• I watched him from afar and constantly avoided him as he mingled and conversed with other...girls.
    The sluts.
    They did not know him as I did, his lit up ego and contant flirting.
    It was just an act of pure envy of his brother, the true flirter.
    His brother was attractive, yet I was not attracted to him in the way, I was drawn to the other Uchiha heir.

    Yet, I still watched him, with ease and eventually scowered up the courage to speak a few words to him.
    He was suprised at my actions and I saw his lips curl up into a smile when he discovered I had learned to control my frequent fainting and annoying stuttering.
    He was pleased even more when he had learned I had grown off of that blonde git.

    We met at the same place, the ramen stand...where I used to watch the blonde male with fearful eyes.
    We conversed and eventually he stopped flirting and teasing the other gir--sluts.
    Thus, I was therefore pleased.
    On the inside, of course. I never did show him my feelings towards him...
    As we met at the same place, and still conversed every day.
    Then, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months and so forth.
    Yet, before either of us had become aware of it, we had been meeting there for over two years.

    Though, secretly I longed for his lips.
    It was pure imagination when I assumed that he longed for me, as well.
    We were older, wiser and more mature.
    Yet, we could still joke around as though we were young children once more.

    One day, he told me to meet him at a diffrent place at a diffrent time.
    I was utterly befundled , but I followed along with him.
    We were to meet at a...garden. A beatiful one at that.
    That was there I had my fantasies explored, my mouth, my breasts...
    and my virginity disposed of like a bottle a unused clogne.

    That's when I wanted him.
    All of him.
    I knew I couldn't have him.
    He wanted me as well.
    We made love every month or so.
    But, months turned to every week.
    And then, every week turned to every day.
    Soon, we were having out passionate love sessions every day, it became more of an obsession than a hobby.
    A much needed obsession.

    I had a wonderful smile on my face every day,
    I was kinder, lovelier, and felt much more sexier.
    His love became more increasingly hot and less muffled as before.
    But soon after, I arrived at his house for our "usual"...
    He was not there.

    I soon became worried and overall panicked.
    He had disabled his cell phone.
    His home phone.
    His house had become a barren wasteland of what we had been.
    I had soon discovered, that he had been recruited to a mission that required him to leave everything, everyone behind.
    Even me.

    I never forgot about him after that moment.
    Even after, I had recieved word that he had been badly injured and was in the infirmary.
    I went forth, to see him.
    In his final hours...
    When he looked at me, I felt the stinging hot tears of his love running down my face.
    He could barely talk, let alone move.
    But, he tried his best to tell me he loved me, no matter what.
    And those were his final words.

    -Lissa-chan