Hey hey my shanizzles! (Yeah, I make up words... It means that you're all unique! XD) Please read the (excessively large) paragraphs below. It's important :P
So, I just wanted to say something, because a few of you have commented on the relevance of certain things, foreshadowing, etc. Please know this: There is not a single thing in this story that has not been written for a reason. At no stage have I thought to myself 'I don't know what I'm going to write, so I'm just going to bullshit for the next 1000 words.' And yes, even the large amount of lemons have their purpose. Notice how, the closer Sasuke and Sakura get, the more intimate their coupling gets? That isn't coincidence :P I am completely aware that Naruto's character hasn't been completely developed, and that will come. Chapters 1-9 was basically all foreshadowing. Although it was subtle, almost every single thing that is going to happen has been hinted at in those chapters. If you can pick up on those hints, you could figure out pretty much the whole plot for the rest of the story, actually. If you don't think that anything is going to happen about Sakura and Naruto's plan to escape, please go back and re-read the first chapter. Just please don't think that because it doesn't seem like there is foreshadowing or references, doesn't mean that there isn't any. With this story, I'm not going to make everything extremely obvious, with the whole 'Ooooh, I wonder what that could mean winkwinknudgenudge.' Of course, I'm perfectly happy to answer questions if you have any (as long as it doesn't give anything away), but please don't comment on the relevance of certain things. Everything, so far, has had a reason. I know it's been a bit slow so far, but there was a lot of things to hint at. Don't worry, it's going to start picking up really soon :)
And, after this chapter, I'm going to start replying to reviews via PM. To many of you, there's too much too say in that short amount of space. Of course, names will still go up at the beginnings of the chapters, as well as a reply to anonymous reviewers, but it takes up a lot of time writing the replies in a clump, so I'm just going to do it as you review :)
I swear, this is the last thing that I have to say! So, from the 19th, I'm going to Bali. But this is also the last chapter that I've written out in its entirety, and quite honestly, I don't like that fact. Nothing to do with you guys, you're all amazing! It's more the whole, I know what I want to write, it's just writing it that's difficult. So after this, this story will be put on hold until January, the 30th. I'm really, really sorry. But once I go back to school, I will be in my final year, and I'll have very little time to write anything. Seeing as I'll be on school holidays, I want to write as much as I can before school starts, so as to not have to put it on hold very much. I'm so sorry, and I really wanted to avoid this, but some things can't be helped. I hope that you can forgive me, and hold out until then.
So now that we've reached the conclusion of that excessively long authors note, I give you Chapter 11. Enjoy :)
Thank yous will be at the bottom :)
I'll Never Say
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Anomaly
June 17th
Dearest Diary.
What do I do? What can I do? I haven't been able to speak to Naruto since Itachi's birthday. Sasuke won't let me get two feet away from him. Gaara is on the verge of snapping, I am quite certain. If it weren't for the fact that I am always near Sasuke, (and not always of my own volition) I believe that Gaara would have punched him by now. I need to speak to Naruto so desperately. I need to speak to someone who has a sense of humour! Sasuke plus humour equals Over My Dead Body.
I know I'm going to contradict myself completely by saying this, but… For some weird reason, I like it that Sasuke is always with me. How strange is that? I like it how, whenever any man even attempts to gather the courage to come and speak to me, he wraps me tightly in his arms and glares at the male. He holds me as if he will never let me go. It… It feels nice. It feels as if he really cares about me, and not just my body. Of course, it annoys me to no end (he scowls if even Itachi tries to speak to me!) but… I suppose I like feeling precious.
And then I feel guilty. I'd only ever felt such things if Neji was involved. To entertain such thoughts about Sasuke? It's unheard of! Whenever I think about my escape with Naruto, I feel… Apprehensive. I feel sad. As if I'll be leaving something behind. Like I'll be leaving a part of me behind.
Sometimes, I think that maybe… Maybe I don't want to leave.
