What I Paid For

Artist:

Panic At The Disco

Song:

Ballad of the Mona Lisa

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The place was filth. Absolute filth. Lose women and horny men roamed the dirty and mud covered streets as the sun fell in the west. The large stone buildings cast black shadows over the maze of ally ways. One could practically smell in the dank air what was happening here. The selling of human beings. There was a large open town square that held a wooden stage were the prisoners, sedated and temporarily stripped of their abilities were sold like animals to the slaughter. Some people, so few have been told, held personal grudges for certain villages and would buy these people just to kill them, to state their thirst for vengeance. These people that were being auctioned off were beaten, battered, and starved prisoners of war. Sold as slaves if men, or sold to the wealthy for entertainment if a women. This place, this village far off from any authoritative eye, was a trading center of human beings and an entertainment jungle for the young and wealthy. Being a woman in the these streets was dangerous enough, but being a stranger intent on taking what did not rightfully belong to him was even worse.

The dark shadows and maze of stone walk ways did very well in hiding the cloaked man that walked through the village. His feet splashed in the broken brick pavement, echoing in the dark air. The cackle of far off men reached his ears as the neared the end of the dark ally. There were women standing beside buildings that promised a night of pleasure and delight. Their clothes were exotic and enticed the part of a man that held his mind fast with instinct. But the cloaked figure moved past these women who called out to him with ease. He was on a mission. He had a duty to do and would not be distracted by women such as them when he had greater matters to attend to. He looked desperately for the building he had been instructed to find. There was a woman there. A woman who had been captured in war and, from what he had been told, was sold to a merchant that owned one of the many whore houses in the village, and - once again only from what he was told - this is where the woman was. He had been told to retrieve this prisoner of war, take her away from the village, and bring her home safely.

After what seemed like hours of walking around the village he began to grow tired of searching. He could smell the change in the air, he could feel it get heavy with the humidity of the oncoming storm that he had noted was gathering in the distance and the way the slight breeze had stilled and the air fell quit save for the laughs and footsteps of the others around him. He did not pull back his hood, but he ran his fingers through his thick crimson hair. Rubbing his eyes he peered out ahead of him, hearing footsteps approaching he locked eyes with a skinny boy with a smug grin exiting one of the taller buildings around the town square. After the boys eyes met with the deep teal of the hooded man his smirk left and he looked to the ground as he hurried by, careful not to get too close. Looking up at the building, seeming to have already forgotten about the boys look of unease, he saw the sign he was looking for. The brothel he had been searching for. His eyes scanned the windows until the rested on one from one of the upper floors, it was open and the mesh curtains blew in the breeze of the approaching storm.

There was a woman sitting in the window, her dress she had been forced by its sewn designs to hang off of her shoulders as she watched the storm clouds come closer to the village. Her hair was thrown into a careless bun and pieces hung in her face. Her eyes clearly showed sorrow and shame, longing and desperation. She needed to get out. And that is what he was there for. It was his mission to come here to this ungodly place and retrieve her, and now that he had found her there was only one thing on his mind, her; Sakura Haruno.

Without wasting anytime he went inside the building, which was the most decorated and clean one he had seen, and found the closest thing that looked like a person in charge.

"Good day sir." the man said politely. "Is there anything I can interest you with?"

The cloaked man kept his cool and smiled like every man that came through these doors. "I think there is." He leaned closer and looked around as if about to tell a dark secret. "I have heard rumors that you have come across some new material if you catch my drift." The man he who spoke to him nodded once. "I have also heard that she is a true sight to behold and very nice when it comes to the, uh, finer things in this establishment."

"Well a beauty yes, but she still has to get used to the life here. But other then that I have had no complaints from my customers after she was put in her place a few weeks ago. She's been behaving quite nicely for business, why?" the man asked with an evil grin. "You should know that it costs much more to spend time with my new girls then the older ones."

"Oh I know." Out of his cloak the man pulled out a pouch practically bursting with gold coins. "No paper money for me, I prefer the gold coins. I assume that even half of this will do?"

The man before him lit up at the sight of the money. "Oh yes good sir! These will do perfectly." He took the pouch and emptied out a few coins, counted, and took a few more before giving it back. "She is right upstairs, last room on the left at the end of the hall." The owner of the building was far too busy counting his new shiny loot to put even the slightest amount of care into his words.

