HEY! I really have been sitting on this fic for so long, but i held out because i wasn't sure if people would like it or not. I decided what the hell, and am obviously posting it anyway.

Sasuke is a bit OC internally, but I've tried to make it so that to other characters he's the same old bastard we've all grudgingly came to love but is just not so aware of it himself.

Chapter One: Hi, my name is Haku

Long thin curved eyelashes brushed together, gripping each other with hope for a few brief seconds before releasing their hold.

Nope. It was still him.

Sasuke Uchiha looked back at himself right into those dark obsidian pools, he was standing in his private bathroom, still wearing the T-shirt and a pair of shorts that made up his pajamas. A slight frown was etched on his face as his fingers slowly grazed his chest, and settled on his stomach. He turned, allowing a smug smirk to tug on his lips as he observed an unmistakable curb from his ass to his back.

The diet and exercises were paying off in that department.

"Sasuke!" He jumped, nearly tumbling back into the tub behind him before catching himself on his toes. Thank God for ninja-like reflexes. He had forgotten all about Itachi coming to visit for Mom's birthday yesterday, a day early but better than nothing. Itachi knocked on the door lightly, calling, "Breakfast!"

Sasuke straightened himself, trying to look bored and impassive as he opened the door to his brother's examining gaze, Itachi had been doing that more lately, like he sensed something deeply amiss in his little brother and wanted very deeply to understand what it was. He probably didn't realize that Sasuke already knew what was wrong, had no clue how to fix it, and that his older brother could never help.

"You should get dressed first, Mom plans to drag you straight to school." Itachi leaned against the frame of Sasuke's bathroom door, crossing his arms, "I would do it but I have work. I'll pick you up from school."

"Hn." Sasuke looked away, not wanting Itachi to see the disappointment sinking in his eyes. Walking home was one of the best times of the day in his personal opinion and oh boy, was there a really blonde reason.

Itachi didn't say another word, he turned on one toe and glided down the hall with his mind clearly somewhere else. Sasuke headed in the opposite direction, stopping only to shut his door and come face to face with the one thing in his room he absolutely hated. His reflection echoed back at him from the large mirror in front of him that hung just above his dresser.

This was absolutely the worst part of his day.

Getting dressed was painful, way more painful then he figured things should be for regular people. But he wasn't regular, he was unnatural and he knew it. Sasuke covered the mirror with a sheet from his bed and swiftly got to work undressing himself, he dared not to look down.

He hated this part of himself.

It wasn't necessarily the penis itself that bothered him, but more of what it represented on his body. It just felt wrong, misplaced, and sometimes he even hated it. At a young age, Sasuke was constantly in trouble for always "joking" that he wanted to cut it off, even though he wasn't really joking. That's how he learned that what he was feeling was just a huge part of his unnatural self.

When he was finally fully covered, he pulled off the sheet from the mirror and tossed it on his bed, still avoiding the mirror. One time he left the sheet on and had to deal with all kinds of questions from his family at dinner, he wanted nothing to do with any of that.

Sasuke took the time to stare at his bedroom door and take a deep breath, this was it.

He opened the door and strolled down the hall, bouncing down every step on the stairs with a perfected aura of pride and dignity that had been bolted into him since birth. "Sasuke!" His Mother greeted him with a warm smile the moment he entered the "breakfast room", otherwise known at the most controversial room in the house that often caused frequent arguments between his parents.

"Hi Mom." He greeted her, taking a seat right by her side, purposely avoiding the gaze of his Father. He was a Momma's boy, never ashamed to admit it but always embarrassed to be outed about it. Once upon a time, Sasuke did want his Father to pay attention to him but that time was long gone, shoved somewhere in a big fat book of way too sappy happily-ever-afters. "You're taking me to school today?"

"That's right!" She beamed, setting the salt in front of him and further out of his Father's reach, "I get to do whatever I want today!"

"Here." Sasuke reached into his schools jacket pocket and handed her a very well wrapped gift, well aware of his Father's eyes still watching them-just like Itachi. They both just knew there was something wrong with him on the inside didn't they?

"Oh it's beautiful!" she cooed at the still wrapped present in her hands, Sasuke briefly wondered if it would be acceptable to admit that he wrapped it himself. Was that something teenage boys did? "A necklace! How thoughtful!"

