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I Love You…Me

Version 1.1

One-shot

Sometimes…we all have to do things we don't want to.

And sometimes we have to do things we do want to.

Sometimes we don't even have to do them at all…

We just think we do.

Sasuke sat on his bed staring at the mirror. It had only been moments since he'd made the decision. The decision to kill Orochimaru tonight.

It hadn't really been a hard decision. It was something that had to be done in order to kill Itachi. He knew that the time for the occurrence was coming up and why put it off any longer? This was the perfect time! Orochimaru was weak and he didn't expect it.

So what was the problem?

It was simple, really. Sasuke still needed to revive his clan and he was worried that something would go wrong. If he somehow lost (he didn't really believe it could happen but if it somehow did) how would the clan be rebuilt? Itachi wasn't going to do it! It was completely up to him!

So here he sat. Waiting for the perfect time to kill, wondering what he should do. The mirror didn't help much, it only gave him a perfect view of his troubled expression. As if there were two of him mocking-

Wait…that was it. Two of him! He could revive the clan all on his own, and all he needed was a clone and Naruto's own personal technique.

The Sexy Jutsu.

Sasuke smirked, a rare smirk, at this discovery. It hadn't been hard to think of at all! But now the question was how to go about doing it. It wasn't something he could ask someone else about. After all, how many people in this world have had sex with themselves in order to procreate?

The answer; no one. Ever. Sasuke would be the first. That was something else to feel happy about, or at least as happy as Sasuke could get these days.

First, he created the clone. A simple thing to do, he'd done it tons of times before. Of course, those times he hadn't had any thoughts of doing what he was about to do. Who would? It was absolutely crazy! But Sasuke was starting to believe that insanity ran in his family.

Next was the sexy jutsu. Should he do it, or the clone? The clone of course! If he did get pregnant, he couldn't fight Orochimaru! Pregnant women were horrible at fighting, and to change back into a man could do horrible things to the child.

Conclusion; it had to be the clone.

So, after all this planning, and the completion of his jutsus he was ready. He was about to lose his virginity to himself. What an odd situation.

Clothes were quickly removed and Sasuke stepped forward. His clone didn't move. She appeared to be in some kind of creepy daze. As if this shouldn't be happening.

But Sasuke didn't care! He needed to revive his clan! He needed to continue the Uchiha line! The world needed Uchihas, it just wasn't right without them.

So he leaned forward, got ready, and almost touched lips with his clone. Almost. A small poof sounded and the clone disappeared. On the floor, where she had once stood, layed a note.

The Sexy Jutsu clones were not created for personal, sexual enjoyment.

Please do not attempt this again.

Find a real woman!

-Sincerely, the makers of the Sexy Jutsu

Sasuke smirked and rolled his eyes. 'The makers of the Sexy Jutsu', huh? He always knew Naruto wouldn't be able to come up with something like that on his own.

Oh well, Uchiha's never lose anyway. And, besides, he still had Sakura.