Nameless Star
Crystal Psycho
Summary: None of them is into the science of the stars, but when wanting and watching over something you know you'll never reach is everyone's sin. [SasuNaru, AU school-fic, slightly stalker-ish
Me: Wooo! Another chapter for you. Even though I got only 2 reviews 45 people were signed to alerts. I blinked twice and then I did: "You meanies! You could've reviewed!" But I guess, that's okay as long as you read it. My first attempt at no-so-funny.
I ended watching Uta-kata the other day, and I wept for at least three hours – I think It's the inspiration for this fic. I'll try my best to update every weekend. So if not this weekend, the next.
Well, enjoy!
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Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Mamashi Kishimoto. Which I adore.
Chapter One: Little Secret
It's like this, close your eyes.
Soar to the sky, even past your dreams.
Until we're buried in light,
I'll always be looking at you.
-Rocket, Plastic Tree
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His breathes were steady like always.
Naruto wasn't sure what he was suspicious of.
It seemed a little weird that he hadn't done anything and lie all day inside bed. He knew that he crept all the way to the closet in the living-room to get the albums out. It should be enough… but it just looked suspicious.
"Oh my! This one is just adorable!" His father exclaimed and took the picture out of its place inside the big red book, laughing.
"Dad… Tell me I have a dead sister which I didn't know about…" Naruto rolled his eyes.
"Nope! It's you, darling! Look how cute you were! Oh I just loved to make your hair curly! Couldn't even cut it, it got wavy and beautiful when it grew… God, you were such a little… cookie!"
"Oh my god…" Naruto glared at the photo. "You turned me into a cross-dresser when I was five?"
"Look, you were a doll! Ask Iruka! We just couldn't stop buying those cute little pink dresses and everybody thought the name Naruto was too boyish…! Oh, remember who this guy, in the back, is?" his father pressed his finger on a picture where Naruto was grinning, a huge cake with four candles beneath him, Minato hugging him, Iruka clapping his hands and Kakashi patting a few girls as they all giggled. In the back stood another child, frowning to the camera.
"No." he lied, smiling a little to himself.
"It was your best friend… umm… can't remember his name."
"Oh, I remember this! That's when we went to the circus!" Naruto pointed on another picture of the his little-self making a goofy smile to the camera.
"Yeah, and that's back when you were nine! We flew to Kyoto!" His father turned a few pages, looking for something.
"Dad, why did you take out the albums?"
It always was Naruto and Minato. They always were together. His mother had ran off with another man, never coming back to visit, when he was only two years old. Minato was carefree and sometimes a little childish, and Naruto loved him like a precious father and like a friend … and a little bit like a mother.
But Minato Uzumaki was sick. Not deathly sick, but pretty ill.
Naruto didn't really knew what the name of the disease was, but he did knew it made his father forget things – for example, sometimes, forget how to move his legs, special details from the past – and sometimes it made him spit blood and lose conciseness.
The disease isn't infectious and deadly, so the doctors let him stay home as long as he stays in bed, takes his pills, and sometimes comes for visits in the hospital for special treatments.
"I just feel like I've forgotten so many things."
Naruto sighed, backing down from the hug they were in.
Watching his father is like seeing what he's going to be in the future. His father looks exactly like him; tanned, blonde, and blue eyed. There's only a slight difference; his father's skin was a tad paler and his blonde hair was past his shoulders. Maybe in the vioce, too.
"You know… you grew so quickly, and now look at you… I just want everything to go back to how it used to be. When you were little and cute."
"I know…" Naruto slapped his forehead. "Stop crying… DAD!"
Minato pounced on his son, rubbing his head on Naruto's chest. "Papa just loves his precious son so much…"
"Dad, you're heavy like a mammoth!!"
Now, don't get me wrong. That's exactly how he acts, with or without the disease. The younger Uzumaki groaned.
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"This is Sasuke's phone, I'm not home. If you're a girl – just die and leave me the fuck alone, if it's Itachi – die in tortures and leave me the fuck alone, and if it's Neji – leave the message after the beep."
"Hi."
Sasuke blinked at the way the machine could produce such a sound that sounded almost like his brother's voice. "Is everything okay? Do you need something? Quite a message you left there. Now I'm worse than girls, huh?" he laughed nervously. "I was just wondering… If everything's… pick the damn phone up, Sasuke."
