Strong Chapter 1, a naruto fanfic

Strong

Even in the early years of life, Sasuke's fate had been decided. After his birth an astrologer had been invited to determine the boy's future. Considering the day of birth and matching it with palm reading, the astrologer's eyes lit up as he raved at the conclusion of the good fortune the boy would bring if the right choices were made. The boy's mother's eyes had dazzled at the mention of such a promising future and the boy's father had whispered, "That's my boy."

...

I eyed him in the second grade. He was the coolest boy in school and being a foolish girl, madly in love, believing in Prince Charmings, I marched up to him declaring that he, Uchiha Sasuke, would be my husband.

I had looked at him with a broad smile, eyes shining, waiting for his return of declaration of love, after all, all Cinderella's got their Prince Charming. His coal eyes, looked at me with what I mistook to be a look of admiration, and I giggled, patting my hair back into place. He sneered, "You're annoying," and I choked on my giggle.

I felt my heart fall to pieces, each piece dropping with a clatter. Totally crushed, I stomped on his foot and ran off, determined to never fall in love again. I thought that maybe if I told my teacher of the reason behind my tears, she would punish him dearly. That didn't happen. Our seats changed and I was seated next to him. During recess, that very same day, I made a pact with all my girls, to never fall in love. We completed our pact with, "Circle, circle, dot, dot, now I got my cootie shot, circle, circle, square, square, now I got it everywhere." It was my new beginning and the next day, I turned to him with an upturned nose and with the snootiest seven year old voice I could muster, I said, "Please, don't mind what I said a couple of days ago, I have found that you are not worth my time." It would have been cooler had I not been sniffling.

...

Strong

The memories of the late years of high school fooling around behind his parent's backs no longer drowned my heart in warm bliss. Instead, they served to remind me of my failed dream. They muted the dreams of the perfect white dress and the novicity of the life I would have embraced.

1 Week After

Love was just another four letter word that didn't mean anything to him. The first time I saw him after our break up, I was rendered speechless by the girl latched to his arm. Her dark hair and eyes complimented his own features and the conversation I held with Ino was brought to a halt at the sight as I watched him walk past me unbelievingly. It was Hinata's gentleness that undid me-had she not apologized for my situation, I might not have skipped class to avoid sitting next to him.

The newspaper headlines showed a picture of two men shaking hands, one of which I stared at hatefully. Uchiha Fugaku and Takahashi Senji had established the engagement of Uchiha Sasuke and Takahashi Hitomi. Crumpling the paper, I balled my fist angrily and glared at the sight of myself in the mirror. It had only been two damned weeks!

What was wrong with me? What had I done to deserve such a fate? I left myself locked in the bathroom stall for an hour cursing the tears that couldn't stop falling. Typical of Haruno Sakura to be crying inside the stall.My hour of self solitude ended leaving me to fight against the emptiness outside of these four walls I felt confined to.

Being so in love resulted in naturally gravitating myself within his radius unconsciously. I watched him, longing to go over and throw my arms around him. The desperate urge to beg him to reconsider fought evenly against my pride. Every hour was hard to get by; night was my sanctuary where I longed for sleep, but even then he invaded my dreams, leaving me gasping for air when I woke in the middle of the night.

It was Naruto at my side when I woke with fresh tears streaming down my face. He told me that I could stay with him for as long as I'd like. His closet held the unopened suitcases and the rest of my clothing remained where I no longer belonged. I had disrupted Naruto's friendship with him; Naruto glared at him with me; Naruto cursed him with me. Naruto shielded me from him.

Month 1 Day 1

He caught me by surprise when I opened the door for him without looking in the peephole. As soon as I made eye contact with him, I felt the familiar blush creep up my cheeks as his eyes traveled up my body. It took me ten seconds to realize that everything changed, there wouldn't be any playful banter, no more late night studying with him curled in his blanket, my life with him had ended a month ago; I hated him.

That thought entered my head and I averted my eyes away from him and told Naruto that I was leaving, not wanting to be around him any longer than necessary.

He followed me out.

"Sakura." It was him, knowing it was him without even turning my head. Why was it that I couldn't even hide from him?

"What?" I spat out. If he was taken aback by my tone it wasn't shown for he sat down next to me on the bench, silent.

"You can move back…" he hesitated, "I've bought another place."

