Sasuke looked out the window watching the scenery of a familiar city pass him by, he smiled happily knowing soon that he would be home, and he would soon be back with his beloved girlfriend. He missed her the months that he had been away on tour especially now with her being pregnant, he wanted nothing more than to be there for her the whole time and not have to leave her side, but he had to. She told him that she would be alright though, her friend Ino was there to take care of her while he was absent for those long months and he was grateful for her help. He looked around at his band mates all of them wrapped up in their own worlds planning what they would do when they arrived back to their homes. In a way it was always sad for a tour to end or for a record to be finished recording because it always meant departing.

Yes they were close friends…A family really is what they had become over the years. They had seen and been through so much together and no matter what they had made it through for so many years. Yes it wasn't a real 'departure' they would still call one another and go and hang out and go to shows together. There would still be a few stray interviews to fulfill after touring and before they could take a real break from it all and go back to just being human. While on tour it was different. It was different from any other experience in the world and they all loved it as much as they loathed it at times.

"Excited?"

Sasuke looked over to see Naruto sitting by him smiling.

"Very." He replied the smile never leaving his face.

Everybody was excited for him, they knew how much he had wanted to have a child. It had been a few years now that he had been talking about it. Finally now it was happening, he had found the right woman and soon enough they would have a child.

"I'm happy for you man. You really, really deserve this." Naruto said pushing a blonde fringe of hair away from his face.

"Thanks I hope I can always be there for my kid….ya know?"

"You will be there for them, don't worry about it. You're a good person you won't screw up."

Sasuke smiled at his long time friend. He had known Naruto ever since they were toddlers before they knew how cruel and beautiful the world could really be. Their families both came from lower classes just barely making it. Naruto's family lived more in the woods relying more on farming and hunting for food and a home, out of the band he knew the most about survival in harsh situations of nature. Sasuke didn't have it the same, there was only him and his half brother Itachi who he loved dearly, but could never feel a full relationship with. He constantly wondered if it had to do with his brother only being half, not full blooded related. He knew Itachi loved his father, but Sasuke couldn't stand the man. This was the same man who took place of his deceased father with ease and showed little compassion towards Sasuke through the years. Yes he could socialize and talk to the man, but there was never that full bond that he could have had with his real father. Tragedy tore that away from him though, his father had died when Sasuke was just a small child, he hated himself for not remembering him. He would see pictures that his mother had saved, but it wasn't the same. He just couldn't remember and he hated himself for it.

He swore that he wouldn't do that to his own child. That he would try to live healthy and be there for them for a very, very long time. He didn't want his child to grow up not knowing him and not remembering him like he had to do with his own father. He also didn't want to make the same mistakes that his step father had made and be harsh to the point where his child would despise him and think badly of him and never forgive him for actions that he had taken. He swore that he would do everything he could to always be there for his child and that it would kill him if they ever said that they hated him.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt Naruto squeeze his hand, he looked up into the older man's light blue eyes that were filled with concern. He was psychic, he knew what Sasuke was thinking about and he knew that he was over thinking it all and that was correct. He had that terrible habit of over thinking and criticizing himself, he couldn't let himself be that happy. He would try though, besides in a few minutes he would be back home with his girlfriend of seven years.

Sakura, he loved her more than life itself. He had met her years ago after a concert, she was hanging out with a group of her friends and Sasuke went up to her. She had long pink hair and fishnet stockings, it was like looking at perfection. He wanted to ask her out, but he didn't she seemed better than him. He was used to the fan girls throwing themselves at him and acting like he was some sort of sex symbol of the gothic and emo scenes, but Sakura treated him like anybody else. He admits that it was immature and stupid of him to get upset by the way that she treated him not like a God and more like the human that he really was, but he was used to the high treatment. He liked that about her though it was what made him want to be with her more. She liked him and they became quick and close friends, he introduced her to his family, his band mates, and his friends. Everybody loved her and got along with her unlike any of the other women he had dated in the past in which somebody out of the three groups of people could find something just not right, but not with her.

Eventually he asked her out and she accepted. The relationship went quickly which at times he wondered if maybe he should have taken things more slowly than he had, but they were still together and she would look at him with such love that it hurt him sometimes. They only took it quickly because they knew one another so well, it seemed like they had known each other for ever and that there was nothing that they needed to really know. He couldn't wait to get home so he could be with her again.

He smiled broadly as the bus stopped outside of his house, he got up grabbing his two bags of luggage and ran from the bus shouting back 'bye' to his friends and road crew. He heard the bus start and drive away taking everybody back to their own individual lives, he knew that he would be back around his friends within a week or so. He was happy to see that Sakura's car was parked in the drive way, he couldn't go another minute without seeing her. He opened the door and walked into the home, the living room was silent and dark the only light coming from the sun outside. Sakura stood up from the couch when he walked into the home a shy smile on her face. He went over to her and hugged her tightly kissing her softly.