It was late morning when Sakura's eyes fluttered open, and a sigh escaped her lips. Her orbs wandered around Sasuke's room, as if memorising it. Of course, Sasuke hadn't let her return to her room. Why should he? Whilst she shared his bed, she may as well have had 'Free Fuck!' branded on her brow. Why send the pleasure away when the pleasure was already within reaching distance? With a small jolt to her body, she realised that Sasuke was still sleeping peacefully beside her.
It was late morning, and Sasuke was still asleep.
What?
And she realised that it was the perfect time to walk around without her brooding shadow.
Navigating her way carefully out of his embrace and out of his bed, she found the clothes that he'd torn off her the previous night. She was finally going to experience the wonders of freedom! Well… She was going to experience as much of it as she could whilst a prisoner. She donned her chemise and slipped from the room, shutting the door carefully behind her. The one thing that Sakura hadn't predicted was that she'd get lost.
She was so lost. She thought she'd been heading to the garden! How on earth did she end up… Wherever she currently was? There were no servants she could pull aside to ask directions from; there were no people, period. Hell, there weren't even bugs! All of the corridors looked the same. There were no marks on the wooden floors or white-washed walls to help her decipher which was which. Small wisps of a breeze would occasionally waft through her pink locks, as if mocking her hopeless sense of direction.
She started opening doors, to see if there was anyone in any of the rooms whom she could ask directions of.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
Study.
Empty – Wait.
If there was a study, then there was obviously information. Possibly even a few words to give her some indication of where she was. She carefully walked into the study, peering about her cautiously for some unknown source of danger, before sneaking over to where a mahogany desk stood. A large window looked out over the gardens, and Sakura sighed, exasperated, at the view. If only she was on the first floor. No, she just had to be on the third. Typical. Kami, she needed a map. Possibly the desk held one?
Sakura walked quietly over to the desk and swept her gaze over the surface. A few random scrolls littered the oiled wood, all containing trivial matters, such as nonsensical number patterns or maps on the geography of Otogakure. She couldn't see anything of value on the desk, so she went to rummaging through the draws.
She didn't find a map, but she did find something far more interesting.
Tucked away in the last drawer was a large file, which took Sakura a huge effort to pull out. Breathing heavily, she dropped it on the desk top and flipped open the first leaf.
War.
Her brows furrowed as her emerald orbs skimmed the title curiously. War? Did that mean the latest war that had transpired between her home and Otogakure? She took out the first leaflet, which appeared to be a letter.
Itachi, it read in Sasuke's elegant handwriting.
We shall be coming home soon. I have acquired a prisoner – Hyuuga Hinata's serving girl. I do not believe we have further need of our spy. If I can get this girl – Sakura – to speak, then we will know of the Hyuuga's location. I'd rather have facts than guesses, which is all our last spy was able to provide. He was only ever able to provide the general whereabouts, not an actual location. This girl could give us everything.
- Yours, Sasuke.
The letters dated backwards, from the end of the war at the front to the beginning at the back. Sakura was disturbed by the contents of the letter. They had a spy? But who would be so disloyal as to actually turn on Konoha? Unless it was someone out of Sasuke's men? That was a high possibility, so Sakura dismissed it. She merely scoffed at his foolish presumption that they'd get her to talk.
The next letter was addressed from Sentoki to Orochimaru.
Orochimaru,
This war is tedious, and the Prince irritates me. He is rash, naïve, young and foolish. I wonder how long it will take for the boy to give up his fruitless assault on the Hyuugas. He is trying to avenge his lost family members, I get that, but Yue had the right idea. It was someone on the inside who killed Fugaku and Mikoto. 'Tis a shame that she was killed before she could voice more of her speculations, but that's the way it goes. I believe that if it weren't for the information provided to us a few years ago, Konoha would have obliterated us within the first few days. Thanks to him, and his foolish ideals, we know enough of Konoha to stage our final assault. If we don't get the Hyuuga girl this time, we'll be coming back to Otogakure soon.
- Sentoki.
