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A/N: let's just pretend that Tayuya is alive, ok?

They say I'm bitter. They say I'm cold hearted and hot headed. They say I look like I'm sixteen. I tell the I'm twenty one. They say I'm stubborn and proud, and I say their right. They say I'm beautiful, and am not and roll my eyes.

He never said he wanted me. And he didn't. He didn't lust after me of desire me. Not that he desired any one except the Uchiha brat. No, he wanted sex, and like all things, sex had to be young and beautiful. He didn't care about my power. My melodies meant nothing to him. I was just a tool to be utilized as he would.

No, it was the Uchiha that he wanted, and the Uchiha never wanted him. The Uchiha wanted power. He wanted his brothers head, wanted to feel that fox brat up his ass, but never Lord Orochimaru.

Maybe it was his love of youth and beauty that drove him to take me. To take Sasuke. To take on new bodies. Because lord Orochimaru was afraid of ends. He had too much power, too much spirit, too much fight left in him to die. Sasuke changed all that. Sasuke made it so that he would never again touch my hands, or fuck Kabuto, or dream of Sasuke's pale hipbones or his slender waist, or his feminine face or his inky black hair. Never again would he crave the sharingan.

And that was the day that I felt truly weak. The boy had surpassed our master. He had surpassed us all. And all I was was a cute face and some pretty melodies.

Not that any of it matters, because I'm better than that. I'm stronger than that. I'm Tayuya. And I will win.

Oh, wow the things I write. I must truly be insane. Please review.