Finally a multi-chapter fic! Hope y'all enjoy!!

Summary: The Uchiha clan has many secrets. It's a secret that they will carry and endure for many generations to come. SASUNARU Dark, Twisted, Angst, OOC, Graphic lemon.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I am not gaining profit from this.

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, dark, OOC

SECRECY AND LIES

Chapter One: Falsity

The Uchiha clan has many secrets.

Their manor had many rooms with locked doors that the outside world was not meant to see.

It was a secret that no else should know about. And those who do are sworn to silence—or rather— forced to silence.

It was a very strange custom, and an even stranger tradition. It's something that every generation has or takes for themselves. A very strange tradition indeed.

But it never bothered her. Rather, she didn't allow it to bother her—even though it did. The ways of her husband's family may have been alien to her, but she didn't utter one complaint.

A woman must be able to endure. She must be patient, considerate and obedient towards her husband. Only then can she become a perfect wife.

Those were the words that her mother would tell her every single day. That is why she bottled up all her frustrations and anxieties. Despite her husband's complexities, she still loved him—practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

Yes, she would be the perfect wife—despite the horror she discovered.

She and her husband were the envy of every couple in Konoha. Ah, she could recall the day it all began. Yet, why couldn't she see it coming?

It had been after the war with Akatsuki. The battle had lasted for many days and nights. Many were already exhausted, but in the end, they had managed to win. Konoha's alliance with Suna proved to be a crucial factor. Despite the other occurrences that had weakened Konoha's defenses, such as the civil war Danzo instigated, which inevitably caused the death of their beloved Fifth Hokage, they were able to pull through.

Injured men and women came in flocks, crowding the hospital. She had to make use of her medical skills to the fullest, breezing by patient after patient. In that herd of injured shinobi, she caught sight of Naruto and the others dragging an unconscious and torn-up Uchiha.

She gasped and ran to their side, her heart shattering at the sight of Sasuke's wounds. "Do him first, Sakura-chan," her blonde teammate spoke. "He doesn't have a bijuu inside him to help heal his injuries." She nodded and hurried to follow the other medics who had laid him on the stretcher and immediately take him to the operating room. As she brushed by Naruto, she caught his words. "I brought him back like I promised."

She never noticed how tired and worn out his smile was.

--

It had taken Sasuke a full three months to recover. His victory over his brother, Itachi and Orochimaru, and cooperation in defeating Akatsuki was enough to exonerate him of his crime of defection. It was all too well, since the villagers were more than happy to welcome back the Uchiha prodigy. During those three months he spent in the hospital, he was visited often by his friends—the people who dragged him back, his teachers, his fan club (much to his chagrin) and, of course, his teammates.

Sakura was the most frequent visitor. In fact, she probably didn't leave his side until she absolutely needed to. Being a medic, she was sometimes requested to attend to other patients, but the one she paid attention to the most was the Uchiha. She would come everyday, sit by his bedside and strike up a conversation (even if it's one-sided). She would even check him up and offer to be his personal nurse while he remained in the hospital. All the while, earning rumors from amongst her peers and other people who would come to visit the Uchiha.

In one occasion, as she was on her way to visit him, she caught sight of Naruto (though wrapped up in bandages) dashing out of Sasuke's room with an unreadable expression on his face. Worry swept over her features, as she feared a repeat of their bout on the hospital roof. She violently swung the door open, but instead was greeted by the peaceful sight of Sasuke—propped up on the bed, back leaning against the headboard, and staring off out the window.

She sighed in relief and gave a cheerful "Hi" as she normally did. Sasuke acknowledged her presence with silence.

A week after he was released, he approached her, asking if they could go out. Sakura nearly died of excitement and disbelief.

--

It all happened so fast. In less than a year of dating, Sasuke had proposed to her (though popping the question so casually while eating roadside takoyaki was hardly romantic—"Hey, Sakura. Let's get married"). A month and a half later, they were married—barely even eighteen.

