Disclaimer: "Hey Kishiii!""What now?" "I own Naruto!" "Your ass is toast for 9999999 dollars in you pass that off""Fine... You own it...today"

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One shaking hand strikes pale flesh again as the teenager smiles at his own pain. It is his drug to see his own blood drip down his flawless skin and puddle on the floor.

"Why does that kid always look so miserable?" His teachers ask.

"Why? Why is he like this?" His classmates ask.

"Why is that boy giving himself any owwy?" the little ones ask.

They all ask. They ask, but they ask them selves, each other or God. But never has it occurred to them, to ask him. Except me.

"Why do you do this Sasuke? Why? Why can't you be happy with what you have? Your perfect. Why can't you just be happy?" I ask.

I now know why no one ever asks this boy. His face twists and eyes darken from there already night black to pure desire of death.

This boy is scary. He screams, asking me why I care and why I won't just leave him alone.

This boy is terrifying. He asks me how I have the nerve to even ask that.

But that sentence, that is the sentence that kills my fear. No, its not bravery it is replaced with not even close. He kills my fear and changes it to petrifying emotion.

Why would I ask? How can he not know? That's when I realize why this boy is not so perfect.

His whole life is created out of sand, broken glass and tears. Not to mention blood I remind myself looking at the cuts imprinted across his entire being.

My life is made of nothing, So in turn I have nothing. No one tells me I have something. No one pretends they care.

But Sasuke… Sasuke is told by everyone, everyday how much people care. How much he has.

When they don't even ask.

They don't care about me. They don't care about him. That's when I notice how similar we are. We both have nothing.

"Sasuke. Do you feel alone?" He stares at me like I am corpse. Then he laughs.

"But, Sasuke… were the same. Don't you see where-" I'm interrupted by a hard object slapping my face.

I can feel the stinging pain welt in my cheeks it hurts it hurts like hell. But it does not destroy me. What destroys me is watching the desperate tears form in Sasuke's eyes. His cold empty eyes.

I was wrong. There is a difference between us. A difference that I know he will always feel and always hate. This boy is not a boy at all. He is a plastic doll, an hollow jar, a simple dream, a quick fantasy, a created robot and a random thought that they just happen to find. Sasuke Uchiha is fake. And I am real.

But, I will still ask. Everyday I will ask. To make up for all the times no one would care enough to ask, but pretend he is their world. Then maybe one day, Sasuke Uchiha will be real. I will ask everyday. And, every day I will be yelled at. But I will still come back, asking for more.


Authors Note: That was pretty freaken intence huh? ^_^; It's like this is one whole angsty poem. Just so if your confused Naruto is the I in this story. This was SO fun to write you don't even know how much I love angst. ⌒▽⌒ Hope you liked it plz review!

Kenny-chan