This is the revised version of chapter two! Woot, woot!

I suppose since you're reading this, you liked the prologue. Which is good. I got lots of faves and stuff (though I would appreciate more reviews)... ;o
I wrote down an outline for this about five years ago, but the idea suddenly came back to me for some reason, so here it is.
Anyway, I intend to finish this...(It is finished now!) But I also tend to lose interest in projects often, so I'm not making any promises. Reviews will absolutely encourage me to keep writing. :3 I'm typing this all on my phone; any mistakes are likely because of that, so go easy on me. I fixed up the formatting for this chapter...
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Chapter Title: Revelation
Chapter Pairings: Onesided!NaruIta, Past!ItaKonan, ShikaKarin, implied!GaaHina
Chapter Warnings: Some suggestive language, but that's about it. Well, if you don't like crack pairings, maybe, but if you don't like those... Then don't read my stuff, because I pretty much only write crack pairings. Chapter Summary: Seven years later, Naruto is still traumatized by what happened to him, though he still can't remember a minute of it. But what does his strange recurring dream mean? And why does he feel like someone's watching him? Meanwhile, Sasuke realizes his feelings for the blond.

Make the rain stop...

Naruto lay in bed, unable to sleep. He'd had nightmare after nightmare, and he could practically feel the rain coming. He was now fifteen, although nights like this made him feel like the weak eight year old he was the day the Uchiha family took him in. God, he hated the summer months.

Naruto turned to face the other bed in the spacious room, where Sasuke lay, sound asleep. The clock on the dresser read 2 AM. He sighed. They had to be up for school in three hours, and Naruto could already tell it was going to be a long day.

Trying to stop his trembling, Naruto squeezed his pillow, pressing his face into it to block out the sounds of the beginning of a rainstorm. Thinking calming thoughts (of sunshine, of cloudless afternoons, of Itachi) he slipped into fitful sleep.

Make the rain stop…

There was a face, dark and shady. He wasn't sure he recognized the figure, but he was sure that it was here to hurt him. He anxiously watched the figure as it went about its business, hardly taking notice of him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, threatening to leap out his throat at the slightest sudden movement of the figure. The anticipation was murder.

He trembled and shook, unable to move, though he wasn't sure why. He could feel that he was not bound, but still he was frozen to that spot. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the harsh pitter-pattering as rain began to fall on the building he was in.

The figure stood facing away from him, hunched over something. He heard the pop of a cork, then a faint trickling.

After, there was silence, broken only by his sharp, gasping breaths. The fear was unimaginable. Deep inside, he knew what was coming, but he refused to think about it. It was too awful.

The figure turned to face him. He could see now that it was a man. Amber snake-like eyes gleamed in the dark. His breaths neared hyperventilation.

And then that voice, meant to sound soothing, but to him was like a venomous cobra's hiss.

-Don't worry now...

The snake man stepped towards him, holding something in his hand. In the faint light, the needle of the syringe glinted. Sheer, horrid panic took over, and he screamed, screamed with such ferocity that it felt as if his throat was torn and bleeding.

-This won't hurt a bit...

Naruto awoke to the sound of someone shouting his name. "I-Itachi?"

"No, it's me, idiot." Those were the words that brought him back to reality. The blond sat up in bed, florescent blue eyes resting on dark, gray ones. Tilting his head back to rest against the wall, Naruto took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Same dream as always?" Sasuke asked, his tone gentler this time.

"Yeah..." Naruto sighed. "Sorry for keeping you up again.

Sasuke shook his head. "Don't worry about it. We would have had to get up in twenty minutes anyway." He sat on the edge of Naruto's bed, examining the swirly pattern of the orange comforter. He looked exhausted, something that Naruto felt guilty about. "What exactly is it that you have nightmares about, anyway?"

He looked down at his hands suddenly feeling nervous. Sasuke never really showed concern over the dreams, and this turn of events almost left him with a light blush on his face. "To be honest, I never really can remember."

Sasuke scoffed. "You wake me up screaming bloody murder every time it rains, and you can't even remember what it is you're screaming about?"

Naruto glared at him. "Sorry for having no control over what I do when I'm unconscious." So much for concern.

"Hn." Sasuke stood up and walked to the dresser, rummaging through the drawers for something to wear for school. "You know, Aniki is coming home to visit next week," Sasuke mentioned, changing the subject.

