A/N: Due to popular demand (!), I decided that I will indeed finish this fic. Oh, and too clear some things up, I am Catholic. The sole reason of this fic is to clear up religious stereotypes and to have people recognize that no matter what your belief or your sexual preference, you are still a good person. Of course, those points haven't been made just yet.

And also, I will try to become a bit tougher. Only a few flames ain't bad…right?

Envy

That had been the first time that Sasuke actually blew up at Naruto like that. And Naruto had to admit, it scared him a little. Fights ended up in break ups, he knew that. Sakura and Lee had been the most intimate couple in the village, yet one little bump in their perfectly smooth relationship caused a break up between the two.

Naruto shuddered at the thought. He had been all alone for his entire life until Sasuke came into the picture and made him the happiest boy in the entire world. If he lost Sasuke…

Naruto sat down on a nearby bench to the side of the dirt road and sighed. He really messed up big time. Sasuke was trying to tell him something important (well, it was important to Sasuke at least) and Naruto just blew him off. Now that he thought about it, religious groups in Konoha weren't all that common. Sure, he had heard about some Shinto groups around the area, but Christian…that was definitely odd.

Naruto leaned back and rested his arms behind his head. Christianity…the only thing he knew about that religion was that the followers believed that when they died, they would go to a place called "heaven". Besides that, he knew nothing. So why was Sasuke so riled up? Did he know something about the religion that he didn't?

"Excuse me, sir?"

Naruto's thoughts were interrupted by a small, high-pitched voice behind him. He snapped his head around. A little girl, no more than three or four, with dark, matted hair, a dirt covered face, and (this surprised Naruto the most) a missing right leg was standing behind the bench, holding a small tin cup. She gave him a toothless smile and his heart melted right there. Aw, how cute.

The girl held the cup out to Naruto. "Sir, do you have any change on you?"

Normally, Naruto would just ignore beggars, but this kid was pretty dang cute. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the only money he had: fifty Yen. Okay, it wasn't much, but…

Naruto put the money into the beaten tin cup. "Here you go."

The girl looked down into the cup and grinned again. She beamed at Naruto. "Thank you so much, sir!"

She took a deep breath and began hobbling away from the park bench on her left leg. Naruto stared after her for a while, smiling. Watching people like that made him feel fortunate for all he had: a healthy body, a nice home, and a boy who loved him…

The smile disappeared from Naruto's face. That is, if Sasuke did still love him…if he didn't, then all the other material things he had didn't matter. The thing that meant the most to him was Sasuke. Period.

Naruto got off the park bench. "Goddamit, I'm gonna go apologize to him!"

And he ran back to Sasuke's house, a pair of eyes from a branch in a tree approximately twenty feet away following him.

Michiko sighed deeply and crossed her arms over her chest. Just watching this kid (gosh, can't remember his name now) made that tiny ember of jealousy dance in her body again. When she saw that this boy and Sasuke got into a fight, a little ray of hope rose up that they might call it quits altogether. But no…here was this idiot, running back to Sasuke like some desperate puppy.

Michiko held on to the branch she was sitting on tightly. She hated that boy, she hated spying on people, and most of all…she hated how people treated her just because of her beliefs. Eventually, all her friends began to dislike her because of her "duties" for SIN (but, of course, she never divulged these duties to anyone outside the organization), people made fun of her for being "too damn prude" (I mean, come on, what's wrong with waiting?), and, even though this was extremely shallow, she didn't have time to focus all that much on her looks like a normal teenage girl. Her hair was plain and boring, her clothes were "last season", her nails had dirt underneath them, and her figure was no where near that of a sandglass. A flat, Plain Jane church girl. Oh goody.

"Don't worry", her brother had told her the night before after she confessed that she had some feelings toward the object in their mission (surprisingly, Naoki wasn't at all angry). "I'll make sure that something…good will happen. Just as long as you do as you're told, you'll get what you want."

Michiko had no idea what her brother had meant by this, but she had faith in him. After all, he was the only family she had and she loved him more than anything.

