"How Long can we wait,

For things to change?"

Angels with Even Filthier Souls

Hawthorne Heights

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and I don't own AwEFS or HH.

Note: Once again, I have no specc/grammar check --.--

Is she okay? She looks sick, like she might throw up or faint or collapse any moment. I'm worried for her, I guess. She is my teammate, isn't she? And she had the biggest crush on me-was it even real? Or puppy love? Is it still there? She must hate both of us.

But she looks sad, and she's smiling with a lopsided broken smile that I wish I could fix. I feel so sorry for her, I wish we could've not hurt her.

But now, now we're parting out ways and he's got my hand tight in his. He knows she's sad, too. But he also knows he deserves someone, too. And that I want him and he want's me. And I'm forgetting everything now, because we're not even at my house yet, and somehow we got sidetracked and he's up against the tree and I'm kissing him and he's kissing me, and there's so much passion.

And all I can think about consciously is him, and how he tastes, and smells, and feels.

But somewhere deeper I'm thinking about her. Thinking about her, that pitiful half-smile half-broken look that she gave me, and I wouldn't give this up for the world, but if there was anything I could do to make it easier for her.

Because I know how it feels to be betrayed, to have everything fine and happy. I know how it feels to have every damned good thing, broken.

And then it's gone, it's gone before you can say another thing, before you can say one last word in the sanity. And suddenly you're so sad and angry, and you just want to kill someone then crawl in a whole and die.

Because it's been done to me, too. Because he broke me, and I turned around and said I would never hurt anyone that way-betraying them when they needed you, loved you most-but I did it to her. Kami-sama, what was I thinking? What was he thinking? Didn't he know how much it hurt her, for us to be doing this? She's my friend, my teammate, she's a friend to both of us, a teammate to both of us.

But Kami-sama, I couldn't do anything to make her feel better. What's done is done, and what's been taken has been taken. And oh shit, he know's what strings to pull, and he knows how to pull them well and she's leaving my mind again, to be replaced by that dammned feeling I had never felt for anyone before him.

But she's not gone for long, and he notices I'm thinking about her because he stops. And he's thinking about her too.

What the hell have we done, to our team?" I ask, slowly, softly, yet not with regret and he knows it.

"She'll be okay . . ."

"How can we be sure?" I didn't mean to speak that harshly, and he knows it but still looks a bit taken aback. We decide we should part ways for the night, so I can collect my thoughts and he can do the same.

And I didn't expcet to see her, standing at the training ground. She's sitting on her legs in a parying position, but she's not praying. Her hands are covering her face, and I can hear the distinct sounds of crying she wasn't muffling to well. God, I hate this! And she hears me walk by, and I stop and she wipes away her tears and I meet her eyes, sorrow lacing in them, pity and so much more.

And I can see her eyes well up more tears so I raise a hand in exit, and I leave. I can't stand it. I can't meet her eyes like this. Team Seven is as good as gone.