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Unfaithfully Yours	By : MikoSayuri Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Silver and Gold
- 2-The Voicemail
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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor do I make any profit from this story.
The Voicemail

Suspicion, jealousy and horror, churned sickeningly inside her. It lapped corrosively at the walls of her stomach, burning a passageway to her heart. She slapped a trembling hand over her mouth to keep a sob, a cough, maybe even a little bile from escaping her throat.
A chill of foreboding came over her when the phone gave a final buzz and what appeared to be a voicemail was left. She grudgingly eyed the envelop icon on the bright screen and briefly thought that the weak burst of light from the glowing device stood as much chance against the pitch-black space as her hope did against the reality being relayed to her.

Who was Gold?

Her fingers twitched in anticipation but her mind and heart were debating furiously with each other over what course of action she should take. It didn't take long to come to an agreement however, curiosity killed the cat, didn't it?

A part of her protested as she deftly removed Sasuke's draping arm from her small frame. The cold engulfed her as she inched herself against from his warmth. It felt like the distance she put between their bodies was in reality, being put between their hearts, their souls.

Tenten's chest closed over in pain.

Her mind was painfully, permanently occupied with images of Sasuke and that Gold woman, they flashed through her mind one after another. She put her hands over her eyes as they might shut out the pictures, but they went on, under her trembling fingers.

It was sheer agony—but there could still be a simple explanation for this, Tenten reminded herself. Slowly, she got up from the bed and looked at him, her eyes locked the only face she had ever loved.

He was so beautiful, too beautiful to do something so ugly to her.

Sasuke stirred in his sleep and Tenten held her breath when he reached across and felt for her on her side of the bed. He made a sound quite similar to a wounded wolf and mumbled something into his pillow. Only when his breathing evened out and he drifted back into deep slumber did Tenten relieve her lungs, snatch up the phone and tiptoed her way out of the room.

She had to get to the bottom of this.

She sought refuge in the living room, slowly lowering herself unto the couch. She was a little sore from earlier, in fact her limbs were heavy and limp with exhaustion. Her mind was however, too preoccupied with the gadget she placed on the coffee table for her to pay much attention to her aching body.

Her heart was thrashing so violently against her rib cage that it stalked many breaths. Her hands were so sweaty, she had to constantly be wiping them in her bathrobe.

"Deep breaths Tenten, deep breaths," she chanted, but not even regulated breathing could tame the turmoil that was unleashed inside her. She was Silver, so who the fuck was Gold?

Too many emotions and thoughts were zinging through her. It was difficult to sort through the chaos, difficult to hear the voice of the Tenten that loved and trusted Sasuke more than anyone else. Above the uproar inside her head she could distinctly hear the self-beratings about how stupid she had been. Stupid for not having seen the signs.

Suddenly, it didn't matter to her that it was considered an invasion of privacy if she looked into Sasuke's phone. She just needed to know. Needed to know that all those times he had breathed words of love to her that he wasn't just spurting a string of lies. Needed to know, if all those times he had been with her, if he'd imagined another woman writhing beneath him.

Her stomach turned unpleasantly at the thought and she felt a drop of something, hot and molten on her cheeks.

Tears.

Tenten hadn't shed those in years―never imagined they would stain her cheeks again because of the man who had put a stop to them in the first place.

She hesitated before she picked up the phone and entered Sasuke's password.

It was Tenten.

She felt her gut twisted in knots. He obviously trusted her to respect his privacy enough to have shared his password with her.

"I'm so sorry Sasuke." She closed her eyes against another trickle of tear and brought the phone to her ears.

If this really was just one big misunderstanding then she would feel no less distraught because it would mean that she allowed her insecurities to affect how she perceived Sasuke's character. And that's wasn't fair.

The sultry voice of an obviously aroused woman filtered through the speakers and Tenten gripped the phone so tightly she feared it would break under the pressure.

"Hey, Sexy―" the voice purred, it was said so sinfully sensual that a man might've gotten a hard-on from simply having the greeting directed at him.

Tenten blanched and tried the force the image of someone else's lips―the lips that uttered those words―all over Sasuke―in places she didn't dare put her own.

"You didn't say to give you a call, but I thought I should anyways." There was a conscious pause that was charged with so much sexual tension, the hair on the back of Tenten's neck stood up. "I had a blast last weekend, you're an animal." The woman had the audacity to make a feline growl. "I was hoping your big fellow would be interested in reacquainting itself with my little lady."

"Oh my God," came Tenten's startled cry.