"Thank you," the cloaked man said as he turned to the stairs.

"Oh wait! I know you paid generously, but she did just have a customer, she may be a bit tired from the looks of it. That guy left as happily as could be!"

"I'll keep it in mind," the man said darkly as he stared at the staircase, forgetting his polite and friendly facade. He regretted not stopping that man on the street who exited the building, letting him pass was now something that he should not have let happened. He headed for the stairs and made the climb to find her room.

She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin
She's paid for

Finding her room he stood outside the door and let his mind run over all the things that she had been doing. She had been selling herself to men to survive, like a true shinobi, doing whatever it took to see another day. Although it was no lie that he himself was very upset with that thought. The forests dwelling allies to his desert home were just as important to him as his own people. He inwardly laughed at the owners acceptance of him. A cloaked man in such a place carelessly carrying around such grouse amounts of money? He had accepted it without a second thought at the sight of the shiny coins, just like a true man of greed would. But he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that such a self respecting woman like Sakura would so willingly sell herself. It seems as though a simple beating had broken her, it was not the Sakura he had come to know through his sister, there had to be something else. Then it hit him, realization set a jolt of satisfaction through him as a smirk crossed his lips.

'Clever girl...' he thought smugly as he tapped on the door. It didn't open right away and he quickly lost his patience and forced it open.

The room was full of furniture and blankets thrown about the chairs and tables. The stone floors and walls had steps leading to different low lying levels of the complex room, he would have rather liked the layout if it weren't for what type of place the room actually belonged to. There were soft looking rugs on the floors that covered the cold stone, thick curtains on some of the windows and large drapes on others. The tables that littered the floors were covered with heavy looking material, giving the room a different type of feel, as though the fabrics gave the it the false identity of being a sensual atmosphere. One table in particular was filled with unopened bottles of nail polish and makeup that she had never used, she was not one to indulge in the false looks of beauty. But along with the makeup was empty bottles of hard liquor, the kind that could destroy any man if he had a bottle all to himself in a small span of time, the kind that was used to make you forget your problems and forget the night you had, the kind that was used to chase away your sorrows and make any kind of touch comforting. The thought of her finding the touch of stranger comforting in the slightest bit was nerve racking. It sickened him to no end.

A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are spinning through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

He remember what she had said about herself one night when she had been drinking with his family and himself. She had said that she would never degrade herself and make a fool of herself. She would respect the woman that she was and would never let a man tell her what to do simply because he was a man. He had found pride in her words, respect in the fact that she had said them, and admiration for her independence. But this was a different situation entirely. Looking deeper into the large room he found her at her window, her dress was indeed enticing and clung to her generous features a little too well for the male in him to ignore. Her green eyes faced out the window, rain started to splatter the fabric of her dress, she paid now mind as the storm rolled in faster then he had assumed. She leaned back and he could tell she was holding back her tears. This was too much for any woman he had ever known. Being put through something like this, sold, abused, and used for money; it was something he couldn't imagine being put through when one was so unwilling.

He slid the door shut and once again she didn't seem to notice. He stepped farther into the room, his stealth causing him not make not a sound. He remembered the night that he had been blessed enough to gaze upon her unclothed form, even if only for that evening it was such a sight that his body was thirsty for more, craved the softness of her skin, the sweetness of her flesh, and the innocence that he had taken from her. He wanted it all again. He had come all this way for her, and he wanted what he had paid for. But, being the controlled man that he was he stopped himself, all in good. All in good time.

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe

He cleared his throat and her head whipped around to face him. Seeing his cloaked figure she turned back to window and pulled her knees to her chest.

"Hello." His greeting was simple and his voice was lower then normal, the sight before him of her timid and fearful looks disturbing him more then he cared for.

She paid no mind to his greeting and didn't bother to look at him. "How much did you pay?" she asked quietly, misery clear in her voice.

"Enough."

"Well I'm sorry but I'm quite tired, you might want to ask for a refund and come back tomorrow." Her voice held no sort of apology and he could tell she just wanted him gone.

"I don't think I can do that."

"Look I'm sorry but my last customer really wore me out okay?"

"That's bullshit. You did nothing with him. You just made him think you did." He smirked and took down his hood, exposing his dark red hair and teal blue eyes to the small light of the dimming day.

