Falling For You.

Prologue

Being in a married counsel office for an hour is the most boring thing Sasuke could be in. Sitting on a brown leather couch next to his beautiful wife just a foot and inch from him and a woman therapist trying to give HIM advice was utter bullshit. He was the one not getting sex blame his wife of 4years. She wasn't putting out blame her, how stupid could this therapist be? But he was the one paying...what a mess up system this was.

"Sasuke do you think perhaps you work too much?" The therapist suggested. She watched the married couple on the couch with rim glasses on the tip of her nose.

"I don't work too much." He mumbles with the roll of his eyes. He shifted in his seat. Moving more the opposite way from his wife. Her perfume was starting to give him a headache.

"YOU SEE! He doesn't communicate he mumbles." Ino throws up her hands in frustration. She then crosses her arms over his mounted chest. Her leg throw over the other one, the leg moved back and forth rapidly, looking very mad.

"Fine. Lets talk about, LACK OF SEX!!" Sasuke half yelled to his wife. He stared at her side of her face, with a sneer to his lips.

"You'll see, is always about sex with him!" Said Ino. Ino shake her head in shame. She didn't know what happen to the sex?

"I like sex. So what?" Said Sasuke. Sasuke was a guy, of course he's going to say, 'he likes sex.'

"Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex." She repeated until Sasuke's head falls backwards, where the back of his head met the back of the couch.

"You see! He ignores me!" His wife companied loudly. Her hand pointed at his chest.

All the therapist saw was Sasuke's chin going back and forth in annoyance. "Sasuke do you hear want you wife is saying?" She asked him.

Sasuke sighed, "I try not too," again he mumbles. He lifts his head back in place. He looks like he's staring at the therapist but in fact he was staring at the peached colored wall next to her over large forehead, in a lazy fashion.

"I'm guess you two don't get along?" She announced the problem.

"Nope!" Sasuke answered to quickly for his wife's liking.

The pink haired therapist, 'hmm.' Her finger tapped against her glossed lips, she was coming to a conclusion. "OK I want you two to take a break and contact someone from your passed, like an old friend, classmate. The first person that pops into your minds that's who your going to spending time with." She nodded along with her conclusion.

"How long do we have to do that for?" Sasuke's blond haired wife asked staring dumbly at her.

"I'll say about two weeks until you start to miss each other." The therapist replied. It was simple enough for them to follow through.

TBC.