It was spring when they married. Sakura was the one who had arranged everything. She wanted her wedding to be perfect. After all, hadn't she dreamt of this moment when she was but a twelve-year old? As the ceremony took place, she would glance at her soon-to-be husband every now and then, blushing at his handsome features, and for the fact that it's her hand he's holding.

Not Ino's…

Not any other girl's…

Hers…

On that day, Haruno Sakura became Uchiha Sakura.

At the reception, Ino had tugged her away for a moment, leading her to a secluded spot. "Well?" the pink-haired bride asked with amusement. "In the end, I won Ino-pig." "Sakura," the blonde spoke. "You love him, right?" Said girl nodded. "And he loves you?" Sakura raised her eyebrows. "If he didn't then he wouldn't be marrying me." Ino shook her head. "This isn't a fairytale that you're living in. The guy probably has some motives."

"Like what?" Sakura snapped. "What are you trying to say, Ino? Wait… I get it. You're just jealous that Sasuke-kun chose me over you! That I'm no longer that shy girl who used to hide behind your back and always be second best!"

"No!" the blonde retorted. "I just… I just want to make sure that you won't get hurt."

"I won't get hurt. Because I know he loves me!"

Her answer contained a definite tone.

Looking back, she wished she had listened.

--

The Uchiha manor was huge. It's amazing she didn't get lost performing her everyday chores. It was in this house that they made love for the very first time. She was nervous at first. Who wouldn't be? She was a virgin, for crying out loud! "Don't worry," her husband's soothing voice spoke. "I'll make sure it won't hurt."

The pale moonlight seeped through the tiny cracks of the window, illuminating the room even a little bit. Sakura had shuddered upon seeing Sasuke's length. She had been amazed by it's size and thickness—she doubted if it would fit in her. But Sasuke had been extremely gentle. He penetrated only up to how much she could take, and started a slow and placid rhythm. As the night wore on, Sakura yearned for more. Her body had already adjusted to her husband's size, and was ready to begin a more "vigorous" pace. But Sasuke continued the slow tempo—never fully burying himself inside her.

Maybe he's worried about hurting me, she thought to herself. A part of her wanted to encourage Sasuke to go faster—drive it in deeper, yet another part reasoned that he might take it as a vulgarity and ultimately lose interest. Not wanting to displease him, she let him go on his own pace.

After an hour or so, they both finally reached their release—Sasuke spilling his seed inside her.

Some months later, she had given birth to their first child, Kaname.

--

Three years after their son was conceived, Sasuke was proclaimed Hokage. Ever since Tsunade's death, the council of elders had maintained authority. But now, they deemed it wise to restore the power of Hokage. After a difficult selection from a wide array of candidates, they chose the Uchiha prodigy. The villagers were happy. Sakura couldn't be happier.

During his inauguration, she had caught sight of Naruto in the crowd looking sad and dejected. "I'll talk to him," Sasuke said. They disappeared into an empty room, far from the crowds and the celebration. They didn't come out for hours.

Sakura had hoped that nothing bad would happen. She was tempted to enter the room and sedate any probable attempt at a fistfight. "Let them be," Kakashi told her. "They're both big boys. They need to sort this out themselves." Sakura agreed. It was Naruto's life-long dream to be Hokage. And, in an instant, it was taken from him. She immersed herself in the festivities, patiently waiting for her two former teammates to appear.

When they finally emerged from the room, she was shocked to see Naruto a bit bruised, his lip bleeding, and obviously limping. Sasuke, on the other hand, also had a bleeding lip, and a few scratch marks on his arms. Both their clothes were wrinkled and crumpled. "Sasuke-kun?" The raven looked at her and smiled. "No worries, Sakura. Everything's fine."

She would've sighed in relief. Only, there was feeling of uneasiness seeping inside her.

Maybe they did fight after all.

A few weeks later, Naruto was given a special mission—one that would take years to accomplish. He packed his bags and said not one word to Sakura.

--

"A woman must be able to endure."

Her mother's words rang in her head.

