A/N - So, I am in extreme debt to Kat. Like lone shark level. She's been spitting out chapters like a god, and I have NEVER been this far behind.

To make it up to her, because I hate her hold the fact that I haven't updated over me while I 'm begging for chapters, I'm posting this.

I haven't forgot about Forlorn. I'll try wrap that chapter and post it soon.

So here's one chapter I owe Kat.

Fuck you dude.

DISCLAIMER - I do not own Naruto

Song used for this chapter Voicians - Seconds

If she were that important Sakura, you wouldn't have left.

Funny how she could word it so simply. Say it in such a careless manner, as if she didn't just reach into the depths of my soul and pull out what I was trying to hide so desperately.

That I was fucked up. Beyond believe. That legitimately there was no salvation for me, in any sort of way or form. If I was prick enough to look Hazel in the eyes as she was beneath me, tugging at my fucking shirt, whispering for me to stop pushing her away, and still leave that girl in bed because my phone rang with one single name plastered in the front.

I was, without a shadow of a doubt, too fucked up and beyond saving.

And we all knew it, especially me.

That's why I was standing in front of Ino's door, waiting for her to answer. That's why the look on Hazel's face and the churning in her eyes, were practically all but forgotten by now. Because I was a piece of shit, and I would continue to be a piece of shit towards everyone.

Except Ino.

She opened up the door without much exception. But honestly, what else was there to expect? When have I ever acted beyond exception? But I didn't care how obedient I was. Nor did I care how bored and irritated her features were when she opened the door.

My focus was on her eyes.

And how she refused lock her gaze with mine.

We didn't bother saying anything, just walked quietly up the steps of her home. It was dark, I could hardly see her glowing platinum hair, but I knew the place by heart. This was my second home, my second family, and I was wondering why they weren't here tonight. Why only one car sat in the wide driveway.

The second the door to her room shut, I asked.

"Where are the folks?"

"Gone, both of them, at some dinner out of town they got some hotel for. Old friends I think," Ino mumbled as she turned to face me, not bothering to turn on the light.

I stood there in the middle of the room, amused snort passing before I muttered, "Funny. Seems like a night Kiba would be begging to be over."

"I didn't tell them they were gone..."

Of course she didn't.

I would be more surprised if she didn't plan this as a perfect opportunity to drag me over here for god knows what.

Slipping my hands within my pockets, I prompted, "So what is it? Why did you call?"

"In a hurry somewhere, Sakura?" She asked with a curious tilt of her head. When I only gave her a bland look, she rolled her eyes and strolled over to sit at the edge of her bed.

As the silence stretched, I grew impatient, "I'm serious, what was the need to demand me over at three in the morning?"

"It's practically four, seeing as you took your time getting here. Finished up business before bothering to come over, huh?"

My impatience flared to irritation, "Check your call log Ino, it took me all of twenty minutes to get here."

"Funny thing is, you live five minutes away. Which is why I'm assuming some poor girl was left behind tonight for little ol' me." Ino's words flashed the face of Hazel across my mind.

Setting my jaw, I warned, "Ino."

"But I didn't call to talk about what you do behind closed doors, I mean you have so many it's hard to even pick out one," she continued, causing me to ball up my fist.

"Then why did you call," I demanded, getting annoyed with her antics and refusing to be baited into it, "What do you want?"

"You blew up my phone Sakura, you've been calling me non stop. That's why you're here. What do you want?"

My face twisted in disbelief. Shaking my head, I retorted, "And you don't think a simple phone call would have been enough to have this fucking conversation?"

"I thought so at first too, until I realized that knowing you, you would be distracted by some girl tonight, like you are any other night."

"If you have something to say Ino, say it," I growled with a step towards her. She didn't so much as flinch, but that only fueled the firing anger within my chest. "I getting real fucking tired of you poking me with a stick. So why don't you just flat out ask, seeing as you are so interested."

"But I'm not," she shrugged eyes wandering away in boredom, "You were interested why I thought it was necessary to ask you over, and I told you the reason. Because I know you were busy with some girl and I didn't feel like being squeezed in between the two of you... I can only imagine what I caught you in the middle of."

"A conversation," I bit out, telling only half the truth as I glared at her, "You caught me in the middle of a conversation, one I was enjoying unlike this dumb shit we're doing right now."

She snorted, and her amusement about the entire situation was forcing me to reach new heights of irritation. But before I started to yell, I took a breath and asked as calmly as I could, "So that's all you wanted? To talk about why I was calling?"

