"If I don't say this now, I will surely break…."


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"What would you have become if you weren't a ninja?" Sakura asked as she briskly walked by Sasuke. Sasuke was dressed in very casual attire as he leaned against her counter in her kitchen. It was an oddly warm November afternoon, and Sakura had decided to bake cookies. Usually, Sasuke wouldn't stick around to watch her bake since it was as boring as watching grass grow, but he did just recently try to murder her, so he felt somewhat obliged to watch her.

"That's a stupid question." Sasuke replied bitterly. Sakura briefly paused from icing her cookie and looked up at him incredulously. Sasuke cleared his throat at her odd stare, and his eyes dropped to observe her legs. Since it was such a warm day, everyone in the village had taken the liberty of wearing summer like clothing, when it actuality it was pretty close to winter. Sakura had chosen to wear a pale green summer dress that ended right above her knees. But it wasn't long enough to cover the bandages and the bruises that hadn't healed yet. Sasuke's eyes hardened and he rubbed the back of his neck unconsciously. "A policeman."

"Really?" Sakura giggled a bit to herself. "That's almost one and the same thing."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is." She argued. "That's like me saying that I would want to become a doctor if I wasn't a medic-nin already."

Sasuke scoffed at her, "Okay what would you be then?"

Sakura's smile grew tenfold, "I would totally be a singer."

Sasuke blinked, "You can't sing."

"I know." She retorted as she placed the next batch of cookies into the oven. She closed it and took off her gloves. "That's obviously why I'm not one. But if I could sing, I would become a musical artist." She walked up to him and placed her face two inches away from his own. Sasuke froze, quite surprised by her proximity.

"What?" He snarled at her. He watched her as her bright green eyes scanned his own, but just the intensity of her stare caused his Sharigan to activate involuntarily. He then pulled back heatedly once he felt his mark start to burn. "What are you doing?" He emphasized again, clearly irritated.

"I'm just checking to make sure that you're not crossed eyed, so you can become a pilot if you wish."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at her, aggravated and swiftly stepped away from her. "Why the fuck would I want to be a pilot?"

Sakura shrugged. "It'll be different."

Sasuke scoffed at her, "I'd rather have my Sharigan fucking fall out of my eyes than become a man that flies planes as a living."


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"Oh oh oh, be my baby…."

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Sasuke walked quietly behind Orochimaru in his dark moist layer. The entire building was made out of cold dark stone and the only light that emitted into the place was the soft orange glow coming from the torches that had been lined up meticulously against the wall. Sasuke felt a soft hand squeeze his palm, but he disregarded it. For he already knew that it was Sakura clinging desperately to him, almost begging him to change his mind.

"Please." He heard her plead behind him. "Sasuke-kun you don't have to do this." But Sasuke ignored her. Because he knew what he had to. There was no way he could go back to Konoha with the pink haired female after Orochimaru murdered her son. There was no way his stomach would be able to handle that, and listen to her sobs 24/7 for the next 365 days, fuck no.

"Shut up." He hissed at her and loosened the grip she had on her arm. "It's my decision." He stopped walking as soon as Orochimaru halted before a wooden door. Orochimaru looked back at the couple and smiled sadistically. He then shifted Hisoka's body that had been casually thrown over his shoulder and opened the wooden door.

"Kabuto's already waiting for you." His smile grew, and his slick pink tongue swiftly brushed along his bottom lip. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at him and used his free arm to pry Sakura off his left arm.

"Let go." He ordered turning around to look intently at her. Her green eyes had overflowed with so many tears that her eyes actually looked like pale blue. "Sakura," He emphasized again, he snatched his arm back, and gently placed Sakura's arm back at her side. "Stop it."

Sakura sniffed, "S-S-Sasuke-kun…" She started. She looked up at him and tried her best to hold her tears back. But she couldn't. "…I-I don't want you to do this because of me."

"I'm not." Sasuke lied.

Sakura looked back up at him pitifully and used the back of her palm to wipe the tears from her face. "You're such a liar." She mumbled to herself, but Sasuke heard her.

Orochimaru tapped his foot impatiently. "Sasuke-kun, I do not like to wait."