"She must be patient, considerate and obedient towards her husband."

She had been all those things.

"Only then can she become a perfect wife."

Was she not a perfect wife?

Yet why did he feel so distant?

Perhaps it's his job. Being Hokage was no easy task, after all. But she had to admit; donning the white and red garments did him good. He had learned to be more expressive. He was actually smiling! But all that work had been keeping him apart from his family.

Kaname was growing up to be like his father—they even looked the same. Sakura swore that he was a younger version of his father. In those times that Sasuke was absent, she raised Kaname on her own. Teaching him, nurturing him to become a great and proud man like his father.

Too proud.

Like poles definitely repel. Because Kaname was so much like his father, there had been an air of animosity between the two. Sakura, once or twice, scolded her son for thinking ill of his father. She had, at one point, encouraged him to spend some time with him, holding his dinner for ransom. Kaname had grudgingly sought his father out, venturing to all the places most likely to find the man.

Many hours later, Kaname had returned, his face flushed and flustered. When she inquired what happened, the answer she got was a "Nothing. I'm not hungry." This worried her, but was soon wiped away when she noticed the apparent closeness between father and son that followed the following days.

Although she was happy with this development, something put her at unease.

--

Sakura was worried.

She was very worried.

She had been out with her friends the other day. It was the first outing the girls had since they all got hitched so it was a refreshing change of pace. But what worried her was the topic of their conversation. Somewhere along the lines, it turned to their sex life, and everyone was more than happy to impart their experiences. As it turns out, each one of them had their husbands banging them from dusk until dawn. While Sakura…

When was the last time she and Sasuke had sex?

Not since Kaname was born—and he was turning seventeen this year!

This was bad. Not having sex with your spouse was clear sign of disinterest, right? Could Sasuke no longer be interested?

Impossible.

Men were born with the natural instinct and desire to have sex. No matter how much they restrain themselves, the lust would eventually come to the surface. Even the lazy Shikamaru would pester his wife, Ino for sex, and that's saying something for a guy who thinks everything is troublesome! Surely, Sasuke must have some pent-up sexual frustrations.

But the point is, he doesn't show any. Unless…

He's having an affair?

Sakura kept pacing the living room. The thought of Sasuke having an affair was ludicrous, yet not far-fetched. Even in their marriage, there had been many other women who swooned at her husband and would try to bed him. Although she knew none who succeeded, perhaps someone did. And Sasuke has been out all the time with this mysterious home-wrecker?

"I'm home," she heard her husband call from the door. She quickly rushed to greet him and took his white robe and gently hung it on the clothes rack. "Kaname is still out on a mission," she informed him. "I know," he spoke to her. "I'm Hokage and I'm the one who hands out the missions." He rummaged about, opening drawers and grabbing some papers. "I've got some extra work to do, so I'll be downstairs."

The "downstairs" he meant was the basement that he had converted into a home-office. He chose the place because, according to him, it was much more soothing and relaxing—provided him room to think. Whenever Sasuke was downstairs, it was a clear sign that he did not want to be disturbed. And no one dared disturb him—always waiting for him to come out on his own accord.

"What about dinner?" she inquired.

"I'll eat it there," came the reply. "And don't bother preparing anything. I was craving for something else so I got take-out. Well, later." He kissed her lightly on the forehead and proceeded down the hallway towards his destination.

Sakura raised her eyebrows. Since when did Sasuke crave for ramen?

--

Sakura tossed and turned in bed. It was very late. She was expecting Sasuke to be done with his work by now. She would've wanted him to come up and join her, especially now that they're alone in the house. There were too many unused rooms in the house that it sometimes gave her the creeps—like there was a big secret here. In any case, she wanted Sasuke beside her, to touch her again. For too many days she's woken up to an empty bedside. Sometimes her mind would wander to Naruto and speculate if she married him, would she feel this lonely?

Naruto…

He was gone for practically thirteen years now. He'd write once in a while, but leave no return address. They had no idea where he really is. She missed the boy and his cheerfulness. Truth be told, he gave her a reason to laugh.

