Hey Everybodiez!

Today my sister had me listen to the song Love the Way You Lie by Eminem(featuring Rhianna) on YouTube while reading the lyrics and I must admit I was stricken. This just had to be written. It's going to be a short fic though so no worries, it won't significantly delay anything else I'm working on. In fact this story was originally going to be a one-shot buuuuuuut...I'm gonna drag it out.
heheheheheheh. Yes, actually, I am evil.

Let me know what you think of this! I've never written SakuraSasuke and I feel this is a very different take on the two of them compared to the work I've read from others.
Thanks for reading!
Sarai

P.S LISTEN TO Love the Way You Lie WHILE YOU READ. VERY NICE COMBINATION METHINKS.

I don't own Naruto, or any of Eminem's messed up but very interesting songs

I Love the way You Lie
Part I

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"Sakura, you know he's not safe. He could snap any day...he could kill you."

I sigh and turn away from my friend to pull open the curtains of the front window. My heart stutters a little at who I see out there. It still fills me with awe when I watch this scene, though I see it every day; when I watch my boyfriend, my lover, the killer, the traitor, walking up the steps to our apartment; when I watch him coming home to me. "I know Ino." I know more than I can ever tell you...

"But I love him anyway."

*x*X*x*

I see her in the doorway and my breathe catches painfully in my throat. She's saying goodbye to that bimbo Yamanaka. I sneer at the blonde as she walks past me down the steps, down my steps. Yamanaka doesn't trust me but that's fine. Nobody does, nobody should. I look back up and see her again, standing at the top of the stairs. My biggest mistake and the only happiness I have left. She looks like an angel in the light, her emerald eyes and ridiculous hair glitter under the sunbeams. I don't trust myself to love her but it feels so right. The feeling is making me stupid.

I jump the rest of the way and she's in my arms. I feel her breath against my neck and for a second I'm at peace.

"Hey..." she breathes, the air skimming across my skin, "welcome home."

When I think I'm going to die she's there. Her life, her existence, is the air I live off of. The moans she makes in the night are my link to sanity. When I'm drowning in my past she takes away the hate. She fills my soul with the only light it can bear. Sakura is my home.

*x*X*x*

"How could you do this? Why Sasuke, why?"

I watch her crying in front of me. She's beautiful when she's angry, when she's broken in front of me like this. "Sakura, come here."

"No!" A plate flies by my ear. "You're sick! I hate you!" A chair hurtles towards me. I catch it and throw it into the wall where it explodes into broken bits of wood.

"Sakura! Come here." I command her this time but instead she turns and grabs the handle of the front door.

I'm beside her with her wrist in my hand before she can finish turning the knob. "Where do you think you're going?"

She glares up at me, angry tears in her green eyes. "I'm leaving you."

I pull her closer. I'm sure I'm bruising her wrist but I don't care. "No you're not."

She pounds on my chest with her tiny, free fist. She doesn't put any chakra into it though; she knows she'll lose against me. I make her feel helpless in a way no one else can. "You can't make me stay." I can hear her voice crack; she's really crying now but she won't look at me, doesn't want me to see that weakness. She wants me to see her as strong; she doesn't know she's what gives me the strength to live.

I look down at the woman I love; the only person I can bring myself to care about. "I don't have to."

I feel her body stiffen with outrage and I can almost hear her reconsidering really hitting me. I love her defiance. "Why would I stay?"

I tilt her head up and make her look into my eyes. "Because you love me." My mouth covers hers and she forgets leaving, forgets everything but me.

*x*X*x*

I stare at the table with a black and scarlet glare. The ghosts of my past weakness came back to haunt me today. For the first time in a very long while I felt...feeble, when compared to my opponent. I never wanted to feel this again; it's why I was willing to risk everything to train with Orochimaru. When I was on the ground today, defeated, vulnerable, I felt a rage I haven't felt since...since I started living with Sakura; since I started building a new life with her.

I feel an arm slide around my shoulders. Think of the angel and she shall appear.

"Hey," she murmurs, Sakura knows I don't like loud noises, especially when I'm angry. "You okay there?"

I don't answer her. It's a stupid question.

She rests her chin on my shoulder. "It wasn't that bad." she tries to console me. "You almost had him when-"

I hit her.

She's on the kitchen floor, gazing up at me with startled eyes. It's like she doesn't realize what just happened; I don't really understand what just happened. Why did I hit Sakura?

I stare at my hand and then back to where her body is splayed on the linoleum. A purple blotch is already starting to bloom across her left cheek. How did it get there? I did that, but how?

"S-sasuke?"

I look back down at her. Her wide eyes scream 'I'm defenseless. I'm fragile. Why did you hurt me? I trust you, why did you hurt me?' The unspoken words claw at what's left of my soul, the soul that Sakura's been healing.

I hold my arms out to her. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to, I won't do it again.

She scrambles to her feet and throws herself into my embrace and clings to me as she cries.

I think about the day we had together; I remember our date before my duel. She shouldn't be crying like this after a day like today.

"Sasuke!"

I turn to see Sakura running after me, dressed in a kimono today instead of her ninja gear, and carrying a picnic basket. She looks stunning; even as she trips and falls over the edge of her garment.

I don't let her hit the ground of course. I swoop in at the last second and catch her before her face hits the dusty street. She looks around with a bemused tilt to her head when she finds herself in my arms, the basket on her lap.

She looks at me with a question on her face. Sakura can say a million words to with just an expression. This time she wants to know how she got where she is.

"You fell again." She blushes strawberry red.

"Sorry Sasuke." she says, turning away in embarrassment. "I guess I'm just too klutzy to wear a kimono. I'll go back and change."

She tries to get down but finds my hold on her has tightened. She looks back at me again with her questioning eyes. I lean down and whisper in her ear. "I like the kimono. It stays."

Her blush deepens and I relish the effect I have on her. Other women's reactions to me don't matter; Sakura's always do. "B-but I'll keep falling all day and you can't carry me forever Sasuke."

I smirk down at her. "Who says I can't?"

Today had been perfect because she hadn't stopped smiling since then. Now I've ruined it.

What's wrong with me?

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You know the fire drill people! R&R, stop drop and roll, touch all doors before opening(if they're very hot DON'T open) ect.