"The next time we pay for a hotel room Sasuke―because, there will be a next time―" she said, confidently. Tenten's heart withered as there was no mistaking whom the message was for. She said his name. "―please let us at least make use of the bed. Furnitures aren't as sturdy everywhere. We may end up breaking something and the only lawsuit I'm interested in having being filed against me, involves you suing me for my―"

She moaned and Tenten flushed knowing exactly what the woman was doing when she left the voicemail.

"Give me a call as soon as you hear this. I can't wait to see you."

The cell phone slid out of her hand unto the carpet. It shook her to the very core. Nausea and shock swept her up and threw her into a whirlpool of numbness―of nothingness. For the first time in her life, she was slow to react, unable to think. She just stood there, stock-still, numbness charging through her body. It was as if her heart had been ripped out, leaving a hole of utter and complete blackness in her chest.

That blackness slowly―painfully began to gobble up the rest of her and she wanted nothing more than to speed up the process before pain took hold of her. She would be ruined then.

Liquor, she thought wildly with a glance at the clock.

There was absolutely no way she could survive the rest of the night sober without slitting the throat of that womanizing piece of shit.

After all the sacrifices she made―all the hatred she endured because of him. Dating Uchiha Sasuke hadn't granted her any favors as it did other girls in the past. She didn't crawl up the high school social ranks because the most popular guy dated her.

No.

For the most part, she was on the receiving end of butt ugly jokes and was constantly bashed for not being pretty enough for Sasuke. In so many ways, her life became worse-off having dated him. But, she stuck it out because she had truly believed love conquered all.

Except now she knew there was no such love and the only thing that had been conquered was herself, Tenten thought dispassionately.

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Tenten was half-drunk and staggering by the time she parked her car in the driveway of a two story victorian home, in an exclusive district of Konoha. She came slowly conscious of the ruckus that she was creating as her fist unendingly pounded on the heavy, oakwood door.

There was no immediate response and her heart sank. The thought of having to scream ignominiously for Neji or Sakura to answer the damn door was too mortifying to contemplate even in her plastered state. Their neighbors made a habit out of calling the cops for the slightest hint of a disturbance within the community.

Shivering with cold, pressed rigidly back against the stone wall, Tenten closed her eyes and heart and tried to pull herself together. It was late, she shouldn't trouble them. Her problems were her own and besides, she could always sleep in her car should it come to that.

Well, that's only if she hasn't driven it and herself over a bridge by then.

Pain erupted inside her, corrosive, debilitating pain she'd thought she could never feel while under the influence. She groped for mastery and rose her bottle of vodka to her head, fighting the sting in her eyes―kicking the bags at her feet when she realized there was no way defeat the tears.

It hurt, like a sharp pinch somewhere deep in her chest. A place, she knew would never know light or happiness again.

At the forceful knocking Sakura rose from her desk in the home office that she shared with Neji and headed towards the living room. She had been busy grading the assignments of her third grade class at Konoha Preparatory. The students had handed them in before they went off on their four day weekend. Neji would normally lend a hand but seeing as though he had only just got off work, she left him to lounge on the couch and catch up on national geographic.

He was so damn boring, she mused.

It appeared that he too, had heard the knocking at the door because when he saw that Sakura was headed in its direction, he jumped up and offered to do it himself. It was after all, very late.

"No. I'll answer the door," he suggested curtly. He was a little suspicious of whoever it was. Who stopped by at such an ungodly hour? Burglars perhaps, one voice told him. Another reasoned that burglars didn't ring door bells or knocked. Still, he was curious―cautious.

When he got to the door a startled expletive fell from his lips at Tenten’s disheveled appearance.

“Well don’t you look pretty bathed in the moonlight? she slurred, stumbling forward.

He caught her just before she pitched over and frowned. Panic wasn’t something he was accustomed to feeling but he certainly felt it now and knew it for what it was. He smelt the heavy stench of liquor on her clothes and didn’t miss the bottle of vodka in her hand. It was almost drained of all its content, and judging from how wankered she was, it was probably her fourth or so bottle.

"Who is it babe?" Sakura asked curiously, making her way towards the door as well.

“I need a place to stay,” Tenten sighed into his shoulders.

Reigning in his emotions, Neji steadied her before him and simply offered, "Let me help you with the bags."

“Oh my God,” Sakura exclaimed, rushing to Tenten’s side. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked, cupping her face with both hands and used her thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks. She was so alarmed by Tenten’s muddled state all she could do was lock her in a fierce embrace and tell her that whatever it was, she would be fine.

