This is the first fanfic I've done. I'm not all that confident with it to be honest I can see soooo many mistakes. That might just be me though .;

Anywho, behold one-sided SasoDei! Wooo! Please review! Just please don't flame, I don't mind you being harsh, at least then I know what people really think of it.

Disclaimer - Naruto and all it's contents does not belong to me. If it did it wouldn't be safe for children.

Just For Me

Everyday I have to look at them, watch as they drape themselves all over each other.

I can't do anything to stop that Uchiha claiming the lips that should be mine. Unworthy hands tangle themselves in hair as bright as the purest gold; I want noting more than to rip them away from each other and take what belongs to me.

For years the blonde tripped over himself to try and gain my affection, for years I ignored and insulted him, shooting him down each and every time. I could see him crumbling, I could see him slipping, my beautiful angel started to fade. Those shining blue eyes, that were more entrancing than any sapphire, dulled and darkened with each rejection.

The day I realized what I felt for my teammate HE turned up. He stole my blonde from me, took the affection I was so close to taking for my own.

That black haired devil returned my precious to the way he was before my idiocy destroyed him. I was so glad to see that sparkle return to those glorious eyes I had grown to adore, but I wanted to be the one to do it. I wanted to watch as the light seeped back into his irises.

I realize that if I hadn't been so cruel, hadn't refused his feelings as harshly as I did, I would be the one clutching that magnificently sculpted body to my own. I would be the one twining my tongue with his. Not that foul Uchiha bastard.

"Jesus fucking Christ you bloody fucks! Do that shit elsewhere! I don't want to see you two wankers get off with each other!"

I could feel my blood boil as Itachi stood, gripping the blushing sculptor in his arms.

I could only watch as my Deidara was swept from the room, laughing and giggling as though he'd never felt a thing for me.

Then again, who could love a cold-hearted puppet for any serious length of time?

Not Deidara it seems, not the one I want.

Thanks for reading! I don't usually write things like this, usually it's all crazy and manic. But meh, that'll come later