A/N: Yeaaahhhh, the idea for this fic came to me at about 2 in the morning, sooo…. Semi-coherency warning. Yeah, cross-dressing Naru. Go me. . . XDDD Any recognizable characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Naru's clothes belong to my brain. XDD

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Naruto's POV

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"Sick Freak"

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By Freakish Lemon

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It's so easy to pretend. It's so easy to pretend that everything's okay… that I'm happy… that Sasuke hasn't really left and that Sakura doesn't cry at night because he really has… It's so easy to see things that aren't real and to see what's real in different ways… None of that has ever felt wrong to me. This does.

And I like it.

It took me a long time to gather enough courage to walk into the store. I was sure I would be kicked out, or shamed into leaving by their judging stares, but… it wasn't that hard. The people were surprisingly nice, but I guess that's what they're paid to do. They were even helpful at times. It wasn't as frightening as I had thought.

The frightening part was getting home without anyone noticing what I had. I don't think I could have come up with a convincing enough excuse… that would have been embarrassing. But I made it home without incident.

It was so easy… so easy to take the razor to my legs… so easy to put everything on and wear it like I was supposed to.

I caught myself in the hallway mirror as I was walking to the kitchen. I didn't recognize myself. I shivered when I realized that that was me; that it was my reflection. I didn't know I could look like that.

I stood there just staring in the mirror, taking in bits of this new me, this secret me… the way the black tank top contrasted with my skin, the way the grey over-shirt fell off my naked shoulders. Dark smudged eyeliner and red lipstick and the faint whisker markings hidden away by makeup…. If I stood on my toes I could see a strip of flesh and chakra seal that my shirt didn't cover, could see the edge of my pleated black skirt. Even my hair, left out of it's spikes for once, looked different, almost gracefully falling into my eyes. I tried on a smile, a little smile, just to see what it would look like.

I didn't like it. I don't think I've ever liked it.

Fuck, I thought. Fuck, that's me. That's me and I'm fucking gorgeous.

I watched my hands in the mirror as fingertips with black painted nails toyed with the choker I had bought.

Man, I am one sick freak, I thought as my hand dipped into my skirt and my eyes drifted shut.

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Fin

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A/N: Eheh…So…. Tell me what you think. -holds out the collection tin-