"Be happy with that teme, okay Sakura-chan?" Naruto had spoken to her at her wedding.

She sighed. I must endure. She would repeat those words every day like a mantra. Glancing at the clock, it was already nearing one o'clock in the morning. It's that late? What could Sasuke be doing that's keeping him up this late? Normally, she would've gone to sleep, but this uneasiness was nagging her to no end. So she got up, put on her night robe, and ventured downstairs to her husband's haven.

--

Nothing.

That's what she saw. The office did have the stack of papers Sasuke had been holding, but there was no Sasuke. Could he have gone outside? No, his sandals were still at the rack by the door, so it means he's still inside. But where?

Her eyes wandered around the room and, by sheer chance, landed at the bookcase, which she took notice as uneven. Its back wasn't firmly up against the wall, as if it had been moved. She went over to take a closer look, and was surprised to feel a slight breeze coming from behind the shelves. Curiosity getting the better of her, she softly padded her palm against the hard wood, to discover that it could slant like a door. As she creaked it open, a tunnel illuminated by brightly burning candles was revealed to her.

What's this?!

Fear crept up her. A secret passageway? It was definitely carved by the Uchiha clan. The walls practically screamed it—every single one adorned by the Uchiha crest. By the looks of the structure, she'd say it stretched to every corner of the Uchiha district. The tunnel extended to another tunnel and to another and another… It was confusing. But Sakura knew she wouldn't get lost. All she had to do was follow the path illuminated by the candles, indicating it's often used. Finally, she reached a door that was filled with beautiful carvings and intricate designs.

Wait.

What's that sound?

There were muffled noises coming from the other side of the door. Something—or someone—was in there. Reaching for the knob, she slowly turned it, taking care not to make any sound, and opened the door just enough to let her eyes peek in. What she saw ultimately shocked her.

The room was just as beautifully designed as the door was. In fact, it looked a lot more beautiful than any of the rooms in the manor. There were all sorts of living necessities there; even another door that she assumed led to a bathroom. There was even a refrigerator there that seemed to be up and working. A small table, couch and even a television could be found there!

But that's not what caused her shock.

There, on the king-sized bed, were two naked bodies heavily pressed together. The bodies of her husband and her former teammate—Naruto.

--

Sakura gaped. She brought a hand to her mouth to stifle the sound of her gasp. Naruto had his back against the cool sheets, his arms propped above his head clenching the pillows in a death-like grip. Above him was Sasuke who was moving in a very intimate way.

"Sa—Sasuke…" Naruto moaned, eyes closed.

Sasuke grunted and moaned his name, as he moved his body against the writhing boy. Sakura could clearly see how Sasuke seemed to glide in and out of Naruto with much ease, which she attributed to extensive foreplay, prolonged pleasure, or both. Sasuke panted harder, burying himself deeper and deeper into the blonde with every single thrust. A look of absolute pleasure was evident on his face.

The marks and bruises that adorned Naruto's body were infinite. There were some on his jawline, his neck, chest area, abdomen, and probably some more on that intimate spot of his that was being blocked from view by Sasuke's heated body. After a few thrusts, a frown began to mar the raven's features, as if he wasn't getting enough—not deep enough. He hoisted the blonde's legs on his shoulders and drove back in with heavy force.

"Guh… Ahhhhh….!!"

Naruto gave a throaty scream. Sasuke's moan of pleasure became louder as he was driven even further and deeper inside the blonde's cavern. "Naruto, ah, you're so… tight…" he rasped. "It feels… so… good…" He increased his pace—subjecting the younger man's prostrate to sweet and pleasurable brutality. "Sa—Sasu… Ah!!" Naruto panted, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat following that of Sasuke's thrusts.

"Naruto… So, ah… So… good… So… fucking… good…!!"

