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 Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 7:29 pm
(Soo, I was reading this little story where Sasuke and Sakura are having an affiar with each other. Sasuke is cheating on his wife, and sometimes Sakura on Naruto. Depends on the chapter, because each chapter is a different story....so I sort of want to do the wife's pov....Just a drabble...]
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Story shall begin in the next post.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Naruto characters. They belong to their rightful owner.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 8:00 pm
[A/N: These are random thoughts coming off the top of my head, and there shall be errors! I just want a place to scribble down random thoughts that I think deserve some attention. Sooo yeah onto the...what, one paragraph mindless babble I have in my head]
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The summer festival of Konaha was an event not to be missed, especially if you lived in the village. It was an event in the village that attracted the beautiful moments of Summer to shine without modesty. The festival was decorated delicately, trying to capture every aspect, meaning, flower, sound, feeling that made the season of Summer. Every woman, man, and child in the village would dress in beautiful kimonos and yakutas. Leaving foreigners with gaping mouths as the the civilians of the village passed before their eyes. It was a beautiful sight in every sense of the phrase, and those who do not experience these festival, then it is something to regret.
Right now was the perfect time to go, since the sun had just settled behind the Hokage Mountain casting Konaha in beautiful glow of sunset. Each color of the sunset seemed to compliment each other in the most glorious ways, making one think that they were made to be with each other, side by side, like soul mates. If only my soul mate could compliment me as well as the colors in the sky...if only he would see me as a soul-mate and not as a mere woman who had to get pregnant.
The sound of a sliding door caught my attention, which made me turn my head to the side to glance at the newcomer. My son, Karu, was closing the door and heading toward me. His dark eyes fixated on me, and me only. I think he finds a smile on my face, for his own lips rise to match the intensity of my own smile. His hands reach out to me, and I follow in suit, watching in slow motion as he comes into my arms and easily morphs his body into mine. He was mine, Mine alone. "Mama, when is papa coming to take us to the festival," his articulate voice asks. For a child his voice was very clear, and absent of any child-like mistakes of pronunciation. My eyes settle on his face and I answer, hoping it is the truth, and not just a lie to keep up his happiness. "He should be on his way here, remember after a mission he had to do a report," I say, reminding him of the ninja duty, even though that report I mentioned could be done tomorrow in the morning. The mission my husband had been sent on was not a dangerous one that would require a lot of effort. Then again, I, of all people, should know why he is not present.
He was probably with her.
Haruno Sakura, one of the most famous, loved, and admired female ninjas in the village. Not only was she powerful, but her beauty was a rare one, it was like the heavens had sent her down to put all women to shame. She was a rare one, with rare beauty traits. First and firmost was her healthy, beautiful pink hair. Yes, despite it being pink, it was the most beautiful color of hair, and it went beautiful well with her emerald green eyes that sparked like gems every day. They sparkled even more when they were on my husband. They would just light up and put any goddess to shame. Her beauty radiated best when was around my husband, for then, and only then did she look a goddess that had decided to descend from the heavens.
As you may all see, I feel most inferior to such a strong, beautiful, and powerful woman. Any sane woman would be. Each time I see her, my breath escapes my lungs, and heart begins to hurt in the most painful ways, because the two men in life, the only important people in life, are enchanted by her beauty. My son, I believe sees her like an aunt or a second mother, while my husband sees her as the bride he wished he had. I see her as the woman I wish to be. Though at the same I am happy I'm not her, for my heart has grown to hate her in one sense, but love her in another.
Sakura can not be loved fully, nor hated fully. It is just impossible and for that I do both, because I am too weak to stop those emotions from entering my lonely heart. My son shifted from his place and looks at the entrance of our home. There, my husband comes in view, with none other than Sakura by his side, a smile on both their lips. Their good time, will probably be ruined by me. Not by my son, just because of me. "Go greet your father, I'll be out in a moment," I utter softly, pushing him toward the man he loves the most. He nods before running off to Sasuke. I on the other hand rise from my place and walk inside the house, sliding the door closed. Tears slide down my cheeks, but I do not touch them, for they will only stain my average face. Instead I walk to the bathroom and quickly clean myself up, I need to get these tears out, so I do not break at the festival and let my husband and son see how weak and broken I truly am.
