A/N: Heh...decided to add one more chapter. Hope you'll like it, especially you, TheAliensDidIt :D

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A half year has gone, he's been assigned on missions along with his old team, though, not serious A or B rank – the Hokage didn't trust him yet. But he was happy that he had the chance to get out of Konoha with his old friends, with her. She was still avoiding him, no matter how hard he tried to act friendly and nice, she wont believe this mask.

It killed him seeing her with that goddamned prick named Genma. And what pissed him off the most was that Genma was actually a good guy. Kakashi often took Naruto, Sai and Sasuke with him to drink with his buddies. As much as he hated to admit, Genma really cared for Sakura.

But he needed her. Like a heart needs to beat, like he needed air to breath, heck, he would live without air if only she was by his side. She would be his air.

Sasuke hated himself for all the mistakes he's done in the past. He shouldn't have listened to his brother, shouldn't have wanted to obtain higher powers, shouldn't have followed his hatred, shouldn't have avoided her. Now she avoided him.

But slowly he started to melt the ice in her heart. She even talked to him, few sentences and the routine "Hi" and "Bye", but it was better than the mute nod or an empty look.

Boy, he loved her eyes. He didn't remember them to be so live, so full of emotions, so green and deep. He could drown in them. He would do anything to see a smile in them. He would die to see how her eyes reflected love and happiness, lust and desire. How those eyes would look at him when he touched her, making her want more of him.

He loved her hair. He remember when she wore them short, after the chunnin exams, but now she had grown them long. He had always loved woman with long hair, but never anyone like her. At missions he would always run behind her just to catch the smell of her hair and to see how the sunlight and wind played in them. It made Sasuke's day when he saw a glimpse of pink somewhere in the crowd; just the thought that it might be her, made his heart beat faster. He had this desperate need to run his hands through her hair whenever she was around, to mess the knot she made when working at hospital. Yes, he would "accidentally" cut himself, break a bone, let Naruto beat the hell out of him, just to see her. To feel her hands healing the little bruises she knew would heal by themselves but she wont turn him down. She had the kindest heart he knew, she wont let someone suffer pain.

He loved her lips. He was jealous that Naruto could make her laugh, when all that he could manage was a polite, faint smile. He loved how her lips moved when she talked. But he hated when those lips kissed Genma, when he was supposed to be the one kissing her pink, luscious lips. He often imagined how it would be to kiss her, to feel her lips on his skin, how would she taste. Perhaps like cherries or sunlight. Or like a sweet spring breeze, like summer nights.

He loved her moves. So graceful and light like cherry blossoms in the wind. But then again, her chakra punch was destructible like a storm. And that's what he loved the most – she was this small, petite woman with inhuman strength in her hands that touch could heal the deepest bruise. Her hands could sweep away every pain.

He loved her. And he had become obsessed with her. Sasuke would follow Sakura when she got off work. He would stalk her when she was with Genma, touching, kissing and having sex. He didn't care how sick it sounded, he just needed to see her. He would imagine himself in Genmas place. Sometimes he caught himself and then he felt disgusted and dirty, and then he would leave, go to the bar and drink until he couldn't make sense of what he was thinking and then knock at Ino's doors who always welcomed him. And then he would imagine her being Sakura. God, these were moments he lost his mind. And feared he would never find it again, but he did, at the mornings when he woke up with a headache and Ino by his side and then quietly sneak out of her apartament, swearing he'd never return there.

And then came the night he made everything worse.

Sasuke was drunk, but he wouldn't admit it since he was capable of walking straight. She had just finished her shift and was going home. It was late and the streets were empty. He had hidden his chakra the moment he saw her, just to not let her sense him. He followed her, then turned in some small street to overtake her. She didn't suspect his presence in the dark, narrow street when she passed by it. He then grabbed her wrist and pulled her against the wall. Her eyes wide and confused.

"Sasuke, what are y-"

He cut her off with a kiss he had been wanting to give her. Passionate, deep and agressive. But she was strugling, moving her head away form his lips, but he pushed himself closer her and caught her hands before she punched him, took them in his one hand and put above her head. He saw anger in her eyes.

"Let go off me!" She hissed. And he liked it. She breathed heavily, her brests moving with each breath she took. With his free hand he touched her cheek and she quickly moved her face away, he didn't stop. His fingers traveled down her neck to her collarbone. God, her skin was so soft! And she smelled so sweet. He bent his head closer her ear and whsipered: "Sakura..." his breath causing her shiver, "I know you want this," a kiss on her jawline, "you've always wanted this", his lips moving further her neck, collarbone and stopped when reached the fabric of her clothing, "you've always wanted me."

"Sasuke, please. Let me go." She was begging, but he wasn't done yet. He wanted to prove how much he needed her, how much he yearned for her. That every cell in his body was screaming for her touch and kiss. He wanted to feel her skin on his. "I love you, Sakura. I've always loved you."

Sakura was squeezed between him and the wall and he could feel how her body trembled, he could feel each her move. He saw fear, anguish and disgust in her eyes, and he didn't like this. He wanted her to look at him with the same eyes she look at Genma. With eyes of love, desire and lust. He wanted her to scream her name in pleasure not in hate. But he was so carried away from her presence that he couldn't control his hands when they moved so eagerly over her body. He was so ignorant about what happened around him that he didn't notice a person standing behind me.

"I suggest you to get off my fiancee, Uchiha."

"Genma! Thank God...please, help me!"

The world suddenly stopped and his brain freeze. Fiancee. She was Genmas fiancee. Not his. He slowly let Sakura go and she run to her future husband. He was still with his back against his rival, trying to understand what he's done and what will happen in the future. How he's going to live without her in his life. He then finally faced them. Sakura sobbing in Genmas arms while he and he's friend Raidou looked at him with anger. What has he done? Now Sakura will never forgive him. He has ruined every chance to be her friend again. "I'm sorry..." he somehow managed to get this miserable sentence over his lips. "Sakura...please forgive me! I didn't mean to do this to you...I'm sorry." He fell on his knees with regret on his face.

"You can't seriously belive that I'll ever forgive you!" Sakura yelled through tears. "I loved you, Sasuke and you turned me down, you left me and now you're back and telling me you've always loved me? I've finally found a man worth my love and if you really love me like you say, then you'll let me go. You'll let me have the happiness I deserve."

And with that she left. He was alone in a dark, narrow street with his heart broken, with his hopes and dreams smashed into thousand little pieces.

Pitiful. I am pitiful.