This is a very short chapter, but it needed to be with the way I wrote it. I had to do a catch-up sort of thing between both characters before I could really dive into it any further. Besides that, you all were way past due an update! For some odd reason I didn't work at all this week - besides Monday - so I figured it was my duty to update! I will do best to pump out another chapter by the end of next week, even though I have work almost every day and 2 exams to take for Biology.

Here is Chapter 11! Though short, it packs a punch! Enjoy!

The tears had finally dried. She didn't have anything left in her to cry anymore. Sakura knew this ache in her chest would last for a while after this, but why keep crying? She was exhausted and tired, and if she kept crying, she would only feel that much weaker.

To keep her mind occupied, she decided to do a little bit of cooking for her and her guest, Gaara. Now there were two bowls of piping hot instant ramen sitting before her on the island. She glanced up at the male before her, passing the bowl to where he sat.

"Can you do your best to just sum up what an asshole he is? I mean…" She put her bowl up on the counter next to him, then placed two forks down. "…I already have a good idea anyways."

Gaara nodded, picking up his fork to start eating. The Haruno began walking around the island to sit down next to him and fill her stomach with the warm noodles. "Sasuke has always been a big flirt. He liked to talk to a bunch of girls and mess around to keep his options only. Even after he met his girlfriend, he still flirted around. They broke up for a while because she had heard things, and they had both agreed to not get involved with anyone else."

Sakura gulped, knowing Sasuke had broken that pact with her, Himiko, and god knows who else. She kept eating her ramen, momentarily glancing at the red head next to her. "Obviously that didn't last, even before you. He was at it right after they broke up. Now she won't even talk to him and he's hurting. I guess him using girls just helps him cope with his loss. But trust me, it's over."

At least she knew to get away from him…

The rosette slurped up some more noodles, then drank a little bit of the broth. It was still a little to hot for that though. She sighed during the moment of silence, head filled with thoughts. "I guess he's not ready for any kind of commitment with how he whores around…"

"Please tell me he didn't say you two were going to start dating."

Her green eyes looked to her right to meet his, and she shook her head. "No, he didn't. I remember him saying 'good friends.' But…he agreed to doing it again…" Sakura trailed off, eyes casting down into her half full bowl of noodles of broth. This was much harder to talk about after being so emotionally worked up. Her cheeks already began to burn and tingle with heat, her eyes tearing up. All the Haruno could think about was how badly he fucked her over. How many other people had he done this to? Who else knew her pain?

"Gaara, how many people has he gone all the way with?" Fork in hand, she twirled her noodles in a playful manor, though in a rather deep thought. It seemed like a rather good distraction at the moment.

"Honestly, I don't know. He doesn't like to tell me or Naruto very often. Sure, he mentions who he is talking to, but rarely tells us who he hopes to mess around with. Sasuke hasn't even specifically said that he has had sex with someone. Well…until you."

This caught her attention. Sakura paused her noodle twirling to look over at him. And this time their eyes stayed together. "He…told you?"

"As far as I know Sakura, I was the only person he told. He did it simply to evoke my emotions toward you to get me angry. A lot of what he did, which started a bit after I supposedly hurt you, was to make me loose my cool. He knows I care for you like a sister and wanted to use that against me." It almost made perfect sense to her. Sasuke tried to kiss her and grab her and bragged about fucking her to make Gaara angry. Her question though…

"But why?"

Gaara ate a few more noodles, though looked back at the Haruno who had just spoken. He swallowed his food and paused once again from eating. "Why what?"

"Why would Sasuke want to get back at you? What did you do to piss him off? Or…I wonder if his motive the whole time was to just sleep with me in hopes to make you mad. Not because he cared…"

"It may be hard to believe, but the guy does have a heart. He really did care about you." Suddenly, Sakura found herself becoming upset very quickly. She could feel her body begin to shake, fist clenching her fork. Using the word 'care' and referring to Sasuke in the same sentence evoked a heavy amount of anguish. It seemed like nothing but a lie.

