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Yeah, yeah, I know, I shouldn't start another chapter story when I already have two going, but I have an excuse! I was just messing around in Adobe class the other day, wrote this, and showed it to my friend. Well, she really liked it, and is now threatening me if I don't continue it! Lol! SO since I'm already writing it, I though I might as well post it! So yeah...

Warning: Boy love, some abuse?, language?

Disclamor: Has Sasuke been discovered, nude, bound, and gagged, by Naruto? No? Well, then, believe me, I do not own Naruto

Author: Obsessive!!

Dedicated to: All my lovely reviewers who deal with my frequent writer's block and side stories!

I stared at the door blankly, hoping, no, praying that it would open, but nothing happened. I sighed deeply, shutting my eyes. Time had lost its meaning hours ago, the ticking of the clock fading under the noise of my thoughts. Naruto had left me.

I allowed a tear to slip through.

The fight was so stupid; I barely even remember what it was about. All I remember is how quickly it escalated, and how the words that flowed from my mouth weren't the ones I wanted to say. I know it was my fault, I treated him like crap, like I always do, and I pushed him as far as I could, like always, except this time was different.

This time he snapped. I finally broke his endless patience and hurt him deeply. I told him that I knew he hated me, which was a stupid, stupid lie, and I knew it. The look on his face was frightening. The normally emotional face was perfectly, deadly calm; there was no light in his normal bright eyes. He just stared. And then-

More tears joined the first, and I let a small, chocked sob escape my mouth.

Hesitantly, I let my hand reach up and cup my check carefully, wincing in pain. I could feel the bruise forming, and another sob ripped out when I remembered how much it had hurt when he hit me. Suddenly, I pressed down, and felt tears of pain join the others.

I grinded my teeth together and pressed down harder, as hard as I could. "I deserve the pain," I repeated as I hurt myself. By now, my shirt was wet with tears, and my eyes were swollen and sore.

I didn't hear the door open, but I did hear his gasp and footsteps as he rushed over to me and picked me up, cradling me against his chest. He moved my hand away from my face quickly, and I let myself go limp in his arms as he slowly rocked me, burying his face in my thick, ebony hair. I pressed my lips to his shoulder, and his arms tightened around me.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered into my hair, over and over again, until I fell asleep.

Just to warn you guys/girls, I'm not sure how regularly this'll be updated...So don't wait up for it...

Have you ever looked through and old journal and realized that you used to be a COMPLETE AND TOTAL PHYCOPATH AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED FOR THE SAFETY OF YOURSELF AND OTHERS? Yeah, we moved and found a bunch of old papers...it was frightening...

I was wondering...are any of my readers guys? Or are you all lovely ladies?