Tall. Dark hair. And a monotone expression. That was Sasuke Uchiha.
The girls in their class, fuck it, every girl he'd ever seen fawned over the stupid fucking Uchiha.
Naruto hated that.
The Blond soccer team captain. The Joker and Ditz. Loved by all [maybe not quite, but a fair few] The one who'd worked his way up to the top. He had everything. The friends, the status [mostly], the perfect girl, and finally a family. Before, he'd had none of that, but he'd worked for it. Unlike that bastard.
But now. For some reason Naruto could not for the life of him figure out
now, all of that...meant almost nothing.
Now, whenever he closed his eyes, he didn't see the perfect soccer match, the girl with hair like cherry blossoms on the sidelines cheering for him. No. These days the blond saw those same cold, expressionless, Obsidian eyes. Watching. In the exact same way they were now, focused on him, from across the room.
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A/N: I was bored. Very quick intro, to be honest I've no idea of where this is going but I guess if i get a good response I'll carry on ;]