Kushina couldn't believe she had been kidnapped of all things, then again nothing was normal since she met Sasuke; it was all a rollercoaster of emotions, mostly anger though and a whirlwind of trouble. She could reflect on those instances he'd subtly try to get closer, and push him a kilometre back each time he'd touch her heart, until she'd walk that distance to him and apologetically hold it out to him. He had fought a lot for it and deserved it the most.
How could she tell him what she had to do, when he couldn't last an hour with her missing? The fugitives were arrested and all was well in Itachi's wedding, they had gone to Malaysia for their honeymoon. Hinata and Naruto were happy, the latter would take on the company's local branch-
And where would Kushina go?
Back to England.
Miles and miles away from him.
Sasuke was smiling more often, and she had closed up her crazy bottle to the public, choosing to become a wallflower and unleash her wrath if need be it, instead of letting it loose 24/7. Could she tell him without completely crushing his heart?
She sat with her chin on her palm, absent-mindedly twirling her spoon above her bowl. Maybe he'd understand? She might be able to handle a breakup?
Not in a billion years.
The Uzumaki sourly admitted to herself she really wanted him in her life.
A palm shot out from behind her and pressed itself onto her cerulean eyes, before someone breathed "Guess who?" onto her ear.
"Santa?" she asked mockingly, folding her arms across her chest as 'Santa' hummed before letting her go and pulling out a chair. "What have you gotten me this year hmm?"
He rolled his eyes, "My presence."
"I wonder if I could get a refund..."
"Hn," he stared on as if seeing her for the first time.
"Weren't you taught that staring was rude?" She couldn't help but smile a bit. "That was the first thing I ever said to you." His eyes softened at the memory. "Why were you staring anyways?" She asked, letting the curiosity show through her question.
"You looked nothing like I expected you to," he admitted with a slight scowl. "Never would've thought you'd be vicious."
She merely engulfed a spoonful of her breakfast, while wondering where he'd go to college to. Maybe she could convince his father-
"Kushina," he said with sudden aggression, snapping her out of her rivière. "We're going to graduate soon..."
She closed her eyes and sighed; it seems like this matter had to be brought up much sooner.
"Uchiha-"
"I already looked up some local colleges and I checked a few out close to Okinawa."
"Sasuke I-"
"And I was wondering if we could rent out a flat instead of getting dorms and-"
"I'm going back to England Sasuke!" She snapped heartbroken; all those things he had planned out were too perfect. Shock clouded his onyx eyes, followed by realization and then hurt. Raw hurt. Like she had ripped his heart out right before him. Those six words hung unwavering in the air, filling them with grief and burden that pretty soon,
"You're leaving me?" He whispered softly.
"It's not my choice to make. I don't want to."
His bangs covered his eyes as he dropped his head. Why can't he ever find happiness?
Sasuke heard her get up and walk over to him, but he couldn't bring himself to look up at her. Kushina crouched down in front of his seated self and let her fingers bring him to face her.
"I want you to decide where we stand Sasuke when I leave."
"How long."
"I'm leaving a month before the semester starts."
Her eyes widened when he let out an angry growl before pulling her into his embrace. Her shoulder started to become wet.
"Uzumaki," he whispered against her shoulder. "What should I do?"
"...will you break up with me Sasuke?"