The roseate did not care to read the rest of the letters. There must have been hundreds! It was obvious that she wasn't going to find a map of the castle amongst them. She neatly put the letters back into the file, and hefted it back into the drawer, before going to shuffle through the rest of the drawers. It quickly became apparent that there was nothing of value in there, so she cleaned everything up so that no one would know that she had been there. When she went to the door to turn the handle, it started to turn on its own.
Orochimaru sidled into the room.
Sakura was paralysed with fear. Before her was the man who had tortured her for nigh on a month. The man who had caused her unimaginable agony for four weeks. Who had revelled in her torture like it was a child's game, who had gleaned glee and excitement whilst he tore her body apart. He was staring at her, curiosity and malice dancing like fire in his eyes. Orochimaru invoked an indescribable fear deep inside the core of her being. His presence was suffocating. She felt as if she were drowning in lava.
"What are you doing here, my dear?" His voice issued in a sickly sweet hiss, and Sakura backed away from him immediately. She felt as if she was choking. She couldn't breathe!
"Come, my dear. I shall take you back to Sasuke." He advanced on her, practically glided across the space.
"Please leave me alone," the roseate managed to squeak. He ignored her words completely, and took her hand in his. Her left hand. "Let go of me!" She screamed, on the verge of tears. Knowing what he had done to her, the pain that he had inflicted upon her, the agony he had induced upon that hand… His touch was like ice: It burnt her. There was nothing in her mind except the need to get away. To get far, far away from him. Tears welled in her eyes, and slid down the bridge of her nose, off her cheeks, spattering in small pools on the wooden floor. "Please let me go," she whispered meekly.
"Don't you want to go back to Sasuke Sama?" Orochimaru asked the girl, dragging her along behind him like she was some form of puppet. "I'm merely taking you to him. You should be grateful."
Sakura gulped, her eyes glazing over. "I'll find my own way back to him, just please let me go," she begged. Her knees felt weak, as if they were about to give out under her. Sakura felt sick, nauseous. Her hand was burning, but not with heat. Plunging her hand into a bucket of ice would've had a similar effect. The feeling was unexplainable. His hand truly felt warm, blood pumping through his veins and beneath the thin tissue of skin. But the effect his touch had on her body was terrifying.
He let go of her hand, and she snatched it back, as if she'd been branded. She cradled the offended member against her chest, like it was a small child that needed comfort from a nightmare.
His hand found purchase in the small of her back, and Sakura's eyes widened in shock and fear. Her breath snagged in her throat, and a lump lodged itself in its place. "Please…" She gasped, not knowing what she was asking for. All she knew was that she wanted to get away from the snake like man. From the man who represented all forms of agony to her. He was danger incarnate. Death personified. He was the essence which her nightmares feared. And although every muscle in her body was screaming at her to get away from him, it was as if he had total control over her body. She couldn't have moved if her life depended on it. Not without his prompts.
He didn't seem to be in a rush to take her back, instead meandering about the halls like a pacified child, dragging the petrified girl along like an unwilling shadow. It wasn't long before barely concealed barbs strayed from his mouth, the insults thinly covered behind a honeyed glamour.
"How long have you been here now, my dear?" His voice sent shivers rolling up her spine, and not ones that touched the soul in a comforting sort of way. She was sure that she could detect humour on the tip of his tongue – he'd obviously felt the shivers.
"This is my sixth month, Sir," she replied, her face devoid of colour. It resembled the sakura blossoms back in the Hyuuga's garden during the dead of winter – frozen by a thin layer of ice; beautiful, but dead.
"Less than six months left then, for you, my dear. How does it feel, knowing that in six months you will be put under my… Care, again?"
She could have spat at him, but her frozen state kept her at bay. He continued anyway. "There has been a large amount of unrest amongst the people since you first arrived, did you know of that?" He received no reply, and so took that as a negative. "'Tis true! Idle tongues do tend to stray towards gossip. The more preposterous, the better, I'm afraid. Do you know what they say of you?"