"Seemed important. I mean, if we're talking about looking at call logs, it'd take awhile just sitting there counting how many times you called," she replied, placing her hands at the edge of her bed as she leaned forward, "So what do you want?"

"To talk obviously," I bit out. "While you've been sitting here doing god knows what with your new found time, I have been dealing with everyone on my ass trying to make sure we're okay. It's been been annoying the fuck out of me."

"You think I haven't had them in my ear too?" She asked with a twist of her features, "Temari and I have been having very long conversations."

"When haven't you?" I snapped.

She rolled her eyes, "Obviously not as often as you would think, because I heard all sorts of things that I hadn't known before." The statement was an accusation, one I felt shining me in the spotlight. I frowned deeply, but she only shrugged, "But I guess it really wasn't any of my business to know. Partying alone. Drinking by yourself. All the girls you've been bouncing around along with the idea of the college you wanted to go to. Been thinking long and hard about that one, huh?"

My breath started to quicken, partially from anger but more so in hot stabbing regret. Knowing Temari, she didn't spare details for any of our sake. Rubbing my eyes, I muttered, "She doesn't know shit. She only knows one side."

"Don't we all? Such a huge wall you have built up over there. And it isn't like we have any sort of right or reason to be concerned with what's going on over it," she muttered as I continued to rub my eyes roughly, "Drunk driving. Showing up to practice smelling like booze. Purposely missing games for the sake of having your favorite sort of company: a bottle with a girl on the side."

"Oh man I can hear it in your fucking voice," I said with a laugh, dropping my hand as I watched her in the dark, "Just the way you keep bringing it up. Slipping it in with venom dripping in your fucking tone. But if I spent so much time on my own, doing my own thing, why would you think Temari is telling you every dirty little detail Ino?"

She sat there watching me silently, and I took another step towards her, "Tell me, what has she told you that you didn't already know? Best friend of mine should know better than that. When haven't I been partying? Drinking? Fucking girls? When was the last time you saw me as that innocent little knight that shielded you from every little fucking thing that came towards your direction at a wrong angle? Don't fuck around Ino. Stop acting surprised, you know me so much better than that."

"You would think I did, but I'm realizing that I don't," she whispered, looking away with this empty little smile on her face, "You. You're obvious sometimes. You never fail to do what you want. Drinking like a fish. Partying like you're infinite. Running through every girl that you see in eyesight, like you're collecting trophies."

I shrugged, "That's me. That's what I do. That's what I've been known to do for awhile. But if you think recently I've been running through girls-"

"Then I'm wrong?" She finished for me, eyes wandering back to mine with a laugh falling from her lips, "You're joking. I call you at three in the morning, on some random night, and you're with some girl."

"Having a conversation," I repeated calmly.

"With her beneath you in some bed as yall fuck," she finished with her nose scrunching at the thought, "And you whispering how about how you normally don't work to make girls scream isn't a conversation, Sakura."

I laughed again, shaking my head in disbelief. I wondered, truly wondered, if she knew how obvious she was being about what was irritating her the most. Slipping my hands in my pockets, I mumbled, "So I guess on the flip side of me being obvious, sometimes I'm unpredictable? Sometimes you don't know what I'm thinking, what's the meaning behind the shit I do."

I watched her, amused smile slowly falling from my lips as I locked my eyes with hers and continued to say quietly, "So in this instance Ino, I was behaving abnormally. Doing what you don't expect. Because that conversation I was having with that girl, I was explaining to her why I couldn't fuck her. Why she needed to get as far away from me as possible. And on that other night, when you were asking randomly what the hell I was doing. Funny thing is, I didn't even have the urge to take that one upstairs. Actually, as soon as you messaged, I was already turning her down. And recently-"

"God you're the epitome of bull shit," she snorted out, snatching her eyes away from me.

But I simply kept going, "Recently my phone has been dead, completely fucking silent, as if I'm trying to keep it quiet enough to hear it just in case it rings from you. Even though I know that phone call isn't coming any time soon. Even though I know I'm just wasting my god damn time. It's completely fucking quiet, just for you."

"And you expect me to believe that?" She demanded, snapping her eyes back to me with a glare.

I tossed my hand with a small laugh, "No, why the hell would I expect that. That would be easy. When the fuck have you ever been easy to deal with. But despite that, I still work for you like I'm trying to make a living."

She continued to glare at me, but I took my final steps towards her with my gaze steady and unwavering. I leaned down slowly, eyes falling to her lips when she didn't pull away. And as the inches began to slowly disappear, I watched as the fight seeped away from her rigid agitated posture as I mumbled, "I don't know why you're so concenred. I'd waste a life time working for you."