Silence.
Sasuke watched the answering machine, hesitating.
"Please."
He bitted his finger.
"Sasuke, if this is going to continue the first thing I'm going to do is to come there and beat the crap out of you."
Sasuke picked the phone.
"Stop calling here, asshole. How many times do I tell that to you?"
"How dare you call your big brother like that?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Everything's fine. The apartment is fine. The allowance is fine. I'm not having parties, so nothing's destroyed. The dog is fine. I'm fine. Can I hang up now?"
"How's school?"
"Fine. I was elected to student council's president . I have only one grade lower than everything else and that stupid literature, because Kakashi is being a fucking bitch. Can I hang up now?"
"Good, good."
Silence.
"Sasuke… I hope your not distracting yourself with girls or-"
"Bye, bye now…" Sasuke put the phone down. Leaning on the wall and sighing deeply.
Just like Naruto, Sasuke had a two person family. Sasuke's parents died when he was very young and his older in 12 years brother took care of him.
He was a slimy piece of shit - and Sasuke despised and loathed him with every nerve of his body - which only cared about money, meetings and fucking women… or men.
His father and his uncle built computer systems and products. Their company still continues running, and it's even more successful than once – but right now it's in Itachi's hands. So basically, the Uchiha is one of the richest families on the planet.
Not that Sasuke actually cared.
He had a huge apartment. The view was amazing, the rooms were big and styled by his mother's favorite designer (even though he had to change his own room into his own liking. No teen wants to spend his time in the same room with a huge chicken poster on one of the walls – who cares if it's art?! There will be no huge chickens staring at Sasuke in the privacy of his house.)
Besides the huge living room with the kitchen and his room, he had two more rooms – he had no idea what to do with them; so one of them was used as the dog's private quarters.
After he finishes his chores and homework, he usually sits in his balcony from where you can see the sky clearly at night. He can read a book, but sometimes he can grab his telescope. Just across, you can clearly see...
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Last week of October.
Halloween events.
Still cold.
Minato's so sick, Naruto can't focus on anything.
"It's just the temperature change," Iruka reassured while making some pancakes over breakfast in Monday morning. Naruto nodded, trying to believe in what his beloved history teacher said.
"Since they'll be back only in a few hours why don't you go buy some things in the '24 open', down the block? I really want to make spaghetti and my secret sauce."
"Ah, Iruka's secret sauce…" Naruto clapped his hands excitedly. "I'll go. But I'm not paying for anything, I barely can feed me and Dad when you, guys, not here and I'm saving money."
"What made you think I won't give you money, Stupid?"
"Because Kakashi made me pay for myself..."
"That jerk." Iruka frowned. "I'm going to beat him for child's money abuse."
Naruto laughed, while he wore his jacket.
Iruka and Kakashi were Minato's best friends, and by now, after all the things they did to take care of him and Minato had proven that there's nothing better than good friends. Naruto could call them family.
He mused when he went to the supermarket, playing with the list of groceries in his hand. It was noisy and cold outside, about to rain any minute.
Halloween this year was limited to watching some crappy Halloween programs with his father. And maybe sitting by the window in his room.
Naruto looked back at his track, trying to focus on something else. Shino and his father (who owned a few car & mechanism companies) flew to Tokyo last night, so Kiba couldn't suggest the idea of hanging with Shino's playstation – Kiba said he'd rather be out than stay home, but who knows. Shikamaru wanted a nice quiet evening with his girlfriend, Temari. And since Shikamaru ain't going, so is Chouji. He wondered why Kiba hadn't suggested the Halloween famous ball, but shrugged it off.
When something leaped on his knees, barking happily, Naruto looked down to see a Siberian husky. The dog didn't looked so big, since it was only six months old.
"Hi! Where did you came from, huh, little fella?"
The dog barked again, responding. Naruto saw the broken leash that dangled after him. It barked again, sticking his tongue out. "What's that, what's your name boy?"
Bark, bark.
"Ah, you look like something that starts with K… umm… how about Kuki?!"
The dog barked, wagging his tail.
"Where's your owner, Kuki? Where is he? Huh? Be a big boy and find him…"
As if a cue, the mutt turned around and run to the tree in front of the 24 open supermarket.
