DISCLAIMER: Don’t own Naruto. Don’t own the song.

Song: Time to Dance

By: Panic! At the Disco

Nothing but attention

-butIdoLOVEyoU-

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. . .!!!!Chapter 1!!!!. . .

January 30, 2009: Edited. The concept hasn't changed, but I have edited somethings out.

The wedding day had finally arrived and it had to be the best day of the bride’s life. She had the best groom and the most exclusive wedding dress, designed by her future husband’s company. What more could she ask for? She was thrilled. Never in her life had she been pampered the way she was being treated now. In only a few minutes she would walk down the aisle, dress flowing behind her, ready to marry the man of her dreams. In a couple of hours she would be celebrating her wedding night.

The thought made her flush.

She’d been with other men before, but none like her soon to be husband. She was internally dying from impatience.

It was just too bad her best-friend wasn’t going to share this moment.

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor

Just for the attention.

Cause that's just ridiculously on

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All coherent thought evaporated as his tongue swept over her sensitive bud. Sakura could not help and growl, slightly frustrated with the man between her legs. He was teasing her jewel, his now, she blushed. He continuously repeated his action, bringing her close to the edge only to take the pleasure away.

This time though, he let her have it. He felt her inner muscles spasm as she climaxed, her body convulsing with the pleasure that consumed her.

He watched her head sink further back before he decided to work his way down along her leg. He licked her inner thigh that quivered with sensitivity. Once he reached mid-thigh, he placed a kiss there and repeated his action on the other leg.

“Sasuke, please. . .” Her voice sounded raspy and thin to his ears.

“Please what, Sakura?” He taunted.

Sakura lifted her head from the pillows to glare at him, “Hurry up and do it.”

"A little hasty, aren't we?" She rolled her eyes and contorted her face at the trace of amusement she heard in Sasuke’s voice. "Sadistic bastard,” she mumbled feeling peeved at the smirk adorning his lips.

Sasuke crawled up the length of her body. "Call me Sasuke,” he said huskily. “You'll be screaming it shortly."

The blood in Sakura’s body boiled hot. Hearing him talk like that dissipated the annoyance she felt before. She trembled, feeling the blush spread farther down her cheek. The gleam in his eyes excited her, yet she knew he wasn’t done teasing. One of his hands caressed down her side while the other cupped her breast.

“Sasuke,” her voice hitched in her throat when he pinched her nipple.

“Hn,” he asked, absorbed in the reaction her body produced for him. He could hear the begging in that urging tone of hers. He did not heed her impatient tone. He wanted to caress every inch of skin; he wanted to imprint himself all over her.

Sakura inhaled sharply when she felt Sasuke’s cool breath fan over her heated skin. His tongue warped out of his mouth to gently lick a trail down her neck. “Please Sasuke.” She breathed out and felt him smirk against her throat.

She was begging for him, but it still wasn’t enough. Sasuke withdrew to look down at Sakura. She looked beautiful, splayed out atop his dark blue silk sheets. The blush on her cheeks looked like it permanently wanted to reside there. Her breath came out in pants and the muscle cords in her neck strained from how hard she tried to keep a leash on her desire. Her vivid green eyes were glazed, yearning to have him in her.

Sasuke carefully gathered her in his arms. He lightly littered her shoulder with kisses.

Sakura wouldn’t deny it; it felt divine to have Sasuke lavish her body in his caresses. But this wasn’t the moment to placidly worship her with his teasing game. She wanted him, baldy.

"Damn it Sasuke—,”

Sasuke slid his tongue over her bottom lip. “I get it,” he mumbled against her lips. Sakura looped her arms his neck. She stared up at him—body prickling in awareness—waiting for his next action.

Sasuke nudged her legs apart. The force which he drove himself into her left her speechless. Sasuke steadied himself on his knees and watched Sakura try and do the same with her breathing. He leaned down on her and shifted his hips, penetrating deep inside of her. His heart swelled at hearing her moan.

