For those of you who don't like Sakura, there's a reason I used her as Envy. Cause the first thing I thought of when I saw Envy was Sakura. Duh. - makes sense if you don't think about it.

And before all of you think this is a oneshot, it's not. And for all of you actually pausing to read this before you jump to the story, I thank you. Because I made Sakura a jealous little bitch, and I don't particularly like hate comments. More about this at the end.

Sakura was so jealous. Every time she saw those hands connect, fingers gripping solidly at a callous roughened palm, she was jealous. Green with envy. Letting it eat away at the pit of her stomach. Pure, unrequited jealousy.

And the worst part of all was that it wasn't over Sasuke. And just that fact stung so much, it hurt to swallow.

It hurt that her smiles were so bright, with those perfect pink lips always curled up in her girlish giggle. It hurt that his lidded eyes rolled the way they did as he let out a heavy sigh at her foolishness. It hurt when she held on to the arm he always had stuffed in his pocket, chattering at him endlessly while he listened with barely a comment, eyes tipped towards the sky in a tired, mildly interested way. And it hurt when he let out a rare smile at one of her less than adequate jokes that she told when he went to visit her in her flower shop.

So Sakura just sat and listened with a smile that she knew was sweet as icing while her mind burned with a bitterness as cold as ice. She knew her face was slightly stiffer than it should have been, and her answers slightly tart, but she just couldn't understand. Why did she get to be that happy? Why was she the only one when Sakura had worked so hard…

Sakura pushed her hair back over her shoulder and grabbed for a carton of milk quickly. They had given up their friendship for it. Given it up to become enemies because above all, love was desirable. Love was the ultimate goal, and crossing it was going to be like the gateway to heaven, and now, years later, Sakura could admit that maybe she hadn't been in love with Sasuke. Maybe she had been in love with the idea of being in love. Maybe just the thought of tender little kisses, and knowing looks, and the certainty of trust had been too appealing, so mouth-watering in every way that she had lost her way.

But how could Ino… How could she, the one who had given up halfway through, who'd always had everything all set up for her, get more than Sakura could ever have? Ino with her perfect, long, pale blonde hair that always swung so perfectly behind her. With her pretty blue-gray eyes, and her peach soft skin, and her perfect curves, and her bright bubbly laugh… She had everything. She always had, and always would. And Sakura would follow behind quietly, waiting to catch up, waiting for the pretty smile Ino would give her that would draw her up into the sunlight, and she was just so tired…

Sakura frowned at a wilting head of lettuce disapprovingly. It was so unfair. Ino had landed in the team that was supposed to fail, that should have fallen behind, and Sakura had ended up with Sasuke, the goal, the perfectionist, the 'already perfect'. How could it have ended up like this? Ino didn't even deserve Shikamaru.

It shouldn't have worked. Ino was rambunctious, loud, always on the inside of the gossip, a flower in society to be admired by all. Shikamaru hung back. A shadow like his family gift. He would rather gaze up at the sky all day that listen to anyone jabber away at him; Sakura knew from personal experience. All Ino did was talk. All Shikamaru did was sleep. It shouldn't have worked.

Sakura let herself have a wry little smile. But it had. Because it was Shikamaru the genius, and Ino, the one who made everything work. And Sakura was left behind again, chasing after a guy she barely knew anymore, waiting for the gaze that would never turn to face her, watching Ino in all her light-hearted giddiness. Her smile widened and she put the bottle into the basket that swung heavy on her arm.

As much as she was jealous, as much as she envied the ease that Ino and Shikamaru had, and as much as she wanted to desperately to hate them, she just couldn't. Because Ino was just so happy. She was so ecstatic, and Sakura couldn't find it in herself to take that away. Not after they had just fixed the friendship that had been lost while it wasn't yet strong enough on it's own.

A bright purple, square shaped bottle caught her eye and Sakura paused, looking at the silvery script inscribed on the bottle. 'Pure Envy'. She snorted, hand reaching of it's own volition out to grasp the smooth sides, her nose inhaling the sweet, slightly spicy scent.

No, she would probably never have what Ino had. And she would probably always hold a little spark of jealousy next to the admiration in her heart. Because at the end of the road, life wasn't fair, and the grass was always greener on the other side.

Sakura let the bottle slip into her basket next to the milk, humming a bit as she went about her other business. Maybe Sasuke would like the smell of the perfume.

So, yea. I think I made her slightly psychotic... accidentally... hmm. Oh well.

So. This will be rated M for (my) swearing, and future sexual scenes, because if you didn't know, the seven deadly sins are Envy, Wrath, Greed, Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, and Lust. Emphasis on Lust, because that means sex. Just in case you didn't already know XD. Also, these are all going to be drabbles, none of them will probably breach the 3,000 word marker for each chapter. Hey, maybe you'll learn something X3.

I'm continuing this (obviously. Duh.) But I couldn't WAIT to get it up. Because I'm impatient and i have the attention span of a goldfish.

And before any of the people who read my regular stories ask, they aren't abandoned. I'm having mental blocks with them and needed something monotonous to work on for a while. Therefore, this was born. When this is all wrapped up, I swear to gods, I'll work on the other stories .

Also, If you're not into stuff like lemons, character deaths, or graphic scenes, I'll put warnings on the chapter titles. MAKE SURE YOU READ THEM.

Read and Review, Pretty Please?