So after I posted the last chapter, I realised that updating every Thursday was too uncertain. Not only do I have a band practise on Thursdays, but I may get called into work. Therefore, Mondays are my only guaranteed free day of the week (excluding homework). So I shall be updating every Monday :)

Again, I'm going to do a warning: If you don't like lemons, then please do not read this story, as there will be quite a few of them. And I won't be giving out warnings at the beginning of each chapter saying 'there is a lemon in this chapter'. So yes... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

And I believe that thanks are in order :D A thank you goes to Alipiaoca, for being the first to review XD To river of the sand, for being the first to favourite (and for reviewing) this story :D, and a thanks to just me, for both reviewing and for being my longest standing friend to date :D

Disclaimer: Wha' 'choo talkin' 'bout, fool? 'Course I totally own Naruto :P (not).

I'll Never Say

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Welcome to War

January

Sakura POV

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I ran to the window of the hospital, my green eyes flying over the flaming carnage of the city. My Lady, Hinata Hyuuga, was giving out bread to the survivors that littered the hospital. Their pitiful cries echoed up and down the corridors, mirroring the mourning of my heart. My eyes caught a motion down by the gates, and I stepped away from the window, my hands quivering. The invaders had broken through the fences, and were scrambling up the front lawn like black ants.

"Lady Hinata! Lady Hinata!" I cried, running towards my mistress. Hinata turned innocent pearl eyes to me, confusion spilling from them.

"Yes, Sakura? Whatever is the matter?" She asked quietly. I brushed past Neji, my fingers tapping his in affection. Neji was Hinata's cousin and bodyguard. I dragged Hinata to an empty room, before I rushed to the window and yanked the curtains shut, then turned to face my mistress.

"The invaders approach, my lady. No doubt they are looking for you. Please, let me do what I've been assigned to, and take care of you," I begged. I did not want to leave her, but I had no choice. Hinata had been my best friend, companion, confidant and mistress ever since the age of eight. I was her personal maid in the house of Hyuuga in the village of Konoha. Two years ago, the village of Otogakure waged war against Konoha. Now, they had broken through the gates of Konoha, and I knew that my Lady would be taken as a hostage. Or at least, that's what they'd be hoping for. "My Lady, I need you to switch clothes with me. I will pose as you. You are far too precious for Konoha to lose you."

Hinata opened her mouth to protest, but I quickly interjected.

"No, my Lady. Please, I must do this. I want to do this. My main priority is to keep you safe. I can't do that whilst you are still here. If the invaders don't capture you, they may ransack the whole village to search for you. But you are far too precious to give to them. Please, my Lady, if they take me instead, then there's a chance that they will leave Konoha for a while. Please, my Lady. I'm begging you." I had tears in my eyes, pleading with my best friend. She stood there, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"No, Sakura Chan, I can't… I won't let you. This is my responsibility. To take care of Konoha," she argued.

"And it is my responsibility to take care of you, Hinata Chan! Please, for Kami sake, please let me do this."

Hinata gave neither a yes or no, but instead turned around and started to remove her necklace.

"Sakura Chan," she said in a quiet voice as she turned around. "This necklace represents the house of Hyuuga. If you want anything to prove that you are me, then this is all you'll need." She started to cry as she placed the necklace around my throat. "Sakura Chan, I don't want you to go -"

We heard screams erupt in the hospital hall, and quickly ran outside. The invaders were walking through, cutting down civilians left, right and centre. Blood was spattering against the walls in violent scarlet pools, and dripping onto the floor, congealing into crimson puddles. I started to gag, before pulling myself up straight and grabbing Hinata's hand.

"Hinata Chan, there is a secret passage that leads out of the hospital, to a place about five miles east of Konoha." Neji quickly appeared by Hinata's side. He cast me a knowing look, and I felt my face heat up slightly. I did not want to leave Neji either. "Neji Kun, I need you to take Lady Hinata through the secret passage out of the basement. You know the one." Neji nodded at me and touched my cheek softly, before grabbing Hinata's forearm and dragging her away. Hinata looked back, pleading with Neji to let her say goodbye, but Neji wouldn't hear of it. Ever since his father had gone to Sunagakure, a loneliness had been in his eyes, which I had tried to fill. I watched them walk away, wiping the tears from my eyes, before straightening my shoulders and walking out to face the invaders.