Naruto hesitated before walking after him.
"Now you wait here, and if the asshole who left you all alone in the cold won't take you when I come back, we'll search for him together? Alright?"
The dog gave him the big puppy eyes.
"Naw, I need to get the groceries and you can't go in… I'm sorry, little fella." He scratched behind its ear a bit before entering the store.
"Hi Konohamaru, those chips with the cheese flavor that cost a buck for a huge pack?"
"Yeah," the kid replied from behind the counter, busy playing in his computer. "In the back, in front of the refrigerators with the diary products."
"Thanks, man."
"Mmm."
Naruto paced through the rows of shelves, taking ketchup and a few other ingredients which were written neatly on the little paper in his hand. He looked carefully on each row, praying to god that he was somehow wrong.
When he did spill all the groceries into Konohamaru's desk, the boy sighed, popping a balloon. "Hay, did you get to level 14 in Dragon's Slayer?"
"I can't believe you haven't finished the game yet, even Kiba finished it – and he doesn't afford himself to buy low quality games."
"You gotta be shitting me; level 14 is the hardest level of them all!"
"Yeah right!"
"The pink thing just always kills me, he's too fast."
"Try playing with the bowman – he kills it before it can come close."
"That's genius, Naruto! That's utterly genius! Why haven't I thought about it?!" he paused, scanning the groceries. "Hay, I thought you wanted chips…"
"Oh, yeah…! Could you count all this, I'll be back in a second-"
There in the back row, stood Uchiha Sasuke with a packet of Onigiri in one hand and in the other he was holding one of the refrigerator's doors open, debating with himself what should he take.
The blonde tensed all over, walking casually to the chips stand.
The other gave him a quick glance.
Naruto felt the bottom of his stomach fluttering.
The Uchiha murmured something before closing the door close and starting to walk towards the exit of the row.
Naruto's heart followed each and every step as his hands shook on the packs of chips. Was it the red one or the green one? He couldn't remember. He was hesitating.
He was stalling.
He gasped quietly when a hand roamed on his stomach, pulling him closer to a stranger's body.
"Uzumaki…" he huskily whispered, ghosting over the blonde's earlobe.
"Not following after me, are we, Uchiha?"
"I was here first." He growled, lowering his heavy breath downwards to Naruto's neck. "Your dog was unloosed outside…"
"Could you just shut up?" His cold nose touched sensitive tanned surface. Naruto let out a tiny moan from the odd sensation. "Want to enjoy the moment, bastard?"
"What you did yesterday…"
"Did you jerk off?" Naruto laughed darkly, liking the way his long pale fingers – like little spiders – crawled up and down teasingly.
"Was cruel." He finished, returning to Naruto's ear and rubbing his nose on it, lips parting for a small pant.
"Asshole." Naruto murmured, touching lightly the tips of Sasuke's hairs.
"Naruto?! How long is it going to be? I have other customers! it's the green bag by the end of the row."
"Found it!" Naruto yelled back, pulling away and not looking back. Never looking back.
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The moment Minato came into the apartment, he casually looked around, walked to the sofa, took the remote control, sat down with a loud plop and yawned.
"Bed." Kakashi warned.
"No, TV!" He said stubbornly and opened the sports channel. "Yes! I've missed Hokey and basketball and…"
"Let's try to knock him out."
"Stop plotting behind me!" he yelled as he spun around. "I don't want to be in bed. It's boring and Naru never visits me there."
"Oh, please."
"Don't 'oh, please' me, young man!"
"Dad…"
"You don't love your papa…"
"Stop crying…"
"See how cruel he is? It's all your influence." Minato pointed to Kakashi, who just took his jacket off.
"Huh? How is it my fault?!" Kakashi looked dumbfounded.
"It is! You've been robbing the boy out of his money, you cruel, cruel, pedophile!" Iruka slapped him with his kitchen towel on the chest.
"WHAT?! You've been doing what to my ONLY son?! You little… when I get my hands on you!" Minato yelled, waving his finger at Kakashi. "Even though, he does have a little extra…"
Naruto gasped. "Dad! It's my money! It's his fault!"
"Why do I feel like everyone is against me?" The literature teacher sighed deeply.
