Hello, everyone! This is just a short poetic-type story I have come up with last night. It is a hurt/comfort story between Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruo, Ino Yamanaka, and Shikamaru Nara. The protagonists are Ino and Shika, Antagonists are Sasuke and Sakura. I MAY continue this but I dont know yet. Hope you like.

Warning: This starts out InoSasu, but it will turn ShikaIno soon. It may have some Saku&Sasu bashing. Any Questions, review!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto!

Here we go; shit, you did it again.

Caught you red handed, and don't you dare try and lie.

I'm not blind—I saw what I saw with my very own eyes.

You where with her again, that pink haired girl with the green eyes; the one who was supposed to be my friend; you were with her in bed.

In my bed.

Again.

Why must you do this to me, hurt me when

All I've ever done was love you.

Whenever you needed me, I was there.

But whenever I needed you the most,

You were with her.

"It's not what it looks like," you gasp as I entered the room—my room. She pulls my comforter over her grossly nude body, I cringe at the thought. My blue eyes now on you, lost in the brown pools of your constant bullshit.

You begin to slink out of bed. "Ino," you plead. "Ino, listen to me…"

I glare at the other girl—the girl in my bed. The girl who was snuggled in my comforter, her sickening pink hair a mess. Her make up all smeary and her eyes as large as dinner plates. She opened her mouth to say something, but I tell her I don't wanna hear it. I told her to leave if she wanted to see another day.

Without a word she is gone, and so was my patience with you.

"You promised you wouldn't pull this shit anymore!" I explode with so much rage it even shocked me. My whole body began to shake, feeling the numbness course through my body. "You promised me that was the last time..."

I begin to cry; I promised myself I wouldn't, but the tears just poured out.

I believed you, every single time you said you've changed, every time you've said you were sorry, every time you said you loved me, I believed you.

I was too blinded by love to really see, and it hurts to know the truth. "You never loved me…" I wail. "It was always her. It will always be her!"

You walk towards me now, your arms spread wide, reaching out to me to embrace me.

"I'm sorry babe," you whisper in my ear, your voice silky and smooth. "This time was an accident. She seduced me and—"

"It's never your fault, is it Sasuke?" I spat, pushing you away from me. "It's always someone else!"

I hit your chest, but you still won't turn away. I tell you not to touch me, I tell you I want you to go, but instead you wrap me in your arms and whisper your apologies in my ear. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…"

"You're just sorry you got caught," I thrashed around, clawing, pulling, sobbing, and trying to escape your grip. "Get out, I hate you, I mean it this time, I'm through!"

I feel your cold lips press against my own, hushing me for only a moment. I'm absolutely disgusted—it was all I could do to keep me from vomiting inside your mouth. All I could taste was every kunoichi you have had that night, from when I was away. I could taste them, smell them; I could almost hear them exhale your name as you became one with them—something you have yet to experience with me.

Yet you can do that with her, right?

She was all I could taste now. I could hear her. I could smell her. It was nauseating.

I pull away from you, panting harshly, and more anger building inside of me. I scream that kissing won't save you this time. I scream that my feelings won't save you this time. I scream nothing will save you this time.

"Make your choice already," I say bitterly, turning away from you. "You can't have both, I won't allow it."

You hug me again; I can almost feel you mocking me as you smirk widely. You tell me you can do whatever the hell you wanted. You tell me if you wanted more lovers you could have them. You say I can't tie you down, and that I should just get over it. You say I need you and can never be anything without you.

And for a while, I believed that. I believed that I needed you; I believed that I couldn't be anything without you. Without you, I had no reason to be of existence.

But then I started to see. I started to see when you pulled this shit the first time, but I kept forgiving you. She was my best friend, and I loved you.

You took advantage of that; I fed you what you wanted.

Somehow, this is still all my fault.

I tell you let me go, I tell you I'm done for real this time, I tell you I don't need you, and that I could prove it, too. "Go back to your precious cherry blossom," I found myself tearing up once more. "You want her more than me."

You go silent before smirking at me; your dark eyes seemed darker than they ever have been before.

"You'll be begging me to come back," you tell me. "I promise you that."

You take your leave, and you didn't look back. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath.

I wanted to believe that it was all over now,

But I knew it was just the beginning.