I took a deep breath. "My name is Hyuuga Hinata, and I will give myself to you freely if you leave these people alone!" My eyes scanned around, watching the men still.

"Sakura, no!" I watched my father run towards me, when a white haired youth stepped forward and ran his sword through my father's chest. I felt my world crumbling down around me, like my father's body crumbled to the floor, his body no more than a broken doll as it was kicked aside. I felt my hands shake and tears well up. I wanted nothing more than to beat my fists on the floor and break down crying in the wake of so much death and destruction, but I knew I had to stand strong. I had to protect my Lady, I had to save what lives I could. Reacting to the death of my father in such a violent manner would only make them suspicious.

"If you are the Hyuuga heiress, then prove it. Although you definitely have the looks for royalty," that same white haired youth called to me. I refrained from screaming at him, and instead lifted the necklace that Hinata gave me. It had a thick, silver chain, which ran down between my breasts. The pendant was oval, with a H made of amethysts, to reflect the Hyuuga eyes. "If not this, I know not what more evidence you may need," I replied haughtily. I hoped that they had never heard of the pearl like Hyuuga eyes, for if they had then it would be my downfall. Luck seemed to be on my side, for once, as the white haired youth nodded and indicated some of his men to come and grab me. I went with them calmly, my head held high, faking superiority.

Normal POV

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Sakura was rushed out of the gates, and taken a good two hours away from Konoha. There, in the middle of the forest, was a mass of sail like tents. She was taken to the grandest of them, and pushed before a fearsome man with slits of orange saffron where his eyes were meant to be. His skin was a leathery tanned, and his cropped black hair stuck up like a hedgerow. To say his look was intimidating would have been a frightful understatement; most hardened men pissed themselves upon the first encounter. Sakura, however, felt she had lost the will to feel fear, and instead faced him steadily, her eyes lifeless.

Standing next to the fierce man was a devastatingly handsome youth. His eyes were depthless midnight black cesspools, his hair spiked to defy gravity, his skin like moonlight. Sakura found herself completely forgetting the orange eyed man, instead being immediately entranced by the dark haired youth. He seeped of secrets and power, a strength and fragility beyond what most could comprehend. Her eyes were forcefully yanked back to the other man.

"What have you brought me?" He hissed, his voice sounding forced.

"The Hyuuga heiress, Hinata Hyuuga. She came of her own free will, as long as we spare the people of Konoha, Sentoki Sama," said that white haired man, keeping his foot on her lower back so as to keep the roseate on her hands and knees.

"Look at me, girl," Sentoki ordered, and Sakura raised her eyes, hatred glinting like knives.

"Fool!" The man spat, throwing a kunai at the white haired man. "She is no Hyuuga! Look at her eyes! They speak not of depthless knowledge and age old secrets! She is a commoner! Would you bring anyone before me who claims to be a Hyuuga?" His chest heaved with pent up rage as he glared at the white haired man. Said man stood up and bowed.

"She has a necklace that proves she is Hyuuga, Sentoki Sama," the man stuttered, fear in his usually cocky voice. He leant forward and yanked the chain over Sakura's head, taking it to the man named Sentoki, almost tripping in his haste.

Sentoki looked at the necklace thoughtfully, before looking back at Sakura. "You, girl, where did you get this?"

"From my father, Hiashi Hyuuga," she ground out past gritted teeth.

"Liar…" He stood up and circled Sakura, grabbing her chin and pulling her forcefully to her feet. "I will ask you once more where you got this from. Answer me truthfully and I will let you live. You are not of the Hyuuga household, that much is clear." He put his hands in Sakura's, before smirking again, a glint of enamel appearing between his colourless lips. "You have the hands of a maid. A serving girl, perhaps?" He took a lock of pink hair between his fingers and smelt it. "If the colour didn't give it away, the smell would. You are not high born. Your hair smells of the kitchens. And all Hyuuga have midnight hair. Yours is of spring. Now, where did you get the necklace?" He ordered, fury slapping the girl in the cheek.

"I would rather die a thousand deaths than tell you anything about my Lady, you slimy bastard!" She said defiantly. 'So what if they were to kill me? If it were in the name of my Lady, I would willingly walk away, hand in hand with death, if it ensured the safety of my Lady,' she thought, that one voice keeping her from collapsing.