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When Naruto finally got to go to his room it was already late evening.
He opened his lights and plopped down on his bed. He closed his eyes and sighed, remembering tomorrow there's school and work. And tonight…
He looked up to the window above his bed. You can clearly see…
Naruto bitted his lip.
His phone suddenly beeped twice, announcing on a new message. He grabbed it from the night stand, smiling faintly.
"Sleep?" the unknown number asked.
He didn't answer and deleted the message, pretending he never even got it in the first place.
The blonde opened the window, diverting his eyes a little bit higher to the sixth floor of the building in front of his. On the balcony of the fancy apartment building in front of his, a little husky was running around. The lights were opened and it was so cold, but his window was opened, a normal T-shirt adorning his chest.
The blonde wanted to wave, but decided that he'll look extremely stupid while doing so.
He was holding a cigarette, the flame and the smoke lighting slightly his pale face. It felt as if there weren't even that much distance between them.
Sasuke looked away the minute he understood Naruto caught him, and went to his kitchen preparing something for himself; his gray sweatpants suited his bottom perfectly. The doggy run to him and leaped a few times, requesting his share of food. The bastard teased him a bit until he let him have the chunk of meat.
Naruto grabbed the camera and zoomed in. Sasuke's smirking.
That's how Uzumaki Naruto spends his nights.
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Sakura was his best female friend.
She was beautiful and nice and her eyes shimmered with ocean colored warmth that always made you feel comforted. When she found out she is in love in Sasuke, she sent him a love card. She found it in the trash a few hours later. She blamed it on her best friend. The next thing she knew, she was friendless, since her friend had a crush on Sasuke too.
Now she was just one of those girls that had crushes on Sasuke. Naruto doubted she had life beyond the Uchiha prick; that's why she didn't care who had money and who didn't.
She passed him a note to him in math lesson. He frowned at the tidy curvy hand-writing; "Halloween Party at my place, nine thirty. I'm a rabbit, what are you? Prepare to be spooked off your ass."
He looked back at her and flashed her grin. She giggled quietly back. Then she glanced to the back of the class. He didn't need to follow her gaze to see who she was glancing at.
Sasuke was watching the teacher and drawing something, his hand moves were soft and steady, barely pulling away from the paper. He finished and sighed, eyes growing sad. The Uchiha looked up, not even wasting time to scan the room, met Naruto's gaze and smirked.
Naruto immediately looked away, afraid someone else saw it. He darted his eyes to Sakura, but she has been listening to the teacher for a while and nobody else seemed to notice too. His cheeks burned a little.
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"Will you come, Sasuke? Will you?" she persistently asked maybe the seventh time that day.
"I don't know yet. I'm sorry, Haruno."
"Don't call me that," she looked down. "It makes me feel old."
"I see no reason to call you by your private name." He sharply said and she bowed her head even lower; he could see the blush extending to her ears- just like her pink-pink hair.
He really hated girls.
"Are you going?" The familiar voice echoed down the hallway before he could escape the girl. "I'm totally going. I have a custom and all!" Naruto, Kiba and Shino passed the corner. His face was once again with that happy expression; sunny and warm – it lighted the entire hallway.
"Are you coming?" Kiba glanced at Shino.
"If you're coming."
"But I don't have a custom. Do you have a custom?"
"Yes."
Naruto jumped in front of them. "Really? What's your custom, Shino?"
"I'm a Dracula." Shino fixed his glasses. "I was thinking about going as a bee but-"
Kiba started laughing.
Shino rolled his eyes. "… As I was saying, I knew this would happen."
"Then I'm a werewolf! My mom bought me this expensive coat with white fur and all. It'll look nice on me. Say, you have any leather pants?" Nobody answered. "So what are you going to be?" He turned to Naruto.
"Ummm… it's a secret!" Naruto started walking again.
"Oh come on, don't be like that!" Kiba sniggered, following him. "Is it something pervy?"
"No! I'm not telling." His gaze locked on Sasuke's as they passed him and Sakura.
"Oh! Why don't I go as one of The Man in Black? I look super sexy in suits-" Their voices somehow faded to Sasuke's ears.
