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Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT, (If easily offended, please don't read), OOC, POOR GRAMMAR (grammar are always bad so always be prepare for it. I know I always say this, but, really, this chapter is really horrible and NOTHING has been beta-tested. My beta kinda disappear on me. Totally my fault since I haven't written anything for the longest time and I wanted to get this chapter out as soon as possible. Corrections will be made after the fact). Read at your own risk.

After Hinata had gotten over her initial shocked, she turned a disapproving frown toward her younger sister. "How did you even-"

"Inuzuka," came the short reply as her sister made herself comfortable on her bed.

Hinata looked from her sister to the bundle on the floor, utterly speechless for a moment. "Of course," she mumbled, shaking her head. "I should have known. Drugged ramen?"

Hanabi detangled an arm from behind her head, pointed her finger at Hinata in a manner anyone would easily mistake for cheekiness and smiled. "Bingo," she winked.

Hinata sighed. Kiba-kun. It was the Kiba influence. His playfulness was rubbing off on her little sister. Kiba had often complain to her that Hanabi was too serious for her own good and Hinata had agreed. In his single-mindedness determination for the advancement of the Hyuuga clan, her father had forgotten that a healthy, happy childhood involved more than grueling dawn to dusk training sessions and lectures of honor. In the beginning, she had been relieved and happy to see that Kiba's playful attitude was rubbing off on her sister. Because, despite Hanabi's protests to the contrary, she could see that being around Kiba-kun made her sister happy and anything that could bring a little joy to her sister's life made Hinata happy as well.

She hadn't counted on that same vivacity landing them in trouble though. "Take him back."

"What?" Hanabi shot straight up, her eyes narrowing. "Take him back?"

"Yes," Hinata repeated. "Take him back before he wakes up and things get out of hand."

"No way," Hanabi protested, waving away Hinata's worries. "Do you have any idea what I promised to do for the barbaric man to give you this chance?"

Hinata's brows lifted in a questioning gesture. "What promise?"

"Nothing," Hanabi muttered. "Never mind that. Just know that I sacrificed a lot to give you this chance."

"And just what exactly do you expect me to do?" she asked, gesturing toward a sleeping Naruto.

"Confess your love?" she suggested, leaning back on the bed and placing her feet on a soft blue pillow and sighing in contentment. "How long do you plan to carry your unrequited love for the idiot?"

This was a joke. It has to be. This couldn't be her serious, perfectly behaved sister, suggesting such a ludicrous idea. "You kidnapped the future Hokage so I could confess?" she asked, still in disbelief.

Hanabi snapped toward her, her eyes piercing. "I did not kidna-"

"You did." Hinata was having none of it.

Hanabi's eyes narrowed, her brows knitting in displeasure as she stared at her older sister. "Oh, for god's sake," she wheezed after several minutes. "Just confess."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because this is the wrong way-"

"Subtleties don't work with fools, Hinata."

"Naruto-kun is not a foo-"

"I don't care what he is," Hanabi groaned. "Confess, don't confess, I don't really care how you go about it. But whatever you do, make sure you use this opportunity I have provided for you."

"I-" Her hands clenched. "I just can't."

"And why not?"

"It-" Hinata murmured. "It doesn't work like that."

"And once again, I asked," Hanabi's frown deepened and her voice dropped a few octaves. "Why the hell not?"

The parental instinct in her quickly rare its head, intent on admonishing Hanabi for her less than lady-like choice of word and her tone but it hurriedly retreated in defeat of her sister's intimating stare.

"I-" Hinata shifted her eyes away, avoiding eye contact, suddenly a little embarrassed.

In truth, she would rather not discuss this subject. It was one thing to deliberate with herself when she was having a particularly bad day and her self-confidence slips a little too far, but it was an entirely different matter to open up to another person about her shortcomings. It was going to take more than just courage and Hinata didn't feel like she could muster up the energy for that right now.

But her sister was looking her and to any outsider, Hanabi may look more annoyed and displeased but her were eyes imploring and Hinata recognized that her sister cared. That though reckless, this was her way of showing concern and Hinata found herself giving in. Her sister had gone through the trouble of setting this up, it was best to be honest with her. Because it would save them from similar wild actions in the future and because Hanabi had earned it, her honestly. "I've already done it."

"What?" she asked, surprise apparent on her face. "When?"

