AN: Kind of short guys, I know. But I really wanted to update this story, it's actually one of my favorites. So please enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: there are so many things I would have done differently if I owned Naruto. First off, I would have killed off Naruto a long time ago...JK. Or am I?

Love is blind.

Love is whimsical.

Love is cruel.

The latter rang true in his heart for years and years. It rattled his bones and picked at his strong muscles until they had turned to pathetic mush. All while she stayed beautiful.

Just looking at her was orgasmic for him; all over her was magic beauty. The way she walked, the tone of her voice as she spoke, her everything made him tingle.

When she started hanging on another man's arm, the tingling turned to boiling anger. It rose in his throat like bile every time he made eye contact with the new boy-toy. Sure he was nice and polite, but – to him – that's not what she needed. Niceties and politeness were beneath her; she needed a man with gusto and promiscuous hands, strong and sturdy hands.

Pretty boy had girl hands.

He wasn't right for his blonde goddess.

But he never dare say so whilst he feel her wrath.

So when his death came, it was no surprise as to how he passed.

Under her own healing hands. What a waste of space, he didn't even have the decency to die honorably out of sight of his love. No, no, no. He had to do it right in front of her and scar her for life.

Good job.

Now he was left to pick up the pieces, speck by miserable speck. He'd sit by her and let her sob on his broad shoulder; he bided his time and waited for her to melt all over him for being there.

He waited.

And waited.

Only to watch her leave. Her excuse? 'I can't stay in this place anymore.' He offered to come with her, in case she needed someone to talk to. She brushed him off and walked off with the little niece pretty-boy left behind.

"Love is blind," he muttered as he took another drink of his burning alcohol, his nose still full of her scent.

"Love is whimsical," waving goodbye as he toted his little blonde charge.

"Love is cruel."

She bit out bitterly as she leaned against the wall and mourned his death, grinding her teethe together as an unimaginable anger rose in her throat like bile.

*Sad-face tear drop*

Woe is me...something angsty to bring this back. :)