She could feel her temper start to break as the man frustrated her, she spun her head around to face him and practically yelled in her defense. "Oh yeah? And just how the hell would yo-" She froze. Her eyes meeting with his. She stepped from her window and stood in awe at the sight before her, unable to find her words.

"I know this because I know you." His voice was smooth and caring, his eyes showed relief at the sight of her still having that spark that he liked so much, she still had fight in her, just what he needed to know.

"G-Gaara?" she asked timidly as she stepped forward.

"Sorry I'm late. This place is hell to find."

She forgot herself in the sight of him and ran into his arms. He enclosed them around her in a protective embrace and held her tightly. He could feel her body shake with relief, he was there, for her, he came all this way to a God awful place, for her. The thoughts nearly tore her apart. "I can't believe you came," she said, her voice broken and weak.

"I can. Like hell I was going to leave you here." He moved to a small couch and sat her down, making sure to sit next to her, keeping her in his arms. "Everyone was so worried when you didn't come back Sakura, what happened?" he asked with worry. "People were starting to talk, you know how gossip goes, they started to think that since there had been no word of you for so long that you had not bothered to try and contact us."

"And what? They sedated me and took away my chakra controlling abilities, that's why I'm still here. If I don't eat I die, and the put the stuff in my food, but if I try and escape with my abilities they hunt me down before I leave the village." She became quiet and looked to the floor. "Trust me, it's happened."

Gaara stiffened. The beating the man had mentioned earlier was not from a lack of cooperation that they had beaten her, it was because she had already tried to escape. "I'm sorry I couldn't have come sooner. When we found out where you were I insisted that I be the one to come and get you. People were starting to say that you were willingly staying here. I, among most other, refused to believe that."

"Well thank you. I need to get out of here. I'm running out of chakra to do the mind trick I've been using to get out of sleeping with these men." She started to shake and her lower lip quivered with her tears. "I hate it here."

Gaara pulled her close and placed her head on his chest in reassurance. "Don't worry, it's not like you actually slept with them."

Sakura shook her head. "But they think I did. They know who I am here Gaara, what if word gets out? What if they tell others what they thought I did for them? I could be ruined Gaara." Her voice shook with fear and dread as the possibilities of what could happen to her reputation, her carrier, and the rest of her life filled her head. "I can't be seen like that."

"Don't worry, we're going to make everything right. We'll make sure your name is cleared of everything this place made you look like."

"Good!" She gripped his shirt and looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Then lets go. Right now. Please, I have to leave here!"

Gaara shook his head. "I know you want to go but we can't, the storm is almost here and it would be bad to have you leave through a storm like that in such a condition. We need to get you better cloths anyway," he trailed off as he glanced down at her dress. Clinging to her body and the laces undone and letting the sides of the fabric hang loose.

Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown

Sakura blushed instantly and quickly pulled her dress together. She shot up out of the seat and turn away from him to try and tie the laces of her dress with her shaky hands. "Goodness, I'm sorry, I-uh, haven't gotten around to putting that back together...yeah..."

"Come come now Sakura," he said in a smooth and amused tone. "It's nothing I haven't seen already, or would mind seeing again for that matter." He leaned back on the couch and waited her reply with a smug satisfaction.

Sakura tried a nervous laugh. "Gaara, that was almost a year ago."

"Nevertheless, it happened, wouldn't you agree?"

She rolled her eyes at his clam antics. "To disagree would make me a liar."

"Then don't disagree," he offered simply as he sat up to take her into his lap. She yelped at his actions and struggled against his hold.

"Gaara just because it happened doesn't mean it should have!" she said as she struggled against him.

"So you regret it?" he asked with mock hurt in his eyes as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

Sakura took in a deep breath and thought for a moment. "Well, we were drunk at the time."

"And? I remember everything perfectly and by the looks of it," he said playfully as he pointed out her growing blush. "So do you."

Sakrua shifted uncomfortably in his lap. This was just what he had done the last time, he had conned his way into getting her to sleep with him. She wanted no such thing again, she didn't want to be used. "Gaara please..."

"Oh yes," he said darkly as he held her tighter. "Beg me."

"Gaara no!"

As if on cue he froze, her stern voice telling him that getting what he wanted was going to be more then just a simple challenge. He sighed. "What?" he asked with slight annoyance in his voice.

"We can't, not..." she stopped, catching her words before they could flow past her lips.