Naruto blushed furiously, feeling a giddy happiness bubbling up inside of him. Itachi was now in his Junior year at Konoha University, one of the most prestigious institutions of higher learning in the country. Naruto was proud of him for getting accepted into his first choice school, but KU was far away, and he hated the fact that he only got to see his pseudo brother/secret crush on breaks. "That's nice," he said, trying to keep his tone from revealing exactly how nice it was. Then, something occurred to him. "Why's he coming home now? School's not out yet. It's still a few more weeks..."

He shrugged. He'd been wondering the same thing. "I suppose we'll find out next week."

Naruto nodded his head, worrying a little that Itachi might be hurt or sick or something. "I hope nothing's wrong..." he said, voicing his concern.

Sasuke grunted his agreement, pulling a black band t-shirt over a deep red long-sleeved one. Naruto turned away, giving the other male some privacy as he dressed from the waist down. His thoughts focusing on Itachi, Naruto inwardly decided that this break, he was going to act on his feelings for Itachi.

Suddenly, the alarm went off, making both boys jump. Sighing, Naruto pulled himself out of bed to get himself ready for the day ahead of him, one that would be even longer now that he had Itachi's visit to look forward to.

Make the rain stop…

Sasuke sat- third row, window seat- in his advanced Calc AB class, half listening to the boring teacher drone monotonously about limits and derivatives, half lost in thought. He was thinking about this morning and how Naruto had reacted when he announced Itachi's impending visit. It had been dark, and he hadn't been necessarily looking, but he could have sworn he'd seen the blond boy blush.

'Does Naruto... like my brother...?' he wondered, absently doodling in his notebook. It would make sense. After all, Itachi was the one Naruto attributed to saving his life all those years ago.

Suddenly, images came flooding back to him: of Naruto always acting like he was on cloud nine when Itachi was around, of Naruto muttering his name in his sleep, of Naruto always wanting to hang around Itachi, even when he was with his weird friends from the theatre group he was a part of in high school. But that didn't mean anything, right? Maybe he just looked up to Itachi? Sasuke remembered that he had idolized his brother growing up, too.

But then again... Sasuke hadn't gotten angry when Itachi had started dating that girl, Konan. The entire time the two were together, Naruto had avoided the older Uchiha, often by sulking in their room. The relationship only lasted about two weeks though- 'I mean, really, blue hair and piercings? That girl couldn't have been more wrong for him.'- and after they broke up, things mysteriously went back to normal. At the time, Sasuke just assumed the two had gotten into a fight, but maybe...

Sasuke resolved that when Itachi came to visit he would watch the two to see if anything suspicious was going on between the two.

Just as the bell rang signifying the end of first block, Sasuke felt a nudge on his shoulder. It was one of his best friends, Nara Shikamaru. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

Sasuke flinched. Had it been that obvious that he was paying absolutely no attention to the lecture? "Nothing."

The brunet yawned, brown eyes closing sleepily. He tightened his spiky ponytail, gathering up his stuff. "Whatever. Too much of a drag to try to get stuff out of you..." he muttered.

Sasuke gathered up his own stuff, following Shikamaru out of the room. "Hey, I'll tell you about it at lunch, okay?" he said as the two parted ways. Shikamaru nodded, chuckling to himself at his friend's behavior. Sasuke always tried to act like an adult, but sometimes he was just like a little kid.

Make the rain stop…

'Let's see, number eight. "If the hypotenuse of an irregular triangle is 12 feet, and leg A measures in at six feet, and the angle adjacent to leg A is 48 degrees, what is the measure of the angle adjacent to leg B? Give your answers in radians in terms of pi..." What the hell does that mean? This is stupid... Why would there be a triangle that big anyway? And what does it mean, legs?'

Naruto growled in frustration, glaring holes into his math test. Not for the first time he found himself wishing he had Sasuke's brains. Seriously, the kid was in all advanced classes, while he struggled through remedial geometry... again.

Giving up, but determined to see the test through to the end, Naruto filled in bubbles at random, figuring he'd rack up more points that way than he would if he attempted to work the problems out himself.

Getting up to turn in his test, out of the corner of his eye Naruto thought he saw someone standing outside the window. As he turned to look, he saw a streak of red, but there was no one. If there had been someone, they had run off just in time to avoid the blond's gaze.

Naruto rubbed his arms, hair standing on end at the eerie feeling he got. Had that person been watching him? Shuddering slightly, he pushed that thought to the back of his head and turned in the test. Math had tortured him enough. He didn't need to get himself all freaked out over what was probably nothing to worry about.

Sitting down at his desk, Naruto doodled in the corner of his notebook, daydreaming of a certain raved haired man...