She practically melted the closer I got, but just as I was closing the centimeters left, she pulled away and stopped me mid motion with a hand at my chest.

I paused with a frown pulling my lips, confused. My eyes flickered back up to hers, and suddenly I saw it.

The hardening in them, like steal ice.

Her words were quiet and firm as she repeated softly, "Why did you call, Sakura?"

My eyebrows furrowed as I leaned back, standing in front of her in confusion. To say I was surprised was an understatement, I may have been obvious with how I acted but Ino was too in her own right. This was clockwork for us. Every fight always led to a makeup fuck. Every blow was always made up for a moan. We didn't bother stretching it out, there was no point. I couldn't comprehend what the hell was so different now.

Shaking my head, I answered truthfully this time around, "Because I missed you-"

"Can you stop and tell me the real reason? I'm so sick of this."

The cutting edge in her tone was throwing me off. Frowning deeply, I shook my head and asked in honest to god curiosity, "Sick of what, Ino?"

"This back and forth. This pretending that I'm not just some girl you fuck on the side like every other one," she replied with her face completely blank of features.

Which was incredible, because mine had to be betraying exactly what I was thinking. I frowned deeply, "Ino, I don't know what else you want. Everything I've been saying-"

"Is complete fucking bullshit."

My face twisted as I stared at her. Within a split second, I realized she was serious and I was fucking stunned. I licked my lips with a shake of my head, "You're gonna say that with a straight face? Like you honestly believe it?"

"Oh, I completely believe that you're a liar. But I would admit, you had me going for awhile."

I laughed loudly, unable to believe she was going to spit this bullshit again, "Had you going where, Ino? What did I possibly fool you with?"

"All of this. Make believing that whatever was going on wasn't some fucking game to you."

I snorted, "When?When have you ever believed in this. When weren't you doubting me every two seconds. Every time I turned around. Every fucking time I didn't so much as breathe in you direction."

"In between all the times you were proving me right," she spat back. "Between every girl you were fucking at some party. Between every drink in your hand at the ready to get plastered without giving the slightest of fuck for everyone else."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Ino."

"Right? It took me forever to open my eyes-"

"To what!" I shouted, losing myself in my frustration and impatience. I glared at her with jaw set, "What do you fucking see right now, with your eyes supposedly wide open? What's so fucking obvious that I'm missing!?"

"That you are a self destructing inebriated disaster that literally destroys everything in your path!"

As her words echoed within the dark room, bouncing through the empty house, I felt them strike me in the chest. And the only thing I could do was stand there mutely and stare.

But she didn't stop there.

"You're the definition of drunk. The epitome of no self control or consequence. You do whatever you want, whenever you want, without a single thought of what would happen afterwards. You're a toxic god damn waste land Sakura, and everyone and everything that literally comes near you is bound fester. And whatever this is, is just another example of you not giving a shit."

Her words brought complete and utter silence. Even the crickets outside grew quiet.

Yet within my chest, my heart started to hammer loudly. It slammed against my rib cage in fury and anger as I felt myself begin to shake. I struggled to unlock my jaw, which mashed my teeth together so ferociously they were practically cracking under pressure.

In an effort to control myself, I took step back from Ino.

And then took another.

And with the extra space given to me, I could clearly see the picture painted before me. Just as she said, it was a portrait of the disaster waiting to happen.

But it didn't stop me. What type of self destructing disaster would I be if I veered off course?

I licked my lips with a soft laugh void of amusement passing between them. Looking up at her, I said quietly, "You know what Ino, you're right. Every single word of it, you have me pegged. Funny thing is, I already knew this. More amusing than that though? Hearing it from you. Like you got dealt the short end of the stick from this entire thing. But as always man, you're the same little fucking brat in elementary school."

"Like you're not the one acting like some god damn child with no-"

"You had a fucking boyfriend," I cut her off, staring her dead in the eye, "He was right there the entire time in front of our face. His tail wagging, ready to please and pout when you didn't give him attention. And guess what Ino, you spread your legs anyway. Boy was all over you, begging for that shit, but who did you spread your legs for?"

"Fuck you-"

"That's right," I cut off again with a hard glare, "Me. You spread them nice and wide and moaned my name in ways that would make a nun blush. You scratched at my back, snatched at my hair, begged me to curl my fingers inside of you as I fucked you as hard as I could for your very own pleasure, and you're not the least bit phased by it at all. In fact, you were brave enough to invite me over again tonight, like I'm not blind enough to notice Kiba isn't here. Last time I actually saw the dude was when I was fucking you in his bathroom. But you? I can constantly be seen with you behind his back. And every time we are together, you don't have single look of guilt on your face. Which is insane. I mean, I run through girls like water, but even I would be too embarrassed to show my face knowing how much of a slut-"

The speed and swiftness Ino used to whirl herself from the bed and snap her hand high was unnatural.