Sasuke sped up at an incredible rate, causing Naruto to literally leap off the mattress at every thrust. And, in the next instant, Naruto screamed at the top of his lungs and came over both their barren chests. "Yessss!!" Sasuke hissed as he felt Naruto's tight walls clenching around him. He gave a few more angled thrusts before releasing his seed deep inside the blonde. They collapsed back on the bed, Sasuke on top of Naruto, panting and out of breath; their hearts racing like crazy. "Naruto," the raven whispered, and brought his lips to Naruto's, a tongue probing for entrance. Naruto obliged and allowed Sasuke to dominate his mouth, sucking, kissing, leaving a trail of saliva at the corner of their mouths.

Finally, Sasuke pulled away and out of the blonde's body. As he did, semen seeped out of Naruto's butt crack and soiled the sheets. The raven licked his lips and began stroking his shaft. "Hm… What a sight," he said. "My Naru-chan." Naruto shivered a bit at the choice of words, but immediately froze when he felt his sated member being engulfed by Sasuke's hot mouth.

"Sasuke!!" he yelped, but drew his head back against the pillows as he felt the elder man pleasure him with his mouth. Naruto squirmed, twisted, writhed—anything to get that wonderful mouth off of him. But Sasuke had pinned his waist firmly, restricting him of movement, as he once again deep-throated that delicious member.

Another scream escaped from Naruto's lips as he was milked of his cum, his half-hard cock releasing all its contents in the awaiting mouth. When he was done, Sasuke pulled back and lapped up all the remaining cum that was on the blonde's body.

"That wasn't much, dobe," he said, wiping his mouth and licking his fingers, not letting a single drop go to waste.

"What… ha… do you… ha… think, teme?" the Kyuubi vessel panted. "Four hours, Sasuke. Four fucking hours!"

"Hm?" the raven raised his brows. "Are you suggesting we do it one more time and make it a definite five?"

"What? NO!!"

As Naruto screamed his protest, the Uchiha had already taken the blonde in his arms and propped him up on his lap. Naruto felt Sasuke's hot chest against his back and the tight grip on his waist. He winced when he felt the raven's growing hard length brush up against the crack between his (ass) cheeks.

"Sasuke, you, uh, can't be serious. I can't go… anymore…"

Sasuke snickered as he lifted Naruto, only to plunge him on his cock, burying it all the way to the hilt. Naruto screamed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Sakura continued to watch from the doorway as their bodies once again made intimate contact. From where she stood, she could perfectly see where the two bodies were connected. And frankly, she was surprised that Sasuke fit!

The backside was definitely much tighter than the vagina. Penetration would be painful, that's why most erections can only go in halfway. But her husband's remarkable length fit all the way in. And he was shamelessly fitting it all the way. Naruto writhed as he was stretched again to fit Sasuke's size. The Uchiha licked his earlobe, breathing some hot air into him as he began to whisper something that made the blonde blush furiously (as if he wasn't flustered enough).

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Sasuke began thrusting upwards into Naruto's tight heat. Naruto, on the other had moaned loudly as he was forced to bounce up and down on the Uchiha's throbbing flesh. "Sasuke… Get… off…" he struggled to say as his body was experiencing more jolts of pleasure. "Naruto…" came the raspy reply. A pale hand reached forward and began to pump the younger man's limp cock.

"Stop… it, ah… I, ah, told you… I can't…"

"Mm, Naruto. So delicious."

Sasuke's voice was so sultry, that Sakura couldn't believe he was capable of such a tone. He licked and nibbled the back of Naruto's neck. With an anguished cry and a scream of Sasuke's name, Naruto came again. This time, the force of his ejaculation and exhaustion was beginning to drive him to a state of unconsciousness. However, Sasuke continued thrusting harder, deeper.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

He quickened his pace, causing the blonde to bounce vigorously on his lap.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Sasuke forced the younger man's legs father apart, allowing him to sink even deeper (also giving Sakura an even better view).

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

"NARUTOOOOOOO!!"

He arched his back and released once again inside Naruto.