"During the Pain invasion of Konoha," Hinata answered. "I thought I was going to die so I confessed."

"You told him that you love him?"

"Yes."

"To his face?"

"Yes."

"And what was his reply?"

"He-" Hinata hesitated. "He was deeply moved."

"And?"

"And?"

"And afterward?" Hanabi demanded.

Hinata was more aware than anyone of the deafening silence that echoed the days following the aftermath of the war and what it meant. But, saying it out loud meant another battle with her insecurities and the undeniable fact that he didn't love her. "Afterward?" she whispered, trying her best to keep her voice from breaking. "Well," she shrugged her shoulders, hoping that she appeared nonchalant about how much this had bled her heart dry. "He may have forgotten-"

"What?!" Hanabi shot to her feet.

"It was not the ideal situation for such a confession," Hinata quickly protested. "It was a life and death situation and many lives were on the line-"

"Forgotten?" Hanabi repeated, voice low and deadly. "Are you telling me that he forgot a dying girl's confession?"

"There were a lot of things that needed to be taken care of after the destruction caused by the invasion," she defended. "I'm sure Naruto had a lot more to worry about than that of a silly little love-"

"Enough." Hanabi silenced her with a wave of her hand. "I'm taking him back." She strolled angrily to an unconscious Naruto and jerked the ties closed. "He doesn't deserve you," she muttered as she roughly lurched him over her shoulder. "I'll think of another way."

Hinata was too stunned by Hanabi's reaction to properly react and it wasn't until Hanabi had already opened her window and jumped out with a still unsuspecting Naruto over her shoulder that her sister's words fully registered.

Another way? Another way for what?

There must be a mysterious virus floating around that was clearly infecting everyone who came into contact with it and making them do ridiculous and irrational things, Hinata decided as she got ready for bed. How else to explain the crazy actions that were happening around her? Either that or she was going crazy. Either way, it doesn't bode well for her. What she needed was a good night sleep and by tomorrow morning, everything would have blown over and things would surely return to normal.

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Things were not normal. Things would never be normal again. Yes, specifically speaking, one Hyuuga Hinata. Especially Hinata. What other explanations were there for why she was here with Uchiha Sasuke of all people? Normal Hinata would be at home, peacefully drinking her tea or out a mission with her fellow teammates. Only abnormal Hinata would be out here in the middle of a forest, facing the most dangerous shinobi in the shinobi world.

"What's wrong, Hinata?" he asked, shifting his weight onto his left leg as he placed his right leg forward before setting his body into a fighting stance. "Ready to call it quit?"

Quit? Give up? Yes, very much so. At this very moment, she was deeply regretting her decision to come here. It was not the continuous hours of training that was making every part of her body scream in protest, no, not that. Days training with Neji ni-san had prepared her for anything Sasuke could've thrown her way. But alas, as with everything else, things were not so simple. Nope, not with Uchiha Sasuke as her sparring partner. She should have known she was getting more than just a 'friendly sparring,' as he had so generously put it yesterday.

Hinata caught her breath, tried her best not to breathe too deeply, but her pulse was racing, her mouth dry, her lungs screaming and it was taking all her concentration not faint from exhaustion as she kept her gaze focus solely on the man standing a few feet away.

He was watching her as well, his body relaxed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, making no attempt to hide his amusement at her apparent display of hostility toward him.

Swiping a hand quickly across her brows, she hastily shook the droplets of sweats off her hand as her gaze once again locked on his. He was poking fun at her determination and that frustrated her but Hinata refused to let her rising frustration show. Her chin set and her resolve unshaken. "Never," she answered, tilting her head and giving him her best, I'm a Hyuuga and no one disrespect a Hyuuga look.

"Oh, Hinata," he laughed, his body rocking with amusement. "You are truly a joy."

Her eyes narrowed at his words. If Hinata was anyone else, she would take that display as genuine laughter. But in the past several days, she had gotten to know Sasuke enough to know that beneath that body trembling with amusement and lips that curved into a languorous smile, his muscles coiled with vital, dangerous fervor, just waiting for the chance to spring into action and take her off guard.

"Are you going to continue laughing or are we going to continue sparring?" she asked, irritation making her words more biting than normal.

His laughter died and his demeanor changed in an instant, the change itself so quick Hinata barely had time to register before he was behind her in the blink of an eye.