Sentoki smirked again, before releasing her chin and going back to his chair. "You will speak. 'Tis only a matter of time. You just need the right incentive. For now, my men are tired, and have gone without a woman's company for many a long night. Your flesh is young and supple. They will be very appreciative of it." He smiled again, or what one could take to be a smile. It seemed to be more of a grimace of glee. But Sakura was quick to catch on to what he was saying, and barely managed to repress a shudder. She only wished she could've stopped the flash of fear from crossing her eyes. He was going to sell her body to his brutes, his men. To say she was afraid would be a frightening understatement. To say she was petrified would be far closer. Sakura was but seventeen years. She had yet to lose her virginity, and she was knowledgeable enough to know that the first time hurt like hellfire.

The number of men in the camp was probably in the hundreds, if not thousands.

She didn't want this, but she would endure anything for her Lady, as Sakura knew Hinata would if their roles were reversed. If this was the only way to keep her safe, she would go through with it. Sakura had wanted to save it for her marriage bed, for one who loved her. Hopefully for Neji, whom she had shared a growing bond with. Their time together had been limited to a few stolen kisses under the stars, a few gentle caresses, a few soft looks. But her virtue was a small price to pay for Hinata. Sakura knew that Neji would understand.

"Suigetsu, take her outside and strip her of her clothes. Spread the word that the men are to have their way with her." Sentoki flicked his fingers lazily, dismissing them, and Sakura felt a rough hand under her arm, dragging her to her feet. She did not say anything, but she couldn't help her eyes from giving a pleading look. Her eyes met those of the dark haired man, and she quickly swept the fear from them. Her insides may have been writhing in anguish, but she would not let her exterior show that.

Sakura was tied to a wooden pole, and her clothes were removed. Her immediate instinct was to cover her breasts, but her hands were tied. She could do nothing to hide herself. She saw the hungry looks of the men that stopped in front of her, and couldn't refrain from cowering into the pole. It was far too surreal. It shouldn't have been happening. A brute with brown hair stepped forward, lowering his breeches and massaging his member. His eyes looked ravenous, and Sakura closed her own orbs, not wanting to have to witness what was happening. She kept waiting for his grimy fingers to slide over her, his tongue to slip across her cheek or breasts, his member to take her virtue, but it didn't come. She wondered if he was teasing her, and slightly raised the lid of one of her eyes. The man was barely a foot from the girl, anger seething in his eyes. A katana stood between them.

"You will leave her, Tsumi. She is mine." She noticed that it was the same midnight haired man from the tent, and perversely thought with a hint of relief that, if nothing else, the man who would take her virginity would at least be attractive. She knew how vain that sounded, but when in the midst of desperation one will try and find the silver lining even in the most mundane of things. Of course in reality she wouldn't have cared whether her partner's looks were kind or coarse. As long as his heart was beautiful she would have loved him anyway. The midnight haired man untied her, and her hands flew to her breasts, trying to cover them. He grunted at the girl, before giving her his cloak, which she wrapped carefully around her body. She was surprised that none of the men were putting up a fight. That man, Tsumi, the lust in his eyes had died immediately when this man stopped him. Sakura figured that he was either important or powerful. Or both.

"Come," he barked, and she followed him obediently. It was either that or be left to the mercy of the others. He led her to a non descript tent, and she stepped inside after him.

"What is your name?" He asked her, but she didn't want him to know.

"It matters not," she replied softly, going to the other side of the tent, trying to put as much space between them as possible. Attractive or not, she did not want to lose her virtue to a stranger.

He was before Sakura in an instant, his hand grasping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Your name," he ordered again, but the roseate shook her head in refusal. He slapped her, and her head was flung sideways with the force of the impact. "Tell me your fucking name!" She merely glared at him, her mouth pursed shut. She refused to bend to his will. "Tell me your name, else I won't hesitate to throw you back out and let you be a play toy to the others."

Sakura lowered her eyes, before mumbling out his request. "Sakura. My name is Sakura."

He released Sakura's chin, and she quickly tried to get away from him again. His aura was frightening. A furious mass of secrets and power. "I am Sasuke."

"I don't care," Sakura shot back, still struggling to put as much distance between him and her as the tent would allow. "Why would I want to know your name?"

