There were a few months between when it all began, and when it all ended, where there was simply nothing.

She — her body — wasn't used in any way during those months where all anything anyone ever did was begin to prepare for the entrance exams that were slowly creeping in on them like a bad storm a few days away. And while this would normally please a person, she found that it was rather annoying.

She sat in class, and didn't have to worry about him burning his eyes into the back of her neck. He'd… seem to lose interest in her, after a while.

It'd been weeks since he last touched her; pulled her into the nearest, private area and done with her what he pleased. She oddly missed it, as uncommon as it sounded. Because despite what he had done to her, she had found some sort of comfort in it — in the fact that she enjoyed it.

It was that little part of her that said to her, Mom and Dad would be proud of you — because she wasn't with a female, but with a male. It was what they expected of her, a female.

But she also missed being with the pretty redhead.

She, too, forgot about her, in time. The days that they sought comfort in each other came to a close, and she, herself, slowly began to swerve away from the young beauty who was one of the prettiest and brightest girls in school.

Tapping her pencil against her desk as she watched the documentary on human anatomy, she began to chew on her lip as she found that her life had gotten very boring, very quickly, and that her sexual urges seemed to be completely gone. It had seemed as if the fire in her stomach had finally been put-out…

But by what, she wondered.

What had caused her to become so disinterested in the carnal pleasure that she so voluntarily engaged in whenever either of the two showed signs of wanting it from her — or just took it.

She didn't think it could go away so easily. A few months of it was surely not enough to meet the years of watching, gazing, noticing. Yet that seemed to be the case. She, like those two, was no longer interested in waking-up with sweat covering her body, and hiding what she was doing from her ever-religious family who saw her as nothing but the perfect, angelic daughter.

If only they knew…


But they never will.


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Sexuality

Asexuality


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School was boring…

Class was boring…

Home was boring church was boring her friends were boring.

Life was boring.

Life was boring.

Those were her thoughts each of those months, as she did nothing but studystudystudy for her college entrance exams. She spent her school days at school, working hard and trying not to glance at the spiky-haired boy or red-headed girl as they sat within her field of vision.

She struggled to keep her eyes towards the front of the class — at the teacher, board, and lesson.

But it was hard not noticing how things had changed in a few short weeks. From her being with both of them, secretly, to being with neither of them, openly. It was a sad, sad transition that made her regret some of the things that she'd done.

Yet, she couldn't find it in herself to care much, as her curiosity drizzled away like the heavy weight of cumulonimbus clouds during a downpour.

(Oddly enough, it was raining that day).

"Sakura." Her teacher called her. She looked at the professional — the person designated by the country to teach her in school all the material that they (believed) she would need later on in life. She blinked at them. "Pay attention — you can't afford to daydream."

She nodded and, as a way of apologizing for not being fully-invested in the lesson, answered a few of the teacher's questions.

She may have been spacing out lately, but she was still a bright girl and managed to pick-up on some of the material. This pleased her teacher, and they quickly went back to the lesson — as if she hadn't been sleeping, and made some of the students struggling to keep their good grades, dumb, by being lazy and still getting answers right.

It was a cruel thing to do, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

She's been doing a lot of that, recently.


No interest.

She had absolutely no interest in sex, anymore, as odd as it may seem given how she was very close to a succubus a while back.

Yet she didn't catch herself staring at either of them, anymore, after a few weeks. Not when they were so close she could breathe in their scents, not when they were in gym class and dressed in the uniforms that the school makes them buy, each year, and not when they were somewhat half-naked whenever she caught the two together, going at it.

Perhaps that was why she was no longer interested; they seemed to be together, again.

Several times she's already caught them having sex; doing with each other what they had done to her (or as much as they'd been able to), in the places that they'd done it to her.

Today, it was the school's female locker-room.

As much as they tried to hide the noises, she had become accustomed to hearing them and could very easily identify what they were doing. It was weird hearing them, and not being a part of it; especially since she was in the stall right next to theirs, showering.

"Shut up…" He whispered to her, harshly. And this surprised the young female, very much. She thought that he was much sweeter to his (what was she now to him? His girlfriend, once again — or, maybe, friends with benefits? Or was she still his ex-girlfriend, but he needed to feel her wrapped around him, once more?)… female companion, more than she was to him. Yet, he was harsher; his tone, by no means, holding that level of calm fury that he would have whenever he whispered things into her ear, before.

"Ngh — Sasuke…"

She rolled her eyes; finding that while it sounded very hot on the other side, it no longer piqued her interest. Despite rubbing her intimate areas as she bathed while listening to them fuck — what was probably all it was: a quick fuck — she didn't feel that tingling sensation that she would normally get as she did this, before.

Her lust had gone down to zero, and now she found that the very concept of it was… boring.

Finishing her shower, she immediately took notice of how they quieted down as she began to wrap her towel around herself. She sighed at this, and, just for the heck of it, knocked on the door. She could hear brief whispers before the female whom her body no longer craved, responded.

"Y-yes?!" She asked. (Surely he was still moving within her; her voice was strangled).

"Please, have sex in different places." She said; hearing them gasp as they heard the sound of her voice — recognizing it, but for entirely different reasons. "This is something two amateurs would do — I'm pretty sure neither of you are amateurs. Especially you, Uchiha-san, given your… history…"

She walked away, but not before hearing the redhead begin to shout at the man whom, just moments ago, had her crying out in pleasure, but now screaming at him in fury.

She couldn't help but smirk.


