Plot: Sasuke's heart could be painted any colour... Has Madara corrupted him beyond repair? When Sasuke agrees to stay in Konoha, can he keep his sanity, or will Itachi's death prove too much for him? Only Naruto can save him, but it may be too late. SasuNaru.

Warning: None yet.

Disclaimer: Why would this be called fanfiction if I owned Naruto?

Inspiration: Pillar of Support, by bellabambina248 (This was the story that originally inspired Tears He'll Never See. Look it up!)

Music: Love The Way You Lie, by Eminem ft. Rhianna.

Video: http : / / www . youtube . com / watch?v=Y3e4X5jYMMM (I made this video =D)

A/N: Many people were surprised that I decided to redo Tears He'll Never See. But, you have to know, I didn't plan anything out before I wrote that. I went into the story cold. And though I managed to put some good emotion in (judging by my reviews), the history and storyline were underdeveloped. Now that I know what I'm dealing with, I've decided to redo it, with a slightly adjusted storyline. I think you'll like this one a lot better. Plus, it has a better title! That in itself should say something, shouldn't it? However... if no one likes this one, and prefers the old one, I'll simply continue from where I left off with Tears He'll Never See. Honestly, though, I think this one will be the preferred version. Just be sure to let me know, just in case this one sucks.

With that said, I hope you enjoy the new prologue, and revised Tears He'll Never See! Be sure to review, because that's really my inspiration to keep writing this.

Saving You ~ Prologue

"Come to think of it, wasn't it your dream to become Hokage?"

I said nothing. What was his point?

"You should have spent your time training instead of wasting it running around chasing me."

Maybe. But then I would never have gotten to see you. I also made a promise to Sakura, and I don't go back on my promises. I wouldn't have a choice, Sasuke, even if I wanted to give up on you.

"Right, Naruto?"

Wrong.

"And this time, I'm going to kill you on a whim."

My eyes widen, as your words blow in my ear. Tell me it's not true. Tell me I didn't run all this way just to have you stab me in the back! What's happened to you? Am I nothing to you now? Don't tell me you believe our ties were cut when you crashed that Chidori into my chest.

As I hear your sword scrape against its sheath, I guess there's no denying it. But that's okay. I never deserved to be Hokage.

"Someone who can't even save one friend isn't fit to become Hokage. Right, Sasuke?"

It's been almost two years since that first meeting, and six months since Sasuke came home. Exactly one year ago, Sasuke finally got his revenge on Itachi. Almost eleven months ago, I learned that revenge isn't worth it; that was the day I defeated Pein, and vowed to see Sasuke again. Nine months ago, Sakura tried to kill Sasuke, and Sasuke nearly killed her; I saw him then, and made my decision. Sasuke was worth saving—even without the promise I made to Sakura.

Those three months before Sasuke came to destroy Konoha were hard. All the villages had united to form a new army—simply called Shinobi. Everyone was running around, making battle plans, having last-minute training sessions. The air was tense. At the same time, we had people spying on the left over Akatsuki, with the addition of Kabuto. No one ever found out what the snake was up to. Even now, we still have people searching for him and trying to dig up dirt. So far, nothing.

I have a feeling we'll see him soon, though. The guy always pops up at the worst of times. Just like Orochimaru.
Those were probably the three worst months of my life. I'd thought that losing Sasuke the first time (the second, the third!) was bad. I thought that the day Jiraiya died would forever be my worst. Because no matter what happened before, there was a way out of it; if I failed a mission, if I failed to find Sasuke, there was always a second chance. Jiraiya's death was something I couldn't change, and that's why I thought it'd be the worst day ever.

But I was wrong.

While I trained to control the Kyuubi, and prepared for the inevitable fight between me and Sasuke, I knew he was training too. All that time, I could picture him replacing his eyes with Itachi's, and getting stronger as each day passed. Madara would be his coach, his sensei, his trainer, just as Killer Bee became mine. Each day, Sasuke became more lost in revenge than before. And every day, he grew harder and harder for me to reach. Every moment Sasuke was away, he steadily lost himself. I should have realized that it was that way even before he killed Itachi. But I hadn't understood how easily Sasuke was influenced until Itachi himself told me Sasuke's heart could be painted any colour, if only by the right person. Every second of those months, I thought of that. I thought of how it might be too late for Sasuke by the time I saw him again. I had to accept that I might have had to kill him.

Surprisingly, it was those same words that gave me strength.

Even while I had to think about killing Sasuke (and ultimately, myself), I could still hold onto the belief that I could change him. Maybe, just maybe, I could repaint his heart. If there was just one little sliver of him left, then I could save him. I could bring him back. However, there are always complications . . . .

A/N: Okay, so originally there was more to this chapter, but I decided to open the first chapter with what I had. The prologue can just be a history of sorts. It works out, since that was the plan Miss Markova (one of my favourite authors!) gave me. To give you a teaser—just because I feel like it—the next chapter starts with the sentence...

Today is the anniversary of Itachi's death.

If you were paying attention, you should already know this. But, next chapter deals with Sasuke and that! So look out for it! It'll be up relatively soon! (Because I'm exicted!) Make sure to review!