“Get her inside,” Neji said gruffly and disappeared into the house with Tenten’s luggage.

Sakura gently guided her inside, holding her hand as if it were a piece of glass that would shatter any minute now. “What’s wrong?” she asked again, closing the door behind them. It was cold out and she was happy to be engulfed in the house’s warmth again. She was after all, scantily dress in her spaghetti strapped nightgown.

Tenten’s back stiffened. She wanted to vanish into thin air, if it was humanly possible. She maintained a stony kind of silence until the weight on her chest was too much and she released the anguish inside her in a profusion of tears.

“Sasuke cheated on me," she choked, whipping her nose with the back of her wrist.

Thick and heavy silence swept up between the trio filled partially by Tenten's sniffs and Sakura's gasp of disbelief. Neji's face was the angriest shade of red.

"What?" they chorused.

"He cheated on me," she repeated clearer, though it took a considerable amount of effort to do so. "Where did I go wrong?" she asked, agony etching across her face.

Sakura knew it was a rhetorical question but the way Tenten's eyes held her own had her feeling the other woman was really looking for an answer.

She was so astonished by the news that she was unable to form coherent sentences. Her face scrunched up in confusion. "Oh my God. Cheated? On you? Sasuke? Are you certain?"

Tenten nodded and bit her lip, stifling another sob.

Sakura ushered her towards the sofa. It was all such a shock to her that she feared her legs would give out underneath her. She couldn't even begin fathom what Tenten must be feeling. Her whole world must be going up in chaos and flames.

Sasuke and Tenten's relationship was the longest and sturdiest among all their friends, inclusive of her own and Neji's. She simply refused to believe that Sasuke would let what he proclaimed as the eight best years of his life go down the drain like that. He worshipped the very ground Tenten walked on, why would he cheat on his little Silver?

Sakura remembered hearing him call Tenten by the name and almost rolled over in a fit of laughter. It was so cute and so unlike himself. But she came to learn that he was a different person around Tenten, he literally lit up when she was near. And he was awfully, terribly possessive of her. Back in high school he didn't hesitate to drop any of his so called friends who questioned what he saw in her.

He loved her.

Sakura was certain of that. Why else would he have stuck with her for so long? Sasuke is known to not stay in one place for too long. She knew it didn't amount to much but he had Tenten as his display picture on every single one of his social media accounts. That was not the kind of behaviour of a cheating man.

When they settled themselves unto the couch, she turned to Tenten and graspd her free hand, sympathy reflecting in her emerald orbs. She wished she could take the pain away. "Are you certain sweetie? I mean...this is Sasuke we're talking about."

Tenten's brow snapped up, "What has that got to do with anything?" she asked miserably then took a long swig from her bottle. The harsh liquid burned her throat to the point of coughing. "I'm positive, Sakura. He even nicknamed her as Gold in his phone."

Her jaws dropped, "But aren't you Silver?" she asked knowing that it probably wasn't helping the situation.

"It says a lot doesn't it?" Tenten grouched. "I'm obviously his number two."

"I don't believe this."

Neither did Tenten. She honestly thought Sasuke was above this. "He's no fucking saint."

"How do you know he's cheating?" she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears and looked hopefully at Neji. When Tenten tilted the bottle to her mouth, she took advantage of her momentary distraction and mouthed to him, "Do you know anything about this?"

He shook his head with a grimace. He wasn't even friends with the Uchiha scum to begin with. How would he have known? And had Neji known that Sasuke was having an affair, the bastard wouldn't have lived to see all the misery his betrayal was causing Tenten.

"She left him a voicemail," Tenten informed them.

"But how can you draw such a conclusion from a voicemail?" Sakura asked, sounding dubious. "How are you even sure it wasn't a wrong number."

Tenten snatched a ragged breath, "She called him by his fucking name, Sakura!" she snapped, her hand trembled around the neck of the bottle. "Her number was even stored in his phone. What more proof does there need to be?"

"Calm down," Neji told her. "What did the voicemail say?"

She was quiet for a while, silent tears streaking down her face. It was like reliving a death penalty sentence in court. "Gold said she had a blast last weekend and wanted to hook up again," she spat the woman's apparent nickname from her lips like it stung her tongue. Soon, she was sobbing again. "She hinted that they may have had adventurous sex on all the furnitures." Then she said in a small voice that could've belonged to an eight year old, "We don't do those kinds of things."

Neji and Sakura swallowed and exchanged odd looks.