Make the rain stop…

Sasuke lay back on the grass, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon, glad that the rain had not carried into the day. Beside him sat Shikamaru and his girlfriend, Karin, a pretty red head in the year above them; on his other side sat Gaara, his other best friend, also a red head, sporting thick black eye liner.

The four ate in silence, only interrupted by Shikamaru. "So, Sasuke... What's up?" he asked. Gaara and Karin looked at him in confusion, having not been present for their conversation in Calculus.

Sasuke shifted positions, not sure how to begin to explain his strange thoughts, or why they bothered him "Well," he started, "Itachi-nii-san is coming home next week."

"So? I thought you liked your brother," said Karin. There was a note of curiosity in her voice, but Sasuke knew Shikamaru's fiery female counterpart well enough to know that she was just being nosy. The girl had had a huge crush on him in junior high, and from that experience he still could not figure out what his quiet, lazy friend saw in her.

Sasuke ignored her, trying to make it clear that he was talking to his friends, not her. She pouted, realizing what he was doing, but stayed quiet. "I think that Naruto might have a crush on him, or something.."

"Well, that's obvious." Sasuke just looked at him, surprised. Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "I've been to your house maybe three times. You live there. Why does this surprise you?" he asked, further emphasizing this revelation's apparent nature.

Sasuke scowled. How come he hadn't seen it until now? "I don't know why, but it really bothers me for some reason. I can't figure it out..." Sasuke sat up straight, brows furrowing in thought.

There was a collective sigh from the trio. Sasuke glared. "What's that supposed to mean?

Karin shook her head. "You're being really dense today." Shikamaru laid his head on her lap, probably deciding it would take too much effort to indulge in Sasuke's alleged denseness.

"Okay, then if the reason I'm freaking out about Naruto being into my brother is SO obvious, then please, will someone enlighten me? You know how I hate being left in the dark about my own emotions."

"Easy on the sarcasm, there, Sasu," came Shikamaru's mumbled retort.

Just as Sasuke felt his anger rising, the quieter red head spoke up for the first time that afternoon. "It really is obvious, though. Anyone with half a brain could see that you're totally in love with Naruto-san." Karin and Shikamaru nodded knowingly in agreement.

For a moment, Sasuke was at a loss for words, shocked by Gaara's sudden blunt statement. "I don't love him," Sasuke assured coolly, after a moment of composing himself. He was proud to say he somewhat managed to keep his tone even, although he could feel that he had turned bright red. He could tell his friends did not believe him. "Honestly, I'm not even gay."

"Oh really? So you've never had a girlfriend, yet girls are constantly throwing themselves at you, you own 12 pairs of shoes, and you wear make-up, but you're totally straight," Shikamaru countered, and not for the first time Sasuke found himself wishing the brunet didn't know pretty much everything about him.

"You own 12 pairs of shoes?" Karin giggled. Sasuke ignored her.

"So I collect shoes, whatever. There's nothing gay about eyeliner, Gaara wears plenty, and you don't call him gay."

"Gaara didn't turn down Karin," he added, "no straight guy in their right mind would turn down a girl with her body." He winked, leaning back to kiss his girlfriend, who blushed at the compliment.

Sasuke growled in frustration. He supposed Karin was rather shapely, sporting C cups, a toned stomach, curvy hips, and even curvier legs. "Karin's just not my type," he countered nicely.

Gaara shook his head, "What about Hinata-chan?" he asked, referring to his own quiet girlfriend. "She's the total opposite of Karin, but she's not your type, either, ne?"

Hinata was even shapelier that Karin, with her bust nearing into the double D's, and what many argued was the perfect butt. Sasuke could see why turning down two of the most sought after girls in school would make him seem gay. "Maybe I just don't like curvy girls," he countered, sure they wouldn't be able to refute that statement.

"What about Ino?" Karin put in. "The girl's like a twig. A very sexy twig," she added.

Sasuke was unable to find any evidence to support his alleged straightness after this. "Okay, so I don't really like girls, but I've never liked a guy before, either," he admitted. He found himself beginning to wonder. Did he like Naruto? It would explain a lot of the odd feelings he got when he was around the blond... "I don't know... If I've never even kissed a guy or anything, how am I supposed to know if I really like him that way? It could just be that I'm being overprotective of him, or something..."

"Poor Sasuke. His antisocial attitude has left him all confused," Karin cooed. Shikamaru and Gaara snickered.

Sasuke sighed in frustration, leaning back against a tree. He supposed he was confused, and that irritated him. After a moment, he was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of Gaara's soft lips on his own. Sasuke's eyes jolted open in shock and for about the third time that day, he found himself blushing. It was unexpected, and a little weird, since it was Gaara, but Sasuke noted that it still felt way better than kissing girls. His stomach uncharacteristically did flip-flops as he imagined what it might feel like to kiss Naruto...

