A/N: Hello everyone! It's officially been about 8-10 years since I've written fanfics on here. After I fell out of my love for Naruto (thanks to an awful, toxic relationship back in high school...) I also fell out of writing. I've somewhat been keeping it up through roleplaying on various platforms, but nothing was the same like this. BUT recently I've actually gotten back into Naruto and rekindled my love for my first real ship, SasuSaku! Lately things have been kind weird in my life, so I've resorted back to writing fanfictions in hopes to salvage my sanity. And of course, I just had to come back to specifically! 10 years ago, there wasn't all these platforms like AO3 or Tumblr where information and stories could be shared, and for nostalgia reasons I just can't see myself starting ALL OVER on those platforms. So I will be here, even if is a little outdated! This is my home 3 I hope you all enjoy my first fanfic in nearly a decade!
FULL SUMMARY: [AU] What's life if you can't see it? What's tomorrow if you can't look forward to it? Having lost his sight due to a terrible car accident when he was 13, Sasuke Uchiha suffered through life without the one gift he took advantage of. With depression and loneliness sinking in, Sasuke crosses paths with a beautifully caring woman named Sakura. In the midst of everything, she was his guardian angel. If only he knew that depth of that. SASUSAKU
[ SEE NO EVIL ]
PROLOGUE
Imagine a world where everyone was blind, and personality was the only thing we could see.
Do you know how beautiful everything would look?
"Itachi!"
"Sasuke, watch out!"
"What's goi—!"
"SASUKE!"
Imagine the number one thing you took for granted being ripped away in an instant. Could you even begin to imagine the devastation? The heart ache of the loss that was never even expected. What if the last thing you saw before your eyes closed was the last thing you would ever see again? Colors would cease to exist. Books were truly fiction. Sight was now a myth. It is now unreal and for a while, you'll probably just sit there, soaking in denial.
Sasuke did.
At the age of thirteen, Sasuke Uchiha lost his ability to see the world. It was a terrifying car accident while he was on his way home with his older brother, Itachi. It robbed him of a sense that later drove him to a silence insanity.
He was devastated; horrified. This couldn't have been real.
'This couldn't be real.
This couldn't—
No.
This..
NO.'
Denial. Sasuke Uchiha existed in denial now and it was heart aching. He took it for granted. Seeing the world, the colors, the hues and changes that just bypassed him because of this, that or the other. And now it was gone. The denial faded into anger; rage. The rage boiled crimson red, painting his mind and eventually his knuckles as he punched the aging white walls of the hospital.
Red.
White.
Colors he would never see again.
What he hated the most was the last thing he ever saw. The dirty inside windshield of his older brother's car, and the leather interior that his body collided against. Those were the last damn things Sasuke would ever see again. Nothing beautiful, nothing comforting.
And he hated that. Despised it.
It raged him, tears rising and spilling over the edge of eyes that remained sightless. He was fighting with his brother—as usual. It was always the norm. And because it's normal for them, it could be assumed that Itachi would have been more aware of his surrounding and able to see the truck practically hurling in their direction. Sure, he did at the last second, enough to accidently knock the car into reverse and piled backwards. Enough for only the front of the car to be smash into by the truck instead of the entire vehicle being obliterated. Enough for that dirty windshield to shatter, cutting into Sasuke's beautiful obsidian eyes.
That was his last sight.
And that made him sick.
The way the world revolved after that day practically dug Sasuke's grave.
For the first few months, it was literally hell. His other four senses kicked almost immediately, but they needed time to strengthen further. And trying to continue through life without being able to open his eyes ever again was beyond misery.
The first few months entailed crashing into things, being frightened by sounds that made their way to amplified ears. They entailed neighborhood hell—other crappy teenagers messing with the younger Uchiha just because he 'wouldn't see them coming'. They entailed an increasingly-alcoholic father and a confused little brother. It was hell.
The first few months brought out the fighter in Sasuke. After the first couple weeks, he learned to stop complaining and start fighting; standing up to those who sickeningly messed with the blind man. He stood up for himself and learned how to become quick on his feet. It was the only thing that made him feel even a fraction better about this whole ordeal. Soon enough he was able to protect himself and restore a relationship with his older brother.
Little did Sasuke know, that the first few months were actually the easy ones.
As time we by, the world seemed to get darker and darker. High school was misery trying to push through—special classes and assistance, causing his once top-tier academic standing to plummet due to misery and aggression. Despite the absolute brilliance that resided in his mind, he was the only one who could see that. It only seemed fair—only he could see his brilliance while everyone else got to see in general.
He didn't need to see that to know it was there.
But nearly ten years later, it seemed like that Hell would never leave. Emptiness took place of Sasuke's sight loss, and things seemed so much darker than he could ever imagine. The alcohol that washed away his father soon directed towards the raven-haired male, and he happily accepted it into his life.
Not like he could see a better future from here.
And so he drank in the quiet of his ground floor apartment that he and Itachi lived in for the longest time. It was simple—not like a blind man had much of a choice. But Sasuke was okay with that. It was enough space for the depression and desperate hope to ricochet off the walls.
He was lonely.
The heavy rock music drowned in the denial that still swirled in his mind. Some nights he wouldn't be able to handle it anything. So he sought out company, and that led to one night stands and empty beds that needed to be replaced as soon as possible.
Not that he could see it anymore, but Sasuke was inevitably and undeniably beautiful. His handsome features complimented by a smile that so hopefully shone through any darker. And beautiful onyx eyes that remained intact, regardless of their lack of use. Attraction wasn't a problem—he didn't need to see them, so he didn't care.
But what woman would want to stay with someone who couldn't see them?
As pleasurable and erotic as the one night stands were, they didn't drive away the loneliness. Actually, they just amplified it. Sasuke Uchiha sought for more than denial and depression, farther than sympathy and false compassion. He wanted—no, desired—someone. Someone that would see him even though he couldn't see them.
L o….\.../…v…..I….-….E~~~
Love was just a broken word drowned out by the sound of music and the bitter taste of whiskey.
Who could love a blind man?
Who would care enough to?
A/N: Done! This is just a little taste of this unnecessarily angst story I have in mind! I came up with this idea years ago while roleplaying with my former bestfriend (fun fact: this used to be a story idea for the show Supernatural, but instead I thought it would fit for a dramatic ooc Sasuke story!) I have tons of ideas for this story, so it would be amazing to hear back from you all! So please review if you get the chance to! Thank you!