My reaction was immediate, whipping my head around a glare formed on my face, "I don't want anything that is YOURS," I stressed angrily. How dare he even suggest that? "There is a reason I burned all the pictures I took with you! There is a reason I dumped your shirts in the garbage! There is a reason I gave all your presents to charity! I want nothing to do with you!" I lied. It was all a lie. The pictures, the shirts, the presents lay hidden in a box that I had locked away.

"And the ring," I breathed harshly, "I sold it." Lie. I still kept it with me, its engravings forever embedded in my mind For Eternity. I scoffed bitterly, "Eternity for you must have meant a short time."

I hope I hurt him. A lot. I hoped that with my words he would feel betrayal and all the nasty feelings pitted inside of me. I wanted him jealous, angry, desperate to the point begging, but the worst part was, I knew it was all hopeless.

He stared at me as if he saw right through those words and yet, at the same time, unsure if I had spoken the truth. Triumphant that I succeeded, my heart soared and I felt as if I had finally taken a fresh breath.

His next words killed it and my heart turned acrid once more.

"Do what you want with those things, they're yours."

He pressed the key to his apartment into my hand and I twitched angrily, staring at it as if it burnt my hand. He stood up and I watched him turn away from me again. This time I would get the last word. I stood as well and shouted shamelessly, "Yes, I will!" and threw the key at his back. He paused a second before shoving his hands in his pocket and continued walking away from me. I was left staring at his receding back. Disappointed, I felt the urge to cry.

It took me 30 minutes of deliberation to decide to pick up the key and put it away, like I had locked my feelings out of my soul.

Day 2

Men were unreliable and unfortunately I found that out too late. Dumbass Naruto forgot to study for our midterms. Most importantly he forgot to mention that Sasuke would be studying with us. He had fallen behind in class with all his absences and I felt triumphant at his failure until Naruto mentioned that he had been spending those days preparing his engagement with Hitomi. The joy I had felt plummeted.

It was arranged so Sasuke would sleep on the couch, and Naruto and I had our own rooms. Woefully, I remembered the once-upon-a-time where I would have shared with him.

The first night, he slept over, I was tempted to walk out and make sure he was comfortable. Suppressing the urge, I ignored him only to wake up in the morning thinking of ways to act normal around him.

I told myself that I would be bold and strike up a friendly conversation. I caught him walking out of the bathroom in a towel and blushed out of embarrassment. "I- uhh..." I forgot what I was going to say and said simply, "You should put on a shirt. My dignity was long gone. Moaning in agony, I fiddled with my hair leaning over Naruto's balcony.

I didn't acknowledge the steps that I heard, knowing the smell of Uchiha Sasuke. My memory refused to forget the way I had taken in his scent after rolling in bed with him. He didn't say much asking how I had been. His question was guarded and it was left unanswered.

Naruto came in and saved the conversation. He pulled out his Bio Chemistry book and all the tension left the room.

That evening, while I was making dinner, Naruto came in with a worried look making another attempt to apologize. He said that he was worried and trying to lighten his burden, I told him what happened in the morning. He chuckled quietly and embraced me whispering, "Epic fail."

Day 3

I allowed myself to remember the promise I made to myself years ago to never fall in love with all my other second-fifth-eight grade promises..

Over the years, that changed, and I couldn't help but be smug as I rubbed it into his face in the morning. Turning to face him in the kitchen, "Sasuke, remember second grade?" He looked at me, weary, from last night's studying. Goading him, "You called me annoying, and after that you called me dumb, and after that, stupid," I continued smirking as I saw the annoyance on his face. "You obviously thought I was incompetent...And now you study with me? Obviously, I can't be stupid, if the Uchiha Sasuke, accepts help from me!"

My taunt turned into a glare (not because I was still pissed at him-definitely not) and continued, "Not only did you study with me, remember we were dating? Bad judgment on my part, or were you regretting it too?"

I couldn't stop, I couldn't control them, "I deserve an award for putting up with a stinking asshole that is terribly inconsiderate of other people's feelings! God help the woman who has to spend the rest of her life with you!"

In a moment he had crossed over to me, grabbing my wrist, "Enough."

I had been waiting for him to snap and this was perfect, "No, I think there is more I can rub in-" There were no tingles running up and down my spine just at his touch, none at all. It all didn't make sense. What was I saying?

"Cut it out, you guys," Naruto walked in sleepy eyed, clad in orange flannel pajama bottoms, "We have exams soon and I'd like to cram in a bit more over breakfast." He strode past Sasuke, grabbing the box of cereal and milk from the refrigerator, "And I suggest you two do the same."

