Title: Closeness of The Heart

Rating: T (high, sexual situations)

Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto

Notes: Dedicated to my crush that I "despised".

Summary: No one annoys Uzumaki Naruto more than Uchiha Sasuke. From the way he cuts his stupid hair, to his high test scores in class. But when the Uchiha finally gets out of his life, why does he keep finding things to hate about him? This is what happens when you walk the thin line between hate and love.


Prologue

Uzumaki Naruto had known the boy named Uchiha Sasuke ever since he moved to the local elementary school in Konoha. His parents could finally afford to buy a house instead of all three of them living in a tiny apartment, so they moved into town where the schools were closer and better. At age six, Naruto was ecstatic. Little did he know, however, that people from Shippuden City were not liked amongst those in Konoha. In fact, most of the kids' parents disapproved of their children playing with Naruto, and a lot of kids even bullied the blond boy. The city had a bad reputation for gang wars, drugs and various other sorts of crime and poverty, so anyone who hailed from there was regarded lowly.

Naruto, of course, being just a kid, did not understand why the other kids did not like him, but he especially could not grasp why the teachers always ignored him as well. For many years this went on, and yet the Uzumaki child would still smile, grin confidently and go through terrible feats and mean pranks just to try and gain a friend, yet he was never successful.

Multiple times, the kid's life was put in danger. One such time was when Kintaro and his friends Mako and Lin told eight-year-old Naruto that they would let him play with them if he went to the man on the corner of Clay Street and stole all of his sticks. It turns out that the man was a drug dealer and the sticks were needles of heroin that the man was giving out to teenagers as samples so that they would buy from him.

If it wasn't for Naruto's father, Minato, Naruto would probably have been murdered. The drug dealer was high on LSD and whatever else he mixed in with it, and was so paranoid that he was ready to murder. Luckily, however, the chief of police, Namikaze Minato, was driving by on his way home from work when he spotted the situation. It did not take long before they detained the man and took him in. Naruto refused to confess the names of the kids who put him up to it, though.

By the time Naruto turned twelve, he learned to avoid such situations and was not so easily pranked. In fact, he was the one doing the pranking more often than not. They usually involved buckets falling on people's heads when they walked through the classroom door, or gum in the girls' hair. Most of the females in class did not like Naruto for this. In fact, they all thought he was an immature mongrel from the city. Naruto didn't really care; he just wanted them to remember who he is and that he exists.

Most of the time, the boy's pranks went off without a hitch, (besides getting in trouble all the time), but starting at the beginning of Naruto's sixth year in school, another boy often stepped in to steal his spotlight. The first time it ever happened, Naruto had just set up a bunch of pervy magazines on Iruka-sensei's desk so that when he walked in and sat down at his desk, he would get a nosebleed.

Normally, the plan would go just as Naruto invisioned. He couldn't wait for it to happen, so he sat at his usual desk, snickering with excitement and bouncing up and down in his chair. That's when the door opened and in walked a student that Naruto knew by the name of Uchiha Sasuke. He didn't much like the boy because he was always getting the answer right when he got called on in class and his test scores always had two zeros following a one. Naruto's usually had just one zero.

The stuck up Uchiha boy raised an eyebrow when he saw that Naruto was the only one in the room, but he continued to walk to his desk, which was in the back of the classroom. A crowd of girls came out of nowhere, as well, engulfing Sasuke from view. Naruto's good mood was totally ruined. Why do all the girls like him, anyway? He is so cold and rude and snobby. At least his prank would be a good one today.

Speaking of which, Iruka-sensei walks through the doorway, which prompts silence and scuffling of students that are rushing to get to their desks. Naruto can barely hold it in; he wants to start laughing his head off already. The sensei slowly makes his way towards the desk, but does not react. In fact, he just sits down and says, "Okay, class, today we will be…"

Naruto is very confused. Where did the magazines go? He was sure they were there. In fact, he had double checked on them right before that Uchiha Sasuke had stepped in…

"Naruto!" Iruka-sensei's yelling voice came out, making Naruto flinch.

"What, sensei?" He answers, wondering what in the world he could be in trouble for this time.

"Why are all these dirty magazines in your backpack? They don't even all fit! See, the zipper won't shut!"

"What the—"

"I can't believe this," sensei sighs, grabbing the offending bag. "And I thought we wouldn't have to deal with anything today."

"But sensei, I swear—"

"Enough, Naruto. Let's just go to the principal's office and get this over with."

As per usual, Naruto and Iruka-sensei started to make their way out of the classroom, but Naruto noticed something. A flash of black eyes. That Sasuke boy was smirking, mirth in his eyes. No way. Did he? But how? When!

And thus started Naruto's hatred for the Uchiha boy. The most frustrating part about it probably was that Naruto never won the mini wars between the two of them. He always was the one going to the office. In fact, it lasted all through the ninth year of school, in which the Uchiha boy became even more cold and distant and stopped paying even a glance to the blond haired boy all through the tenth year.

So then why was it that Naruto always was saying new things that he hated about Sasuke?


A/N: This is just the prologue. The chapters will be double the length and from Naruto's 3rd person. Does it have promise? Reivew? (pleading eyes)