Many things are fleeting. Relationships are a great example of what I mean. Not many relationships make it past the first month. The first month is the trial period. If you make it past a year, you're doing alright; 5 years is okay; 10 years is well; 20 years is great; 50 years is excellent; 65+ years is eternal damnation.

Sasuke and I are in the OKAY area.

Though... I wouldn't call what we have a relationship, because technically he's dating Sakura. I hate it, but he does it to torture me.

Everyone assumes he's straight, but's he a man whore. He loves men and I know it, because every night he comes crawling back to me... or vice versa. Either way, we have our fun and nobody knows except Kiba, my best friend.

It's a sick game Sasuke and I have.

A sick game that I'm in love with. I chase him down, he pins me, and we do the do. Then he gets bored and walks away and I have to chase him down again. It makes life interesting, but I wonder if he'd ever finally come out and claim me as his in an actual relationship.

We've held this secret one for 5 years, ever since middle school.

I'm sick of it, but at the same time I crave more of it.

I'm twisting on the inside and becoming slowly demented, and I have no one to blame but myself and that bastard.

I love him too much.

I sigh as I wait for Sasuke to return from the bathroom. I'm counting shapes the number of specks I can find in his stucco ceiling. I hear a flush and then the sink and he's finally out.

"Alright. Clothes off."

So demanding. It turns me on and I comply, standing completely nude before him. I'm his slut. His good fuck that he goes to everytime.

"Well it looks like you've gotten bigger," he smirks and I feel my face heating up. It's true that my genitalia have grown quite a bit, but not THAT much. But he's an Uchiha and Uchiha's notice everything. That's why we're having sex under my roof while Kurama, my older brother, is away for the weekend. Karin's busy with Suigetsu and Juugo, so she's out, tonight was the perfect night.

I assume the position he wants me in, on the bed. I'm on my back with my legs spread for him to look me over with predatorial eyes. He licks up my neck as he takes out the lubrication and slicks a single finger and presses it into me.

I jolt, not used to preparation, even if it's minimal. He slicks himself up before pressing in, and my hands fist the bed. I love this too much, I even wish he'd be rougher with me.

With every thrust of his hips, I feel that much more alive. I moan out his name as he presses into my prostate. It feels good and I can't help but cling to him.

Before I know it, it's over and we're curled into eachother. He's holding me and it feels nice.

I know he's sleeping, his breath is too even.

I tilt my head up slightly and look up at the Uchiha. His lovely raven hair cascades into his face like a perfect veil that masks his face in a late night promenade.

I was never poetic until I fell for this jackass.

I'm learning the right words and jotting them down in my spiral notebooks. Everyday's a poem to me.

Everyday's a chapter in my love story. But the ending won't be a happy one.

I know he'll grow tired one day. I dread that day.

I sigh myself to sleep and awake to an empty bed.

I sit up and smell toast and eggs, so I decide to stroll downstairs. Karin's there, cooking breakfast. She's not the best cook, but I'll take it. It's here 'rightful motherly duties', even though she's not my mom.

My mom was her aunt. We both miss my mom.

"Karin, when'd you come in?" I ask with a yawn.

"Around the time Sasuke-kun snuck out," she smirks.

She knows all about Sasuke and I and she loves the fact that he's having an affair with me behind Sakura's back.

I roll my eyes and sit at the table. "Well that must have been a couple hours ago."

"Yeah, I woke up early so Juugo dropped me off," Karin shrugs and sets a plate of egg on toast in front of me. "Eat up. I was gonna make pancakes, but we're out of milk."

"Are we? I swore aniki bought more before he left," I wonder aloud.

"Nope. Jeez, itoko, you're such a space cadet sometimes," Karin rolls her eyes and carries on her merry way.

Can you blame me for being a space cadet? My life is a big, sadistic love story that pleasures Sasuke until he's bored with me, then it because a sad, unrequited love story until I die. I'm not "depressed" or anything, but the feelings of regret linger in there somewhere.

I don't know what I'm doing with my life, all I know is that I want Sasuke to love me.

I guess he needs to break up with Sakura first before that could EVER happen.

Well here's the second installment. I hope you guys like it enough.
I enjoy making this fanfic.
But it's hard to type when you're working.

Your author,
Nova