CHAPTER 13: NIGHTS (FIRST ARC - FRACTURED BONDS)

For the next two weeks, Sasuke was ensnared by a routine he could not give up— a monotony he cherished and anticipated. As the sky darkened, bringing a cloak of silent nights, Sasuke found his feet deciding, leading him towards a place where he didn't belong. Before his mind could interfere and knock some sense into his dismantled self, Sasuke had already chosen to be strayed, no matter how much the logic would flicker to life to urge him to turn back. But Sasuke always surrendered…to his need to be near her.

As he stood on her balcony, draped in his familiar cloak, shielding himself from her familiar soft Chakra simmering in the air, his thoughts rumbled his mind. His sharp gaze rested on her fragile figure, curled beneath the thin sheets of her bed. He drew a deep breath, stepping closer to the doorway, but stopping short of the threshold. He had crossed it once when she was awake…when she was conscious enough to accept his presence…but never when she was asleep. He never dared to cross that line which was an unspoken boundary between them, breaching that would have been a bigger intrusion.

He remembered being there, two weeks ago, when the gnawing guilt was roiling inside him, festering within him and rendering him helpless. But once she had made it clear that she wasn't blaming him, but rather…wanted him, Sasuke was unable to stop visiting every night after that. Until he witnessed something that unravelled his control and patience.

As the nights stretched into a rhythm, his mind buzzed with thoughts he could no longer suppress. They crept through the cracks in his resolve, gnawing at his carefully erected walls. And once in a while, those thoughts ate at his resolve and questioned his sanity and actions. And Sasuke was left speechless, unable to conjure a reason for his actions, for his motivations, for his restlessness.

Sasuke was habitual of staying in the shadows, ready to disappear in a blur at the sensation of his best friend's thrumming Chakra, but it was never around ever since he had started keeping an eye on her. But despite the absence of Naruto for two weeks, Sasuke kept himself concealed—Chakra muted, presence lingering in the shadows, hidden behind the ajar door of the balcony…a dwindling figure appearing as a dark flash behind the fluttering curtains.

He had been watching her curled on her bed for nights— at times silent with uneven breathing humming in the stillness, sometimes her delicate pale hands clutched the blanket so tight as if she wished to be anchored back to life. On some nights, she stirred like a leaf in the storm, shrieks resulting from the nightmares escaping from her mouth. He would wince, clench his fist, and almost slam on the wall. His chest tightened when sometimes Naruto's name slipped past her lips, echoing with a raw need that pushed him to step back and clutch the railing, hunch over it, and stare at the ground and muse. He attempted to rein in his emotions which were relentlessly crashing into his mind, bruising whatever remained of his rationality. But the reality of his straying flickering flames lapping at his insides sunk inside him like daggers, twisting at his gut.

A wry smirk would play on his lips as he wondered what he was doing, unable to wrap his mind around his actions. He often leaned back on the railing, craning his neck upwards, following the path of clouds and the moonlight spilling into her room through the curtains, illuminating her paleness.

Four times he had witnessed her bolt upright, sleep still clinging in her eyes along with tears pooling at the corner of her eyes as she gasped for air, clutching her chest and her face blanched. He stayed paralyzed until her breathing calmed down and resisted the urge to step inside her room and provide her comfort, for he himself had never received comfort at the time of his nightmares so he could understand…what she needed. And for some unknown reason, he was willing to provide that serenity and sincerity to her. Seeing her struggle and suffocate under the cruel remembrance of her miseries, his breathing would mirror hers—uneven and shallow.

On rare nights when she'd be in her slumber, without any nightmares haunting her, without any pain wrenching her soul…he would stay longer, to see the peace strike her features, to see the ultimate calm rooting in her body. Nights after night, his familiarity continued, his routine stuck to him as he came again and again. She was his fleeting reprieve. On some unfortunate nights, her peace would crash, as she'd squirm under her sheets, her sob-struck voice calling out for her husband and in those moments, he'd be frozen on the spot, witnessing the weight of grief and unrequited need pressing over her. Sasuke was tethered to her pain, for he felt the agony burning within his chest that she felt coursing through her veins.

Sasuke would often feel dread coursing through him as realizations continued to nag at him, nibble at his straying self and reminding him of his own home. The few hours he had begun to dedicate to Hinata, were not solely his, they belonged to someone else. Someone who was probably waiting for him, with her own raw need, just like Hinata had her own needs where Sasuke couldn't do much, where Sasuke was unwelcomed. The thought stung him.

