Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me.

Summary: He's been called ugly all his life. But beyond the thick glasses and underneath his horridly orange t-shirt- someone gets to discover the beautiful him inside. Sasunaru, Itanaru, Gaanaru.

A/N: Haha. I'm kinda inspired by the fic 'this way to the stars'! Such a lovely fic… really. One of my all time favorites. The song Lonely in Gorgeous is by TommyFebruary from the anime Paradise Kiss.

Lonely in Gorgeous

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I dashed out at 0 o'clock in the morning; I kicked the door open
My glass slippers shattered, and my dress tore, too

"Shit, Naruto-baka! You ruined my shirt!"

Sakura screamed. I inwardly cringed upon hearing her horrid voice which sounded like a hungry growl from a monster. I wished that I could simply hide behind the curtains and pray that she doesn't find me. Ever. However, my body betrayed the danger signals that rung incessantly in my brain. Each angry footstep from the staircase was like a countdown to death. Hundreds of escape plans popped to my brain but it immediately dissolved upon seeing her stomping towards me.

'Pleasedon'tkillmepleasepleaseplease…'

"Darn it! You did this on purpose you moron! Do you know how much this costs, huh? Huh?" She shoved the burnt shirt towards me so that I could smell the smoke coming from the hole which was the shape of the iron I forgot to unplug. The sight made me want to burst into laughter. Thanks to my non-existent self-control- a small 'pft' escaped my pursed lips. Well- the moment I saw it I found the situation comical- until I saw Sakura's face which burned bright red. I could almost imagine the steam coming out of her ears while her nostrils were flaring angrily at me.

"Sorry." I mumbled apologetically- a smile threatening to split my face into half. I felt a tinge of guilt- but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction of seeing her face fuming with barely-contained rage. Sakura's still really cute- despite the threatening atmosphere that seemed to envelope her like an invisible aura.

The word supposed to detonate the bomb only managed to trigger the living menace into explosion.

"Your sorry isn't enough- baka!" She bursted, flailing the ruined garment – or rather, the portion that was left unburnt from the garment then threw the abominable object into my face. "You're going to pay dearly for this!" She spat vehemently- pointing her polished finger to the object- which now resembled a cheap rag, lying like a dirty heap on the floor.

It was an orange t-shirt which was a gift from her bestfriend on her fifteenth birthday. They were not in good terms but since they're 'bestfriends'- the girl was obliged to give 'something' which happened to be a plain, orange, over-sized t-shirt. Orage was Sakura's least favorite color since it is the only color which doesn't match her hair- and, Sakura would never, ever wear an over-sized t-shirt out in public since she's a picky dresser who prefers wearing clingy outfits. I never saw her wear it. The girl was supposed to be the one who knows her best- so maybe she did it purposely to mock Sakura. .

I wonder if she's angry and all sentimental about me ruining the shirt her ex-bestfriend gave her- or if it's the mere fact that detecting the smallest mistakes and slapping it to my 'stupid face' is a twisted pastime of hers.

In fact, the bundle of clothes I was ironing were her 'old' clothes. She's always into the latest fashion- always disposing objects without thinking twice to purchase a new one. She always buys new clothes so there's always no room to keep it all. In fact, the shirt was included to the pile of 'trash'- as Sakura described the several outfits she had grown tired of wearing- to an orphanage. Now, she gets all angry about ME burning the thing. She always manages to find a reason to get angry even if the reason is UNreasonable.

"So… how am I going to pay for this- Sakura-chan?" I knelt down to pick it up and gathered it in my arms. I stood up, staring at the bundle absent-mindedly- I miss the old days. Really, I missed the old Sakura who used to wear loose summer dresses with floral patterns. She only used to wear flipflops- the kind children wear at the beaches. Now- she has a collection of high-heeled shoes meant for adults

"Are you joking? You can't even pay for the rent in MY mansion- you freeloading pest…" She scowled, crossing her arms infront of her chest while staring scrutinizingly at me. Her eyes only displayed utter distaste. I bit my lower lip. A habit of mine when I feel like crying. "How are you supposed to pay for that- when its MY parents who waste their money on trash like YOU-dummy… I bet you can't even pay for that shirt… even if its trash now…"

"I'm sorry…" I muttered weakly. I am always the one t o apologize when she insults me like that. It's always my fault. My mere existence in her life is a fault itself.

"Stop apologizing, idiot." She sounded annoyed, brushing a stray strand of hair obscuring her emerald eyes. She arched a perfect eyebrow- perfect, because it was obviously plucked and purposely shaped into a delicate, thin line.

"What am I supposed to do… "I sounded stupid- like a lost child asking for directions to follow- incessantly asking for simplified explanations and hints. "… to pay for this…" My words sounded unsure and hesitant- even to my own ears.

"Whatever." She sneered at me. "- even if you spend your entire lifetime cleaning my bathroom floor you won't earn enough. Its yours. Burn it, throw it away- do whatever you want to that ugly thing. Wear it if you want to. " She said then snickered at me. Her eyes glinting with undisguised animosity.

"Ugly trash like that doesn't belong here."

Instead of staring at the garment- it was me who she looked at. Her eyes- scrutinizing as ever looked at me from head to foot while I shifted uncomfortably- unable to meet the eyes that oozed with disgust. I could only stare at my soiled shoes with downcast eyes.

When I heard her heels clicking against the marble floor I released a suppressed sigh. My tensed shoulder finally relaxed and I was left standing there- pondering over her words which stung- despite the many times I heard it from her. I could understant what she truly meant. The true essence behind her words…

I stared at the ruined shirt.

"I guess I have to keep you now…" I whispered meekly- speaking as if the piece of garment was alive- and that I was there to comfort it since we share the same sentiments. Sakura hates us. Sakura hates ugly trash like us.

"But don't worry… I don't think your trash… and don't take Sakura-chan's words too seriously… she's just stingy like that when she's in a bad mood…" I said- lately realizing 'what' I've been talking to. I chuckled- if someone had been watching- I would've been immediately thrown into a loony bin.

Actually- the shirt was in good condition- exept for the strange hole in the middle. It was actually a nice shirt. I smiled inwardly. "I actually like you…" Really, a hole doesn't mean its already trash. It's still a shirt and I guess that's enough reason for me to wear it.

I guess that's all folks! This is a one-shot which only exists to make Sakura pick on our favorite naru-chan! Heh, just joking… please review!!!