She put it on herself instantly, sending Sasuke's Father a warning look, he looked down at his breakfast as if he didn't notice. The necklace was something he admired in the store for hours, burning every detail of the engravings on the silver heart in his mind as he imagined what it would be like to wear it. When someone finally came to see if he would like to purchase it, he just couldn't resist.

Seeing it on his Mother instead helped the hollowness that settled in his heart afterward.

When he did arrive at school, he was relieved to see that he was early again for two reasons. One: he really needed at least some time at school to himself before all the crazy started. Two: Naruto was always there- late for his club meetings.

Naruto Uzumaki was a "co-editor" of the school's newspaper and would often show up screaming down the hall every day around 6:30 in the morning. No one in the club ever mentioned that they changed the club hours from 6:45ish-8am just so that he would actually be on time and they could get their funding.

Sasuke was here for different sort of club, Tennis.

He didn't have to bother with a team, it wasn't something that required him to be all manly and gain a ton of unwanted muscle, not to mention he was just naturally talented at the sport, but the best part of it was one single little thing.

From the tennis courts he had the best view of Naruto's club meeting room from the window that was located, guess where, right behind Naruto's desk. Sasuke had never actually had a conversation with Naruto ever. He remembered a brief meeting between them when they were around eight but Sasuke just tried to hide behind his brother out of shyness.

He even liked him then.

For Naruto however, it seemed to be a different story. After they met, and Naruto just so happened to be in his class, the blonde would alway say mean things about him or pull pranks that secretly hurt his feelings.

"NO!" as if on cue Naruto rushed past Sasuke, legs flailing behind him as he entered the school first. Sasuke smirked after him, trying not to draw attention to himself as the blonde stumbled into the school. "I'M HERE! I'M HERE!"

Sasuke followed Naruto, enjoying the quiet emptiness of the building without all the screaming fan-girls and shouting conversations. This was probably his favorite part of the day, "I'M HERE!", okay sort of scratch the quiet part- though did Naruto's voice really just count as noise?

He sighed and made his way to the gym. Round two of changing! Whoopie. Most of the time he came in his clothes already, but not today. He was just about to enter the locker room when BOOM! he walked right into the locker-room doors instead. Sasuke stared at them questioningly before realization dawned on him.

Tennis ended about a week ago.

They were "taking a break" which really meant that their coach was going to be sitting in a room arguing with a bunch of other coaches about budget cuts for the next couple of weeks. Sasuke mentally groaned, now he was stuck at school for the next two hours with nothing to do! The only other-for the second time, realization dawned on him.

The newspaper club was here.

Naruto was on the newspaper club.

Sasuke wanted to talk to Naruto.

Naruto hated him.

He might be able to fix that if he was in the newspaper club!

Sasuke bolted in the direction of the club, no longer embarrassed by his mistake- Uchiha's don't make mistakes, this was a gift from the fates! But by the time he was standing in front of the door his impulsive behavior caught up with him, sending him right into a squirming episode of anxiousness. Should he just walk in anyway? He knew they would let him in the club, that wasn't an issue, but how should he go about it?

Once again, the damn fates just decided for him.

"Sasuke!" a really familiar girl by the name of Ino greeted him, he permitted himself to admire the beauty of her hairstyle as he slipped on his mask. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to join." Sasuke supplied, ignoring the way she batted her eyelashes and dragged him inside. Seven other people were in the room, staring at him, but he only recognized Neji Hyuga and Naruto.

"Looks like we don't have to put in that advertisement after all!" Ino announced as she released Sasuke, to his surprise, and shot a smug look in Naruto's direction. Sasuke's gaze followed hers, glowering at the glare he was receiving from the blonde. Why does he always have to stare at him like that? "Sasuke here has decided to join! Do you want to work on the announcements for today?"

Sasuke couldn't respond even if he wanted to before Ino shoved him towards a desk right next to hers and continued on with their meeting. He barely listened to her as he carried on, bossing everyone else around. Instead he found himself staring at Naruto who was deliberately not looking at him.

"Can I do something besides the lunch menu Ino?" Naruto swatted a paper in her direction, Neji gave him a sour look when the paper got just a little too close to his face.

"No." Ino glared at him, hands on her hips, "You got a problem with that?"