She did not know, and she had no desire to know. She only wanted to go to Sasuke. To go back to him, to be in his arms once again. The feel… Protected.
"They say that you're a witch, of only the most evil kind. Our darling Prince had a way with women before you – took a few to his bed, and grew tired of them rather quickly. They're shocked, to say that least, that the likes of you – our enemy, an alien to our peaceful lands – could hold such a coveted place for so long. Many believe that he has been put under some form of enchantment, and that you are planning horrible and evil things for our Otogakure. But me? Ah, I believe differently." He paused for a moment, as if hoping for some form of response apart from terrified silence, but received none. "I believe, that you are a mere slut, with plenty of tricks up her sleeve. Indeed, you must be very talented to keep one such as him in your bed for so long. Sasuke is easily… Side-tracked. You certainly have a very becoming body, and a pleasant enough face, but I wonder what else you can do to get such attention from him. Whatever spell you've cast on him, I give you my permission to cast on me any day. I wouldn't mind having you show me your talents."
Sakura's face had flushed red with humiliation and anger. How dare he speak of her like that? How dare he speak to her like that? But nevertheless, she held her tongue, lest she only add fuel to the raging fire.
After what seemed an eternity, they made it to Sasuke's room. The man whom they sought stepped outside before Orochimaru could raise his fist to knock.
At first, his black orbs resonated anger, but upon seeing her face drained of blood from fear, they softened.
"I thank you, Orochimaru, for finding her. You may leave now."
But Orochimaru's hand did not leave her waist, and Sakura was still rooted to the spot because of it.
"She's been wandering for a fair while now, my Prince. Why don't you leave her with me for the day? I'll take care of her."
Viridian orbs widened, and seemed to be screaming 'Please, please don't Sasuke! Please! Don't leave me with him. Don't leave me alone with him!'
"That is not necessary, Orochimaru. You may leave now."
A fleeting look of anger passed his orbs – so quick it could have been but the shadow of a phantom. But with a swift nod, Orochimaru disappeared from Sakura's side, and whispered, silent as a shadow, down the hall. She was still frozen in place. She couldn't move, still recovering from her fear. She barely noticed it when Sasuke took her hand and led her back in his room.
"Are you alright, Sakura?"
She jolted, as if returning from the grips of a dream, and clung to him, one of her hands gripping his shirt, the other wound around the back of his neck. Her face was buried into the crook of his neck, and her shoulders were heaving with sobs.
Sasuke, completely bewildered, awkwardly wound his arms around her waist.
"Sakura, what's wrong? Did he hurt you?"
Yes. "No," she whimpered.
"What did he do to you?"
He tortured me. "Nothing."
"Then what -"
"Sasuke, please, just… Don't make me go back to him. Don't make me see him again. Please."
She felt him nod his head in the universal sign for 'okay', before he held her tighter.
An indefinite amount of time passed, before Sasuke's voice cleaved the air. "Why did you leave this morning?"
Her tears had dried into the fabric of his shirt, and her sobs had ceased by then. "I… I just wanted a bit of freedom, Sasuke."
She heard a small growl from deep inside his chest. "I want you to stay beside me at all times, Sakura," he demanded lowly. "I don't want you to wander. It could be dangerous."
All of her previous fears were pushed aside in the wake of extreme anger. "I am not your possession, Sasuke! You're suffocating me!" She yelled, fury unleashed from her being. "I appreciate all of the effort you put in to keeping me safe, but you're smothering me here! Are you so afraid that I might bump into… Oh, I don't know. Gaara! Are you so afraid that I'll do the unspeakable: That I'll talk to him? Sasuke, just because I've shared your bed since January, does not mean that you have a claim to me. You would if we were married, but we're not. And we never will be! Why do you get so angry when Gaara comes to speak to me? The fact that he has proposed the idea of marrying me does not automatically make him worthy of your wrath. Why do you care, anyway? I'm going to die in December, so I'd be a fool to not accept his proposition."
