Title: Write Me Love
Rating: T, M for later chapters
Summary: : Naruto's a determined writer whose interest in boy love fiction is just a lapse of insanity. Sasuke's the popular guy who's renowned for writing the very novel Naruto hates. Add in Naruto's fiendish devotion to Sakura plus one competitive, writing academy and KAPOW – we have AU sasunaru.

Thank you to betas WitheredWings and Sreia who have made this story much cleaner and easier to read. :)

A Glimpse of Before

Mary went into Stephen's study and sat in the spacious room. Everything he said made sense to her. She was a clumsy fool and there was nothing special about her. The fact that Stephen would even acknowledge her presence was astonishing in itself.. But to have the beautiful man love her? It was a dream. A dream as wonderful as the man in front of her. Mary felt a surge of love-

Tan fingers abruptly stopped at the bottom of the page. Eyebrows furrowed in complete bewilderment. Needless to say, Uzumaki Naruto was not happy.

"WHAT?"

Cool eyes observed Mary, but she ignored the past. Instead, she ran up to the man who would always hold her love. Always. The minute they met, Mary felt restored. Her maze of passion had finally been completed, as well as the pain and sorrow. There was only one vision in front of her. She would spend the rest of her life with Stephen, the impossibly handsome gentleman. Their bodies melted into the night, becoming-

"ARGH! WHAT UTTER CRAP!"

The blonde hair and blue eyes became a blur when he finally did what his fingers itched to do. With a grin, Naruto snatched the book with his teeth and promptly began to rip it apart. He never should have bought the book in the first place! It didn't matter if the love of his life, Sakura, had looked at him with those big-doe eyes and begged him to read it. There was only so much Naruto would do for true love.

Naruto practically sagged in relief as all the pages of the demonic book scattered to the floor. There. Just two hard covers and a tag price. The way it should be for... Naruto shuddered. For a worthless book and its author. And to think that Sakura, his Sakura, was so overly fond of the thing.

He sighed then began to root around for the trash can. Three hours and twenty dollars.. That's how much the blonde had wasted. And for what? A book that stood for everything he despised. What kind of heroine fell in love with a guy who had emotionally and physically abused her? What kind of twisted, overly sentimental story was that? What kind of love was that?

Naruto didn't even have to think before knowing the answer. A self-destructing love, that's what it was.

A ring interrupted Naruto's thoughts. He quickly grabbed the shoddy device and almost bounced of joy when he saw the caller-ID.

"SAKURA-CHAN!"

He could almost hear the wince on the other side of the line. The following whine confirmed it.

"Naruto, why do you always have to be so loud? No wonder people don't want to talk to you over the phone."

Naruto quickly shoved away the hurt that was lurking in the back of his mind. This was his marriage on the line here! He didn't have time to hold grudges over stupid things. And besides, he and Sakura were childhood friends. They were close enough to insult each other over little things.

"So.. How was it? Wasn't it fantastic? You have no idea how popular the book's gotten. It's practically an international best seller!"

Naruto sheepishly looked down at the torn bits and pieces of paper on the ground. To lie or not to lie? There was no way he'd tell Sakura how much the book had affected him... In a completely negative way.

"It was great!" Naruto silently hit himself over the head for his over-exuberant tone. "Once I started, I just couldn't.. Put the book.. Uhh.. Down."

Thankfully, Sakura continued babbling over the phone. "And to think that that the author will go to the same academy as us! Oh, Naruto.. Tomorrow will be the end of summer and the beginning of a great new romance."

Jealousy liked to mess with Naruto's head. What had been wrong with last summer? During the long, hot days, it had just been him and Sakura playing on the beach, him and Sakura trading writing tips, him and Sakura hitting the library.. Okay, so maybe the latter two weren't exactly romantic, but it had been so comforting! Naruto just knew that, soon, Sakura would come to her senses and notice that Naruto was the one for her.

"-and have you seen what he looks like, Naruto? He's got these mysterious dark eyes and a really gorgeous body. Plus, he's already well-known in the writing community even though he's only a freshman in high school, just like us. I really, really think he's the one for me, Naruto!"

Naruto's heart sank. Hadn't Sakura noticed any of the lighthearted poems he had written for the last, oh say fifteen years? Hadn't she noticed the way he strived to make his words sound perfect or the fact that he had worked his tail off to get to the same prestigious writing academy that she was attending? She was one of the main reasons he wrote and wrote and wrote.

Naruto was going to become the most famous writer in the world. And he was going to do it all for a certain girl named Sakura Haruno.

"Naruto? Naruttooo? 'elloo? Anyone there?"

Naruto tried to get rid of the bittersweet smile on his face but failed. He had tried to catch Sakura's attention for ages and then this terrible writer did it by writing one, cliché romance novel?

"Uh.. Sakura? I'm really tired. I think I'll try to catch up on some sleep. Since tomorrow's the first big day of school and all. You should too!"

"You're right! I have to catch up on my beauty sleep for my prince charming, also known as the most talented author in the world. Good night, Naruto!"

Naruto grit his teeth in anger as Sakura's voice echoed over the line one moment then was cut off in the next when the line went dead. She didn't even know the guy and she was already calling him her charming prince. How could she not see the book's stupid and overused plot? That the whole thing was just one bad line after another?

Was she really that blind?

Naruto glared at the book, which seemed to be smirking at him. Even without the pages inside, the hard cover was mocking Naruto. And the name on the bottom stood out like blaring warning sign.

Stupid. The whole thing was just stupid. Why couldn't the guy pick another school to go to? Why did he have to go and become another rival that Naruto had to beat?

Determination and anger made for an explosive combination, especially when contained inside Uzumaki Naruto. With jittery hands, the hot-headed boy rushed to his trash can and almost killed himself in his attempt to rid the book off his hands. Seeing the broken book lying on the bottom of his trash made Naruto feel marginally better.

Whistling, he brushed his hands free off the grime and turned away. But not before taking another look at the book and the name at the bottom of the front cover.

Uchiha Sasuke

AN: Ehhh, well, I think this can go one of two ways – It sucks and I never live the shame down or it still sucks and I scrape through the humiliation. Eh. Well. I'm writing this primarily to get my mind off other stories and because it's a great excuse for making another Naruto persona. Love that kid, yes I do.

And for people who might actually want me to continue (o.o) this is the prologue because the next chapter will skip three years ahead into senior year in ze presitigious writing academy for konoha's elites. (-hopes she isn't talking to a brick wall-)

By God, please review. Or read. Whichever one works.