"I love you baby, I've missed the both of you so much." He whispered to her softly, rubbing his hand lightly over her stomach.

She shivered and pulled back a bit giving another small smile and mouthing an 'I love you too'.

"How have you been? How has the baby been?" He asked excitedly just happy to be home with his family.

"Sasuke…You should sit down…Th-there's something I need to tell you." She said quietly, averting her eyes to the ground.

He looked at her with concern wondering what was wrong.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah I'm good." She said reassuringly.

That gave him some relief.

"Is the baby okay?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about…." She said her voice getting lower.

Sasuke sat on the couch afraid that if it was something bad that he would drop to the ground. He could feel his heart pounding harshly against his chest ready to burst through his skin and fall to the floor.

"Is the baby okay? Is something wrong with it? What's going on?" He asked frantically the fear beyond evident in his voice.

Sakura ran her hand back through her bright pink hair and let out a nervous laugh just barely looking him in the eyes.

"Tell me what's going on."

"Sasuke…There isn't going to be a baby." She said quickly.

He looked at her with even more confusion trying to figure out what she meant, she was pregnant, he went to the hospital with her.

"What? What do you mean you aren't pregnant? Th-the doctors said you are and I was with you and…This doesn't make sense.." He stuttered out.

"I know…I know…I was pregnant…I went to a clinic a few weeks ago."

"What? Was? What clinic?"

He could feel the fear and the confusion rushing through his body, he felt light headed. He was either going to cry hysterically from the strongly combined emotions or just pass out.

"I went to an abortion clinic Sasuke." She said dead pan, this time she did look him in the eyes.

She looked cold about what she said, the words that left her mouth rang in his ears and he tried to decipher what they meant and what everything meant and tried to work out how he was feeling and how he wanted to throw up and cry and pass out and how if anything she looked like a cross between mad at him and cold and uncaring about what she just said she had done.

"An abortion clinic…I don't understand…" He said running his fingers back through his long locks of black hair.

"It's where you go to terminate pregnancies." She explained.

He felt a pang of hate that she would dare treat him like he was stupid at a time like this.

"I know what it is." He snapped glaring up at her.

"Why? H-h-how could you do this to our baby?"

"I'm not ready for a baby yet Sasuke…I just can't…I was sitting and thinking about it and how I looked and the clothes that were starting to become too small and how much stress it would be on me and how I really, really am not ready for a baby yet." She babbled on the reasons every single one of them about her.

"You can't be fucking serious, your joking right? Tell me that you are fucking joking." He yelled jumping up from the couch and walking closer to her.

"No I'm not Sasuke. I don't want a baby so I got him removed."

"Our baby! It was our baby and it should have been our decision for you to fucking kill it! I can't believe you! We tried for so long to have a baby, you were the one that brought up the idea, you agreed that you wanted to do this. You said that you loved me and wanted to have a family with me, do you even fucking love me anymore?! I can't believe you! That was our baby, I wanted to start a family with you." He screamed feeling the rage course through his body.

She just stood there and looked at him taking in his words and deleting them in the back of her mind.

"I know you did, but I'm not ready yet. I thought that I was and I knew that if I called you that you would have gotten mad at me."

"Probably, but at least we could have talked about it first. You know talk about it? We could have talked about it before you killed our child."

"Stop saying it that way…Aborted it wasn't killing him."

"It was murder Sakura! A human being, our child. That child was a part of me and a part of you and you let them kill it." He yelled biting back the tears that wanted to flow wildly from his eyes.

He balled his hands into fist so tightly that his nails were breaking the skin and he could feel the hot sticky blood pour over his fingers.

"He didn't feel anything Sasuke….I know that you're upset, but he didn't feel anything. It was very humanitarian." She said sounding so much like one of those doctors that can take a life and not give it a second thought.

"Him?"

"They told me that the baby was going to be a boy…."

"You know how badly I wanted a son!" He screamed.

"I know you did, but I can't have a baby yet. I have too much I want to do."

"You killed our son Sakura don't say it was humane there is nothing fucking humane about killing another being especially a fucking child! I can't fucking believe you! You're nothing but a selfish fucking bitch!" He screamed at her.

Her eyes widened in non-belief as if him yelling at her and cussing her was out of question. As if she was too good to be talked to in that way, how was she even good enough to be standing there in his home?

"Don't talk to me like that Sasuke….I know you're upset."

"I love you why couldn't you have told me what you were thinking of doing? Why didn't you even fucking call or let me know you were having doubts?" He questioned, his voice was softer and much more sorrowful.

"The baby was inside of me not you. It wasn't up to you Sasuke it was my decision, not yours."

"Not mine?…Not mine?!" He screamed.

"No it wasn't."

"Really and how in fuck wasn't it my decision to kill our baby?" He said emphasizing on our as much as he could.

"It was in me…I didn't want it."