She would have continued, had he not interrupted. "And what makes you think that I would allow you to go to his bed? What makes you think that I would let you go? What makes you think that life with him would be any better?"
"Because he gives me a choice, Sasuke! He asks me for my opinion! He treats me like a human being, not as some form of pleasure toy! It is my choice to make, whether you are my captor or not."
"The first time he was alone in the same room with you, he tried to fuck you!"
"The first time you met me, you tried to fuck me!" She retorted, anger swelling.
"I did it for your own good!"
"You did it because you wanted a fuck buddy! You've never cared about me. You've never cared for my feelings, and you've never cared about how I've suffered because of it! In the moment that I needed a friend more than anything, you were far too preoccupied with trying to steal my virginity!" She accused.
"Only because my men would have raped you if I didn't take it! What else was I supposed to do?"
"You could have sent me back home!"
"Why the fuck would I have done that? You were my one chance to get to Hinata, to get my revenge on the Hyuuga's for putting me through hell for the past three years!"
"You are such a selfish son of a bitch! What the hell makes you think that I would ever tell you the whereabouts of my best friend?"
"Our spy was all too willing to share information with us."
"Your spy and I are two completely different people! Unlike him, I actually cared! I still care! She is my best friend, Sasuke! I won't ever let you get within one hundred metres of her!"
He advanced upon her then, placing his fists on either side of her head, trapping her against the wall.
"You will tell me what I want to know, Sakura," Sasuke growled at her, his voice deep and menacing.
"I'd rather die," she hissed back, doing her best to not feel intimidated by him. "I owe you nothing. I will be dead before you ever hear anything about her from me."
He pounded his fist on the wall in anger. "Dammit, Sakura, why are you doing this? I don't want you to go to his bed. I don't want to you be in anyone else's bed except mine. I don't want you with anyone else except me. I don't want you to be anywhere that I'm not, and I'll be damned if I let you go. Don't you get it? Are you truly that blind?"
SLAP!
Sakura was shaking and tears were flooding her eyes. Her hand was still raised from where it had made contact with his cheek. "Why do you do this to me?" She whispered softly. "Why do you continue to confuse me so? One moment you lead me to believe that you actually give a damn about me. When you held me before, I… I felt safe. I felt precious. When you rescued me from being tortured, it was as if you were upset because I was hurt. You were so gentle… And then you say and do things that make me believe that you only want information from me. That all of the kindness you show me is done so that I will tell you about Hinata. So that you can get your revenge. And then you'll say things like how you want me to stay with you, and… You confuse me to no end. What do you want from me?" She looked up at him, her viridian orbs glistening with unshed tears. "What am I to you?"
Sasuke sighed in agitation. Not at the roseate, but at himself. What was she to him? Why did the idea of her going to Gaara's bed enrage him like a mad bull? Why did the thought of her being tortured for information make his heart clench? Why did it feel right to have her in his arms? If he didn't find out Hinata's location… Why did he feel that it no longer mattered, as long as she stayed beside him?
And why the hell did he feel like that anyway?
"I don't know," he muttered, before capturing her lips in a kiss and leading her slowly towards the bed.
Why did it feel right?
It was late, but Sasuke couldn't sleep. He couldn't take his eyes off of the pink haired girl slumbering peacefully beside him. His mind was continuously mulling over her words, and his feelings towards her.
Yes, he could finally admit it: He had feelings for the roseate. How deep they went, he had no idea, but he did care for her. Far more than he should. Of course, he would sooner accept the Hyuuga's as allies than admit it aloud.
There was the sound of soft knocking at his door, but Sasuke ignored it. If he didn't answer, they'd leave him alone. Late night calls were common, especially from the Ladies of the Court, who were just looking for a good time. When would they get the picture that he was no longer interested?
After a minute or so, it sounded again, and he growled in irritation at the door.
"Sasuke, open up. We need to talk," Itachi's voice spoke from the outside his room.
Reluctantly, Sasuke sat up, before hauling himself from the bed, careful not to jostle the girl. He gently pulled the covers up further, covering her naked form, placed a kiss on her temple and went to answer his door.