The sound of heavy footsteps catch my attention and I feel my heat beat quickly in my heart. Was he coming to check up on me? A flush rose to my cheeks, could it be?
"Hikari, may Sakura borrow one of your kimonos," are the words that leave his lips. My heart shatters, of course, he was only here because of her. I look at the mirror and feel my heart fall into the flames of hell.
"Well," is the impatient inquiry. I shakily open the door and look up at him. My face devoid of tears or heartbreak. I respond. "Of course, tell her to come to the bedroom." I squeeze myself out and head to the bedroom we rarely shares. He is never here at night, though he returns in the mornings, to make it seem like he is always here. Please Sasuke, I am not a stupid woman. You seem to underestimate me in the most disgusting ways.
"Kari-san," a melodic voice calls out, my hands fist the soft fabric of the kinomo. I tilt my head," Sakura-san, please come in," I respond, not looking at her yet. She is probably wishing that this was her bedroom. I finally look at her, and I catch her looking around. She meets my gaze and looks away.
"Choose whichever you wish," I say, stepping aside, to let her look. Her eyes widen in surprise, and her lips began to form words of protest. I shake my head, "Please, I would probably an unflattering one, for I have been told my sense of fashion is worse than a man," I say, giving her a humorless chuckle. Sakura leisurely walks toward the closet and with rigid arms flips through the many kimonos I possess.
I was right, for Sakura chooses one that is most flattering on her delicate figure. When Sasuke spots her, I am nothing but a ghost that can not be seen nor heard. I continue my walk, and ignore the call of my son. Sakura may tend to him. I leave the house and wait at the entrance, my back turned to the family that is supposed to be. I am just an obstacle in the road that got in the way of this supposed-to-be perfect family. The running of feet catch my attention, so I turn to see, and my son clutches to my leg. I smile at him. He smiles back and takes my hand. "Let's go," he exclaims, I nod enthusiastically. I wish his energy could rub on me, I need it.
Then again, I need a lot of things.
TBC...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 3:15 pm
[A different story, but the same concept. It might be an add-on on previous, I don't know. I just want a place to write down these weird thoughts floating about]
xxxx---Title Goes Here---xxxx
What does a wife do when her husband is with another?
What does a woman do, when the man she loves, is in love with another?
A powerful one will move on.
A weak one will pretend she does not notice.
A woman like myself will...
I do not know.
I wish keep my oblivion, and make them hurt.
I wish to spit fire and cook my husband in the flames.
I wish to turn my head, and make them hate me.
I wish to pulverize them with every ounce of energy I possess.
If only...I could choose.
It is so easy to hate.
It is so easy to love.
It is so hard to forgive.
It is so hard to trust.
My son watches as I break before him. The one woman he is supposed to look up to. He does not look up to me, no he looks up to the woman his father loves.
The one who should be his mother.
Not me.
The party going on behind my back rings with laughter and fun. If I was in there, the tension would return.
The hate I feel in there is palpable.
Why do they blame me?
It takes two make a child, and to get married.
Why not blame my husband as well?
He could have waited.
It was not my fault that I got pregnant with his son.
His son....our son.
Karu is still mine.
Sakura can not take him from me.
I will never let that happen.
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I rise from my place on the porch and lift my teary gaze to the moon. Thoughts such as these make me question if I should keep living? Who would miss the woman who destroyed the perfect ending? Would my own son miss the mother that can not compete?
Why they spare thirty seconds of their lives to pray for me?
I doubt it.
I can not prove them wrong, for the strength I had when I was young has slowly left me.
I am no longer the woman I used to be.
