That was two months ago. Now, we do that often. Almost as much as we train. One or the other of our asses is always sore, and there are various other injuries, mostly pulled muscles and highly painful hickeys, that we have to hide. But nobody has any clue we do that. Kakashi and Sakura think it's just that we completely beat the shit out of each other, which we do. But we also completely fuck the shit out of each other, quite literally. We're walking that fine line between love and hate, but I feel saner and happier than I have in my life, and I think Sasuke is the happiest he's been since his family died. Some people might call us masochists, even say that we're insane, but for us, this feels right. Some others might call us faggots, but that's not quite right either. I'm not gay, because I still like Sakura-chan. But now I don't think I could ever be with her, because she could never understand it, this thing between me and Sasuke. If she knew, she'd hate me and be jealous, as if I had taken him away from her. But I haven't.
He said "yes" the last time she asked him out. I guess maybe he's remembering to love again. I never knew how, though. But I'm glad I could help him. And I think I helped make Sakura-chan very happy. I can see them from my bedroom window, walking down the street hand-in-hand. Somehow, I know Sasuke's not going to stop doing things with me just because he's dating Sakura. He loves her, but he hates me, so he'll protect her by hurting me. By fucking me, even though she wishes he would fuck her. It's her innocence, her constant hopefulness that attracts him to her, that's what attracts me to her. It's a gift to both of us, really. So we'll protect her from ever knowing what either of us is really like, on the inside. This might rip the perfect teamwork that we've all worked so hard to build apart from the inside, but I don't care, because for once in my life, I'm happy.