHina]

A/N: This one was mostly Cute Is What We Aim For : Curse of Curves and Mayday Parade : When I Get Home, You're So Dead (or something like that). This was the initial inspiration of my story, this chapter. But I decided to push it back and… jumble up the whole story. But I like it this way.

Two Wrongs Make A Right
Chapter Two

Author: Alley-Oop
Beta'd By: xpeekaboo

Sakura Haruno was wild. She liked parties, she liked lots of friends, and she liked it when life (as well as other things) came at her fast and hard. Of course, this was impossible to discern from her typical schoolgirl attitude. She seemed so innocent and perfect, but she was, in truth, an ice princess. No one could touch her, no one could control her, and no one could melt her.

No one but Sasuke, that was. It wasn't love at first sight so much as lust at first sight, Sasuke knew. He didn't know much about sex, but he could tell that Sakura knew all she needed to know, and he could tell that she wanted him. But he didn't give her what she wanted. Not at first. No, he lured her in, which was not much of a challenge. One look and he had had her. However, he had gotten more than he'd bargained for. Sakura turned out to be infatuated with him, and Sasuke could not figure out what she found so interesting, but it was fine with him.

And so everything evolved from there. It morphed into something so different from what it initially started out as that Sasuke could hardly recognize what they had. He could not tell if it was healthy or if it was what he wanted, but he was so wrapped up in it that he didn't think it really mattered. In fact, he wasn't bothered until he realized that Sakura very quickly became everything to him. He wasn't annoyed until he realized he always missed her. He wasn't scared until he realized that he loved her. He loved her with everything he had to love with; he loved her with heart, soul, mind, and body. He loved her with lips, eyes, fingers, and everything. When she was away, every part of him ached for her.

But she would never say she loved him, so he would never say it to her. He was stubborn, and he was determined to make her say it first. He would not make himself so vulnerable without knowing that she would reciprocate his feelings. Sasuke had been hurt too many times, and his heart left in too many fragments, to give what he had left away without caution. But he didn't actually have anything left to give, because Sakura had it all, whether she was aware of it or not.

A year stretched by. Then another, and they were happy. Or Sasuke thought they were. They went out together, they spent time together, and he continued to love her wholeheartedly. He didn't mind that she was still cold to him – he hadn't asked her to change. She was simply always herself, her same, untouchable, icy self that broke hearts as often as she took them.

Or maybe he did mind, but he didn't let it bother him. He made up for her slack by putting everything he had to give into what they had. He was sucked into the undertow, and he wouldn't have been able to get free, even if he had tried. He didn't know how he knew this, he just did.

The hardest part about losing her, that day, was not knowing why. As Sasuke stepped off that subway, bouquet of pink roses (her favorite) freshly picked from the Yamanaka flower shop in hand, he had not known why she would do such a thing, and the only thing Sasuke hated more than confusion was fear, and he experienced both that day.

Upon seeing Sakura – his Sakura – in that man's arms, he just gaped for a moment before he collapsed on the bench. However, the memory of blonde hair, tanned skin, weird scars that looked curiously like whiskers, and that smirk were burned into Sasuke's mind. He felt angry, but more than that, he felt defeated. He should have known. It was so obvious. And, upon seeing that man's smirk and realizing that it had been intended for himself, Sasuke had known that the entire time he'd been with Sakura, she hadn't been with him, but with that other man. Sasuke didn't know what he had been to Sakura Haruno, but it hadn't been what she was to him. He had given her everything. She was his everything. And that day, that awful Valentine's Day, he found her in another man's arms. But she didn't know. She hadn't seen him.

If he had had any less pride, he would have gone on pretending that he didn't know, because he just loved her that much. But he found that he couldn't. His honor wouldn't let him continue on with that lie. He couldn't give anything more to Sakura, and what he had given hadn't been enough. She had needed – no, not needed, wanted – someone else. He hadn't been good enough, although she had been his everything.

The bouquet fell unchecked from his grip, making the small fall from his hand to the dismal, gray cement. He stared straight into the wall on the other side of the subway, and the pain in his chest was so great that he his vision became spotted with black blotches, alerting him to the fact that he might just lose consciousness. He brought his pale hands to his face and pushed his hair back, resting his heavy head in his cold hands. For the first time, he noticed the February chill that always seemed to linger in the subways, no matter what season or month it actually was. Even with his coat on, he felt vulnerable to everything. Even the weather.

That was when Sasuke didn't know what to do. Everything was gone, wrapped in some stranger's arms not fifteen yards away. Everything had betrayed him – had stolen his heart and run off. He felt his jaw tremble and his lips quiver, but he still stared at the far wall, convinced that there was nothing for him in this world. He thought about how long it would take the next subway to get there, about how long he could think before he had to get up, take the 10 paces or so to the edge of the platform, and jump. He thought about not even waiting for the next subway – it would take too long. The last one had just pulled away a few minutes ago. He considered buying a pocketknife to slit his throat, or maybe his wrists. He considered jumping off of some huge building in the town grounded somewhere far over his head. He thought all these things, but he found he couldn't move. He knew he couldn't do it. He knew he wouldn't do those things, but he wanted to.

An entire hour he sat there, unmoving, watching the people walk past with armloads of chocolates, valentines, and flowers. The lucky ones had balloons or homemade gifts – the kind he had always given Sakura. He wanted to shout at them that it was useless, that they were wasting their time, but he couldn't form the words. He could barely breathe. He couldn't move.

Sasuke missed the next subway, and the one after that. He didn't know what time it was – how long had passed since the florescent lights had come on and the light outside had faded. Finally, he had made up his mind. He was going to go home and take every pill he could find in his apartment after he bought a bottle of straight vodka. That seemed the best way. Not the quickest, but the best.

He was about to stand – about to move for the first time in hours – when a timid voice sounded off to his distant right. Very slowly, unsure if he had actually heard anything, he turned and looked.

Surely, he thought. I must be dreaming…

A/N: This story is kind of choppy, and the style is really weird for me, but I like it. I hope nobody was too bored with the whole thing. (Not one line of dialogue in this whole chapter. Seriously, go check.) In fact, there have only been two lines of dialogue total so far.

Oh, and I realize they're OOC. My wonderful beta pointed out that the roles were switched, and she's correct, of course. All I can ask is that, for the sake of the story, you just go along with it.