You make it seem like its something great…

I hadn't taken any precautions before I entered the Uchiha household. Oh, for instants, what was Sasuke up to relationship wise? Who did he have feelings for, after all most men seem to be into sex and relations at this time of age? Maybe it was because he was Sasuke.

Oh, Sasuke, you sick bastard.

My eyes had flickered to the clock for some random, strange reason. As if Sasuke kissing me was dull and boring. Which it wasn't, mind you. It wasn't pleasant, hell no; I was in shock, and trying to collect my mind. So my eyes flickered to the clock.

Approximately, 7:56 pm, Uchiha Sasuke had smacked his pink, dried lips against my slightly blood soaked ones.

My hands automatically jumped on his shoulders. His eyes were close- and oh, god, he was trying to enter my mouth with his tongue. I immediately pushed off him thinking about a certain other ninja.

Wiping my mouth, I glared at him. Right then, thoughts of sucking his blood went flying past me. He could keep his blood, what I wanted was my kiss back!

He shrugged and smirked, and I remembered him saying something like, Ha, I'm such an idiot for falling for you.

It hit me how much you affect the taste of your blood, by watching him stare at me like that. Naruto, for example, was like sunshine, a warm, gentle, yet hyper man who would put a smile on someone's face. He was just like the blood that coursed his fine body. I loved it, I loved him. But Sasuke…after those few swallows of his blood; I came to terms that it was dark, quiet and... unexpecting. Just like him.

And that's why I was so attracted to it.

Talking about attraction, I was hit with this sudden realization, that holy crap, Sasuke just confessed his feelings for me.

My immediate response: What.

He repeated his words, and I had blankly stared at him. How could he? I was Haruno Sakura, the annoying girl who happened to be his teammate, who had a crush on him for so long, who…sucked blood…and he was Uchiha Sasuke, man of wonder, revenge, and darkness. It didn't fit.

Revive my clan with me, Haruno Sakura.

Oh.

He told me that he had chosen me. Chosen. What a funny way to put it. He said that after all that he'd been through- all the girls that he had spent time with weren't worthy enough. I was perfect. His 'soul mate'.

I walked out of the house without a single word.

There's no way in hell that I had been in love with that jerk, I told myself walking up Naruto's apartment. How could someone see another in such a way? With no little respect? As if nothing matters about them except what you want. Throw away personality; throw away years of development, all for one single-

Oh, god.

I was having an epiphany. A moment of realization. In frustration I had kicked Naruto's door and slumped on the rail. I was like that. That person who threw aside everything just for one simple wish- goal.

Blood.

Naruto opened the door and peered outside, Sakura. For some exotic reason, I jumped on his wrapped my arms around it, and sobbed into his neck. He was startled but nevertheless patted me on the back.

He never asked what was wrong, what was troubling. No 'what do you need', 'are you okay?' There was no moment of hesitation as he lifted me off my feet, arms still wrapped around my waist, carried me over to my bed. He stayed with me that night, never once leaving my side or taking his arms off me. Even when I pulled up and sank my teeth into his neck, he stayed with me.

There was no other way to put it.

Morning came around next day, and I drowsily pulled myself up. I winced at something on my skin. Everywhere on my skin. (Also wincing at the dryness of my throat; I was thirsty) I gasped in pain and gazed around at the sleepy Naruto. My head dropped to my arm and seeing nothing wrong with the skin there, I got up.

My body had retreated to the shade, away from the window, where the sun's rays blasted through it. What was going on?

I held my foot out and felt a burning sensation on my toes. I didn't retreat, this was something I could handle, after all I was a ninja, but it was so…odd. I went ahead and wore long sleeved shirts.

I was off for 'monthly needs' shopping (as a side note…no, I was not attracted to that) that morning (I didn't forget my meal off Naruto), kind of still irritated at the burns the sun was putting on me. God, did I have sun burn? Skin cancer? I had wracked my brain and made my way.

Once I was done, I checked my bag to make sure all the ingredients for the special ramen I was going to make for Naruto were there. I was accidentally bumped into by a big figure. Maybe accidentally was the total opposite, considering it was Sasuke.

Have you made up your mind?

I love Naruto. I snarled, backing away and walking the opposite direction.

I know, but you really love me; from the start.

Time's have changed. My love for you was fake.

You know that's not true. He kept on following me. I furrowed my brows, and stopped in my tracks. I had swiveled around. Right then and there, in the midst of many villagers and shop owners, I blurted it all out.

When I was finished, I stared at him with all the fierceness I held back. He seemed unsure now, as if knowing the truth of which I really was- what I really did- changed his views of me.

I guess I wasn't his ideal bride.

I scrambled home. Naruto wasn't there. He had left a note saying he was with his buddies. I noticed something wrong with the atmosphere automatically; my eyes flickered to the window post. Sasuke perched on top of it. He told me that he didn't care. That it wasn't my fault for liking blood; so in the end he didn't freak out. And we were back on square one.

When collecting my memories, I remembered a pulse in my temple, loud and strong. Fisting my hand, I muttered two words. Then let me have some of your blood.

He obeyed to my pleasure. It wasn't a deal; I would never be his baby machine. This was just me using someone's wishes for my own.

That was when Naruto had entered.

I wasn't doing anything bad, but it sure must have seemed like it. I pushed off Sasuke, dramatically. Naruto's eyes were wide, swallowing in what just happened. Sasuke smirked; he seemed to have no remorse for his best friend.

Just like the surprises keep piling, Naruto broke out into a small smile. He greeted Sasuke.

Over the past few days, I seriously wondered what had happened. How was I jumping back and forth between Sasuke and Naruto, sucking their blood, with them not caring of any of our whereabouts? Ugh, how can this be possible? Either way, I was happy.

Not that Sasuke was my world like Naruto, but I was spending equal time with two of my cherished boys; two of my cherished life fluids.

One evening, I was serving ramen again to Naruto, when I noticed him acting weird. I asked what was wrong, he denied. When I set the food, Naruto didn't seem worked up like he usually is over ramen. As a small surprise, I leaned in and met him on the lips. He blinked and looked up.

What's wrong?

It's just… he bit his lip. He was so cute sometimes. Something's bothering me.

I knew automatically, Sasuke.

He jumped up, Sakura, its not that I don't like you spending time with him, no, he's our teammate, part of Team 7…its just…he was back to his gloomy side.

Yes?

I want to be the only person who gives you blood. he was blushing.

I was surprised. Very, surprised. I laughed slightly, and seeing that he was serious, I pouted, Naruto?

It's selfish, yeah. But…I want it to be only our thing. I'm really, really, sorry that I'm treating your situation like something that should be prized, because I know you're frustrated over it…its just…I want it to be me only. Only me.

Yes.

That was my answer to him. I took him off guard, for he didn't expect such an automatic answer. I agreed. And there were no second thoughts. If Naruto wanted this small of a request, I would give it to him. I can live off only his blood. After all, his was a hundred times greater than anyone elses. It was my addiction that simulated my life. Sasuke can deal, there were hundreds of other woman in Konoha. Naruto wasn't being selfish, it was Sasuke.

As I dragged him to bed, leaving our food cold out, a twinge of disappointed lingered in my heart.

I was disappointed Naruto was getting too attached to this situation.

Disappointed that I didn't care.