Well, the yaoi story you've all been waiting for...except the many people waiting for a hetero fic, according to my reviews from last time...inspired by my new glasses, which I don't usually wear. I have chapters 2 and 3 written, and they're about the same length of this one, probably a few pages more, and chapter 4's a loooooot longer. Fifteen pages, no notes so far, and I'm only half way. I probably won't post chapter 2 until that's finished, and you shouldn't get used to super long chapters from me, cuz I had the luck to get the super-duper-hard honors english teacher, have an a.p. course, and various other honors courses. Woooot.

WARNINGS: Yaoi, Lots of Naru/other people pairings. Probably no more than lime. Cause I don't want to run the risk of this getting reported by looks around tattlers... And Angst with basically everyone, and Sakura's gonna be a bitch. It's not because I don't like her (I don't) but, I don't like that she cut off her friendship with Ino over a boy. (Even if during the chuunin exams they had this little kunoichi-respect-thing going on.)

ALSO, REVIEW, EVEN IF IT'S JUST TO TELL ME YOU LIKE OR HATE IT. ALTHOUGH CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS ENCOURAGED.

Disclaimer: (I always think disclaimers are hilarious) I don't think that Kishimoto-san would write fanfiction for his own manga. He would just make whatever he wanted to happen, happen.

Two Eyes Are Better Than Four

When he first opened his eyes in the mornings, everything was more beautiful than it would be when he fully awoke and embraced his responsibilities.

Everything was slightly blurred, although he could see most everything but the finest grains and details coating the walls, furniture, and everyday appliances. It was dreamlike, where grayish colors seemed vibrant and natural while the brightest of colors appeared distasteful.

But when he awoke, he had to get up, and ready himself for school.

Meaning, he had to put his contacts in. Nasty little things.

It was like putting a film over his mind, where the colors of every-day-ness became nauseatingly bright and annoying, and he could pick out every ugly little detail about anything he chose to observe. And even though the ugliness was achingly real to him, it lent a surreal quality to everything. Like in a dream where you're uncoordinated and dizzy and every step you take you feel like you'll fall down or when you run like you're running through water.

It made him feel like he was herded through life like a casual observer forced to forever participate. You can't escape, you can't run, you can't shut your eyes to forget that their abhorrence for you is seeping out of their pores.

He hated being able to see so clearly, because ignorance is bliss.

But even though he was loath to put the contacts in, he did it anyway, because his guardian Iruka insisted he go to school, because education was very important. And even though he could see well enough to fend off the people who didn't like him, he couldn't see well enough to decipher the words on the whiteboard, because the teacher always made him sit in the back.

Every morning, he had to look at his bright shock of blonde hair, even if he didn't want to. He just didn't feel whole without staring at it a few minutes until he felt the glaring ache of a start of a migraine in the back of his eyes. Well, he supposed that meant he was a masochist, a little bit.

That was why he always made sure to wear orange, even if it was only a little bit, just to occupy himself and his tendencies.

Because he just couldn't bring himself to start cutting, after all Iruka had done for him. And after all Iruka had been through, as he could relate. Not that, he wanted to, cut himself, anyway. He preferred getting other people to do the major damage for him.

"Naruto, brush your hair, this one time, please"

Well, hell. Maybe he liked having the world's worst case of bed head.

"O-kay, Iruka-kun!"

Like he could ignore it when Iruka asked in that voice.

"I want you to make a good impression at your new school. A fresh start, you know?"

"Yep"

"Just...watch out...it worries me when you get in fights. I know you don't start them but– Well, just be careful, 'cos it costs a lot to patch you up!"

Bah. Like money was an issue in Iruka's filthy-rich family. And his body patched itself up just fine, thank you very much. The closest things he had to scars were the birthmarks on his face.

"Well, what are you still laying there for? Get up and get ready for your first day of school!"

Yeah, Iruka sounded peppy and excited, but he knew that Iruka was apprehensive and worried.

Iruka always bustled and blustered more (than usual) when he was worried. But he would do anything for Iruka, that first person to accept him.