"Hinata," he whispered, his voice dangerously close to her ear. Raising a hand, he went to caress her cheek. Hinata jerked her head away, her body twisting out of his reach but not before she felt the rough, warm pads of his fingers sliding across her skin.

Frowning, she unconsciously wiped at her cheek with the back of her hand.

Her apparent disgust at his touch did nothing to deter him as his arm easily slide around her waist. She tried to land a hit to his ribs but he simply dodged, his arm trailing along her hip as he spun out of her reach.

She was not ignorant enough to believe that the touches were accidental. She had trained her whole life and was more than familiar with the accidental touches that were just an inseparable part of sparring matches. These were too frequent and purposeful in nature to be considered anything but accidental.

He was purposefully testing her patience. Grinding her nerves, biding his time until she cracked. What he would gain from that she did not fully grasp. But Hinata had given up on understanding Uchiha Sasuke. All she wanted was for him to leave her alone so she had purposefully ignored his taunts and less than appropriate touches since the moment they started their sparring match. But now, he wasn't even bothering to hide them anymore.

He was having too much fun taunting her to bother concealing the intentions of his hands sliding against her backside, his fingers grazing along her arm or his hot breath blowing too close to her neck.

"You'll have to do better than that, Hyuuga," he taunted from behind her.

With lightning speed, Hinata turned toward his voice, her leg, swift and hard, hoping to land a kick but he simply grabbed her leg and before she could ask what he was doing, his hand was sneaking into the lose opening of her pants, his fingers trailing heat against her skin.

"Too slow," he mocked.

"Let go," she whispered, pulling on her leg.

"I think not," he replied, his hand going further up.

"I said, let go!" she ordered, aiming for the chakra points on his body but he was too fast for her, twisting sideway to dodge her hand and before she could make another attempt at him, his hand closed around her wrist.

"Give it up, Hinata," Sasuke whispered, his fingers squeezing the tender muscle of her wrist until the pain forced her to still.

Hyuuga Hinata was never one to judge someone base on appearances. Often the recipient of people's calculating gaze, she went to great length to make sure that she at least knew some basic facts about a person before judging rather she considered them a friend or an enemy. It was something she took pride in and she honestly believed that the world would be a much happier place if people learn to trust each other more.

But everything about the man infuriated her. From his devilishly good looks to his cold calculating eyes, to his board shoulders, to his hard chest, to his strong hands and the condescending smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

She tried to jerk away, but he was holding her too tightly, and she could feel the panic rise in her throat, strangling her. She couldn't focus, not with the heat of his hands on her body and him standing so close. But she couldn't let him know that, or he'd continue to hold her, closer, tighter, until her heart started breathing out of control and exploded and his presence engulfed her, stripping her of any sensible actions.

She must do something. But what? How could she force him to release her? Hinata frantically searched her mind for something, anything.

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A sudden burst of chakra exploded through every pore in her body and Sasuke released her instantly, jumping back several feet before the chakra could do any more damage.

"Ouch," he mocked, slowly rubbing his hands together. It stung but nothing serious. "Forgot about that little trick."

Damn. He hadn't thought she would be so tough. She was still no match for him but she was most certainly a worthy opponent. Her eyes were measuring his every movement, every little insignificant twitch of his body, her body energized and on edge, strung tight for any tricks he might pull and this only served to make him smirked in satisfaction.

Sweats trickled down her forehead and down her cheeks. Hinata sucked in a deep breath and wiped a drop of sweat from her lips with the back of her hand.

That simple action was enough to direct his eyes to her mouth. Rosy and charmingly curved on the top, full and pouting on the bottom, he couldn't wait to feel those luscious lips beneath his. He wanted to touch her, to mark her powder-soft skin with bite marks. Her lips parted slightly as her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips and his cock hardened considerably, urged on by the fullness of her lips and the thought of them wrapping around him. The gesture was so unconsciously yet innocently seductive, Sasuke found himself sucking in his breath and shifting his position to hide his growing erection.

He couldn't remember a time when he'd reacted so strongly to a woman without her even trying. Hell, she doesn't even care if he responded or not. Scratched that, he was positive she would much rather he not respond and just leave her alone. Sadly, for her, there was no chance of that happening.