Gaara, catching her hesitation saw it as an opportunity. "Not... what?" he asked, his voice holding the demand to finish her statement. When she did not speak and bit her lip to keep from saying the words he demanded he placed a small kiss on the back of her neck, her soft hair being brushed away and twirled in a way he knew she liked with his free hand. "Not what?" he murmured once again.

She gasped at the feel of his lips against her skin. She shuddered when he brushed away her hair and his breath ghosted across her exposed neck. "Not here," she said quietly as her body forced her to answer as it reacted to him.

"Why not? Everything is right here." He pulled her closer and continued to kiss the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades, causing her to arch forward at the slight tickle his breath caused. "No one would have to know that you actually served just one of your customers. It could be our little secret."

"As tempting as it is Gaara, I'll have to pass." She mumbled her words and tried to keep his ever wondering hands from diving into the front of her dress.

"Why is that hm?"

"This isn't the right...uh...atmosphere."

"Well then, when the storm lets up we'll go straight to the hospital to get you fixed up, and then back to my place. How's that sound?" he asked causally with a smirk.

"Gaara," she sighed in annoyance. "No."

Gaara, being himself and not liking to not get his way when it came to her moved very swiftly as he held her close. Ending up on the floor with her pinned beneath him he leaned down and crashed his lips to hers. Shocked by his actions she tried to push him off but the sweet sensation of his skin against hers sent shivers across her body that rendered her weak. He twined his fingers through her hair and pulled at the sensitive hairs, causing goosebumps to rise on her flesh. She arched up into him with her arms pushing on his chest.

When he released her for air she sucked in a desperate breath and breathed heavily as the blush ran ramped across her features. "I came all this way for you Sakura," he said in his low and dangerous voice. "I have paid for you, and I intent to have what I have paid for."

Sakura starred at his eyes with a sort of twisted fear. It excited her, although she knew it shouldn't.

Gaara smirked, seeing the spark in her eyes. "Your just lucky the rain stopped." Sure enough the patter of the rain had stopped, the large storm turning course on a dime and running just by the town, making it possible for them to escape while the others of the town were still inside sheltered from the storm they thought was going to come. He pulled her to her feet and yanked on his cloak, pulling her into him and fleeing the room through the window. Landing expertly they ran through the village as quietly as the wet ground and puddles would let them. Sakura tried desperately to ignore the fire raging in her heart and the heat that crept its way across her body from his touch. She tried to tell herself that it was wrong, that it would never work, and that it should never, ever, happen again. It was true after all, the Kazekage of such a powerful nation deserved better then just a medic. He deserved someone who wasn't as shy when it came to the more intimate acts with her body, he deserved someone who could always be there for him and not have to constantly be on call for work; he didn't deserve her. And she was sure that he felt the same, at least, that's what she wanted him to feel.

To forget her and leave her behind so that she could move on was what she wanted. But if he kept up his little game of cat and mouse, with her being the helpless mouse and him being the ferocious feline, she was sure that she would one day lose, and give in, and fall in love with a man she was afraid, no, terrified to lose.

Heading for the village gates they made their way out of the village under the cover of the shadows, never being seen, never being heard, never being caught. Gaara took Sakura away, helped her escape, and neither one of them even bothered to entertain the thought of looking back.

He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say,
She would tell him
But she'd have nothing left to sell him

Sakura sat on her bed in the hospital in Suna. The bright white lighting of the room was border lining on giving her a headache. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. The room was quiet save for the humming of the medical machines she was hooked up to. She had been alone now for almost two hours. When they arrived in Suna they welcomed Gaara back like he was a hero, people fawned over the news of him retrieving a missing person all by himself with no problems to be seen in the shadiest village known the them in their area. He was a master worrier and a powerful shinobi, he was the Kazekage, and she was just the medic that he had to go and get. She had even caught some people glaring at her when they noticed the protective way that he held her, the way he seemed reluctant to give her up to the doctors when they entered the hospital, and the way he paced in the lobby when she was being examined – even though his sister had begged him to calm down. He had been worried, was the conclusion that she had come to, he had worried about her when she went missing. The thought in itself made her heart fill with warmth, she didn't get the warmest welcome, seeing as where she came from wasn't the greatest place to be rumored to be, but his care and worry – along with his siblings – was enough for her to be comfortable.