So, it came as no surprise to himself when he rolled off of the bed, and, continuing the fluid motion, nabbed some clothes from his dresser. He paused, checked to make sure his clothes didn't clash,(orange and orange was a little over the top), and dressed. Yay. Hurrah. Woot. Go randomness, you picked out a black sweater and black jeans. Now for that snip of orange... just like Halloween. It was November, Halloween was barely past, not that anyone would care anyway. Not about the orange-ness, anyway. Maybe they would care that part of his orange quota for today involved a ribbon for his neck, though. (The other kids had called him gay...they had never done that to the people who actually were, though.)

After pulling his orange (what a surprise!) hi-tops out of the closet, he lugged the pile to the bathroom and proceeded with his standard routine. Much to Iruka's pleasure, he tugged a comb through his hair a few times. No result. Naruto wet the comb. Tugged it through his hair again. Nope. Dumped his entire head under the faucet. Ah, now we were getting somewhere. But...with his hair trained down, he looked almost like a girl. That was what other people said.

No one in particular, just...people.

"NARUTOOOO! Stop being slow and come eat!" Iruka all but howled.

"Hai, Hai." Naruto muttered and scuffed his way into the kitchen. Where Iruka stared at him. For several long moments.

"What?"

"...? Why are you wearing that?"

Naruto looked down. "You mean my clothes? Well, you see, I wear clothes because people who don't, get arrested for indecent exposure–"

"But... you have a uniform..." Iruka hedged.

"Ahhm...oh...shit..."

"Watch your mouth! And go change!" Naruto stood in the same place and position.

"Do I even have a uniform for this school?"

Iruka sighed. "Yes, it's in your closet, where I told you I put it." Dear God, how could he forget that? Selective memory? "Go on"

Naruto tramped back to his room. This uniform had better not be a pink jumpsuit. (A.N. nyaa, kurama!) He slid open the door apprehensively and began to sift through its contents. Ah, this must be it.

Well, it had to be. He never kept old school uniforms, (he burned them), and he wasn't in the habit of wearing button-down shirts. Usually. After Iruka made him were those kinds of shirts (for boring family stuff), he burned them too. Plus, the pants were way to dressy for him to have bought on his own. Though in all honesty, the uniform wasn't that bad. The jacket and pants were navy, so they weren't too hard on his eyes. And, hey, he liked blazers. He wore them. They were cool. Right. And it wasn't like he cared how the color compared with his orange shoes. Which he loved too much to part with. He would have to change them at the school anyway. So, all in all, Naruto didn't have all that much to complain about, even though he thought he would anyhow.

"I-ruuu-kaaa! It's ITCHY!"

Maybe I can get this uniform in black...

"No, it's not."

Most schools have uniforms in more than one color as long as they're similar-

"Yeeeees, it iiiiiiissss!"

And have the same emblem. Shit like that.

"NO, it is NOT."

Even if they don't, I'm sure I could bribe them into looking the other way-

"But Iruuuukaaa..."

'Cos no one here cares about where I come from.

"Just wear the goddamn uniform!"

It's a fresh start. Even if everything's still ugly.

"Ooh, Iruka-kun's getting feisty!"

"..." Naruto grinned. It was so easy to make his brother blush. (Though in all honesty, Iruka-kun wasn't his foster brother. He was his adoptive father.) But he finished donning the uniform anyway (it wasn't itchy in the slightest) and set to tying his shoes and fixing his ribbon about his neck. He couldn't go out without it, his head might fall off! (1)

Soon after, he walked out, ate his highly nutritious breakfast, (courtesy of Iruka's mother hen complex), put his bento in his schoolbag with other school necessities, and dashed out the door and down the stairs to the car so Iruka could drive him to school.

-

"..." Sasuke silently grumbled. He was having a bad day. As in, really bad. Really, really bad. He hated, hated, hated his foster father. And that thrice-damned eye doctor. Who the hell takes their charge to the eye doctor in late October? Wasn't that kind of thing reserved for the month before school? He honestly, seriously detested the pair of them. Well, not really. Neither seemed to pity him or hit on him. But that most definitely did not mean that he could not be extremely irritated with the two of them. Sighing inwardly so that he would not attract anymore attention than usual, he pushed his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose from where they had fallen.

