a/n : Hey there, my first Naruto fic. My only other fic didn't work out to well, and I might eventually go back to it...but not yet. I like this one better anyway. Anyway...hope you enjoy, and I thought I should let you know...it gets better. At least in my opinion it does.

disclaimer : I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters, or any of the original plot that I've borrowed.

Visual Misinterpretations

Everything starts at the beginning. It is a law of nature, an unchangeable truth. The problem with the statement, is defining the difference between 'beginning' and 'start'. In this story, we will interpret 'start' as the trigger; the point in time in which the rope snaps, and the bridge breaks, several wooden boards creating great splashes and tremors in the once calm river. Each wave is a definitive plot point. Each wave soaks my presence with awe.

They escaped my interference - more than once. That strikes a chord, and peaks my interest at the same time. I was sad for them, and worried about them, but I could not save them.

I will tell you their story, and you will remember it. That is my purpose for being here, to record events. This one, I will tell, and you will remember, because my plays are memorable. The new main characters on my stage are much more enthralling than the others. This is their story.

Naruto was jealous. He would never admit it – his stubborn temperamental nature wouldn't allow it – but it was true. He often was, being a boy of such low status and misfortune. Currently he was seething under a high tide of envy caused by someone else hording all the attention, and looking so bored and arrogant about it. The someone was Uchiha Sasuke. Naruto hated Uchiha Sasuke.

Edging his way through the unruly crowed of gushing fan girls, Naruto finally managed to bully his way to the front and lean over the desk Sasuke was sat behind. He slammed his hands on the desk with a satisfying slap and narrowed his eyes in his best attempt at intimidation.

Sasuke had been gazing lazily at the ceiling with his head resting on his fist, ignoring all the immature morons that buzzed around him like flies. When he sensed a pair of interestingly hostile eyes hovering a few inches away from his face, he glanced down to see who it was. Naruto; the first-class idiot, had his face scrunched up in a comical gesture of dislike, which Sasuke found both amusing and irritating at the same time. As the girls started screaming and pulling at Naruto's clothes, Sasuke deemed it necessary to prove his mutual hatred. He glowered back.

Sasuke nearly laughed at his reaction; Naruto's face brightened slightly and his eyes widened a fraction before he remembered that he was meant to be glaring and frowned again. Sasuke managed to hold his face still and not show any amusement – but only barely. In that portion of a second, Naruto looked almost happy.

"Naruto! Get away from Sasuke! Stop staring at him you freak!" Sakura screeched over the noise of the other screaming students, in an unbearably high pitched squeal. Naruto either didn't notice, or didn't care because he held his stare. Apparently, that was a mistake. He yelled out in surprise when Sakura lunged at his back, but his voice was rendered as something closed over his mouth. The angry crowed fell silent and still as a frosty realization descended on them.

Naruto's strangled cry had been muffled, just as Sasuke's face had undergone a rapid emotion change; anger, to fear, to disgust, to cold hard fury. It appeared that Sakura, through no fault of her own, had pushed the few inches closed, by accidentally forcing Naruto against Sasuke's lips. The two well known enemies – were kissing.

After a moment of stunned motionless, only a tad longer than normally accepted, they broke apart, gasping, spluttering and wiping furiously at their mouths. As though they were waiting for the two to do something, all the girls started screaming and dragged Naruto out of the circle, slapping any section of his body they could reach. Sasuke – still irate and petrified at the same time, scowled at them all (giving Sakura an especially fiery glance, who let out a small sound resembling 'meep' and pushed a triumphant Ino in front of her.) He slowly sank his head onto his arms which were crossed on the desk, and refused to look up until they were all gone.

Just as Naruto escaped his brutal abduction, Iruka-sensei walked briskly in. Naruto scrambled into the nearest seat, which was unfortunately two down from Sasuke, and next to Sakura. He used to like her, but being picked on and hated by the girl you're in love with gets old after a while. So he stopped. Glancing down the bench, he saw Sasuke drawn in on himself, looking very much defeated. This was too different from his usual jerky attitude. Naruto scrunched his face up once again, this time deep in thought, and searched for a reason as to Sasuke's sudden change in personality. Drawing up a stream of uselessness, he instead focused on the unfolding lesson, but the glint of confusion remained in his eyes.

As Iruka strolled into his classroom of waiting students, he was met by a strong sense of silent tension. Many of the girls were trudging away from their positions around the infamous Uchiha. They all had expressions of doubt and nervousness on their faces, and some were glancing apprehensively back at the object of their adoration. Sasuke was hunched over with his head resting on the desk, arms folded around it.

Iruka frowned slightly before addressing the class, and beginning the lesson. Today would not make the teacher popular amongst his students. A test to give Naruto a second chance at passing was first on the agenda. Calling down student after student, each passed as they did the first time. Then, Naruto's turn. As Naruto walked down to where Iruka stood, the man noticed a look on his student's face that wasn't present during all the other times they had been together. He looked…confused. Of course Iruka had seen him confused before, but it was always obvious; a fleeting expression that asked for explanation. This was deeper. It was like it was embedded in his face, eyes and stance.

On the last step to the bottom, Naruto fell flat on his face, to a raucous chorus of laughter. This did not bode well. Five minutes later, as expected by most, Naruto failed with a flourish. Iruka had wasted his entire lesson on repeating a test, only to come out with the same results. As expected, he yelled. Class dismissed.

Sasuke's test took less than half a minute. He went down, passed, came back up. He didn't want to think about anything right then. What he really wanted was to go out and train the thoughts away. But he had to sit and watch all the morons in this mediocre class pass a mediocre test. He was way above this. When Naruto walked down to his ultimate doom, he looked completely out of it. At least Sasuke wasn't the only one. When Naruto fell, everyone laughed. But that was below Sasuke – or so he told himself. It wasn't because he felt bad for Naruto in the slightest. Naruto could jump off a cliff for all he cared. When he failed, Sasuke smiled to prove it. Once again, he felt the need to prove his feelings.

Naruto glanced briefly at Sasuke during Iruka's tantrum, their eyes meeting for one barely-there second. In that second, they understood each other. Sasuke jerked his head to the side, looking extremely disgruntled. He did not understand the idiot, and he never would.

From now on, he would make it a point to avoid him. A kiss was more than enough contact with each other. Ugh. He swiped at his mouth again, eyes staring intently at the wall, and nowhere near Naruto.

As the class filed out, Sasuke sprinted to the training ground and started his warm up, then making his way to a very worn and battered tree; he started to kick at it furiously. One, two, three…Damn Naruto…doesn't even deserve my attention.

Fifteen…No one likes him anyway…including me.

Thirty six…That's right. Remember? You hate the moron just as much as all the other morons. The only thing that matters…is Itachi. Remember.

Seventy five… As the sweat built up on his forehead, Sasuke grinned childishly. Whatever had happened that day was now successfully buried underneath his aspirations of strength.

One hundred.

a/n: I hope you like it so far...tell me what you think? Would be highly appreciated. and I don't mind flames that much. I'll probably give an angry answer, just cause that's who I am, but it would also help, as long as you told me what bothered you. Just thought I should tell you.

So...yeah. There's more to come, and I would like to hear from you and see if it was any good.