"Because I want you to know what name to scream when releasing your passion," he answered simply, advancing towards her again.

"I hold no passion for you. Keep away from me," she warned, stumbling away from his advancement. She did not want to be taken advantage of. Not by him, not by anyone. Not by those bastards who had killed her father, who had destroyed her home, who had humiliated her beyond reason. That night was quickly falling prey to a nightmare, and she found herself wishing for the warmth of daylight to chase the shadows away.

"How old are you, Sakura?" He asked her, and she shot him another furious glare. Why should I tell him anything about me? She thought.

"I will keep to my word, Sakura. Either you answer me, or you answer the urges of the other men."

She gulped, feeling nauseous. "Seventeen," Sakura said meekly. She heard him snort in amusement.

"Barely more than a babe. I'm presuming you to be a virgin, else you wouldn't look nearly so innocent or frightened." She found that ironic, seeing as he looked barely older than nineteen. While slightly side tracked, he took his opportunity and ripped the material from her body, pressing himself against her, running his tongue around the shell of her ear. As soon as Sakura realised what he was doing, she squirmed against him, trying to wriggle from his iron like grasp.

"Let me go!" Sakura demanded, but he just held her tighter.

"I suggest you stop struggling. It'll be far easier on you if you are submissive," he whispered, before running his tongue up the side of her neck.

She refused, and beat her fists on his chest. "Let go of me, you boor! I refuse to give myself to you! You are no better than a savage! A bloodthirsty savage!"

"Bloodthirsty, eh?" He asked, before biting on the juncture at her neck, causing it to bleed. She repressed a moan of pain and distress, struggling futilely in his vice like grip. It was no use. She was like porcelain before a hammer; so easily breakable. She felt traitorous tears well up behind her eyes and start to spill.

"Please don't do this to me," Sakura begged weakly. "Please, I've already lost so much this past night. Don't make me lose my virtue also." Sakura's tears flowed freely and her shoulders heaved with sobs, her face burying itself in his shoulder. She felt him stiffen, as if he had no idea what to do. He obviously wasn't expecting this. "Please leave me be," Sakura pleaded again. Her resolve was breaking. She had witnessed too much that night. Been subjected to too much. It was more than she could take, and she wanted nothing more than to slip into the comforting embrace of sleep, dream as if the past few hours had never happened.

He put his mouth next to her ear again. "If I don't take you now, then the others probably will whilst I am not around. Believe me when I say that you'd rather have me as your first time than have them ravage you. You would be like a game to them, and they always try harder with the virgins. The more they can make you scream the more satisfied they will be. I have seen it with countless others. Once your virtue is gone, there is the possibility that they won't bother with you." He was trying to convince her, but she just couldn't let herself be swayed by his arguments. She had lost so much this past night, the idea of losing something as valuable as her virginity was something she could hardly bare.

"No, please, leave me alone, this night at least. Leave me with something intact." She heard him sigh and let go of her, and she crumpled to the floor, reaching for the material which she folded around her naked body once more. Sakura's tears streamed down her face. She couldn't move from that spot. Her body felt as if it was incapable of moving. She felt him next to her again, and, with much effort, she raised her head to look at him. He had changed his clothing and was now dressed only in loose pants.

"You would not rather sleep near the tent opening where one may snatch you during the night," said he. "Your arrival has created quite a stir. The men are not use to seeing one as exotic as you." Sakura nodded, understanding what he meant, and moved to where his sleeping pallet lay, before tucking herself against his chest, his arms around her waist. Sakura let herself believe that they were the arms of Neji, and imagined herself in a future far distant, where chaos no longer ensued, and love filled her life. She just wanted sleep, and seeing as imagination was better than her reality, she immersed herself in its folds, slowly falling into a restless slumber.

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She awoke to sunlight kissing her eyelids. Sakura's eyes shot open, and she sat up quickly with a gasp, praying that last night had been a dream. No, not a dream. A nightmare beyond right or reason. Hence, when an arm came up over her waist and tried to pull her back down, she shrieked and shuffled over to the other side of the tent, faster than she thought she was physically capable of. His onyx orbs, in turn, flew open at her scream. He grabbed his sword and was immediately in battle mode, looking around for a nonexistent intruder. Once he realised that it was just the two of them, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion and he dropped his sword, walked over to Sakura, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the pallet.