Falling back on the mattress she brought her knees up to her chest and turned over. Frustration came over her quickly as she tried a different position, and then another, and then another. Nothing seemed to work. There was a throbbing in her core, a sickly chill and ache that she couldn't shake off or ignore. She cursed the doctors here. She had plainly said that she had done nothing with anyone in the brothel, she didn't partake in anything that a "lady of the night" would have done while she was captured, and that she remembered everything impeccably, but no! They didn't believe her. They made her lay down on the stiff hospital mattress, spread her legs, and let them shove cold, hard, metal instruments up her womanhood just to see if she was lying. They claimed to be doing it to make sure that there were no tares, cuts, or damage done to her. But now she lay on the bed, her most private area throbbing at being so rudely stretched, aching with the memory of the cold metal against her soft warmth, and feeling more violated now then she ever had at the brothel where she was prisoner. She buried her face in the pillow and whimpered in frustration as she tried with her own hand to make the annoying sensation leave her.

"You okay?"

Sakura looked toward the door. Gaara stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, his voice had been quiet and she could see on his features that his emotions perfectly fit his voice. His eyes were soft and calm, but there was still the worry behind them that he cared little to hide.

"Yeah," she managed to whisper, her voice cracking after her being silent for so long.

Gaara cracked a half hearted smirk and shook his head. "I don't think so. You have your hand in your crotch."

Paying no mind to his blunt statement she laid still on the mattress and asked grimly. "Can I go home now?"

Gaara laughed quietly and crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame with a small smile on his face he answered. "You know you are welcome at my house any time you want."

Once again Sakura sighed at his choice of words. "You know what I mean Gaara." Her voice was quiet and tired as she looked away from him.

Gaara looked to the floor and kicked at some imaginary dirt in thought. He spoke quietly, almost hurt. "You don't want to spend the night with me?" he asked keeping his eyes low. "I won't let you leave my country in this state, you need rest you know"

Sakura couldn't help but laugh. "And? You think that if I spend the night with you I'll get much rest? With you there?"

Gaara looked up at her and cracked a smile. "Of course, but the resting will come after words."

"Gaara, you're ridiculous," she stated flatly as she rolled her eyes.

"Naturally."

"I mean it Gaara," she said sternly.

"As do I," he countered without skipping a beat. "I am fully intending to take you back to my home."

"And I am fully intending on going to my own home, in Konoha, in my own bed." Gaara smirk and gave her a challenging look. She rolled her eyes and gave him a scolding glare. "Alone, you know I mean alone!"

Gaara shook his head. "What you say and what you mean are two different things Sakura." He stepped forward into the brightly lite room. "Come on. Give me a change, one more time. No alcohol this time,just the two of us, nothing else, promise."

Sakura thought for a moment and looked up at him, his eyes locking with hers. She sighed and looked away from him, her heart weary heavy in her chest, it's thumping of her choice ringing in her ears. She had to do this, it was for the best, other might not think it was – they would have killed to be in her position and have it be them that he spoke these word to - but to her, it meant everything.

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe

This was beautiful. Absolute beauty. Each movement was filled with a soft and silken sensation as wave after wave of undoubted emotions washed over the two of them. Their lips met in passionate and sensual kisses and he held her in his arms the way that only a man who was truly intent of giving her the pleasure and desire that she deserved could. He did not use her, he did not harm her, he did nothing that he knew she wouldn't want, and he did not abandon her. He was there for her - in this - one of her most desperate times. After being taken away from a place such as that she need to be reminded that there was still good left in the men of the world. She needed to know that they weren't all like that. That they didn't all intend to pay for their night with her and leave her with nothing but shame. She was a person, who had feeling, emotions, a heart, and desires that not just anyone could give. But he could.

He gave her what she craved, what she wanted, what she need. He gave it to her time and time again as he chased away the horrid memories of being captured, beaten, bought, and sold to pigs for the change in their pockets. She was Sakura Haruno, one of the most revered and cherished parts of the medical field in the surrounding lands. She had a mind unlike any other, and that mind, at the moment, was focused only on him. As he held her with the care and love that he felt for her he couldn't help but be captivated by the thought that all it took from him was some quiet persuasion and she broke, she succumbed to him, she gave her everything to him. But with the beatings and sedation of the that retched place, she still found a way out of what they forced her to do. She still did not give in and do their bidding, even if it meant living for another week. But with him he knew she was more then willing. He knew that she had only been telling him no because of the complications of their villages and the space between them. She was afraid that if she let herself be with him that the complications would only allow them to fall apart, but he was determined to convince her other wise.

