Hello every one! First thing's first. This is not my original story. The original author of this story decided not to finish it so I took it. The author knows this so I am rewriting her plot. Of course I will add my own ideas to this story but the core and plot belong to -Gothic-Porcelain-. Well, shall we begin?

Disclaimer: I do not own the plot or Naruto.

No more.

She had tried to ignore him. Hope he was just going through a phase. Maybe it would get better.

A girl can dream can't she?

He had told her he loved her. That he always would. She had believed him. He had told her he would stop. She had believed that too. Now…look at them.

All the promises he had made to her…they happy life, a happy home, a loving husband…all of it…fraud.

He broke every promise he made with no remorse. No caring.

He had claimed he would never hurt her again, never leave her again.

What pretty words. What pretty, empty, meaningless words.

Sakura tried to be a goof wife. She thought she did s fairly decent job. But still…the pain did not end. He would go behind her back. She would over look it, hoping to save her excuse of a marriage. He constantly was slinking around with other girls, yet he still expected her unwavering love. So she gave it to him.

Sakura really thought she was good. She would let Sasuke have his way with her whenever he wanted. It didn't matter if she had had a terrible day. It didn't matter if she had just gotten back from a mission. It didn't matter if she was have conscious. Nothing seemed to matter to him. Well…it mattered to her.

Sakura had just gotten back from a grueling S class mission. As she dragged her heeled feet to the Uchiha compound, her blood soaked Anbu armor weighing her down, she could only think of crawling into their feather bed…and sleeping. Her mind and body were almost numb but she managed to slide open the door and fall onto their couch.

Sakura had never been found of the house. It was plain, simple. Dreary. The walls were a bleak grey, like a prison. The ceiling was black, like inevitable rain. The floors didn't have a scrap of carpet or rug, it was barren, like a dessert. No…deserts are warm. This place held no warmth. There was hardly any furniture. If one did happen to stumble across any it would be black, or grey. Sakura had tried to freshen up. She had picked flowers and brought them in one day. She remembered it vividly, as if it were saved in a special part of her mind. She had placed her flowers in a white face. They were the only splash of color in the house…besides her. She hoped her husband would notice and smile. When he walked in though, all he had said was "I hate the smell of flowers".

Sakura chuckled humorlessly as she unlaced her thigh length boots. She unbuckled her chest armor and skirt then neatly folded them. Perfectly. It had to be perfect. As she stood in her rain soaked red zip up shirt and black shorts she heard moaning.

Oh no.

Each step up the stairs was a knife in her back, a piece of her already damaged heart, torn. As she neared the bedroom, her bed room, their bedroom, she prayed she would be noticed. Sensed. But of course she had no such luck. The moans and creaks of abused wood grew louder as she grew nearer. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her toes touched the door.

Sakura took a deep breath and let her fingertips brush against the door. It was wood…oak. The strongest of all wood. As she let her forehead rest against it she felt almost secure. The wood would not bend, it wouldn't betray her. Yet it could still splinter and break. Sakura knew it would be best if she went back down stairs and pretended this didn't happen, but she couldn't. The lies, the deception, they had to be stopped. Sakura closed her eyes and snatched at the handle, and opened the door.

She had suspected what she found…sort of…but it didn't stop the hurt.

Inside she found her best friend Ino and her husband Sasuke grinding against each other, moaning in pleasure. They didn't notice her, so she stood there, stunned, having to watch the scene unfold. Sasuke had Ino on her back and he was on top of her, pounding into her as if his life depended on it. When Sakura finally got her voice, she could only utter one word.

"Sasuke…"

Both of them turned to her in horror at being caught. Sakura couldn't tear her eyes off of Sasuke's naked from, even paler in the grey room. They both quickly jumped up and hurried to put back on their discarded clothes. Sakura had been gone almost two weeks. What had happened? Sakura found her voice and decided to ask questions, but she could only make small words.

"How long…?" she asked softly.

They both looked at her with a mixture of shame and guilt.

"Sakura…" Sasuke started.

"How long?" she asked more forcefully.

Sasuke looked down, defeated.

"All week" he said stiffly, avoiding her eyes.

"All week…" Sakura repeated softly.

She closed her eyes and smiled. The smile held no warmth though. She was smiling at the shear irony of the situation. She laughed softly and shook her head.

"Over…" she whispered.

She could feel both of them looking at her, so she new they heard her.

"Sakura, please-"Sasuke said, advancing toward her in only a pair of sweat pants. They were grey of course.

"I'll have the divorce papers on the counter tomorrow. I'll be gone when you get up, so please just turn them in" she said, turning away from them. The smell of sex was choking her.

"Won't you at least sleep up here? We can work this out!" Sasuke said.

"I refuse to sleep in a bed where my husband and friend defiled it in my absence" Sakura hissed coldly.

That seemed to shut them both up. Sakura gave a small sigh of defeat, surrendering to the cruelty of the universe, and she returned down stairs.

Sasuke had not meant for this to happen. He felt the stabbing of guilt in his chest as he watched his blossom haired wife retreat down stairs. He attempted to find a bright side in the situation. As Ino left he grabbed her ass and gave it a small squeeze. She looked at him like she couldn't believe he wasn't devastated. Maybe he was. What did she know? Sasuke sat down on his bed and covered his face with his hands.

What he couldn't believe was that Sakura, weak as she was, hadn't shed a single tear. She had not cried for herself. Had he killed her that much? Sasuke sat back on the bed and closed his eyes. She would be there in the morning, making him his black coffee. He laughed slightly at the thought of it. She was always adding sugar, milks, and creams to hers to make it flavorful and sweet. Why not just take it as it is? Just take the bitter brew and enjoy the taste of its harshness. He never understood it.

When Sasuke awoke he rolled over, expecting to be able to pull Sakura's lithe form to him, but he grabbed nothing but cold air. Sasuke sat up, slightly alarmed. She must just be down stairs, like she always was. She had to be. It had to be perfect. Sasuke didn't rush and he took his shower, brushed his teeth and then meandered down the stairs.

He mentally joked to himself that if Sakura ever really did leave, he wouldn't have to hide is intimacy with Ino…yet that pang of guilt was still there. When he went into the kitchen he found papers on the counter. He ominously picked them up and his grip tightened around the papers. They were clearly divorce papers…and Sakura had already signed.

Sasuke had to pull up a chair and sit down. It had finally dawned on him.

She had truly left him.

Yes, this is a bit darker than what I usually write but I like it. Please review me! And remember, -Gothic-Porcelain- came up with this wonderful plot. I simply adopted it and made it mine.