Ch 2 of 4.
Title: Matrimonial Misfortune of Emptiness.
Pairing: SasoriXUchiha Rouji
[ School Style. ]
Summary: Rouji did not know the name of the male she was marring. He seemed like a good kind of person; at school her silly school-girl classmates squeal and drool/fan-girl all over Sasori who works at an Insane Asylum for people like Gaara who get possessed or turn crazy for whatever reason. She marries him and at the ceremony do not give names; she asks his name and he believes she should already know. Even if she doesn't; she realizes later when the girls cry that he married that she married Sasori.
The girls stood up and frowned; they were filled with rage.
"You married my Sasori-sama?"
"Your Sasori-sama?" two of the girls glared at each other. While another asked happily. She seemed happier for them.
"What's he like?"
"Uh…" she didn't know what to say. Rouji couldn't think of anything to say to her. But she gulped and knew she had to say something.
"Well; he's busy when he works and- " she was interrupted by a girl who was kind of like a whore.
"What's he like in bed?" She blushed furiously; her face was red.
"Well…" she was struggling to say that she didn't do it yet. She couldn't imagine it because she hardly spent any time with him lately.
"Idiot; Sasori-sama is not like that!" one of the other girls said. This for her was getting on her nerves.
"Yeah! He's not that kind of man!" the two girls stopped glaring at each other and defended their love for Sasori towards the whore.
She just giggled slightly; looking at them all. Who seemed to argue. Then she had gotten a phone call; picking it up she wondered who it was. The number she did not recognize.
"Hello?" She wondered who it was, but answered it casually.
"Is this Sasori's wife?" The male on the phone asked.
"Yes, that's me. What happened?" The classroom was quiet; they wanted to listen to what he had to say.
"I'm with him at home, he's not feeling well and he's being stubborn as usual. Pushing himself…would you come home and look after him?"
"Well, I got school so…" she replied to him.
"Ahhh! Come on Rouji! Sasori-sama needs you!" the girls cried out. She sighed; she hated to argue with the girls who were crazy over him.
"I don't need her to come here…" Sasori spoke, coughing slightly. As she placed her phone slightly away from her ear; which allowed the girls in the room and outside all squeal hearing Sasori's voice. Some of the ones who did not believed did at last believed when they heard his voice. But; there were others who still refused to believe.
She then stood up.
"Sorry, but I will come right away." She said confidently ending the call and ran towards her locker to grab her bag.
"Where do you think you're going?" a male behind her asked. She turned to see the male who leaned against the door frame and had folded his arms; his long brown hair tied at the bottom and his bangs hang down to his shoulders. The student president stared at her with a frown. His piercing lilac eyes stared at the beautiful woman.
She winced slightly, hesitating a bit. "Well, I need to rush home. Nii-sama isn't feeling well…"
"I heard those pathetic girls scream; your lying."
"Okay! I'm just worried about Sasori!" He frowned more, growling slightly.
"Tch; him? You have feelings for him or something?" he spoke.
She glared at him, walking and stamping her feet towards him. Her arm rose in the air and slapped him; but no one saw.
"Stupid! You know nothing of him! Don't speak like you know! I don't have any feelings, but I'm his wife! I have the right to worry! I don't care what you do Neji! But if it's my duty to care for him until he gets better then so be it!" She declared with a confident look in her eyes. As the Hyuuga's eyes widened slightly she turned away and ran out of the school to head home.
His heart pounded fast, and a slight blush appeared on his face; placing his hand on his hurting face. When Rouji had got home she blinked, seeing Sasori there. Lying in bed; running towards him she dropped her bag and knelt beside him.
"You mustn't work too hard! You're sick now; I'll make something for you to get warm; okay?" She said to him; his pale brown eyes stared at her in an emotionless way. The male who was on the phone blushed madly; staring at her. She was quite the beauty.
"Y-You're his wife?" he asked; she stood up and stared at the male and smiled gently.
"Yes; you can go home now. I can take care of him now; so you don't have to worry."
"Of course; I'll leave him in your hands now…" he then quickly left; she then turned to stare at him who seemed displeased.
"You should be at school, not trying to take care of me. I don't care what your duty is as a wife; you do as the husband says…"
"You think I should know my place? Sasori; I'm trying to do what's good for you! Not because I have to; I want to!" she said, frowning. Didn't like the way she was being talked to. He then sat up.
"I married you so that you could clean and cook for me! You're just a replacement for my deceased wife!" he bellowed; her eyes widened and she took a step back. Her eyes filled with tears. Then she yelled at him angrily with such hate. She didn't look at him, so she closed her eyes.
