Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters. © Masashi Kishimoto

The story is based on the manga Udagawachou de Mattete yo by Hideyoshico © (aka author of the most amazing yaoi manga - if you don't know sensei's works, I highly recommend)

Chapter 1 – A boy and a... girl?

Sasuke's point of view

It's by pure convenience I am in the other side of the town, where I wasn't supposed to know anyone except for my brother, Itachi, whom I have just visit in his new apartment. But here I am, in a small park, looking at one of my classmates, Uzumaki Naruto.

If I were in other circumstances, I wouldn't have spared a glance at him, but due to few details, I can't take my eyes off him. It's not every day you see one of your classmates dressed as a girl on the other side of town. But it's definitely him.

No matter how much the make-up makes him look delicate and even disguises the three scars like whiskers on each cheek he has, I can still see the fade lines on them. No matter how much the clothes make him look slender and thinner, I can see clearly his slightly broad shoulders, the flat chest and the bony hips. It only makes me wonder if I'm the only one to notice he's actually a boy.

He's alone, waiting, but I've been here for thirty minutes and no one has come to greet him, no, he only stares around, sometimes he looks nervous and sometimes he spaces out. I can only wonder why he is using a long blonde wig, tied in two ponytails, one at each side of his head. Maybe it was a punishment game, probably from one of the pranks he uses to play. Yes, that's it, the only plausible reason for Naruto to be dressed as a girl is a punishment of some sort. The only problem is that I don't see any other classmate who could have done it to him.

Suddenly he stands up from the bench and leaves, with my eyes following all his movements, the swing of his hips, the rise of the skirt he's wearing, and I can almost hear the clack of the heels on his a little too big feet. I stay still, watching him leave the place without anyone notice his swapped gender. On the contrary, men would look at 'her' with lust, desire or simply admiration. No one noticed that the blonde 'shy' girl was actually a hyperactive boy. No one but me.

My feet drag me back home but my mind is still wrapped on Naruto. I can't shake the feeling it wasn't just a game for him, a punishment or whatever the rational part of my brain can provide as a plausible explanation. To say the truth, I am curious to know more. Will he be there tomorrow? Maybe on the next week? My mind wanders through the infinity possibilities making me lose focus on what I should be doing.

"Sasuke, are you fine?" my mother asks with a concerned face due to the fact I was staring at my plate of food for what felt like twenty minutes.

"I'm fine, mother." I start to eat, observing the food was still heated, so it hadn't been twenty minutes, probably five.

"Did you and your brother have a fight?" she asks me based on my behavior. It's true that when we fight I act the same, but I'm not feeling the same. If I had argued with Itachi, I would be mad. I'm not mad, I'm intrigued.

"No, we didn't."

She smiles in relief. "Good, I worried when you didn't come home the time you told me." My face feels heated but I suppose it's due to the food. "Oh my, Itachi should be so busy now that he moved, you didn't bother him too much, did you? I still think it would be better for you to go visit him on the weekend."

I roll my eyes at my mother's worries. "No, mother I didn't bother him and as I told you before I can't go on the weekend because I have to study for a test on Monday."

My mother sighs softly "You told me…" then frowns lightly "But you still could have waited to see your brother. It would make you both good, Itachi needs time to arrange his new apartment and you need time to study, little man."

Before I can defend myself, my father decides to do it in my place. "Let them be, Mikoto. It's good for brothers to have their own time together. And Sasuke is doing well at school."

I feel a prideful sensation in my chest – aka my ego growing – to the rare compliment from my father and even my mother's expression softens to a gentle smile. "That's true, we're proud of you sweetie."

I smile back "Hn."

The rest of the day is very normal. My mother complains that I should clean my bedroom; my father says I should obey her when she tells him to interfere, and I ignore both of them in order to listen to music peacefully and do my homework.

At night, I lie in my bed, thoughts of my day swirling in my last moments of consciousness.

'I should have talked to Naruto in the park.'

~(Line Breaker)~

I sit down at my chair in the back of the classroom as usual. Like every day, I ignore people around me with the only goal to pay attention at class.