The Last Week of October:

"I am sorry to have to inform you, Uchiha-san, but you will need glasses. Or contacts; either way, your vision is deteriorating, and it will get worse if you don't wear something to correct the problem." Doctor Kabuto smiled grimly. Dammit. It would figure that his deceased family wouldn't leave him alone. Though Kabuto-san didn't know it, (or at least he was very good at hiding it), the Uchiha family had been notorious for their history of astigmatisms, and they were known for utilizing assistance such as spectacles, or glasses, whichever you like, and in the past decade, (at least before they were murdered), contacts.

Sasuke twitched. This was ridiculous. This was typical of his controlling family; coming back to bite him in the ass.

His guardian, however, decided to step in. "Don't worry about it, I'll make sure this problem doesn't go unchecked!" Kakashi saluted. "Just give me the prescription and I'll have it under control!"

After the pair had left the office, Sasuke had rounded on Kakashi. "You're certainly happy about this."

The eccentric lawyer blinked innocently behind his sunglasses. (Well, there's no other way to describe his wearing a mask in his field of work.) "Why, Sasuke-chan," (Sasuke growled at that point) "whatever are you talking about? I'm just excited about getting your new glasses!"

That gave Sasuke pause. "Glasses?"

"But of course! I think we'll save contacts for when you're more responsible." Sasuke rolled his eyes. He was more responsible than his so-called guardian! Kakashi winked. "Besides, aren't you just a little bit curious about the effect it'll have on your fan club?"

Present Day Again!

No, Sasuke was definitely not curious about those freaks. Not even the more normal ones that decided to chance talking to him instead of looking and staring at him with lust and awe.

"Sasuke-kun, you got glasses!"

Sasuke stiffened. Crap! And, no shit Sherlock, too!

"Well, don't feel bad, they accentuate your good looks instead of detracting from them." Sakura continued flirtaciously, trying to impress him with her larger-words-than-normal-like-her-forehead-vocabulary. "That happens to some people, you know." She giggled in a manner that, had it been directed at anyone but him, would have been enticing.

How the hell did she manage to walk around with cotton-candy pink hair and still come off as preppy?

"Big-forehead, you're only going to make him feel bad by drawing attention to it. Besides, why would he care about what you think? Even though, she is right." Well, fuck him, it was Yamanaka Ino, the other kinda-normal-girl, if you could call someone who constantly followed him around normal.

"Still dressing like a whore, I see, Ino-pig, but doesn't that short skirt of yours make you feel a tad bit insecure?" Ino responded instantly to the jibe.

"Just what are you implying?" Ino looked like she might cry if she didn't have as strong control of her emotions as she did. So she covered it up with a heated glare.

"Are you stupid, too? Can't you figure it out?" Ino's facial muscles tightened and her entire body tensed.

"Ah, aah. Sasuke-kun." Ino nodded goodbye to Sasuke stiffly. With that, she stalked away rapidly. Probably to cry somewhere, Sasuke mused. Well, Sakura had been really harsh. He inwardly felt guilty; when they were all younger, the two had been best friends. Oh well. He couldn't do anything, because comforting her or insulting Sakura would give Ino and the other girls false hope, something he wasn't willing to do.

Sasuke took advantage of their distraction and loped off to his locker, and then off to his classroom, not quite deep in thought, but habitually ignoring the goings-on around him.

To Be ContinuedDun, dun, DUN.

Ah, please review. Really, you don't even have to sign in. And I have awesome disclaimers! You know you should review for that. It just makes me feel appreciated. Don't just wait around for the other chapters already written, cuz those might not be out for a while. Doing that is a pet peeve of mine, like the mom's who take their kids in public restrooms and don't watch them so they look under the walls. In Ireland, the stalls go down to far for that. Maybe I should move there, so I won't be afraid of the public bathrooms. (Freaked out, aren't you.)

1. There's this story about a girl who got married, and she had this green ribbon tied around her neck, and her husband had her take it off because he was curious, and her head fell off. I love that story. Huh, I was morbid even when I was five, how curious...

And sorry, again, if you liked Sakura and are upset at her bitchiness. It couldn't be helped. Right now, I feel more pity for Ino.