"I don't like to be rushed." Sasuke retorted. He then turned back to Sakura, and shrugged half-heartedly. "I'll see you in a bit." He said reassuringly. Sakura's bottom lip quivered, but fought her hardest to hold her sobs back again. Sasuke had just lied to her again.

"I'll see you in a bit."

No he wouldn't. He wouldn't be seeing anything for a long time and it was all because of her.

To hide the sudden surge of sadness that overwhelmed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. "I love you so much." She whispered into his ear. Sasuke wrapped his arms around her tiny frame and grabbed a lock of her pink hair. He held her soft pink hair into the dim light, but it didn't do it any justice. And of course it wouldn't, it was just his luck. The last time he got to see Sakura, it was in horrible lighting.


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"But I won't hesitate no more…"

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"It's nice to see you again, Sasuke." Sasuke sat himself into a wooden medical chair. He shifted a bit to see if he could find a comfortable position, but unfortunately he couldn't.

"Unfortunately, I do not feel the same." He replied sarcastically. He eyed the medical equipment on the stool next to his head and scrunched his nose in disgust. All there was a jar, dusty bowl, some liquid and a spoon. "Is this what you're going to use?"

"Yes." Kabuto replied calmly, rinsing his hands under an unsanitary faucet. He then walked over to Sasuke and strapped his arms and legs into chakra drainers which were then attached to the wooden chair. Sasuke's eyebrow twitched.

"Just give me the fucking anesthetics, so I can pass the fuck out and sleep."

Kabuto chuckled softly. "That was actually a funny one."

"What?"

Kabuto placed the spoon over a small flame and once it was heated turned to look at him. There was an odd glare on his glasses that hid his eyes from Sasuke. "Sasuke, we're not using any drugs for you."


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"If every simple song I wrote to you could take your breath away…"

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Sakura sat on a hard metal chair that Orochimaru had so kindly brought out for her. Her tiny palms were placed harshly against her ears to block out the terrifying screams of Sasuke in pain. Every time he shouted she felt a thousand needles stab her in the neck. She had chills run down her esophagus and goose bumps crawl up her arm. She knew very well that he was trying to hold back, most of his shouts of pain were restrained grunts or sharp intakes of breath.

"GYAHHHHHH!"

Sakura bit down harshly on her cheek. "Oh my gosh…." She cried out, tapping her foot anxiously. The only other time she has ever heard Sasuke actually exclaim out in pain this loudly was when they were 12. Back in the day when they were in the forest of death and Orochimaru had just bit him, but at least that time she was there to hold is hand. But feeling helpless wasn't even the worse feeling. The worst part about all this was that he was doing this because of her. Regardless of what he says she could bet anything that was the reason. Sakura covered her ears again as another earsplitting scream was heard.


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"Your annoyance is my weakness."


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"Fuck this, Sakura. Do you have an idea how much shit I've been through just looking for you?"


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"I have a preposition for you, marry me."


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"You always manage to get tangled into my life."


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"It's a shame, isn't?"

Sakura removed her hands from her ears and looked up at the man that has caused nearly more than half of the problems in her life. She wiped her nose with the back of hand and narrowed her eyes at him.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, clearly agitated.

Orochimaru smirked, "What Sasuke-kun has to go through because of you." Sakura's stare wasn't as harsh as usual and slowly returned her gaze back to the cobblestone ground. But Orochimaru didn't take her silence as a sign for him to remain quiet; instead he used her silence to his advantage. "His life would have been so much easier if you weren't around, don't you think?"

"Don't you think his life would have been so much easier if you weren't around?" Sakura snapped back at him.

Orochimaru chuckled, "I helped him become stronger. Or did you forget? He was on the path of meeting the only goal he had, defeating his brother. That's all he wanted to do. And he ran into you, little cherry blossom. I feel like you did more harm than I did."

"N-no, I didn't. That's not true! There's no way I've been more harmful to Sasuke-kun, then you have!" Sakura covered her ears again as another deafening scream reached her ears. This scream died off though with a soft grunt. Sakura snapped her head up and reached for the door. There was no way she could sit idly while Sasuke suffered because of her.

"Sasuke would never had his eyes taken out for anyone else. It seems like he would even die for you, if you asked him to."