Well, she sure is going to get it

To please his sadistic side he set a slow pace. At first, Sakura didn’t mind. The heat of him stifled the yearning of her womanhood. But she felt wild and she needed him fast, moving in her. Her nails dug into his biceps. She urged him by racking her nails down his arm and wiggling against him. She shut her eyes tight, concentrating on the slight speed he picked up.

Sasuke looked at her blissful face before demanding that she look at him. She didn’t and he stilled. "Look at me," He demanded at her, peering into her shocked eyes.

Feeling her heart jump and her stomach drop Sakura tried as best as she could to keep her eyes open when he thrust into her again.

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Here's the setting

Fashion magazines line the walls now

The walls line the bullet holes

There was not a thing Sakura could ask for that she could not acquire. She was only twenty one and at the top of the world. Her beautiful face graced the cover pages to Uchiha Fashion magazines. When she was younger, if she were told that after High School she was to become Japan’s number one fashion model, she wouldn’t have believed it.

She was living that life.

She was rich, and the most acclaimed fashion icon. Everyone knew that she wasn’t just a perfect body with an angel’s face, she had brains. Sakura Haruno even had a perfect love life with Sasuke Uchiha.

Sasuke was perfect in her eyes. Every woman's desire—be it married or single, they all wanted him.

Sakura had met him a year before graduating. She had been doing a school report for the newspaper and she had gotten an interview with the owner of the wealthiest fashion corporation. As soon as she set foot in his office she was speechless. She had seen him before on magazines and the like, but in person he was a god. He had thought the same about her because he offered her a position and afterwards preceded a relationship with her.

He drove her crazy. From his obsidian eyes, his midnight hair, his chiseled body, those sexy lips and his sexy voice. She loved his attitude. He was always confident, more of conceited, but she loved it. She wouldn't have him any other way.

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Have some composure

And where is your posture?

Oh, no, no!

You're pulling the trigger

Pulling the trigger

All wrong

Sasuke was doing his best not to fuck Sakura like a mindless beast, after all they were in his office, and it was not pass working hours. Most of the staff was out to lunch.

He was feeding his sadistic side again and he wanted Sakura to plead and wither against him as much as she could. She had walked into his office to show him the recent photo shoot pictures and because he needed distraction from his foul mood, he took her without warning or preparations.

Her short skirt was hiked all the way up. Her panties lay on the floor. He had her at the edge of his desk. Her back pressed against the table while he held her bottom firmly against him. Her breathing was erratic and her hair had come undone from her ponytail. The buttons to her shirt were open, exposing her creamy skin and perked peaks. Her back would arch with every slow and deep thrust he made. Each time she would bite her bottom lips, containing her moans and frustrations from escaping.

Sakura knew he was playing with her. Sasuke wanted her to beg the way he loved to hear her urge him. She was not playing that game with him, however. He held her in a way that allowed hardly any movement.

Noticing a smirk on his face, Sakura smiled and grasped the end of the table by her head. Jerking she sat up, dislodging Sasuke from within her. As much as she hated the sudden loss of sensation, she loved the look on his face. He wasn't satisfied and she was going to pay for that. To make sure that she would, she hiked down her skirt, tied her hair, jumped off his desk and began to button her blouse while speaking to him, "I'm not looking for games. I'm looking for a real fuck...not some cheap version."

Sasuke was shocked, but he reacted instantly. He pulled her to him, crushing her chest to his while looking at her hard. "You know I don't do cheap versions...and just for that, you get an exclusive example."

Sakura mentally smirked. Her plan had worked perfectly.

Sasuke pushed her roughly against the wall. He quickly hiked up her skirt and pulled her hair out of the tie. Running his fingers through her silky hair he smirked, "This is what you wanted right?" Sakura only nodded her heart ready to burst out of her chest. Sasuke then crushed his lips to hers, forgetting his pent up worries.

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Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention

Any girl would do anything to be in Sakura's place. Sasuke was to die for and there was no limit to any fan at getting what she wanted...Uchiha Sasuke.