Sending a glare at the thick chemistry book, Naruto sat down, "Sakura-chan, sit next to me."

At the sight of Naruto struggling to understand the concept, I yanked my wrist out of Sasuke's hold, saying in the same snooty voice from 14 years ago, "Excuse me," and strode past him, shoving against his shoulders to help Naruto.

The seat next to him was cold, and absently I watched Sasuke as Naruto struggled with Molarity. He leaned against the counter waiting for the coffee. Taking the chance to look him over, I stared at his face, tracing the image of each structure with my eyes for the first time in a month. As if feeling my stare, he opened his eyes directly at me and furious with myself I fought the illogical urge to blush and blinked, turning back to Naruto. Sighing, I said, "Naruto, that's enough, you'll be fine-" he had slumped against the table. Grabbing his bowl and mine, I walked next to Sasuke and pressed my hand against my forehead.

"I'm tired," I said evenly, leaning against him for warmth and we were touching more than we had.

"Hn."

Mumbling, "And obviously I'm not weak, I'm strong enough to sit through teaching Naruto..."

The doorbell rang, startling me. As if remembering who I was and who he was, I pushed myself away and opened the door to see Karin. "Naru..." she pushed up her glasses and stumbled through her words, "Oh, I uh thought that Naruto would be here, I actually need a ride, because um my car broke..." she trailed off, looking at her feet. Surprised and fully unhappy to see her here, I turned and called his name.

Naruto awoke with a start and at the sight of Karin, his face darkened, "What are you doing here?" he muttered joining my side, and I placed my arm around him protectively, soothing his anger. She looked at me, her face fighting the jealousy.

Softly, she said, "I need a ride and I didn't know who else to ask in the building."

Naruto's face contorted into one of disbelief, he muttered to me, "Go wait in the kitchen with Sasuke." Nodding, I backed away slowly, curious as to what was about to happen.

Sasuke was drinking a cup of coffee with one hand, and with the other, he held the Calculus book, skimming over the chapter lazily, "Karin's here," I informed, taking the book out his hand. He looked at me as if to say "So?"

Rolling my eyes, I took another cup and poured the coffee from the pot. "Aren't you going to go out there?"

"No," he answered shortly.

"You suck as a best friend, you know," I sighed leaning against the counter next to him. My free hand brushed his and I ignored the tingles running down my body this time, "You suck even more as an ex-fiancé," I held my breath as I decided to play this off as cool, as if our past relationship had been nothing to me, which was a lie he and I both knew to be true.

"Hn." He moved away from me, and I glared, this mere movement affecting me more than anything; it left my throat dry.

"What? You don't have a response to that? Aren't you going to tell me what a terrible 'Uchiha matriarch' I would have been? Are you not going to comment on how I was insulted by your father as you stood there…just stood there…you just stood there after he…" I trailed off, taking in a ragged breath, "Asshole," I finished my rant.

"Nevermind," I said softly, settling back to not caring about him, "You wouldn't care."

We could hear Naruto argue with Karin angrily. The silence in the kitchen, with him-always with him, wasn't something new.

"Sakura," I turned, surprised to see he had responded. The angry flush in my cheeks darkened as I fell for him again, "You aren't weak." The first tear fell, but I refused for the second one to fall.

"Yes, in a way, I am," resigning to accept the fact I was, I wiped my face with the back of my hands, "I still cry for you sometimes," I informed turning away from him, "not that you deserve them."

He touched my shoulder and I shrugged it away and took a deep breath. "Don't touch me," I murmured, "I can't control my reactions when you do." He didn't listen and gripped me.

I looked behind and my lower lip trembled. It had been only a month since then, the wounds were still fresh. His hand skimmed my cheek, tracing a line down my jaw before lightly passing my trembling lips. My eyes didn't leave his troubled ones. I leaned closer, heart beating too fast, eager to make contact. Even then, I knew I was being stupid for allowing him to have access.

...

"Why are you standing in front of me?" my voice didn't come out harsh enough. She was taken a back, why she was surprised baffled me.

"I uh n-need a ride," she stuttered, hugging herself, suddenly afraid.

With disbelief, I looked at her, "And what makes you think that I'd give you a ride?"

She suddenly looked at me, spilling all the regret she had through her eyes, too bad I didn't care anymore. "Naruto, look I'm really sorry for all the things I did, but can you please just…just forgive me?" she pleaded.