Sakura's body froze before she shoved the door open, and Orochimaru could tell that he had finally broken her down.

"Just bring me my child once this is over." She whispered, and pushed open the door.


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"With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and right now all I want to see is a sky full of lighters…"

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Sakura ran towards Sasuke who was slumped over in a medical chair. She placed her hands on his neck, and felt a small pulse. She let out a small sigh of relief and noticed that at least Kabuto had the nobility to cover his eyes with bandages so she wouldn't have to stare at black empty sockets.

"Yeah, it was kind creepy just staring into nothingness." Kabuto called out, as if he read her mind. He was standing off to the side, using a paper towel to wipe off the blood from his jar that contained a pair of eyes. Sakura ignored him, mostly because of the fact that Kabuto caressing Sasuke's eyes was just fucking disturbing, and partly because the love of her life just got his eyes taken out for her. How many girls could say that?

She looked back at Sasuke and brushed some of his bangs away from his sweaty forehead and kissed him gently. "Bring me Hisoka." Sakura whispered.

"What?" Kabuto asked. He was too busy polishing his jar and completely blanked Sakura out.

"Bring me my son!" She shouted placing her head on Sasuke's shirt. She gripped the fabric and started crying. "J-just give me my son, and let us go home!" She shouted at him hysterically.

Orochimaru walked into the room with Hisoka draped over his shoulder, and casually strolled over to Sakura's side. "Take him." He said tossing the limp body at the couple. Sakura lifted her head in time to catch Hisoka in her arms. Orochimaru then swiftly turned to Kabuto and nodded his head hastily. And before Sakura could even process what happened, Kabuto had tossed the jar containing Sasuke's eyes at Orochimaru, and pressed a small black button that Sakura hadn't noticed when she had come in.

As soon as his finger had pressed the button, he and Orochimaru preformed similar hand signals, and then just like that, they were gone. Sakura blinked slightly confused, but then glanced down at the weight she was holding in her hands.

"FUCK!" She bellowed vociferously. Her son, which she thought had been holding, and transformed into a life size dummy with a bomb attached to the front. She tossed the doll to the side, too panicked to even be bothered by the fact that Orochimaru and Kabuto had just played her. She reached over to Sasuke and placed his unconscious body on her back. She gritted her teeth as his weight nearly crushed her tiny body but couldn't complain about it right now. She glanced at the timer on the dummy. "Thirty seconds left." She mumbled to herself. Just enough time to get out of Orochimaru's layer, but not enough time to hunt down Orochimaru for Hisoka or Sasuke's eyes.


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"I don't want nobody else, without you there's no one left…"

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"Hey, how's he doing?"

"He hasn't woken yet."

"Oh." The voice paused. "Well you should get some sleep, Sakura-chan."

"I can't."

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Sasuke could hear the voices distantly in the foregrounds of his mind. He could feel that his body wanted to respond to it, that he wanted to wake up. But another part of him didn't want to. When one sleeps they're free from all responsibilities that they may hold in their own lives. Sasuke's life was just way too stressful at the moment. Dealing with psychotic walking snakes and his demented sidekick, or his older brother that was seriously going to die of old age before Sasuke got the chance to wipe him off the face of the earth was just overwhelming him. As well, now he has to deal with a younger version of himself being confused as fuck about who he really is. OH. And he's blind. Fucking brilliant.

But then he heard her crying.

He heard that annoying sound she makes once she's been crying for 24 hours or more, and her throats become all raspy and dry. Her nose will probably be shot red, and at this point she wouldn't really mind that she'd had have snot all over her face. And he absolutely hated it when she behaved like that.

"Stop crying." He coughed as soon as he said it though, because his throat felt like it hadn't been used in months.

"Oh my gosh!" He heard her cried out. He felt her fragile fingers brush against his face and felt her drop her head on his chest. Her hair tickled her neck. "Sa-Sa-Sasuke! I'm so sorry." She bellowed into his chest. He could literally feel her soaking her shirt. Sasuke used his fingers to caress her back in a way to comfort her.

"Calm down. You have your son now." He said, with his throat burning with each syllable he spoke. "Can you get me something to drink?" He spoke up suddenly. But Sakura hadn't moved from his chest. She had stopped crying, but she was still had her fingers entangled in his shirt. "Sakura?"

