"You are pathetic," Naruko hissed at me, her lips twisted in a sneering hiss. I stared back into her contemptuous blue eyes. Contempt. It seemed that was the only emotion everyone I knew had for me. I know my mother loved me, but she was thought I was half retarded. Father's emotions were harder to figure out. I knew he was proud of me, his son and only child, but he wondered, no doubt, why I wasn't a genius like both my parents. My best friends, if you want to call them that, Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura also held me in contempt. Sakura because she knew of the terrible secret of my crush on Sasuke, and Sasuke for…well, it's actually easier to try to find a reason why he didn't hold me in contempt than a reason why he did. And I was in love with that bastard. Fate is cruel. But, worse, I suppose, than all those, was Naruko. She was me, and I was her, and she hated me, and I hated her. Yes, I know that having an abusive mirror alter ego is a sure sign of insanity, but Naruko would never leave me, and, in a sick twisted way, that was comforting. Now, I stared back at her in the mirror in the bathroom. She was naked, like I was, and even gay as I was, I knew she was pretty. Hell, she was a blonde bombshell! She smirked, because she knew my thoughts as well as I did. Naruko posed slightly, twirling hair around one pointer finger and hefting one heavy breast.
"Jealous, Naru-kun?" she sneered, spitting out the endearing term like an insult. And, coming from her plump lip-sticked mouth, it was. I shook my head, and she threw back her head in an ugly laugh.
"Oh, but you are. I have breasts; I have a pussy, so I have what Sasuke wants. I have what he needs,Naru-kun. I am a woman, I can satisfy him. But you, Naru-kun, what do you have? You have a six-pack and a cock. And that isn't what Sasuke-kun wants, is it? She whispered venomously. I shook my head dumbly. I was not about to start talking to my mirror. She sneered again.
"…So, get what he wants, baka!" she snarled. I shook my head again, this time frantically. Naruko had shown up after the first drunken profession of love I made to Sasuke (yes, I said first. There are, unfortunately, more). Naruko had always been sharp and insulting, but she never let me give up on chasing Sasuke. But when he did that, when he crushed us to the ground so hard I thought we'd never get back up again, she had changed her tune. In truth, I think she hates Sasuke as much as she loves him. And lately, she has been…urging me to undergo transgender surgery, so I could get him. I wasn't that desperate…yet. At my refusal she practically screamed at me, banging her fists on the mirror that separated us. Naruko howled curses at me at the top of her lungs, so mad her face was turning red. I stared helplessly. Her eyes bored into mine even as she shrieked her heart out. They seemed to grow larger and larger and brighter and brighter. Then, they seemed to swirl. They swirled and swirled and swirled, 'til it seemed my whole world consisted of furious swirling blue eyes. Somehow, her screams got even louder, and something just seemed to…break. Before I knew what I was really doing, I was reaching out and slapping her. She hiccupped in shock and stared dumbfounded at me for a few blissful seconds of silence, but then she started up again. But, now I knew how to shut her up. I slapped her again. And then I punched her, kicked her, choked her, strangled her, and her screams stopped. But then…why do I still hear screams? Wait…it was…me? I heard frantic pounding on the door, but it seemed it must be a different door that was farther away. Then, the door burst open, and I heard distinct cries of my name. But no, it must have been someone else with my name that the voice was calling. The voice was too far away, too panicked, too shocked, too disbelieving, and too…scared. I realized then that my hands were bloody. Was it Naruko's blood or mine? I looked to Naruko, but I only saw my refection in the shattered, broken, blood-spattered glass. But, Naruko is me, and I am Naruko, so it was Naruko's eyes that stared back at me in awful dawning realization. And everything became dotted with black, and the last thing I saw was my mother's horrified face before darkness claimed me fully…