Title: Why?
Disclaimer: We all know I don't own Naruto, mmkay? I'd be making loads in Japan rather than writing this, yes? kaythnxbai.

Dedication: To those who live with a fake smile, hiding all the abuse and torment from the worlds eyes, to those who have to put up with so much crap without shedding a tear and having people worrying about them while they live their lives not even sparing a thought for your possible troubles, while you dump your own problems on them, to those who have lived for so long without being noticed, loved, or even considered and living with the one person they hate the most: themselves.

Notes: Drugged up on Cherry Coke as I write this, leaving me an emotional wreck as I thought of this idea, I really wanted to highlight that not everybody is happy. Even those who pretend like nothing is wrong are only acting so most likely because they are messed up in the head, abused, and not loved. I want to make the statement that maybe people should spend a little more time thinking of those people, getting to know them a bit more, letting them talk things out with someone, or simply making them smile a real smile.

Chapter 1
You were walking down that same road again. You know, the one that leads you to the bar? The one you walk down with the five people you hate to admit are your friends. No, that's not right, you would never admit they were your friends. Maybe Naruto. But only in another universe. Haha, yeah, like if you were some super ninja type guy, the last remaining of his clan, brutally murdered by your older brother, who you swore would avenge no matter what, and all you ever did was fight with Naruto, both of you always competing to get stronger. No different from what you two are like now. Always fighting. Always swearing you hate each other, when all you do is hang out together and deep down you know that both of you are like brothers.

Heh...maybe.

But the other four, no. Yeah okay so they're good company. Even you need a break from your loud mouth of a "brother". Inuzuka. Hyuuga. Hozuki. Nara. Yeah, they're okay.

So you're walking down the high street towards the pub. It's eightish, you're not sure. You left your watch at home after being forced to do the dishes and you just can't be bothered to lift your HTC out your pocket to check. Even though you're right hand is in said pocket, as usual. You're so lazy. You can here your mother's patronizing voice in the back of your head telling you so. Four of your companions are a few scuffed feet ahead of you, laughing, shoving, checking out the girls that sashay by.

Shikamaru walks next to you. You thank the heavens that he isn't much of a talker. A bit of peace and quiet, contrasting the idiots in front. You don't need to glance at him to know that he's in his charismatic pose: hands linked just above his poinytail (seriously, wtf is that all about?), using them as a pillow for his head as he watches the sky cloud over. Clouds. Of course. That's why he's not watching where he's going yet manages to sidestep everything that could stumble his stride. He takes the last of the cigarette out of his mouth and flings it to the ground, not bothering to stamp it out as he watches it roll into a puddle, then resume his previous position.

You've reached the local. Three of the four in front of you stumble in, still joking about something that happened not only five minutes ago. Naruto holds onto the door frame, asking you if you want your usual. You nod in response and tag the table of six that's always reserved outside for your group. The Nara male takes his usual spot by the outside window and take out a paper and a tin of baccy. He's got menthol filters this time. He swipes out his lighter and takes a drag. Your lips snarl ever so slightly at the disgusting habit, but you turn your head, not caring as per usual. It's his funeral after all. You're not the type of guy to go all preachy on him and tell him the whys and wherefores of smoking.

The four guys return three minutes later with your drinks. The pub must be quiet if it didn't take that long. You quickly take your beer of the tray before anyone asks any questions and tug your fringe back over your forehead. Naruto, Neji, Kiba and Suigetsu take their seats and so begins the customary ruckus of five guys that have had one to many.

You smirk ever so slightly at the repetitive routine of this night.

To the loudness of your "friends" and the bittersweet of the ice cold beer you hold in your metaphorically ice cold hands to that small, dainty and fragile girl across the road that you see every night.

Remember her?

Of course you do.

Her image is disturbing.

A/N: So this is another AU series I've started. It's not going to be very long. Maybe only a few chapters because I don't want it distrcting from my main one, There's A Time And A Place, but I hope this is okay for now :)

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Roux-chan xxx