But he managed to tuck those thoughts away at some unlit corners of his mind, which he conveniently never visited.

He needed to stop. He needed to move away. He needed to dedicate his nights to something else, to someone else.

But he was a fractured man, carrying the wilting bonds on his shoulder.

But he revelled in that faint glimmer of unknown, unnamed, and undescribable sensations fulfilling his deep yearning. And for that, he returned to her balcony each night, unable to break the cycle.

He couldn't stop himself from being there for her for two weeks straight, but he finally had a setback only when her reality slapped him, pulled him out of his trance harshly by clawing at his neck…Sasuke was thwarted and livid, he shouldn't have…he didn't have any right to question whatever happened…so he was tormented, as he fought his urge to revisit her. Because what he had witnessed infuriated him.

But for some reason…he was disappointed at her, and frustrated at himself for being affected by her and her decisions to an extent that seemed unfathomable. His trepidations boiled over, an unnamed fury surging through his veins as he watched her from the shadows.

Sasuke Uchiha squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his hand into a fist, and had his nails digging into his palm, his breathing quickened along with the rush of hot blood flaring in his veins…Sasuke was furious at Hinata, he wanted to step into her room, grab her by her neck, pull her closer, and let her know…that she was aggravating him, but he chose to vanish in the thin air…

And commit his own set of mistakes…for which, he had to bear the consequences.

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Hinata sat amidst the heavy stillness, silence enveloping her like an unwelcome companion. It lingered before her, around her, and seeped into the cracks of her very being. Yet, within the quiet, her mind roared with chaos, a tempest on the brink of shattering the fragile composure she had painstakingly assembled. Her fingers tightened around the glass in her hand, the amber liquid swirling against the glittering ice, reflecting the dim light in fractured, golden hues.

She tipped the glass to her lips, the acrid burn coursing down her throat offering a fleeting distraction from the ache that seared her chest. It was uncharacteristic of her; Hinata had rarely indulged in drink. Yet in recent years, she had surrendered to this clandestine solace, an occasional refuge where she drowned her sorrows in the bitter tang of alcohol, numbing the ceaseless agony.

Boruto was on a mission, Himawari stayed with Hanabi, and Naruto…was absent, as expected—so the clock ticked and the perfect hour dawned, time for Hinata to take up a bad habit she had been secretly relishing and dreading. The ache was a dark shadow that still loomed around her, yet the bitter taste on her tongue pulled her into a haze.

The door creaked open, Hinata's dazed eyes darted towards the door, and she noticed Naruto slipping inside the house, carrying the Hokage's robe on his forearm. His bright energy dulled as the weary lines glinted under the gold hues of the hanging light at the entrance. He was kicking off his sandals as he looked up, and the expression on his face contorted; a small smile played on the corner of his lips, "I am home!" he cheered.

Hinata let out a scoff, rolling her eyes. She turned her eyes away from him, looking down at the empty glass in her hand. She slammed the glass on the table, wincing at the noise. Her posture straightened, rigid. She could feel the deliberate and measured approach of Naruto from her peripheral vision, but she chose to sigh deeply, exhaling the stress that had bundled with her bones. Her eyes were glassy but fierce, squeezed shut as her chest rose up and down.

She heard the wood of the chair leg scrape against the floor, her frown deepened as her eyes fluttered open. She threw a slanted look at Naruto who dragged the chair and sat beside her. His hand pushed the empty glass away from her, "You don't drink—"

Hinata interrupted, her harshness piercing through the thickening air, "I do, you just happen to not know yet another detail of my life!" She leaned forward to grab the glass and brought it closer, moving to the side to grab the bottle which was empty, she groaned as she rose from the chair.

"Hinata…are you okay?" Naruto blinked as he followed her, grabbing her by the wrist.

"Okay?" Hinata turned, glaring at him, "Am I okay? Do you care?" She wrenched her hand off his grasp.