"Hey Teme, I got you some water instead for when you woke up." Sasuke could recognize that voice from a mile away. But he was somewhat startled that he was in the room, and had just been letting Sakura bawl her eyes out for however long she'd been crying for.

"Naruto." He stated more than asked. "Who else is in here?"

"Just me, Naruto Uzumaki!" But even his usual enthusiasm had faded. Sasuke felt Naruto gently lift Sakura off of him. "Here let me help you sit up." Sasuke scoffed in annoyance, but figured he didn't have much choice. At the moment he was blind, and until he could figure out how to deal with it, he needed help getting around. Once Naruto helped him sit up, he felt a straw gently nudge the bottom of his lips and Sasuke gladly took received it, finishing the glass in two seconds.

"Whoa," Naruto chuckled softly. But even that small laughter was a bit off. "I'm going to head to the kitchen down the hall to grab you more."

Sasuke nodded in agreement and waited until he heard the door close. "I apologize." He blurted. He felt Sakura take hold of his hand.

"F-For what? What could you be possibly sorry for?"

He paused before he said anything, and gently played with her delicate hands. He never appreciated how amazing her hands were before. Back when he could see, he would be so mesmerized by the contrast with her eyes and her hair. Even her smile would distract him and capture his heart for a couple moments every day. But her skin, just the texture of her skin was just astonishing. "The screaming. That wasn't meant for you to hear." He paused. "Kabuto's a fucking asshole. He didn't bother to use any pain killer or-fuck it. I just didn't think you should hear that." He heard Sakura sniffle.

"Oh Sasuke…" he heard her start. But Sasuke squeezed her hand.

"Stop it. Don't cry." Sasuke interrupted, "How's Hisoka?" But as soon as the words left his mouth, they were replaced with her lips. Sasuke responded by kissing her back, but something didn't feel right. He hadn't been physical with her in a while, but he definitely knew how they were supposed to feel. He felt her slowly breakaway from him, but he could sense her lips mere centimeters from his.

"Sasuke-kun, I can't be with you anymore." He felt her arms tremble in his hands. Sasuke's breath got caught in his voice.

"Wait," He paused. "What?"

He heard her inhale, as if she was gaining all her courage. "Hisoka isn't with me. Orochimaru tricked us about three weeks ago, and-and I can't do this anymore. I can't be with you."

"You're fucking joking." Sasuke spat. To start things off, they weren't even officially seeing each other. But at the same time, it was like they were always together, always bonded. Regardless of the 'title' that was placed on them as a couple. Second…what in the world? Hisoka wasn't with her? There was not fucking way that Orochimaru just walked away with his damn eyes and that stupid bastard. He took his hand out of her hold and ran his hands through his hair, yanking them at their roots. "You're not serious."

"I am." He heard her soft voice. "I-I can't be with you anymore. You were right, we're not healthy."

"Shit…" Sasuke just kept repeating incoherently to himself. "Shit."

" I don't even love you anymore."


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"hahaha! Sasuke-kun I'll love you forever and ever!"

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"What?" Sasuke spat. "What the hell are you saying?"

"I don't love you." He heard her scoot her chair back suddenly. "I need to go now." He heard her soft footsteps fly across the room and out the door. Sasuke remained in his bed in uttermost shock. He literally just felt like his insides and been squeezed and hung to dry. He started breathing heavily and pulled the bandages away from his eyes. Maybe if he closed his eyes and opened them again this nightmare would end. Just like when he was younger and would suffer with nightmares of his family being murdered. All he had to do was close his eyes and open them again, but this time it didn't work. Because this time, even if he closed his eye lids and opened them again all he could see was darkness.

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"Cause even after all the sacrifices I've been making…"


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Naruto held Sakura in his arms as she wept over the action she had just committed. They were cradled together on the floor down the hall from Sasuke's room. Naruto hugged her tighter as her cries became more frantic. The minute she walked out of the room, Naruto rushed her to the side of the hallway before Sasuke could hear her sobs. She managed to hold her breath through her entire lie, and the minute she exhaled all a tears came pouring out.