Sakura could clearly see how Naruto's ass sucked in all of her husband's cum. But when it became too much, some leaked out in huge amounts. She had never seen him come so much like that. Sasuke plopped back on to the sheets with Naruto in tow. His breathing was heavy again, as he tried to climb down from his euphoria. Naruto, on the other hand, had already drifted to unconsciousness.

Sasuke gently laid the blonde on his side, never pulling out and grabbed the blanket to cover their naked and tattered bodies. He held the sleeping blonde tightly close to him, a wide smile of satisfaction gracing his features. Sakura saw it.

She inched away from the door, careful not to trip and blow her cover. This is a dream, she thought. Just a bad dream! She collected herself and ran out the way she came in.

Sasuke stroke the blonde bangs of his lover away from his face. Sweat still slicked their bodies. Tomorrow, he thought, he'd have to buy more lubricant, not to mention re-stock the refrigerator, and probably buy that new vibrator that just got out in the market. Still relishing in their joined bodies, his eyes glanced at the slightly ajar door.

A smirk appeared on his lips.

--

A dream. A terrible dream. Yes, it was a nightmare.

The image was burned completely into her eyes. Even as she busied herself about the house, performing her daily chores, it wasn't enough to relieve her of her tension.

Sasuke-kun and Naruto? How did this happen? When did he come back from his mission?

She fluffed the pillows of her bed—their bed. When morning had come, she was not surprised to not find him at the breakfast table. All she found was a note saying that he'd gone to work early. But she wondered if he wasn't downstairs doing other things. Scanning the room, she now noticed how cold and lonely it was. There was no life.

No love.

"Guess who," a voice breathed against her ear. She jolted and spun around to meet the mischievous grin of her husband. "S-Sasuke-kun!" she stuttered. "What are you doing here? I thought you were at work." "I decided to come back." Sakura turned her eyes away. She could barely look into his dark obsidian eyes now. She had always been weak against those eyes.

"Why?' she asked, not really knowing what she's doing. "Am I… not good enough anymore?"

Sasuke regarded her question for a bit, then smirked. "Silly girl," he spoke and gently pushed her back, causing her to land on the bed. The next thing she knew, Sasuke had straddled her legs and was hovering above her. Her heart began to race in her chest, as she felt the warmth of her husband's body only inches away from her. "Sakura…" He spoke her name in a way that made her melt. "Sasuke-kun," she rasped. "I would do anything for you." "I know," came the simply reply.

Sasuke's fingers were like fire against her skin—burning her, scorching her. "Sasuke-kun," she moaned as his hands gently stripped her of her garments. Once again, she was exposed to him, baring her body and soul to him. She flinched as he continued to trail his hands across her body, massaging her breasts and toying with the hardening nipple. She squirmed under his touch. She felt herself getting wet.

"Aren't you eager," she heard him speak. He brought two fingers to her entrance and immediately shoved them in, burying it all the way to the knuckles. "And quite horny too," he added and continued to tease her with his fingers. Sakura gasped, thrusting herself against those offending digits. Sasuke chuckled. "You're so wet, Sakura. I bet I can fit my entire hand here." He shoved in another finger, and another, until he had her impaled with four fingers. He began a rapid movement of thrusting in and out of her, her walls clenching around his fingers.

"Ah… Sasuke-kun… Ahhh… Wait…"

Sakura moaned and writhed in pleasure. Sasuke increased his pace, now brutally thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

"Sasu… Ah… Wait… No… Not with fingers… Ah, Sasuke-kun… I want your…"

Sasuke didn't listen and, instead, drove his entire fist deep inside her. She arched her back, her mouth opened wide, and her pupils dilated. A painful scream escaped her throat, and she came in gallons. Her release sprayed across Sasuke, soaking his shirt, and staining the sheets.