Naruto stepped forward, extending his hand towards her to caress her cheek but she swatted his hand away. "Of course, I do. What kind of—"

Hinata folded her hand across her chest, anger flaring in her red-rimmed eyes. "Then where have you been…"

Naruto began, his shoulders slumping as his being sunk under the weight of her questioning glare. "Hina…you know that I have been occupied with the saint's matter, the council has been—"

"You gave me one month of attention and care and then vanished. Why did you raise my hopes when I was vulnerable?" Hinata shot back, sniffling.

"What are you saying, I am not understanding!" Naruto huffed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hinata chuckled, "I had stopped worshipping you, I was off my knees, I didn't look up to you anymore…but that Genjutsu…seeing you and my children dead and swimming in the sea of blood…I made the mistake of wanting you again!" She spat. Her words were laced with venom that poisoned whatever solace was left.

"Hinata!" Naruto stepped forward again and reached out to grab her arm, pulling her closer. "I understand that you have been through something traumatic and that is exactly why I stayed with you for one month, but I couldn't leave out my responsibilities anymore—"

"I never asked you to shirk from your responsibilities as a Hokage, but I am asking my husband…that despite knowing the mental trauma that I had to endure…why couldn't he devote his precious lunchtime with me and my children instead of his best friend." Hinata laughed as if her own words stung her, "I am sure Sakura-san had other company too."

"I…It was just—"

"I visited your office four times, and every time Shikamaru-san informed me that you were at lunch with Sakura-san." Hinata's fists balled and she punched at his chest, pushing him away. The wafting scent oozing out of him—cherry blossoms and roses—churned her insides. "If you were busy being Hokage, I would have understood as I have understood for years. But you…*you…*as usual, were busy being someone to somebody but nothing to me."

"I was just—"

"You were just what?" Hinata arched her eyebrows, the flood inside her roiled. The confrontation was something she was avoiding for the sake of her children but under the daze of the bitter drinks, she steeled herself and dampened the patience that she had practised. The stone in her stomach grew, the weight pressed on her, but her words were unrestrained. "I was habitual! I was fine. But you gave me that one month and then snatched it away…your cruelty knows no bounds, Naruto!"

Naruto shook his head, his voice was hoarse. "I am sorry."

"Every time…you are just sorry." Hinata's world just seemed to fall, crumble and she was under the rubble.

Naruto visibly fidgeted, struggling to put his thoughts into words. Tears stung behind her eyes but she sucked in a sharp breath at the way his mouth parted but no words tumbled out. The exhilaration of the moment thrummed the air, Hinata was falling, and so was Naruto. She could see in the way his fingers trembled as he reached out to grasp her palm, threading his fingers with hers. "I understand…"

She whined, "No! You don't. You never understand." Even as he held onto her, her soul shuddered. "You shouldn't have given me hope, Naruto."

"I am sorry. I really am, Hinata. I should have thought—"

Her thoughts went frenzy, and the heat of his touch seeped into her skin. Stunned by the way his voice quivered and broke, she cut his pleas, "Am I as insignificant as your absence makes me feel? Am I as invisible as your presence makes me feel?" Tears that she had swallowed a few minutes ago betrayed her and streamed down her face, the warmth of the room was now biting on her skin, scorching her. She glanced down at her feet, her hand felt like a trembling leaf in his hold, and Naruto's rattled gasp echoed in the room.

Naruto squeezed her hand, his callused thumb rubbing circles on the back of her hand. Hinata's knees buckled, almost making her crash into his arms but she steeled herself and stood rooted on her spot. His hand grabbed her chin gently, as if he was afraid to bruise her, tipping her face up to meet his guilt-filled stare. He breathed out, "You are my wife, Hinata. You are never insignificant or invisible to me."

Hinata whimpered, "I was better when I stopped believing that I needed you…but then…you gave me the taste of a life with you and I fell, not in love but in hopelessness…again." Her mouth turned dry, she saw the way he flinched at her confession. He hissed, biting back the curses. She knew deep in her bones that there was nothing that she could do that would salvage what had been lost. "That horrifying Genjutsu made me need people, it made me weak. It made me want you, it made me naive…"

"I was not aware that you were alone…I thought you…you used to do lunches with Sasuke and Sarada-chan so you would be again occupied—"

Startled by the blatant obliviousness and irritated by the thoughtlessness, she grunted and yanked her hand off his, storming upstairs. Her breathing rang in her ears, her blood thickened like molten lava, and she was set to fire from the inside. The afflictions clenched her heart as her steps thumped on the stairs, the soft dejected, and regretful whispers of her husband from behind her made her mind race and breathing became a struggle. She whispered to herself, "Breathe."

