Hello, everyone! Welcome to my first attempt at a Naruto fanfiction. It was inspired by "Love the Way You Lie" by Eminem featuring Rihanna. I checked, and am fully aware that there several other fanfictions based on this song, but I promise to do my best to be original. Remember that the pairing is Sasuke and Fem!Naruto. So, if you came looking for yaoi, turn back now.

This story is rated M for domestic abuse, swearing, and sexual language.

She sat across from me in our tiny living room, her long legs crossed casually. However, there was nothing casual about the way she stared me down. Her hooded azure gaze pierced me, right down to my core. The unbridled pain contained within those crystalline orbs physically hurt me. I couldn't put into words the agony I felt simply sitting in her presence at that moment.

I would liken the pain to having a steel knife wedged in my windpipe.

Yes, her misery left me breathless, and yet I only sought to make it worse. I know that it's so fucked up and wrong, but damned if it doesn't feel right. And as long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight.

"Sasuke," she murmured, dragging out the syllables. I could tell that she wasn't sober; she always bit her bottom lips when she was tweaking.

"Naruto, are you high?"

"High off of love," she giggled, twirling a strand of her sunny blonde hair between delicate fingers.

Her response amused me, to some degree. If she was high off of love, then I was most certainly drunk from my hate. Being with her, it's almost like huffing paint: the more I suffer, the more I love her.

As I return her aching stare, I think of how she once tried to smother me in my sleep. Right before my breathing stopped, she resuscitated me. Even as she was kissing my blue lips, I could see in her eyes that she fucking hated me. I loved it.

Naruko abruptly stood, and wouldn't meet my eyes anymore. I follow her closely as she strides into our bedroom. She immediately begins tearing open dresser drawers and throwing her clothes into a duffel bag.

"Wait, where are you going," I yell at her. She just kept right on packing, so I grabbed her arm and shook her roughly. Naruko whimpered and jerked herself free from my grip.

"I'm leaving you," she stated simply, her voice distant.

I hadn't even noticed she was done packing until she hastily grabbed her bag and practically ran from the room. I tore after her and, right as she was about to open the front door, slammed my hand against the wood. In my rage, I grabbed Naruko by her hair and turned her around to face me.

"No, you're not," I growled out, tightening my hold on her silky strands.

Of course, she struggled. Naruko became something like a demon, thrashing around and gnashing her teeth in my face. At first, I simply restrained her, holding on to her upper arms. However, she eventually resorted to violence and viciously kneed me in the side. I grunted in pain, and what I did next, I swear I didn't mean it.

I laid hands on her.

Naruko screamed out as my fist collided with her cheek. Her slim body crumpled to the floor as I stood over her, still trembling with rage. For several long moments, I just listened to her sob softly at my feet. Eventually, the pain she emanated penetrated the haze of anger clouding my vision.

"Oh God, Naruko," I whispered dropping to my knees. "I promise that I will never stoop so low again."

Well, that's the end of chapter one! The next chapter will continue right where this one left off, but from Naruko's point of view instead. You should expect it to be posted in the next couple of weeks, at the latest.

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