She searched my eyes with hers, desperate for forgiveness, but I couldn't find anything inside of me to give her what she wanted. There had been too much anger inside of me and I could still feel the remains of that anger. Sakura-chan was still inside, hurting and all I had done was comfort her, offer her a place when her life had fallen apart and this foolish girl in front of me – her jealousy running in overdrive took this as a sign of unfaithfulness causing her to run into some other man's arms. She was sorry? No, she was heartless and selfish.

"Are you sorry?" she nodded looking up hopefully.

"Because I'm not," I ended cruelly, "and I suggest you leave now."

She looked at me with shocked, sad eyes. I crossed my arms and waited for her to leave. She fiddled with the frames of her glasses, a habit I knew she'd do when she was nervous.

"A-All right, I'll just…" I didn't give her the chance to finish, closing the door as soon as she had turned her back. I knew what she had to say, but that didn't mean I had to forgive her.

...

"Can you believe her? She dares to as-" Naruto's mouth fell open and he strode across the room and tore me away from Sasuke's touch. He wrapped an arm around my waist, shielding me from Sasuke, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Naruto's eyebrows furrowed. I took a deep breath pushing the desire back into the memories I had suppressed.

"You're not allowed to touch her damn it!"

I stood on my toes to peek over Naruto's shoulder and saw the scene before me. Sasuke's face was calm whereas Naruto was shaking angrily. My arms snaked around him and I pressed my cheeks into his shoulder blades. "Stop," I whispered soothingly. Naruto whipped his head around, "But, he can't do that to you!"

"I know…" I breathed in. After a minute, Naruto placed one hand on mine, calming down. Here, I felt protected from Sasuke and his stupid self-seeking family.

Sasuke cleared his throat, "We should leave."

"All right," Naruto breathed, letting go of his hold on me to go change, leaving me with Sasuke again. Wearily, I sat down in the chair, remembering my hate.

Flashback

"Do you think she's good for you?" Not giving his youngest son the chance to answer, he continued, "Do you think she can handle being an Uchiha? Does she know that this isn't a game?"

"Fugaku," Mikoto grabbed her husband's shirt from behind.

Ignoring his wife, he glared at his son, "What made you think of such a preposterous idea? You dared to give her the ring without even asking us, your parents?"

"Tou-san-" Sasuke murmured, pulling me close. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I looked past his father's face to the box of spilt invites to our wedding. The pink paper to the invitation lay torn on the floor, and the glass frame with a picture of us shattered in pieces. The maids came, silent, to clean the mess. I gripped Sasuke, feeling faint.

"Sasuke, my son," Fugaku-san's voice resolved, "you can't break the contract we made years ago, you can't…the corporation won't stand if you do," his voice pleaded and I felt Sasuke's hold on me lax, and in turn I tightened mine. "We worked too hard for you to fail us, please reconsider your decision and when you have done so, come meet me in my office. Mikoto, lets go." He nodded to me before sweeping upstairs.

The sob that had built up let go and I ran to the broken pieces to grab an invitation. It said, quoting me,

The oath I took in the second grade lays broken, the cootie shot long forgotten, the name calling put to a halt as love sprang between us.

You are cordially invited to witness Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura join in holy matrimony.

Sasuke knelt next to me and said, "Come."

I didn't even realize that I had started crying until I felt Sasuke kneel before me to wipe my face with his thumb. I looked at him with all the hate I could build, and slapped his hand away. "You can't keep doing this, you can't. It's hard for me to hate you when you're like this and I hate you, a lot, I hate you so much, so much."

He pulled me up as he stood, standing close to me, "Don't hate me," he said softly.

Looking up to see what was once mine, I felt another wave of tears crash down on me, "I have to, I have to, I can't," my voice broke and I tried again, "I can't forget you if I don't hate you. I can't move on," I said weakly, touching his cheek.

My fingertips lingered as I stepped back

...

The car ride was silent because that idiot-who-happens-to-be-my-bestfriend's car wouldn't turn on. I sat in the back seat of Sasuke's car, leaning my head against the window, ignoring their name callings in the front. It all would have been normal, the driving, the laughter, the togetherness,

Sighing lightly against the window, frosting up the window, I absently drew a heart with a line down the middle, absently, before shaking my head and erasing it. I looked over to see if they had seen it. Thank God they were too engrossed in their amiable discussion. I sent a glare at the back of Naruto's head. He was supposed to be on my side-helping me hurt Sasuke. Naruto was an important factor in my life and supposedly he was important in Sasuke's life. I needed, so badly, for that orange-loving-prat to be on my side. Without him I would lose the one connection that would let me hate Sasuke and love him at the same time.