As Sakura descended from her euphoria, Sasuke wordlessly pulled out and ran his hand through the sheets, drying it thoroughly. "Sasuke-kun?" she breathed out. He lifted himself away from her, rooting his feet back on the floor. Sakura tried to get up, instead, propping her upper body up with her elbows as support. She saw Sasuke delicately undo the buttons of his shirt, and then discard it, letting it fall on the floor. The pink-haired woman gulped. She expected her husband to undo his pants as well and resume their passion. Instead, he walked over to the closet and pulled out a fresh clean shirt, draping it over his shoulders.

"Nothing," he muttered.

"Sasuke-kun?"

"Nothing, Sakura," he chuckled. "You really don't interest me at all." This got the girl's attention. "Even with that marvelous display of yours, it didn't even get a rise out of me." True enough, Sasuke's lower area remained flaccid. "So," he continued. "Did you enjoy the show last night?" Sakura's eyes widened, this time, she managed to lift her body into a seated position. "Y-You knew I was there?" she stuttered. The gleam in her husband's eyes made her shiver. "Wives are so predictable. I was wondering how long it'd take before you got suspicious. But I have to admit, you're a tough one. Most wives would get suspicious when their husbands stop touching them for just a month. You… It took you seventeen years to notice."

Sakura gulped. "You mean… ever since Kaname was born…"

"Actually," the raven interfered. "It was before that. I mean, I had pressured Naruto to sex before, but I was only able to get him at my inauguration. It was so sweet seeing him struggle at first, but eventually he gave in. It was the best sex I've had since our honeymoon."

Sakura trembled. "Pressured? So you're forcing Naruto to do this?"

"Do you actually think that someone like him would offer himself so easily to me? Even when I had confessed my feelings to him, all he did was run out of the room. After that, I began pursuing him, but he kept evading me. Even after our tryst at my inauguration, he still rejected me. So, I had no choice but to give him an extended mission to give him time. He's quite amazing actually. That mission I estimated would take twenty years for a normal shinobi, it only took him six years to complete. As I had expected."

"Six years? Wait, that doesn't add up. If he'd done it for six years, then where was he the past seven years?"

A sly grin appeared on the Uchiha's features that made her shudder. "You… You don't mean you… all this time…"

"That's right," he smiled. "He's been downstairs at that room. Don't worry, as you've seen I've kept him healthy. I give him all the attention he needs."

"And he agreed?!" she exclaimed. "He just let you whisk him away into that room for your own personal pleasure?!"

The Uchiha frowned, giving her his signature glare. "Of course not! Weren't you listening? He's not the type that would offer himself up to anyone. It had to take a lot of patience and hard work on my part." Sakura quivered. "I knew he was coming back. I could smell him a mile away. Before he could even reach Konoha's gates, I had already waited and ambushed him. The tunnels circling the Uchiha district extend to various parts of Konoha. After all, it was originally meant to be an escape route at the event of an invasion. But it has remained abandoned since the end of the first Shinobi War. It's interesting to note that a passageway also exists that leads all the way to the Hokage office."

"But his letters…"

"I wrote them. Of course, the six years it was all from him. But after that, it was me. The Sharingan can also be used to forge a person's handwriting, you know."

His next words brought fear to her that she hardly believed this was the same gentle man she married.

"I took him there to that room, which I had prepared thoroughly for the past six years of his absence. He wasn't obliging at first, so I had to tie him up and take him forcefully. The fact that he resisted made it seem so much like rape, and I didn't want that. So I began giving him big doses of a strong aphrodisiac. Yes, that got him interested in me. Every day, every night, I took him over and over again. It felt so good that I couldn't get enough."

Sakura silently pieced the timeline together. Yes, there were times when Sasuke would remain cooped up in his "office" for days never wanting to be disturbed. She should've taken that as a sign.

"That kind of pattern went on, until, one day, he didn't need the aphrodisiac anymore, nor did he need the chains. Although, I must admit, those chains make very good kinks. But he wasn't denying me anymore. He craved for me. He couldn't live without my touch, and here we are today. In all honesty, it would've been much easier for me if he had just accepted my feelings for him."