"Why did you scream?" He asked haughtily. It was obvious that he was beyond annoyed.

"I had hoped that last night had been a nightmare. When your arms came up it startled me," she responded, yawning. She would have insisted he let go of her wrist, but his grip could rival that of a bears. That, and, in the wake of such an adrenaline rush, she was immediately tired again.

"Hn. Annoying," he said, lying back down and pulling her with him, quickly putting his arms around her waist and pulling her body flush against his. That was when she became aware of her nakedness, and her face immediately went scarlet. Her naked body was pressed up against a barely clothed man!

"Uh, ex… excuse me, um… You wouldn't happen to have any clothes I could use?" Sakura stuttered, mortified. She couldn't believe that she was in this position!

He grunted, opening his eyes a crack, before scanning her body. She flushed, if possible, an even brighter shade, and before she could stop herself, she slapped him. Oh the nerve of him! It was obvious that she was extremely uncomfortable with the current situation, and his scoping out of her body made everything far worse.

"Bitch," he grunted, slapping her cheek in return. "For that, you can go without clothing." He rolled over, putting his back to the girl, and she felt on the verge of tears.

"No, please, I'm sorry. Please, I really need some clothing."

He rolled back over, draping his arm about her waist once again. "I will get you clothing when I wake up. Just go back to sleep for now." She felt that she wouldn't have been able to sleep, even if offered the prize of freedom. Even if going back to the safety of Neji's arms were an option. She was too afraid, petrified into submission. It seemed an age to her before he sighed into wakefulness and rose with the morning sun. Sakura dragged the sheets up to cover her chest, and he spared her a glance, before walking from the tent. He came back a few minutes later with a greying blue tunic that had a black strip of fabric going around the centre and black, knee length pants. He threw them at her and she immediately put them on, relishing in the feel of fabric over her skin. She never thought she'd miss it so much.

"Thank you," Sakura said gratefully, and he grunted his response at her, before sitting down and digging into some fruit that was in a small basket at the tent flap.

"Eat. You must be hungry," he said, indicating the basket. She shuffled forwards carefully, keeping a watchful eye on him. True, she was very hungry, but she was terrified that he would try and take advantage of her. He seemed to notice this, for it prompted his next words.

"I'm not going to bite you, Sakura. At least, not while I am eating." Sakura blanched at that, and scooted back against the far wall of the tent, her eyes round as the moon. So he was planning on taking advantage of her. To say she was surprised would be a lie, but she didn't want it.

"Is there anything I can say to stop you from taking my virtue?"

"Only if you wanted the rest of the men to sleep with you instead," he answered back calmly and she shivered. No, she would far rather this man take her than them. True, he was a brute (albeit a ridiculously attractive brute) but he didn't force himself on her last night, which she would be forever grateful for.

"I'd rather save myself for my marriage bed, if you don't mind," she said, hoping to convince him to leave her alone. She didn't want him. She didn't want anyone other than a future husband.

He chuckled darkly. "I do mind, to be honest. And I am certain that once my men start to have their way with you then you will mind also. Saving yourself is a wish for fools. I suggest you get use to that. I must go train for the day, I will be back later tonight. I'm stationing a guard out the front. He won't touch you, I can guarantee that. But if you try and escape, then at least one of the soldiers will touch you. I can guarantee that also." He threw on a loose sleeved white shirt and picked up his katana, before exiting the tent. She heard his voice speaking to another, far deeper voice, before his footsteps faded into the distance.

A shadow blurred against the canvas of the tent, and that same deep, honey coated voice spoke. "Your name is Sakura?"

"Y… Yes," she squeaked, trying to get away from the massive shadow. Whoever the man outside was, he was a giant.

She heard him laugh slightly, the sound a low grumble in his chest. "No need to be afraid, miss. My name is Juugo, and I won't touch you. You're safe as long as I'm around."

Somehow, she found herself relaxing at his promise filled words. His voice was a hypnotising lullaby, and she felt an almost foreign feeling of safety wash over her. "Will you stay once he comes back? I fear that he will touch me." Strangely, her voice sounded pleading, but in a way she was. Sakura was begging to keep her virginity. For this man who held promises of safety to save her from the daunting prospect of sex.