We arrived thirty minutes early, too early to go wait outside in the cold. Shivering I hugged my body. Sasuke must have seen that for what he said next, warmed my heart, "We'll wait in the car." Naruto shouted his approval. I sent a look of surprise in Sasuke's direction with an eyebrow raised, but he ignored me.

It wasn't five minutes of silence, "Hey teme," Naruto's voice was serious, "isn't that Hitomi?"

Just at the mere mention of my name I felt my heart stop beating and tears prickle the corner of my eyes. Just her fucking name.

There was a pause before I heard him, "Hn." I knew what was going through Naruto's mind and it embarrassed me. Poor, poor, Sakura-chan.

Pretending not to love someone anymore hurts a lot, especially when that someone is within your reach. A lump formed in my throat as I heard him roll down his window.

"Sasuke-kun, Ohayo." Her voice was soft and low just like his. The jealousy built up easily.

She acknowledged Naruto and me, the pathetic girl in the back seat, with a nod before turning back to Sasuke.

"Sasuke-kun, your father wants us to meet him for dinner to continue making wedding plans."

They were making wedding plans together! Naruto craned his neck to look at him. It was difficult to breathe. Stifling a sob with a cough, I mouthed, "Excuse me."

Sasuke ignored me, "Aa. I'll see you there." Whatever part of me still clung to the hate fell open to jealousy and hurt. The mixture caused my eyes to grow heavy and my heart pounded in my chest, hard and fast, I wanted to rip it out so I couldn't feel anymore.

"I'll see you then," she hesitated before kissing his cheek and left.

Never mind, she wasn't sweet. She was a backstabbing bitch. A whore. A slut. A damned bitch.

I glared at him with so much despise. My face was contorted in fury, but the hurt was still there. It always was. "Naruto," I gritted out. He turned to face me, face blank. "I want to leave this crummy piece of junk."

He nodded, opening the door and jumped out. Helping me out he muttered, "Jackass," before leading me to our class, leaving him behind in his stupid car to wallow over the misery he caused us.

I naturally stiffened when he took the seat next to me (as assigned) and stared straight ahead. Disappointed, because I couldn't even ignore him and because he was ignoring me, I opened my book loudly, making a loud racket causing Ryuu to turn in his seat to look back at me.

I glared at him but he looked next to me and whispered small, "Ohhh…" before turning around minding his business.

Our professor passed out the exam, hesitating over our seating arrangement. I was aware of him at all times. I could feel his warmth radiating off his body. I could sense him breathing. I could hear his soft pencil markings, imagining the small neat writing that he produced. The smell of his cologne invaded my smell. He was imposing in my territory without even doing anything besides existing.

I was so completely thankful for our break. With haste, I gathered my handbag and ran out of the room to where Naruto was waiting for me.

"Maan, that was fucking hard!" Naruto whined, linking arms with me. We walked out into the cold at our break.

My teeth chattered, "Y-Yeah." I stopped in my tracks to watch the interaction between Sasuke and Hitomi. My heart hurt and Naruto saw why I had stopped and rotated me, so I was facing him. I tried to give a small smile, but I failed. "Na-Naruto, I-I want to leave, it was awful in there. I couldn't think about anything b-but him..." I couldn't speak properly, finishing off lamely.

"You can't, Sakura-chan, we still have the rest of the exam," his voice was soft and caring, but it wasn't the one I wanted to hear. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against his chest annoyed that I still wanted the impossible.

Kissing my cheek, he stroked my hair tenderly. The action nearly reduced me, but I reminded myself that the past was the past and I couldn't do anything to change it, no matter how badly I wanted too.

We trekked back in the room, through the snow and I took my seat besides Sasuke, unfortunately, I couldn't escape the hold he had on me. I didn't look at him choosing to glare a hole into the desk in front of me. When his knee accidentally touched mine, I moved my leg in such a manner that should have been considered rude

Our professor hadn't arrived and I leaned my head back to take a deep breath.

Starting what I thought to be a conversation that would take place between two friends, I asked, "So…how is Hitomi-san?" It was hard to keep the jealousy out of my voice, but I did so and congratulated myself silently

He sighed heavily, knowing me too well, "You don't have to do this." Hah! There was nothing behind my question aside from curiosity (Lies, Lies, Lies).