Everyone stared at him after the impromptu kiss, waiting for his reaction. He hesitated. "Okay, so maybe I do like Naruto like that..." he slowly admitted. The trio smirked, triumphantly. Sasuke's face fell.

"What's wrong?" Karin asked.

"If I'm gay... Father is going to kill me." Then something occurred to him. "Do you think Itachi-nii-san is gay? It might not be so bad if he was still able to give my parents grandchildren..."

"That guy? Straight as a ruler," Shikamaru assured, just as the bell rang. The four parted ways, leaving Sasuke to ponder his feelings as he walked to the only class he shared with Naruto, advanced Literature and Composition.

Feeling a bit nervous after his lunch-time conversation, Sasuke slid into his seat next to Naruto. The blond failed to notice his discomfort, however, and merely turned to him, chattering happily about the assigned reading they'd completed for homework. That was the one thing Naruto was better at then him, reading and comprehension.

Sasuke had read the first hundred pages of Heart of Darkness, but had failed to understand a word of it, while the blond went on and on about the characters and about how surprising this or that scene was, even pulling out symbols and predicting what would happen next from the slight hints of foreshadowing. Sasuke merely listened, just nodding along, as if he'd been thinking the same exact thing.

He would never admit it out loud, but he relied on these before-class conversations to pass the tests.

As Iruka-sensei began the lesson, Naruto fell silent. He had a lot of respect for their sensei, which was probably one of the only reasons why he worked so hard to make this the only class he was pulling an A in. Sasuke's eye twitched in frustration at the fact that Naruto had only had the chance to talk about the first half of the assignment, then tuned out the lecture, hoping he wouldn't be called on to answer a question about the reading.

Turning his gaze to the person sitting next to him, Sasuke found himself admiring the other male. The way the light was coming through the window, hitting his tan skin made his blond locks glitter, and his eyes seemed to glow, that's how blue they were. Radiant. Sasuke's eyes traveled to his thin, perfect hands, furiously scribbling down notes with the pencil held in his left hand. With a start, Sasuke realized that it wasn't hard at all to imagine those hands doing 'things' to him... And those lips...

Trying to ignore the sudden tightness in his pants and picking up his own pencil, Sasuke looked away and began absently drawing on his notebook. It wasn't worth thinking about Naruto like that, he tried to reason with himself. 'After all, he is in love with Itachi. You should know by now that you just can't compete with him...'

Feeling suddenly depressed, Sasuke shut his notebook, locking the drawing (which had somehow morphed into Naruto's profile) away from view, and forced himself to pay attention to the lecture, despite how boring it was.

Make the rain stop…

Lit was the last class of the day, for both Naruto and Sasuke, and they headed off to their lockers together, though Sasuke made a point not to speak to the blond, who looked a bit dejected at the rejection. As they went to their separate ways, Sasuke focused his gaze ahead, dialing his combination with deliberate strokes, not even looking up as Karin reached her locker, the one beside his.

"How was lit?" she asked, just for the sake of conversation, knowing full well that Sasuke shared that class with his newfound love interest. When she got no answer she looked at him, eyes opening wide as she realized with alarm that there was a faint glimmer of tears in his dark gaze.

He simply shook his head, grabbing his books and slamming the door of his locker and set off down the hall.

Karin glanced across the hall, where Naruto stood, chatting amicably with his two best friends, Sakura and Kiba. The blond looked as happy as ever, and Karin couldn't imagine he'd just rejected Sasuke or something. Puzzled, Karin set off to where her boyfriend waited for her, wondering absently about their mutual friend's dejected mood.

Naruto left the school, walking a few steps behind the moody Uchiha, knowing to leave well enough alone, though he found himself curious as to what had set the raven haired male off this time. Just as he was about to ask, Naruto happened to glance to the side.

Slightly behind the trees stood a tall, broad red haired man. Naruto had never seen the man around school before, but it looked as if the was staring at him. Naruto watched the man, who spoke softly to a shorter, white haired male for a moment, then lost them as a crowd of students passed by.

Naruto swallowed, noticing his throat had gone dry, and felt his heart beat quicken. Why did he keep feeling like people were watching him? It made no sense.

A call of "Dobe, are you coming?" snapped him out of his mini panic attack. He glanced at Sasuke who stood several yards away. Naruto ran to catch up, writing the feelings off as mere paranoia, caused by all the rain they'd had recently. He really hoped that was it.