"No ma'am." Naruto ducked a little in his seat, all boldness lost to Ino's fierce gaze.

Sasuke was torn between being amused at the interaction and annoyed with Ino for treating Naruto that way but before he could sort any of it out everyone was already working on their piece of the newspaper.

"Do you need any help Sasuke?" Ino smiled at him, taking a seat at her own desk littered with girly office products and an assorted mess of drawers. He simply shook his head and she handed him a paper with handwritten announcement notes. Sasuke typed them up one the computer in a hurry, thinking about how much of a redundant task it was to put announcements in the newspaper when no one reads them and they announce the same things over the intercom system.

Thirty minutes later and he was completely done with the task, he peeked over at Ino who was typing away with a pencil in her mouth. He made the decision that interrupting her wasn't a good idea at the moment and eyed Naruto across the room.

The blonde was glaring at the computer screen in front of him, gripping his hair and pulling in frustration.A pencil was also in his mouth, wagging back and forth in the air. Was a lunch menu really that hard?

Sasuke snorted, attempting to hide his amusement by getting Ino's attention.

"Ino." He called, she turned to him and took the pencil out of her mouth to smile at him. "I'm finished is there anything else I can do now?"

"Hmm." Her lips stuck out thoughtfully as she stared at her own screen before flying into a weird ramble. "Well, Naruto is finishing the lunch Menu, that will take forever trust me, and the sports reports still need to be done but Neji is on that. I'm working on sorting through the entries for my gossip column. And right now, the only thing left is actually organizing the paper. Do you know how to work our publisher program? Wait- don't answer that was a stupid question. Naruto!"

"What?!" He snapped back, eyes widening in fear at the look he got, "I mean-uh-yes?"

"Sasuke's going to help you with the lunch menu, since apparently you can't finish it yourself." Ino waved her hand at him, as if shooing him away, Sasuke stood and decided to ignore the following conversation.

"But Ino-"

"But nothing!"

"I don-"

"Naruto! Do it!"

By the time he pulled up a chair to Naruto's desk, the blonde was fuming with mumbles under his breath at the computer screen. Sasuke watched as Naruto seemed to be having trouble creating a calendar. Again, Sasuke found his impulsive urges taking over as he put his hand over Naruto's and gripped the mouse, guiding it to the appropriate controls on the screen to create the regular lunch menu he stared at every week.

"What the hell are you doing?" Naruto seemed to find his words, pulling his hand away with a blush creeping on his face as he rubbed his hand like it was burned. Sasuke found himself tongue tied by his own actions and simply pointed at the finished calendar with what he hoped was a bored look. "Yeah, I get it, you finished the stupid calendar. I was talking about my hand asshole."

Anger flared through Sasuke, requiring every ounce of his self-control to hold back. He was tired of this, tired of Naruto treating him like he was the bad guy. Like it was his damn mission in life to make Naruto's a living hell. "I was showing you how."

Sasuke got up and walked back to his desk, making sure to emit his anger and irritation as he did so. If he was a girl, this wouldn't be so damn hard! He could just flirt with Naruto openly, maybe a smile in class here and a hello in the hallway there, and it wouldn't be difficult.

By the time he sat in his chair, Sasuke felt like shit and dared not to look up from any task Ino gave him.

The rest of the day passed like any other, he did well on every test, dealt with fangirls fighting for his attention, pretended to listen to lectures about things, and occasionally allowed himself to enjoy admiring their clothes hair and other accessories. Sometimes he considered that was the only reason he allowed them to always crowd around him instead of avoiding it. None of them were his friends, but it allowed him to feel closer to them in a way.

Oh hell, now he just feels even crazier admitting it.

Sasuke released a growl into his pillows, he had woken up from his weekly Friday nap about thirty minutes ago and was reviewing his day over, trying to figure out what made it so different from any other.

"Sasuke." A second groan filled the room at the sound of Itachi's voice.

"What?" He growled, sitting up on his bed as his brother flung the door open. "Don't you have a house?"

"I do. Did you remember that I was supposed to pick you up from school today?" Itachi fired back with a blank stare, Sasuke mirrored the look as he silently cursed, what did Itachi want from him?

Itachi closed the door behind him and took a seat on the bed. "What's going on with you? Trouble with a girl?"