But my ability to catch her wrist mid motion was even more so.

Her chest heaved with her eyes wild with fury, but I only stared down at her. Emotionless. Her open palm quickly shut into a fist as she attempted to yank away from my grip, but I steeled my hold as I forced her close to me.

"Get the fuck out, Sakura," she snarled.

I didn't so much as flinch as I muttered, "No."

"That wasn't a fucking choice. I said get the fuck out, and I swear to god if you even think of trying to call-"

"How does it feel, honestly?" I interrupted, unfazed by her glare. "Thinking that I think the worst of you, how does it feel? Stings right?"

"Let go of me," she demanded, ignoring the question as she continued to yank.

I let my grip fall from her wrist, and not even a second passed before the deafening crack echoed the room following by a piercing ring as my cheek began to flare with pain. But despite that, I barely budged. I only stood there, staring down at her as she heaved in breath after breath.

Watching her with dead eyes, I muttered, "You know, maybe you never looked at me unbaised, but at least you were modest about it. And maybe I did notice every frown you had on your face as I fucked around with girls, drank too much, and smoked, but I was okay with pretending you didn't. Just like I'm okay with pretending with a lot of shit. Like I wasn't the one being played straight up in my face."

"Even if I was playing, you seemed to had handled it well. Like I didn't notice how much you gave a shit with every girl you were with when I turned around," Ino spat back.

I cracked a smile, "Do you hear yourself man. I go on about how you fuck around behind your boyfriends back-"

"And I'm pointing out how often you fucked around behind mine," she cut off with a short laugh. "I'm pointing out how much of a hypocrite you are, and your idiot enough to keep judging me."

"Oh, so you're fucking upset about being judged, but you were all for telling me about myself two seconds ago," I laughed as well. "Man I swear to god you're so fucking twisted and dense. If you would, for three whole seconds, stop thinking you're the one getting played maybe you'd realize I haven't been fucking with anyone."

"Like I didn't just call you while you were with a girl twenty minutes ago."

"And I told you nothing fucking happened!" I practically shouted.

"Why the fuck would I believe that?"

"Why wouldn't you!" I demanded with boom in my voice, "What have I done to you for you not to believe me."

"Sakura after the hundreds of girls I've seen you with and watched all the shit you've done behind their closed doors," she began, but I cut in.

"Yes, to them! I don't give a shit about them, they aren't important-"

"Exactly. That's exactly what I'm saying. You've treated them like trash, like fucking nothing, and you expect me to believe I'm supposed to be different?"

"Yes, because you are!" I racked my hand through my hair, unable to figure out how to simplify it any more.

"Am I? Really? Let's think about difference between me and them. They are only around for a quick fuck, a main entree with your cold beer. I bet I couldn't even count on one hand how many times we were drunk when we fucked. And when you're done playing around with, you leave. Funny how I only found out a few weeks ago what college you planned on going to."

My head jerked back, "You think I'm leaving because this shit doesn't mean anything?"

"I think you're leaving because whatever this was, wasn't shit enough to amount to much. I think this whole thing started up because you already knew you weren't going to be here anyway, so what was the harm and foul?"

"I asked you straight up what college I should go to, why the fuck are you suddenly pretending to care now?" I spat in disbelief.

"No you mistake my point making for actual feelings of the matter," Ino snapped back. "I don't give a single fuck where you decide to go Sakura, in all honesty that's the only thing I wanted to say tonight. You can go two time zones over, and have a great fucking time doing it and I still wouldn't give a shit. But before you leave the least you can do is straight up tell me how all of this didn't mean shit to you in the first place."

I stormed over to her, and she didn't so much as blink. Inches apart, I leaned down and muttered between the grit of my teeth, "Are you that fucking jealous to believe you don't mean shit to me, Ino? Why the fuck do you think I'm here right now? Why else do I answer every fucking snap from you? Just fucking admit it, Ino. You're going to miss your little lap dog. Might as well ask me to stay.'

"Go where ever your hearts content," she said with a sweet smile.

My fists curled, "So I don't give a shit enough about this to leave, but you don't give a shit enough to ask me to stay."

Ino only shrugged, "I guess we both don't care about this now, huh?"

I shook my head, biting out, "Look in my eyes and tell me to leave then, Ino."