Her hand flew to the doorknob, the door to her room looked like the entrance to her sanctuary where she could breathe but his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the hell that she wanted to escape.

"Naruto!" She hissed.

"Forgive me," he nuzzled her neck, breathing into her scent. His strong arms tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh. "I love you, just forgive me. I was so scared to lose you when you were dying…how can you be invisible to me when I felt myself fall apart when you were—"

She retorted, her voice clipped and stern, "So you only come to me when I am half dead? What about when I am alive?" Her hand dropped from the doorknob and hung limp at her side. The back of her mind throbbed as if something was clawing at her. The intoxication began to blur her vision, adding a slur to her voice, she mumbled her next words, "For me, you were the measure of things, and you made me detest that!" The sob wracked her body. Her teary eyes, pale and empty, stared at the door of their room, while her words severed yet another bunch of threads between them.

His muscled chest pressed on her back. Hinata inhaled and sucked in yet another sob. "Tonight, I won't make you feel alone," he murmured in her hair, and before she could snap at him, he twirled her and made her face him. Her wide eyes stared up at him, tears clung to his eyelashes as he peeked at her through them, her lips parted as she was about to protest, her forearms lifted as she was about to push him away, but he leaned in, cupping her face as if he held a feather, and his lips captured hers.

Her breath stilled within her. His lips were dry and tasted of spices. One of his arms looped around her waist, pressing her against him as if he feared losing her, but she was thankful because if he hadn't held her, she would have crumbled on the floor. His hand pushed on the door behind her and he brought her inside the room, the moonlit room had a charged air.

Her eyes caught the silver moonlight illuminating the tanned whiskered cheek of her husband's flushed face. Naruto's body continued to push her, her feet trembled as she stepped back while he stepped forward.

Hinata's hand grasped the collar of his shirt and she pushed back, making Naruto lean back. Their breathing mingled, as they both gasped for air. Her eyes flickered upwards from his glistening lips to his stormy blue eyes which were stuck on hers, primal need paired with regrets shone naked there.

A long beat of silence passed between them as their heartbeats echoed around them, thundering in their ears. She felt the sizzling sensations crawling up her spine and a familiar but long-forgotten heat lapping at her insides with ripples of pleasure all over her skin. Warmth spread over her chest but the ache remained.

"Naruto…we can't—"

Naruto shook his head, clicking his tongue. She gulped and wished for the strength to pull herself away from the electrifying and magnetic drunkness that his one mere kiss induced within her. The flames of his need for her flared her back to life, despite the awareness of reality pounding at the back of her head. Her hands dropped from his collar and slid down his body, she felt his hardened muscles twitch beneath her touch and she quickly retreated her hands.

His tone darkened, imbued with desire, "I will make you feel seen tonight." Hinata's face twisted into an inexplicable look, the budding heat within her was nothing but a flickering physical need, she could give herself to the magnetic pull of his touch and the taste of his lips but deep down, she knew that even if he could see her, it was only going to be for that night only.

But before she could fight off the desire coursing through her and put an end to that, Naruto's hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer than ever as he tipped her head back. His lips traced the path from the line of her jaw to the dip of her collarbones, bathing her skin with scalding heat, that made her close her eyes at the sensations yet burn her eyes with the tears that pooled at the corner, afraid to fall and make it all a reality that was unfolding before her. His fingers threaded at the back of her head, his thumb rubbing soothing circles in her hair while his lips peppered soft kisses, light bites, and brushing licks. His hand resting on her hip travelled upwards, under her silk shirt, cradling her soft skin.

His touch felt familiar yet strange, something that she desired but was unnecessary.

His low grunts heightened, as his lips began to make their way up from her throat to her chin, landing yet again on her parted lips. The taste of his tongue, the touch of his hand cupping her breast, and the feel of his fingers raking in her hair—thrilled her and frightened her at the same time. His tongue swiped against hers in sensual strokes as he groaned into her mouth, swallowing her betraying moans. The slide of his hand on the bare flesh of her chest made her press against him, in maddening heat building within her. She shuddered in his embrace, under his yearning. The desperate part of her drank in the longing he finally expressed to her, for her…but the dignified part of her jolted her awake.