The Haruno still was shaking, ready to snap. "He doesn't have a heart, nor did he care!" A warm, salty fluid filled her eyes as she stared off into her bowl of ramen, body coursing with frustration. Her face was turning red again from the emotions she felt and the tears in her eyes.

Gaara seemed to ignore her obvious anger to continue backing his point. "I never saw him ever get work up over a girl like he has you, in the emotional sense. Not since his girlfriend. She was the only other girl he really cared about. She left him, and then you were just…there for him, I suppose."

Her gut twisted and she wanted to get sick. Her upset emotions were taking a physical turn on her, and now the tears began to flow freely onto the countertop. Sakura couldn't say anything to what she was hearing - she never knew things were like this. How…can this be true? How can it…be true at all…?

Her vision remained blurred, jade eyes burning. "He never told me directly how he felt about you, but he did tell Suigetsu. He knew you liked me and didn't want to stir anything up. Why else would he do what he did if he didn't truly care for your well-being?"

"No." The red head shifted his vision to his left to the badly shaken female, taking visible notice that she was trembling. The tears had come back heavily, and it seemed like the anger had to.

"No what?"

Then, she snapped. "NO!" Her fists slammed into the counter, making both bowls lift up then clang back down loudly. Her voice alone left his ears ringing. Now he had done it. Her head quickly shifted to look at him, body also shifting to face him. He could look right into those broken eyes now. "Stop playing these fucking mind games Gaara! None of this justifies what he did to me today! He called me a cunt! A useless piece of shit!"

The rosette could feel her heart racing, and breathing also took more of an effort that it had before. Her chest felt heavy. Her vision was still blurred on and off from all the tears. And things started to spin around all of a sudden. "If he really cared…then…" she paused, taking in a breath as her heart still beat rapidly. It felt like it was going to explode. "…I wouldn't be here now! We….wouldn't have had sex!"

Sakura stopped again, tears ceasing. No, something was wrong now. She was having incredible difficulty breathing. She found her hand instinctively pressing against her chest, trying to take in air. But her heart was beating so hard and fast that even all the oxygen in the world wouldn't be enough.

"Sakura?" She began to lean forward, gasping, choking out tears in frustration. As much as she tried to calm herself down, it was to late. She knew exactly what was happening. She was starting to hyperventilate. Everything started to spin again and she felt extremely light headed. The Haruno did, however, feel Gaara's hands place themselves on her shoulders, keeping her up from falling.

"Do you need to go to the…?" Sakura shook her head, flaring her nostrils to try to breath through those instead to fight for consciousness. Because her heart was working so fast and pumping so much blood, her body needed extra oxygen. And she simply couldn't keep up with that demand. She was close to passing out due to lack of oxygen, and if she didn't calm down quickly, she would be out very soon.

It was too much for her to handle though. Having a guy she fell head over heels for also take her virginity, then to only found out she was played was bad enough. But in the same day, Gaara was trying to tell her Sasuke really wasn't as heartless as he seemed. He was trying to explain that, despite the fact he said he fucked another girl and called her useless shit, that he still cared for her like he had his ex girlfriend? It seemed like it was all hopeless - she could have had Sasuke then, like she wanted. They could have dated and potentially fallen in love? Ultimately, that's what it turned out to be. What had gone so terribly wrong to steer them down this path? A path of a hook-up. A one time thing. She had given Sasuke her heart so quickly because she trusted him, and today he turned around and smashed it to pieces. Saying he cared made this a slow, painful torture. Like Sasuke was trying to pick up the pieces and sew them back together. But was that even the case?

Everything was a terribly confusing mess. Sakura wanted the pain to go away. She wanted Gaara to go away with his Sasuke talk. But she wanted Sasuke to go away. She needed to memory of them flirting to disappear as well as the biggest regret of her life - giving her virginity away.

The rosette didn't remember much more than feeling a few more tears fall and slumping forward into Gaara. After that, everything went black. But not before she could mutter out one last thing. "Why…me?"

"I fucked up."

"I'd say you did more than just 'fuck up.' More like-"

"Shut it!"