"Fine! I won't do such thing! I tried to make you happy and please you! You never show such thing in return!" Then she left; storming out with tears that she hid. While Sasori's eyes kept firm.
Knocking on her friends door still trying to wipe away the tears on her face; she opened and saw her on her doorstep.
"Wh-What's wrong? What happened? Come in…" She spoke, long dark raven hair back of her face and her side fringe nearly covering part of her eye; and her dark onyx eyes stared at her. They for all people knew when they hang together could look like sister's. Sitting down; she saw how Rouji was crying; letting it all out. Her skin was being dried up with the tears than ran down her face.
Placing tissues on her lap she wiped her eyes and blew her nose; being comforted.
"Sasori had said I was just a replacement of his dead wife and…" then she kept on talking, but it was kind of like a mumble as well. Which the female found it hard to figure out; but it seemed that Sasuke was in her home as well. Seeing her cry he frowned. Rushing to her aid he sat quickly beside her and placed his hand over her shoulder.
"What happened? Who made you cry?" his protective voice was making her feel so relieved. She looked at them both.
"She said that Sasori said that she's a replacement for her wife; whatever her name was and that she tried to love him but he didn't show her any love in return." She said. While the male growled.
"He'll pay!" he said, standing up and pounding his fist; furiously walking out of the door. They lived together; but weren't married. She hated that she couldn't be with a guy she liked. Now that she had to accept her marriage all she could do was try to love her husband.
"What will I do Mei?" she asked her, with an agitated look she stared at her.
"How about if you stay with Madara? He makes you happy doesn't he? He cherishes you and can help you with anything; am I right?" she suggested; smiling gently at her. Sniffling she stared at her.
"Yeah, okay. I'll go there now; hope he's home. He usually is anyway." She then got up, wiping the remaining tears from her face.
"I'll come to his place tomorrow; stay there okay?"
"Alright; I will Mei."
"Just forget about him Rou; you're too good for that shortie." The two laughed as she left; while Sasuke had went to complain to Itachi about Sasori; but he blocked his brother out and sighed. It wasn't really his problem anymore.
When she arrived to Madara's large pearl home she knocked on the door. Smiling the tall male stared at her; his long spikey hair everywhere as always.
"Ahh Rouji; what brings you here?" he asked, placing his hand on her back and leading him inside his home where some of his servants were walking and doing some of their duties.
"Just some things that I'm upset about. Can I stay here for a while?" she asked, really depressed.
"Yeah; your room with everything is still the same. I left it the way you wanted and got it cleaned just for your sake!" he was such a caring guy. Yet there was more to it than that.
"My friend will come over tomorrow; I hope that's okay." She said, giving him a gentle smile, and he smiled back.
"I don't mind; I have an interview tomorrow. So the two of you can tag along; it's in the afternoon so not to worry!" He then laughed afterwards.
She then went towards her large room that was just her's. Every now and then she got to stay at his place, since she was young.
"Ahh the nostalgia of the room!" she spoke with a shy grin. But feeling somewhat happy.
"Make yourself at home! If you need anything; just call me or ask my servants." He said; walking towards the bathroom, she could see there was a towel hanging. She knew that he was just going to have a shower. Well, she wanted to use it after him.
Sitting down on the bed she smiled; slowly closing her eyes.
Then got up and opened the closest; just as she remembered the clothes were still there; the last time she remembered coming here was a year ago. Oh it seemed so long to remember. She heard her stomach rumble and laugh. It was already late and she peered out the big window; seeing the beautiful red sunset.
When she heard the shower finish she went out, and stopped.
"Madara!" she pouted; seeing him try to look cool and was topless while holding the white towel around him; instantly she got out her phone and snapped a shot of him like that and chuckled with a smirk.
"Did you just…?" he caught her. She nodded her head.
"Well I gotta shower now!" she said, walking past the male and entered the bathroom; seeing another pair of a clean towel; locking the bathroom she undressed and showered. In there, she had thought about what Sasori had said to her; she just really hoped he didn't mean it at all. Well; he better apologise.
She then shook her head gently; she wasn't going back until she figured out why he was still deep down upset about his first wife. He should be more worried about his current wife! Or was he hiding something?
Rouji then got out of the shower drying herself; she wrapped the towel around herself and grabbed her dirty clothes. She noticed the shirt of Madara still hanging on the side; she blinked. It was a blue long-sleeved shirt with a high collar. She then looked away; but couldn't help but just even get a sniff of his shirt.
