CCNote: Sorry to inundate you guys with updates for this story. I haven't abandoned it I've just been busy lol. "Love" was meant to be updated yesterday but my Beta has a life too lol. As soon as they get back to me "Love" will be posted.
Perform
He tried. Really and truly he'd tried his best. Yet, as he always seemed to do, he only ended up disappointing her. Sasuke took a long drag from his cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs to the point that it burned. Of all the things he was considered to be a genius in, with this he was an utter failure. From the balcony, he looked out at Konoha lit up at night. The homes full of happier families and happier people.
'Sasuke-kun, I'm so happy!'
She said she was happy. She acted as if she was happy.
Even now she was pretending to sleep, weaving an excuse that she was a bit tired. She had a headache. Maybe tomorrow. She had gotten too excited earlier and now she should probably rest. She created and accepted her own excuses without him having to say a word. However, the reality of their situation would still be there in the morning.
He just couldn't perform.
He was young. Relatively healthy depending on who one might ask. There was a naked woman in his bed, ready and more than willing to spend time with him in the way people in their situation would. Yet he could barely come up to more than half mast.
Sakura didn't blame him even though she should. Even though he'd given her countless reasons to blame him. Somehow, she still stayed by his side through it all so the least he could do was stay by hers. Here in Konoha. A family with pink-haired kids. A new life full of C and D ranked missions…maybe a B if they ever decided to trust him again. He puffed the last of his cigarette and snuffed out the butt on the balcony railing.
If he went back to bed now Sakura would welcome him with open arms. She'd want to try again. Frowning, Sasuke moved to grab another cigarette but found his pack empty. The Uchiha let out an irritated breath through his nose and went back inside.
Sakura sat up as soon as the balcony door closed but instead of returning to her side, he pulled on a pair of sweatpants on over his boxers. Disappointed eyes followed him around the room.
"Where are you going?" she asked just as he made it to their bedroom door.
"Out."
Without looking back, he twisted the doorknob and left.