I should be....
I could be...
I would be...
If only...
----xxxxx-
I enter the house again, and ignore the looks that are directed my way. My head is kept bent at the floor, as I slide the door shut. My son, the birthday boy, speaks my name softly. I slowly look up at him, his face slowly morphs into one of worry. "Mother....do you need to sit," he asks, slowly rising from his seat, leaving the chair available for me.
I need some love, is what I want to say, but I just shake my head. "No dear, sit back down," I say, trying to lift my lips to smile, but the force only makes my face hurt. I catch a sight of pink hair moving toward me, my stomach coils in anxiety. Glowing green hands are reaching for me, but I step back, shaking my head.
"No Sakura-san. I am fine," I repeat, lifting my hands to block those healing hands. The same ones that touch my husband, and make him happy.
Mines on the other make him flinch.
"Are you sure," she inquires, concern perfectly coated in her words. I nod, letting my hair make veil across my face. "Please enjoy the party, " I say, making my way to hallway.
xxxxx
My oblivion could only take so much.
The day I found the two entangled in the bed I slept, was the day I felt all the weakness in me leave .
I slid the door closed, quietly.
I walked toward the front door and sneered in disgust.
I could take them sleeping together, but on the bed I rest my weary body was a different story.
No-way in hell would I let them get away with this.
They would pay. I would make them pay.
Damn the both of them.
I would get them back, and they will not expect it.
I went to the Hokage, and made a special request.
A request rarely made by civilian....well I was not just civilian.
I was so much more, and the people that surrounded me would see that in time.
They would see.
xxxxx
I left.
Three years of my absence made a lot of change.
My son turned sixteen.
I returned to a different home.
A new woman had taken my place.
Haruno Sakura.
When she found me sitting in the kitchen, she was shocked beyond belief. I only sent her a sick smile, and slowly unfolded my legs. Her emerald gaze hardend, and slipped into a defensive stance.
She did not reconigize me.
I lifted myself from the table at a leisure pace, she questioned me.
"Who are you, and what business do you have in my home?"
I laugh and give her a look. Then I turn to face her, and give her a sneer. "Your house," I question, sarcasm dripping off every word, "I never remember giving you my position Sa-ku-ra," I say, my voice lashing out her in deadly manner. She drops her arms and takes a step back.
"Hikari," she whispers, her voice disbelieving.
I nod.
The sound of the front door opening calls both of our attention, and I hear various voices. Well, well. It seems everyone gets to see me at the same time. I smirk at her, and take my previous place. She looks at the entrance, waiting for whoever has arrived. I have a hunch as to who it is.
My hunch is correct. There stepping through the doorway is my husband (we have not separated) and my charming son. Their eyes instantly fall on me, and I sense their defensive aura. I on the other hand, take a sip of the tea I prepared myself, with the kettle that I bought and left here. "Calm down boys, there is no need for that," I say flippantly, tilting my head to give them a careless glance.
"Who are you," Sasuke questions, his tone trying to instill fear in me. I only turn to face him, my fingers drumming on the table. "The second true owner of this house." His eyes narrow, but it clicks and his eyes slightly expand. My son Karu on the other hand pushes past both of them and walks toward them. I look up at him, and he stares back at me.
"Mother," he questions, his eyes full of hope. I nod. His height drops a few inches and he lowers himself to hug me. I can only return the affection, holding him tight against me. The familiar feeling of warmth spreads through my body as I remember hugging my son like it was just yesterday. He knows why I left, for I left him letter. He and the Hokage are the only ones who know of the reason I left. Everyone else was left in the dark.
"I thought you died," Sasuke comments, crossing his arms against his broad chest. I turn to him and talk back, "You wanted that didn't you." His faces contorts, and I smirk. "Never could find a body, could you Sasuke," I mock, which makes his body tense up. "Dear husband, you should know that I do not give up that easily." Sakura places a hand on his shoulder, and I just roll my eyes. "Sucks that you can't take my place full on," I state with a smile. "And you never will Sakura," I tell her, rising from my seat. She looks at me. "You plan to stay married," she asks, her fist clenching.
