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After the raven haired man had gotten ready for the day, he didn't bother leaving the hotel room, only quickly grabbing the keys, opening the window, and swinging out. He's hungry and there's a meeting soon, and honestly, he so eagerly wanted to rip away at the annoying feeling in his chest, that what he did yesterday was right. He had a wife already, and he was well on his way of achieving his goal of restoring the clan; Karin was pregnant and was due in three or four months, he couldn't go off being intimate with other females, he was bound already.

Catching a flash of pink hair in a nearby tea shop, Sasuke skids to a stop and hesitantly opens the door, walking towards the direction of one Sakura Haruno. Her clear, green eyes widen imperceptibly at the sight of him and she looks away, the pink rising in her cheeks show the burning shame she feels. "Sasuke," she greets him quietly, taking a sip from the steaming tea cup, "would you like some tea?" she adds hesitantly after a few moments, and he only grunts in response, too busy trying not to stare at her porcelain features, forehead marred by faded scars left behind from acne.

When the extra cup is set in front of him, and aromatic tea is poured, she opens her pretty, pink lips, but they don't know what to say. Sakura is too embarrassed to speak about the kiss, but she forces the words that had been stuck in her throat to tumble out. "About last night, I think we were both in the heat of the argument and what happened just…happened," she speaks quickly and averts her gaze while pearly teeth tug at her bottom lip. His response is a quiet grunt that originates from deep within his throat and she sighs, taking another sip from her tea cup.

She drops a few coins onto the table and mutters a near silent 'goodbye', she was going to go to the Kazekage's office earlier, and he blinks, his mouth nearly lets slip a 'don't go' but he catches himself in time and slams his lips shut and takes a furious drink from his now warm beverage. When a fairly young looking, brown haired waitress comes over, he lets out a sharp exhale and she chuckles under her breath.

"You like her don't you?"

"No. I can't."

"I see…she loves you, and I can tell she has for a long time. Don't make her wait too long."

He's stunned and his charcoal eyes are wide and he sits there gaping at the wall while Itsuki walks away with a small smile on her face. Her comment has him thinking about how he feels about Sakura, right down to the tiniest details. The fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever she laughs and smiles, he realizes that it's adoration and longing, the uncomfortable feeling that pooled at the bottom of his stomach when he slipped the wedding ring onto Karin's finger, it had been born from the very fact that he didn't see her in the way he had thought he had.

Everything fits together like puzzle pieces now- why he had felt the burning anger towards Naruto when they had been genin and the blonde would make the pinkette laugh, it had been jealously. The shame and guilt he had felt when he had knocked her out and left her on the bench- he had ben ashamed of his actions because it wasn't something that should have been used on someone he cared about, someone that he was attached to.

He blinks rapidly and drags a hand tiredly down his face, everything he had created up until now was for waste, he was married to Karin and he was going to have a family with someone he didn't see in a romantic light and he was still hurting Sakura; every time she sees him or his red-head wife, her lips press into a thin line and she looks the other way. Sasuke sighs again and stands up, leaving the tea shop while pondering about his new found dilemma.

So a quick update I guess...? I hope it's okay.

-Cyanide