Sasuke bitterly snapped out at the blue haired male, who simply frowned in response, then made a sour face. "It's not the end of the world."

"Yes it is!" This time, the raven smashed his hand into the wall. The pain he felt in his fist was nothing compared to the pain that resided in his heart and sat heavy on his mind. Suigetsu and Sasuke were at the Uchiha's place which he shared with his older brother, Itachi. Luckily the older male wasn't home - he was out on a business trip in another country.

"Sasuke, all girls get over this sort of thing. People fight all the time then they make up."

This clearly pissed him off even more, because the Suigetsu found himself ducking from an object that had been thrown at his head. The aim was spot on, but it smacked the wall behind him instead due to the blue-haired male's quick movement. "Hey!"

Sasuke ignored his friends complaint and kept going on his current issue. "I went way overboard. There is no excuse for what I said, and she's never going to forgive me. I don't blame her either…"

"So, does this mean I can have her and Himi-" It only took that one death glare for Suigetsu to shut up. His onyx eyes flickered into the lighter pair, narrowing and nearly burning a hole into the male. If he even dared to finish that sentence, it might be his last. He gulped, done with joking around. "Do you want me to talk to her? Say that you were way worked up and didn't mean it?"

Sasuke slumped his shoulders and sighed, leaning against the wall he had previously punched. "No. I told you what I said to her. How I lied about Himiko. There is no way to take that back. I should just…move on…"

It wasn't often that Suigetsu actually saw the raven get so depressed over something. He had a bad habit of walking away from things that needed to be confronted. He also had a very bad coping method for pain, which usually included drinking and being surrounded by women. Sasuke was a man who liked to hide his real emotions within. He controlled himself very well, but today he was simply a wreck and couldn't hide any of these feelings. He could tell the Uchiha was upset over what he did to Sakura. He wanted to make things up with her - even Suigetsu knew doing that to a girl was basically asking for banishment. He didn't want his friend to give up on someone this special to him though - no matter how badly he fucked it up. It looked pretty impossible, but there had to be a way to win her back.

The pale eyed male remained sitting on Sasuke's bed, one hand under his chin as he started off and began pondering ways to help his friend out. In the meantime, Sasuke remained leaning against the wall, shrouded in doubt. "Hey, maybe you could do a bunch of nice things for her like flowers and a movie. A date! Something special! And if that goes well-"

"There is no way in hell she is going to go on a date with me after today. Half a year could pass and she probably still won't be able to look at me. All she'll feel is the immense amount of pain I caused her."

"So you want her to just go on believing you're a huge prick? Come on, you need to clear your name!" The raven didn't even bother from moving from his spot against the wall. He enjoyed staring blatantly out his window into the darkening sky. He didn't want the sun to come back up after this because then he wouldn't have to face Sakura.

"Suigetsu, she won't believe me anyways. She knows that I went behind her back and lied to her about things. What would ever make her think I cared in the first place? She thinks everything was a lie. So…"

He closed his eyes, trying to hold back the regretful ache in his heart, "…I should just let believe what she wants to and let her go. She deserves so much better."

His bed audibly creaked, and a moment later he felt Suigetsu's hand land on his shoulder. His friend patted it a few times before backing away slightly. "Just let this simmer over and think about it, ok? It's getting dark and I rode my bike here, so I have to go."

"Yeah, alright…" Sasuke opened his eyes back up and shifted them to the door, seeing his friend walk toward it with his helmet in hand. But before he walked out the door, he paused to say one last thing. "Just hang in there. You won't feel like this forever." After that, Suigetsu exited his room. Sasuke carefully listened for him to walk down the hall to the front door. He heard that open then shut, and a moment later he heard the bike start up.

Finally, he was alone after this awful day. He cast his eye out the window once more, catching the last glimpse of light in the sky before is vanished. The ache in his chest was growing into something worse by the moment, so he finally got up and away from the window to go over to his bed.

Sighing in defeat, he collapsed onto the red sheets, staring into the ceiling. It didn't seem like the immense guilt would even dissipate, nor would his yearning for her to come back to him.

I bet you I can feel like this forever…