This is my first time writing a Naruto fic, so forgive me if anyone seems out of character.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and the song "Behind Blue Eyes" is by Limp Bizkit.

Behind Blue Eyes

"Without music, life would be a mistake."

Friedrich Nietzsche

All my life I've wanted to be someone else. I don't really know why. I have good looks, I get good grades, and I have many friends. My life couldn't be better. Maybe that's it. I don't want my life to be perfect. Never have and never will.

This story begins in the autumn of last year, when a poster went up announcing an audition for a band someone was trying to form. It was an eyesore, for whoever made it had sloppily put it together and used profuse amounts of the color orange in the process. The effect was blinding.

The auditions for the band were after school on Friday, the next day, in the auditorium. How he or she had gotten permission to use the auditorium was beyond me, but it's not as if I really cared. I wasn't much of a musician anyways.

I gave the poster one more look and walked away, ignoring the attention I had drawn from bystanders curious as to what could hold my attention for so long. For the rest of the day I wondered who was holding the audition.

I opened to door to my empty apartment and entered. I had been living alone for almost seven years now, ever since that day. You don't need to know about that, though. It's irrelevant right now. Maybe I'll tell you later, maybe never. I put my book bag down on the couch and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Over the years, I had taught myself to cook. It is a necessary skill when you're sick of take out and instant ramen after only a week of eating it. So I discreetly took some cooking classes, but no one need know that bit.

Just as I was about to sit down and eat, the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Sasuke-kun?" a voice asked. I recognized the voice and sighed.

"Yes, Sakura-san?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to --" I hung up on her mid-sentence.

The annoying girl, Haruno Sakura, had been trying to ask me out for years, ever since middle school. I have avoided her on most occasions, except a few times when she's asked me to dance with her at the few school events I've actually attended. You may not know it, but I'm a very asocial person. The only way you can get me to go to school events is if I'm presenting something. I never go of my own accord.

After dinner, I continue with my usual schedule. Wash and dry dishes, put them away, clean dinner mess, ignore phone calls, do homework while listening to music, listen to more music and possibly read a book, fall asleep while listening to music and/or reading a book.

The next morning I slept through my blaring alarm clock to wake up thirty minutes later than normal.

"Shit," I muttered. I quickly threw back the covers and got out of bed. I took a quick shower and barely had time to style my hair before running out the door and locking it behind me. I was too late. As I reached the bus stop, I could see the bus rounding the corner, leaving me behind. I was not going to embarrass myself by running after the bus, so I waited until it was out of sight and then began running. If I didn't hurry, I'd be late for school for the first time in my life.

"Hey, teme," I heard a voice call. I stopped and turned toward the voice. It belonged to the person I hated second most in the world, a loudmouthed idiot named Uzumaki Naruto, who pulled up on a black motorcycle. "Need a ride?"

I stared. Was that dobe actually offering me a ride? "No thank you,"

"At this rate you'll never make it to school on time, y'know." Naruto replied. "There's an extra helmet under the seat."

"I don't need your help,"

"Okay then," Naruto began to drive away.

"Wait!" I looked around for the source of the voice, before realizing it was my own. "I accept,"

"An Uchiha taking charity? It must be the end of the world as we know it,"

"Shut up, dobe. I'm doing this for my academic career." I said as I pulled out the helmet and looked at it dubiously.

"Afraid of ruining your perfect hair, Uchiha?"

"I thought I told you to shut up," I put the helmet on and prayed silently that my hair would not suffer too much, and if not, I had extra hair products in my gym locker that I could use. I got on the motorcycle behind Naruto.

"Hold on tight," Naruto said as he pulled back into the street and sped up. Only after nearly falling off as he rounded a corner, I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist and held on for dear life. I could feel Naruto shaking with laughter as I did so.

He pulled into an empty parking space in front of the school and took off his helmet as he got off the bike. I had let go of him as soon as he shut the thing off and put a hand to my chest, breathing heavily.

"Remind me," I muttered between gasps for air, "Never to accept a ride with you again."

Naruto laughed. "C'mon, teme. We'll be late for homeroom."

Checking my reflection as I passed a window, I saw that my hair had not suffered too much, but still needed fixing up. We entered our homeroom together and only got a few curious glances from other students

At lunch, fangirls bombarded me with questions.

"Sasuke-kun, why weren't you on the bus this morning?" Sakura asked twirling her light pink hair around a finger. "Lee-kun said that he saw you on the back on Naruto-kun's bike."

"Hn," was my ever-articulate reply.

"Sasuke-kun, why don't you ever answer us?" Her also annoying best friend, Yamanaka Ino, asked, batting her improbably long, mascara-covered eyelashes.

"Hn," was all I said.

"I've always wondered what 'hn' meant," An undeniably male voice drawled.

I turned around to see Inuzuka Kiba standing there. "What do you want, Inuzuka?"

"I want to know what hair products you use, Uchiha," Kiba replied sarcastically.

"Sasuke-kun doesn't use hair products. His hair is naturally that way!" Sakura came, unnecessarily, to my defense.

"Sakura-san, I can handle this myself." I hissed. "Get lost Inuzuka,"

"I'm sooo scared." Kiba replied. I gave him an Uchiha Glare™ and he left.

The rest of the day went without any trouble. Then came avoiding after school activities that always tried to recruit me. I was sitting in the bleachers listening to music, when the soccer team tried to recruit me, I escaped to the library where the literary club attacked me, and I then went to the cafeteria where the Halloween Dance committee almost forced me to join them. I finally found refuge in the auditorium. The auditions were still going as I crept into the very back of the auditorium and closed my eyes to listen.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes the auditorium was completely empty. I made my way to the front of the auditorium and noticed that someone had left his or her guitar on the stage. I dropped my bag into a front row seat and went up the stairs onto the stage. I knew it was not very morally acceptable to use someone's guitar without permission, but I couldn't help myself. I picked up the guitar, swung the strap over my shoulder and began to play. I was about halfway through the song when someone started to sing.

No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.

I opened my eyes and saw the one I least expected to be singing. The extraordinarily talented singer, who had known exactly where I was in the song and all of the lyrics, was none other than the ursuratonkachi, Uzumaki Naruto, himself.

"I've decided, Uchiha Sasuke, I want you in my band."

Please review! Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames will be used for the Katon: Gōkaikyū no Jutsu.

Teme- bastard

Dobe- dead last

Ursuratonkachi- dumbass