A/N: PLEASE READ
Trust me when I say I am a big Sakura fan. I admit that I didn't like her much in the first part of Naruto, but I absolutely adore her in Shippuden. She's strong, dependable and so funny. But it's just so easy to "bash" her. There is no unnecessary bashing though it will seem like it for a big part of the story. She will be seen in a negative light, and may be a "bad person" in the story. So if you don't like it, I ask you not to read the story.
Also, Kiba will be seen in a negative light throughout part of the story, along with Sasuke. But again, nothing against them as canon characters. Sasuke is, well Sasuke. It's just too easy to put him in a bad spot, with a personality to match. But Kiba was just chosen at random. It easily could have been any other character. But with the pairings, he just fit in better.
Concerning the characters seen in a "positive" light, there will be no Mary-sues. I hate Mary-sues with a burning passion, and I will admit I have been guilty of writing with Mary-sues as characters. But now that I know what to avoid, there will be none. No person is perfect, no matter what they seem. The same goes for my story.
And for those who have read my other stories, I will be doing a purge of a lot of my things. Some will be deleted, and others will be put on hiatus waiting for me to find the time to revise them. Because some (most) of the stories I have posted are an embarrassment. I know I write better than what I did with them, and I hate writing for them because I know I could do better. Sorry for the ubber long authors note. Just needed to get some things straight beforehand.
This is un-beta'd. If anyone would be kind enough to be my beta, I would be so thankful.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own NARUTO and I do not claim to.
xxxDon'
The empty apartment was dark, the only source of light being the moon beams that crept their way in through the windows. The heavy front door was pushed open and a short blonde male made his way in the entrance. He shut the door tightly before putting his back to the cold wood, and letting his body slide down into a fetal position. His dripping golden locks flopped against his knees and his slim shoulders shook as he was stuck between a humorless, hysteric laugh, and a gut wrenching sob.
He knew all along. Each time it happened, he knew. She thought he was dim, stupid, so oblivious and ignorant that it was pitiful. While he may not be a scholar, he did know people. He knew people very well. The blonde wasn't as ignorant as she believed, and each time it happened, he couldn't help but be shattered a little more with every incident.
It hurt, it hurt so much. He did everything for her, and would still do more. He gave everything to her, and if she wanted more, he's give it. He adored her, loved her; with every ounce of his being he wanted her. But none of that mattered, never had, never will. Even their friends warned him of her ways, pleaded with him to leave her; every time one of his friends came to him on their knees pleading forgiveness; he still loved her. And now, as he cried himself sick, because ten minutes before he caught her in bed with his best friend; he still loved her. So much, that he hated it.