"Why of course. When I said I do, it meant forever. Despite what may happen," I say, smiling at her. She narrows her eyes, and I just keep smiling. "So! Thank you for caring for my home, but your s**t needs to go," I say, brushing past her. "Because you are not staying."
TBC....
[[I felt like making her badass. Ignore the errors. I loved writing this. :3....Poor Sasu and Saku >D ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:13 pm
Caps were going to fly, gowns the color of the forest were going to fill the campus of Konoha High, and diplomas were going to be in hands of the just graduated seniors.
Yes, graduation was rapidly approaching, and Haruno Sakura was not happy.
Her high school years were coming to a depressing end, sadly. Friends were going to different colleges, okay well only one, but still! She felt like a mama watching her babies take off.
Her babies being all her friends.
The pink-haired female sighed, as she closed the worn-out cover of the scrapbook in her lap. It was decorated with flowers, writings, pictures, and many stickers. It screamed feminine. She just could not believe that in one week her high school years would be over. The final pages of this book would be coming to an end.
Of course her friends assured that they would start a new one. One for their college days, which would be far more interesting in the eyes of Ino. They could actually have more freedom, which meant more sticky situation for them to try get out of without getting caught.
A smile touched the young female's lips. Maybe ending would not be so bad? Oh what was she thinking?! She could not end her years yet, she had one resolution she had yet to accomplish, and that was confessing her feelings for the one guy she could never confront with a straight face.
Uchiha Sasuke.
He was the the reason she could not graduate...yet. He was her last obstacle and the most toughest. If she could confess and leave without tears then she could fight through anything. Sakura sighed as she put the book back it its proper place, under her bed. Their were secrets in that book that would only remain in the book. If Sasuke wasn't known for his womanizing ways then she could confess with less burdened heart, but he was a womanizer.
A charmer by blood.
Man, he could turn her into a blubbering mess with just one heated look, yes he could give out those looks without even trying, just like he could look hot without even trying. Why were the blessed so cursed?
Sakura fanned herself as her thoughts strayed from the hot male toward other 'things'.
If only he wasn't a player!
With a mid-volume grumble Sakura walked toward her closet and slipped on some cute Roman sandals she purchased a couple days ago. Strapping them about her feet, the female popped from her seat on the bed and bounced toward the mirror. She smiled at the appearance, not bad. Her white summer dress seemed to like the choice of footwear because the two seemed to compliment each other.
Sakura slipped a rubber band on her wrist, just in case she needed to pick her up hair, and then grabbed her purse and headed out. She needed to talk a nice walk down the beach, and then maybe she'd go to the carnival in town.
She needed some decent, alone fun time.
It was not a long ride to the beach, and the carnival was walking distance, so the bus ride was bearable, to an extent. The guy next to her was trying too hard, and the lady next to her was just too chatty. Ahh the wonderful experiences gained during bus rides. The moment her stop was five minutes away Sakura rose to her feet and pulled the string, pulling the bus to a halt. Smiling at the two passengers she had rode with, the female excused herself and quickly rushed out.
The moment she was all the way out, Sakura took in a deep breath and smiled to herself. Peerfect. Nothing beat the ocean air. Sakura draped her purse across her shoulder and took off her newly bought sandals. With a smile she let the sand slide between her toes. The feeling was incredible.
The beach just had the right amount of everything to make it absolutely perfect.
Walking toward the water, Sakura gazed at the beautiful before her, wishing she lived closer to the beach. Close as in it was in her backyard, oh that would be completely amazing! Giggling the female let the water touch her feet and wrap around them. She smiled, and turned to begin her relaxing walk, or it was supposed to be.
Some feet away the womanizer of her life was before her, laying on the beach...with no shirt.