The noise he created was large as he slammed his hand down on the desk that she had been seated at. She was startled, for a moment, but she heaved a sigh as she looked at his angry face. (Briefly, she remembered a time where she would've been intimidated by it. But now no longer did he have this domineering force over her).

"What. The. Hell?" He sneered.

"You look quite refreshed. Healthier, even. That locker-room sex must've been exactly what you needed."

He glared at her more. But she didn't budge. He was surprised by the emotionless look in her face as she carried-on with eating from her bento; her dainty little hands skillfully using the chopsticks to grab at roasted shrimp.

His eyes landed on her mouth as she took the shrimp in; the simple act oddly provocative to him.

"Don't talk to me like that. Who the fuck do you think you are?"

She stood. She closed her bento, grabbed it, and looked at him dead in his pool-like eyes.

"I'm Haruno Sakura. Student. Female. Not a toy." Her words were harsh as she spoke them with extreme confidence; a confidence that hadn't been there, before. Normally, she wouldn't have done such a thing; because she thought of him as one of the most gorgeous males on the universe and wanted nothing more than to be covered in his sweat and used by him.

But now, now she felt the attractive gone. Yes, his eyes were still swimmable dark pools of darkness, but now that she knew more of his cruel personality, the attraction was overshadowed.

His pretty face was a mask for something sinister — something she didn't care for…

"Have a happy life, Uchiha." She spat his last name in a way that made it sound dishonorable. And this didn't sit well with him. He grabbed onto her wrist as she attempted to walk away, and pulled her back.

By now, the patrons in the room had begun to notice the two of them, and watched with hungry eyes at the interaction between the god of the school and... the girl with pink hair that no one had ever seemed to notice, until now, as she boldly pulled her hand out of his grip and give him a dirty look; strength in her eyes.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch me. God knows where those hands of yours have been…" Her voice was laced with venom as she spoke. Some would say that it sounded like that of a jealous girlfriend.

But that voice came a few moments later, while their argument grew more heated.


She didn't flinch when the redhead struck her.

She took it, placing her hand on her cheek, and stood there while the female yelled at her — calling her all sorts of names that were synonyms for harlot.

"You fucked my boyfriend? How could you?! I trusted you!"

She didn't respond.

She was unsure of why she couldn't feel anything towards this girl. She had once convinced herself that she was very much in love with the beauty. But like everything else in the past month, she found that she simply couldn't care.

"I deserve that." She said when the redhead seemed to calm down; her face almost as red as her hair. "But I assure you, the affair wasn't serious. I was frustrated and curious."

"So you just go around fucking people's boyfriends while you do the same to—"

"No. I take them out on others… or I don't think. One of the two — a little bit of both, this time, I believe." She said softly; not all at feeling remorse for what she had done.

This seemed to further anger the redhead as she got her clawed hand ready to strike the female, once again. She anticipated that if she let this carry-on any further, there would be hair pulling, cursing, and a bunch of shit that she honestly couldn't find it in herself to care about.

Sighing, she rolled her eyes at the furious female; her mind no longer registering the fact that she was even more beautiful when she was angry.

"Save it." She said. "There's no reason to fight. I'm not attracted to him, anymore. As odd as it is, I just… I can't find it in myself to take notice of him — it'd be a waste of my time and energy to flock to him like all other shallow females in this school…"


She turned and left. Eyes on her; burning into her, but her body no longer reacting like before.


She really held no interest.


When it was time to go home, she was more-than-happy. Home was a haven for her; where she could escape the eyes of the students as they all stared.

She knew that they were gossiping about her; about how she had sex with Uchiha Sasuke and stood-up to both him and his… female companion, at lunch. It made her hated by the fan-girls who wished that they were her, and yet now a target for the boys who hated the Uchiha. They now wanted to know if they were better than him, and she was the only other girl in the whole school who had shared a bed with him.

But she, ever-clever, didn't show any interest in them. Because for some unknown oddity, she no longer saw them as males — just creatures; walking chunks of matter whose bodies sought to do nothing but reproduce. And this realization made her sick of them and begin to look down upon their species, and her owns.

Every male was now a blur, and every female was now insignificant. Her senses had dulled-down to the point where everyone was the same, and she couldn't find it in herself to be attracted to them, in any way.

She wondered why, for the umpteenth time that day, as she walked home from school after dodging another wave of hormonal teenage boys, why she no longer cared about the difference between male and female, and saw the sexes as blobs that, while holding some differences between the two, were all the same and rather boring.

Sighing, she pulled-out a cigarette and twirled it in her hand. She'd kept one in her pocket, every day, waiting for the right moment to light it and reminisce in the moments in life where she truly was happy.

She thought back to Kin.

Her childhood.

How the two spent loads of time together after their first encounter, and how Kin always said that, one day, she would be ruined.

And she couldn't help but wonder if today was that day.

Had she finally been ruined?


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*Note(s): This story is SasuSaku because, despite how it may look, they do end-up together. Of course, I won't be showing any of that since this is a project and I'm kinda not into the whole lovey-dovey-hanky-panky stuff, and will be focusing on my angst-y things for a while.

Karin found-out about Sasuke and Sakura's affair when Sasuke tried to explain himself to Sakura's comment in the girls' locker room. He spilled everything, and in turn, she did the same. That was why Sasuke confronted her at the table; he wanted an explanation as to why she had been doing the things he did. (There is also that part of him whose pride was hurt and angered at hearing that a female whom he had been sleeping with, also went to his girlfriend for sexual pleasure).

This chapter was hard to write. Thankfully, it's a project and I don't have to put in that much effort.

Next (and final) chapter: Sexuality