"Do what? I'm striking up a friendly conversation that would take place between two friends," I said emotionlessly matching him tone for tone.

As if tired of my behavior the past few days, he said, "She's fine," ending the conversation.

I don't know why but I couldn't stop myself and knowing I was digging my grave I said nastily, "I'm assuming that your father likes her, because I'm sure you introduced her so you wouldn't make the same mistake," I couldn't keep the bitterness out of my voice, "Oh, I forgot, he's the one that chose her for you," I finished bravely, not knowing why I couldn't keep my conversation light like I had wanted.

He didn't say anything, but I didn't stop, "When's the wedding? I haven't gotten an invitation, or have you two not gone shopping yet? Or am I not going to get an invite? Because God forbid that I deserve one…" I alleged sharply holding the stinging bite of hurt to myself.

He turned to look at me annoyed, "Don't start this here."

"Oh right, I'll start it somewhere else! Because you are free after class, free to talk to me," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes, "this week was the most I've seen of you since...and that was only because of exams! And…and As a friend I will say that I missed talking to you, so excuse me for complaining a little."

Our professor entered at the exact moment when Sasuke muttered, "Drama queen," under his breath. I saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward at my cross look and suddenly I felt as if I had gone too far into this little charade when I felt my heart bloom.

He cornered me after class, pulling me across the hall, pushing past the crowd. He ignored my surprised yelp when I dropped my books.

"S-Sasuke-kun!" I let out accidentally. In turn, he tightened his grip and opened the door to the empty room shoving me inside.

He closed the door behind me, I watched him watch me. I was out of breath but wasn't scared. It was Sasuke, after all. Even though I loathed his very being, I trusted him not to hurt me, but I didn't understand why he did this and hissed angrily as he took a step forward, "What the hell are you doing?"

Running a hand through his hair and he pulled me against him, pressing his mouth to my neck. I could feel him smirk tiredly, when I let out a confused whimper. "You wanted to talk, so now here is your chance." He ran his hands up my side, across my back and to her hair. I shuddered nervously and looked at the wall behind him with wide eyes.

"W-What are you doing?" I placed a hand palm on his chest, trying to find the strength to push him back.

As if he hadn't heard my question, he looked down at me gripping my hair in his hands, "You make it seem as if I had a choice in the matter," he murmured, releasing my strands before trailing his hand down to my cheek. I trembled.

Softer he said, "The contract with Hitomi was made when I was five, I can't do anything about it."

Disappointed, I looked down, "I wish that I had never met you (Lie!)."

He released me after that, knowing why I said that.

He had watched my crestfallen expression, he had heard me cry, he saw me become almost lifeless because of him.

Bitterly, he stepped back, "If I had the choice, it would be you, always you."

...

I sat down in the grass, leaning against the tree when the familiar red head came and sat next to me. She just plopped down next to me, "You know, Sakura?"

"What?" I spat out.

"You and I are more alike than you would have thought we'd ever be."

Before I could angrily retort, she continued, "Sasuke left you for Hitomi and Naruto left me because I made a mistake. It sucks to be the rejected doesn't it? When I first saw your reaction to Sasuke breaking up with you, I thought that you were stupid, but now, Sakura, I understand exactly how you feel."

Spitefully, I retorted, "We won't ever be the same, you can't compare me to you. Naruto-kun left you because you cheated, Sasuke," I took a deep breath before saying for the first time aloud, "left me because he was already arranged." The words tasted harsh in my mouth and I regretted saying them in front of Karin.

She looked at me pitifully, "Sakura, and what are you doing? You ran to Naruto right after he broke up with you." With one last glance she strode away from me, leaving me to ponder her words. She cheated on Naruto so he left her. I never had done anything to Sasuke, so why was it that we couldn't be together.

"Yo, what was that about?" Naruto took Karin's place.

Suspiciously, I said, "What did you hear?"

He leaned back against the tree on the other side crossing his arms behind his head, "Nothing."

Silently I cursed myself, "Naruto, I'm such a loser, you left Karin because she's a cheating whore," he chuckled at this, "but Sasuke left me because of his stupid family, and she says that we are similar...and you know what? We are! Both of us are pathetic wrecks and it's not fair that I have to be one too, because I didn't even cheat!"

I crawled over to Naruto's side, "What do you have to say to that?"

"I don't know, Sakura-chan, I don't know."

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