Her eyes, pale and teary, ashamed and agonized, stared at the emptiness of their room. Her brows pinched, the realization dawning upon her, the pleasure of their shared heat subsiding despite his tongue licking the inside of her mouth, despite his fingers rolling the pebbled nipple of her breast eliciting a sinful moan out of her, despite her head swimming with lust and desire.

Because her eyes travelled to the balcony, amidst the fluttering thin white curtains, she caught the flash of darkness for a brief second. And her entire body burned, not with the heat of desire, but with the shame.

"Oh," she whimpered as she immediately pulled back, shaking her head. His hand slipped from under her shirt abruptly and the fingers tangled in her hair were left hanging in the air as she swatted his hand away. She wiped her lips, her face contorting into sadness, she panted and sobbed, tears staining her cheeks, "I will be invisible tomorrow again so I just prefer if I don't have any hopes anymore."

"Hinata…" he breathed. Shock gleamed in the way his eyes teared up.

Hinata's eyes darted towards the balcony, mortification consumed her. The familiar scent of pine and smoke lingered in the air of her room and she breathed in, squeezing her eyes shut, "Perhaps I don't want to be seen by you anymore."

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Sasuke entered his house, slamming the door behind him harder than he intended. He fumed. His jaw set and eyes narrowed, lips pursed and nose flaring—his presence was like a dark storm. The cool air in his house did nothing to dampen the fire raging in his veins, the flashes playing in his mind ignited a frustration that was foreign to him. His fists clenched and unclenched as he walked towards the living room, tossing his cloak over the sofa carelessly. He felt the worried stare of his wife on him but he plopped down on the sofa, gritting his teeth, averting his gaze from her. His fingers twitched, longing to grab something to lash out, to dissipate the restless energy crawling beneath his skin.

His hand curled around the armrest, knuckles turned white.

Sakura spoke up, her tone careful and soft, "Do you need tea? You look…disturbed?" She rose from the sofa across him and walked towards him, her steps light. Sasuke's brow drew together as he lifted his head to watch her approach him with a faltering smile and a doubtful stare. Her eyes sparked with interest as she continued, "Are you alright, Sasuke-kun?"

He uttered, leaning his head back, eyes trained on the ceiling above, "Fine."

Her voice dipped into something softer, "You look upset. Let me be here for you." Her fingers ran along his hair, eliciting a groan from him. He flinched.

"You can go to sleep." He leaned forward, holding her forearm to push her away.

"But I want to be with you," she yanked her hand away from his and put it on her hips. "I want to know what is bothering you."

Sasuke gruffly said with a dry chuckle followed after, "Only if I knew." She moved closer, and Sasuke looked towards her again, tipping his head up. Her cheeks were flushed, matching the tone of her hair. Her lips glossed and parted, the smell of alcohol clinging to her. The intoxication that he had witnessed on another woman reflected in the same manner in his wife's glassy eyes, the need that was surging in the pale skin of his wife mirrored the one he witnessed under the pooling moonlight and shadows on another woman.

Sakura whispered, "I missed you." She slung her legs over his and seated herself on Sasuke's lap. Sasuke's mind halted its torture on him, his blood ran cold for a moment. "I miss you always," Sakura breathed, looping her arms around his neck, and pushing herself closer to him. Her chest brushed against his, her muscles clashing with his. The scent of roses enveloped him.

She leapt into him, burying her face in his neck. Sasuke gulped, his mind crashing. "Sakura…I am not—"

"You are never in a mood, Sasuke." She pulled back, teary-eyed, moving her hands from his neck to his shoulders to his chest while taking deep breaths struck with sobs. "Never! Why?" She fidgeted on his lap, Sasuke felt the need to light up a cigarette to numb in rumbling chest and an endless serving of drinks to survive whatever Sakura was expecting from him. He knew what she wanted, but he did not know how to give it to her with the same fervour and passion that she had envisioned for years.

Her heartbeat matched his, as she leaned forward, pressing kisses on his jaw. He brought his hand to hold her by the arm, protesting, "Sakura…"

"Please, see me for once, Sasuke." The imploration in her voice burned him, his lack of need for her was not her fault, was not anyone's fault, it was just not there. Her soft lips continued to graze the line of his jaw, her hand exploring the hard muscles rippling beneath his shirt, tensed. "For once!" she moaned, the desperation laced in her tone coiled around his neck, like a leash.