"What do you want, Itachi?" He demanded, wrapping a floor length yukata tightly around his body, so as to hide his flesh from possible prying eyes.
"We need to talk," Itachi reiterated, and Sasuke scowled at the cryptic words.
"About what?"
Itachi inclined his head towards the sleeping girl. "Amongst other things."
Sasuke let out a breath of agitated air, before following his brother from his room, making sure to lock the door behind him and place the key carefully in his pocket. The two brothers walked towards the garden, not a single word exchanged between the two the whole while. The corridors were empty, the only sound made was the simultaneous echoing slap of their bare feet on the tiles. When they reached the garden, it was as if a silent agreement had been reached, and the both of them relaxed. There was something peaceful about the garden. Something otherworldly, as if it had been plucked straight from the realm of the faery. Especially at night time. One would half expect to see a small fairy prance about the flowers, an elf dart between hedges, or a nymph splash playfully in the fountain. The flora was bathed in pearly moonlight, as the world around them slept. It was eerie, disconcerting and peaceful all at once.
"Sasuke, are you aware of who her father is?" Itachi finally broke the silence with the question, turning to face his brother expectantly, his brow raised as if to accentuate his query.
"Of course I am," Sasuke spat back. "They have the exact same eyes. I recognised her from the moment I saw her."
Itachi nodded thoughtfully, his eyes glazing over as he sifted through the myriad of his thoughts. "So that is why you bedded her, when otherwise you wouldn't have cared less."
The younger Uchiha sighed. "I made Katashi a promise. I don't go back on my word, Itachi."
"I know that," Itachi said kindly, placing a hand on Sasuke's shoulder. "But what about when December draws near? The council expects her to be tortured. Even if it isn't on Hinata's location, she would be able to give us great insight into the workings of the Hyuuga court."
"I don't know!" Sasuke all but yelled, his temper leaking through the cracks of his usually stoic façade. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, taking a deep, shuddering breath to reign in the pent up rage. "I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do about it."
"You could always just give her to Gaara," Itachi suggested nonchalantly. Sasuke glared at his sibling and stepped forward in a flash of movement, fisting Itachi's robes and pulling him closer.
"I will never let her go to him," he snarled, almost nose to nose with Itachi.
Instead of being afraid, Itachi looked smug. "You have feelings for her," He remarked, and smirked when Sasuke immediately loosened his grip and took a step back.
"Why do you say that?"
Itachi chuckled at his brother's naivety. How could one be so blissfully unaware of their own feelings when it was obvious to everyone else? "Before Sakura, you never had a woman in your bed for longer than a few weeks. And yet, with her, it's been six months and you show no inclination of wanting her gone. If anything, you're becoming more obsessed with the idea of her staying with you than ever before. Not only that, but when she was… Absent, you refused every single female that offered herself to you. Don't tell me that that isn't the sign of a man who has developed feelings for another?"
Sasuke scowled and averted his line of sight from his brother's humoured gaze, refusing to acknowledge the painful truth in his brother's words. Stubborn as he was, he wasn't a fool. His pride, however, did not allow him to admit out loud that any such feelings had formed.