Juugo chortled. "Afraid not, miss Sakura. Once Master Sasuke comes back, I will take my leave. Do not worry about him stealing your virtue. He would not do that unless he deemed it necessary. In this case, I believe he is right. The sooner you're taken, the less chance there is of another forcing himself on you. And don't doubt that that won't happen. Many before you have made that mistake. Do not worry about the love making itself, he will try to not hurt you."

"I hardly deem it as 'love making', Juugo. More an act of necessary sex." She seemed to suddenly realise that they were talking about that man and her having sex, and her face flushed in embarrassment. "Juugo, could we talk about something else, please?"

"Of course, miss." They spoke for the rest of the day, and she found herself loving his kind nature. He seemed ill suited for war, and she didn't understand why he was there. Juugo and war were like complete opposites. Like water and fire. North and North of a magnet. He reminded her of Naruto, whom she looked on in a brotherly fashion.

"Juugo, why are you here, in this war? You seem ill suited for it," she piqued, honestly curious.

"I am here as Sasuke Sama's friend and guard. I dislike fighting, but I would witness a thousand wars for Sasuke's sake," he replied easily. She found it strange that a guard would be necessary for…

"Why does… Sasuke… Need a guard?" She didn't like saying his name. It felt like acid on her tongue. Even thinking it made her want to gouge her ears from her head. She didn't like saying the name of the man who would steal that which was meant to be her greatest gift for her future husband.

Juugo chuckled again. "Has no one told you? Sasuke is prince of Otogakure. He rules with his brother Itachi."

Sakura felt hatred seething through her veins. It felt like lava, setting her nerves alight, drowning her in the fires of loathing. "So he's the reason that my country is under siege? I refuse to give such a loathsome man my virtue," Sakura spat, and she thought she saw Juugo flinch at the venom in her voice. "He has no right to attack Konoha! Do you realise how many innocent lives have been lost because of him? How many hundreds of innocent people will never be able to hold their loved ones or friends again? He is a bloodthirsty bastard! He's a… A…" She couldn't seem to find a coarse enough word befitting of him.

"He's an avenger," Juugo finished her sentence sadly. "Do not think bad of him, miss. He had every right to attack Konoha. About three years ago, his loved one, Yue, was assassinated. Apart from his mother, she was the only woman he ever loved. She was killed by a citizen of Konoha, and that is why he attacks now. To avenge the slaughter of his beloved Yue."

She allowed herself to feel a bit of pity for him, before her thoughts turned angry again. "A two year battle is not the right course of action to take! Surely if he had lost one so dear to him then he wouldn't wish that on others? What do his parents and brother have to say?"

Juugo sighed again. "His parents died about a year before Yue did. His brother, although being a peace seeker, supports Sasuke in this war. Itachi loved Yue just as much as Sasuke did." They lapsed into silence, and she could sense the sombre air. Although Sakura could now understand his reasons for this war, it had dragged on for far too long. What she didn't understand was why he didn't consult through politics to get his revenge. Surely it would be far more reasonable and diplomatic than war?

"Sasuke approaches, miss. I take my leave." Sakura watched Juugo's silhouette fade, only to be replaced by his. She scrambled to the back of the tent, knowing what was to come. Her heart was beating a tattoo against her rib cage, and she was sure that it would bruise. All Sakura wanted was to go home, but she couldn't whilst she kept her Lady's location a secret. He entered the tent and threw his sword aside and her stomach churned. She felt sick. She was so afraid, she wanted to cry. The sunset splashed colours of red and gold against the canvas of the tent, and she wished that she would dissolve into them. Sakura watched… Sasuke… remove his shirt, before he turned his piercing gaze upon her.

Yay, the next chapter is up! Again, I will be updating every Monday. The school holidays just started, so hopefully I'll be able to get a bit further ahead in what I've written :) I told you that the chapters are longer!

Oh, and I thought I should just put in as an FYI, the name 'Yue' is pronounced 'Yoo - ay'. Not 'Yoo'. Because I know that the first time I read that name I was like "Yoo? What kind of shit - arse name is that?"

But anyways, review, please :) Because reviews make me giddy, and such giddiness is good :D (And also because it's kinda depressing to watch the amount of views go up and up and up, and yet see very few people actually review it :( And my brother has friends over! And they're pubescent! NOOOOOOOOOO...

Ahem... Anyways, I'll just be off now :)

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