"N-N-Naruto!" She sobbed in his chest. Naruto rocked her and closed his eyes, tears forming in his as well. He knew when he left the room what Sakura's plan was going to be. She had told him the second that Tsunade had announced that Sasuke was in coma from the traumatic stress from having his eyes physically removed. Sakura believed that she was detrimental to Sasuke's health. She honestly believed that all the pain that Sasuke goes through in his life was because of her. She loved him too much to see him die because of her. So the only thing she could do was to sever her existence from his life. That way, when he awoke from the coma, he could start a new life fresh, without having to feel the need to take care of her at all cost. Every girl once their Prince Charming, but if their Prince Charming falls of their shiny white horse and dies…was it really worth it?

But at the same time he knew Sasuke. He knew Sasuke loved her more then he would let on, and he always has and will. He knew that what Sakura had said in the room to him probably shattered him, and it would do more harm than good. But Sakura had her mind already set. She had been there when Kabuto had plucked his eyes out, she had heard his screams. And Naruto hadn't. So how could he judge?

"Sakura-chan." Naruto whispered into her hair. "It will be okay, I promise." But Sakura shook her head.

"It hurts too much…." She managed to say between sobs. "…I love him more than anything."


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"All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said…"

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Sasuke lay on his side on his bed motionless. He had a couple visitors trickle in and out throughout the day. Even Tsunade had come in and freaked out when she saw that Sasuke had removed the bandages, so she replaced them. She attempted making small talk, but Sasuke didn't respond. In fact he didn't talk to any of his visitors that had come in to see him. Not even when Naruto had come in very tentatively, finally offering him another cup of water, he ignored him. Just by the demeanor that Naruto had when he sauntered in, Sasuke could tell that he already had knowledge of what happened in his room. And he honestly didn't feel like 'expressing his feelings' to the idiot. So he refused the drink and went back to lying on his side.

He just couldn't fucking believe it. She ended it with him. She didn't love him. She didn't care for him.

She must've only liked him cause of his eyes. She must've had just been using him just to get her son back. She must've had just been grossed out with the fact that the man of her life didn't have any eyes. She might have fallen in love with the male nurse that came into the room every now and then. The more and more thoughts that he thought of, the more angry he got. He felt a surge of emotion rise up from the pit of his stomach and as soon as it reached his cursed mark, he knew what it was.

He was angry.

He was angry at her, angry at himself, angry at fucking Orochimaru, angry at Naruto for leaving the glass of water where he could reach for it, angry that the male nurse left the window wide opened, angry that Tsunade had wrapped the bandages around his face to tightly, just fucking angry.

But he was mostly angry with his life. If there was one thing he could change in his life, it would be for him to never of fallen in love with Sakura Haruno. It wouldn't get rid of all the problems of his life, hell no. He knew his life was way too fucked up even before he met the pink haired beauty. But if he hadn't of fallen in love with her, it would eliminate a lot of his problems.

Sasuke rolled over to his back and squinted towards where he knew his ceiling would be located. He kept squinting as if he were trying to see through his bandages, and through the ceiling and towards heaven. He squinted so harshly that his hallow eye sockets started to bleed. They dropped onto his pillow like a tear drops.

He remembered as a kid his mother used to tell him that if he stared up in the sky and asked the gods for just one wish they would grant it for him. But only one wish would work, so he had to choose carefully. And he remembered thinking about this story the moment his family died. He remembered staring up at the hospital ceiling at the age of seven, and wanting to use that wish to bring back his family. But something told him not too. Something told him that he would get through that predicament, that once he defeated Itachi, he would be okay.

Whatever had reassured him back then, surely wasn't speaking up right now. Sasuke swallowed and narrowed his eyes at ceiling again. "I wish I never fell in love with her." In this life there was no reason for him to live anymore. None at all.

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"If we wake up and you wanna break up,

That's cool, no I won't blame you, it was fun girl…"

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(END)

So I'm planning to make this a Trilogy. I know…you guys are probably like WTH? But Only if you want it to be one. Cause there's no way I'm going to have a story with like 75 chapters. So I'm breaking it up. And I'm going to have another story that will be the sequel to this. If you wanna read it, please review and it'll let me know if I have enough support for the sequel . As well Author Alert me….so u'll know when it comes out. Happy Holiday loves.

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