"You should have talked to me….You should have asked my opinion, you should have talked to me….Do you even love me? Did you ever even love that baby?"

"I never felt anything for it….I couldn't…I just couldn't….I couldn't call you either because I knew how much you loved it….That's why I didn't call…I knew you wouldn't want me to."

"I can't believe this….I feel sick…I feel fucking sick….God…I can't believe you….I thought I could trust you of all people."

"You can."

"No or else you wouldn't' have killed our fucking child!" He screamed at her.

"Sasuke…"

"Don't…Get the fuck out."

"What?"

"Get out of my house Sakura. Get out of my fucking house. Get all of your shit and get the fuck out. Right. Now. Anything that you forget don't bother fucking coming back for it because it will be in a big fucking bonfire in the backyard." He said sternly, his voice was filled with hate and rage towards the woman standing before him.

She placed her hand on his arm lightly.

"Don't touch me." He growled jerking violently away from her.

"Do you even love me Sakura?" He asked as he sat on the couch.

He looked deeply into her cold green eyes awaiting her answer, he knew what it would be. It shouldn't take two minutes to think about that question.

"I'm sorry Sasuke….You're a really nice guy."

"Fuck you." He growled before placing his hands over his face hiding her from his view.

He heard her footsteps as she made her way slowly to their room to gather her things. He felt hot tears running down his cheeks and bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep from crying more. He didn't want her to see him crying, he would wait till she was completely gone before he would do that. She didn't deserve the fucking right to see him crying over all the Hell she put him through in just a few minutes. She tore him from a Nirvana level of happiness and peace and dragged him down to the fiery pits of Hell. In about fifteen minutes the footsteps were close and stopped.

"Aren't you going to help me with my bags?" She asked coldly.

He looked up at her with tears falling from his eyes and glared at her amazed at her coldness.

"Fuck you. Get out of my fucking house you piece of shit." He growled.

She opened her mouth and closed it a couple of times in too much shock to form words before she grabbed up her bags and tossed them out the door and onto the lawn. She stormed out the door slamming it behind her hard enough to knock one of the picture frames from the wall and crash to the ground. He listened to the sound of a car door slamming shut and an engine sputtering to a fury of life as tires screeched and sped out of the driveway and away.

He looked around his home. He listened to the silence that was drowned out by the sounds of his throbbing head and his beating heart. He let out a loud frustrated scream and kicked the coffee table over, it hit the television set knocking it off of its stand and it crashed against the wall breaking. The wires of the set made hissing noises as they were exposed, Sasuke stood from the couch and slammed his fist into the wall hitting right through. He cried out from the pain of sending his fist through the wall like that, he could feel the blistering and the blood and possibly even a broken finger or two. If he did anything with his hand then he would have been slightly concerned. He pulled back and hit another spot and another then grabbed the couch up by one end and tossed it over breaking a table and a lamp.

He ran his hands through his hair pushing it away from his face and looked at the mess that he had made, he felt almost like destroying the entire house and God damn it if that wasn't what he was going to do until the anger was drained from his body. He tore the picture frames from the walls, every picture with Sakura in it he grabbed and threw against walls, he took a small wooden statue that she had bough ten and through it into the kitchen listened as something in the other room shattered. He stormed into the kitchen to see the coffee pot broken and coffee splattered like blood and glass littering the counter top and the floor below. He grabbed up a pitcher and threw it against the frigate and watched the glass fall like drops of shiny rain to the ground.

Anything in his reach he tore from his place and threw and broke. The phone ringing startled him, he looked at it and immediately knew that he didn't want to talk to another living being for awhile now. He grabbed the phone from the wall ripping it and wires from the wall and threw it through the window. He had successfully destroyed half of his home. He closed his eyes tightly and could almost hear the throbbing in his head and he could feel himself swaying as if he would fall to the ground. He stumbled back against a counter and gripped it so tightly that his torn knuckles turned bone white and the wounds opened wider. He leaned his head back and opened his eyes looking up at the ceiling. He then looked around the remains of the kitchen and the living room, it looked like something from a crime scene. He didn't feel angry anymore, he just felt terrified, depressed, and useless to no end. He felt a wave of nausea hit him like a brick wall and turned throwing up into the sink, he shakily pulled his hair from his face and placed it behind his shoulder. He hated vomiting, he hated the burning sensation, he hated the feeling that his internal organs would fall from his mouth. He felt his body shake violently and the tears fell rapidly from his eyes never planning to stop.

He finally stopped vomiting and pulled back stumbling and hit his back against the opposite counter and slid to the ground. He placed his hands at his sides into the broken shards of glass that were now embedding themselves in his hands, he leaned his head back and listened to the ringing of the telephone and thought of the song by Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids titled ironically enough 'Telephone' and the constant line of 'The constant ringing of the telephone…I know that it is her calling and if I don't answer she will know that I am home and ignoring her.' He knew that it was probably her.

Those were his final thoughts before he collapsed onto his side.