She had blushed gently it smelt like cologne. Which did seem rather strange; she knew his smell most of the time and he rarely used cologne and stuff to make him smell manly. Something did seem strange. But she brushed it off; then opened the door. Stunned she saw Madara with a guest. She blushed madly; being only wrapped in her towel and dripping wet slightly with her clothes in her arm. Her onyx eyes looked away from the handsome male. His blue eye stared at her, and his luscious blond hair was flowing down.
She couldn't remember his name, but she knew he looked familiar. Beside him was a taller male with magenta eyes looking so bad-ass and his silver hair gelled perfectly back. His body was very bulky and he chuckled; giving her this raping look.
"Urg, goodness sake. Put some clothes on." Madara said, frowning. Was this pay back?
"I can't get to my room if you and your business pals are in the way! Gee; look away or something!"
She said, with a frown. They just laughed; making her blush more. She growled then started to walk; not going to be bothered by them who stared at her. While the short blond male licked his lips. Closing the door she placed her clothes in the basket where it was to be washed later on. She was slightly bothered but brushed it off and reverted her mind away. Wanting to find information about Sasori's wife.
When she got changed she walked out, going to place the towel back in the bathroom once she combed her hair and looked much better than before.
When she placed it back and came out she heard someone wolf-whistle at her. She turned her head towards the male.
"Oh wow, who knew Madara had such an adorable niece." The young man slowly approached her, wearing a black jumper with blue long pants and a white high collar shirt that was folded and three buttons undone revealing part of his chest.
"Who're you?" she asked, with a slight frown, grabbing her hand he bent on one knee and kissed it. Giving her such a loving look which made her blush.
"I'm sure you've heard of me, my name, is Deidara."
"You're Deidara? You didn't show up at the proposal ball." She felt saddened.
"Sorry; I was quite busy. But I see you know about it. Who did you marry?" she did not answer.
"Could I ask you a question?" she asked; not going to answer his own.
"Hmm? Yeah; sure."
"Could you tell me some information about Sasori and his first wife?" she looked at him, and he stood on his feet; why he was actually slightly taller than Sasori.
"Sasori's first wife? Her name was Mina; and she fell in love with my man Sasori and they married. Their custom is to mark their partner, when he did well they have a rule which she didn't know about. If you cheat on your partner who marked you then you'll die."
The name, Mina. It sounded so familiar she remembered the name somewhere…
"So, how did he mark her?" she asked; curious to know.
"I don't know; it's secret. Ask him." She looked away and smiled gently.
"I wish I could've married you…" she chuckled. He heard what she mumbled softly to herself. He blushed; leaning in and placed his hand on her chin making it on the same level as him. His free hand was around her waist.
Leaning in more, he whispered. Their lips were close.
"Well if you don't love your husband then I'm always here. You can get a marriage transfer you know. I can be your husband." Her hands were placed on each side of his shoulders.
"Can you talk to Sasori about it then?"
"Whoa; you're married to Sasori, my man; hmm?"
He kissed her just quickly then released. Her breath felt hot. The tall male who seemed like the same height as Madara stood there.
"Hey Deidara; make some room! Let me kiss her too!" he then quickly walked towards her. He pushed Deidara aside and quickly wrapped his arm around her and reeled her in quickly towards him. His hand other hand was placed behind her right on her buttocks.
She blushed as his handsome smug made her look away then back at him who roughly kissed her.
Her hands were on his chest and reeled back.
"Please! I'm married!" she bellowed. She looked away.
"What're you guys talking about?" Madara asked, frowning. Obviously did not see the two kiss her.
"I asked Deidara about Mina…" still the name she remembered. But from where?
"Mina, huh?" Madara looked saddened and his hand was placed on his heart and she saw how it ached.
"My love…" he whispered sadly. Her eyes widened; she remembered now. She met her once; she was slightly tall and fair skin and long dark hair and part was held in a ponytail; her large blue eyes stood out with her red velvet dress that of which the colour was similar to Sasori's hair and her icy crystal shoes looked remarkable with her large earrings and perfectly done make-up. Yet she was flat; but a beautiful woman.
Now Rouji understood; she hated herself and walked out the door slowly. Mina was the wife of Sasori whom he loved so deeply; but because he marked her they were meant to be bound for life. But because she had fallen in love with Madara for quite a while she was in an affair and then had died one night because the mark had taken active. The loss; but she stopped. Her eyes widened in shock.
Both were friends, but on both sides. They did not know that Mina captured their hearts. Closing her eyes in distress Rouji's heart ached; her knees collapsed to the floor and started to breath heavily. Knowing she'll never be able to replace the love that Sasori once had. She collapsed to the floor and her eyes became heavy. Tears which gave her a headache.