She held him as close as she could as they moved together, waves of pleasure and emotions filled her heart to the point of making it feel like it was going to burst. Feeling the need to great to deny she took her advantage while he was distracted by the heavenly sensation of their coupling to grip his hair and pull him to her and mesh their lips together. He gripped her hands as they cupped his face and drew his brow together as the sensation between them grew with every contact and every movement. She pulled away as a moan escaped her lips when he used an extra hand to message a sensitive spot on her lower back. He moved his lips to her neck as he breathed hard, trying to find focus in his continually clouding mind.

"I love you..."

He heard her whisper like it was water in a drought, like it was a cool breeze on a dangerously hot day, like it was the one thing he had always wanted, needed, and begged to hear from her. He looked into her eyes and smiled. "Then stay with me. Don't leave." His voice was quiet, hopeful and needing.

She nodded and pulled him into her again, holding him with her entire being and losing herself in the wondrous way that he, only he, could make her feel. "I'll never leave you, not again."

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe

Gaara laid with his arm around her shoulders as she slept in peace. He stared at the ceiling with a smirk on his face. Smug satisfaction and content were clear across his features. Looking down at her form as she slept he thought over the events of the day. It was a long day filled with adventure that he had been longing for in his boring day to day routine of meetings and paper work that his position had lately been consisting of. He had almost wanted to kick himself really. After all he had ever said about her, all he had ever done with her, and all that he had ever felt for her; he was no better then the scum that roamed the streets of her village dungeons, he had paid for her. He had bought her. He gave someone who was intent on selling her body and mind to men they did not even know just to see her.

But with him he had a redeeming quality. His saving grace was that he took her away and saved her from that life. He gave her not only what he wanted, but what she wanted as well. He knew that she didn't have faith in her ability to please him, but little did she know that having the woman he loved love him back was enough for him. When he looked at other women all he saw was her, and that's all he wanted to see. She was more then worthy to be with him, it was he who felt like he had been cheating her out of some other guy who had the potential to be better then him. This man would have never tried to kill her or those close to her, his man would have no horrid and bloody past, and this man could give her love and cherish her. But the fact that this potential man was not him made his blood boil.

He loved her, she loved him, and that was the way it was going to stay. He could give her anything she wanted, anything she desired could be hers in a heartbeat. And that was it; his redeeming quality in what he had done. He could have very easily just broken into the brothel without being noticed and gotten her out without a second thought. But no. He purposely went to the keeper and paid for her, he bought her for extra reassurance that she would stay with him. Telling her so was out of the question, it was mainly for him that he did this act, but he had done it because he did love and cherish her.

He looked down at her sleeping form and smiled. Placing a kiss on her forehead when she stirred from a dream, he drew her close and got comfortable for the blissful rest ahead of him. She was here with him of her own free will and she knew that what they did had been her choice. Looking ahead to the future he saw her, in every aspect of his life he saw her, and he couldn't, nor would he have wonted, to picture it any other way.

There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

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I don't think this is that good. It's not that graphic at the end but I wasn't in the mood to go through all the gory details, it takes waaaay too long and I needed to get this done. But at least I fucking updated SOMETHING! I mean what the hell is wrong with me! You guys deserve better then this. You all really do. For those of you who are still sticking with me, and I don't blame you if you aren't, I really love you and appreciate you!

I'm going to try and Update Seeing Double sometime soon, Like I really am going to try. I just feel so bad for neglecting this for soooo long. I really don't try to, I just kinda forget sometimes... Not to mention I hate being a girl and actually neglect things because of...as much as it shames me to admit because I always thought I would never the type to, a stupid guy. Why must men always distract us from what we are passionate about? DAMN YOU GOD FOR GIVING US ATRACTIVE PEOPLE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX!

Sorry for not updating Festival days either, I know that's a lot of peoples favorite of mine, but I only have like have of a chapter thought out, and I need a larger plot now that they took care of Sasuke...for NOW! MUAHAHAHAHA! No, but seriously, I need a better plot now. The festivals are almost over! Where did the time go! D':

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