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Shikamaru
I looked at Ino, who was curled up to my chest sleeping. I put my hands behind my head and stared up to the ceiling, my mind memorizing the tiled pattern. It only took a few seconds to memorize that each tile was about a foot and fell into a black, white, grey, black, grey pattern. There were thirty five, set up in a 7 by 5 order and—
I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. I had a photographic memory and could easily figure out problems and patterns. This often led my mind to wander. Instead I focused on the girl beside me: The blankets were wrapped around her body, for she was obviously naked. Her long blonde hair was messed up and for once, no make-up was on her face. She looked painstakingly beautiful in that moment, but I know she didn't take me seriously. She still hadn't told the others about our relationship and she still talked to her boyfriend daily. Sakura was the only one who knew.
I grazed my thumb across her cheek sweetly before getting up and looking for my baggy denim jeans, which were in the bathroom. My shirt was found beneath the bed. I grabbed my cell phone and silently slipped out of the room…walking right into Itachi. He eyed me curiously then looked at the door I had walked out of.
"Sasori is going to be pissed." Itachi said smoothly. I rolled my eyes.
"Sasori doesn't give a shit about her. I know he's your friend and all, but he's a dick." Itachi smiled faintly and nodded his head in agreement.
"No, please. Ino doesn't deserve to suffer from Sasori." Itachi's voice didn't waver, and he left leaving me confused.
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Sakura
I woke up in my own bed alone, and let out a yawn. It was early in the morning but I couldn't fall back to sleep. Irritated, I got up, brushed my teeth, curled my hair and dressed into a black graphic shirt with a ribcage on it and white ripped skinny jeans. I walked out of my room, running into Itachi. My heart sped up but I kept it under control.
"My father wishes to speak to you." I cocked my eyebrow curiously.
"What for?" Itachi shrugged and I rolled my eyes, following him out to his car, a tan Ford Tundra. On the way there we didn't say anything, which only seemed to make my heart speed up more.
"Your father," I started, choosing my words carefully, "Is he…difficult?" Itachi let out a sarcastic smirk, and then, after noticing my discomfort, let out a sigh.
"Fugaku has always been hard on us. I was my fathers' pride, god knows why, which always seemed to piss off Sasuke. I was supposed to take over my fathers' company but I refused, so he always put more pressure on Sasuke. That's when Sasuke bailed."
"So Sasuke doesn't want to own Uchiha Corps.?" Itachi let out another smirk.
"He'd rather burn in the deepest parts of hell. Sasuke isn't one for, as he puts it, 'running the most boring fucking job in the world.'" I nodded and stepped out of the truck into the hospital parking lot. I noticed Itachi hadn't moved and I looked up at him. "Sorry Saki, but I'm not welcome here. I don't get along with my father either." I rolled my eyes as I watched him back out and leave. Chicken, I thought impatiently.
When I walked into the hospital I was welcomed by the disturbing smell of sanitary cleansing and new car like smell. I crinkled my nose and walked up to the receptionist. She was tall, almost two feet taller than I, and had purple hair that was pulled into a messy bun. Her name tag read Anko.
"Can I help you?" She asked nicely.
"Yeah, I'm here to visit Fugaku Uchiha." Anko looked at a clipboard and smiled, nodding.
"Hey Kurenai," Anko said, "Can you take her up for me?" A woman with luscious black hair and beautiful red eyes walked towards me and then stopped, staring at me. When her image finally registered in my mind, I smiled and we hugged.
"God Sakura, It's been so long." Kurenai said, still hugging me. I laughed a little and looked at my stomach. I gently laid my hand on it and smiled.
"I take it you're not working for my dad anymore. Oh my goodness, how far along?"
"Nope, I moved here so I could be closer to civilization. I am 7 months now, he's almost ready though." I smiled. Kurenai used to work for my father when I was young. She was like my aunt and she knew of my dreams and always supported me. She's married to Asuma, who I like just as much.
We were taking the elevator and we stepped out when we reached the eighth floor. She pointed at the second door.
"He's down there," She said, "He's been driving me up the wall." I nodded and said good-bye and then knocked lightly on the door. A young woman with long black hair and dark eyes opened it, a smile on her face.
"Hello," her small voice said, "please come in." I nodded and walked into the large hospital room. The man who was in the bed looked absolutely exhausted. His short black hair was white with age and his face was pale. He looked up at me with obsidian eyes and I knew he was already judging me.
"Mikoto," he spoke with a rough voice, "leave us." His tone was commanding and I clenched my jaw. She left and I instantly felt vulnerable. "I suppose you are Sakura?"
I bit back the sarcasm and instead gave a firm nod. "Good," he said, "I don't like you at all." I was taken aback. "You're bright and are no use to my son what-so ever. Even just looking at you I can tell you have no future. I want you to leave my son."
"Excuse me?" I said, letting all the sarcasm I could gather lace into those words.
"I want you to leave my son." He repeated.
"And if I refuse?"
"He will work for me weather he wants to or not and you will become his wife and those little washed- up loser friends of yours and your so-called 'band' will never be able to play anywhere. But, if you leave Sasuke, then he can stay and your band will stay." I felt like I was going to explode. This man was dangerous, I knew that much.
"Why don't you like me?" I asked.
"You aren't even a middle class citizen. It would look bad if you stayed with my son." I let out a smirk.
"You don't know me. You don't know your sons either. No wonder they left you." I turned quickly and left without saying another word. I didn't do anything until I was outside; then, I punched a wall as hard as I could, which caused my knuckles to bleed. FML.
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Sasuke
Sakura didn't return home till after I had dinner, and when she did she went right upstairs. For the next hour I played Halo with the guys and, after noticing she wasn't going to come back down, I went up to see her. When I walked into her room I noticed she was crying and I instantly went to her side.
"What's wrong?" I asked, reaching out to soother her. She jerked back, not letting me touch her. When she looked at me her face flushed and then she pushed me as hard as she could. Which wasn't that hard.
"I'm so sorry," she said through sobs. I looked at her in confusion and then she said the words that made my heart stop. "But I don't love you." I stood frozen and she stood up. "I'm so sorry Sasuke." Then she ran outside the room and I watched her go.
For the night I just laid down on the bed, lost in my thought. Did I do something wrong? Or did she find someone new? This just couldn't be happening, not again.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let ?em out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though
Goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do
It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And havin' so much to say
(Much to say)
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do, oh
Oh yeah
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
(To say)
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do
Not seein' that lovin' you
That's what I was trying to do, ooo