"Feelings?!" she snapped. "You love him?! Yet, you married me… Why? Why, Sasuke-kun?"

"Are you dumb," he commented dryly. "There was still the task of resurrecting the Uchiha clan. And, as you can plainly see, Naruto is not born with the means nor the package to conceive children."

"But why me? You could've picked any other girl, but why me?"

"Because it was natural that I'd pick you. You and I are on the same team, it's not totally far-fetched if we got together, not to mention you were the one constantly by my side in the hospital. When we started dating, no one became suspicious of it. They all just assumed it was the typical case of a patient falling for his nurse."

Sakura shuddered, feeling salty tears brimming in her eyes. "So it was all lie?" she whispered. "A lie? Everything? Kaname… Oh god, Kaname! Our son… what would he…"

"He already knows." Sakura's head shot up at her husband's remark. "He's known of a year now. That day you told him to spend time with me, well, let's say I laid the crumbs and he followed. Although, he used the route through the Hokage office."

"Wha--?" she stammered, unable to process the information. "Why would you… show him…"

"Because he's an Uchiha. You could say it's tradition."

"Tradition?"

"Haven't you ever wondered why there are so many rooms in the manor? That's because, in the past, those rooms were used by the concubines. That's right. Every male member of the Uchiha clan had concubines, regardless of whether they're married or not. But then it became a displeasing site, so the underground tunnels that had been sealed for many years suddenly got a new purpose."

Sakura felt anger seeping in through her skin. "A-Are you saying that Kaname will become like that as well? A man with no morals who shamelessly flirts with anything that walks?!"

A resounding slap echoed in the room, as Sakura was plunged back face-first on the bed. Her cheek was a maddening red color.

"I wouldn't say those things if I were you, Sakura." He neared her, cupped her face in his hands and brought it close to his. "You can leave me if you want, but you won't do that."

"Why wouldn't I? What gives me the reason to stay?"

Sasuke smiled. "Because we are the most perfect couple in Konoha. And I know, even after all that rage you have, you are still madly in love with me. A good wife endures; she obeys her husband."

Sakura restrained a sob, but tears now freely flowed from her eyes. That was all her worth, right from the beginning, just something to keep appearances. She felt used and abused—like she was nothing more than a rag doll. And yet, deep in her heart, she knew that Sasuke spoke the truth.

Despite it all, she still loved him.

Oh, what a twisted romance this was!

Lowering her gaze, she finally gave in. "All right, but I will make sure Kaname becomes a good man. He will not be caught up in this twisted tradition of the Uchiha clan."

Sasuke smirked, setting a distance between them again. "You are so naïve, Sakura. Kaname is my son. He bears the name and the crest on his back. He is and always will be an Uchiha."

"Kaname will be happy!" she shouted, completely bursting in tears. "He'll marry a sweet and devoted girl! He'll have children with her, and love her completely! He'll be happy! He'll break this twisted tradition!"

Sasuke turned his back to her and headed for the door in silence. As he was about to leave, he spared her one final glance—a sly grin appearing on his face. "You have no idea how much alike he and I really are."

And then she was left in darkness.

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A week later, Naruto "returned" to the village. It was quite a wonderful show, as Sakura mentally thought. Everyone welcomed him back with open arms, inquiring about his adventures. Surprisingly, Naruto would answer all of them eagerly.

She wasn't shocked when Sasuke gave Naruto a place to say in the Uchiha compound. On the surface, he lived in the small house adjacent to theirs, but in truth, he was bunking in with them in the manor. He occupied one of the many rooms, and Sasuke was more than happy to keep him close. Everything he had owned was moved from his shared bedroom with Sakura to Naruto's. At night, the loud sounds of their passion would fill the manor.

At the back of her mind, her mother's words continued to haunt her.

A woman must endure.

She must be patient, considerate and obedient towards her husband.

Only then can she become a perfect wife.

End of Chapter

To be continued…

As you can see, this fic is already a multi-chapter. Although, compared to Reunion of Hearts, this one's going to be really short.

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