He looked down at Sakura, she was still explaining something, stuttering and looking for words; "And there will be beers… I m-mean, it won't be wild, or something. It's just a party, you know..."
"Alright." He exhaled some breathe and put a hand through his hair. "I'll come."
"Really?" She finally looked up, still flushed.
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Subaku Gaara was barely ever seen in his family's residence, much less inside this filthy town.
He was learning in an elite school aboard, and he did not like the people there just as much as he hated them here.
He saw Neji waiting beside the gate and somehow felt relieved.
"Welcome back," The long haired Hyuuga stated. Gaara nodded his way. There were only three humans in this world that Gaara could tolerate and Neji Hyuuga was one of them. He was cold, yet not a jerk. He didn't need to pretend to be somebody and they knew each other practically from birth.
"Where's Sasuke?" he queried, as they started walking. "He decided to attend a party."
Gaara couldn't help but choke out a laugh, weird enough for Neji to look amused too. "That's a first."
"There's probably black-mails involved, and his brother's interference too."
"Yeah."
"How's England?" Neji sat inside his black, beautiful car. "Just fine." Gaara rolled his eyes. "Hop in; we're going to pay Uchiha a visit."
"God, no. I just got here. Don't drag me into parties." Gaara frowned and stalked quickly away from the car.
"Gaara wait-" Neji tried, but the blonde boy running from down the street already knocked him down. The both fall on their asses and Gaara blinked.
"Sorry, man!" The blonde giggled. "I missed the last bus and now I have to run. It's all because Shino didn't wanted to give me a ride. Asshole. I really need to run! Sorry again!" his blur of words were spoken out and Gaara growled – but the teen smiled this warm smile. He had short cute jeans with a cow-(black spots on white)pattern jacket hanging from his hips, even though it was too cold to walk without a coat. On his torso was a long red shirt, on it a cowboy vest and a cowboy hat hanging on a wire from his neck.
There was something about his smile that reminded childhood and happy memories, honey-sweet autumns and first loves. "You okay?" he asked, worried expression cupping his tanned skin.
Gaara stared a few minutes before he nodded.
"Great! Need to go! See you in school!" He waved and disappeared into the crowds of happy costumed people that rumbled all around the street.
"That dumb-ass." Neji sighed.
"Who was that?"
"Just some kid with a scholarship from Sasuke's home-class. Friends with Nara and Aburame."
Gaara glanced after him.
"I suppose he's going to that party?"
"Hmmm…? Probably. Why?"
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He had this dream that repeated often.
He could feel himself glowing, everything was in clean white. He was buried in light, floating inside eternity of purity. It wasn't cold or warm – and he couldn't understand if he was horizontal or vertical – he could only feel himself drifting into the infinity. It was so calm and reassuring; like all his troubles just went away. Nothing to touch, nothing to think, nothing to understand, nothing to love and nothing to hate.
And then, suddenly a spot in his perfection; a tiny blue dot that widened with time. It spread and made the white around him dirty. It was an escape to mid-night sky, with no clouds but only stars. So many he couldn't count – from the days back in the village, his memories from his mom - like lots of dots, shiny crumbs gathered in one place. Somebody's hands warped around him, hugging him softly from behind. They pulled him down; his feet touched the warmth of the ground. There was relief in that sudden touch and just when he turned around it was always somebody else.
When he was younger it was his father, smiling and so proud of him.
When they moved to Konoha it was Shikamaru or Kiba; Shikamaru was always smiling soothingly and offering a helpful hand and Kiba was sniggering and saving him from bullies.
There were times when it was Iruka, patting him on the back to good luck.
Once in a while it was aunt, Tsunade, her comforting, feminine figure hugging him.
And sometimes it was Sasuke.
He didn't smile. They watched each other like they usually do. Sometimes Sasuke would say something but Naruto never could remember what. And sometimes he just stood there, and looked down, ashamed for some reason. Naruto would look down too, having nothing to say.
Maybe it's better that way.
To stay without words.
TBC.
Umm... I already wrote most of the party at Sakura's. :D except the delicious parts, I'm still having problems at those. XD
Oh well. I hope you like it! As the story will continue, you'll learn about their special, sweet relationship: SasuNaru forever. :3
Special Thanks to: GiantFlyingSquirrel, xXkawaii-chanXx
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