"Listen—" Sasuke attempted to move.

"I get lonely. It is hard without you." She pulled back, her eyes serious yet crippling stared at him with an accusation and an anticipation. Guilt surged within him, and the roar of self-doubt and self-hatred rang in his mind. She took his face into her hands, her cold hands were a contrast to the warmth he had become accustomed to, "I love you, but I am alone in this love." Tears spilt from her eyes, tearing apart whatever was left in him, she leaned in to press her lips onto his. He didn't move, he didn't flinch. He let her take whatever she wanted from him, not that he had anything to give her to begin with.

He allowed her to empty him, not that he wasn't already a hollow shell already.

He croaked out, "I am sorry." She nodded, sniffling. She began to roll her hips on his lap, forcing the hardness beneath his pants to throb, but Sasuke was a man of control, he was a man of barely any needs until absolute madness could devour him. Sakura didn't possess that addicting madness that could drive him, but Sasuke stilled and let the taste of her consume him even if he didn't desire that.

The residual anger was flooding his chest, forcing him to commit a mistake too, as a payback.

But a payback for what? He wasn't sure.

He had no right to be angry at something some other woman did, with another man.

So he swallowed the fury. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the images flashing before him to blur. The only view that remained then was his wife, her paleness merged with the alluring pink, her strong rose scent with the calmness of cherry blossoms. Remorse swelled in his chest as he realized that her attempts to seek pleasure from him were fruitless, her lips trailed down from his lips to his neck, her teeth grazing his skin, marking him even if the agitation was loud in the lack of his side of effort.

He wanted Sakura to understand.

He wanted himself to understand.

But the night was heavy, the night was cursed…the night was sinful.

Sakura's hands mapped out his body as if she was clinging to him in her last breath. Her deliberate touches on the hard expanse of his chest and the dips and rise of his abdomen made him shudder, as he bit back a hiss of annoyance. Her fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, revealing the silver of his skin which then was under the heated trail of her wet and warm kisses.

Sasuke offered her nothing but silence. He could pull away, rush upstairs or go outside but he was inundated by what he had witnessed and he needed to get himself cleansed of that—Sakura offered him that numbness, even if she wanted to take away something from him in return. And because he wanted to forget, he let Sakura take him piece by piece.

He wanted to forget her. The other woman. The other woman…with another man.

Sakura's hand dropped on the hardness concealed within his pants, her kneading touch was almost making him forget. But her lips kissed the scar on his chest, the scar that he swore to never heal. He panted in panic, he gasped in terror, because instead of forgetting, a familiar voice replayed in his mind.

"Never heal that scar, please," an addicting whisper.

"It makes you real to me. Reminds me of how I healed you—" A maddening plea.

And the night continued but the sensuality of it was dampened by the anguish of his thoughts and confusions.

He couldn't forget. He couldn't understand why he wanted to forget, or why he was even affected.

"Sakura…" he pleaded. Sasuke felt as if the entirety of his being was at hostage. Sakura lifted her face off his chest, her hips continued to grind on his lap with the feverish desire reflecting in her heavy-lidded dazed eyes. He frowned, "Let's not—"

"Why is it so hard for you to be one with me? Ask me for something too, Sasuke." She pressed his lips on his forehead, "Just look at me once like you mean it."

Sasuke's heart clenched, but he confessed, "I tried." His voice broke, and his words staggered. His face fell, and his soul collapsed at the realization of his failure.

"I know." She threaded her fingers in his hair, "I wish you hadn't so I could blame you." Her lips slanted over his again, craving for something that Sasuke couldn't find within him to offer her…just like every night…for years.

The thirst remained unsated. He craved a sin and he ached for chaos…which he was creating already, unknowingly.

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A/N: FAVS AND REVIEWS ARE MY MOTIVATORS FOR NEXT CHAPTER!

I KNOW, THIS CHAPTER IS SCANDALOUS! BUT IT WAS NECESSARY. TRUST ME, I DIDN'T ENJOY ADDING THIS BUT IT FELT NECESSARY TO THE STORY! And there is a reason why this is the shortest chapter I have ever written for any of my sasuhina fic lol

This just must have riled you up! But that was the intention. I have love and hate relationship with this chapter lol

thanks for reading.

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