As much as he wanted her hands on him, it was not an option in this situation. Her hands were dangerous, so lethal a weapon that a single touch could seal his chakra and put him down for good. It was really such a shame. What he wouldn't give to feel those silky hands running down his body, curving around his length, rubbing and squeezing until he was ready to burst.

He had been a little disappointed when she showed up clad from top to bottom in an ugly purple top and loose black pants. So plain, so incredibly, annoyingly plain, his mind had groaned and he was just about to open his mouth and tell her so. Then he had noticed that though her top was not exactly tight, it was not entirely loose either. The purple material stretched across her breasts, not in an obscene way, but it certainly did nothing to hide their lushness or their delectable shape.

In her effort to disobey him, instead of her usual knee-length shorts, she had worn loose black pants that went all the way down to her ankles, covering every inch of her legs and her beautiful gorgeous hair, typically wild and free, was tied in a tight bun at the back of her head. That pose no problem, though. Sasuke has the cunning ability to find the silver lighting in the darkest cloud and he was going to put that to full use. Or in this case, he realized that though he may not be treated to the globes of her ass in tights, the loose clothing would make it easier for his hands to sneak inside and touch her skin directly. And it was not his fault that she didn't realize that by having her hair in such an ugly bun, she was giving him a charming view of her slender neck and would only make the moment when he sent that soft mess tumbling down more rewarding.

She gave a muffled horrified gasp when his hand brushed the underside of a breast. It was rounded and full, making his hands itch and his mouth watered.

She was responsive. Not just responsive, her whole body was practically begging for his touch and touch her, he would.

However, she was lasting longer than his original assessment and it was starting to get on his nerves. He must admit, begrudgingly so, that though he did not care much for it, the Hyuuga gentle fist was really something. However, he could tell that she was tired. Having her byakugan activated the entire fight had tired her much quicker than him. She couldn't possibly last much longer. He noticed the shortness of her breath and smiled. As stubborn as she was, her body won't be able to hold out much longer and it was only a matter of time before he cornered her again.

Sasuke smiled. Enough foreplay.

The vicious kick came out of nowhere. Hinata saw it, but only had time to swivel. It caught her high behind her left thigh. Hinata lost her footing and fell flat on her back against the grass.

Her buttocks cushioned her fall but her breath was knock out of her and her shoulders were flat against the ground. Hinata groaned, lifted her head slightly, struggled up onto her elbows, blinked dazedly and shake her head to clear the sudden dizziness.

Still dizzy, her head ringing, Hinata struggled to get up but before she could, she found herself being pin back against the grass, Sasuke towering over her body.

She stared up at him, breathless, shocked. "Let go."

"Not going to happen," he answered, covering every inch of her body with his.

She stiffened, her body going rigid and inside his pants, so did he.

He was sure his grin was positively gleeful, eyes showing with unrestrained joy and he cursed himself for having too much fun at her expense. But, she was warm and soft and so inviting beneath him.

He gripped her tighter, his body rigid above her. And damn if he didn't find himself wanting her to move.

Anything. Any movement that would help ease the ache in his cock.

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His strength was overwhelming, suffocating; the harsh reality of being trapped beneath him made her head throb and her body alarmingly warm.

"Not going to release more of your dangerous chakra?" he teased.

Hinata shot him a glare. She was out of chakra and they both knew it.

He was so close she could practically taste him and the thought terrified her. "Get off. I-I have to go home."

He shook his head. "Not until I get what I want."

She could feel her heart racing in sudden panic, feel the breath catching in her throat. "I agreed to a sparring match. Nothing more."

"We had an agreement," he countered. "No genjustu on my part and a kiss as my prize if I win." And then, with seemingly effortless expertise, he put his hand behind her head and with a simple tug, broke the ties of her bun and sent her hair spilling among the grass. His fingers delve into the long tresses and the sensation made Hinata gasped, her heartbeat picking up uncontrollable speed.

"My reward, Hinata," he groaned into her hair as the rich softness of her hair caress his skin.

Hinata felt intoxicated just being near Sasuke. Now that their bodies were pressed tight together, she could feel the heat of his body and smell the scent emanating from him. A musky combination of spice and hours' worth of training; Hinata knew full well it should disgust her. But strangely enough, it seemed to be having the opposite effect. The scent drifted through her senses and made her body tingled.

"I never agreed to that," she said, pushing at him. He didn't even budge.