Her gaze locked with mine in an instant and her lips parted with out hesitation, "Please, Sakura. As far as college goes, leav-"

Before she could even think about finishing her sentence, I had her pinned onto the bed. I hovered her, my jaw aching with how locked it was. As my body remained completely still, my fingers began to curl painfully slow at her wrists.

She watched me from her back as I muttered, "Stop fucking with me then, Ino. Stop calling me up like you miss me and stop glancing at me when we hang out like you almost want to beg for me to pay you some attention. You feel so played right now and I supposedly did you wrong. Well up until I leave, don't bother talking to me. I'm done with your shit."

"That's why you're here Sakura," she said with a shattering fucking smile, "So we both can to cut this off."

My fingers flinched tighter as I leaned down to her, watching her steady eyes as I muttered, "Just tell me to fucking stay, Ino."

"Just admit this wasn't shit to you, Sakura."

God what the fuck was happening.

I chase after this girl all my life, and the split second I felt I had her in my grip she was already slipping between my fingers. This couldn't be my luck, my life. This dumb heart breaking bull shit couldn't be fucking real.

If it was, she wouldn't be kissing me back. As my lips moved with hers and my knee between her spread legs, she would have stopped me. Pushed me off. Told me to go fuck myself and how she didn't want to see me again.

So this had to be just another fight. This had to be something I could fix with sex, because that's all we fucking were apparently. We didn't have any fucking substance or depth. We were as shallow and petty as the insults we spat at each other every night for some stupid ass reason. We were literally nothing but a thing to do for fun.

I mean, that's what she believed. It was clear with every second she pulled away to breathe all the while refusing to tell me to stay. To whisper that she needed me here with her. Instead all she did was fucking claw at my shoulders and hitch in a breath.

"Ino," I growled in impatience.

Her fingers only flinched deeper into my skin, as if drawing blood would stop me from demanding. But I refused tonight. I refused to get the short end of the stick after making her cum countless of times. After working so hard to make her scream every single time I found her alone with no one else looking. Despite what she felt and thought, I gave her every fucking thing she wanted, and still I got nothing from the trade.

I made her see stars, and she made sure I was focused only on her.

I covered her mouth as she started to scream, and she covered up our sessions from the boyfriend she couldn't seem to leave.

I've been getting played blatantly, in my face, and all I wanted in return was for her to at least pretend she wanted me for two fucking seconds. Like all this chasing was mutual. That me pathetically staring after her wasn't one sided, but she still had the nerve to only part her lips to breathe out my name as my fingers slipped inside of her.

She continued to moan without the slightest hint of ever admitting she wanted me here with her.

Which is why I was so frustrated, so desperate. Because she's tugged me along harder then she was tugging at my shirt right now to take off, but couldn't be as straight forward any other time, specifically when we weren't fucking around. But I was the one playing her?

I was the one that wasn't being straight forward?

How obvious could I get with my fingers curling inside of her. How couldn't she tell what I wanted as I stayed at her neck, sucking on her skin as my free hand dragged up her shirt. What else did she want from me, there was nothing else I could physically do to make her believe.

All that was left was for her to fucking admit she wanted me to stay, and I fucking knew I could prove how much she meant to me.

But as her shirt was ripped off, and I started down at her heaving chest, I knew the way her head tilted with a rock of her hips meant she would never admit she needed me. And once again, just as it has been since we were fucking kids, I realized just how out of reach she was.

So I continued to fuck her as some comfort.

Knowing that just like any other night she was going to run back to that boyfriend of hers like I didn't exist. And she was going to do it knowing that whatever the fuck was happening with us was over.

Funny how she can let go of it so easy while I was the one curling inside of her, almost desperately trying to drag her back as I watched her eyes stare at the ceiling, one last time seeing stars I knew only I could make appear.

And just like that, it was done.

She came for the first time without calling my name.

And I watched her do so knowing she couldn't keep this shit up with me anymore.

I pulled my fingers out slowly and listened to her heaving breath in complete silence.

And with a shaking curl of fists I pulled away and left her room.

Not saying a single word.

First off, please don't mind all my mistakes. I'm just now getting back at writing, and it's been a struggle.

On the plus side, as revenge, I would like to point out that this story is just about wrapped up.

Timeline wise, this is where it all ends in a couple of chapters.

So, Kat, you won't be able to debt me with this story anymore. Jerk.

Anyway, seriously, this is just about finished. Two maybe 3 chapters tops and it's all finished. And after that, it tumbles on to another story. Hazaaa, this will be like my all of 4 stories I've finished.

Read, review, tell me what ya think.

Gonna try to be more active with this, so cross your fingers I post again soon

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