People annoy me to no end, that's one of the reasons I have few friends, none in this class, the other reasons consist in my lack of ability of talking to people and my lack of interest on doing so.

While the girls tend to act like stupid beings with their intimate touches, what I definitely don't appreciate, the boys tend to hate me for no reason, calling me a bastard or a nerd, not that I care.

I have no intention of making friends at school. My focus is entirely on studies. I don't hate studying and I want to make my parents and my brother proud of me. I want them to compliment me and say I'm a good son and brother.

Nothing is more important to me than my family. I want to make them happy and proud, so my main goal is being the best I can no matter what the others say. Call me a bastard, a nerd or whatever they want to, they are not important.

Opposite to my words, my eyes keep going to the blond boy two seats in my right diagonal, Naruto. He's late as usual, but the teachers don't even bother with him, letting him enter the class and not saying anything to change his lateness. I wonder if he doesn't feel ashamed of himself, being late, being the dead-last of the classroom. I know I couldn't stand it, but he doesn't seem to care.

Lunch time comes and I find myself still observing the carefree idiot, talking happily with his friends. I had never really paid attention to him, but after yesterday, I can't help it. I'm curious, and I want to know more, I need to know more.

I listen to their conversation in hope to hear them talking about yesterday, about being a prank, whatever, but nothing. No one comments about it and I have the feeling they don't have any idea.

I watch when he smiles at the pink haired girl besides him. They hold hands and kiss each other in the cheek, so I suppose she's his girlfriend. I wonder if she knows about him dressing as a girl. He's definitely prettier than her but that's not the point. I wonder if they were her clothes, but why would she want her boyfriend to dress as a girl? And why wouldn't she be near him then?

That much I want to know and I will find out.

With these thoughts, I keep staring and analyzing his conduct for the rest of the week, trying to decipher him. He seems normal to me, I mean, he's indeed an idiot always joking and playing pranks on his friends, being loud, pouting like a five year old child when someone says or does something he doesn't like, but still normal.

He's the catcher* of the school's baseball team and I suppose he's good, but he sucks at pitching, what's very curious and makes me wonder if it's some sort of unconscious act. I mean, he wears girl's clothes and is a good catcher, so even if he does have a girlfriend, I can only conclude that he's gay. But that's as far as I can go as an outsider and I know that I'll have to go back to that park in the first opportunity I have to find out more.

Apparently, I fail at being discreet on my observations since he suddenly approaches me in my chair "Uchiha!" The blonde speaks loudly, what annoys me, so I only arch an eyebrow. "What's your problem?" he demands in my face.

"I have no problem." You're the one cross-dressing for God knows why.

"Oh really?!" he crosses his arms over his chest with an annoyed expression to which I can only blink in confusion. "Sasuke, are you gay?"

I almost choke on air to the question. WHAT?! You wear make-up, a skirt and a wig and I am gay? My frown deepens. "No!"

"Then stop it! Everyone is talking about you ogling me, man! It's freaking me out. You can't do that to…" He waves his hands around like a crazy man, and I can't help but compare to the shyness she showed in the park. Was it possible for someone to act so differently?

I shrug off so he can stop screaming at my face about my creepy behavior. Is he serious? Because yes, he looks very serious about it. Maybe, and only maybe, I was mistaken. No, definitely not. Or maybe he has a sister who looks like him. Yes, that's a possibility I hadn't thought of, yet.

"Naruto…" I interrupt his babbling seriously. "…do you have a sister?"

He first blinks in confusion to my sudden question, and by mysterious universal forces, his voice is civilized when he answers me suspicious. "Huh? No, I'm an only son, why?"

"Hm. I see." Then it was really him. I should probably just ask him, but how can you ask a guy if he was dressed as a girl in the other day? I'm positive he would deny it, with reason or not. Besides, it's not even my business.

"Bastard, are you listening? I asked why!" Again with that loud voice that gives me a headache.

I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. "No reason, just curious, moron."

He glares at me before he turns around. "Whatever… just stop staring at me all the time, weirdo." And leaves.

*A little word playing here with catcher meaning the baseball position and also the passive role in a homosexual relationship (aka the uke). I don't mean to say every catcher is gay or anything like that. It was just a small joke.