"I thought he was out of town working his ass off. It turns out the only thing he had been working off was that woman's clothes," she laughed but there was no humor in it, just bitterness and hurt. "God, I'm so stupid!"

Neji stood there, his fists balled tightly. He was absolutely livid. How dare that good for nothing piece of shit do something this despicable to the only person who didn't agree that the world would've been a better place had Sasuke's mother aborted him?

Only Tenten had a big enough heart to house such a huge nuisance―menace. She loved him unconditionally too, despite his short-comings. Neji suspects that loving Sasuke was her biggest flaw. It made her vulnerable and susceptible to emotional exploitation. She was selfless―sickeningly weak when it came to him and he obviously held no qualms about taking advantage of that. She put her whole life on hold just so he could get a jump start to his own. And what did he do when things started to fall nicely in place for him?

The damn bastard cheated on her.

He was without honor.

"Where are my car keys?" Neji asked darkly and reached for his cell phone by the coffee table.

It was about time he acquainted Sasuke's face with his left hook. He had been meaning to do it ever since high school but out of respect for Tenten he kept to himself. Tonight however, warranted that he did otherwise.

"And just where exactly are you planning to go this late at night?" Sakura arched a threatening brow and fixed him a look. She knew from his stiff posture that he was failing miserably at containing his wrath.

He glared at her, his eyes like white flames hotter than hell itself. "I'm just going to pay Uchiha a visit," his lips quirked up innocently.

Sakura flushed and shook her head. That damn sincere and adorable facade wasn't going to work on her. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight. Whatever Neji was thinking of doing would not help the situation.

"You're not going anywhere, babe," she told his with a calm clip of finality. "This is not what Tenten needs right now."

She was angry too, but violence was not the answer. Men and their stupid egos, she brooded.

"He's not worth it, Pretty―" Tenten dealt him an appreciative grin but her eyes were still glistening with tears.

Neji scoffed. Pretty was certainly an ugly pet name.

"―The damage is already done."

God, if felt like someone was repeatedly thrusting a knife inside her heart, twisting it slowly. She wanted to slap and punch Sasule too. She wanted answers, though they would never undo the affliction he has caused to her person.

Neji shrugged. Tenten was a drunken mess of unbroken beer bottles and a broken heart. He couldn't leave Sakura alone with her the state that she was in. There was no doubt in his mind that later, when the pain receded and the killing anger was unleashed, Tenten's heart wasn't going to be the only broken thing inside his house.

He admitted to himself that now wasn't the best time to confront the bastard, Tenten needed them. She needed him.

"Fine," he sulked. Aware that he wasn't very good at offering comfort, Neji decided to retire to the kitchen and give the women privacy. Sakura was after all, better at handling these type of situations. "Would you like some tea, Tenten?" he offered politely.

Should Tenten need physical restraining he would only be a door away.

She laughed drily and rose her bottle to him. "I've got my tea right here."

He grimaced.

Sakura giggled, her eyes sympathetic.

"But I would like a screwdriver..." Tenten suggested sweetly.

Neji's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "I was thinking something more along the line of a long range attack. Like a pistol," he said. "A screwdriver is not much of a weapon, Tenten."

Sakura gasped and smacked Neji playfully on his behind. "Don't encourage her! Secure the toolbox, I think she was actually serious."

The Hyuuga frowned, rubbing his butt.

Loud laughter erupted from Tenten again. This time it was wholehearted and filled with mirth. "You two are so innocent. A screwdriver is a drink. Two shots of vodka and orange juice."

Sakura clapped, "That sounds interesting. Make me one as well, babe!"

"Green Tea it is," Neji told them firmly and stalked off in the direction of the kitchen.

Tenten pouted, "He's no fun."

"In other ways, he is." Sakura said and went beetroot red when Tenten flashed her a knowing look."I didn't mean that!"

She snorted and proceeded to drain her vodka bottle. Her eyes narrowed when Sakura purposely scooted closer to her and started rubbing her back.

"How long have you and Sasuke been having problems?" She asked.

Tenten lifted her head towards the ceiling, then slowly lowered it to meet Sakura's gaze. She didn't know how long they've been having problems because she wasn't aware they were having problems until today.

"Sasuke has always been a bit distant and reserved. That's just how he is and I've always respected that," she sighed. "But he has been more so for the past year. I dismissed it as being work related so I gave him space."

Sakura played idly with her fingers, unsure how to the address the real issue she suspected was behind Sasuke's infidelity. "Were you guys having problems with..." she swallowed and forged on. "…Intimacy?"