He frowned. "What is the matter, Hinata? It's only a kiss. I could ask for so much more."

It was not just a kiss. It would be her first kiss. Hinata had been saving it…for Naruto. "I don't kiss my enemies."

"Am I your enemy, Hinata?"

Yes. Absolutely.

On paper, he was Naruto's best friend and the savior of Konoha on more than one occasion. Though not entirely social, he went on missions and his success rates are second to none. He was teaching her genjutsu and being a perfectly compliant citizen of Konoha. To the world and everyone around him, it seemed his revengeful days were over. By all account, he was not an enemy and yet…

"Are you?" she asked, her eyes searching.

"Hmm," he hummed, his hand close around her cheeks and roughly jerked her head aside. "Perhaps…"

"Uchiha-san-"

"Well," he whispered, brushing his mouth against the side of her neck, his lips soft and gentle, almost deceptively so.

An uneasy shiver went through her.

"Even if you refuse to kiss me, I could make due with just-" his knee darted between her legs, forcibly spreading them apart. "Rubbing against you."

Her eyes met his with a sudden shock. She could feel him, the head of his sheathed erection pressing against her. The disturbing pressure sending the first faint tremors of arousal through her body.

He rocked against her, slowly, his erection fitting in the cradle of her thighs, and despite her best effort, Hinata quiver.

"My kiss, Hinata."

She didn't have any choice, Hinata convinced herself. It was either, give him a kiss or have him rub against her and she'd do whatever it took to keep her physical reaction to him tamped down to a minimum. If he touched her there, he'd know and she couldn't possibly imagine the embarrassment that would bring.

He rocked against her again, his eyes penetrating as he gauged her reaction and was rewarded with her shocked gasp.

"Do it," she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut. "Get it over with."

Sasuke looked down at her and fought the urge to laugh out loud. He would not ruin the moment. If he laughed, it would scare her and he may never have another chance like this again.

Tilting his head downward, "You kiss me," he whispered against her lips.

Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him.

"Alright," she sighed after he refused to do anything else. Jerking upward, she quickly pecked him on the mouth, her lips soft, like the brush of a feather.

"There," she murmured, once again, pushing against his chest. "Now that that's done with. I really must be goi-"

Hinata squeak, unprepared for the warm, rough touch of his lips against her or the hot, wet sweep of his tongue as he forced her mouth open. This was not how she imagined her first kiss to be. This was neither sweet nor romantic. It was pure, animalistic instinct.

Her teeth skimmed across his bottom lip and sink down. Sasuke flinched slightly at the pain but instead of releasing her, he merely gripped her hair tighter and took her mouth harder, engulfing her senses with the tangy taste of metallic, lips and tongue.

She fought him as hard as she could. Even as her pulse picked up speed and heat pooled and spread throughout her body, she fought. Even as a little unexpected shiver raced up her spine and the tightly bundle of desires burst behind her head and her mind became muddy with need, she fought. But he didn't seem to feel anything, not her punches on his back, not her yanking on his hair, and certainly not the little whimpers of protests she managed once and a while. He continued kissing her, taking full possession of her mouth, stealing her breath, making her head spin.

"Stop," she begged, tearing her mouth away, desperately gasping for breaths.

She tried to bite him again the moment his lips touched hers, but he was too skilled at this, expertly avoiding her effort for nearly two full minutes of sensual skirmish of lips and teeth before she was forced to give up.

"Once more, Hinata," he whispered, hand cupping her jaw and his body pressing against hers, making escape impossible. His tongue, wet and warm, slipped between her teeth and circled her mouth before thrusting deep, mimicking motions that made her moaned.

Then suddenly, his lips became gentle. Much gentler than she thought he was capable of as his lips brush softly over hers, again and again, and Hinata wanted, no, needed, to get away from him. Because this was much more dangerous, so much more devastating.

"Stop," Hinata whimpered into his mouth, even as she felt herself surrendering to the rising need of her own body and to him. "Sasuke," Hinata panted. "We can't."

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Sasuke groaned when he felt Hinata returned the gliding pressure of his tongue with her own. Instead of fighting him, she slid her arms around his neck, drawing him closer to her, and he had no doubt that she was doing it unconsciously. She would never give him so much freedom nor respond in such a way if she was in full awareness of her senses.

This was it. He has won.

