Day seventeen entropy

Definition:

Lack of order or predictability; gradual decline into disorder

[A/n: as I stated on day six for Watch the Queen Conquer I'm switching the theme of this one and that one so the theme for this will be angst/horror]

Summary: Slowly Sasuke's mind was slipping from the demons in it and soon enough he wasn't the same, he would sometimes catch himself sometimes he wouldn't

Sakura came home to see the house a mess, utterly trashed, that wasn't what she was worrying about, she was worried about him… she started searching frantically for him. She found him in the corner of their room rocking back and forth muttering things she couldn't understand. She sighed softly and carefully approached him.

"Sasuke," her voice was a soft gentle coo and he looked at her with wild eyes. "It's me… its Sakura…" he seemed to calm a bit and she kneeled in front of him. "It's ok... nothing's going to harm you, not while I'm around." She cupped his face softly touching her forehead to his. He let out a growl but she didn't moved. She continued talking to him and soon he was calm, soon he stopped his rampage. He looked broken after and she didn't say anything just glad Sarada was on a mission. She tucked him in and cleaned up the broken things fixing the rest of the house.

"Sakura…" he spoke and she turned walking over as he hugged her like a lifeline, "I'm sorry…" he whispered and she didn't move

"You're ok." Her voice was soft, they went to bed.

It was another several months before he had another episode like that.

Then they became more often, every few months, than every month, every few weeks. Slowly he didn't recognize them, she would cry not in front of them, not near them, but she would cry. She was slowly breaking seeing him lose who he was.

One day he seemed to be doing alright and they sparred, in a moment his curse mark was activated and he went at her the horror filled scream that tore its way through her throat caused him to freeze, caused him to realize, and he ran off. Sakura sent an ANBU team to track him, and then, she took him home herself… cared for him, and made sure he would be ok.

He got help, got some medications, got a little better, some days were bad but nothing near what it had been. Nothing near what it could have been. He was careful, steady, tender, even timid.

However, it was better, they were better; they'd play simple games, things to aid in remembering. That was just their normal; it was just what worked for them.

[A/n: yeah it's really short yeah I could easily do more to it but I'm a little stuck. Many apologies.]