Tenten choked on her drink, "What has that got to do with anything?" She looked away, her face flush from the alcohol but even hotter under Sakura's scrutiny. "He has grown a little rough if that's what you mean."

Sakura shook her head, all she could manage was, "Not exactly."

Tenten sat forward, twisting her lips thoughtfully. Her head was too light to be thinking about such heavy details. "He has never complained before..." she drew a hand wearily down her face. "I need a cigarette."

Sakura's eyes widened, "What for? You don't smoke."

"I do now," Tenten declared.

Sakura sat quietly for a moment, contemplating. "I have a pack in my purse. If you tell Neji, I'll kill you," she whispered.

"I knew why I liked you," Tenten giggled, flashing a cajoling grin. "Well don't just sit there, they ain't gonna come to me."

"Okay. Okay." She got up and fetched her purse. "Hurry, let's go out back."

"If you ever breathe a word about this conversation to Naruto, I'll conveniently let it slip that you smoke," the brunette threatened. "Naruto has always been pro my relationship with Sasuke so he'll interfere," she sighed. "I don't need that right now."

"I know. I promise I won't say anything," she hoped. "My lips are sealed." She extended her hand towards Tenten, pulling her up from the couch.

She wobbled to her feet, "Sakura..." her voice was barely above a whisper. "What's it like?"

"What, smoking? Oh god, it de-stresses me after a long days work. It has also saved me from pulverizing a certain Hyuuga's arrogant ass on a numerous occasions." She gritted her teeth.

Tenten shook her head and laughed, "That's interesting, you sound like an addict already."

Sakura pouted defensively. "Hey!"

"I meant how it felt to be in a relationship where you don't feel like you've always got to be on your toes," she tilted her head back and stared blankly above her, lost in her own fucked up world. Again.

"Oh, that," she laughed to mask her embarrassment. "Neji and I are from very different worlds, so its hard to see eye-to-eye some times. But we work at it," she beamed proudly. "There was a time when I felt I was walking on eggshells with him too." Her expression was almost painful.

"It has been eight years Sakura, I shouldn't still be feeling like this?" she sniffed.

"I know, sweetie. Sometimes, the spice of the relationship dies out and people tend to forget why they fell in love in the first place." Her mother told her the same thing when her parents split up for a while.

"I never forgot why I loved him," she sobbed, clenching her jaws and fist alike. Her control was slipping and if she gave rein to anger she would be driving back to the apartment to set it aflame with Sasuke in it.

"I'm not saying you did. I'm saying he probably forgot. The how's and why's, those are questions only he can answer."

When they got to the back porch she pulled out the pack of cigarettes and hand one to Tenten.

"How could he do this to me? I would've sold my soul for him," She cried. "And what do I get in return?"

"I think you should hear Sasuke out before we jump to a solid conclusion. There are number of crazy girls who'd do anything to remove him from your clutches."

"Don't sound so neutral!" she snapped, roughly snatching the cigarette from between Sakura's fingers. "You're suppose to be on my side."

Sakura's green glare was on the offense and lethal. "Don't you dare go there with me. I'm not siding with Sasuke. What he did to you was inexcusable. I'm just to trying to help you piece this together." She growled and lit her cigarette. The menthol smoke filled her lungs. Slowly she exhaled. "I can't believe you would think that!"

Tenten rolled her shoulders dismissively, "I have to take your history into consideration," she toyed with her unlit cigarette. "I don't know...I feel like I can't trust anyone," she confided after a long pause. "I trusted Sasuke above everyone else and look what he did!" her voice rose, despite herself. "I never really was good enough for him, after all," the tears stung the back of her eyes and in an effort to hold them back, she snapped her cigarette in half.

Sakura blinked.

"I always felt like he was kind of embarrassed by me actually," one corner of her lips curled up, but not pleasantly. "Ever since he started working at that hot-shot company, I noticed he stopped taking me out."

"Don't you fucking think like that. You are more than enough," Mint eyes held chocolate. "I know you trusted Sasuke and he betrayed you. But you can't put us in that same category as him." A trickle of tear streamed down her left cheek, despite herself. She needed to be strong for Tenten, yet here she was getting emotional. It was just hard not to hurt for her. Sasuke ripped her heart out and left her to bleed. "I'm always here for you sweetie. Please don't feel alone. I'll support you no matter what decision you make."

"All good things must come to an end," she sighed with a new kind of resolve. "But I think I'm still a little delusional to be thinking of what Sasuke and I had as a 'good' thing."