Sasuke and Naruto were back to normal. Naruto apologized profusely and gave Sasuke his favorite treat: a nice, long backrub. The subject about the religious groups wasn't brought up again that entire week, and their relationship seemed as healthy as it always was.

One day, Naruto brought Sasuke to the park bench where he had met the little beggar girl. As they were sharing a passionate kiss, the little girl unexpectedly showed up again, showing off her toothless grin and waving the tin cup in their faces.

"It's alright, Sasuke," Naruto chuckled as he dug into his pocket for some money. "She's just a little kid."

Sasuke smiled too and also dug into his pocket. He had nothing…nothing except a piece of mint gum that had been in there for almost an entire month. He sighed and slowly put the gum in the pitiful tin cup. The girl looked down at the gum and glanced back at Sasuke.

"Candy?"

Sasuke hesitated and nodded. "Yeah…candy."

Naruto smirked and patted the girl on the head. "It's as sweet as you are!"

The girl giggled and a hint of pink appeared on her dirty cheeks. No doubt about it, she was a cutie. She shifted the cup into her left hand and held out her right.

"My name is Yuko. What's yours, sir and sir?"

Naruto squeezed her hand lightly. "I'm Naruto, Yuko-chan." He pointed at Sasuke. "And this is Mr. Grouch."

Sasuke scowled but Yuko shrieked with laughter and grabbed Sasuke's hand.

"Hello, Grouch-san. Thank you very much for the candy."

And so, day after day, Sasuke and Naruto returned to that same park bench, where Yuko would hobble up to them on her good leg and offer her tin cup (Sasuke made sure to bring more than month-old gum). Once in a while, they'd even buy an ice cream cone and bring it to Yuko, who slurped it happily and graciously thanked the two boys.

After a week of seeing Yuko at that same park bench, Sasuke and Naruto returned to it once again, but when Yuko showed up, she seemed troubled and didn't enjoy her pocky as much as they expected her to.

Naruto touched Yuko's shoulder lightly as she plopped down next to him. "Yuko-chan, what's wrong?"

Yuko twiddled with her fingers and didn't answer. She looked up at the baby blue sky, her eyes strangely glazed. Without saying goodbye, she jumped off the bench and hopped away as quick as her good leg allowed. Naruto raised his brow but Sasuke simply shrugged.

The next day, the two boys showed up at the bench as usual. Ten minutes passed…twenty…then half an hour…and still no Yuko.

Naruto looked around anxiously. "Wh-where is Yuko-chan?"

Sasuke shook his head. Though he didn't want to admit it, he was a bit worried as well. He stood up off the bench and turned to Naruto.

"Let's look around the area. Maybe we'll find her."

And so Naruto went off in one direction and Sasuke the other. Behind trees, behind garbage cans, under bridges…Yuko was no where to be seen…that is, until Sasuke came to the edge of the forest.

It was the smell that reached Sasuke first. There was no doubt about it…blood. Fresh blood. Sasuke's body stiffend and his heart hammered.

Oh…my…god…

He ran into the forest and after only a few seconds he found what they were looking for. There was the young girl who called herself Yuko on the ground, her blood staining the grass underneath her body. Sasuke breathed deeply and slowly turned her over. More blood splashed down onto the ground and onto Sasuke's arm and the stench was overwhelming. Sasuke covered his mouth and suppressed a yell. Yuko's eyes were wide open and were staring at the trees above. Her neck was sliced down the middle and her stomach was ripped open. The contents looked like huge worms in a deep, crimson pool. And, though this didn't matter much anymore since the girl was dead, her left leg was gone, leaving her completely unable to walk.

The thing that shocked Sasuke the most wasn't the violent death of Yuko…but the small piece of paper on her lower stomach that had only three letters written in deep red on it:

S…I…N…

Sasuke back off slowly, and then stood up and ran, tears flowing down his face and his stomach churning. Who…who could've done this?

Approximately fifteen feet from where Sasuke found Yuko, a girl was standing behind a large tree, her body shivering, her eyes brimmed with tears, and a bloody knife held loosely in her shaking hands.

Michiko covered her mouth and closed her eyes, letting the tears fall freely. Oh… my… god…

Oh my god, I killed someone.