Warnings: Yaoi parings and lots of fluff!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Authors Note: I'll update once a week and trust me, it's going to be worth the wait! By the way, the view of the story will switch around by the chapters, mostly between Sasuke and Naruto but Kakashi will have his moments too.

The Beautiful Lie

Chapter one: His arrival

On the outside I'm calm, cool and collected. I get top grades and never goof off. All the girls love me for my emo attitude. No one really understand me… No one would expect me to be insane on the inside… Someone who just wants to scream and let loose of all this pain… Someone who just wants someone else to love them. To have someone to hold them tight at night and say "I'll never let go."

My life has been filled with pain and emptiness for as long as I can remember… I'm sure you know, everyone knows… my entire clan was killed when I was a kid… but even before that… I was never good enough for my father… Everyone expected me to be the next big thing for the clan… so I was always alone… not wanting to hear what they had to say…

Everything in my life seemed to start to change shortly after my class was divided into teams. I soon made a friend … but I still felt so alone…

Until I met him…

I had just finished a mission. My team was spending a night in a small town, just to rest up before heading home. I wasn't all to tired so I went out for a walk to think about the recent events. That's when I saw him.

He was standing there as if waiting for me to arrive. His long black hair blew softly in the light wind. His pale skin glowed in the setting suns light. He had his arms folded as he leaned back against a wall. His piercing yellow eyes followed me.

I tried not to stare at the man… so I went to a small stand and tried keeping my attention on the nick knacks that the stand had… but I knew his gaze was still upon me.

So I thought it would be best if I got away from his view and entered a small restaurant. Sitting down, I just ordered some dumplings, hoping that by the time I finished eating them, the man would be gone…

As I sat there, I suddenly felt his eyes staring at me once more. I gave a quick glance around the place but didn't see him. It was rather empty, only a few others, so it would have been easy to spot the man.

I turned back around in my seat and gave a small sigh.

"Is something the matter?"

I nearly jumped from my seat. When had he sat down next to me?!

"Who are you?" I managed to ask. My throat was dry so it was hard for my voice to come out.

"You're not from around here are you?" His voice was smooth and slick. Though he ignored my question, I couldn't help but not notice. I shook my head slowly. He smiled and ordered a bottle of sake.

We began to talk, well mostly he talked. I just listened, captured by his voice. He asked me questions, soon catching on that I didn't want to talk much and just asked simple yes or no questions. I didn't even notice that I had started to drink some of his sake with him.

It was only until the affects of the alcohol began to kick in that he stopped talking. I felt sick and the room was spinning. He asked me if I was alright.

"No." I said, my voice cracking. I didn't want to shake my head this time, afraid it might set off my stomach and cause me to throw up in front of such a beautiful man…

He gave a small chuckle and paid for everything. I started to stand up but my feet gave way and I just fell back onto my seat. To my surprise, I was suddenly lifted up into his arms.

I didn't refuse as he carried me away from the restaurant. Nor did I refuse when he walked right past the hotel I was staying at. He brought me to a small apartment and set me down on a bed. I thought about how if I had been someone else with any other person, this situation might seem like it would end in the worst… but I wasn't someone else. I was just me. My stomach twisted into a knot. Before I could even ask, the man pointed to a door.

I ran in and shut the door. About an hour passed, my stomach was empty and my head was swimming. I slowly stood up and looked around. There was a bottle of mouthwash that caught my attention. I must have used at least half of the bottles content. It burned my mouth, but got rid of the disgusting taste of my throw up. I glanced in the mirror as I spit out the mouthwash. I was a little pale and my hair was a mess.

So I turned on the sink and splashed my face with some cold water. It helped me break from my lasting affects of being drunk. I then ran my hand through my hair to try and fix it up a bit. Finally, I felt better. I opened the door and stepped out. The apartment seemed empty, I was a little worried the man might have left, but he was sitting in a chair. When he saw me, he stood up and helped me to the bed.

"Sorry…" I started to say but he cut me off.

"It's alright. I shouldn't have let a kid drink so much in the first place." He smirked as if teasing me. I could feel my cheeks burning lightly from either embarrassment for the whole event or anger at being called a kid. Which ever one it was, my blush only pleased him more.

I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my self against him. My lips pressed against his, but he pulled my away. His hand ran against my cheek. "You're still drunk."

"There isn't a drop of sake left in me…" I argued. He shook his head and I sighed heavily. He clearly wasn't going to let me win. I dropped back onto the bed.

"Get some rest." He said. I watched him leave the room. I almost called for him to come back but my eyes suddenly grew heavy as if they were obeying his order.

To Be continued...