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Sasuke slammed his fist down on the noisy alarm clock and groaned. Instinctively he reached across for Tenten to pull her against him and nuzzle her neck. But her side of the bed was empty and cold, an indication that she hadn't lain in it for a good couple of hours.

His eyes snapped open in annoyance. She must've stayed up studying, he thought with a grimace. If that was the case he'd probably find her passed out in the living room with a textbook sheltering her face.

With a decisive sigh he threw the blanket back from his body and headed out the door. It was becoming a habit of hers to fall asleep everywhere else in the apartment, except for their bed. The realization was a little off-putting. But he knew she liked it when he picked her up and carried her around in his arms. He suspected that to some extent she did it to be transported bridal-style to their room.

He shook his head and chuckled lightly. She could be so childish sometimes. All she needed to do was ask, he was at her beck and call.

He wandered down the hallway. His heavy steps against the tiles was the only sound he heard in the silent apartment. There was no rattling of pans or metallic clinks coming from the kitchen so he knew for certain Tenten wasn't up making them breakfast.

When he got to the living room a chill crept up his spine. It was empty too. There were no text books littering the floor, no pencil shavings on the coffee table or an overflow of crumpled paper in the waste-bin. All the cushions were neatly organized in the sofas and no empty cans of soda peeked out from behind them. There was no sign that Tenten had been up and studying all night or even entered the living room. And he had a bad feeling about it.

As he suspected the kitchen was empty when he entered. No even the smell of coffee lingered in the air. The sink was empty, everything was exactly as they left it the night before. He glanced at the refrigerator to see if amongst the things she had plastered to the door, if there was note to explain her disappearance. There was none.

It left him feeling a little uneasy. This was very unlike Tenten.

He made his way back to the bedroom with his heart pounding like a violent fist trying to shatter his rib cage.

"Silver?" he called, knocking on the bathroom door.

There was no answer. No sound of spraying water either.

"If this is your idea of a joke its not working," he said to the empty house and felt stupid afterwards when the only response he got was the sound of a car horn in the distance.

He retrieved his cell phone from the nightstand and decided to check to see if maybe she had sent him a text message or tried to call him while he was asleep. It unnerved him that she left so early without having woken and informed him. Maybe he really was as obsessed and possessive as Naruto often made him out to be, but Sasuke liked to know where Tenten was at all times.

It brought him peace of mind.

After he entered his password, he went straight to his call log, seeing as though there was no SMS. There was no missed calls from Tenten either, he noted grimly. There was however one from―

He stared at his screen, confusion etched across his porcelain face. "Gold?"

For the life of him, he couldn't recall having placed any contact under that alias. Not even Tenten was stored as Silver in his phone. His phonebook was strictly formal. The only thing that gave away Tenten as his girlfriend was that he listed his relationship with her as such. In the event that his phone got misplaced and someone wanted to return it to him, they would know who to contact.

He knew though, that if his phone was to ever get lost, he would be fucked. No one finds such an expensive one and returns it.

The device gave a sudden shudder in his hand and the screen went black. Sasuke gritted his teeth and threw it down on the bed. He was definitely not in the mood to go in search of his charger. He only wanted Tenten back home and sprawled out beneath him like he had planned they would be spending his day-off. They rarely have been spending anytime in each other's company lately and it was starting to take a toll on how they interact with each other.

It was beginning to show in the way he made love to her too, he admitted with self-disgust. Like an addict who had gone far too long without a fix. Guilt and remorse lacerated his insides because the reference was accurate. Her body was probably still a little too tender to take him today, he reasoned with his hormones frustratedly. Her flesh was probably swollen and flushed, attesting to his hard use of her last night.

It wasn't a very healthy way of expressing himself, he acknowledged shamefully.

On a brighter note however, he thought. Tonight would be the night that he made the last eight years of their lives count for something. He knew he could never atone for his behaviour over the past year, but in doing right by her he hoped to relieve his guilt. It felt like he was losing her―like Tenten was losing him. There were just some needs that only she could fulfil, but good heavens he didn't want to think about the ones she couldn't―hadn't. It would only serve to make him question his decision.

He raked his fingers through his hair and flung himself down on the bed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small velvet box and spun it idly between his fingers. He had a very bad feeling though, that the outcome of tonight would be disastrous.

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Author's Note:
Hi everyone! I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. My life is hectic at this point in time. I'll try to keep on top of things but I make no promises. Princesshyuuga01 has been the driving force behind this update. I swear without her help I would be lost. Shout out to Princesshyuuga01, I hope you enjoy this! Thank you all for your support!!
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