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Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!

Sakura looked at the image before her. She couldn't help but contain her anger anymore at what she saw. Taking the brush in her hand she flung it across from her, hitting the mirror and breaking it into million of pieces upon impact.

She then paced around the room, thinking of the best course of action. "The bastard!" After a minute or two of pacing around the room, she made up her mind. On her way to the closet she tripped on the brush and fell onto the ground, pieces of glass piercing her palm. Looking at her hands she noticed the small trickles of blood that seeped out of minor cuts. Upon further inspection she reached a conclusion. "Better yet," she said out loud as she went into the bathroom to shower and get ready to leave.

Once changed, she wasted no time in getting to Sasuke, but on her way out of the room she thought of something more extravagant. Before exiting her apartment, she made a stop by Sasuke's working room.

When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"

"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"

"I guess this will be my little gift to him."

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Sakura rushed to the destination. On her ride to the church she had thought out her intention and there was no going back on her course of plans. She rushed up the steps just in time. The bride had finished making it to the alter and the guests had taking their sets. She took in a deep breath before moving forward.

She didn't choose this role

"I never thought to see the day that Uchiha Sasuke and my best friend Yamanaka Ino would marry.” Sakura paused emphasis. “No invitation, to your best-est friend in the whole wide world?" Rage rolled out of Sakura. The atmosphere became tense at her words. The maniacal grin plastered over here face made it much more intimidating with the gun she clutched at her hands.

Sasuke looked at Sakura intently, fearing what she'd do next. He didn't expect her to be there, he didn't want her there. Sakura looked at him straight in the eyes, “Am I holding up the wedding, please proceed. I wouldn't want to ruin my fiancé’s and best friend's wedding..."

But she'll play it and make it sincere

So you cry, you cry

"But before you do, I thought I'd give you an early wedding gift." The venom that laced her last words sent chills down Sasuke's spine. However, the next action seemed to play out in slow motion, crushing his heart in the process.

Sakura brought the gun up and with one final look of hatred towards both, Sasuke and Ino, "No need to thank me for destroying my life." She then took the gun to her chest and before Sasuke could reach her a big BANG was heard.

Blood came oozing out of the wound near her left breast, staining the white tank top she had chosen to wear. The gun fell out of her hands and onto the floor near her feet. Her expression hadn't changed even when she felt like her soul was instantly pulled out of her with the gun shot.

Before she knew it, she was falling to the floor, her feet not able to hold her limp body up any more. Instead of feeling the cold church floor she felt a warm body behind her, helping her down onto the floor. Closing her eyes, she opened them again upon hearing a 'why' come out of Sasuke's mouth.

"You betrayed me...and I-I...I loved you."

But they believe it from the tears

And the teeth right down to the blood

At her feet

Boys will be boys

Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aborigine dreams

The guests present couldn't believe it. Haruno Sakura killed herself. They expected her to shoot either Sasuke or Ino, but not shoot herself. That was beyond reasoning. Several of the guests looked at the horror etched on the bride's face and the look of pain and self hatred on Sasuke's. The atmosphere was tense. There were murmurs in the background coming from the guest. They were trying to do their best to decipher the reason for such actions.

Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op...

Come on

Come on

This is screaming

This is screaming

This is screaming "Photo op."

Sasuke couldn't believe his eyes. She shot herself...she killed herself. He felt the warm sensation of her body escape her and become cold. This is my entire fault. My entire fault but, he gave a repulsive look at Ino. This is mostly her fault.

Sasuke didn't know what else to do. It was already too late. Her blood had soaked her shirt and his tuxedo; she had lost too much blood while everyone stood around shocked at what happened. Tears fell down his face; he lost the love of his life because of this, this thing with Ino. The only thing he could do now is hold her limp body close to his, and let the tears of loss wash over him.

Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention

Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!

When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"

"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"

"And anyone would have given anything to be in her shoes," said a lady who was present, "the press will be here shortly."