He would be breaking their agreement if he went further and that would make him the worst kind of scum. But then again, did she not already viewed him in the worst light? He doubted he could sink further in her book. Therefore, if anyone was to blame, she should look no further than herself. Lay the blame at her feet, for he did not want to disappoint her and any further actions on his part, was simply him living up to her expectations.

His hands, his fingers, slid down her body, passed the soft curves of her hips, beneath her pants and close around her butt, pulling her up tighter against him. "I can kiss you all day," he whispered. "You want me to, don't you, Hinata?"

She moaned in delight, her mind too fogged by the delirious sensation running through her body to fully grasped what he was saying. Instead, she reached up, tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth back as her tongue sought his, desperate to drink in more of him.

Oh god. This beyond his imagination. He never thought she would respond to him this way. Never imagined it was even possible. The intimacy of her mouth and the hot glides of her tongue sliding against his own was driving him crazy, luring him deeper and deeper, snatching control out of his hands. He needed more. So much more.

He slid his hand between the dampness of her thighs, cupping her.

Sasuke felt Hinata jerked against him but he continued rubbing her, his fingers stroking her through her panties, the hungry thrust of his tongue in her mouth making it impossible for her to do anything but moaning softly in his arms.

"Don't fight it, Hinata," he whispered, using his thumb to brush over the hidden nub between her wetness until she whimpered, her legs opening further.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Open up to me, Hinata. Stop fighting."

He reached down, curled his fingers around her panties and roughly rip the material.

When his finger brushed over her swollen clitoris, Hinata shuddered with need, her hands sliding down to grip his forearms, her nails digging into the skin.

He touched, slowly rubbing the ball of nerves before giving it a soft pinch.

"Sasuke," she choked, almost begged, gone completely were her sense of proprieties, the sound of her voice panting his name glided like music to his ears.

Then he slid two long, thick fingers into her heat and began to slowly pump it in and out and hitting just the right spot.

She cried out sharply, her voice breaking, her body frantic as she pressed closer . . . desperate with wanting.

He growled low in his throat and once again, covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue up inside and felt her undulate against his fingers, against his mouth as she trembled against him, hopeless and needy.

Fuck. He must take her now. He couldn't wait anymore. Fuck plans. Fuck strategies.

He quickly withdrew his fingers and fumble with his pants. And just when he was about to set his cock to her quivering pussy he felt it, that unmistakable chakra.

"Fuck," he cursed.

AN:

Okay, so…I know I have been away…for quite some time…I'm soooo sorry! I'm also sorry for the less than stellar chapter. I have not written anything in a long time so my writing is a little rusty.

To be honest…I wasn't going to write more but I would occasionally receive a pm or review, telling me that I should continue this story and eventually they were enough to crack me into coming back. So, if you believe that your reviews or your pm don't matter, you're wrong, they do! They mattered a lot.

Also, for those emailing me about the epilogue of "Crazed Desires…" it's not that I'm deliberately not responding to you or ignoring you. It's just that I have…not finished writing it yet! Ahahaha…ha…ha…ha...yea…omg, I'm so sorry! I have a very good excuse, I promise! I took a trip last year to the USA (to visit families and friends) and the draft (almost finished) was on my iphone…well, you can guess what happened. Yeap, someone stole my cellphone and all my written works (all of them, there were many cause I'm a idiot who likes to write on her iphone instead of a computer) went poof! That jerk stole my $800 iphone and my stash of written porn. Well, I hope he was not able to get to the data cause how embarrassing would that be…and if he did, at least he'll have something to jerk off to. Anyway, the point is…after that, I just didn't have the energy to rewrite them anymore.

But, since I promised an epilogue, I will still write one. So I hope to get it out before I do the next chapter of Genjutsu.

Also, a BIG reason is that my focus and interest have gone elsewhere…

This was the conversation I had with my friend last night when I was trying to finish this chapter of Genjutsu:

Xiao:

I want to write gay smut.

But I have never written gay smut.

But now all I read is gay smut.

So I don't know how to write hetero smut anymore. Help!

Friend:

Ahahahahahaha.

I don't know how to help you on that one.

I have never written hetero smut.

Xiao:

Oh…damn…

Anyway, thanks for all your wonderful reviews! I love reading every word of it and they really do help me get off my lazy ass so keep them coming!