PROLOGUE

A/N: It's my first fic and it's a SASUNARU (boyxboy). I have horrible grammar, so I would appreciate some help there. If anyone is uncomfortable with the gay nature of this fic should press the back button now though this prologue is harmless.

Rating: T (might change to M)

Disclaimer: I don't own NARUTO.

It was not a question of beauty, ethereal or enthralling; it was the overall wave of contentment that would surround me as I would gaze at the picture his frame would make. Hiding behind the bushes, each second I would spend just staring at him would seem like hours of loveless sighs. My heart would thump to the maximum at his every move, what if he catches me? What if I'm found staring? I would surely not wish myself upon that faith and yet my heart would leap at the thought of being the object of those deep, deep soulful eyes and internally I would wish to caught.

Yet, I would remain unseen, my loud steps unheard, my noisy gulping sounds undetected and my constant gaze undetected. My sighs unheard and my envy unfelt. I would see from behind the bushes sometimes rustling the leaves more than that was necessary from my open windows. I would wait with bated breath at his slightest of movement, panicking on the outside but inside I would wish (pray, pray, and pray) for his eyes to catch me. The frustrated urge to weep, sob, sigh with relief and the confusion (god the confusion) would eat me up from inside. My window pane would fog up sometimes as I would press my face to see his movements clearly. The trees outside my window would sometimes block my view of him and I would curse the skies when that would happen. It was after many months of constant staring that I begin to wonder about his presence at the abandoned alley next to my building. I wondered why a creature such as him would come to smoke and stare into space at that of all places.

My obsession though, only allowed me to focus on his presence. I thought it was a phase (it had been going on for 4 months) and it would pass. So, I tried to avoid it. I went out on the next Friday night when I knew he would come but I couldn't shake the urge to go back and see him. I couldn't focus, my heart would hurt and even my friends asked me if something was wrong. I had my first wet dream of him that night after I went home. Even after that experience I still tried, tried to avoid him, to forget about him but like a moth to the flame I would keep going back.

I even ventured out once, to ask him and find out who he was but I chickened out at the last moment. I was afraid that he would stop coming if he found out that the abandoned looking building that he saw every Friday night had a sole occupant, too lazy to make it look occupied. It was after eight months of staring that I realized that I liked him, more than liked him and even obsession couldn't compare to what I felt for this (goddamn) stranger, I knew absolutely nothing about. Except for what I could see and even that wasn't much.

That realization didn't settle well with me and I was just about to move back into the secluded corner of my room when he looked up. At me. He looked up, saw me and continued to stare. My widened blue eyes caught his dark black ones and I didn't know what to anymore. Jump from my window or wish that I hadn't caught sight of him all those months ago.