Red flushed through the female's body. What was he doing here?! He was not supposed to be here...well he could, but that's not the point.
The point he was not supposed to be here! Not when she was trying to..grr, things never went her way. Taking in a deep breath Sakura looked back to where the love of her life was laying...and there was a girl laying beside him.
A shatter sound erupted in Sakura's head as she saw Sasuke smirk and kiss the female. She knew he was a charmer, but it never failed to hurt to see him place affectionate gestures toward others. The female felt a sudden chill, making the beach seem like a cold place, instead of the relaxing atmosphere she had been searching for.
Maybe her geeky life story was not meant to have her prince charming in it. She could improvise, there were plenty of fish out in the deep blue sea. Hiding her bitter smile, Sakura was about to walk past the couple to get to the carnival, but a searing pain suddenly hit her. Whirling toward the source of her pain, she saw a boy...no...this was not a boy, a man running toward her.
She looked around, and then saw what caused her pain. A Frisbee disk. With a sour expression she bent down and picked it up, stretching her arm out to hand it back to the ma- Holy cup of Ramen noddles, as Naruto would say, this man was gorgeous!
Emerald eyes soaked in the God before her, every breath that tried to escape her mouth seemed to be locked at her throat. This guy beat Sasuke!
Sasuke was a demi-god.
This man was a god.
"I apologize for my companion's bad aim," were the words that escaped those perfect shaped and colored lips. His voice was like the richest chocolate in the world, Sakura could just coat herself in it, and never feel like she needed anything else to live for.
Sakura felt her lips rising to form a smile. She handed the disk back to the could-be-underwear model and nodded dumbly. Then her mouth opened.
Oh s**t.
"It's okay, accidents happen," she said, her teenage hormones were making her feel like a dorky school girl! Sakura was about to excuse herself, when the voice of the 'heart breaker' entered her senses.
"Sakura?"
The gorgeous god looked behind her, and she saw a gleam of recognition.
Sakura turned back to look at the male behind her, she smiled, well forced one on, and responded. "Sasuke."
"Hn. Seems you have met my older brother, Itachi."
B-brother?
She glanced back at the god and the similarities hit her like a cold bucket of water.
Oh.
No wonder he was the god! He was the older one. While Sasuke was hot, this older brother drop dead sexy. Drool-worthy, if only she could take a picture and send it to Ino. They could so gush. How did Mikoto birth to sexy boys?
She hoped the same happened to her, whenever she had those brats. Insert a smiley face.
"Nice to meet you Itachi," she said, sticking out her hand. His hand reached for hers and shook it. "The pleasure is all mine," he responded, nodding at her with a polite expression. Releasing the pale hand, Sakura let it fall back to her side, like a useless limb. What now? Leave. She had to leave.
"Well it was nice seeing you guys (literally) but I have to get going," she said, taking a step back, luckily Sauke had moved, so she did not crash. Phew! "I want to beat the rush at the carnival," she explained, smiling awkwardly. She felt weirdly uncomfortable right now.
"Ah." That was Sasuke. a**.
"Would you mind if I accompanied you?" That was Itachi. King Charming! Sakura felt herself float to cloud nine. Of course he could accompany her! She nodded, "That would be cool." The sexy male nodded, "Let me retrieve my things, " he said turning to jog back to the place he was settled at. Sakura was about to follow, when Sasuke's voice stopped her. "You seem quite eager to go with him," he stated, eyes narrowing suspiciously. Sakura narrowed her gaze. Uh why shouldn't she? He was sexy and wanted to be with her! Why couldn't she be decently excited?
"Hey he is company," she said with a shrug. "You could have asked me." Sasuke responded, looking at her with his dark gray eyes. Did he just really? Sakura shook her head, "I saw your little buddy, go with her," Sakura said, peering over his shoulder and probably bikini model.
"Hn."
TBC
(Gotta head to bed. A lot of grammatical errors and character errors, but I was just typing off the top of my head)
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