"Sasuke." Said man looked at his brother, whose expression had turned serious. "Gaara has offered us an alliance in return for her hand. Your feelings aside, that isn't an offer we can just brush off. Let's face it: We need Suna. Especially financially. Otogakure is in a lot of debt, and our people are suffering because of it. Sasuke… Sometimes one must sacrifice their own happiness for the sake of others. We are responsible for the lives of thousands. We can't just forsake that purely for our own selfish reasons -"
"You think I don't know that?" Sasuke demanded before Itachi could finish his speech. "Do you honestly believe that I don't know that I'm being selfish?" A short pause again, before he continued, barely allowing himself to draw breath. "I know I am! I know that I should let Gaara have her. He is good to her, he treats her with respect, and not only that, he makes her happy. He is everything that I'm not, and I know that she would be happy with him. In all reality, it should only be a small price to pay. What's a prisoner? It doesn't matter whether I've fucked her or not. I should be able to let her go." He did not falter in his words, but his eyes belied the harsh feelings that they conveyed. "I'll lose information on Hinata, but the people come before our revenge. The choice should be so fucking easy, but it isn't! I see him, and all I want to do is take her in front of him, purely so that he will get the message that she is mine. I see her talk to him, and I want to snatch her away from him. I see him look at her, and I want to punch him. Gods, Itachi, what the hell is wrong with me?" He closed his eyes at that, and massaged a small circle on his temple, rage filtering through the recesses that he usually tried so desperately to cover up. When he continued to speak, his voice was softer. Confused. "She is just a girl. She shouldn't mean anything to me. But then, why do I feel like this? Why isn't it just about the sex anymore, or about getting Hinata's location? Why is it suddenly so much more than that? Why is it now about making her smile, hearing her laugh… Holding her? I just… I don't understand." Sasuke had averted his eyes from Itachi's face once more, a scowl etched onto his handsome features.
He missed the slight softening of Itachi's eyes, and the small smile that slunk its way onto his lips. "Ah," he murmured, more to himself than to Sasuke. "So my little brother has finally started to grow up."
With that he turned on his heel and left a bewildered Sasuke staring after him.
Thank you so much to you awesome people who reviewed!
MarWayWay: Aww, thank you so much :D And yeah, I do edit my own stuff. I have a grammar OCD, so I read through each chapter a good 4 or 5 times each before posting :P I hate that too, but she'll be more brains than brawn throughout the story, so... :P Thank you!; Chantrea Moonbeam: Saaaame, he's so sexy when he's like that XD; river of the sand: Woot! Aw, thanks :) Haha, I'm a minx ^_^ But of course there is! You ain't seen nothing yet :D; Saptula xoxo: Sweeeeet... We shall be Sapphire Spatula, bitches! ^_^ Or, y'know, whatever you wanna be... :P But... But Gaara is too attractive to go toilet on... :( Nahh! You're amazing! *dances* ^_^; moni-neechan: Hey you! I've missed you, glad to see you again :) Haha, aw thanks :) Well.. You'll see what happens sooner or later :); just me: Haha, don't worry, that's just who Sasuke is. He's a very selfish person :P Hmm... Well, keep speculating! Although I love you, I ain't telling you nothing. NOTHING! MWAHAHAHA.. ahem... :D; my-threesome: True, very true. Haha :P How did you like her repercussions?; Aya Akumi: I think I might actually love you. Your reviews are always one of the ones I look forward to :) I'm so glad that you're loving this story so much, and I'm really sorry to have to make you wait for such an uber long time now... Hopefully, in your opinion, it'll be worth it. But, it's either put it on hold now, or put it on hold a lot more often in the future... Thank you so much for your review(s) :D; Mango Winner: I think that I addressed everything in the PM, but again, thanks so much for your opinions and insight, and I hope that you can hold out just that little bit longer for all of the information :); Monicalia: Thank you :D I do try, and I will continue to do so :);LilithiaRW: Thank you very much :D;Super Galactic Monkey Ninja: True, true, if only we all had someone like that... *sighs*; Alipiaoca: Hahaha, aw thanks for getting your cousin addicted ^_^ Hey, I updated 2 weeks ago. Not my fault that you didn't read it :P
You guys are seriously epic, and I'm really, really sorry that this is going on hold until the 30th of January. But it's either put it on hold now, and hopefully not at all in the future, or put it on hold a lot in the future. I'm sorry... Do I get forgiveness? And if any of you are interested, I've started writing a GaarHina story. Updates are quicker, chapters are shorter. Please read the warning beforehand :)
Reviews = Inspiration, and an incentive to write more. A minute or so of your time now will save a lot more time in the future. I don't bite, please give your opinions, I really want to hear them :)
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, guys! xoxox - SapphireRivulet