Sasuke covered his head with his blanket, still sitting up, and decided to pretend that Itachi did not just say that. His brother reached out and yanked the covers away, fixing his eyes on Sasuke with a hard stare. "No, there are no girls."

Itachi gulped, looking away toward the wall on the other side of the room, something that should have warned Sasuke about his next comment, "A boy then?"

Sasuke felt himself flush, "Wh-What?!" He cleared his throat and shook his head with a lie rolling off his tongue in one smooth motion, "I mean what? No."

Itachi frowned at him, laying back on the bed and placing his feet on Sasuke's pillows- which Sasuke attempted to shove off but that was fixed when Itachi kicked him lightly in the side as retaliation- with a transfixed look at the ceiling. "Konan is pregnant."

Sasuke said nothing, he knew the weight of those words without asking. Konan was an already married woman to none other than Itachi's boss, but Itachi loved her and wanted to be with her. Even if it meant being the other man.

"It's mine." Itachi rubbed his eyes, "She wants an abortion, which is reasonable unless she-" The following words seemed to give him trouble and he sighed again at the ceiling, the two brothers fell into a silence for a moment , contemplating their problems and each other's problems. "Okay, your turn, speak."

"Hn." Sasuke pulled at his shirt, covering his hands with its material. There really was something about today wasn't there? "Its nothing. I'm just tired."

Itachi gave him a skeptical look but didn't press any further, "So do you have any rebellious teenage plans for the evening? Going to sneak out in the middle of the night? Get drunk? Get a piercing? Try some drugs?"

"Itachi you're a police officer." Sasuke rose an eyebrow at his brother that stated without words "If I was why would I tell you?" and earned a chuckle from Itachi.

"And ironically enough, I've done all of those things and then some." Itachi reached out and poked his forehead with a smirk, "Be good, I'll leave you alone now." Sasuke covered his forehead and waved his brother good-bye, with an uneasy gaze.

His brother couldn't know that he planned to sneak out, could he?

Sasuke roamed the streets, the sun was setting in the skyline behind him as he walked. After Itachi went back to his own house, and his parents took off to celebrate his Mother's birthday at fancy restaurant, Sasuke was conveniently left to his own devices.

He never did stuff like this.

Tests, college applications, internships, tennis, volunteer and work hours had practically been his life since he turned 14. When you add in lack of friends, and a pristine reputation to the equation you end up with no life.

Something Sasuke decided he wanted to at least attempt to cure. He decided to avoid movie theatres and other known venues where people of his school enjoyed congregating for a walk down the streets of downtown. He may have wanted to have a new life, but he did not want his entire school to be involved in the process.

Unfamiliar faces swooshed by, a few females stopped to gawk at him and to his surprise even one was used to this, and ignored them all until...

"Hey, what's your name?" Sasuke blinked at the woman standing in front of him with examining eyes, he noticed instantly the gleam that many held when x-raying him with lust. No this woman seemed to be much more objective than that.

"Sasuke?" He tried, be more sociable, that was rule number one for the night. "And yours?"

"Haku." The woman replied with a radiating smile that somewhat echoed his mothers, "What would you say to some dress up Sasuke?"

"Dress up?" An image of a guy in a bear suit was conjured in his mind, and he grimaced at the sight.

"Yes, as a woman." Haku pressed on without missing a beat, smile still intact. Sasuke froze, was he still dreaming in his afternoon nap and blissfully unaware of it? What kind of day did he step into this morning? Questions flourished into slight panic as Sasuke wondered if some unnatural aura about himself, the same that drew those looks from his father and brother, had pulled in this random stranger.

If the stranger could tell, who else could?

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake to offer, I'm just a bit of a trap you see?!" Haku replied to Sasuke's silence, turning on one heel. She took about three or four steps before the uncontrollable words were flowing from his mouth.

"Wait!" Sasuke called after her, regaining his breathing, "I-I would like to try it."

"Really?" Haku exclaimed, running up and gripping him by the arm, a few others nearby stared at them strangely and Sasuke almost pulled back, but one look at the stangers face and he found it impossible. "Let's go then!"

Sasuke allowed himself to be dragged down the street with only one question on the tip of his tongue, "What's a trap?"

Haku only laughed.

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